#firstime

It’d been on your mind the past few days, and you were quieter than usual at the table as everyone ate dinner and talked about their recent lays.

“I swear, she had the biggest ass I’ve ever seen,” Carol exclaimed, dragging you from your thoughts as you poked your chicken with your fork, leaving it for the most part untouched.

“Milaya,” Wanda’s voice whispered to you, her green eyes noticing your downtrodden visage.

Her tender voice snapping you from your thoughts, your eyes darted up to hers.

“Are you alright?” she asked, bringing her hand to the small of your back and glancing over you with concern.

As Carol went on about her hookup’s ass, you quickly turned your eyes away from Wanda, trying desperately to clear your mind before she would attempt to read it. You could feel her eyes burn into the side of your face for a moment before turning away, and you let out a sigh of relief in knowing she didn’t attempt to intrude your mind. You could always feel it when she did.

“What’s got you so quiet, y/l/n?” Natasha's coarse voice asked from the other side of you, squeezing your shoulder roughly. “I’m sure you and Wanda here have plenty of stories to tell, huh?”

Everyone at the table chuckled to themselves as Wanda smiled and simply rolled her eyes. You chewed your lip as your leg began to bounce. Usually, you were always up for one of Natasha’s bullying sessions, but you felt extremely sensitive that night. You did not find anything funny like everyone else, and your defenses rose when she grabbed both of your shoulders and shook you.

“Don’t tell me Wanda isn’t putting you to good use?!” she exclaimed in a playful gasp, causing another wave of chuckles at the table.

But you were not chuckling—no, you were on the verge of tears by the time the words left her mouth. Your own mouth went dry, and the sound of your chair squealing against the floor echoed in the room as you stormed off up the stairs.

There was a bout of silence as Wanda stared after you, and everyone else glanced awkwardly at each other. “Yikes,” Nat mumbled, feeling slightly guilty. She looked to Wanda and raised her eyebrows. “Been a while?”

Wanda couldn’t blame Natasha—she didn’t even know what your deal was. You had stormed away before she could get a chance to read your thoughts, and you had been trying to hide them from her, anyways. You had become good enough at it, but she could still sense when something was wrong.

Giving everyone an apologetic look, Wanda pushed her chair back much calmer, tucking it under the table and thanking Natasha for the dinner before she briskly walked up the stairs after you.

The brunette followed you into your shared room where you were lying face-down on the bed, arms and legs spread like an eagle.

“Milaya,” she greeted you, gently closing the door and approaching you cautiously. The only light in the room was your tiny desk lamp on the opposite wall, pouring out a golden hue that barely touched your figure on the mattress.

Wanda sat on the edge of the bed carefully, her thighs sinking into the mattress right next your head. Your eyes squeezed closed in order to concentrate on blocking your thoughts from her, but you found it hard to concentrate when a warm hand turned your chin towards her and caressed your cheek.

“Talk to me,” Wanda whispered, knowing she had to be gentle with you if you would open up to her. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss against your forehead, which caused your eyes to flutter open and look up at her upside down. “Why did you get upset at what Natasha was saying?”

Your already blushed cheeks blushed even harder. You looked away from her, sighing deeply as she stroked her fingers relaxingly through your hair, the ends of her own tickling your forehead.

“Is it because we haven’t had sex yet?” she asked a bit boldly, to which your ears grew hot. “If you’ve been wanting to, you could have just asked—or maybe not deny me the thousands times I have asked.”

You smiled softly as you heard the chuckle in her voice. Your smile quickly faded as you remembered your reality. You were a virgin, your girlfriend was not, and those two facts put together were too embarrassing for you to bear. You trusted Wanda to never judge you, but you were insecure of being with someone who had experience. You knew she would be relentless in bed, but as for you? You had no idea how you would be. What if she found you boring? Or vanilla? What if you being innocent was a turn off for her?

As these thoughts ran rampant in your head, your eyes shifted to Wanda’s and saw that those green irises were now red. You sat up with a gasp, realizing that you had not even noticed she had read your mind.

“I’m sorry!” she immediately exclaimed, taking both your hands in hers. “You weren’t talking to me, so—“

“You said you would never do it without permission!” you exclaimed in a shrieking voice as a burst of red bloomed on either side of your face. Had she heard enough to know your internal dilemma?

