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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
A.N: an unrealistic ending to a story that’s true for many. This one I’ve been meaning to write for a while; it felt like a hug 🫂
You don’t like loud classrooms.
They make your chest feel tight, like the air is too thick to breathe properly.
The other kids don’t seem to notice the chatter, the scraping chairs, or the laughter that comes too easily.
You sit at your desk near the window, fingers curled around the edge, eyes fixed on the trees outside.
It’s easier that way.
“Y/N?”
Your shoulders tense.
You know that voice.
Soft.
Careful.
Like it doesn’t want to scare you.
You turn your head just a little. Your teacher, Ms. Maximoff, is kneeling beside your desk now.
Her red hair falls forward slightly as she tilts her head, studying you with gentle concern.
“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” she says. “Is everything okay?”
You nod immediately.
Her expression doesn’t change much, but something in her eyes softens even more, like she doesn’t believe you, but she won’t push. Not yet, at least.
“That’s alright,” she murmurs. “If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here.”
You look back at the window, not wanting to continue the conversation.
Wanda notices patterns. It’s something she’s always been good at. Like, small shifts, quiet changes, the things other people overlook.
It’s part of what makes her such a good teacher.
And you… You don’t fit.
Not in the way the other children do. You don’t laugh loudly. You don’t raise your hand. You flinch when someone moves too fast near you. You freeze when voices get too sharp.
And sometimes—this is what unsettles her the most—you look tired.
Not sleepy.
Tired.
That deep, bone-heavy kind of tired no child should carry.
She tries again a few days later.
“Y/N,” she says gently after class, when the other students have left.
You pause at the door, your small backpack hanging off one shoulder.
“Can you stay for a moment?”
You hesitate.
Then nod.
You step closer, but you don’t meet her eyes.
Wanda keeps her voice soft. “I just wanted to check in. I’ve noticed you’ve been a little… quiet lately.”
Silence.
Your fingers tighten around your sleeve.
“You know,” she continues, “sometimes when something is bothering us, it can help to talk about it. Even a little.”
You shake your head.
Still not looking at her.
“I’m okay,” you whisper.
The words sound practiced.
Rehearsed.
Wanda feels her chest tighten.
“Alright,” she says, just as gently. “You can go.”
You leave quickly.
Too quickly.
-///-
That night, Wanda doesn’t stop thinking about you.
Her wife, Natasha, notices.
She always does, too.
“You’re doing that thing again,” Natasha says from the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug in her hand.
Wanda looks up from the couch. “What thing?”
“The ‘I’m worried but trying not to say it out loud’ thing.”
Wanda exhales softly, rubbing her hands together. “There’s a student in my class.”
Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Only one?”
Wanda almost smiles, patting the seat next to her.
“She’s… different. Quiet. Withdrawn. But it’s more than that.” She hesitates, meeting Natasha’s eyes as she moves towards the couch. “She flinches. A lot. And she looks… exhausted.”
She sits down next to Wanda, knees touching her thigh as she tucks her legs underneath herself.
“How old?”
“Six.”
Natasha sets her mug down.
“Has she said anything?”
Wanda shakes her head. “Every time I ask, she shuts down. It’s like she’s… afraid of saying the wrong thing.”
That’s what does it.
Natasha straightens slightly, something cold and precise settling behind her eyes.
“Tomorrow,” she says, “I’m coming with you.”
Wanda blinks. “Nat—”
"Wands, I work in children's welfare. What you said is reason enough for me to look into it,” Natasha says calmly. “And if something’s wrong…” She trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish.
Wanda nods.
She trusts her.
Always has.
-///-
The next day, you notice her immediately.
She doesn’t belong in a classroom.
Not like Ms. Maximoff does.
This woman is… different.
She stands near the doorway at first, speaking quietly with your teacher.
She’s dressed simply, but there’s something about the way she holds herself, straight, alert, like she’s always watching.
Her eyes scan the room.
And then they land on you.
You look away quickly.
But it’s too late.
She’s already noticed.
Natasha takes her time.
She doesn’t approach you right away.
Instead, she observes.
The way you sit too stiff in your chair. The way your gaze flickers toward the door every few minutes. The way you hesitate before answering even the simplest question.
And then—
A boy runs past your desk too fast, and a chair scrapes loudly.
You flinch.
Not a small reaction.
Not subtle.
A full-body recoil, like you were expecting something worse.
Natasha’s jaw tightens.
Yeah.
Something’s wrong.
Later, during lunch break, Wanda sits beside you on the bench.
Natasha lingers a few steps away, pretending to check something on her phone.
“You remember my wife, Ms. Romanoff?” Wanda asks gently.
You nod.
“She works with children, too,” Wanda continues. “She just wants to make sure everyone is safe and happy.”
Safe.
The word makes your stomach twist.
Natasha steps closer, crouching down so she’s at your level.
Her voice is calm and steady.
“Hi, Y/N. I’m Natasha.”
You don’t answer.
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”
You glance at her.
Just for a second.
Her eyes are different from everyone else’s.
They’re not soft like Wanda’s.
But they’re not harsh either.
They’re… certain.
As if she already knows something.
“Can I ask you something?” she says.
You hesitate.
Then shrug slightly.
It’s not quite a yes.
But it’s not a no.
Natasha nods once, like that’s enough.
“Do you feel safe at home?”
Your heart stops.
The world goes very, very quiet.
You stare at the ground.
You don’t respond.
You can’t.
Because if you say the wrong thing—
If you say anything—
Your fingers curl tightly into your sleeves.
Natasha watches the silence stretch.
The way your shoulders tense.
The way your breathing changes.
And that’s all she needs.
She doesn’t ask again.
Instead, her voice softens—just slightly.
“You’re not in trouble,” she says. “And whatever is going on… it’s not your fault.”
Your throat tightens.
You blink hard.
Still, you say nothing.
But Natasha doesn’t push.
She stands slowly, exchanging a look with Wanda.
A silent understanding passes between them.
This isn’t nothing.
This is something.
And they’re not going to ignore it.
-///-
That afternoon, as you sit by the window again, the classroom feels a little different.
Not louder.
Not quieter.
Just… different.
Because now, someone has seen you.
Even if you didn’t say a word.
And for the first time in a long while, you’re not completely invisible anymore.
The man introduces himself as Steve.
He doesn’t stand over you like most adults do when they want something. Instead, he pulls a chair out slowly and turns it so he’s sitting across from you—not too close, not too far.
Just enough that you know he’s there, but not enough to make you feel trapped.
“Hi,” he says, offering a small, careful smile. “I’m Steve.”
You don’t answer.
You keep your eyes on the desk, tracing a faint scratch in the wood with your fingertip. You’ve already counted it before—three fingers long, slightly curved—but counting it again feels easier than looking up.
“That’s okay,” Steve says gently, like he expected the silence. “You don’t have to say anything right away.”
The room is quiet. Too quiet.
Outside the classroom, you can hear the distant noise of other students—chairs moving, someone laughing, a teacher calling out instructions. It feels far away. Like it belongs to a different world.
“I heard you like sitting by the window,” Steve continues after a moment.
Your finger stills.
He notices things.
You don’t like that.
“It’s a good spot,” he adds. “Lots of light. And you can see outside.”
You don’t respond.
But you don’t move away either.
Steve shifts slightly in his chair, resting his forearms on his knees. He doesn’t take out a notebook. Doesn’t write anything down.
He just… sits.
“I work with kids sometimes,” he says. “Mostly I just make sure they’re okay.”
Okay.
You swallow.
“I talk to teachers. Sometimes parents. Sometimes kids, if they want to.” He pauses. “But only if they want to.”
Silence stretches again.
Your shoulders feel tight.
Your chest feels tight.
“Do you feel safe at home?”
There it is.
The question.
It drops into the room like something heavy.
Your heart starts beating faster. You can feel it in your throat, in your ears, and in your fingertips.
You nod.
Too fast.
Too automatic.
Steve doesn’t react right away.
He just watches you.
Not in a scary way.
Not like he’s angry.
But like he’s… thinking.
Like he’s trying to understand something you didn’t say.
“Okay,” he says finally.
That’s it.
No follow-up.
No pressure.
But somehow that makes it worse.
-///-
He comes to your house two days later.
You know it’s him before anyone says his name.
There’s something about the knock, firm but not aggressive.
Steady.
Your stomach twists so hard it almost hurts.
“Stay in your room,” your parent says sharply, already moving toward the door.
You don’t argue.
You never argue.
You close your door quietly and sit on the floor, your back pressed against the side of your bed. It feels safer down here. Smaller. Like, if you make yourself small enough, you won’t be noticed.
Voices drift through the house.
Muffled at first.
Then clearer.
“…just a routine check…”
“…she’s a quiet child…”
“…always been sensitive…”
You pull your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them, pressing your face down.
You try to make yourself even smaller.
“…we would never…”
“…of course, we understand your concern…”
Their voices sound normal.
You know that tone.
You’ve heard it before.
It’s the voice they use for other people.
Not for you.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
If you don’t move, if you don’t make a sound, maybe he won’t come up here.
Maybe he’ll just leave.
Maybe everything will stay the same.
You don’t know if that’s what you want.
But it’s what you’re used to.
After a while, the voices fade.
The door opens.
Closes.
Footsteps.
Silence.
He’s gone.
Nothing changes.
At first.
Then everything does.
You don’t go to school the next day.
Or the day after that.
At first, you think you’re sick without knowing you were.
Or maybe in trouble.
You don’t ask.
You’ve learned not to ask.
“There’s no need,” your parent says when you linger near the door on the third morning, your backpack hanging loosely from your shoulder. “You’ll stay home for a while.”
“For how long?” you whisper.
They look at you.
Just look.
Your throat closes.
“…okay,” you say quickly.
Your backpack stays by the door.
You go back to your room.
-///-
Days blur together.
You lose track of time.
Morning feels like evening. Evening feels like nothing.
The window doesn’t help anymore.
You stop looking outside.
There’s no point.
No one is coming.
-///-
Wanda notices on the first day.
The empty chair.
Your chair.
She pauses in the middle of attendance, her eyes lingering just a second longer than they should.
“Y/N?” she calls out automatically.
Silence answers.
A student shifts in their seat.
“She’s not here,” someone says.
Wanda nods slowly, marking it down.
Absent.
It happens.
Kids get sick.
But something about it doesn’t sit right.
On the second day, she asks the office.
“No call or note,” they tell her.
Her concern sharpens.
On the third day, she calls.
No answer.
By the fourth day, she’s pacing.
“You’re wearing a path into the floor,” Natasha says from the kitchen, watching her with quiet focus.
Wanda doesn’t stop. “She hasn’t been in school all week.”
Natasha sets her mug down. “Did the office hear anything?”
“No. No call. No email. Nothing.” Wanda runs a hand through her hair, frustration and worry tangled together. “That’s not normal.”
“No,” Natasha agrees. “It’s not.”
Wanda turns to her. “What if something happened?”
Natasha doesn’t answer right away.
Because they’re both thinking the same thing.
“What if we missed something?” Wanda whispers.
Natasha’s gaze softens slightly. “You didn’t miss anything.”
“But she wouldn’t talk to me,” Wanda says, her voice tightening. “She wouldn’t talk to Steve either, and now she’s just—gone.”
Natasha straightens. “Then we go find her.”
Wanda blinks. “Nat—”
“I mean it,” Natasha says. “This doesn’t feel right. Not after what we saw.”
Wanda hesitates.
Then nods.
“I’m going there,” she says.
Natasha doesn’t argue.
“I’m coming with you.”
The house looks normal.
That’s the first thing Wanda notices, and it makes something deep in her chest twist uncomfortably.
The curtains are neat. The garden is trimmed. The front step is clean.
Everything looks… fine.
Too fine.
“She lives here,” Wanda says quietly.
Natasha stands beside her, eyes already scanning windows, corners, and small details most people would miss.
“Okay,” she replies.
Wanda steps forward and knocks.
The sound echoes too loudly in the still air.
They wait.
Nothing.
Wanda knocks again, harder this time. “Y/N? It’s Ms. Maximoff.”
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congrats on 2k! if you can, i'd love a wanda maximoff x romanoff!reader! based on the prompt "all that we are is all that we'll ever be because he's the one waiting at home." - smoke slow, joshua bassett
maybe reader and wanda had a secret relationship going on, but wanda is dating natasha right now. just super angsty, maybe with a happy ending or not, it's up to you!
thank you! and congrats again!
smoke slow [wanda maximoff]
summary: a college au; you and wanda started breaking away from the crowd and it started innocently, until it wasn't. the biggest problem, she's dating your older sister.
warnings: a few curse words, mentions of smut, angst, smoking, mentions of death, mentions of addictions
pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x sister!reader, yelena belova x sister!reader
*not my gif*
The night was alive. The air was so thick and smokey. The music thrummed straight through the bodies surrounding you and into your eardrums. It mixed with a variety of conversations, half of them were high-induced philosophies and theories, while the other half were drunken confessions. Sweat flicked through the air with the start of every dance move. Tony Stark’s parties, always a rager, no matter what the occasion.
You shimmied off the dance floor, avoiding the hormone monsters that are college students grinding on one another. You were desperate for some sort of fresh air, away from the stuffiness of the dance floor. The kitchen was somewhat empty, more sober people maintaining intelligent conversations. Grabbing a red solo cup, you filled your cup with beer, as you people watched. Thor was trying his hardest to be Valkyrie in beer pong, but by the looks of the cups, he was failing. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had their arms wrapped around one on another as they sang along to some tune. But your eyes were torn from the scene when shouts of her name rang throughout your ear.
“Wanda!!” Clint yelled the loudest.
Her emerald eyes found yours, like it was the most natural thing in the world, her lips quirked upwards slightly. As quick as it appeared, it faded away, like reality finally caught up to her. You let out a deep breath as you maintained eye contact, trying to slow your racing heartbeat, “Y/N! Dude!” Scott yelled and you looked down at your cup to see it spilling over the edge like Niagra Falls.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, turning off the tap, and wiping off your beer soaked hands. Your eyes filtered back up to Wanda, as the redheaded Russian appeared behind her, intertwining their fingers together. You reach for the paper towel roll, ripping off a few pieces to clean up the mess you made.
