#powerbottom!wanda

You do like to dress up. Despite being a home body you know you clean up nicely, and it is pretty fun to see how sharp you can get yourself and how many longing stares you can attract.

"You've been working out more too so you know someone will come home with you, just saying."

Sold

Now its 7pm and your contemplating how many buttons to have open while factiming Natasha. "1 seems to closed, but 2 shows my tank top and I don't know if that's good or bad. Also, 1 hides my chain.."

"So obviously 2, I know you like to be modest and all, but I'm telling you girls will like 2."

"I suppose you're right."

You finish getting ready by putting in your small silver hoops and spraying your cologne before heading to Natasha's room. She wanted you to get ready there, but you know all too well that you need maximum alone time before going to this party if you want to stay for any real amount of time.

The party being in the same building as your room makes it all too easy to bail and the slightest amount of overstimulation.

You dont even knock on her door before Natasha opens it. "Wooow Y/N looking good looking good."

"Really? Is there anything you would change, be honest?"

"No, I think you really got it this time,e even your hair is looking pretty good."

She's right for some reason, recently your hair is a frizzy mess more often than not. It's most likely because you stopped putting in as much effort as before, but with your new schedule of waking up early and training, it's going to be a mess immediately anyway, so why bother?

You're a trainee for Shield, but you met Natasha when she was subbing for one of your teachers on a day she had nothing better to do. She thought you were pretty cool, so she spent extra time talking to you, and your friendship just blossomed from there.

"Are you ready yet It starts at 7, and it's 6:5,5 we're about to be lat.e"

Natasha just rolls her eyes at you. "Calm down its a party, they don't really start until an hour after they say. So when it says ,7 that actually means 8."

"Then why don't they say 8?"

"Because then everyone would come at 9."

"Why?"

"Because that's just how it is."

"But why is it that way?"

Natasha annoyingly elects to stop answering you. You are a punctual person, she tells you this hour after stuff all of the time, but it's just so annoying. Why say 7 if not 7? Why is it a culture to be late? There is no on time, only early or late, what do people not understand?

You decide to go into Natasha's room and take a quick nap before it is time to go. You have found that napping is the only way to keep yourself from stressing about the time.

Once it is time to go, Natasha actually wakes you up nicely for once. Over time, she has realized that abruptly waking you up, whilst temporarily funny, is not good for anyone unless they want you to be a snarky zombie for the next 1-2 hours.

You both head downstairs once you've had a few moments to come to your senses. You're armed with your earbuds and your over-ear headphones in Natasha's purse just in case your earbuds aren't cutting it.

Once you and Natasha make it into the room right at 8, of course, it isn't too packed, thank god.

You spot Bucky and Sam across the room and head over to them. You give Sam and Bucky some quick side hugs. You 4 had hung out a few times recently, slowly becoming a small friend group. Sam and Natasha head to get some drinks.

"I'm surprised you weren't here earlier. How in the world did Natasha talk you past 7:30?"

"She let me sleep in her bed. She had no choice unless she wanted to be here at 7."

"Well, you haven't missed much. I'm hearing a lot of 8:30's so you're still early in reference to most."

Natsha and Sam come back 10 minutes later, and you all stand around talking and laughing as the room fills up.

By the time you're 3 drinks deep, you're feeling loose enough to get your next drink yourself.

You head up to the bar, waiting your turn to be served, when you look over and see the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen. Wanda. You had seen pictures in the news and stuff, but despite frequenting Natasha's room and therefore the Avengers floor, you had somehow never crossed paths with the witch.

You quickly realise you've been staring and tear your eyes away from her. All you can think about is her now. You want her to be burned into your memory so she's all you'll ever see again.

You can help but sneak another glance, quickly looking over. You try to keep it short, but you also need your eyes to have time to focus on every part of her.

She's sitting with her back to the bar, talking to Carol, joking about god knows what. Shes wearing a simple black dress with a slit down the leg and heels. She's enjoying the conversation, but you know you could make her laugh more.

You turn your gaze back to the bartender in time to give him your order.

By the time you make it back to your friends, they are talking about something new, but you don't care; you're just thinking about her.

After 5 or 10 you have no idea minutes have passed your friends need more drinks. Natasha is about to go but you quickly volunteer.

"I'll go!" You say a little to quickly

Natasha looks at you confused "You just go a drink you've barely touched yet?"

Shoot, you were so deep in that you hadn't even tasted your drink yet, but you want another chance to see Wanda. So you do what you gotta do and throw your drink back in 2 big gulps and snatch your friends' empty cups before they can question you any further.

When you make it back to the bar, you look over, surprised to see that Wanda is now sitting alone. This time, you choose to stand a little closer to her, granted you're still 3 or 4 seats away, it is technically closer than before, so you call it progress.

The bartender is taking his time to make his way over to you but you arent complaining since this gives you all the time in the world to admire Wandas side profile as she scrolls on her phone. She seems quite uninterested in the party.

You could show her something that she would be quite interested in. Just as you think that Wanda's lips quirk into a slight smile.

You wonder what she's looking at. Nothing could be as fulfilling as looking at her. Her smile grows wider, but she seems to be trying to fight it. Weird.

The bartender comes over and you give him the order for all 4 of you, but when he walks away and you look back to continue staring at the beautiful Wanda, she's gone.

You look around, but you don't see where she went, deflating your shoulders a little, but when you look back toward the bar, you see auburn hair out of the corner of your eye.

Snapping your head towards it shes sitting right next to you, back on her phone, but she looks up at your sudden movement.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was someone sitting here? The vent was blowing on me over there,e and it was making me cold," she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes.

Fuck. Up close, she's even more beautiful, not a single imperfection on her flawless skin.

Her cheeks grow red, and you realize you haven't answered.

"Oh, um, no, sorry I just uh..." you ramble like an idiot trying to make an excuse for whipping your head around.

"Are you sure? I can move if you're here with someone, really, it's no problem."

"NO! I mean uh, no, sorry, no, I'm not really here with anyone, just my friend."

Wanda smiles softly, looking amused at your ramblings. "Oh really, whose your friend?"

"Uh, Natasha, she made me come."

"Made you?"

"Yeah, I normally just chill on the weekends, but she convinced me, I guess."

"And how did she convince you?"

'Women'

"Oh, you know, just saying I'll have fun and whatnot, you know the usual."

"Really, that's all it took? That seems pretty broad to me."

The look in her eyes seems like she knows something, but what would she know?

The bartender comes over with your drinks, and considering how hard you're bombing, you take that as your cue to exit.

"Well, I need to bring these to my friends, so if you'll excuse me."

Wanda smiles as you try to start balancing all 4 drinks in 4 different types of glasses. 'Damn them and their differing tastes this was easier when they were empty'

"Why don't I help you with one of those?" Wanda suggests, and before you can answer, she's picked up a drink. Your drink.

You don't protest as youd rather accept her help than embarrass yourself by spilling.

When you make it back to your group, you turn to take you drink back only to see a breathtaking sight.

Wanda is taking a long sip of your drink, making eye contact with you through her eyelashes over the rim of your glass. All you can do is stand there, hand half outstretched, mouth agape.

She finished her sip, putting your drink into your open hand while licking her lips. All you can do is close your hand and stare at her lips

"That's pretty good, maybe I should get one for my next drink."

Your mouth is dry as you try to come up with a response, but Natasha beats you to it.

"Oh hey Wanda, what are you doing over here?"

"Hey, Nat, I was just helping your friend... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." She says, turning her attention back to you, placing a distracting hand on your bicep, which you swear she gives a squeeze, still pretty much in your same position.

"Uh, Y Y/N" You stutter out.

Natasha gives you a knowing smirk before looking back at Wanda.

"Well, that was very kind of you, thank you so much, Wanda," Natasha exclaimed a little too nicely.

Wanda stood around talking to your group for a little bit hand never leaving your arm.

As you watched her talk to your friends, your mind began to wander, especially as your 4th drink started hitting. All you could think about was wanting to kiss, which progressed into touching Wanda, which then progressed into tasting Wanda. With that, though, Wanda choked on her words, a little bit confusing you. Nothing out of the ordinary had been said in their conversation, at least out of what you heard.

Then, all of a sudden, a very vivid scene played in your mind. You're standing in a room you'd never seen before, holding Wanda upside down, tasting her and teasing her as she takes your full length into her mouth. The scene was so clear you swore you could feel it.

Just as fast as the vision came, it went. When your eyes refocused on Wanda, her face and chest were flush. She turned to you before coming close and whispering in your ear, "I need another drink, would you like to come with me?" before looking up at you, making direct eye contact.

You just nod, and her hand slips into yours, pulling you quickly towards the bar, but before you make it there, she pulls you towards the door. You're confused, but you don't care enough to resist as long as she keeps her hand in yours.

"Where are we going?" You ask even though you don't really care you feel you should at least pretend.

"My room," Wanda says quickly before pressing the button for the elevator.

"Your room? What's in your room?" you ask. confused.

Would you like to go to her room? Yes.

Do you think she would randomly take you up to her room for the reason you would prefer? Hell no.

"I'll be there, is that enough reason?" She asks, seeming impatient as you both step onto the elevator.

You nod your head side to side, "I suppose," you say, racking your brain to try and figure out what the hell is going on.

When the doors open, Wanda pulls you out of the elevator so fast you could have gotten whiplash.

