The Handyman
Pairing: younger!Wanda x G!P Reader
Summary: You are a handyman to Wanda's family, an older friend. She has a crush on you but you're older than her.
Warnings:age-gap!, fingering!(Wanda receiving), perv! reader
A/N: my first smut. let me know how I did.
Wanda was the definition of innocent.
At just seventeen years old, she still found herself stumbling over her own words whenever she got nervous, apologizing for things that weren't even her fault, and blushing over the smallest bit of attention. She had the kind of heart that saw the good in everyone, even when they didn't deserve it.
Unfortunately for her, she'd develop an undeniable crush on you.
It certainly didn't help that you knew.
Whenever you'd stopped by her family's house, you'd tease her without much thought-a playful joke here, a sarcastic comment there. Nothing you considered serious, but to Wanda, every smile, every laugh, every passing conversation was enough to make her heart race. She'd spend the rest of the day replaying those moments in her head, wondering if maybe they meant more than they actually did.
You were a familiar face around the neighborhood, always willing to lend a hand when something broke. Whether it was replacing a loose fence post, fixing a leaky faucet, or repairing a faulty light fixture, Wanda's family knew they could count on you.
Her mother had long since given up trying to pay you with money. Instead, she'd insist on sending you home with a paper plate filled with homemade food, claiming nobody should work on an empty stomach. You'd laugh, thank her, and accept it every single time.
Today was no different.
Well... almost.
Their kitchen sink had backed up overnight, leaving the pipes completely clogged. After a quick phone call from Wanda's mother, you showed up with your toolbox and got straight to work.
Now you were lying on the kitchen floor with your upper body tucked beneath the sink. A fitted black tank top clung to your frame, already speckled with dust from crawling beneath the cabinet, while a pair of sweatpants completed the look of someone far more interested in getting the job done.
Wanda lingered a few feet away, pretending to tidy the kitchen while stealing quick, embarrassed glances in your direction whenever she thought you weren't looking. Every time you shifted beneath the sink or reached for another tool, she'd immediately look away, praying you hadn't caught her staring.
She'd never even been kissed before.
Just standing in the same room as you was enough to make her stomach twist itself into knots.
The silence stretched on, broken only by the occasional clink of metal against metal and the steady drip of water from the exposed pipe.
Wanda fidgeted with the hem of her oversized T-shirt, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to say something-anything-to keep the silence from swallowing her whole. Even if it was just a simple conversation.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she finally managed to speak. "Do... do you need anything?" Her voice came out in a tiny squeak, barely louder than the sound of the wrench turning beneath the sink.
You slid out from under the sink, knees bending and their eyes met for the first time in the sudden quiet. Her gaze steady, a half-smile already forming at the corner of her mouth, while Wanda's face flooded with heat that raced down her throat and settled low in her belly. She clutched the edge of the counter, pulse thudding so loudly she was certain you could hear it.
"What?" You asked, wiping your hands with a towel, staring at the fidgeting girl. "I was asking if you need anything." She stammered out, blushing furiously at nothing. "Nah..I'm good." You told her. "Are you sure? I... I could hold the light for you," she managed , voice barely above a whisper, the offer tumbling out before she could swallow it back. "If you need an extra hand, I mean. Or... or anything."
Your grin widened, slow and teasing, as you wiped your palms on your jeans. "Careful, Wanda. Offer a girl like me help and she might just take you up on it." Her eyes flicked over her flushed cheeks, lingering a beat too long on the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the sundress, and the air between them thickened, charged with something neither had named yet. She leaned on one hip against the counter, close enough that Wanda caught the clean scent of her soap mixed with faint metallic tang of tools. Her fingers tightened on the wood, every nerve suddenly aware of how small the kitchen felt, how the space narrowed to the heat of your gaze and the upspent tension coiling tighter in the silence that followed your words.
You step closer, your broad frame casting a shadow that swallowed the lingering sunlight across the counter. Wanda's breath caught as your fingers brushed hers where they gripped the wood , the callused warmth sending a jolt straight through her core. The air thickened with the scent of his skin and the faint metallic bite of tools, her sundress suddenly feeling too sheer against the tightening peaks of her nipples, the soft ache blooming low between her thighs where no one had touched before.
"You're shaking," you murmured, voice roughened with something that made her pulse race harder. Your thumb traced the back of her hand, slow and deliberate, while his other hand lifted to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, the graze of your knuckles lingering along Wanda's flushed jaw. She tilted her face up without meaning to, lips parting on a shaky exhale, the innocent curve of her body leaning into the heat radiating from your chest. Alex's eyes darkened as they dropped to her mouth, you hand sliding down to rest at the narrow dip of her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the thin cotton.
The space between them vanished as you leaned in, breath warm and minty against her lips, the hard line of your body pressing just close enough for her to feel the growing ridge of your cock against her hip. Her finger curled into your shirt, heart hammering with a mix of fear and desperate want. You closed the distance between you two and kissed her lips with hunger and need.
Wanda moans into the kiss giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue in her mouth. Your tongues fought as you backed her up against the counter. She feels your hand slipping down her body, her heart hammers in her chest. Your hand disappears under her dress, she feels your fingers near her wet core. Your thumb presses against it making her gasp sharply in the kiss. Your thumb moved in a circular motion causing her to whimper.
"Please," she begged, her legs almost giving out on her. You smirked and chuckled softly, "Eager, aren't we?" Your thumb presses harder against her core, teasing her. "Please, I need..." her begging stops as you kissed her neck, littering her neck with soft kisses. "You need what?" You asked her, "... You. Your fingers. I need it..please.." She begs, she never felt this overwhelming feeling ever and it was terrifying, yet exciting.
You messed with the fabric of her panties before you pulled them to the side and let your middle finger slide up her folds, feeling how wet she was. "This all for me? hm?" You whispered against her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under your lips. She blushed profoundly at your words, but couldn't say anything because she was too focused on what you were doing under her dress.
You start moving your finger in a circular motion, moving against her slick folds. And then two fingers glide through your folds, making her moan ridiculously loud at the way your fingers move against her core.
Wanda grasps your forearm.
Your fingers moved with ease and slowness, circling Wanda's clit painfully slow. Then, slipping your fingers inside of her, stretching open her tight pussy. She bit her lower lip to stop any more of those embarrassing noises that were coming out of her mouth.
"Look at you..trembling in my arms." You teased her , watching her knees buckling. "Please..." she whimpers, gripping your arm tightly as she buries her head in your chest. Your fingers speeding up the pace making her feel overwhelmed, hot, and sensitive. Juices started coming down her shaky legs.
"This all you wanted, huh?" your fingers not stopping or slowing any time soon as your fingers are now moved with ease in and out of her hole. Her stomach tightens as pressure grows hotter and hotter.
"You gonna cum for me?" her moans started to get desperate and her legs started to shake. "Let it out, baby. Cum for me."
Her orgasm crashes over her, biting your shoulder to muffle her scream. Her fingers clenched around your fingers as she shook. Her knees buckled and before she could fall on the floor, you caught her, holding her waist. Your finger still moved but slower now, letting her catch her breath. Her body limped against you as your fingers came to a stop but still buried deep inside you.
You waited until her breathing came back to normal before pulling out of her clenching hole. She whimpers at the loss of contact, her head still buried in your chest. Without saying anything, you slipped a hand into her hair, softly combing through it with your fingers. "It's okay. Take your time."