“Wow sestra, the party started an hour ago and you’re already making a mess,” Natasha’s voice made you freeze in your spot. You turn to face your older sister wearing her infamous shit-eating smirk.
Your eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands as you gave them your best smile, “Ouch Nat, no, how’s my favorite sister doing? Or I’m so happy to see you!” You tease and she playfully rolls her eyes.
“Yelena would kick my ass if she heard me say that you’re my favorite sister,” Nat said, her eyes scanning the crowd. “Where is she anyway?”
You shrug, “Last time I checked she was about to play a game with Kate. Something about shooting arrows at beer bottles that rested on top of Peter’s head,” Natasha’s eyes widen at your nonchalant tone. Her eyes once more scanning the crowd for your younger sister. “Anyway, back to the whole favorite thing. She can’t kick your ass if it’s the truth. I mean I’m your favorite sister, right?” Your sister rolls her eyes, as she starts weaving her way through the crowd in search of Yelena, “Wait! Nat! I’m your favorite, right?!” you yell over the loud music and the indistinct chatter.
Wanda chuckles, “Are they really shooting beer bottles off of Peter’s head?” She asks with a knowing look in her eyes.
Your eyes shined back with mischief, shaking your head, “Nope! Kate and Yelena suggested the idea, but Peter quickly shot it down, despite them trying to blackmail him.” The two of you share a giggle at the thought of the best friends.
“They’re gonna kill that poor boy one day,” she says and you nod your head in agreement. The two of you stand there in a comfortable silence, people watching.
Wanda’s hand drifts closer to yours, desperate for some sort of contact with you. Before she intertwines your fingers together, you pull away quickly, “Shit. I promised Steve I would bring him this beer. He’s probably looking for where I am, I’ll catch you later,” you smile at her before taking the red solo cup and whisking yourself away. You left so fast, you didn’t get a chance to see Wanda’s disappointed look on her face.
The stuffy room suddenly felt suffocating, slipping out to the backyard, it was a lot less crowded. You slipped your shoes off, rolling up the cuffs of your jeans, as you dipped your legs into the pool. The cool summer night breeze brushed through your hair, drying the sweat that lingered from the dance floor. You grabbed your pack of cigarettes from your back pocket, flickering your lighter to slowly kill yourself by inhaling the small cancerous stick.
Your mind drifted back to the brunette inside, you could marry her. You really wanted to fucking marry her. You had never felt this way about anyone before. Even though you shouldn’t, you know damn well that you shouldn’t. But that night over winter break changed everything for you.
The winter breeze shook through your body, as your legs dipped into the freezing water. You hugged your jacket tighter against your body, pulling out the pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket. You felt someone’s presence next to you, as they sat down, dipping their own feet into the pool. You slowly inhaled from the nicotine lit stick, as you turned your head to face the unknown presence. Wanda had a sheepish smile on her face, her brunette hair tucked back behind her ears, “Can I have a light?” she asks.
You chuckle softly, flicking the ash onto the concrete next to you, “Wanda Maximoff, having a smoke? Since when?”
“Since right now. I want to try one,” she said, sitting up straight, her voice sounding confident, like she knew what she was doing.
“No, I’m not gonna give you one,” you laugh at her shocked face.
“But why not? You do it all the time!” she questioned with her eyebrows furrowed and matching pout on her face.
God she looked so adorable, but you quickly shook that intrusive thought off, “Exactly I do it all the time, which doesn’t make it a good thing. These little guys are terrible for you, especially when you get addicted. They slowly kill you from the inside out. I mean I have one every day and you know what? It’ll probably kill me one day. At the time, I didn’t have anyone care enough about me to tell me to stop. So no you absolutely can not have one because if I give you one my sister would probably kill me before the smoking does."
She looks at you with her eyes widened and a small smile, "Are you sure this is about Nat kicking your ass or do you not want to give me one because you care about me?" She teased in a sing songy voice as a light pink coats your cheeks.
“Definitely more about my sister kicking my ass. Speaking of my sister, I’m honestly surprised you came to this party. My sister is off on a work trip in Boston and you’re usually attached at the hip.”
She rolls her eyes, “Well, someone was a little convincing today with the whole ‘Wanda please! We haven’t hung out together since you started dating my sister!’ begging act that you pulled today.”
“Excuse me! I was not begging!” you bring your voice down to a whisper, leaning towards her ear, “Trust me Maximoff, when I’m begging there'll be much less clothes on,” you wink at her, causing her eyes to widen and a soft blush to dust over her cheeks. She slaps your shoulder, throwing her face in her hands before letting out a groan, “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s get you a drink!”
You get thrown back into reality, when Thor drunkenly jumps into the pool and the cool water sprays across your face, “Sorry Y/N! Thor lost at beer pong and this was the punishment!” Valkyrie explained and you gave her a tight lipped smile before getting up and going back inside.
You were just going to sit by the window sill away from the rest of the party, but your eyes found Natasha and Wanda’s figures on the dance floor. The two of them moved sensually to the beat and you couldn’t help, but feel the ache in your heart. You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away until those god damn green eyes found yours and you quickly looked away, sneaking off towards the balcony. No one else really knew about it. But you knew it, all too well.
Wanda’s breath was close to your ear, as she tried to get you to hear her over the pounding music, “Do you want to break away from all of this? I think I need a little breather.”
You nod, “C’mon, I know the perfect place,” you extend her hand out to her and she intertwines your fingers together, not wanting to get separated in the crowd.
Leading her through the house and to the balcony on the top floor, you opened the door for her. The rest of the party seemed to have faded away from your secluded spot. The only real noise was the muffled music coming from downstairs, but even that seemed like it was miles away. The drinks were taking effect, not too bad enough to have you spinning, but a nice little buzz in your head.
The two of you take a seat on the little patio chairs, looking up at the bright city skyline. People like to think of the New York City skyline as one of the most beautiful views in the world, but as Wanda sits next to you with the bright city lights illuminating her face, it definitely tops the city. Once more, you fetch out your pack of cigarettes, lighting another one as it rested in between your fingers.
“You said that when you first started smoking it felt like you had no one who cared about you, why is that?” the brunette asks, staring at you intently as you exhale a puff of smoke.
You shrug, flicking the ash onto the ground, “I started back when we were seniors in high school, after my mom died and my dad left. Nat turned 18 not too long before my mom died and she was forced into the role of being an actual adult because when you turn 18, you’re not really an adult even though you’re labeled as one. Some 18 year olds just finished high school, and are still living with their parents, but Nat had to take care of two younger sisters. She had to put her life on hold for me and Lena. Instead of helping her and supporting her, when our mom died I kind of blew off all responsibilities. I turned rebellious, stopped playing volleyball, hung out with the wrong crowd. Nat always had the disappointed mom look and she was always angry at me, which made Yelena angry with me all the time. So, when I started smoking our relationship was so bad, that it felt like neither of them would have cared.”
“I didn’t know that,” she whispered. It was eye opening to her, you were her best friend. Of course, she knew that your mom died and that your dad left as soon as she died. But it seemed like a new side of you was shining through.
“Not a lot of people do. It’s one of the things I regret the most, you know? I was so selfish back then. I mean even Yelena acted like more of an adult than I did. Now every time I light one of these guys, it’s a constant reminder of what I did…or well I guess what I didn’t do. My punishment for how I acted back then,” you chuckle lightly, “I’ve never said that before, so I better not regret telling you Maximoff.” A lighthearted tone in your voice, as you try to hide the self depreciation in it.
Her head tilts to the side and her eyes are lit up, like you just showed her the most amazing thing in the world, “You won’t.”
A shiver ripples through her body and you quickly shrug off your jacket, placing them over her body. Your scent of smoke and subtle hints of vanilla invaded her senses, quickly becoming addicted to it. “Why didn’t you bring a jacket, Wands? My sister’s not here, so who are you trying to impress,” you quip and she smiles, shaking her head.
“No one,” she mutters, but she desperately wishes she could say, ‘you’.
“What’s got you so angry?” Yelena asks, plopping down next to you with her own red solo cup in her hand. The soft memory fading away from your mind as you shrug. The itch to reach for another cig was becoming too strong.
“Nothing. How’d you even know I was up here?”
“I saw you pouting like Peter Parker when Kate and I make fun of him, so I followed you up here,” she shrugs, “So do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really," you say pulling at the loose thread from the rips in your jeans.
She scoffs, “Let me rephrase that question, do you not want to talk to me about it because it’s about Wanda?”
“Yelena don’t-“
“No Y/N. Look, whatever you and Wanda had going on, it needs to stop,” your younger sister scolds.
You stand up abruptly, rubbing your face with your hands, “Don’t you think I know that? You’ve already lectured me once and I’ve kept my distance from her since then. I am trying my best! Now please, just leave me here to sulk, I’ll be fine just like I always am.”
She throws the pack of cigarettes that you didn’t even know fell out of your pocket. Some of them rolling onto the ground, “You told me you quit these too! You don’t think I could smell the smoke off of you right now? I may be your little sister, but I am not stupid. So if you were lying about these, how do I know you’re really lying about stopping things with Wanda?”
She opens the balcony door about to walk in, but she stops just as she enters the frame, “You’re supposed to be the older sister, right?” She looks at you intently like she’s waiting for an answer and you just nod. “So fucking act like it.”
Yelena slams the door shut. You collapse onto the patio chair, dropping your face into your hands as you let out a shaky breath. Your shaky hands reached for the pack of cigarettes on the floor, neatly placing it in a box, but keeping one of them out, lighting it as it rests in between your lips.
How did everything get so fucked up?
“I’m not this type of girl,” Wanda whispers in the middle of the night. You and your sisters had your closest friends over for a small party. Everyone else seemed to have passed out from Yelena’s drinking games. But both you and Wanda were fighting dreamland and instead giving into your fantasies.
The spring breeze rippled through the two of you as you stood out on your apartment balcony. “What do you mean?”
She shrugs, leaning in a bit closer, “I don’t sneak around in the middle of the night and secretly hope that my girlfriend's sister is awake. I don’t hug someone for longer than what is deemed friendly in a stranger’s eyes. I don’t immediately look at someone who’s not my girlfriend after anyone tells a joke just to see their smile,” she says, as the two of you just continue to get lost into each other’s eyes.
You start shrinking under her gaze, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in your hoodie pocket. You were about to light it when Wanda grabbed the lighter and the rest of the pack that you held in your hand. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into her beautiful green eyes, “You once told me a month ago that you felt like you had no one who cared enough to tell you to stop smoking when you first started. So, I’m telling you right now that I care about you and I don’t want you to kill yourself with these stupid sticks.”
A shy smile curled onto your face, as you let her throw your pack into the trash can. “I’m not that kind of girl either, but as I’m staring into those goddamn eyes of yours all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.” You quip back, ignoring the guilt induced thoughts that are trying to betray what your heart is screaming at.
She snorted at your response, a mischievous smile on her face. The pad of Wanda’s thumb gently traces over your lips and your body freezes. Her hands hesitantly move from your lips to your cheeks, as she stares into your eyes begging for approval. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her lips, and the brunette immediately returned the kiss gently.
You place your hands on her chest, pressing harder against her lips. She smiles to herself as she places her hand on your waist. Your kisses become more passionate as your tongue battles for dominance. Her hands on your hips pulled you closer and your cold hands quickly slid under your shirt.
As she ran out of breath, she decided to slide down to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses. You let out a small moan in pleasure, “Wanda?” She hums in response, slightly nipping your neck, “Do you want to take this to my room?”
“Please,” she mumbled against your neck.
When it was over, the two of you lay next to each other. The pants of your breathing filled your bedroom. Your bare chests moving in perfect rhythm to your shared heartbeat. The beautiful brunette shifts her body towards you, looking at you with droopy eyes and tired smile.
“Hi,” Wanda whispered shyly.
“Hi,” you said, charmed.
She grabs your fingers and plays with them, weaving her own fingers between them, bringing your hand up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. Your hands trace figures along your hip. Her gentle hand brushes away a stray piece of hair that fell across your face, as she tucked it into place.
“I have always wanted you,” she whispers, “It’s always been you.”
What should’ve been the last time turned into a past time. Two best friends breaking away from a party started innocently. Gossiping in the bathrooms quickly turned into heated makeout sessions. A breather on the balcony away from your drunken peers turned into deep conversations with her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you hold onto each other.
That one tiny spark that the two of you wouldn’t put out was slowly coming to the end of the cigarette. The cigarette stick was nothing, but a nub as it was about to disintegrate into thin air.
At first it was fun, making a million excuses just to have a simple moment alone. Until, the need for something more came to be and the realization of what the two of you had done seeped into your bloodstream like some sort of drug. A drug that you couldn’t kick. You had stopped smoking for her, but she was this new drug that you were terribly addicted to.
Wanda’s head rested on the top of your chest, as your arms wrapped securely around her. From the curtains of your window, you could see the sun start to slowly rise, and the soft snores from her mouth filled the room.
You kiss the top of her head gently, “Wands,” you whispered in her ear, scratching her back. A soft hum escaped her lips as she stirred in your arms, “The sun’s coming up, you should sneak out before Yelena wakes up.”
“Just a few more minutes,” she whispers, nuzzling deeper into your neck.
“We don’t have a few more minutes, darling,” you respond with a soft smile on your face. She lets out a soft groan before lifting herself off of you. Wanda sat up, pulling your oversized t-shirt over her, and a pair of shorts. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her tired eyes were one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. “You’re a work of art, Wanda Maximoff.”
She snorted, “That was lame,” she mumbled, leaning down to kiss you. Her lips slightly chapped, but you didn’t care, you just loved the feeling of her lips on yours. “I’ll see you at the party tomorrow night, where we are going to go through with our plan and tell Natasha together, right?”
Even though her eyes were still droopy, she looked at you intently, “Right,” you mumbled against her lips, pressing another kiss to them.
“Y/N, I need you to promise me this time. Every time we’ve made a plan to tell her the truth, you’ve backed out. We can’t keep lying to her like this. I want to be with you the right way. So, please…for me?” she whispered to you.
You let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before touching them together, “I promise.”
“I love you,” she whispered into the thin air.
