Her
[Wanda x Fem!Reader] [friends to lovers] [NSFW] [One-shot]
Summary: Wanda, the woman she is, an everlasting tease that would be your demise...
A/n: Pure smut, but it's pretty vanilla. Heavy romance, reader is ruminating about falling in love with that gorgeous woman. Hopelessly down bad for her. You can relate, can't you? You dirty little thing. There's a reason you're here reading this. ;)
Contents: seducing, deep appreciation, nipple play, fingering (W receiving), squirting
[Minors and men DNI]
That shirt was so tight on her... fuck.
She let out a low and mischevious chuckle and your eyes snapped up to hers, as if you were called out.
And you were.
She was already staring at you, her lower lip between her teeth.
You blushed.
Your hand unconsciously twitched on your side and her eyes darted to it.
Then she looked down at her own body. Her hands flattened against her hips, slowly slid up to her sides, accentuated her ribs and cupped her breasts.
She didn't tilt her head up, but her eyes shot at you. Dangerous.
"Wanda..." you whispered. You wanted to apologize for walking in like that, but you were stunned.
Wait, she knew you'd come here, she herself asked you to-
"Come here..." Her velvety voice made your entrance pulse and your eyes flutter close for a moment.
All rational thoughts - gone.
You exhaled the breath you didn't know you were holding since the moment her hands roamed her body instead of yours... Your heart was beating faster, you could feel it in your stomach. Your neck heated up.
"Come on, don't be shy, Y/n..."
You blinked a few times, your mind trying to ground itself and process the visual information it was bombarded with. Your cheeks reddened, but something in your brain felt incredibly fuzzy.
She rolled her eyes playfully and stepped closer to you and you took a small step back on reflex - it was unintentional, but it looked more as if you just shifted your weight.
Oh, don't think she didn't know.
Her hands crossed one before the other as they went down to take the hem of her top. She looked at you and you locked eyes before she lifted it up, your gaze dropping down and your mouth falling open.
Beautiful, round, soft, milky breasts with pink, hardened nipples and tiny moles scattered around her gorgeous skin, which was so light you could see the soft blue hues of her veins here and there.
But her skin looked so smooth you were sure you'd combust if you touched it.
Her ribs moved under her skin. Her muscles flexed as she pulled the top over her head.
Her curves... those svelte shoulders, prominent collarbones, gorgeous breasts, flat stomach, small waist, portruding hipbones that just begged for you to grip them...
She was carved by gods.
She giggled when she got to see you again as she threw the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor without looking at it.
Her eyes were the most beautiful and mesmerizing shade of green you have ever seen in your entire life. It felt like you were in a luxurious gallery where only special VIP guests were secretly invited to enjoy the views.
And in front of you was the most stunning sculpture that has ever existed.
Alive and breathing, interested in you.
Wanting you.
Beckoning you.
Calling you.
Needing you.
She was perfection in human form.
But how could she ever want you? She was out of everyone's league. There's not a single person on this earth that deserves her. Maybe she was her own separate league. Just one person. Her.
Her breasts became even rounder when her hands relaxed down.
"You can touch... however you want..." she spoke sensually, her breath slow, eyes half-lidded.
Oh, just the image of touching her...
You quite literally felt a stabby hot feeling between your legs, then heavy dripping moving your lips apart and sinking in your panties. If you were breathing any more heavily you'd be vocal. You wish the movement down there were her fingers. Or her tongue. Anything, just her.
She raised her hands up again, cupping her breasts, careful of her nipples to stay between her fingers. She lifted them up and squeezed, then unsqueezed and slowly let them back down, without letting go.
You short-circuited.
"Yyy/nnnn..." she moaned quietly.
You made a needy sound at the same time as her. Your face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and mouth making a small "o".
Why were you not doing anything?! She was right in front of you! Real, craving your touch.
God, she was too perfect.
She bit her reddened lower lip.
"Touch me, baby..." she pleaded.
You wanted to pounce on her, tackle her on the ground, you wanted to ravish her, make her gasp, moan so loud it echoes, you wanted to be the reason her feet shake when she screams as she's cumming around your fingers or tongue or both.
You felt something soft. Your hands... she guided them up between the two of you.
Did you black out for a second?!
The redhead stepped even closer and pushed her chest against you, and your hands instinctively opened and grabbed the beautiful curves of skin.
Holy. Shit.
Her nipples rubbed against your palms and her breath hitched - the sound so beautiful it made your own breath hitch as you slowly fell in tune with her.
Things were clicking into place, the puzzle was solving itself, two colors harmonizing into a gradient of love and desire.
Her pleasure was yours.