She pushes you into the 3rd door on the right before quickly closing the door behind her.

You've seen this room. This is the room from that... Dream? You saw. Wanda steps in front of you, looking up at you with is that.. lust in her eyes? No way.

"Wanda, what is-" you begin to ask before she cuts you off, reaching her hands to the side of your face, tilting your head to meet her eyes. "Your thoughts are very loud, возлюбленный (sweetheart)"

You're confused for a second until. Fuck. How could you forget "The mindreader" What the fuck how do you forget that.

You're about to start profusely apologizing, but before you can, she pulls your head farther down so your lips are hovering over hers.

Staring at your lips, she asks, "Do you want to act on them?" looking back up into your eyes.

Fuck.

You lean in to meet her lips and lift her up as she wraps her legs around your waist her dress raising in the process. The kiss is fast and sloppy. Just the way you like it.

She's smiling, and she pulls herself tighter to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You reach up to put a hand to her jaw as you lay her on the bed, never breaking the kiss. You try to savor the moment, not wanting to rush too much, but she has other plans. She reaches a hand down to grab your pants and pull your hips to grind into her center.

You let out a groan as you give in and start rubbing yourself against her, giving her the friction she desires.

Quickly, however, this begins to not be enough for the witch as her hand moves over to your belt buckle as she tries to open it. She gets impatient and her failed one-handed attempts, and her eyes flash red as your pants literally fly off of you, leaving you in only your boxers.

Surprised and half confused, you pull away for a second, but she's not having it as she pulls you back to her and flips you both over so she's on top of you.

She grinds her hips up and down your full length, her dress now high enough that you can feel her warmth through her thin panties. She moves her kisses down your jaw and to your neck. All you can do is grip her hips and tilt your head to give her better access.

She lifts the bottom of your shirt and starts kissing down your torso before sitting up. At the loss of contact, you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at her in a confused daze.

"Take it off," she demands, and you quickly throw your shirt over your head. You look back at her as she stares at your torso, admiring you.

You begin to grow uncomfortable with the scrutiny. Seeming to sense it, she leans back in to kiss you. She moves your hands to the bottom of her shirt, wrapping your fingers around the bottom of her dress. "Take it off," she whispers against your lips. You nod quickly, gathering the bottom of her dress and lifting it over her head.

Oh shit. She's not wearing a bra. You've been trying to contain yourself, but it is proving somehow harder than you expected.

She grabs your wrists to move your calloused hands and places them on her hips, slowly moving them up her curvy sides until you reach her breasts, where she places her hands over yours to squeeze and knead her.

You don't need to be told twice. You take to massaging her on your own, sitting up to kiss her. She allows you one kiss before pushing you back and placing her hands on your shoulders to support herself as she resumes grinding down on your now fully hardened member, eyes closing.

If she doesn't stop soon, you're going to finish before her. You can't have that.

You move one hand to her side and one to her face before flipping you both back over.

She looks angry for a second, but you begin an almost attack on her neck as you begin grinding against her warmth again.

Her eyes close as one of your hands slides down her side towards the waistband of her underwear. You slide your fingers just ever so slightly underneath and run them slowly across back and forth.

You move your mouth up to her ear before whispering, "Do you want me to touch you, Wanda?" And you pull back to look into her eyes.

She nods quickly and grabs the back of your head to pull you into another searing kiss.

You slowly slide your fingers down until you reach her warm center and groan as you feel how wet she is. You slide your fingers up and down from her entrance to circle her clitoris and back.

She moans loudly into your mouth at the sensation.

You move your kisses back to her neck and then down to her hardened nipples as you slide your fingers into her.

At this, she digs her nails into your back while arching off the bed, moaning loudly. It doesn't take long before she's wiggling and writhing, but just before she finishes, you'd gently pull your fingers out.

She whines at the loss, sitting up. "Why'd you store? Please don't stop."

You smile, moving up to kiss her. "Don't you want to play out your little show from earlier?" you whisper.

You place a hand on the back of her head, pulling her up onto her knees while you stand up, still kissing her. You then bend to grab her waist and, in one motion, lift her up and flip her over legs over your shoulders pussy against your face.

She lets out a small yelp, which quickly turns into a moan as you dig in. She wastes no time before fumbling to get your boxers off, 8" of you slapping her in the face.

She moves to taste you moaning as she does.

Her mouth plus the vibrations of her moans make you rethink if you'll stay stable enough to hold her, but you know you must power through.

You both continue your acts on each other like your lives depended on it.

You knew it wasn't long before you would climax, whether you liked it or not, but you just hoped you were good enough for her to be in the same situation.

You soon became confident that your hopes were true as her thighs began to squeeze your head like she was trying to crush a watermelon.

As you felt yourself getting closer, you couldn't help but begin thrusting into her mouth, though trying to keep it gentle, you could only control yourself so much.

With a little more moaning and groaning from both of you, you knew you would break soon. Just when you thought you couldn't hold it anymore, you heard a loud moan from Wanda and felt her reach to massage your balls, forcing you to climax with her.

You tried your best to stay upright somehow successfully before walking over to lay her on the bed. You move on top of her and move lower to clean her up with your mouth. She whines at the stimulation, and you rub a gentle hand over her stomach before moving to get up.

Once you're standing and about to gather your things, you hear a disgruntled sound come from the sleepy witch before you're lifted up and placed under the covers beside her.

You aren't complaining, and you're crazy tired, so you scoot closer and she rolls to lie her head on your chest.

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry its short and probably not as well written as some of my other works I have to written in forever and also haven't been reading as often

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Startling green eyes bore down at you in seconds.

The orders in them were clear.

Stay down. Don't touch.

You quickly nodded in understanding.

Seemingly pleased with your easy obedience, the woman leaned down to reward you, never stopping her movements near your waist, and met your lips with a bruising kiss.

The door bell rang in the distance.

Her tongue entered your mouth without much resistance.

The door bell rang in the distance.

Her hold loosened on you and you leaned up to kiss her harder.

The door bell rang in the distance.

She moaned into your mouth.

The door bell-

Your eyes shot open.

Ding. Ding.

You turned to the clock by your bed.

2:34 P.M

Ding. Ding.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." You cursed, practically jumping out of bed.

Ding. Ding.

"Coming!" You shouted, running down the stairs.

DING. DING.

The mirror in the hallway caught your attention as you ran past it. Seeing that your hair was wild, you took to quickly fixing it. The door continuing ringing annoyingly in the back, reminding you to hurry.

Deeming yourself presentable, or at least more presentable than before, you swung open your door.

Two boys stood on the entrance.

"Hello." You greeted it, gasping for breath.

"Hello Ms. (Y/N)!" They both chorused.

Tommy smiled widely at your appearance, "Wow, Ms. (Y/N), you look like you went through a tornado. Why is your face so red and your hair so messy?"

Billy elbowed his brother in the side, "You can't say stuff like that Tommy!" He objected, "And if anything, it looks more like she went through a hurricane."

You frowned at the brutal honesty of children, "Ignoring the state of my appearance, why don't you boys come on in. I have snacks ready for you in the dining room. And if anyone needs help with homework, I got that too!" You tried to segue before your feelings got hurt more.

The two boys came running into your house.

You were pretty sure that they had stopped hearing you after the word snacks.

///

A few hours later, the doorbell rang again.

This time though, only one ring rang out.

Dusting off your hands, you left the boys in your dining room and made your way to the living room to answer the door.

"Hi, (Y/N)! Thank you so much for watching the boys!" A woman greeted as you opened the door.

Your eyes widened at the sight of your neighbor.

"Oh, hey Wan-er Ms. Maximoff." You coughed out, startled by the sight of her. Usually, it was Vision who picked up the boys.

"Are you okay?" She asked in concern, reaching out to you as you started choking on the Cheetos you had been eating just seconds prior.

"Moooommmmm!" Two collective voices shouted from behind you.

"Boys!" Wanda laughed, pulling away from you as Tommy and Billy jumped atop her, catching them in her arms.

"I thought dad was suppose to be picking us up today?" Tommy asked with childlike innocence.

Wanda smile faltered a bit at the mention of her ex- husband, "He's running a little late from work tonight, so I came to get you two instead." She answered. You could tell there was more to the story.

"Why don't you come in for a while, Ms. Maximoff?" You offered, hoping to change the conversation.

Billy and Tommy nodded their enthusiastically. "Yes, come on in mom! (Y/N) was just showing us how to sound out words!"

"Oh, I don't know, we really can't impose on her-" Wanda began, but didn't have much of a choice as her sons were already dragging her into your house.

You sent her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it, Ms. Maximoff you are not imposing at all. It would be my pleasure to have you in my home."

"Please, call me Wanda." The Sokovian insisted as her boys continued dragging her away.

"Oh! Sure, ummm... Wanda." You tried out, liking the way her name sat on your tongue. An interesting look passed over Wanda's eyes as you said her name, and the redhead's gaze met yours for a second that was enough to send a small shiver right down to your core.

Stop. Not in front of the children.

Shaking away the dirty thoughts that had bubbled up in just that short interaction, you closed your front door with a slow sigh.

///

Fingers working quickly under the cover of your bed, you gently sucked on the skin of the woman above you.

"Right there. Yes!" She moaned in approval, clenching around your fingers greedily.

Ring. Ring.