“I love you. I have loved you, well…definitely longer than I should have. We’ll tell her tonight and we’ll face the consequences together. I promise,” A wide smile crosses her face and how you so desperately wish you could hold onto that smile forever. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling herself closer to you as she kisses you with so much love, you don’t know how your heart hasn’t exploded. “Now, you should probably get going before Lena wakes up. C’mon pretty girl, I’ll walk you out,” you whisper to her, kissing her quickly.
The two of you reach your apartment door, kissing her once more before asking her to text you when she gets home. You were about to stumble back to bed, desperate for some shut eye, when you bumped into a figure. Your eyes flickered onto your little sister.
“What are you doing up so early?” She questions.
“I needed some water, so I just chugged a glass,” you lied. “Why are you up so early?”
“I promised Kate that I would go on a morning run with her, Peter, and Lucky this morning,” she answered, staring at you intently.
You give her a tight lipped smile, “Well, I uh hope you have fun. I’ll see you when you get-“
“Are you sure you were just grabbing some water? Because from what I saw from here, you were just walking Wanda out of the apartment. She was wearing one of your shirts, which I thought was fishy. But I just thought that maybe she just spent the night. I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me, but that’s cool. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I didn't want to jump to conclusions. But all of that benefit of the doubt bullshit I told myself flew out my head when I saw you kiss her goodbye. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Lena, look-“
“How long?” She interrogated you and your eyes drift down to your hands as you fiddled with them. Your little sister looked down to meet your gaze, forcing you to look her in the eyes, “How long, Y/N?”
“For the last three months, but we’re planning to tell her the truth tomorrow night at Stark’s party.”
“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Y/N. Nat has sacrificed everything for us! Everything! She declined her top college on the west coast to stay home and take care of us. She took crappy jobs that she didn’t want just to make ends meet when she was just 18 years old! She wasn’t like you. She didn’t throw away her volleyball scholarships. She gave them up. She sacrificed and lost everything! For me,” she took a dangerous step closer to you, pushing her finger into your chest. “And you! Natasha wanted us to have the best life that mom had always promised us, even if that meant putting her life on hold. And this is how you’re going to repay her for that? You're going to repay her by sneaking around with her girlfriend?!”
“That is not fair, Lena!” you scold her.
She scoffs, “Not fair? Do you know what’s not fair, Y/N? The money she saved in her savings account all throughout high school quickly drained, because she had to bail you out of jail more than once. You were lucky that Steve’s dad was the sheriff so it never touched a sliver of your record, but Nat still had to pay the fines. It’s not fair that when I was a sophomore in high school, I couldn’t go to any football games or dances because I had to grow up and cover all of your shifts while you were off getting shit faced somewhere else!”
“My mom died-“ you were about to argue.
“So did ours, Y/N!” she screamed at you. “Yet, Natasha and I were picking up the pieces and you kept destroying everything in sight. So, I want you to think about this when you and Wanda tell Natasha all about your relationship tomorrow night, she has given everything she loves up for you and me. Wanda is just going to be one more thing she loses because of you.”
The two of you stayed there in a tense silence, just staring at one another with tear filled eyes. Until the front door swung open. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as your older sister wheeled in her suitcase from her latest business trip.
A low whistle left her lips as she saw the standoff between the two of you, “Is everything okay?”
Yelena was first to break her gaze, forcing a smile on her face, something she has gotten far too good at. “Yeah, welcome home, sestra. I’m about to head out to go on a morning run with Kate and Peter, I'll see you guys later.”
“What was that about?” Nat asked as your younger sister left.
You shrug, “No idea,” you clear your throat, subtly wiping away at your eyes while she starts brewing some coffee. “How was the trip?”
The balcony door creaked open as you lit another cigarette. “Detka? What are you doing?” Wanda’s voice filled the thick air, grabbing the cigarette from your lips and throwing it out. “You haven’t smoked for the last three months, when’d you even get a pack? What happened?”
Your eyes were bloodshot from holding back the tears that you were so desperately trying to keep in. You know what has to happen.
The drug that is Wanda Maximoff gave you such a high. You were so addicted to the illusions of the love between you and her. A love that never was and never will be. The worst part about any addiction is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions that leaving them behind is like killing a part of you that taught you how to survive. And all that’s left of you is pain and misery.
“Y/N, why have you been avoiding me?” Wanda questions, her voice shaking just a little bit.
You shrug, “You seem a little preoccupied. I didn’t want to intrude,” you look out at the skyline, desperately avoiding her gaze.
“Oh okay. So this has nothing to do with what we’re going to tell Nat tonight?”
You shook your head, “There’s nothing to tell. There’s nothing going on between us, Wanda. There can’t be anything going on,” you look at her, the tears that you were trying to hold back were falling like droplets of rain against your car window. “You’re my best friend and you’re my sister’s girlfriend. That’s all.”
“You’re not just my best friend, Y/N, and you know it. You can’t pretend like we never happened because it did, it happened. And I don’t regret it, not one bit. I am in love with you, Y/N, and I know what we did wasn’t right, but I can’t help but love you,” she explains to you, trying to wrap her arms around you, but you shake your head once more as you step away from her.
“This can’t happen. We need to pretend like none of this happened-“ you begged her. You didn’t want to make this harder than it needed to be.
“We have been sneaking around for months! Even if she doesn’t know it, we have already hurt her! If we tell her together, we are doing right by Natasha. She’s going to be heartbroken and angry, but she’s going to realize one day that this was the right thing to do. She deserves better than someone who’s in love with her sister.”
There was a silence that followed, as you just continued to stare at her speechless, “I can’t-“ your voice breaks, as you look down at your hands.
Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist and you weren’t fighting it anymore. She placed her forehead against yours, her voice pleading, “I’ll fix it please, I’ll do anything. We don’t have to tell Nat until you’re ready, just please don’t do this.”
“You can’t fix this, Wands. The only person who can fix this is me. You’re right, Nat deserves better, and after all the shit I put her through the last five years, I'm going to give that to her. I’m going to be the sister she should’ve had by her side when our mom died. So that means letting you go,” you whispered, biting your lip to stop the sobs that are trying to escape. “You deserve better than me anyway, Wands. Someone like my sister,”
You kiss her forehead, before pulling away from her embrace, “I’m sorry,” you whisper to her.
You avoided her tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes, as you continued to sit out and stare at the city before you. You destroyed everything in sight, but this time you were going to be the one to pick up all the pieces. Suddenly, her gaze wasn’t on you anymore and the balcony door was being slammed shut.
Your eyes drift to the voices at the front of the house, “Wanda, what happened?” Nat’s voice rings in your ear and you can see them from where you’re sitting.
“Nothing, it was just too crowded and everything was too overwhelming. I think I just need to go home,” she says and you hate how her tears are because of you. Your older sister wrapped her strong arms around the distressed girl, holding her tighter.
Fishing out your pack, you lit the small cigarette, enjoying the way it made your head feel. Wanda’s eyes flickered up towards the balcony, noticing the smoke emitting off of it. You let out a sigh, staring at the girl in front of you. All that the two of you were was all you were ever going to be because she always had someone waiting at home.
“C’mon, let’s go home,” Nat whispered to her, intertwining their fingers together, and leading her to the car.
Nicotine doesn't taste the same as Wanda did, but it’ll have to do.
summary: apparently, avengers don’t get holidays off
a/n: hey guys! sorry i’ve been MIA these past couple days, i know i said i was going to do ten days of christmas, but since i missed those two days it’s kind of hard now. however, i have come up with an awesome series idea…so stay tuned for that! it’s coming sooner than you think ; )
Heyy:))) can you do one where Y/N “accidentally”kidnaps wanda, Mafia boss. Who’s the one rethinking their life now?
Secret Fantasy (18+)
Mafia Boss!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
There is mention of reader being an ex-Widow but no pronouns used! This isn't a smut but is meant to be a little steamy so have marked as 18+ 🥰
[A/N] I gotta be so honest with you my lovely anon, I read over your request a few times but I wasn't entirely sure what you were asking for 😅 So I wrote this, hopefully you enjoy it 😘
Wanda ignores the pleading voices calling after her as she leaves the house, leaving her enforcers to deal with the dirty work. It’s not that Wanda is afraid of violence; she’s just not in the mood today. Besides, she just got her nails done ready for her club visit tonight; she doesn’t feel like getting her hands dirty. Sure enough she soon hears the sounds of panicked cries from inside. Well, who borrows money that they know they can’t pay back? All the terms and conditions were laid out to them before they borrowed anything. It wasn’t like Wanda was being unfair.
Her phone beeps in her pocket as she heads towards her car, and she takes it with an irritated sigh. Why does everyone need her input on absolutely everything? Is it so difficult for people to just make decisions themselves? Honestly, things would fall apart without her. Wanda fires off several messages, pausing outside her car so she can type.
As she goes to slip her phone back into her pocket, she feels a strong arm wrap around her, trapping her arms to her sides. Just as she opens her mouth to cry out or ask what the hell they think they’re doing, a cloth goes over her mouth and nose. She struggles, panic overwhelming her as she reaches blindly for the gun she keeps holstered on her thigh. Whoever’s got her grabs her hand, holding it tightly so she has no choice but to wait for the chloroform to overtake her, dragging her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Time must pass though Wanda isn’t sure how much when she wakes up. Her head feels heavy and she groans, looking around the room blearily. Part of her had expected to wake up in a basement, probably beneath one of the rival gangs’ houses, quiet and secluded, so no one would hear her scream. She’s surprised to find herself in what appears to be in an ordinary living room. Wanda’s seated on a dining chair, pulled away from the small table in the corner of the room. When she goes to stand up, she finds herself tied to the chair – her wrists bound behind her back, and her ankles tied to the legs of the chair.
Her fingers scrabble for her knife, only to find someone’s already removed it, along with her gun and her phone. All of them are placed carefully on the table where Wanda can see them and she squirms, trying to move the chair closer to her belongings. Whoever’s bound her has done an expert job - no matter how much she twists and wriggles, the ropes don’t loosen at all. She groans in frustration, tugging harder on the rope around her wrists but they still don’t give.
Instead, Wanda begins to study the room she’s in. The curtains are drawn shut, ensuring she can’t see out, and that no one can see in. It’s an expensively furnished room, with plush couches, a large TV, and framed photos. Wanda’s taken by surprise when she spots a photo of herself sitting on the mantel piece and she squints. Is that-
“Hey baby.”
Wanda turns her head and spots you in the doorway, her whole body instantly relaxing. “You- I thought I’d been kidnapped! What were you thinking?”
You grin, crossing the room to squat down in front of her, your fingers dancing over her knee teasingly. “But you have been kidnapped.”
Wanda rolls her eyes, but she’s unable to keep the smile off her face. God, you’re so annoying. This must be your living room, and sure enough when Wanda glances towards the mantel piece, the photo is of the two of you, your arm slung loosely around Wanda’s shoulders.
Wanda had recruited you to her empire personally. She’d learnt about the Widows from Natasha Romanoff, one of her other trusted recruits, and she’d made a point of recruiting as many ex-Widows as possible. At first you hadn’t been keen but Wanda had come to meet with you, outlining your position in her gang, how much you’d be paid, and the protection she could offer you. Wanda had always assumed those were the selling points, but you’d later confessed it was your attraction to Wanda herself that had convinced you to take the job.
Most of her Widow recruits were assassins, taking out people who were getting in Wanda’s way or posing any kind of threat. Your work was more specialised though – you kidnapped people. On more than one occasion if someone was unable to pay back their bills to Wanda, you would kidnap someone important to them, giving Wanda leverage to incentivise any stragglers to gather the money for their loved ones release.
“I have work to do,” Wanda protests though her voice is low, her objections sounding pretty weak. “And you tied these too tightly-”
“I tied them just right, and you don’t have any work to do right now other than sit there and look pretty for me.”
Wanda hates how your hand sliding up to her thigh, and your cocky voice, affects her so much. Her wrists twist in the ropes again but it’s useless, she’s not getting free by herself. “Do you wanna tell me why I’m here?”
You meet her gaze and grin, “Oh come on… This is your fantasy, isn’t it baby?”
Her cheeks flush. She’d kind of hoped you’d forgotten about that.
You’d been working for her for around a year when the two of you had finally gotten together. Both of you were taking it slow – Wanda was incredibly busy running her empire, and you were busy carrying out all of her orders. Besides, she didn’t really want the others to know that you were dating the boss, so you’d mostly met in secret. You never made it easy, turning up at her office just to steal kisses or leave her little presents. During meetings you’d rub your foot against her leg beneath the table, smirking to yourself whenever you saw Wanda swallow hard to compose herself. Any opportunity you got to wind her up, you took it.
Date nights were rare but one time Wanda turned up at your apartment in the middle of the night, having had too much to drink in one of her clubs, and now she needed a place to crash. She insisted your apartment was the closest place but you knew for a fact it wasn’t, not that you called her out on it. Wanda had been in a cuddly mood, something you didn’t see often because she only acted like this when she was certain you were alone. It was hard to get Wanda to relax, she always assumed someone would come in and catch you. Being drunk only heightened her clinginess and she’d curled up right next to you in your bed, wearing one of your oversized shirts as pyjamas.
“You know, if you sleep in my bed, you have to tell me a secret first,” You’d said.
“I don’t have any secrets from you,” Wanda had mumbled back, nuzzling into your chest.
You’d kissed the top of her head, “Bullshit. You gotta tell me something.”
“I don’t know. I wanna sleep. Can you rub my feet in the morning?”
“You can only sleep if-”
“Play with my hair, Y/N, please-”
“Baby, you gotta tell me a secret. Literally anything. Or I won’t play with your hair.”
She’d groaned, “Fine! Fine. You can ask me any question and I’ll answer it truthfully.”
You’d thought for a long moment before asking quietly, “Okay. Tell me… Your secret fantasy.”
“I don’t have one.”
“Bullshit! Everyone has one.”
Wanda had groaned, realising she wasn’t going to get you to either drop the subject or play with her hair until she offered you something, “Okay, fine. I think… Well… I’ve never been tied up before. And I guess that would be kinda hot.”
“Oh yeah? You’d like someone to kidnap you and tie you up?”
“In theory, yeah,” Wanda had mumbled back. “Only if that someone was you though.”