You watched her carefully, your heart sinking when you noticed an uncomfortable look on her face. She had heard you.

Scoffing, you went to stand up, but her hand pulled you back on your ass. “Where do you think you’re going?” she said in a soft tone.

“Away,” you quipped, avoiding her stare as the room suddenly felt too small to breathe.

Sighing, Wanda brushed her thumb against your cheek and turned you to look into her eyes. You couldn’t help but shiver at her beauty so up close and personal.

Her lips leaned closer to yours, and you swallowed and tried to keep her eye contact. “Why didn’t you tell me you are a virgin?” she whispered, her minty breath fanning down your face.

She stared at you expectantly as your mouth opened and closed. “I-I was just embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” she echoed you, grinning widely down at you in a look of adoration. “You’re cute, you know that?”

A hopeful smile twitched your lips. “You’re not mad? Or upset? Or—“

“No, y/n,” she hushed you, bringing her thumb up to stroke it over your lower lip, softly tugging it downwards. Her chest puffed slightly as her eyes glanced to your lips she played with. “If anything, it’s some of the best news I’ve heard.”

Your eyebrows sewed as you watched her eyes trail to your neck, and her lips came close behind. She planted them right below your jaw, and you turned your head to give her room, placing hands on either side of her shoulders.

“And why’s that?” you panted.

“I get to have you first,” she whispered against your ear, her raspy voice bringing heat all over your neck. “Untouched,” she whispered again, her finger pressing into your upper thigh revealed by your shorts. She reveled in your soft skin there—the way it reddened under her firm touch. Her hand squeezed the inner part of it as her teeth bit your earlobe.

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling. You inhaled her scent, tucking your nose into her shoulder and placing a hand on her upper back. “I didn’t want to seem too innocent,” you continued, but you weren’t sure Wanda even heard you as she began fluttering kisses down to your shoulder.

Apparently, she did hear, because her hand squeezed your thigh harder in response. She moved away from your neck to look at you again, green eyes suddenly dark. “Believe me, milaya,” she whispered as her hand stroked your hair, “I don’t think you’re innocent—not one bit.”

She punctuated her words by sharply tugging your hair, causing your head to fall back as she pulled you against her. A guttural moan escaped your lips, to which she smirked and kissed them.

“See?” she purred, “An innocent girl wouldn’t moan at her hair getting pulled.”

Your cheeks blushed bright pink as your fingers crawled to Wanda’s collar, holding on for dear life. “Let’s just say my mental state is not as pristine as my physical state,” you whispered against her lips that ghosted yours. She was pulling you as close against her as possible and leaning up on her knees to tower over you.

“Is that so?” she echoed as she brought a finger to trace the ridges of your windpipe. “Illuminate me, milaya. Tell me about the not-so-innocent thoughts in that pretty head of yours.”

“I dream of you fucking me,” you said in a rush of breath, moving your leg over her lap and pushing your hips closer to her. Her arm enveloped your waist and brought you closer to her, pulling you completely onto her lap so that you were straddling her.

“Oh, really?” she hummed, her hands gliding over the tops of each of your thighs. “And have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me fucking you, y/n?” Her voice was only a husk in the air now as her fingers played with the hem of your shorts.

Your arms dangled over her shoulders as you tried to keep your breathing calm at the close contact. Wanda was a touchy girlfriend, but you were yet to have straddled her.

Remembering her question, you chewed your lip and thought of all the times you had gotten a moment alone, whether in the shower or while everyone was away. You remembered getting the best climax you’d ever been able to give yourself just at the mere thought of her hands on you.

You noticed a red beam in her eyes, and your blush deepened as you felt her read your mind. She tilted her head and smirked at you, coming forward to capture your bottom lip in hers. You felt a warmth radiate between your legs as she moved your hips against hers. Your eyes closed at the friction, and her hands kneaded into your thighs for a moment before repeating the action.

Her hands dug harder into your flesh as she rutted up into you. You could not hold back the wanton moan that left your lips, and Wanda’s eyes darkened even further with lust at the sound of you.

“God, you ruin me, baby,” she whispered into your ear as her right hand slid straight up your shorts, coming to cup you around your panties.