Your phone buzzed from it's spot on your dresser. Ignoring it, you continued the ministration of you left hands, using your free one to grope a breast.

Ring. Ring.

"You didn't turn off your phone?" Grumbled Natasha disapprovingly as she felt the coil inside her tighten.

You smiled up sheepishly, "Guess not, my bad."

Ring. Ring.

"Do you want to answer it?" She offered, pushing herself up onto her elbows, allowing her reach of your phone if needed.

You leaned in to kiss her passionately, "Sure, just let me finish you off first."

She hummed into your lips, taking the bottom between her teeth, "But what if you miss the call?"

"I won't." You husked out, and with renewed energy, increased the movement of your fingers.

Lust filled green eyes playfully glinted at you, "Always so cocky aren't you?"

Licking your lips, you smiled widely, "It's not cockiness. I just know my skills."

Natasha opened her mouth to retort something back, but you didn't let her, instead curling your fingers expectedly into her g-spot.

Her words got lost in her pleasure.

Letting the Russian ride out her orgasm, you picked up the still ringing phone with your free hand.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other side almost made you drop your device, "Oh, hi, (Y/N). This is Wanda. I wasn't sure if you were going to answer. I'm sorry for calling you so late, but there's a bit of trouble. Could you come over to lend a hand?"

Natasha was breathing heavily beside you, recovering from her orgasm. "Who is it?" She silently mouthed as her breathing evened out.

"Neighbor." You mouthed back, nodding to the window where Wanda's house could be seen. The Russian nodded in understanding.

"Sure, I can come over. How soon do you need me?" You asked back into the phone.

"As soon as possible, if that's okay. It's urgent."

Natasha saw the hesitance in your eyes, "You should go." She whispered.

You raised your brows for confirmation, "You sure?"

The Russian took your fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, tongue swirling around them as she nodded.

You watched in marvel at her actions, almost forgetting to reply to Wanda.

"(Y/N)...?" The Sokovian called through the phone.

"Oh yes. I'll be right over!" You answered flustered. Natasha bit back a laugh.

Hanging up, you went to fix your appearance a bit.

"Sooo, your neighbor - Wanda, right? The hot milf you've been drooling over?" Natasha asked as you moved to your closet to get a new shirt. "Why's she inviting you over this late?" A gasp escaped the Russian's lips, "Don't tell me you finally got into her pants!"

Rolling your eyes, you peeked out from inside your closet, "First of all, I have not been drooling over her."

"Riiiggght, so that's not a lady boner that I see every time her name comes up?"

You quirked a brow, "Lady boner?"

"Pitch perfect." She explained. "Yelena's friend Kate made me watch it with them a few days ago. But you're deflecting. Wanda. Hot. You. Horny for her. Yes?"

You didn't give her an answer, "I'm leaving now."

"If I were any one else I would be offended that you would leave me so fast after fucking me, but since you're chasing your milf, I will allow this!" She called out.

"Fuck you!" You shouted.

"You already did that." She laughed back.

Cursing your choice of friends, albeit special kind of friend, you made your way over to the Maximoff residence, crossing over your yard to do so.

As you got closer to the front door, though, the reality of your situation began settling onto you.

You were going over to Wanda's house. Late at night. Where it was just going to be you and her.

Fuck. Did you look good? Why didn't you ask Natasha that before leaving?

Standing outside the door, you hesitated to knock.

The door swung open without you needing to.

"Hey, (Y/N). Come on in." Wanda greeted with a warm smile, like she had been expecting you. Which, you suppose, she probably had.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of her.

Dressed in what had to be the filmiest nightgown you had ever seen, Wanda's figure was barely concealed in the silken clothing (if you could even call it that) that she was wearing. You tried, and failed, to stop yourself from glancing down at her ample breasts that were all but exposed in the dress.

"Uhhhhh....yes." You muttered intelligently.

Wanda didn't seem to notice your utter lack of braincells due to her appearance and instead grabbed your hands, pulling you in. As she turned around to walk, her nightgown rose along her thighs and your eyes zeroed in on her ass.

"Thank you so much for coming over." She was saying, leading you into her house. Her hands stayed in yours.

You recovered enough of your senses to manage a reply, "Yeah, of course. Anything for you."

"Anything, huh?" She repeated, and you could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Oh... you know, like figuratively, of course. Like any good neighbor would be." You tried to recover, failing miserably, "So...ummm...what's the trouble around here?"

The two of you stopped moving as you entered the kitchen. You tried to glance around to see what she may have needed aid with.

"Well, it's not so much of a what as it is a who..."

Your brows furrowed, not following, "Sorry?"

Wanda slowly turned around, her intense green eyes meeting yours. Like always, you felt something deep inside you stir at the simple eye contact. You noticed that her pupils seemed to be more blown than usual, "You smell like sex, you know?" She asked, taking you by surprise.

You felt your eyes widen at the topic, "I- what?"

Wanda took a step towards you, head tilting, "You had someone over tonight didn't you? In your home? In your bed?"

Your throat felt dry all of the sudden, "I'm sorry, Ms. Maximoff, umm, Wanda, but what does that have to do with-"

"Now, why would you do that?" She continued, ignoring your interruption. "Were the fantasies of me no longer enough?" Your eyes somehow widen further, "Oh! Did you think I couldn't see how you look at me? How you would get all frozen and tongue tied when I'm around?" Wanda had been steadily approaching as she spoke and was really close now, close enough for you too count the individual lashes on her eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't know about all those fantasies you've had?" Her eye seemed to shine a dull red, but that may have been a trick of the light, "And there was certainly so many..."

Your mind was going completely haywire.

Was this happening right now? Was this is real?

"You should've known better, (Y/N)," She reprimanded, "Than to invite someone else over."

Were you dreaming?

Discreetly you dug your nails into the palm of your hands.

Ow. No, you weren't.

"But I suppose, in a way, it's my fault. I should've made my move sooner." Wanda raised a hand to your cheek, cupping it. Your skin felt like it was lighting up from just her touch. Slowly, she leaned in until her lips was hovering just over yours, "But don't worry, I won't make the mistake any longer, detka," The usage of the pet name went straight to your core. And with that, Wanda's lips touched yours and your brain stopped working entirely.

Tongue sliding into your mouth, it seemed to explore every inch of you. There was very little you could do to hold back a moan. Your hands went to Wanda's waist and pulled her closer to you, digging into the skimpy nightgown of hers. The two of you fumbled around a bit until you had her pressed against the kitchen counter.

"You're mine, you understand?" Wanda asked between kisses. You nodded eagerly, wanting more of her, "Good, then prove it." She ordered as she pulled back from you, much to your protest. But the redhead ignored your whining. Hands traveling up your face, they went to the top of your head where they started pushing you down to the floor and onto your knees.

It took you only a second to understand her intentions.

Catching on, you slid your hands down from her waist to her thighs, quickly hitching up the thin nightgown she called clothes.

The sight of her bare cunt made your eyes widen.

"You were...?"

Wanda laughed at your shock, "You were staring at my ass for that long and still didn't notice that I was bare underneath?"

You shook your head at the question, originally planning to verbally answer, but your eyes became transfixed on the wetness that was already dripping down Wanda's legs.

The only thought in your head soon became reserved for the question of how she would taste.

Not wanting to wait any longer for the answer, you hooked a hand around one of her knees and threw a leg over your shoulder, giving you a clearer access to her pussy. Immediately, your lips attached to her clit.

Wanda's breath hitched at the sudden contact, and her hands tangled itself into your hair.

You hungrily delved into her, alternating between lapping her folds and circling her nub. One of your hands went to keep her stable as you pressed your face into her core, and the other squeezed her ass purposefully. Wanda all but grinded her pussy onto you.

"Hmmm, that's it, good girl." She moaned, encouraging you as ate her out, and the little praise had you pressing your own legs together, where you were suddenly reminded that you were still packing from your night earlier with Natasha, before you had been interrupted. Like she could read your mind, Wanda's grip in your hair tightened, and she tilted your head away from her cunt and up to her face to look at her. Your nose brushed against her clit, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle a moan, "Please tell me that's what I think it is." She advised, referring to your strap.

You saw the excitement in her eyes and wanted nothing more than to please, "Yes, ma'am."

A smile spread across Wanda's face, whether from your usage of ma'am or the confirmation of your heat, you wouldn't know.

Leaning down, she captured your lips into a bruising kiss that had your head spinning once again. Maneuvering herself carefully, she got you completely to the floor, straddling your lap.

Her hands went to your thigh where she rubbed the strap between your legs. Her hips instinctively bucked in anticipation.

"You haven't use this on anyone tonight, right?" She asked, stroking the strap through your pants.

You shook your head no.

Nodding in approval, she moved to released the cock, pulling your pants down. The sheer size of the strap made the excitement in Wanda's eyes grow brighter.

Two hands on her waist, you helped the redhead as she aligned the cock to her entrance. The head was so large you questioned whether it would fit, but Wanda didn't seem to have the same worries.

The way she sank down onto your strap had both of your groaning in appreciation.

From your position, you had the perfect view of Wanda as she started riding you, especially when it came to her chest. Her breasts, long been freed from her night gown, jiggled in the air with each thrust, and it only seemed natural for you to lean towards them.

But Wanda, however, seemed to disagree.

"No. No touching." She ordered. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Wanda continued riding you, "Or did you already forget that you're still in trouble."