“Hmm. I’ll bear that in mind.”
“Play with my hair!”
You’d grinned, kissing her forehead and relenting, running your fingers through her soft hair. Wanda had practically purred like a cat, pressing a kiss to your chest before nodding off. In the morning she’d gotten her promised foot rub whilst she’d sipped tea and ate the breakfast you’d made her. Neither of you mentioned the conversation you’d had last night. Wanda hadn’t been so drunk she’d forgotten any of it, and her cheeks burned whenever she remembered confessing to her fantasy. That conversation had taken place months ago, and Wanda had hoped it had slipped your mind.
Of course it hadn’t.
“I thought you’d forgotten!” Wanda says, her wrists struggling in the ropes again.
You smirk, squeezing her thigh. “Nope. I just let enough time pass so you’d think I forgot and then I could truly surprise you.”
“You really knocked me out with chloroform? What were you thinking?”
“You were perfectly safe. It’ll give you a bit more of an insight into what happens to all those people you order me to kidnap.” Wanda rolls her eyes, having to bite her lip when you squeeze her thigh again. “How does it feel? Being at my mercy?”
“I- I’m not at your mercy. I could break free whenever I want.”
Wanda’s voice is breathless and you can’t help grinning, moving your hand to run your fingers gently against her cheek, “Oh is that so? In that case, I’m sorry baby; I thought I’d secured you enough. Don’t worry though, I’ll fix it.”
Wanda is helpless to do anything as you get another rope, wrapping it around her torso and pulling her back tightly against the chair. As soon as you’re done, you begin wrapping rope around her thighs as Wanda whimpers, the scary mafia boss reduced to a trembling mess beneath your knots. You kiss her cheek and ask in a singsong voice, “Is that better, baby?”
Wanda groans, tilting her head back, trying her best to look annoyed even though it’s obvious to both of you that she’s loving this. “I- I could still get free…”
“Okay. Get free then.”
Wanda’s cheeks flush and she mumbles irritably, “No. Not while you’re watching.”
You laugh, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I could leave you alone to struggle for a little while, if you want.”
“You- You need to untie me, I have so much work to do and I-”
“Natasha’s checking up on that club tonight, and everything else will have to wait. Because…” You whisper directly into her ear, “You’re not going anywhere.”
Wanda bites her lip again, “Y/N, it- You- You need to untie me. That’s an order.”
“Oh, an order, huh?” You grin, completely unfazed by her demand. “It’s okay baby, I’m just showing you what you pay for, right? If you can’t get free… That must be because I’m pretty good at my job…”
“God, you’re insufferable.”
You smirk, nipping at her ear, then laughing when she whines. You’re the only person who ever gets to see this vulnerable side of her, and you love it. You check the ropes, making sure they’re still tight and then you kiss her cheek, “I have an idea.”
“Does it involve untying me?”
“Good question! No, it doesn’t. In fact, rather the opposite. I think I am going to leave you to squirm until you’re absolutely desperate for my touch. Does that sound fun?”
“What? You- You wouldn’t!”
“I think we both know that I’m going to.”
Your hands move down to her thighs again, giving them both a teasing squeeze before straightening up. Wanda squirms in the ropes, “Y/N-”
“Oh, thank you baby, I nearly forgot.”
“Forgot wh- Mmphm!”
You pull a cloth out of your back pocket, pushing it into Wanda’s mouth and tying it tightly at the back of her head. Her eyes are wide, a whole new wave of helplessness washing over her. She’s never experienced complete helplessness before but… She can’t deny how much she’s enjoying it, especially when you look at her like that. So confident, so cocky… You are good at your job. And you’re so hot when you get like this, it drives Wanda wild.
You press one more kiss to her forehead before flopping down onto the couch, turning on the TV. Wanda squirms in the ropes, realising with a pounding heart that there’s no way she’s getting herself free. She’s at your mercy until you finally decide to pay attention to her… It makes the heat pool in her thighs, and she can’t help the muffled moan that escapes her gag but even that doesn’t capture your attention. You clearly fully intend to leave her like this until she’s desperate, just like you’d promised. And she’s willing to wait as long as it takes – it’s not like she has much choice.
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Summary: Wanda and reader are ready to become marked mates.
Word Count: 13k+
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, (18+), A/B/O Dynamic (Alpha/Omega), Heat/Rut, Marking/Biting, Knotting, Reader has a P.
A/N: Hey guys! You asked for part 3, you shall have part 3 😉
Part 1 || Part 2 || Main Masterlist
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Y/N’s POV
Two months.
That’s how long it had been since everything changed. Not loudly. Not all at once. But in quiet, steady ways that settled into something real.
Something theirs.
Wanda didn’t hide anymore—not completely. She still picked her moments, still held parts of herself close when the room felt too crowded or too loud… but she wasn’t shrinking anymore.
Not around Y/N.
Never around Y/N.
And Y/N learned her in a different way now.
The way Wanda’s scent softened when she was relaxed. The way her omega instincts curled into Y/N’s instead of fighting them. The way she reached for her without hesitation—like it was natural.
Like she was hers. Like Y/N was hers.
And now—Now they were waiting.
For Wanda’s heat.
A real one. Not rushed, not triggered by stress or proximity or chaos.
A choice. A beginning.
One more month.
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The mission had taken longer than expected.
Nothing serious—just delays, complications, the usual—but it was enough to stretch that quiet thread in Y/N’s chest tighter than she liked.
Being away from Wanda still felt wrong.
Even now.
Especially now.
By the time Y/N got back to the compound, her body was tired—but her instincts were wide awake, restless in that low, persistent way that only meant one thing:
Omega. Close. Find her.
She didn’t even stop in the common room. Didn’t check in. Didn’t slow down. Her feet carried her straight down the hallway—past familiar doors, past voices, past everything—until she reached theirs.
Their room.
That still felt new. It just felt… right.
Y/N exhaled slowly, grounding herself before opening the door. The second it clicked open—“Y/N!”—and then Wanda was there.
No hesitation. No pause. Wanda ran straight at her.
Y/N barely had time to brace before Wanda jumped, arms wrapping tight around her shoulders, legs hooking around her waist as Y/N caught her instinctively.
“Hey—” Y/N huffed out a quiet laugh, arms locking around her securely. “Hi to you too.”
Wanda buried her face into Y/N’s neck immediately, breathing her in like she’d been holding her breath for days.
“I missed you,” she mumbled against her skin.
Y/N’s grip tightened without thinking. “I was gone three days,” she murmured, softer now.
“Too long,” Wanda said instantly.
Y/N smiled into her hair.
Yeah.
Too long.
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She kicked the door shut behind her, carrying Wanda further inside without setting her down.
Wanda didn’t let go. Didn’t even try. Her fingers curled into the back of Y/N’s shirt, holding her there like she needed the contact—like letting go wasn’t an option yet.
“You’re tired,” Wanda said after a second, pulling back just enough to look at her.
Y/N huffed softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head.
“For you?” she murmured, voice low and warm. “Never.”
Before Wanda could respond, Y/N leaned in—slow, deliberate—her nose brushing along the side of Wanda’s neck. She inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as she took in her omega’s scent.
It was soft. Familiar. Home.
Her grip tightened just slightly around Wanda’s waist, grounding herself in it. “Missed this,” Y/N admitted quietly, her voice rougher now—not from exhaustion, but something deeper. “Missed you.”
Wanda’s breath hitched, her fingers curling gently into Y/N’s shirt again as she tilted her head just a little, giving her more space without even realizing it.
“You always do that,” Wanda whispered, a small smile in her voice.
“Do what?”
“Like you need to make sure I’m real.”
Y/N hummed softly against her skin, not pulling away.
“Because I do,” she said simply. “Out there, everything’s loud. Messy. But this—” her nose brushed once more along Wanda’s pulse, slower this time, calmer “—this is how I know I’m back.”
Wanda’s arms tightened around her shoulders, holding her close.
“You’re back,” she said softly.
Y/N smiled faintly against her neck. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I am.”
Wanda pulled back just enough to look at her—really look at her—taking in the softened edges of Y/N’s expression, the way her eyes were still a little heavy with exhaustion but steady, grounded.
Then her hands came up, gentle but sure, cupping Y/N’s cheeks.
“Hey,” Wanda whispered, thumbs brushing lightly along her skin.
Y/N’s breath stilled.
And then Wanda leaned in. The kiss was soft at first—slow, intentional. Not rushed, not demanding. Just warm. Familiar.
Y/N melted into it almost instantly, her hands settling more firmly at Wanda’s waist as she leaned forward, meeting her halfway. Her eyes slipped shut, tension easing out of her shoulders like something finally unclenching.
Wanda deepened it just slightly, tilting her head, her fingers still cradling Y/N’s face like she didn’t want her going anywhere. Like she couldn’t.
Y/N let out a quiet breath against her lips, something close to a hum, and for a moment she forgot about the mission, the exhaustion, everything outside this room.
It was just Wanda.
Just this.
When they finally pulled apart, it wasn’t far—foreheads resting together, breaths mingling.
“Still not tired?” Wanda murmured, a teasing softness in her voice.
Y/N let out a quiet huff of a laugh, her nose brushing Wanda’s. “Ask me again later,” she said, low and warm.
Wanda smiled, eyes shining just a little. “Okay,” she whispered.
Wanda was still in Y/N’s arms when Y/N shifted her grip slightly and walked them both further into the room. Instead of heading straight for the bed, Y/N stopped at the desk tucked against the wall and gently set Wanda down on top of it. Her hands lingered at Wanda’s waist for a moment, steadying her before pulling back.
Wanda tilted her head, watching her closely.
Y/N reached up, tugging at the collar of her mission jacket, rolling her shoulders slightly as she started to peel it off.
“What are you doing?” Wanda asked, brows lifting—though there was a faint spark in her eyes now, something warmer, a little teasing.
Y/N huffed softly, glancing at her as she shrugged the jacket off her shoulders. “Taking this off,” she said simply. “So we can actually lie down without me dragging half the mission dirt into the bed.”
Wanda’s lips twitched, but she shook her head, crossing her arms lightly. “You’re still dirty,” she pointed out. “And sweaty.”
“Wow,” Y/N deadpanned, tossing the jacket aside. “You really know how to make a girl feel wanted.”
Wanda smirked faintly, but didn’t back down. “Go shower.”
Y/N paused, then nodded once. “Yeah. I probably should.” She stepped closer again, hands finding Wanda’s waist like it was second nature. “I’ll be quick.”
But the moment she started to pull away—Wanda’s legs tightened around her. Firm. Unyielding.
Y/N blinked, caught off guard as Wanda pulled herself closer, arms sliding back around her neck, keeping her right there.
“No,” Wanda said softly.
Y/N’s hands came up instinctively, settling at her thighs to steady them both. “No?”
Wanda shook her head, pressing closer, her voice quieter now—but certain. “Stay.”
There was something in the way she said it—not needy, not demanding. Just… wanting.
Y/N exhaled softly, her grip loosening just a little as she leaned in again, forehead brushing Wanda’s.
“You’re the one who said I’m dirty,” she murmured.
“I did,” Wanda replied, not letting go.
“And sweaty.”
“Mhm.”
Y/N’s lips curved faintly. “And you still want me right here?”
Wanda’s answer was immediate—her arms tightening just slightly around Y/N’s neck.
“Yes.”
That did something to Y/N’s chest—something warm and grounding all at once. She stayed there for a second longer, just holding her.
Then, softer—“…Do you want to come with me?” Y/N asked, voice low. “Shower, I mean.”
Wanda blinked, just slightly surprised.
Y/N’s thumbs brushed lightly along her sides, steady, familiar. “We can be quick,” she added gently. “Then come back and crash properly.”
Wanda studied her for a moment—then a slow smile spread across her lips.
“Together?” she asked.
Y/N’s expression softened.
“Together.”
---
Next Morning
Wanda’s POV
Morning came softly.
Wanda woke slowly, her mind surfacing through warmth before anything else.
The first thing she noticed wasn’t sight. It was scent. Y/N’s alpha pheromones were wrapped around her—thick, warm, and grounding. Not overwhelming, not sharp like during instinct or conflict… just steady. Protective. Familiar.
They clung to her skin, the sheets—settled into her like something that belonged there. And beneath that—Her own.
Sweet, softened omega pheromones, tangled with Y/N’s in the air between them. The room still carried the faint, lingering heat of the night before—skin, closeness, shared warmth.
It made her chest tighten in the softest way.
Then she became aware of the physical weight behind her.
Y/N.
Spooning her.
An arm draped securely around her waist, pulling her back into a firm, protective hold. Their legs were tangled together, bare skin pressed along every line of her back. Y/N’s breath brushed warm and steady against the back of her neck, making Wanda shiver.
A quiet, instinctive reaction.
Her body responded before she could think—her hips shifting just slightly, pressing back into Y/N. Not deliberate. Just… natural.
Behind her, Y/N stirred faintly, her hold tightening a fraction even in sleep.
Wanda smiled. Carefully, she turned in her arms—slow, gentle movements so she wouldn’t wake her. It took a second to fully face her, but when she did—she softened instantly.
Y/N was asleep.
Peaceful in a way Wanda rarely got to see. No tension in her brow, no guarded edges. Just calm. Still.
Her Alpha.
Wanda lifted her hand, fingertips brushing gently along Y/N’s cheek, tracing her jaw with quiet affection.
Then she leaned in. A soft kiss to her lips. Another to her nose. One more to her cheek.
Light. Careful. Loving.
Y/N shifted slightly, a quiet breath leaving her—but didn’t wake.
Wanda smiled to herself.
Slowly, she slipped out of Y/N’s hold, lifting her arm just enough to slide free. She paused at the edge of the bed, glancing back.
Y/N instinctively shifted toward the space she left behind.
Wanda’s chest warmed. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered softly.
---
The bathroom was cool in contrast to the warmth she’d left behind.
Wanda moved quietly, freshening up, still wrapped in that lingering sense of closeness. Her thoughts were calm—grounded in a way that felt new and familiar all at once.
When she finally looked up at the mirror—
She paused.
Her gaze softened immediately. Faint marks dotted her skin—along her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Not harsh. Not careless. Intentional. She lifted her hand, fingertips brushing lightly over one, then another. Then she turn around to check her nape, finding a hickey there.