A million of your nerve endings exploded at once from the contact. Her fingers softly circled the wet spot you hadn’t even known formed on your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she growled against your shoulder, her free hand gripping your hip with bruising force.

She moved her lips to yours again, kissing you with a passion you had never felt before. You could hardly keep up with her, running rapidly out of breath as she violated your mouth. By the time she pulled away, she’d left your lips puffy and red. She had originally kissed you to control herself from fucking you right there and then, but the sight of your swollen lips and dazed eyes made her desires scream even louder.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda left a much softer peck on your jaw as her fingertips hooked around your panties and moved them to the side. The moment her fingers met your wetness, you moaned and arched your body flush against her.

Wanda’s breath hitched at how sopping wet you were, and as she moved her fingers upwards, she felt how soft and warm you were. She could her desires taking hold of her, and the sweet sounds you were making on her lap was only driving her insane.

Suddenly, Wanda moved you off her lap and stood up, running her hands through her hair and pacing the room.

Panting, you watched her with confusion. “What is it?” you asked, your voice cracking. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Wanda sighed, running her hands over her face.

You eyed her, feeling your insides twist and knot with insecurity. You let out a squeaky, “Are you turned off by me now?”

Wanda’s green eyes flashed to yours, widened and shocked. After a pause, she approached you, holding you up under your arms and pushing you onto your back, then scooting you upwards until your head was on the pillow. Taking your wrists softly, she sunk her body down onto yours, giving you a soft kiss.

“No, my love,” she cooed, peppering kisses all over your face, causing your mood to brighten as you giggled and playfully told her to stop. She pressed her forehead against yours and inhaled deeply. “I’m afraid of hurting you.”

You looked up at her closed eyelids, your legs naturally hooking around her. “Hurt me? You won’t hurt me, Wanda.”

Her eyes opened again, a flash of darkness passing over them. “I think you underestimate me.”

“No, actually, I trust you,” you quipped, holding onto her waist and peering up at her with doe eyes. “I trust you, and I want you.”

A weak smile crossed Wanda’s lips as she stroked the warm side of your cheek. “So sweet.”

“Wanda,” you said more firmly, taking her face in your hands and making her look at you. “Get over yourself and fuck me already. I won’t be a virgin forever.”

Wanda’s eyebrows threaded at the last sentence, but she simply rolled her eyes and chuckled before taking your hands away from her face and tangling her fingers between yours, pressing both of your hands down onto the pillow.

Crimson filled her irises, preceding a flash of red tendrils around you. Looking down, you watched red magic peel the clothes from you and Wanda’s bodies, leaving you skin-to-skin. You immediately felt her erected nipples pushing right up under your breasts.

You gasped softly in surprise, but a new wave of heat flashed over you. “Too lazy to take them off, yourself?”

“Too impatient,” she smirked, a cocky look in her eyes as she slid her hands over your body, down your waist and across your lower abdomen before diving back up to squeeze your breasts firmly.

Wanda chuckled airily as you moaned, arching your body up to meet her hands. Her fingertips circles your hardened nipples, pinching them and causing you to shriek. She looked at you through hooded lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she cursed, lowering down to take your nipple into her mouth.

She sucked on your nipple and swirled her tongue expertly around it, and although you were moaning and gasping, you couldn’t help but be amazed at how she naturally knew how to pleasure you. Then you were reminded that it was not just natural—it was from her experience that you didn't have.

Luckily, it seemed like Wanda would be doing the demonstrations that night, and the insecurities were pushed from your mind as her mouth moved down your body, leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses leading to your lower stomach. She ghosted her lips over your mouth, her breath fanning against your heat and causing you to shiver. A tingle of anticipation coursed through you as you watched her press a kiss to your inner thigh.

Wanda inhaled your scent and moaned against your skin, parting your milky thighs with her hands to see your glistening cunt. Licking her lips hungrily, she kept her mouth pressed against your thigh as she made eye contact with you.

“May I?” she husked, the hands gripping your flesh telling you she was going to anyways.

Of course, you whispered a rushed, "Yes," panting in excitement when she moved her mouth to your mound, kissing down until her lips finally reached your clit.