Her palms found a place on the outside of your forearms, softly trapping you, reserving you for herself.
Not that you would go to anyone else anymore.
Just her presence alone ruined you for everyone else.
It was her or death.
You were hers the moment you two met for the first time.
And you'll be hers until the end of time.
You swore your soul would always search for hers when you die - something so beyond humanity it felt sacred.
You leaned forward and connected your wide-open mouth to the inner side of her shoulder, closer to her neck.
She hummed in pleasure and tilted her head back, her hair raining behind her.
You felt like your tongue was licking the softest surface, your teeth grazing something they could never bite... your lungs filled with her faint signature scent and your legs felt weak.
Her right hand slid up to your shoulder, travelled past your neck and buried in your hair, pulling you closer.
She stepped closer, pushing you backwards, and you let her guide you. Your back softly hit the wall.
You were never a top or a dom.
You were the bottomest of bottoms.
You never had the desire to ruin someone, but she was different. She was a once in a lifetime exception. You wanted to give her so much and yet you couldn't help being under her control, because, god, how could you ever deny her the power that's rightfully hers? How could you ever deny a goddess her divinity?
It just felt natural, being like this around her.
Pliant.
Small.
Serving.
Somehow everything else stopped existing.
It was just her.
Her, her, her.
The moan that rolled out of her throat and graced your ears made you bring your knees closer together.
Your vagina pulsed so hard.
She gently guided your head down and you kissed her collarbone.
Her cleavage.
"Yees..."
The top of her right breast.
"Mmmmmh..."
Her nipple.
"Ha-ah~"
Oh, that beautiful little nub...
You swirled your tongue around it and felt her torso softly jolt as she fought with gravity to keep herself upright.
You tickled it with her tongue and she moaned louder. Proper.
You needed more.
Your hands tightened their hold of her breasts and she arched her back.
"Oh, Y/n..."
It made you break for a second.
Your mouth started moving again.
You made a thin wet line towards her other nipple and she gasped again. You didn't lick much of it, just flicked the side.
Her hand, the one in your hair you forgot about, suddenly gripped tightly, the sensation of your scalp like an exploding power plant, electricity spreading towards the rest of your body and bouncing in your core.
You enclosed the sensitive nub in your wide-open mouth, encasing it in warmth. Your tongue started tickling it and she mewled.
"Fuck~" She whined, high-pitched and breathy. Almost sobbed even.
She groaned when you pulled away and removed your mouth from her breast, the air feeling so cold against the wetness.
Your dominant hand let her breast go and with the backside of the middle of your index finger you gently traced her skin down, following the curves of her slender body. You felt her stomach convulse, but you kept going lower, lower, lower... boldly sliding seamlessly under her panties without any resistance, and over her smooth and hairless privates. Her breath fastened and you turned your hand to cup her core.
The softest skin you've ever touched - her lips - flappy, wet, contracting. You couldn't help but fiddle with them, making her squirm. You traced the skin of her entrance with your middle finger, the edge a bit more firm and defined.
Your eyes closed as your brain turned into mush.
She sighed, content and needy.
"You are so fucking beautiful..." you whispered.
"Y/nnnnn..." she moaned your name again.
You would die for her and her sounds.
She tilted her pelvis away and back, rubbing against your hand.
Your eyes fluttered open.
She was chasing friction.
You pressed all of your fingers together and began moving them in sync.
She felt weak.
You rubbed her forwards and backwards, then settled your palm over her pubic bone and used your middle and index fingers to rub circles over her clit.
"Oh, fuck~"
"Hmmm?"
"Oooooh, yeah~"
You bit your lower lip, resting your forehead on her shoulder. The view was gorgeous.
"Yeaah~ Yeah-hah! Mmmmmh..."
Your other hand squeezed her breast again. You moved your thumb over her nipple and she tightened her grips on you.
"Oh, Wanda..."
"You are so perfect for me..." She exhaled between pants.
You let out a strained noise at that and she grinned for a second, before taking a sharp inhale.
"Keep going, pretty girl..." Your breath hitched, but you felt a rush of energy at the praise. "Oh, keep going... Yes, yes, yes..."
You leaned down and licked her free nipple, eliciting another keen.
"Oooooh, this feels so gooood~" she whined, the hair on your forearm coming to brush your hair away from your face. "You... you feel so good... Mmmmm, Y/nnnnn..."
"You wanna cum for me?"
You also wanted to call her something, but you didn't even know what, she was simply divine.
Wanda opened her mouth to speak, but...
You inserted a finger past her entrance and she immediately clenched around you, but that didn't stop it from going in and out so, so easy.