Her lips curved into a small, private smile. “Y/N…” she murmured softly. There was no hesitation in her expression. Just warmth.
Her alpha is eager to mark her, but they needed to wait.
She traced the mark one last time before letting her hand fall, her reflection looking back at her with quiet certainty.
After getting dressed, Wanda slipped out of the room, careful not to make noise. The compound was still quiet—early enough that most people hadn’t stirred yet.
She moved through the kitchen with ease, already deciding what to make. Something warm. Something filling. Something that will nourish Y/N tired body from the mission. Wanda smiled softly to herself as she started preparing breakfast.
---
Later
Wanda balanced the tray fulled with food that didn’t look like it was for two at all. She nudged the door open with her hip, stepping quietly back into their room.
The scent hit her first again—faded now, softer than before, but still there. Familiar. Warm. The lingering mix of them wrapped into the space like a memory that hadn’t quite settled yet. She smiled faintly as she walked in.
Then she saw her.
Y/N was still asleep—sprawled slightly across the bed, hair a mess, blanket half tangled around her legs…
…and hugging Wanda’s pillow. Tightly.
Like it had personally wronged her by not being the real thing. Wanda had to bite back a laugh. “Really?” she whispered under her breath, amused.
Y/N shifted a little, pulling the pillow closer, her face pressing into it as she breathed in deeply—even in sleep, chasing that familiar scent.
Wanda’s expression softened immediately. She set the tray down carefully on the bedside table, making as little noise as possible. For a moment, she just stood there, watching.
There was something about seeing Y/N like this—unguarded, instinctive—that made her chest feel too full.
Her Alpha.
Still seeking her, even unconscious.
Wanda moved closer, climbing gently onto the bed. She didn’t take the pillow right away—instead, she leaned over, brushing her fingers lightly through Y/N’s hair.
“Hey…” she murmured softly.
Y/N stirred faintly but didn’t wake.
Wanda smiled and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
“You know that’s not me, right?” she teased quietly.
At that, Y/N made a soft, sleepy sound—something between a hum and a protest—her arms tightening around the pillow.
“…warm,” she mumbled, barely coherent.
Wanda huffed a quiet laugh.
“I’m literally right here.”
Another small shift. Then, slowly, Y/N’s eyes cracked open—heavy, unfocused at first. It took her a second to register what she was seeing.
Wanda. Right there.
Her gaze softened instantly.
“There you are…” Y/N murmured, voice rough with sleep.
Before Wanda could say anything, Y/N’s arm slid around her waist and pulled her down, guiding her gently on top of her. The movement was unhurried, instinctive.
Y/N tilted her head up and kissed her.
Soft. Slow.
Like she was still waking up into it.
Wanda melted immediately, her hands bracing lightly against Y/N’s shoulders as she returned the kiss, smiling faintly against her lips.
When they parted, just barely, Y/N’s eyes flicked over her—taking in the clothes, the way she was already put together.
“…Why are you dressed?” Y/N murmured. Her hand had already started to drift under the hem of Wanda’s shirt, fingertips brushing warm skin. Wanda’s breath hitched just slightly. “I—went to make breakfast,” she said softly.
Y/N hummed, clearly unconcerned.
Her lips found Wanda’s neck, pressing a slow kiss just beneath her jaw as her fingers continued upward, gently lifting the fabric.
“Mm… smells good,” Y/N murmured—but it wasn’t clear if she meant the food.
Wanda exhaled softly, her head tilting just a little to the side. “Y/N…” she said, a little breathless now. “What are you doing?”
Y/N didn’t answer. She just shifted them both, turning them over smoothly so Wanda was beneath her on the bed, the movement easy but deliberate.
The shirt was gone a second later, discarded somewhere beside them.
Y/N leaned down again, pressing another slow kiss to Wanda’s neck—lingering this time.
Wanda let out a quiet, involuntary sound, her hands coming up to grip Y/N’s shoulders.
“Y/N…” she tried again, softer now.
But Y/N only hummed in response, lifting her head just enough to meet her lips again.
The air in the room shifted, growing heavy and thick with a sudden, localized heat that had nothing to do with the morning sun.
Wanda’s breath came in shallow hitches as she felt the cool air of the room hit her skin, followed immediately by the searing warmth of Y/N’s hands. Y/N moved with a focused, primal grace—her movements weren't frantic, but they were absolute. While her mouth stayed locked on Wanda’s, tasting her with a hunger that had only grown since the mission, her hands worked with a deftness that left Wanda reeling.
Before Wanda could even process the loss of her shirt, she felt her shorts and underwear being tugged down her legs and tossed aside.
She gasped into the kiss, her fingers curling tightly into the sheets as she felt Y/N’s weight settle. There was a brief, jarring moment of vulnerability—the cool air meeting her most sensitive skin—but it was gone in an instant.
Y/N shifted, her knees nudging Wanda’s thighs apart, claiming the space between them. The realization hit Wanda all at once. The playful morning energy had evaporated, replaced by a deep, pulsing intensity. She could feel the hard, blunt heat of Y/N pressing right against her, a silent promise of what was coming next. Y/N pulled back just an inch, her eyes dark, hooded, and swirling with an Alpha’s possessive fire. Her breathing was ragged, blowing hot against Wanda's damp lips.
"You're so beautiful," Y/N rasped, her voice vibrating through Wanda’s entire body.
Wanda looked up at her, her own eyes blown wide as her omega instincts surged to the surface, demanding this connection. She didn't want to wait. She didn't care about the breakfast getting cold on the table. She wanted the weight, the heat, and the soul-deep bond that only her Alpha could provide.
"The... the food," Wanda whispered, her voice trembling with a feigned innocence that didn't stand a chance against the way she was looking at Y/N. "You should eat, Y/N. You were gone for so long... aren't you hungry for breakfast?"
Even as the words left her lips, her body told a completely different story. Her legs, already hooked around Y/N's waist, slid further apart, her knees flaring wide to give Y/N total, unhindered access. She arched her back slightly, her hips tilting up in an unconscious invitation, seeking the very friction she was pretending to delay.
Y/N let out a low, vibrating hum that Wanda felt in her own marrow. She didn’t submerge herself just yet. Instead, she braced her weight on her forearms and began to drag her length up and down—a slow, agonizingly deliberate stroke right against Wanda’s slick, swollen folds.
"Breakfast, hm?" Y/N murmured, her voice dropping into a gravelly, teasing register. She pressed down a little harder on the upward stroke, catching the sensitive peak of Wanda’s bud with the crown of her heat. Wanda’s breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that ended in a shaky exhale.
"I don't know," Y/N continued, her eyes locked onto Wanda’s shimmering scarlet ones. "You worked so hard on that tray. It would be a shame to let it sit there. Should I get up? Go sit at the desk? Eat every bite?"
As she spoke, she kept the rhythm steady—slide up, press, slide down. Each pass was spreading Wanda’s own moisture, mixing their scents together until the air in the room felt thick enough to taste. Wanda let out a broken whimper, her fingers digging into the muscles of Y/N’s shoulders. The teasing was torturous.
"No..." Wanda choked out, her head tossing back against the pillow. Her omega pheromones suddenly spiked—a heavy, sweet, and intoxicating wave of floral musk that filled the space between them. It was the scent of total surrender, of a female in need of her mate. The air turned syrupy with it, a physical manifestation of her arousal that acted like a tether, pulling Y/N’s Alpha instincts to the fore.
"No breakfast?" Y/N whispered, her own pupils dilating until the Y/E/C in her eyes was nearly swallowed by black. She nudged her tip right against the opening, the wet heat of their contact making a soft, rhythmic sound. "You're sure, Wanda? You're being very convincing with your mouth... but your scent is telling me you want something else entirely."
"You," Wanda gasped, her hips giving a desperate, upward twitch, trying to force the entry. "I want you. Now. Please, Alpha... now."
The low, desperate plea broke the last of Y/N’s restraint. The teasing, the playfulness, the lingering exhaustion from the mission—it all vanished, incinerated by the thick, sweet scent of Wanda’s surrender. Y/N didn't pull away this time. She gripped Wanda’s thighs, her knuckles white against the pale skin, and guided her knees even higher, pinning them toward Wanda’s chest to open her completely.
"Okay," Y/N rasped, her voice thick with a dominant edge. "No more waiting." She surged forward. The entry was slow but relentless, a steady, heavy pressure that filled Wanda inch by inch. Wanda’s eyes went wide, a long, high-pitched keen escaped her throat—a pure omega sound—as her internal muscles stretched and molded themselves around Y/N’s impressive length.
It felt like coming home. Not the quiet, domestic home of the kitchen or the common room, but something ancient. Primal. Y/N let out a guttural groan, burying her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck as she finally seated herself fully. She stayed there for a heartbeat, perfectly still, just feeling the way Wanda’s body pulsed and clamped around her, trying to draw her even deeper.
"You feel... incredible," Y/N managed to choke out, her breath scorching Wanda’s skin.
Wanda’s hands found the back of Y/N’s head, her fingers tangling in her hair to pull her closer. "Don't stop," Wanda breathed, her voice a ragged mess of need. "Move, Y/N. Please, move."
Y/N obeyed. She began to pull back—nearly all the way out until only the tip remained to tease—before plunging back in with a sharp, heavy thrust. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet and rhythmic that echoed in the quiet room. Wanda’s head thrashed against the pillow, her voice falling into a litany of broken Sokovian and soft whimpers. With every downward drive, Y/N hit deeper, finding the sensitive curve of Wanda’s womb, marking her from the inside out with every heavy stroke.
The room was a haze of friction and pheromones. Y/N’s Alpha scent, dark and woody like a forest after rain, crashed against Wanda’s sweet, floral musk. They were drowning in each other, the mission and the compound and the rest of the world falling away until there was nothing left but this heat, this rhythm, and the soul-deep bond snapping into place with every breath they shared.
Y/N pushed herself up, bracing her weight on her palms so she could look down at the masterpiece unfolding beneath her. The view was staggering. Every heavy, deliberate thrust sent a ripple through Wanda’s body, her breasts bouncing with the impact, her nipples peaked and blushing a deep, sensitive pink against her pale skin. Wanda was a vision of total undoing. Her head was thrown back, her mouth hanging open as broken, melodic moans tumbled out in time with Y/N’s rhythm. Her pupils were so blown that the green of her iris was just a thin, glowing ring around a sea of black.
Y/N’s gaze drifted lower, fixating on the point of contact. Because she was braced high, she could see everything—the way her own length, slid effortlessly into Wanda’s heat. Wanda was still slightly puffy from the night before, her center a soft, bruised rose color, glistening and completely soaked with a mixture of her own honeyed slick and the friction of their bodies. With every withdrawal, the wetness followed Y/N out, coating her length before she disappeared back inside with a heavy, wet sound that filled the room.
"Look at you," Y/N growled, the Alpha in her chest roaring at the sight of her Omega so thoroughly claimed. "Look how well you take me, Wanda."
Wanda’s eyes flickered down, catching sight of them joined together. The visual was too much; her hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk, her internal walls spasming and tightening around Y/N like a vice. "Y/N... ah! Y/N!" Wanda cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
The tightening of Wanda’s cunt sent a jolt of pure electricity up Y/N’s spine. Y/N’s jaw set, her muscles corded in her arms as she accelerated. The slow, teasing pace was gone, replaced by a frantic, driving need to reach the end. She hammered into Wanda, her hips crashing against Wanda’s with a bruising force, each strike sending a fresh wave of scent into the air.
Wanda was sobbing now, the pleasure crossing the line into something overwhelming, something transcendent. She wrapped her arms around herself, then reached up, her hands searching for Y/N’s, needing to be anchored as the world began to dissolve into white-hot sparks of scarlet and gold.
Y/N collapsed forward, the sudden shift in weight bringing them chest-to-chest as Wanda’s arms locked around her like a lifeline. The intimacy was stifling in the best way possible—a cocoon of heat, sweat, and the intoxicating perfume of their mingled scents.
Y/N buried her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, her nose dragging against the sensitive skin she’d marked just an hour before. She inhaled sharply, drinking in the concentrated essence of Wanda’s omega pheromones, which were now pulsing at a fever pitch. Every time Wanda let out a jagged moan, the vibration traveled directly from her throat into Y/N’s jaw, sending sparks of fire straight to her core.
"That's it, sweetheart," Y/N grunted against her skin, her voice barely a whisper. "Just like that."
Y/N’s arms slid underneath Wanda, her large hands splayed against the small of Wanda’s back, pulling her up and into the rhythm. The contact was total; there was no space left between them, just the friction of skin on skin and the wet, heavy sound of Y/N’s hips working at a frantic pace. Wanda was a storm of sensation beneath her. One of her hands stayed anchored to Y/N’s neck, pulling her closer, while the other was buried deep in Y/N’s hair, her fingers tugging at the strands in a rhythm that matched the desperate thrusting of Y/N’s lower body.
"Y/N... please... I'm—" Wanda’s voice broke, a soft, high-pitched whimper vibrating right into Y/N’s ear.
Wanda’s body suddenly went rigid, her back arching off the bed as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, a long, shattered sound that was muffled by Y/N’s shoulder, her internal muscles pulsing in frantic, rhythmic contractions that gripped Y/N with a bruising intensity.
But Y/N wasn't done. The Alpha’s hunger was far from sated. Even as Wanda’s body trembled in the aftershock, Y/N didn't slow down. She didn't pull back. Instead, she kept the pace relentless, her hips driving forward with a steady, grounding force that forced Wanda to stay right there in the heat with her.
"I've got you," Y/N grunted, her voice low and possessive. "Stay with me, Wanda." In one fluid, powerful motion, Y/N shifted. She didn't break the connection, her hands sliding down to Wanda’s hips to keep them locked together as she rolled them both over.
Wanda gasped, her head spinning from the sudden change in perspective. One moment she was pinned to the mattress; the next, she was being pulled up, her knees landing on either side of Y/N’s waist as Y/N sat up, leaning back slightly against the headboard.