"What?!" You tried protesting, moving your hands up her side, "But momm-" You clamped your mouth shut immediately.

The lust in Wanda's eyes unexpectedly grew at your accidental outburst, though, and to your surprise, you felt her legs tightened around you, "What was that?"

Your embarrassment quickly gave way to an idea of how to get what you wanted, "Mommy, please, let me touch." You begged.

The result was almost instant. Wanda got noticeably wetter at your plead and you barely held back a victorious smile at your effects over her.

For a moment, you thought that maybe you had won in convincing her, but then red wisps suddenly wrapped around your wrists and pinned your hands above your head.

"Oh, detka. You should stop being so loud with your thoughts." The Sokovian purred. You didn't really understand what she meant. "No touching." She repeated, eyes hardening, "Understand?"

You weren't sure what was happening or what the red wisps around you were, but for some reason, you also didn't really care, "Yes, ma'am." You answered.

You pinned Wanda against her bedroom door, hiking her skirt up above her hips, assaulting her neck with your mouth. Desperate whimpers tumbled from her lips as her shaky hands started unbuttoning your shirt before pulling it from your body.

“Y/N, just give it to me,” she begged as she grabbed your wrist, moving your hand to her clothed heat and moaned at the contact. You knew that Wanda was already pushing towards her limit, you had been teasing her all evening at the meal the two of you, along with the other Avengers, were attending.

“What’s the magic word?” You muttered against the smooth skin of her neck, your hand going past the waistband of her panties and you begin to run your fingers through her folds, gathering her slick on your fingers.

“P-Please!”

Her head lulled back, a deep moan falling from her lips as you pressed 2 digits into her core and curled them skilfully. If it wasn’t for the strong hold your other arm had around Wanda’s waist, she would’ve been a pool at your feet. You moaned against her neck when you felt her walls clench around your fingers.

“You gonna cum baby, huh? Cum on my fingers, sweetheart,” you urged, your teeth grazing over the soft spot on her neck, sending Wanda over her peak as she called out your name, her fingers digging into the back of your neck.

You hummed in appreciation as you felt her juices coat your fingers before you brought them up towards your mouth, being pleasantly surprised when Wanda placed them into hers instead, not breaking eye contact with you as her tongue swirled around your digits.

“Oh fuck, princess. Such a good girl,” you praised, your hands moving to the back of her thighs to lift her up, and she bit her lip wrapping her legs tightly around your waist before slowly starting to roll her hips, her soaked pussy trailing slick onto your abdomen.

“Y/N, I need more, please.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You laid her down on the bed, discarding all the remaining clothing onto the floor as Wanda locked the door with her powers. Your lips attached back to Wanda’s neck gently grazing your teeth over the most sensitive areas, as multiple flows of arousal surge through Wanda’s body due to your intoxicating touch.

“Don’t leave marks, as much as I might want you to, you can’t,” Wanda complained, an unimpressed look spread across her face, she loved it when you bit and sucked on her skin but there had been too many close calls of her brother finding out.

There was ONE thing that Pietro had requested from you when the twins first arrived at the compound, and the two of you became close, and that was to not make moves on his sister and ESPECIALLY don’t sleep with her. However, unfortunately for the oblivious Pietro, your favourite activity was in fact, to sleep with his sister.

You smiled down at Wanda before pressing a tender kiss to her lips, allowing her fingers to gently graze over your face as she smiled back. She softly chewed her bottom lip and blinked slowly at you, her jade eyes full of love and adoration.

You sat back onto your calves and rummaged through her bedside draw grabbing the strap which Wanda preferred and secured it tightly around your hips. You leant down and kissed her again, this time with more hunger and passion, equally given back by Wanda as she pulled you closer to her body.

You swallowed Wanda’s moans as you bottomed out in her, your hips starting slow and then increasing speed as you got more desperate for Wanda to reach another peak. The Sokovian whimpered under your touch, her hips lifting to meet your thrusts as you gripped her chin between your thumb and index finger to force her to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous. Such pretty sounds coming out of your mouth babygirl, take my cock so well.”

“All for you, fuck.”

The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room and Wanda’s nails dragged down your back, digging in harshly as you hit her g-spot over, and over.

"That's it, baby, such a good girl."

The moans that tumbled from your mouths harmonised together as you both pushed each other over the edge. You slowly pulled out of Wanda, pathetic whimpers falling from her mouth at the loss of contact. You took off the strap and you beside Wanda, holding her close to your body, and tangled your legs together.

“I love you, Wanda.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You smiled softly as Wanda shifted to get comfortable in your arms and you rested your head on hers, both of you falling into a blissful sleep.

**

You groaned walking into the kitchen, your eyes still laced with exhaustion as you smiled tiredly at Natasha who was sat at the island in the kitchen. A knowing smile spreads on Natasha’s face as she smirks at you over her mug of coffee.

“Morning Y/N, how was your night last night?”

You gave her a playful glare before rolling your eyes and grabbing some ingredients from the cupboards to make some pancakes.

“Ha, ha, ha. You’re so very funny Romanoff, why are you an Avenger when you could be a Comedian?”

She scoffed as you gave her a sarcastic smile as you started your breakfast, you made sure to make enough for Wanda too, knowing she always waits about 10 minutes to follow you into the kitchen in a morning, so Pietro doesn’t catch either of you leaving the others room.

“Where is Little Miss Maximoff this morning?”

“Being the grumpiest woman known to man, hence why I’m making pancakes. She’s moody because the lie-in we had ‘wasn’t long enough’ but it’s fine,” you smiled as you started to fry the pancakes.

“Who’s moody?”

You jump slightly at the sound of Wanda’s voice, and you turn to face her, noticing the perfectly arched brow and folded arms you stick your bottom lip out and give her your most innocent eyes.

“Nobody dear, Natasha is just being a little shit.”

“Don’t drag me into it, I didn’t say she was moody,” Natasha retorted turning her attention back to her phone as Wanda strode towards you.

You battered your eyelashes innocently, the pout still prominent on your lips as you pulled her flush against you, gently pressing a kiss to her temple as she wrapped her arms around your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before taking a seat next to Natasha.

“Here you go baby,” you smiled as you passed her the plate of pancakes, doing the same with Natasha and took a seat beside Wanda. You jumped when you felt a strong gust spin around you, immediately knowing it’s Pietro you looked at your plate and 2 of your pancakes were missing.

“You ass Pietro, if you had just asked, I’d have made you some,” you huffed as you dug back into, what was now, your last pancake, but not before sending a glare to the blonde-haired speedster. You glanced at Wanda who gave you a shy smile and your knee a reassuring squeeze before turning back to her breakfast.

“Yeah well, I didn’t wanna wait, besides I was hungry right now.”

You rolled your eyes and he smiled sitting at the table as you passed him a cup of coffee, “You’re lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise I’d have put you on your ass, I swear to god.” You finished your food and placed your plates in the sink, ready to clean up after and you sat back down and frowned at Pietro. “P, what’s wrong?”

“What is that on your neck?”

You frown confused and follow his eyes, they’ve landed on Wanda. This isn’t going to end well.

“Wanda, is that a hickey on your neck?”

Your whole body froze, Nat choked on her coffee and Wanda stopped eating and placed her cutlery down, her hand snapping to her neck and gulped. The silence in the air spoke louder than words, and Pietro’s glare looked like it was capable of murder, you made sure to give Wanda’s hand a gently squeeze as she cleared her throat.

“Piet-”

“Who?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Who was it Wanda, it must be someone in the compound because I know sure as hell that the mark wasn’t there yesterday.”

“Look, I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions Pietro,” Wanda sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, her leg beginning to bounce as her anxiety heightened.

“I don’t care, Wanda. Who put their fucking hands on you,” he bellowed, standing up after slamming his first onto the table, making Wanda jump and your jaw tensed as you stood up to be on his level.

“Don’t you DARE speak to her like that!” You shouted, not caring about the fact that you were going to give away what you and Wanda had, but you weren’t going to let anybody speak to her like that, family or not. “It was me, I did it.”

He lets out an unimpressed scoff as his eyes narrowed onto you, you could see the venom laced through them, “One thing I asked from you Y/N, as my best friend and you went behind my back and slept with my sister.”

“I don’t just sleep with your sister Pietro, I love her.”

“How long?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“How long have you been messing around with my sister, Y/N?”

You gulped slightly and twisted the rings on your fingers, the nerves in your body increasing as you realise you’ve been lying to your best friend for nearly a year, betraying him and sneaking behind his back for a year. Wanda’s grip on your hand tightened as she entwined your fingers together with hers and you glanced at Pietro.

“9 months, nearly a year. I’m sorry Pietro, we would have told you, but we knew this is exactly how you’d react. Besides, that is an awful way to put it, we’re not just ‘messing around’, we love each other.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N. I know what you’re like, all of us do.”

You tensed your jaw, your nervousness and upset now being replaced with agitation and anger. Wanda could sense your shift of mood and stood up taking a hold of your arm, “Y/N let’s go, I’m not listening to this anymore.”

You glanced at Wanda and nodded, protectively pulling her into your side as you began to leave the kitchen. A harsh glare was thrown your way by Pietro, which you happily ignored but Wanda couldn’t.