Your moans filled the air as she moved her tongue in circles over your nub, swiping down to collect your juices. “You taste so fucking good,” she mumbled right against your clit, the vibrations bringing a wave of pleasure over you.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you breathed, your fingers finding their way to her soft hair and getting tangled in it. You tugged softly when you felt her tongue lining your entrance but purposefully avoiding it. Your thighs lifted around her face. “Don’t tease.”

Her hands met your thighs and held them around her neck as she looked up at you impishly. Her tongue gave you one long, heavy lap up the entirety of your core, which caused you to shiver, before it moved down and pushed inside you.

Your mouth flew open at the feeling, your hands pulling harshly on her hair. Bursts of pleasure exploded in your core as Wanda moved her deliciously long tongue inside you, flicking it up and hitting every beautiful spot inside you. You could already feel yourself getting close, which made you blush in embarrassment.

Wanda could feel it, too, apparently—the way your thighs squeezed around her head and your inner walls tensed around her tongue. Pulling away, she looked up at you to command, “Don’t cum yet.”

The gleam of your juices on her chin was enough to send you over the edge if you weren’t desperate to not embarrass yourself. Wanda, on the other hand, was hellbent on embarrassing you with the way she flicked her tongue repeatedly over your clit. You moaned desperately and ground your hips into her face, the coil tightening further in your stomach.

Your clit throbbed against Wanda’s tortuous tongue, and she knew you were going to cum at any second. So, reluctantly, she pulled away from you, watching you sigh in both relief and desperation at the lack of contact.

You looked up at her through heavy lids as she licked her lips and crawled up your body. She leaned down and rubbed her chin all across the span of your breasts, spreading your juices everywhere. Your cheeks blushed at the action, and she smirked at you as she crawled to you and gave you a deep kiss.

Pulling away, she caressed your cheek softly before standing from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Eyes widening slightly, you nodded as she disappeared into the closet you shared. You could hear her rummaging through a box of her stuff she kept in there, a box you had never opened. Nervousness grew in your stomach as you laid there on the bed, your thighs and breasts wet with cum and saliva.

After the sound of velcro and zips, you looked up to see Wanda appearing from the closet. A black harness fitted her svelte hips delectably, and on the harness was a large dildo that made your innards tighten.

“It’s the smallest one I have,” she husked as she began crawling up your body, darkness passing over her eyes. The tip of the strap tickled up your inner thighs, causing you to shiver.

“That’s your smallest one?” you said in disbelief, feeling the large piece rest against your mound as she kissed your collarbone.

“Mmhm,” she hummed against your chest, her soft lips pressing up to your jaw and biting it softly. She came up to look at you, pausing as her green eyes stared into yours. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said again.

“Wanda,” you whispered, cupping her cheek with your hand. Her eyes fluttered closed as she pressed into your palm. “If it hurts, I will tell you to stop. Simple as that.”

The witch turned her face to kiss your palm, and you felt her smile against your skin before biting your hand.

“Ow,” you said with a chuckle. Wanda took both your hands in hers again and pressed them against the pillow, leaning down close into you and giving you a soft kiss.

“Are you ready?” she whispered against your lips, reaching down and parting your thighs so that she was kneeling between them. She took hold of her strap, and you felt the tip gently stroke along your slit, collecting your moisture.

You nodded, taking a deep breath of preparation.

“I need to hear you say it, milaya,” she whispered, giving you another soft kiss.

“Yes,” you told her, nodding your head and running your hands up her bare back, tickling her soft skin.

Smiling, she moved the strap to your entrance. “If you want me to stop, just say so.” By the time her words left her lips, she was sliding the tip inside of you. Once it was caught in your entrance, she moved her hand back to yours and buried her face in your neck before moving her hips down onto yours, causing her length to slide further inside you.

“Ah,” you gasped as you felt it stretch your walls. Even as slow as Wanda was going, you felt that you couldn’t take any more after the first two inches, chewing your lip and holding your breath.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Wanda groaned into your neck, feeling the resistance against her strap even through all your wetness. She could feel you squirming under her, and the silence told her you had held your breath. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

You did as she said, breathing in deeply as she slid the rest inside you until her hips were touching yours again. She left butterfly kisses along your neck, staying still inside you for a moment as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Then she began to pull back out, the opposite direction bringing even more pain. You clenched your teeth as tears pricked your eyes, but you kept breathing like Wanda told you.