The new depth was staggering. With gravity now on Y/N's side, she was buried even deeper, her length pressing firmly against Wanda’s sensitive, over-stimulated walls. Wanda slumped forward, her chest heaving as she rested her forehead against Y/N’s. She was still coming, the tremors refusing to die down as Y/N’s hands settled firmly on her waist, guiding her. Y/N began to thrust upward—sharp, vertical jolts that hit Wanda’s most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy.
"Y/N... wait... " Wanda whimpered, her hands sliding weakly down Y/N’s arms, but her body was already betraying her words, her hips rolling instinctively to meet every upward strike.
“I’ve got you,” Y/N countered, her eyes burning as she watched Wanda’s face. She gripped Wanda’s hips tighter, her thumbs digging into the soft skin, and increased the speed.
The shift in position had sent a fresh jolt of electricity through Wanda’s over-sensitized nerves. Sitting atop Y/N, she felt every inch of the Alpha’s thickness stretching her wide, the weight of gravity making the connection feel permanent, inescapable. Wanda’s fingers dug into Y/N’s shoulders, her nails leaving shallow red crescents as she tried to find her balance in the storm. Her hair fell in a messy, dark curtain around their faces, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"Y-Y/N, I'm still—" she choked out, her voice breaking as another ripple of aftershocks forced her internal walls to clench tight.
"I know," Y/N growled, the sound vibrating from her chest directly into Wanda’s. Y/N didn’t give her a second to recover. She gripped Wanda’s waist with bruising strength, her large hands nearly meeting around the Omega’s narrow middle, and began to lift and drop her. It was a brutal, punishing pace with a heavy wet thud every time Wanda’s hips hit Y/N’s thighs.
Wanda’s head fell back, her spine arching like a bow. The view from above was dizzying; she could see the way her own pale skin flushed deep red, the way Y/N’s eyes never left her, tracking every expression of pleasure and overwhelm. Each time Y/N drove upward, she hit the very back of Wanda’s throat with a silent scream, the friction against her swollen, sensitive core sending her right back into the peak.
"Look at me, my love," Y/N commanded, her voice a low rumble of Alpha authority. Wanda’s heavy lids fluttered open, her green eyes swimming with tears of pure sensation. She looked down, seeing the way they were fused together.
"You're... you're going to make me crazy,” Wanda sobbed, but she was already moving with her, her hips rolling in a desperate, circular motion to catch more of that searing heat.
"I'm going to mark you," Y/N corrected, her teeth baring in a feral grin as her own climax finally began to roar through her veins.
Y/N’s hands slid from Wanda’s waist to her thighs, pulling them wide and pinning them back so she could drive even deeper. The pace became frantic, a blur of skin and sweat and the sweet, heavy scent of an Omega being thoroughly claimed. Y/N’s breath hitched, her muscles cording until they looked like stone, and with one final, devastatingly deep thrust, she locked her arms around Wanda and held her tight, her own roar of release muffled against Wanda’s pulsing neck.
The air was thick with the scent of spent adrenaline and the heavy, sweet musk of a satisfied Omega. Y/N didn't let the distance last for more than a second; she rolled them back over, pinning Wanda into the soft mattress while remaining buried deep within her. Wanda’s body was a mess of beautiful tremors, her breath coming in broken, shallow sobs as the aftershocks of her second climax continued to ripple through her.
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—Y/N began to withdraw.
The sound was wet and heavy, a soft suction as the friction finally broke. Y/N stayed braced on her elbows, her gaze dropping to the space between Wanda’s legs as she pulled her knees further apart, exposing her completely.
"Look what you did," Y/N murmured, her voice a low, dark growl of pride. Y/N wasn't satisfied yet.
She hovered over Wanda, her shadow draped over the Omega’s trembling form like a protective shroud. Y/N leaned down, her lips brushing against Wanda’s ear, sending a fresh jolt of electricity through her already over-sensitized nerves. She pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point in Wanda’s neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her surrender.
“One more time, babe,” Y/N rasped against her skin, her voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that left no room for argument.
Wanda’s eyes, still hazy and unfocused from the previous peaks, fluttered open. She looked up at her Alpha, seeing the raw, unyielding hunger that still burned in Y/N’s gaze. Her body was a map of exhaustion and pleasure, her muscles feeling like lead, yet at the suggestion, a fresh wave of heat bloomed deep in her belly.
"Y/N... I'm so..." Wanda started, her voice a fragile thread, but she didn't finish the sentence. Instead, her legs, which had been resting weakly on the mattress, slowly slid back up Y/N’s sides. Her ankles crossed at the small of Y/N’s back, pulling her back into the cradle of her thighs.
"You're what?" Y/N murmured, pulling back just enough to capture Wanda’s gaze. She took her thumb, still coated in the evidence of their first rounds, and dragged it slowly across Wanda’s bottom lip, painting it with the slick heat.
"Do you want me to stop?" Y/N asked, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to settle right in the marrow of Wanda's bones.
Wanda shook her head, the movement frantic against the pillow. "No," she breathed, the word carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken vows. "Never. Please."
Y/N’s expression softened, the fierce, possessive fire in her eyes banking into a warm, glowing ember of pure devotion. She didn't surge forward with the same primal urgency as before; instead, she leaned down and captured Wanda’s lips in a kiss that was achingly tender. It wasn't a demand, but a sanctuary. It tasted of salt, of sweetness, and of a bond that had been forged in battle and tempered in the quiet intimacy of their shared morning.
Wanda’s hands slid from Y/N’s chest to her neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of her head, pulling her closer as if trying to merge their very souls. As Y/N began to move again—a slow, deep, and deliberate rhythm that prioritized every sensation—Wanda let out a soft, broken sigh into the kiss.
---
An Hour Later
By the time Wanda finished her coffee, Y/N was already halfway through the plate.
Actually—no.
Not halfway. Nearly done.
Wanda leaned back against the headboard, blanket wrapped loosely around her bare body, one leg tucked beneath the other as she watched. Amused. Very amused.
Y/N sat beside the bed, only the sheet loosely draped around her waist—completely forgotten as she focused on the food. Her hair was still a mess, her skin still faintly flushed, and her chest completely bare as she leaned forward over the tray.
Focused. Determined. Absolutely devouring everything in front of her.
Wanda smirked into her mug. “Y/N…”
No response.
Y/N didn’t even look up.
“Y/N.”
A distracted hum this time.
Wanda shook her head, amused. “Slow down.”
That got her a glance. Just a quick one.
“I am,” Y/N said, completely serious—before immediately taking another bite.
Wanda raised an eyebrow. “You’re inhaling it.”
“I’m refueling,” Y/N corrected, already reaching for the next piece.
Wanda laughed softly, shaking her head as she took another sip of her coffee. “You’re unbelievable.”
Y/N just shrugged, unconcerned, finishing the last of what was on the plate before reaching for something else.
For a moment, Wanda just… watched her.
The way she relaxed now—fully, without that constant edge she used to carry. The way she ate without pretending she wasn’t hungry. The way she stayed close, even without realizing it—her knee brushing against the side of the bed, like she needed that contact.
Wanda’s expression softened.
“You really were hungry,” she murmured.
Y/N huffed lightly, finishing her bite before finally looking up at her properly. “I always am,” she said—but then her tone shifted, quieter, more genuine. “But… yours is different.”
Wanda tilted her head slightly. “Different how?”
Y/N leaned back just a little, resting her hand against the edge of the bed near Wanda’s leg.
“Better,” she said simply. “I love your food.” The words were easy—but they landed heavier than they sounded.
Wanda blinked, just for a second, caught off guard by how sincere it was.
“…Yeah?” she asked softly.
Y/N nodded, a faint smile pulling at her lips. “Yeah. You actually think about it. What I’d like. What I need.” She glanced down at the tray, then back at Wanda. “It’s not just food.”
Wanda’s chest warmed, something quiet and steady settling there.
“You’re saying I take care of you?” she teased lightly.
Y/N didn’t even hesitate. “You do.”
That wiped the teasing right off Wanda’s face. Her gaze softened again—deeper this time.
“Good,” she said, almost a whisper.
Y/N nudged her knee gently with her shoulder, grounding the moment before it got too heavy.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she added.
Wanda smirked faintly. “Too late.”
Y/N rolled her eyes—but her hand slid up, resting briefly over Wanda’s through the blanket.
A quiet, steady touch. And she didn’t pull away.
---
After breakfast, Y/N took a quick shower and got dressed—nothing fancy, just something clean and comfortable. Wanda lingered in the room, stretched out on the bed with that same soft, content look she’d been wearing all morning, watching Y/N move around like she didn’t want to miss a second of it.
“I’ll be back after debrief,” Y/N said, stepping closer to press a quick kiss to Wanda’s lips.
Wanda smiled against it. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t,” Y/N promised, brushing her thumb along Wanda’s cheek before heading out.
---
Y/N pushed open the door to the debriefing room.
Clint, Sam, and Steve were already there.
Clint was halfway through a bottle of water, Sam leaned back in his chair like he owned the place, and Steve stood near the screen, flipping through mission data.
Y/N didn’t waste time.
“Let’s make this quick,” she said, moving to take a seat.
Sam immediately perked up, a grin spreading across his face. “Or else what?” he asked, glancing at Clint. “Maximoff’s gonna come looking for you?”
Y/N paused mid-step, turning her head just enough to fix Sam with a look.
“I know you’re jealous, Wilson,” she said calmly.
Clint let out a quiet “oh—” under his breath.
Y/N dropped into her chair, leaning back like she had all the time in the world now.
“But yeah,” she added, completely unbothered. “That would be accurate.”
Clint choked on his water.
“—What?” he coughed, wiping his mouth as he stared between them.
Sam blinked once, then leaned back further, shaking his head. “Oh, it’s like that now?”
Y/N just smirked faintly.
Steve, meanwhile, didn’t even look surprised. He cleared his throat, stepping forward slightly. “Alright,” he said, bringing the focus back. “Let’s get started.”
The screen lit up behind him as the debrief began.
Y/N leaned forward just slightly, attention shifting—but there was still that quiet ease in her posture now.
Like part of her was already somewhere else.
Somewhere down the hall. Waiting for her.
---
Wanda’s POV
Y/N was taking too long.
Wanda told herself it was just a debrief. That it always took time. That Steve liked to go over every detail at least twice.
Still—
Too long.
She sighed, pushing herself off the bed, fingers absently smoothing down her clothes before she headed out. Her steps were quiet at first… then a little faster the closer she got.
By the time she reached the debriefing room, she slowed. The door was slightly open. Wanda peeked in. Only two people inside.
Steve and Y/N. Which meant it was over.
So why was she still there?
Wanda’s lips pressed into a small pout before she could stop herself.
Before she even had the chance to knock—
Y/N noticed her.
Her head turned immediately, like she’d felt her there more than seen her. Their eyes met. And just like that, Y/N’s expression softened.
“Thanks, Steve,” Y/N said, already stepping away.
Steve gave a small nod, glancing briefly toward Wanda before turning back to whatever he’d been reviewing.
Y/N didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room in a few easy steps and stopped right in front of Wanda.
“Hey,” she said softly.
Wanda didn’t answer right away. She just looked at her.
Then—
Her pout deepened.
Y/N blinked once, then sighed quietly, a small, fond smile tugging at her lips. “Sorry,” she said, stepping closer. “Took longer than I thought.”
Wanda crossed her arms, leaning lightly against the doorframe. “Why were you still talking to Steve?” she asked.
Y/N tilted her head slightly. “Debrief—”
“No,” Wanda cut in softly, her pout still there. “After.”
Y/N paused.
Wanda’s eyes searched her face, something more vulnerable slipping through now.
“…Are you going on another mission?” she asked.
There it was. That part of her. The one that didn’t like distance. Didn’t like not knowing. Didn’t like the idea of Y/N walking away again.
Her pout deepened just a little more.
Y/N didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stepped forward, closing the space between them—and leaned in. Pressing a soft kiss right against Wanda’s pout.
Wanda froze for half a second. Then her lips softened under it.
When Y/N pulled back, she shook her head slightly. “No,” she said gently.
Wanda blinked, relief flickering—but she still looked at her, waiting.
Y/N’s thumb brushed lightly along her cheek.
“I was asking Steve for a leave,” she explained.
Wanda’s brows pulled together slightly—
And then her pout came back.
“…Leave?” she repeated.
Her voice softened.
“You’re leaving?”
There it was again. That quiet worry.
Y/N huffed a small laugh under her breath, shaking her head. “Of course not,” she said, amused.
Wanda frowned. “Then—”
“I got a leave for both of us.”
That made Wanda pause. Her expression shifted—confusion first, then curiosity.
“…Both of us?”
Y/N nodded, her hand sliding gently to Wanda’s waist.
“I don’t want you here for your heat,” she said, voice lower now, more thoughtful. “Not in the compound. Not with everyone around. Not with missions hanging over us.”
Wanda’s breath caught slightly.
Y/N’s gaze softened as she continued. “I want us somewhere else. Quiet. Just us.” A small pause. “When it happens… I want it to be ours.”
The meaning settled between them. Clear. Important.
Wanda’s cheeks flushed instantly.
Her eyes dropped for a second, a shy warmth replacing the earlier pout.
Her next heat.
When they would—
Her fingers curled lightly into Y/N’s shirt.
“…You thought about all that?” she asked softly.
Y/N smiled faintly. “Of course I did.”
Wanda looked back up at her.
And this time—
She smiled. Soft and a little flustered. But certain.
“I like that,” she admitted quietly.
Y/N’s expression softened even more, her thumb brushing along Wanda’s cheek again.
“Yeah?”
Wanda nodded.
“Yeah.”
And just like that—
The idea of what was coming didn’t feel overwhelming.
It felt right.
---
One month Later
Y/N’s POV
One month passed fast.
Y/N tightened her grip on the steering wheel just slightly as the cabin finally came into view through the trees.
Quiet. Secluded. Exactly what she wanted.
The lake stretched out just beyond it, water catching the light in soft ripples, and behind it—mountains. Tall, still, shielding the entire place from the rest of the world.
Y/N glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah.”
Wanda didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to.
A few minutes later, they stepped out of the car.
Y/N grabbed their bags easily, dropping them just inside the cabin without bothering to unpack yet. When she turned back—Wanda was already outside again. Standing near the edge of the clearing, looking out at the lake.
Taking it all in.