“Pietro, stop it! It wasn’t even Y/N who initiated any of this, it was me. I got turned down so many times because she refused to hurt you, so if this is anyone’s fault it’s mine. You’ve got to understand that I love you so much P, you’re my brother, but you don’t get to control my life.”

“I’m not controlling yo-”

“Yes, you are! Now just leave me alone,” Wanda muttered as she pulled you towards her room. Pietro didn’t miss the disappointed look that was directed at him as the two of you left the kitchen. He turned towards Nat who had reached over for Wanda’s pancakes, already digging into them, and gave him a shrug.

“You’ve fucked up, P.”

“I noticed that thanks, Natasha.”

--

You turned to Wanda once you were in the privacy of her room and gave her a sad smile, “Come here Wands.” You opened your arms for her, wrapping them tightly around her once she slotted herself into the comfort of your body, and rested your chin on top of her head swaying you both slowly.

You gently lift her from the floor when you hear, and feel, her start to sob against your shoulder. Locking her legs and arms tightly around you, Wanda accepts the comfort of being rocked in your arms, even if it does remind her of being a small child that had just fallen over and was being comforted by a parent.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m so sorry this has happened, I didn’t mean for it to go like this, but I refuse to let anybody speak to you like that.”

You gently sat on Wanda’s bed and moved the two of you into a laying position, Wanda comfortably laid between your legs, her head rested comfortably on her chest. Feelings were hard, being a sibling was hard; but being a twin with feelings that had to be hidden? That was damn near impossible.

You both laid silently for a few hours, your hands always on Wanda, never anywhere else. Sometimes it was gently rubbing her arm, other times it was tickling her back, but her favourite was when you ran your fingers through her thick red locks. You smile down at Wanda who’s fallen asleep against you, and you press a gentle kiss to her hairline.

“Y/N?”

You lift your head up and smile a little bit at Pietro who’s stood idly at the door of Wanda’s room. Things had never been awkward between you and Pietro, you understood that he was being protective, but you always knew you were never going to hurt Wanda, she saved you from yourself.

“Hey Piet,” you spoke quietly as you shifted slightly to keep Wanda comfortable in your arms, doing your best not to wake her up but making sure you were sat in a way that Pietro knew he had your full attention.

“You really do love her, don’t you?”

“Of course. I hadn’t planned on us falling for each other, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to lose you, either of you.”

“You’ve changed, in a good way Y/N. You’re not that hothead who loses their temper, goes out drinking every night, screws around with random people.”

You sigh softly, internally grimacing at the mention of your old ways, oblivious to the redhead who is beginning to wake up to the sound of voices.

“I know, Wanda uh, she found me in the kitchen in a really bad way and helped me to bed, made sure I was okay. After that she kept an eye on me, made me sober up, I haven’t touched alcohol in nearly a year. She saved me, and the only thing I believe could even come close to a thank you is for me to love her and treat her the best way for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me.”

A wide smile spread across Pietro’s face when he heard your words of reaffirmation about the love you had for his sister and he nodded, both of your attention moving to Wanda who had slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Wanda, I just wanna say that I’m so sorry. You and Y/N, you’re perfect for each other and I had no right to make you feel like you had to hide. I hope you can both forgive me,” he apologised sincerely, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. “I’m gonna go now though, so before I do,” he quickly walked over to the two of you giving you both a tight hug and pressed a kiss to your heads. “I love you both, I’ll see you later.”

Neither of you even had the chance to reply before he darted from the room, the bedroom door slamming behind him. It was a massive relief now you both didn’t need to hide from Pietro, Wanda felt the same because she hated the fact she had to lie for her brother for so long. You relaxed when Wanda straddled your lap and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, her arms wrapped loosely around your neck as you pulled her closer, both of you pulling away when oxygen became an issue.

“I am never going to hide my love for you again, Wands. I’m so glad I can just kiss and cuddle you whenever I want to.”

“Neither am I baby, and I’m not gonna stop you from doing that,” Wanda teased and rested her head on your shoulder, “I love you.”

“Sharon, I really don’t know if this is a good idea, maybe I should just stay at home and we can celebrate once you come back,” you bargained nervously. Sharon frowned at your words and pouted taking a seat on your couch. “Come on Y/N, it’ll be fun, Vegas is always fun, it’s a fact,” she argued confidently.

This is how it always was. Your best friend Sharon was so confident and sure of herself that she was always able to explain and bargain to get what she wanted without fail. She was the kind of person who would catch everybody’s attention in a room full of various people without even trying, there was something about her confidence that you were always so envious of.

You, however, was a very shy and timid person. You didn’t tend to go out and socialise much and you always did your best to try and stay as a background character, having people’s attention on you was something that always made you uncomfortable.

“Y/N,” Sharon whined, breaking you out of your thoughts, she huffed grumpily once you looked at her, “It’s my birthday, I want my best friend at my birthday, pretty please with a cherry on top, will you just come with us to Vegas.” You sighed at your blonde friend, by ‘us’ she meant the Avengers, by the Avengers it meant a specific handful.

“Shaz, I honestly don’t think it’s a good idea. I mean, think of your Avenger friends compared to me. I’m literally just gonna be so boring, they’re all cool highly trained heroines and agents and I’m just,” you sighed frowning as you hesitated on how to finish the sentence, “me. I’m nothing special and I don’t want to ruin your birthday.” Sharon frowned at your words, she always hated how easy you found it to put yourself down when she thought you were fabulous.

“Y/N, just because you’re not an agent, or an Avenger, doesn’t mean you’re not one of my closest and most amazing friends,” she complimented, “being a teacher is fucking badass, I wouldn’t be able to deal with bratty kids all day.”

You laughed at her bluntness as you laid next to her on your couch, your head rested in her lap as you looked up at the ceiling.

Sharon smiled down at you before a knowing smirk spread across her face, “Besides, I know something that might just get you to change your mind and agree to come and have fun.”

You scoffed slightly knowing you can be pretty stubborn whenever you want to be. You raised your eyebrow at the overly confident blonde, “Go on then, what could possibly make me change my mind?” You challenged, your eyes narrowing playfully.

Sharon just smirked more, “Wanda Maximoff,” she stated.

Your breath hitched at the mention of her name, you had only met the brunette on a few occasions, for very short amounts of times before she had to be elsewhere, or you had become too embarrassed and flustered to carry on the conversation.

“Wanda Maximoff is coming with us to Vegas, she asked about you y’know, she asked if you specifically were going to be joining us,” Sharon admitted truthfully.

You looked into her eyes to see if there were any hints of deception or falseness in her words, but there wasn’t.

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought about the younger brunette and how she stood out the very first time you had ever met her, she was outstanding.

--

It was New Year’s Eve and Sharon had invited you as a plus one to one of Tony Stark’s famous parties. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You had heard a lot about her SHIELD and Avenger’s friends, even though you probably weren’t meant to, but Sharon trusted you.

The fact that the two of you had been best friend’s since you were children made it easier for her to know, and trust, that anything you heard would never be taken further than the walls they were spoken in, you had never betrayed Sharon's trust and you weren’t going to start then.

You had lost Sharon in the crowd of people, and you could feel your heartbeat quicken, you manoeuvred yourself through the crowd to get to the balcony and took a deep breath of fresh air as your body calmed down.

You looked from the balcony and smiled to yourself as you took in the beautiful sight of New York at night. The different lights bouncing off each other, the muffled noise of partygoers in Times Square as they waited for the New Year’s ball to drop. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the door behind you opening to reveal a gorgeous woman.

You gulped slightly as your gaze lingered on her, probably for a bit too long, her brunette hair had natural waves in it that made it sit comfortably where her collarbones were. Her toned slender legs on show because of the tight, forest green mini dress she was wearing that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly.

Even in the dark you could see the glimmer and sparkle of her emerald eyes, the lights from the city below you reflect off them. You swallowed thickly as your gaze travelled to her chest where you could see the valley of her full breasts. You redirected your eyes when you heard the woman clear her throat to break the silence.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise anybody else would be out here,” she confessed smiling lightly at you. You blinked slowly as you focused your gaze on her face, her plump pink lips pressed against each other as she waited for your reply, her prominent jawline being complimented by her chiselled cheekbones.

“Are you okay?” The mystery woman questioned, breaking you out of your thoughts, “Oh, yes. I um, hi? I’m uh, I’m a friend of Sharon’s, I came out here because I lost her, and I um, I started to get overwhelmed. I’ll go back inside if you’d like to stay out here alone, it’s not a problem,” you rambled nervously as her eyes bored into you.

She chuckled slightly, finding it adorable how you rambled so much because you were nervous. She shook her head ‘no’ smiling softly at you, “That’s not necessary, I think it’ll be nice to have some company if you don’t mind, friend of Sharon’s,” she teased, making you realise you hadn’t even told her your name. You smiled back at the woman who made her way over to you and stuck out her hand, “I’m Wanda, Wanda Maximoff. I guess you could say I’m also a friend of Sharon’s,” she parodied to your explanation of yourself earlier.

You felt your cheeks become warm as you shook her delicate, ring covered hand. “H-hi Wanda, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to put a face to a name,” you admitted shyly. ‘Especially one as beautiful as yours,’ you thought to yourself.

“What was that love?” Wanda questioned, making you freeze.