You added another and the neediness in her sounds amplified.
You rubbed her warm vagina, in and out, exploring all the softness, bumps and ridges. Her walls were contracting around your fingers.
You started searching for something... upon finding it you fastened your pumping.
Wanda was hyperventilating. Entirely at your mercy now.
You scratched the spongey area and used your palm to rub her clit, the combo triggering a throaty moan out of her - one that would be forever branded in your subconscious, and one that burned straight into the depths of your abdomen.
"I'm close..." she whispered, but you didn't really need the confirmation.
You wondered how long she waited for you to enter the room.
What did she imagine when she chose that tight top, knowing what it'd do to you?
How long did the anticipation leak onto her underwear?
Did she wet herself even more when she saw you starstruck?
Did she feel it slowly gush out of her as you kept faltering and hesitating?
Did she almost hear your dirty thoughts and see the filthy images of your imagination?
Your hand was thoroughly lathered in her essence.
You knew the answer.
You slid your hand from her breast and caressed her skin down to the back of her waist. Guiding her you switched places, but it seemed like she didn't even notice, too lost in the moment. You gently pushed her to lean on the wall that you warmed up. She got comfortable again, relaxing a bit as she caught her breath.
You kissed her neck again and made your way down to her breasts.
Naturally both of you crouched slightly - her body reacting to you and instinctively giving you more space, while you chased the need to latch onto her nipples again - it was comforting, it was soft, it made her make extra sounds, and it was so addicting.
You licked one of them and she writhed against you. Her back arched, her sounds telling you that you are doing so good.
Her breathing became frantic and you ramped up your pace, the increase of volume in her voice telling you you're doing it exactly how you're supposed to.
Exactly how she imagined.
Exactly how she wanted you to ruin her all along.
You moved one of your knees between her legs, just preparing for her to go limp any moment now.
Your other hand went back to her neglected breast and your thumb brushed over her sensitive nipple. You recognized the spiking pleasure in her vocals. You tickled it and the dual stimulation made her torso jolt before she arched her back again. Her pelvis trembled against your dominant hand. You used your index to help your thumb roll the little nub and she inhaled loudly.
She came.
The neediest cry that almost made you join her right then and there.
Her legs shook and you felt a little spray of hot liquid, and you kissed the wet nipple before parting from it and looking down. The skin above your palm had a few droplets.
She squirted on you.
The revelation made you groan and bury your head in her neck.
Gradually you slowed your movements, the volume of her moans syncing with them.
Your non-dominant hand found place at her nape and coaxed her to relax against you and you embraced her properly.
Slowly pulling your fingers out of her, you couldn't resist massaging her flappy lips a few more times before cupping her whole vulva in affection.
She hugged you.
You planted a small kiss on the side of her neck and deeply inhaled her scent, and she hummed in acknowledgment. Not just of the kiss, of everything.
"That was my favorite thing."
"What was?" She slurred. Her hazy mind had an idea of what you were talking about, but all word meanings felt so far away she couldn't assimilate what you were saying.
"You."
"Oooh-" she cooed, but you cut her off.
"I-... love you."
She pulled away to meet your eyes.
In this moment you were so sure that waking up every morning without seeing your favorite shade of green would make your life dull, no matter how content you are with everything you've accomplished and have and think and do...
The two of you didn't have a normal friendship - dancing around obvious feelings for so long, knowing and purposefully not admitting, turning it into a complicated game of emotions and tease, but she was the one who made the boldest move out of the two. Now you knew for sure that she'd make your life so much more wild and interesting.
It was scary, this admission, but it felt right.
She felt right.
And you knew that sometimes the scariest things are the right ones.
She scared you in an impossible way.
She cupped your cheek and kissed you, you returned immediately.
Her lips were so soft, you wanted a kiss from her to be the last thing you get to do before you die.
The first thing you touch every morning and evening.
The only smile you'd search for when you need comfort or love, hope or are simply bored.
The only smile you'd look for when you do something funny.
The only lips that would heal and ruin you from now on.
Her hand scratched your scalp and you smiled into the kiss. She broke it to look at you.
"Mine?" She smiled.
"Yours." Both of you grinned and then giggled at the whole situation, feeling such relief, as if you passed something so huge and now it was kinda funny how much you were stressing.
Her hands moved out of your hair and hung around your neck in a loose, intimate hug.
You touched foreheads and your lines of sight naturally fell down between the two of you, your eyes slowing at her breasts, before landing on your hand that was still in her panties. Wanda shifted her weight and clenched her thigh muscles. Her eyes darted up at yours and she smirked, then pressed her lips thin. You bit your lower lip.