Y/N’s chest tightened just a little at the sight.
She walked up behind her quietly, arms sliding around Wanda’s waist, pulling her back into her.
Wanda leaned into it instantly.
Like she always did.
“Do you like it?” Y/N asked, her voice low, close to her ear.
Wanda smiled, resting back against her. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I really do.”
Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, lingering there for a second.
“Good,” she murmured.
For a moment, they just stood there. No rush. No noise. Just the sound of the water and the wind moving through the trees.
Then Y/N pulled back slightly.
“…You want to go swim?” she asked.
Wanda blinked, surprised—then laughed softly.
“Now?”
Y/N shrugged. “Why not?”
Wanda turned in her arms, eyes bright now.
“We didn’t even unpack.”
“Later.”
Wanda studied her for half a second—
Then smiled.
“Okay.”
The water was colder than it looked. Wanda gasped the second she stepped in, grabbing onto Y/N’s arm instinctively.
“It’s freezing!” she laughed.
Y/N huffed, wading in beside her like it was nothing. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t believe you,” Wanda said, but she didn’t let go.
Y/N smirked faintly. “Give it a minute.”
Wanda narrowed her eyes at her—
Then splashed her.
Y/N blinked, water dripping down her face.
“…Really?”
Wanda grinned. And that was enough.
Y/N reached for her, pulling her closer as Wanda laughed, trying—and failing—to escape.
The cold didn’t matter after that.
Not really.
They stayed in the water longer than they meant to, drifting, laughing, settling into something easy and light.
No weight. No pressure.
Just time.
Just them.
And for once—
That was enough.
---
Later that Night
Y/N woke suddenly.
Not to a sound.
Not to movement.
To heat.
It wrapped around her first—thick, heavy, unmistakable. Her body tensed instinctively, awareness snapping into place as something deeper stirred low in her gut.
Then she felt it. Pressure.
A tight, aching pull in her core that hadn’t been there when she fell asleep. Her breath slowed.
“…Wanda.”
Y/N’s eyes opened. The room was dark, the faint glow of moonlight spilling in through the window—but she didn’t need light to know.
She could feel it. And smell it.
Wanda’s omega pheromones had shifted.
No longer soft. No longer calm.
They filled the air now—sweet, heavy, and pulsing with heat. It clung to Y/N’s skin, wrapped around her senses, sank straight into her instincts like a spark to dry kindling.
It had started.
Y/N turned immediately.
Wanda was there, beside her—but different. Her breathing was uneven, shallow, lips parted slightly as soft, strained exhales slipped past them. Her body shifted restlessly against the sheets, like she couldn’t get comfortable.
Y/N moved closer without hesitation, one arm sliding around Wanda’s waist, pulling her in against her. Wanda melted into it instantly like she’d been waiting. Her body pressed flush against Y/N’s, heat radiating from her skin, her breath hitching as she buried herself closer.
Y/N tightened her hold, grounding. “I’ve got you,” she murmured softly.
She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Wanda’s cheek—slow, reassuring.
“My love…”
Wanda made a soft, broken sound at that. Her eyes fluttered open—glassy, unfocused, already lost in that haze. Her brows pulled together slightly as she looked at Y/N, like she was trying to anchor herself there.
“Y/N…” she whimpered quietly.
Y/N’s chest tightened.
She brushed her thumb gently along Wanda’s cheek.
“Is it starting?” she asked softly—even though she already knew.
Wanda nodded.
Small. Unsteady.
Her fingers curled into Y/N’s shirt, pulling herself closer, like distance wasn’t something she could tolerate anymore.
“It hurts,” Wanda whispered, voice trembling.
Y/N shifted immediately, pulling her closer, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, guiding her gently into the crook of her neck.
“I know,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Wanda buried herself there, breathing her in like she needed it to survive, her body pressing tighter, searching for relief, for grounding, for her.
Y/N’s instincts surged—but she held them steady. Controlled but present.
Her nose brushed lightly along Wanda’s temple as she exhaled slowly, keeping herself anchored.
“You’re okay,” she whispered. “You’re safe. We’re right here.”
Wanda let out another soft, needy sound, her body curling closer still, legs tangling with Y/N’s, trying to close any space left between them.
Y/N tightened her hold just enough to meet it—firm, protective, but careful.
The air in the bedroom had become an ocean of thick, intoxicating pheromones, making every breath Y/N took feel like she was inhaling Wanda’s very essence. Beneath the sheets, the heat was astronomical. Y/N could feel her own length, already stone-hard and pulsing with a heavy, demanding ache, pressing firmly against Wanda’s thigh. It was an instinctive response to the scent of an omega, her omega, in the first true throes of a natural heat—a biological lock and key snapping into place.
Y/N’s hand, splayed wide across the small of Wanda’s back, pulled her flush against her. The contact was electric. The second their bodies fully connected, Wanda let out a long, shuddering moan that vibrated against Y/N’s chest. Her head fell back, her neck arching as she looked up at Y/N through the dark. Her pupils blown wide with a need that went far beyond the physical.
"Y/N... please," Wanda whispered, her voice a ragged, broken thread of sound. "It’s... it’s so much."
"I know, sweetheart," Y/N rasped, her own voice dropping into that low, gravelly Alpha tone that vibrated with protective authority. "I’m right here. I’m not letting go."
Y/N leaned down, her shadow falling over Wanda’s face just before their lips met. The kiss wasn't like the ones before—it wasn't a greeting or a teasing promise. It was a claim. It was deep, hungry, and tasted of the heat rising between them. Y/N’s tongue swept into Wanda’s mouth, claiming her with a desperate intensity that Wanda met with equal fervor, her hands coming up to clutch at Y/N’s hair, pulling her down as if she wanted to merge their very souls.
As they kissed, Y/N’s hand began to wander, sliding down from Wanda’s waist to the curve of her hip. She could feel the way Wanda’s skin was slick with a light sheen of sweat, her body radiating a feverish warmth. Wanda’s legs tangled more tightly with Y/N’s, her hips giving a small, instinctive tilt upward—searching for the hard, blunt pressure of Y/N’s hardness, needing the grounding weight of her Alpha to anchor her in the rising storm of her heat.
Y/N broke the kiss just an inch, her breathing harsh and uneven against Wanda’s lips. "You're so hot, Wanda," she murmured, her nose brushing against Wanda's. "You smell... incredible."
Wanda whimpered, a soft, needy sound that broke in the back of her throat. "Make it stop," she pleaded, her hips twitching again. "The aching... Y/N, make it stop."
Y/N’s grip tightened, her Alpha instincts roaring at the plea. She moved her hand lower, her fingers brushing the top of Wanda’s thigh, moving toward the center of that radiating heat. "I've got you," Y/N promised, her eyes burning gold in the moonlight. "I'm going to take care of you."
Y/N leaned in, capturing Wanda’s mouth in another deep, possessive kiss that tasted of salt and desperate need. While their tongues tangled, Y/N’s hand moved with purpose, hooking into the waistband of Wanda’s soft shorts. She didn’t hesitate, peeling them down over Wanda’s hips and down her slender thighs, discarding them somewhere into the shadows of the cabin floor.
Wanda was already drenched. The thick, floral scent of her omega slick was intoxicating, a physical invitation that Y/N’s Alpha couldn't ignore. The moment her skin was bared to the cool cabin air, Wanda’s instincts took over; her legs fell open wide, her knees flaring outward in a silent, vulnerable plea for the contact she was dying for.
Y/N broke the kiss only to trail her lips down Wanda’s jaw to her ear, whispering low promises as she shifted. With a gentle but firm strength, she maneuvered Wanda onto her back, centering her on the soft mattress. The rest of Wanda’s clothes followed the shorts—her top pulled over her head and tossed aside until she was completely bare, her skin glowing like ivory in the moonlight. She looked like she was melting into the sheets, her back arching slightly, her chest heaving as her lungs struggled to keep up with the rising fever of her heat.
“You’re so ready for me,” Y/N growled, her voice thick with a dark, primal hunger.
Y/N didn’t waste a second. She sat back on her heels, her fingers working with a frantic efficiency to rid herself of her own clothes. Her shirt was yanked off and dropped, followed quickly by her sweatpants and boxers. The moment the fabric fell away, her cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing with a dark, insistent pulse. It was thick, engorged by the sheer volume of Wanda’s pheromones filling the room.
Wanda’s eyes tracked the movement, her gaze dropping to the sight of Y/N’s arousal. Her breath hitched, a soft, high-pitched whimper escaping her as she wiggled her hips against the mattress, her legs spreading even wider. She was restless, her heels digging into the bed as she tried to bridge the small gap between them, her entire body trembling with the sheer force of a heat that only Y/N could quench.
“Y/N… please,” Wanda sobbed, her hand reaching out to grab Y/N’s wrist, pulling her back down. “Now. I need you now.”
Y/N let out a low, guttural growl that vibrated deep in her chest, the sound echoing the raw, predatory hunger of her Alpha. She was teetering on the edge herself, her vision swimming with the scent of Wanda’s arousal and the sight of her Omega laid bare and pleading beneath her. She shook her head sharply, trying to maintain just a shred of clarity, but the primal pull was too strong.
Moving forward with a slow, deliberate grace, Y/N braced her weight on one hand while the other reached down. Her fingers wrapped around the base of her length, guiding the broad, throbbing head against Wanda’s soaking entrance. The contact was electric; the moment the hot, slick skin met, a jolt of pure fire shot through both of them.
Wanda’s head thrashed against the pillow, her hips wiggling and tilting upward in a desperate, instinctive attempt to usher Y/N inside. "Please... Alpha... please," she choked out, her scarlet eyes glowing with a feral intensity.
Y/N didn't make her wait a second longer. She surged forward, the distance between them vanishing. She didn't stop halfway; she drove all the way in, her hips slamming against Wanda.
The impact was cataclysmic. The sudden, total fullness was more than Wanda’s over-sensitized nerves could handle. Her body went rigid, her back arching so high her shoulder blades barely touched the bed. A long, shattered scream tore from her throat as her first climax hit her with the force of a tidal wave the very moment Y/N seated herself. Her internal walls, already soft and sensitive from the heat, clamped down on Y/N with a bruising, rhythmic violence, milking her length in frantic, desperate pulses.
Y/N let out a choked sound of her own, burying her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin near the scent gland. She stayed buried to the hilt, her muscles cording as she felt the literal waves of Wanda’s pleasure crashing against her, marking the beginning of their long, secluded week of heat.
The air in the cabin seemed to ignite, the scent of Wanda’s climax—a sudden, sharp spike of honeyed ozone—filling Y/N’s lungs and driving her deeper into the Alpha haze. Wanda’s body was a live wire beneath her, shaking with the intensity of a release that felt like it was tearing through her very soul.
Y/N didn’t move for a long moment, allowing the initial, violent tremors of Wanda’s internal walls to settle into a deep, rhythmic throb around her. She was buried so deep she could feel the frantic racing of Wanda’s heart through their joined bodies.
"I've got you," Y/N rasped against Wanda’s skin, her voice a low, possessive rumble. "Breath, sweetheart. Just breathe for me."
Wanda’s hands were locked onto Y/N’s shoulders, her nails drawing shallow lines in her skin as she tried to find her bearings. As the peak of the orgasm slowly ebbed, leaving her in a dazed, hyper-sensitive state, her legs—still hooked high around Y/N’s waist—tightened their hold. The heat wasn't gone; it had simply shifted from a sharp ache to a heavy, pulsing demand.
"Don't... don't stop," Wanda managed to whisper, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the most beautiful green Y/N have ever seen. "Y/N, I need... I need more."
Y/N pulled back slowly, the sound of their slick bodies parting wet and heavy in the quiet room. She withdrew until only the crown of her heat remained within Wanda, feeling the way the Omega’s muscles chased after her, reaching out to pull her back.
Then, with a low growl, Y/N drove back in. This time, the rhythm was relentless. Y/N braced her weight on her palms, her arms cording as she established a pace that was both grounding and punishing. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the sound of their hips meeting a steady, rhythmic slap that echoed off the wooden walls.
Wanda’s head thrashed from side to side, her moans turning into a litany of soft, broken sounds. With every downward strike, Y/N watched the way Wanda’s breasts moved, the way her flushed skin glistened with sweat, and the way her pupils remained blown wide with total surrender.
The natural heat had made Wanda’s core even softer, even more welcoming than before. She felt like molten silk, her body molding itself perfectly to Y/N’s shape. As the friction built, the sweet, heavy musk of the heat intensified, weaving around them until Y/N could no longer tell where her own scent ended and Wanda’s began.
"You're mine," Y/N growled, leaning down to capture Wanda’s lips again, her hips never stuttering in their heavy, driving work. "Everything about you... is mine."
Wanda’s only response was a high, needy keen, her hips rising to meet every strike, her soul opening up just as wide as her body for the Alpha she loved.
Y/N broke the kiss just enough to hover over Wanda’s lips, their breaths mingling in hot, jagged hitches. The Alpha’s eyes were no longer just Y/E/C; they were molten, fixed on Wanda with a terrifyingly beautiful focus.
"I’m going to mark you tonight," Y/N rasped, the words vibrating with the weight of a blood-promise. "Everyone will know whose you are. I’m going to leave my scent so deep in you that you won't be able to think of anything else."
The declaration hit Wanda like a physical blow. Her core gave a violent, involuntary clench, her internal walls gripping Y/N with a desperate, milking pressure that nearly brought the Alpha to her knees. A long, broken moan tore from Wanda's throat, her head falling back as her fingers tangled into the roots of Y/N’s hair, pulling her closer, demanding the weight. Her other hand acted on pure, frenzied instinct, her nails dragging down Y/N’s bicep, leaving stinging red trails that only fueled the fire in the room.
"Yes!" Wanda cried out, her voice cracking with the sheer force of her need. "Yes, Alpha... please. Mark me. Claim me. I want everyone to smell you on me. I want to be yours."
The surrender in her voice was the final spark. Y/N’s restraint shattered into a thousand pieces. She gripped Wanda’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft skin to anchor her, and increased the pace until it was a blurring, rhythmic assault.