Did you say that out loud? Surely not. What you didn’t know is that your thoughts were extremely loud for the confident woman who stood before you. You remembered that Sharon had spoken about her often, how she is one of the younger members of the team but is still such an important asset to a lot of the missions they face.

“Ah, you’re the lovely Y/N I hear so much about. You’re a teacher, right?” You look at Wanda stunned at the fact that she very much knows who you are now that she has been able to put a name to you.

You nodded slowly and smiled, “Yep, that’s little old me. It’s nowhere near exciting as what I have heard about you,” you confided. Her eyebrow raised and your eyes widened at the confession, you cleared your throat, “Not that I know what the Avengers and SHIELD do, because I’m totally not allowed to know that stuff,” you panicked.

Wanda’s eyes shamelessly roamed your body, very much taking in your body language. She noticed how you were stood in a defensive stance, your arms crossed across your chest in an uncomfortable fashion, like you were ready to have to defend why you were here. She could feel that you were out of your depth, but you tried hiding it by wearing a glamourous red dress, which highlighted all your best assets in a hope of giving yourself a confidence boost.

“Well Y/N, I think you being a teacher is exciting in its own kind of way,” she expressed comfortably, “It’s like you’re somebody’s own superhero, your classes superhero. Besides, our jobs are similar in the fact that every day is uncertain, and you’ve always got to be ready.”

You looked at Wanda in awe, your heart clutched onto the words that fell from her pretty mouth, how she made you feel like you deserved the world, that you were always going to be better than you believed you would be. “Thank you, Wanda. That is honestly one of the nicest things anybody has ever said to me, not including Sharon of course” you revealed embarrassed.

She moved closer towards you, to the point that you could feel the heat radiating off her body, the heat clashing harshly with the cool breeze that circled you both.

You swallowed thickly, feeling strangely comfortable at the proximity you were in with a stranger. Her eyes flickered from yours, to your lips and back again. She leant closer to you, the smell of her perfume lingering in the air alongside the vodka you could taste on her breath, “Well sweetheart, I think you just haven’t found the right people to stay accompanied with just yet,” she whispered suggestively.

She smirked knowing she left you speechless and planted a soft kiss on your cheek, more towards your jawline, “It was lovely to meet you Y/N, maybe I’ll see you around,” she voiced with plenty of confidence.

You watched her hips sway as she walked back inside the tower, leaving you on the balcony with your thoughts spiralling. She was your new drug and she had you addicted.

--

Sharon snapped her fingers in front of your face startling you, “Earth to Y/N! I said, has that changed your mind? Knowing that the absolute love of your life is going to be there,” she teased playfully. You huffed as you removed yourself from the comfort of Sharon’s lap and tied your hair in a messy bun, “I never said she was the love of my life, in fact, I’ve never really said anything about her,” you muttered quietly.

Sharon scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I’m not blind Y/N. I can tell that you fancy the pants off her, it’s obvious whenever you see her. It’s quite cute, you’re honestly love drunk for that woman. So come on, just come to Vegas, you never know what might happen,” she hinted as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

You laughed throwing a pillow at your friends face, “Fine, I’ll come,” Sharon squealed at the acceptance and went to hug you but you put your hand out to stop her, “I’ll come if you get your mind out of the fucking gutter,” you joked smiling to which she just nodded quickly in agreement so you didn’t have the chance to change your mind.

You both settled back down as you watched movies for the remainder of the night. As occupied as you were, you couldn’t stop your mind from flickering back to memories of Wanda, you knew Sharon was right, but you were never going to admit how love drunk you were over somebody who was practically a stranger.

**

5:30AM. The time was ungodly, it was the morning of the trip to Vegas, and you could already feel the anxiety that bubbled in the pit of your stomach, it made you feel sick. You were going to be stuck in a metal death trap for nearly 6 hours. Luckily, Stark had let Sharon use one of his private jets so that it was more comfortable for everybody who was going. That, and the fact that it would just be awkward if the world’s mightiest heroes got recognised on a plane.

You sighed as you checked over your suitcase one last time and made sure you had everything. Clothes, both comfy and for going out? Check. Electricals’ chargers? Check. Toiletries? Check. 4 different choices of books for you to read? Check.

You zipped up your case once more before going down to wait for Sharon in the lobby of your apartment building, she had told you that she would pick you up, so you didn’t have to drive there yourself in such early hours of the morning. You knew that this was because she was used to being up at the crack of dawn every day, but you most definitely were not.

You yawned loudly and shivered at the cool air in the lobby, it wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm either, you pulled your sleeves over your hands and put your hood up onto your head and relaxed at the warmth it gave.

You had decided to wear a comfortable pair of grey sweatpants, with a white hoodie to keep you warm, your hair was in a messy bun, and you were pleased that you could wear your fluffy socks with the trainers you’d chosen. You heard a car horn and your head snapped up from your phone as you looked around, not actually seeing Sharon’s black BMW. You frowned to yourself as you looked back down at your phone, again being disturbed by a car horn.

You huffed in frustration as you lifted your head once more, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. You gasped slightly as the car window of a red Buick rolled down to reveal Wanda in the driver’s seat, your hands immediately became clammy, and your body tensed, “Hey sweetheart, Sharon sent me to pick you up, didn’t you get the message?” She questioned gently. Goddammit, Sharon, I know what game you’re playing.

You shook your head as you walked towards the car, “I-I’m sorry, I honestly had no idea or I wouldn’t have had you waiting, I’m so sorry Wanda,” you apologised quickly as she left the car and helped you with your bag. She smiled gently at you before taking your bag, her hand grazed yours, it was like little tingles spread across it and you involuntarily flinched your hand away from hers, if she had noticed, she chose not to say anything.

You blushed deeply when Wanda insisted on opening the passenger door for you before you climbed into her car, the aroma of her perfume hit you strongly, it was a nice mix of something floral mixed with vanilla, “So Y/N, I’m glad you decided to come, Sharon mentioned you were unsure about it at first, is it okay for me to ask why?” She pressed lightly.

You cleared your throat slightly and sat up straighter, you hadn’t realised that Sharon had spoken to her friends about your hesitation, now things will be awkward, “She only spoke to me about it because I was the one who specifically asked if you were coming,” she reassured gently.

Your eyes darted to your left as Wanda basically answered the question you had in your head, you gulped a little and picked at your nails, “I was nervous, I still am, you guys are pretty intimidating to someone like me,” you confessed timidly.

Wanda glanced at you for a small second, frowning at the fact you seemed so uncomfortable. She knew that the fact she answered the question in your head had intimidated you, “Y/N, how much do you know about me?”

You looked up from your hands you’d rested in your lap and towards Wanda, you’d just realised her hair was no longer brunette, but a gorgeous gingery-red kind of colour, she really suited it. “Your hair is nice,” you complimented smiling to which she raised her eyebrow, “That’s very sweet of you, but you’re question dodging, honey.”

You shuddered slightly at the pet name, that familiar coil making itself known in the pit of your stomach as you inhaled sharply. “I uh, I don’t know very much about you,” you admitted, still confused at the intentions of the question, “But I’d like to, if you’d let me.” She tapped her thumbs against the steering wheel as your drive through the streets of New York continued.

Wanda smiled once you insisted that you’d like to get to know her, she knew that she made you nervous, the truth was she wanted to know you too. “Well, my powers consist of many different things. Things such as energy manipulation, telekinesis, reality-warping, conjuration,” she listed confidently. You smiled listening to her, but the last thing she mentioned caught your attention, “Neuro what what?” you questioned confused.

Wanda laughed making your stomach churn, her laugh was beautiful, even though the laugh was directed to your confusion, you just smiled bashfully at the redhead. “Neuroelectric interfacing is the fancy way of saying, mind-reading or mind-control.”

You blinked slowly at the explanation, oh my god. That’s how she knew what was running through your mind at the party, now in the car, she’s been reading your thoughts, idiot. You’re an actual idiot.

Wanda could sense your nerves and she leant over and took a hold of your hand, again making you involuntarily flinch your hand away. Wanda immediately retreated her own and pursed her lips slightly, “I’m sorry Y/N. What I can say though is I haven’t ever purposefully gone through your thoughts, it’s just sometimes your thoughts happen to be really loud, and I can’t always block them out,” she stated truthfully.

You frowned and picked at your nails, “It tends to happen when you’re nervous or you’re panicking. I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she muttered sadly.

You shrugged slightly and then gave her a sad smile. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that; it just threw me off balance a little. I mainly think it’s because I don’t like the idea of me being in my own thoughts, never mind if somebody else is,” you explained a little more confidently.

Wanda nodded and rested her hand on the gearstick as she pulled up at a red light, you watched her at the red lights with a small smile on your face. Not that Wanda wasn’t extremely attractive anyway but, watching Wanda drive was, definitely, one of the sexiest things you’ve ever had the chance to witness, even when the both of you are just in comfy clothes, “Wands?”

Wanda smiled at the new nickname that you bestowed upon her, “Yeah honey?” She kept her eyes on the road but gently brushed her hand against your thigh whenever she used to gearstick.

You felt your cheeks go warm at another use of a pet name and the tender touches, so you cleared your throat, “W-what um, what have you heard from my thoughts, is it a lot?” You questioned nervously. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass yourself in front of her, especially considering there have been plenty of times you have practically drooled over her.

Wanda immediately shook her head, “No, it’s not a lot. There was a thought from the first time we met, at Stark’s party.”