“The pain will go away, I promise,” Wanda cooed, finally moving to look at you. She caressed your cheek as she slid back inside you, but a spark of excitement inside her led to involuntarily snapping her hips. The action caused you to shriek, to which she muttered, “I’m sorry.”

It was obvious that Wanda was trying to be slow and gentle with you. She held you close to her as she fucked into you gently. You moved your hands away from her to desperately grab at her back, and so she moved her hands to your hips and held them.

“Fuck,” Wanda hissed when the harness moved against her in just the right way. Her slow pace faltered with another fast snap of her hips, which pistoned the strap all the way inside of you. Tingles of pleasure mixed with the burning sensation, and you moaned in pain as the strap hit your cervix. “Fuck, baby, I'm sorry,” Wanda whispered again before moving her lips to give you an apologetic kiss on your breast. She took it into her mouth and sucked, causing you to moan a little louder.

You could feel yourself wanting more. The slow pace had been a relief at first, but it was starting to become tortuous. “Wanda, faster,” you breathed as she sucked on your nipple. She hummed against it before quickening her pace only a little bit.

The speed made the harness rub against Wanda’s clit even more. She breathed against your breast and squeezed the other one harshly in her hand as her pace quickened another notch. “Shit, y/n,” she moaned, sitting up away from you to get a look at her moaning mess.

You were a moaning mess, indeed, your cheeks flushed and your makeup beginning to smear at the edges of your eyes. At this position, she could see your tits bouncing as she fucked you harder. The sounds of your wet pussy filled the air, and Wanda looked down and moaned at the way your cunt sucked in her strap.

“Such a good girl for me,” she praised you, bending your knees up. The new angle brought an explosion of new feelings inside you, and your hands flew to Wanda back, nails clawing her skin.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you whimpered as she pounded into you all of a sudden, the bed shaking with her thrusts. “Harder,” you begged, wanting more and more of her.

“Harder?” she echoed tauntingly, pushing your knees all the way up to your chest and hammering into you. The slaps resounded in your ears and made you blush, but you were too overwhelmed with pleasure to even care.

All you could feel was Wanda. You felt her plowing into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you, her hands holding onto your tits for leverage, the ends of her hair tickling your knees. Most importantly, you could see her. The muscles in her abdomen clenching as she thrust her hips into you, her eyes staring at you with dark, lustrous intent, her lips falling open as she felt her own sorts of pleasure.

A pressure began to build in your stomach. Wanda noticed, and she added to the intensity by reaching down and pinching your clit. Wanda watched as your cum began to leak down your thighs and onto the bed, causing her to growl and plow into you even harder.

“Oh my God!” you gasped, arching up off the bed from all the pleasure wounding up inside you.

Wanda’s thrusts began to get sloppy, albeit hard and rough, as she chased her own climax. She squeezed your breasts bruisingly hard in an attempt to slow herself down for your sake, but your loud mewls of pleasure only riled her up even more.

“I’m gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, feeling the skin of Wanda’s back tear under your nails.

“Cum f-for me,” Wanda grunted, her breath hitching as her orgasm found her as soon as yours did, her mouth falling open and thrusts getting uneven as she came.

Your toes curled as your body climaxed, and her sloppy thrusts only prolonged your orgasm. You had to lean up and bite Wanda’s shoulder to keep from screaming, and she held you flush against her, her thrusts slowing as she came down from her high.

After a few moments, you were both a panting mess in each other’s arms. Cum had leaked from both of you, mixing and pooling on the sheets below.

“Fuck,” Wanda breathed as she held you. Now that the blinding orgasm had passed, she could feel her back throbbing from all the scratches you had given her, along with the skin-breaking bite on her shoulder.

You fell back onto the pillows, catching your breath as Wanda pulled out of you slowly, causing you to wince. Tossing the glistening strap aside, she crawled over you and kissed you gently, humming into your mouth.

“That,” you breathed, “was amazing.” You ran your hands over her back, pausing when you felt something wet. Bringing your hand up to your face, you saw light smudges of blood on your fingers that had come from the scratches on her back.