You turned to look at her, pleasantly surprised by the fact that she must remember the first time you met as vividly as you do. It was hard for you to contain your excitement, but you did, as Wanda continued, “The only thing I heard from you was when you liked the fact you could put a face to a name, especially a face as beautiful as mine,” she quoted with a shit-eating grin on her face.

You groaned embarrassed and tried your best to hide your face in your hands but failed miserably, due to the fact Wanda had used her powers to keep your hands planted firmly in your lap as if you were handcuffed.

You swallowed thickly as the wetness in your underwear had begun to pool at the thought of Wanda being able to tie you up without actual restraints and have her way with you.

“Don’t shy away little dove, it was a really sweet thought of you to have,” she teased gently, “Besides, I can’t exactly deny the fact that I had my eyes fixated on you in the little red dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination.” Wanda chuckled slightly as she watched you sink into your seat as she turned into the compound.

You immediately sat back up as you looked out the window and took in the scenery around you. You had never been to the compound before, only the Avenger’s tower, it was gorgeous. The acres of forestry around the compound keeping it secluded was a beautiful change to the modernness of the big buildings of the main city.

Wanda watched as you looked at the compound in awe and smiled to herself knowing that she reacted the same the very first time she had come to what was her new home. Wanda left the car and grabbed your bag before opening your door and putting her hand out for you, you hesitated slightly but then smiled placing your hand in hers as you both walked towards the jet.

This was nice, this was really nice.

***

Nope. Never mind, this was horrible.

You had only been on the jet for an hour, and you felt sick to your stomach, you hadn’t moved from your seat the whole time that you were on the jet. One of the reasons being you were too scared to, the other reason being your seat was next to Wanda’s, so you didn’t want to move because her just being sat next to you was comforting.

You were jealous at the people around you were able to just get on with everything, not be panicked by flying. Whilst you, on the other hand, were worried the jet was going to implode at any second.

Your eyes darted around the jet as you focused on the people within; there was Natasha, Maria, Wanda, Sharon, Carol, and yourself. You looked out of the window fighting the urge of wanting to cry, you hated flying, you had ever since you were a child, but the other women were used to it, two of the 5 of them could fly for crying out loud.

Wanda’s eyes bored into you as she watched you stay curled up by the window towards the back of the jet. Sharon nudged Wanda gently making her jump at the sudden movement, “You’re staring Maximoff, it’s very obvious,” she stated teasingly, as Wanda just kept her eyes on you.

Wanda rolled her eyes at the statement, she couldn’t care less if she was caught staring at you, everything about you was admirable. “I was observing actually; I wish she could see what we see Sharon. I just want her to realise how amazing she is,” she complained as she finally turned her attention to Sharon who had a smirk plastered across her face.

“So why don’t you show her? She’s crazy about you y’know. If it wasn’t for you, I honestly don’t think she would have come on this trip, it was the mention of your name that swayed her decision,” she commented quickly.

Wanda turned her head to the blonde and scoffed slightly as she folded her arms across her chest, “Yeah, right,” Wanda muttered unconvinced.

Sharon huffed at the younger redhead, “Wanda, I’m being serious. The way she perked up when I mentioned your name and told her that you were coming? It was really sweet actually,” Sharon reminisced happily.

Wanda looked at you once more, sitting up straighter as soon as she saw a tear roll down your cheek. She frowned gently as you curled further into yourself, since you’d now opened your flood gates, Wanda’s heart wrenched at the sight, “Sharon? Is there something you might have forgotten?” Wanda questioned quickly. Sharon shook her head confused and frowned when Wanda discretely pointed to you.

Sharon gasped loudly and covered her mouth, “Oh my god, Y/N hates flying. I didn’t even think, she’s hated flying ever since we were kids, I can’t believe I forgot,” she whispered upset.

Wanda shook her head and stopped Sharon standing up and sent her a gentle smile, “It’s okay, I’ve got it.”

As much as Sharon did feel bad that she forgot your fear, she smirked to herself as the redhead walked over to you to give you some company. You were, both, love drunk for each other, but neither of you would admit it.

You felt movement beside you, so you turned your head, quickly wiping your eyes, and saw Wanda, “Oh, Wands, hi,” you smiled gently, blatantly ignoring that you were just crying.

Wanda just raised an eyebrow as she grabbed the closest blanket and wrapped it around you both without saying a word. Your body relaxed from the sudden warmth of the blanket and the fact Wanda was sat so unbelievably close to you, you could pretty much merge into her side.

Wanda lifted her hand to your face and wiped away a few stray tears, “Not a fan of flying then?” she queried sincerely. You chewed your lip slightly, suddenly feeling embarrassed at what you deemed is an irrational fear, but you still nodded.

Wanda smiled at the fact you’re comfortable with her to admit it scares you, even if she can still feel some nervousness radiating from you.

You jumped slightly when you felt her strong arms wrap around you as she pulled you onto her lap, “Try and get some sleep, I’ll protect you,” she whispered softly, moving loose strands of hair from out of your face.

You nodded slightly as you nuzzled yourself further into Wanda’s warmth, your head lying in the crook of her neck as your hand fisted her shirt. She smiled down at you getting comfortable herself whilst she tickled the bottom of your back sending you straight to sleep, her following the action not much later.

Sharon turned her attention to the two of you and smiled taking a few pictures of you wrapped up in each other’s arms. She was glad her plan was working; it was becoming tiring that she knew you two adored each other but neither of you would make the first move.

So, Sharon did what she does best and got the ball rolling on behalf of you both.

***

You had been in Las Vegas for a few days now, you and Wanda had been inseparable. You found out that everyone was roomed in duos, so everybody always had a ‘buddy’ if the group of you went out anywhere. You weren’t surprised at the fact that Sharon had roomed you and Wanda together.

When you found out you looked straight at Sharon who had the biggest, cheekiest grin on her face. You wished you could be mad at her to put you in the position you were in, but you couldn’t help but love her more for the fact she was obviously helping you with your crush.

You groaned loudly hearing Wanda’s alarm and shoved your face further into your pillows. This must be the fourth time you’ve heard it this morning, Wanda was such an early bird that it hurt your soul. You just wanted to have a lie-in and be lazy but no, the redhead had things planned for the both of you all day, every day, that’s if you weren’t already doing things as a group.

You hit your hand against the bedside a few times doing your best to find the source of the noise so that you could turn the darn thing off. “Come on lazy, get your ass out of bed before I drag it out,” you heard Wanda threaten.

You scoffed slightly as you wrapped yourself tighter in the covers and whined, “Wands pleaseee just let me stay in bed a little bit longer, just a bit,” you pleaded as you moved a pillow so you could look at her.

Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw Wanda stood in nothing but a short towel, her body glistening from the water of her shower as her wet hair sprawled across her shoulders, “Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.

Yes, you and Wanda had been sharing a room for a few days now, but you usually had at least a warning or enough time to look away and ensure you didn’t stare at the woman when she came out from the shower or was getting changed.

Wanda smirked as she walked closer to the bed before kneeling next to you, the towel nearly becoming undone. You gulped hard as she gently dragged her finger across your jaw, before she gripped your chin tightly, between her finger and thumb, forcing you to look at her and moved her face closer to yours, “I really do think you should get up honey, there’s a lot we can be doing today, and I’d like it if you accompanied me.”

You could taste the mint from her toothpaste on her breath, the aroma of her shampoo becoming heavy, you nodded submissively as she moved away and walked over to the wardrobe you were sharing.

You propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched her pull out one of your oversized button-up shirts and a pair of her jeans, alongside some underwear.

You diverted your eyes as she got changed, glancing out the corner of your eye every so often. Your stomach tightened as you saw her toned legs being complimented at how plump her ass is. You felt like such a sleaze for glancing, but you couldn’t help yourself, “I can feel you staring at my ass Y/N.”

You blushed profusely at her words before turning your back to her and facing the wall in front of you. There had been a few things that had happened between you and Wanda over the last few days that were questionable.

The fact that you both were inseparable was expected, but what wasn’t expected was the constant flirting, the longing glances, and the constant touching. The two of you were always holding hands or cuddled up into each other, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other girls, neither had the small and intimate dates the two of you had snuck off to do.

From the very first day the two of you have shared a bed, both relaxed at the comfort and closeness of each other. The way your bodies moulded together as if they were made for each other, Wanda’s arms wrapped tightly around you as you rested your head in the crook of her neck, your legs tangled together. You hadn’t slept as well as you have these last couple of nights in a long time and it was all because of Wanda. If anybody didn’t know you, you were sure that they’d have thought you were a couple.

You jumped slightly when the bed dipped behind you and Wanda’s hands found themselves on your shoulders, applying a little bit of pressure. You bit your lip hard to stifle a moan that threatened to fall from your mouth at the contact, Wanda’s head getting ever closer to yours, her lips beside your ear, “You think I haven’t heard your thoughts about me, they’re growing louder each day sugar, but I still don’t see you doing anything about it,” she taunted. Y

ou took a deep breath as you glanced at her hands on your shoulders, newfound confidence coming over you. A surprised yelp left Wanda’s mouth as you quickly turned, grabbed her wrists, and then pinned her down onto the bed and hovered above her, both of your chests heaving.

Your shirt that she wore barely buttoned up halfway so you could see her chest, “Well Maximoff, I’ve not seen you make any moves either. Even with all the knowledge that you seem to have,” you stated cockily.

Your eyes roamed her body as she laid underneath you until they connected with hers, her eyes now darkened with lust. She tried to buck her hips to gain some kind of friction and pressure, but you just growled slightly and pinned them back down, “Behave yourself.”

Wanda bit her lip hard as she stared up at you, your nervous demeanour replaced by a much more confident and dominating one. “Well Y/N, you have me right where you want me, so what are you gonna do about it?” She challenged.

You took a shaky breath when her hands travelled up your body and towards your neck before she pulled you closer, “Kiss me,” she purred, her fingernails digging into the back of your neck, “I want you to kiss me,” she demanded once more.

You bit your lip hard as you kept Wanda pinned underneath you, “Are you sure this is what you want? There’s no going back,” you stated gently.

Wanda blinked slowly, shocked at the fact you’re giving her a chance to back out. The truth is, she’d waited long enough, she wanted you and wanted you now. “This is what I want, you are what I want. Now just kiss me, please,” she begged as she looked up into your eyes.

You couldn’t help but smirk when you saw how her body was begging you to touch her, her eyes pleading you to take her, she wanted to give you her everything.

You leant down and finally connected your lips to Wanda’s, her hands moving to your head as she tangled her fingers in your hair pulling you as close to her as humanly possible. You couldn’t help but moan into her mouth, the softness of her lips, the desperation of the kiss and the taste of her strawberry chapstick danced on the edge of your tongue.

Wanda whimpered as you forced your thigh between her legs, opening the shirt that barely covered her, you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth as she tugged the roots of your hair. Your tongues battled for dominance, and you pressed your thigh harder against her dripping core and immediately got the upper hand. Wanda whined as you pulled away and looked up at you with her glimmering emerald eyes whilst you smiled down at her.

You grabbed the shirt from her and discarded it properly onto the floor, your eyes roamed her now bare body. She chewed her lip nervously as you stayed silent and let your hands caress her sides before you moved them to her breasts kneading them, “You’re so beautiful Wanda,” you muttered quietly as you moved your mouth to her neck. You kissed and sucked on her delicate skin before leaving a deep bruise on her sweet spot you found when an animalistic moan left her mouth.

“Y/N, please,” she begged desperately as you massaged her hardened buds in between your thumbs and index fingers. Wanda watched as you fixated your attention on her breasts as you began kissing and sucking on the smooth skin, her nipples still being teased by the gentleness of your fingers.

“Y/N,” she tried again, but this time she bucked her hips up to get the friction she craved from your thigh. She gasped at the sudden sensation before repeating her action, desperate breathy moans falling from her kiss-swollen lips.

The sudden slickness on your thigh grabbed your attention as Wanda was still grinding against it, her breaths were quicker and more ragged as she chased her own high.

You moaned at the sight of her using your thigh to get herself off, the way her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as she got the friction she begged for. Wanda let out an agitated gasp as you pulled your thigh away, “Y/N?! What the fuck?!”

You chuckled as you pulled her off the bed, sitting yourself on the edge before you pulled her back down onto your thigh, receiving a loud moan in acceptance of the action.

You moved her hair out of the way so you could get access to her neck, “Well go on princess, use daddy’s thigh to cum, my pretty girl,” you praised.

Wanda whimpered when you called her a good girl, your smirk ever growing. You used one hand to grip Wanda’s hip and guide her across your thigh as she rocked her hips in a steady rhythm, small pants leaving her mouth. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl baby, you like the feeling of daddy’s thigh against your cunt?” You teased maliciously as you moved your free hand to her throat applying pressure, a gasp getting stuck in the back of her throat.

“Yes! It feels so good daddy, you know how to make me feel so good,” she whimpered as she sped up her actions. Wanda covered her mouth to stifle a moan as she threw her head back in pleasure.

You growled as you ripped her hand away from her mouth, before lightly slapping her cheek, “I don’t think so sweetheart, I want to hear you. I want to hear those filthy moans come from that pretty little whore mouth of yours,” you demanded.

Wanda nodded and obeyed your command, the room soon being full of desperate whimpers and loud moans as she got closer to her high, "You make me feel so good daddy, so fucking good," she praised whilst the added stimulation from your thumb suddenly being pressed onto her clit sent her into a shuddering mess.

“Oh fuck!” She cried loudly as her thighs tightened around your own, her hips bucked forward as she came undone on your thigh. You moaned at the sight of her crumbling in front of you, that her whole body trembled as she rode out her high.

You stroked your fingers through Wanda’s hair as she rested her head on your shoulder, still whimpering from the intenseness of her high, “Well done honey, you did so good.” You felt her nod against your shoulder, a surprised shout leaving her mouth as you flipped the two of you over, so she was underneath you yet again.

“I’m gonna clean up your mess sweetheart, make you feel good,” you promised as you kissed your way down her body, pausing at her chest to wrap your mouth around one of her sensitive buds. Wanda moaned loudly as she arched her back to bring you closer, you hummed in appreciation around her nipple as your tongue flicked over it. Wanda’s moans grew louder to the point that anyone walking by would hear the sinful sounds that reacted to your actions. You let your hand travel down her body, your nails lightly scratched her skin as you went, and you stopped when you reached where she needed you most.

Wanda’s hips bucked up as you slid your digits through her folds, moaning at the wetness that coated your fingers, “You’re so wet baby, all for me,” you muttered adoringly. Wanda nodded as she grabbed the back of your head pulling you down and smashed your lips together as she ground against your fingers that teased your entrance, “It’s all for you, fuck me, please. I need your fingers inside me daddy,” she mewled against your lips. You nodded enthusiastically as you plunged 2 digits into her tight core, her walls immediately clenching around your fingers.

“Oh, fuck yes! That feels so fucking good,” she praised as she scratched her nails down your back, leaving prominent red marks, you winced at the pain but were immediately overcome by pleasure when Wanda’s lips attached to your neck. You thrusted into her at a rough but steady rhythm as various Sokovian slurs tumbled from her mouth. You watched as Wanda started to writhe under your grip, her thrusts into your hand becoming sloppy, you knew she was close.

You pulled away from the hold she had on you, grabbing her thighs to drag her to the edge of the bed as you knelt down and settled your head between her thighs and you pressed your tongue flat against her clit. Wanda’s moans reverberated around the room as you lapped eagerly at her bundle of nerves whilst her fingers twisted themselves in your hair. Your moans were muffled as you gripped her thighs bringing her closer to your mouth, “Y/N I-I’m gonna cum, oh god,” she gasped.

You immediately stopped your actions and looked up at Wanda as you questioned her last statement, “Who? I don’t think that’s me baby.”

Wanda immediately corrected herself so you would continue working magic with your tongue, “Daddy, fuck. I swear, I’m sorry, please can I cum? I’ll be a good girl,” she pleaded desperately as she bucked her hips back up towards your face.

You stalled slightly, just so you could tease her, and then hummed in agreement as you went back in between her legs. The moans coming from her mouth were sinful and it drove you closer to your own high.

“Cum for daddy baby, I’m close too, you’re such a good girl,” you grunted lowly. Wanda nodded as she held your hand tightly, a few more laps at her clit and your praise was all it took to push Wanda over the edge.

The sounds of her own moans pushing you to reach your own high, you knew her moans were your new favourite sound, and you’d never get enough of them. You pulled yourself away from the younger woman’s body as she panted heavily on the bed as she tried to let herself calm down.

Wanda whined pathetically when you left her to go into the bathroom but smiled at you when you came back out with a damp cloth, then held her gently as you cleaned her up. Wanda relaxed into your body as you finished cleaning her up, before you rocked her slightly and began whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” you questioned quietly as the redhead didn’t make any attempt to move from your arms. You felt her nod against your chest before a yawn vibrated against your chest.

You sat up slightly as you placed one of your arms under the crook of her legs and then your other arm secured itself around her waist as you carried her to the fresh bed across the room and laid her down gently.

“You’re stronger than you seem,” Wanda muttered hazily as she did her best to fight off her need for sleep. You chuckled gently at her words as you stripped yourself bare and laid next to her, Wanda immediately moving to rest her head in the crook of your neck and draped her arm across your bare chest. You could feel the gentle tickle of her eyelashes on your neck as she blinked, “Y/N?” she questioned nervously.

You looked down at her as you tickled the bottom of her back, “Yes, princess?” You replied softly. Wanda frowned as she traced patterns on your bare chest, her nails ever so lightly scratching your skin on your collarbone where she had left her possessive marks. The silence from the redhead didn’t go unnoticed as you lifted her head to connect both your gazes, “What’s wrong?”

Wanda chewed her lip, “This isn’t just a one-time thing, is it? It’s not like a, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas thing is it?” she interrogated, her insecurities laced within the tone of her voice. You immediately shook your head as you took her face into the comfort of your hands and pressed your foreheads together.

“I promise you, that wasn’t a one-time thing. If you’ll have me, I’d very much like to stick around and be your person, you make me happy, and I adore you. I’m very much falling for you Wanda Maximoff and I want you there to catch me,” you insisted strongly.

Wanda smiled at your words and pressed her lips to yours in a gentle kiss as she relaxed further into your loving embrace, “I want you to catch me too,” she admitted longingly.

Sometimes, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas and this time you were both grateful for it.

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