The sound of their bodies meeting became a frantic, wet thudding, echoing the raw power of the heat. Y/N began to growl with every downward drive, her teeth baring as she looked down at the woman who was opening herself up so completely. Wanda’s legs were wrapped so tightly around Y/N’s waist that they were practically fused together, her hips rolling and bucking to meet every heavy, soul-deep thrust.
The scent of the room changed—shifting from the sweet floral of the initial heat to something sharper, darker, and more possessive. Y/N leaned down, her nose dragging along Wanda's neck, hovering over the sensitive scent gland there, her breathing coming in harsh, predatory stabs as she prepared to make her words a reality.
The growl wasn't just in Y/N’s throat anymore; it was a physical vibration echoing through her entire skull, a primal command from the Alpha deep within that drowned out every other thought. Mine. Protect. Mark. The internal voice was a roar now, demanding that she seal the bond they had been building for months.
Every heavy, thrust into Wanda’s soaked heat felt like it was carving Y/N’s signature into her soul. Wanda was a mess of scarlet energy and slick skin beneath her, her head thrashing against the pillow as she chanted that one word like a prayer. "Alpha... Alpha, please... my Alpha..."
The sound of her name—of her title—was the final tether snapping.
Y/N’s pace became frantic, a blurring, desperate rhythm that pushed Wanda higher and higher. Y/N leaned down, her breasts crushing Wanda’s heaving breasts, and began to drag her tongue along the side of Wanda’s neck. She licked the skin right over the pulsing scent gland, tasting the salt of Wanda’s sweat and the sweetness of her omega pheromones.
The moment the wet heat of Y/N’s tongue met that sensitive spot, Wanda began to tremble violently. It wasn't just the pleasure; it was the realization of what was coming. Her legs locked around Y/N’s waist with bruising strength, her heels digging into Y/N’s lower back to pull her even deeper, to make the connection absolute.
"Do it," Wanda sobbed into Y/N’s ear, her voice broken and raw. "Mark me, Y/N. I'm ready. I'm yours."
Y/N’s pupils dilated until her eyes were twin pits of black. She could feel the pressure building in her jaw, her Alpha instincts centering entirely on that soft, vulnerable patch of skin. She nipped at the area first, her teeth grazing the surface in a terrifyingly tender warning, causing Wanda to let out a sharp, needy keen.
Below, their bodies were moving in a perfect, frantic harmony, the friction reaching a searing point. Y/N’s hand slid up to cup the side of Wanda’s face, her thumb stroking over her lip, while her other arm hooked under Wanda’s lower back to lift her hips higher, meeting the heavy, final drives of her length.
The air in the cabin was so thick with their scents it was suffocating. Y/N’s growl deepened, a low, vibrating hum that seemed to rattle the very bedframes. She hovered her open mouth over the gland, her breath hot and smelling of the dark, woody musk of an Alpha about to claim her mate for eternity.
The atmosphere in the cabin reached a blistering breaking point as Y/N felt the base of her hardness begin to throb and expand.
Driven by the roar of her Alpha, Y/N didn't hesitate. As the knot surged, she leaned down and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin of Wanda’s neck, right over the pulsing scent gland.
Wanda’s world exploded. The sharp, stinging bite was immediately followed by a rush of something transcendent. The pain was there, but it was drowned in an ocean of pure, soul-deep pleasure. As Y/N’s teeth broke the skin, a psychic and biological bridge snapped into place. Wanda felt Y/N’s Alpha pheromones flood her system, mixing with her own sweet scent to create a new, singular fragrance that labeled her as claimed. The connection was so intense it was physical—she could feel Y/N’s heart, her possessiveness, and her love all at once.
The sheer intensity of being marked sent Wanda spiraling over the edge. Her body seized, her internal walls clamping down on the growing knot in a rhythmic, desperate frenzy. She screamed into the room, her voice a mix of agony and ecstasy as her climax tore through her.
Y/N didn't stop. Even with her teeth buried in Wanda’s neck, she continued to move, her hips hammering against Wanda’s with frantic, heavy jolts. She could feel her own release building, a tidal wave of heat that she couldn't contain. With one final, guttural growl that vibrated through Wanda’s entire frame, Y/N slammed her hips forward locking into Wanda’s heat. In that second, Y/N felt the world narrow down to this one woman. The bond was sealed; Wanda was her Omega, her mate, her everything.
The room fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by their ragged, synchronized breathing.
Y/N slowly released her hold on Wanda’s neck. She pulled back just enough to see the jagged, red mark she had left—a permanent brand of her love. Instinctively, Y/N leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the small beads of blood away. Her Alpha saliva, rich with healing enzymes and her unique scent, acted instantly, the bleeding stopping as the mark began to settle into a deep, bruised violet.
She pressed a tender kiss to the fresh mark, her hands shaking slightly from the comedown of the adrenaline. Below, they were still firmly locked together, a physical anchor that ensured neither could pull away.
Wanda was draped across the mattress like silk, her limbs heavy and trembling with the sheer weight of the bond that had just been forged. Even though the initial explosion of her climax had passed, her body wasn't finished. The fresh mark on her neck acted like a live wire, sending constant, buzzing signals of Y/N’s presence directly into her nervous system.
Every time Y/N’s chest rumbled with a low, grounding purr, Wanda’s internal muscles gave another frantic, helpless squeeze around the knot. She was trapped in a loop of micro-orgasms—short, sharp bursts of pleasure that made her toes curl and her breath hitch in small, broken gasps.
"Y/N... oh, god... stop," Wanda whimpered, her eyes rolled back into her head. "Everything... it’s too much... I can’t stop."
Y/N heard the distress beneath the pleasure and immediately went still. She braced her weight on her forearms, keeping her body as motionless as possible to avoid any unnecessary friction against Wanda’s over-sensitized walls. Her own heart was still thudding like a war drum, but she forced her muscles to relax, turning her focus entirely on her mate’s comfort.
A deep, resonant vibration started in the center of Y/N’s chest—a true Alpha’s rumble. It wasn't the predatory growl from moments ago; it was a low-frequency hum designed to soothe, to stabilize, and to communicate safety.
"Shh, I’ve got you," Y/N murmured, her voice vibrating against Wanda’s temple. "Just breathe with me, sweetheart. Focus on my scent. Nothing else."
As Y/N’s chest rumbled against Wanda’s, the Alpha’s pheromones began to shift. The sharp, aggressive scent of the hunt mellowed into a thick, protective cloud of sandalwood and rain. It acted like a sedative, wrapping around Wanda and telling her instincts that the "threat" was over—that she was claimed, protected, and home.
Wanda’s fingers, which had been spasmodically clutching the sheets, slowly found Y/N’s arms. She clung to her, her head tucking into the crook of Y/N’s shoulder as she fought to regulate her breathing. The micro-orgasms began to slow, turning from sharp stabs into long, low throbs of warmth that radiated out from their joined centers.
In the quiet of the cabin, with only the sound of the wind in the trees outside, they stayed perfectly still—fused together by biology and soul, waiting for the storm to fully pass so they could finally rest in the peace they had earned.
The silence that followed was heavy and sweet, filled only with the rhythmic sound of their synchronized breathing. Y/N remained perfectly still for a long time, her chin resting on Wanda’s shoulder, her chest continuing that low, protective rumble until she felt the tension finally bleed out of Wanda’s limbs. Slowly, the intense internal pressure began to ease. The knot, which had held them in a literal, biological lock, finally started to subside. As it shrunk, the physical anchor loosened, and Y/N began the painstaking process of withdrawing.
She moved with agonizing slowness, careful not to jostle the bed or trigger another flare of sensitivity in Wanda’s core. The sound of their parting was a soft, wet slip—a final, intimate echo of the night. As she fully exited, the pooled warmth of their mingled fluids spilled onto the sheets, a messy but beautiful testament to the claim she had just laid.
Y/N sat back on her heels for a moment, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her skin, but her eyes never left her Omega.
Wanda was out. The sheer intensity of the marking, combined with the heat and the multiple climaxes, had finally pulled her under into a deep, restorative sleep. Her head was tilted to the side, her lips slightly parted, and her hair was a dark, tangled halo against the white pillows.
Y/N’s gaze drifted to the mark on Wanda’s neck. It was already beginning to settle—a deep, flushed violet blossom that looked like a rose petal pressed against her skin. It was vibrant and clear, the mark of a bond that would now radiate Y/N’s scent to anyone who came near.
A surge of fierce, protective love swelled in Y/N’s chest. She reached for the discarded blanket at the foot of the bed and pulled it up, draping it gently over Wanda’s bare, shivering shoulders. Then, moving with the quiet grace of a predator turned guardian, Y/N climbed back into the bed. She didn't seek to wake her; she simply curled her body around Wanda’s back, pulling her close so that their heartbeats could find that same steady rhythm once more.
Wanda let out a tiny, unconscious hum of contentment in her sleep, her body curving instinctively back into Y/N’s heat. Y/N closed her eyes, burying her nose in the back of Wanda’s neck, right next to the new mark.
She was home. They were one. And for the first time in a long time, the world outside the cabin ceased to exist.
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Few Hours Later
Wanda’s POV
The cabin was bathed in the soft, blue-gray light of the early pre-dawn hours. Wanda’s eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as a second wave of heat surged through her—this one sharper, more focused, and burning with an intensity she hadn't felt before.
The marking had changed everything. It wasn't just a general, biological need anymore; it was a targeted, soul-deep craving for the specific Alpha whose scent was now permanently woven into her own. Her body felt sensitized to the point of pain, her skin humming with a restless energy that demanded contact.
She shifted, her gaze falling on Y/N, who was still deeply asleep beside her. But even in sleep, Y/N’s body was responding to the bond. The air was thick with a new, heavier scent—darker than before, smelling of cedar and salt. Y/N’s rut was being triggered early, her biology racing to match Wanda’s heat now that they were marked.
Wanda didn’t hesitate. Driven by a primal hunger, she crawled over, straddling Y/N’s hips. She felt the heavy, throbbing heat of Y/N’s hardness already straining against her thigh, rock-hard even in unconsciousness.
Wanda let out a low, shaky moan, her head falling back as she lowered herself just enough to press her soaking-wet core directly against Y/N’s length. She began to grind downward, a slow, desperate slide that smeared her slick along Y/N’s skin.
The reaction was instantaneous. Y/N’s eyes flew open, the irises already glowing a fierce, predatory gold. A deep, guttural growl ripped from her throat—a sound of pure Alpha instinct answering the call of its mate. Her hands snapped up, her fingers digging into Wanda’s waist with a possessive grip that left no room for doubt.
"Wanda..." Y/N rasped, her voice a raw, vibrating rumble.
"Again," Wanda breathed, her eyes glowing scarlet as she leaned forward, her hair brushing against Y/N’s face. "I need you again. Right now."
Y/N’s grip tightened, her pupils dilating as the scent of Wanda’s renewed heat hit her like a physical blow. The rut was taking hold, flooding her system with a protective, driving need to claim her Omega all over again. Without a word, Y/N surged upward, meeting Wanda’s desperate rhythm with a powerful tilt of her hips, the friction of their bodies sparking a fire that promised to burn through the rest of the night.
The air in the cabin was thick enough to taste, saturated with the heavy, sweet scent of Wanda’s heat and the dark, musky ozone of Y/N’s emerging rut. Wanda let out a high, fractured moan as Y/N’s hands slid from her waist to her thighs, the Alpha’s grip bruisingly firm as she anchored her Omega.
Y/N surged upward, capturing Wanda’s lips in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a collision. It was desperate and hungry, their tongues tangling with a frantic energy that mirrored the pulse of their joined heartbeats. While their mouths were fused, Y/N’s large hands moved to Wanda’s hips, lifting her just enough to create space.
Wanda didn’t need to be told what to do. Her fingers, trembling with the force of her second wave, reached down between their bodies. She found the head of Y/N’s member—already weeping with pre-scent and throbbing with the force of the rut—and guided it to her soaking entrance. The moment the tip touched her, Wanda let out a sob of pure relief and sat down hard.
Y/N’s head snapped back against the pillow, a deep, primal growl ripping from her chest as she was buried to the hilt in one singular, devastating motion. The feeling was staggering; Wanda’s internal walls were even hotter than before, pulsing with a new, frantic rhythm that seemed to demand everything Y/N had to give.
Wanda didn't give either of them a second to adjust. She immediately began to bounce, her hips moving in a relentless, vertical rhythm that sent wet, slapping echoes throughout the quiet room. Her hands stayed locked on Y/N’s shoulders, her nails digging in as she used the Alpha as an anchor, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Yes... yes, Alpha," Wanda whimpered, her voice a broken, needy thread.
Y/N’s hands moved back to Wanda’s waist, her thumbs digging into the soft skin as she began to thrust upward to meet every downward strike. The pace was frantic, fueled by the raw, unyielding power of the rut. Every time they bottomed out, the mark on Wanda’s neck seemed to pulse in time with their movements, a violet brand that glowed in the dim light. Y/N was losing herself to the haze, her only focus the wet, sliding heat of her Omega and the desperate need to fill her until she couldn't take any more.
The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of an Alpha in the beginning of a rut—a heavy, intoxicating musk of cedar and darkened spice that made Wanda’s head swim. She was driven by an instinct that surpassed the physical; she didn't just want to be claimed anymore; she needed to stake her own claim, to weave her scent so deeply into Y/N that the bond would be a two-way street of absolute belonging.
While her hips continued their relentless, vertical assault, Wanda leaned forward, her chest crushing against Y/N’s heaving torso. She trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along Y/N’s jawline, her breath hitching every time she felt Y/N’s legnth hit the very back of her heat.
Finally, she found it—the pulsing scent gland at the base of Y/N’s neck.
Wanda let out a low, feral sound, her green eyes glowing with a terrifying beauty. She licked the spot first, her tongue dragging over the skin to prepare it, tasting the salt and the raw Alpha pheromones that were currently flooding the room. Beneath her, Y/N’s growl turned into a choked sound of surprise and desire, her hands tightening on Wanda’s hips until her knuckles were white.
"Wanda..." Y/N warned, her voice a gravelly, base-heavy rumble, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her neck, offering herself up, her own rut-driven instincts demanding this surrender to her mate.
Wanda didn't hesitate. She nipped at the skin first, her teeth grazing the surface as her hips bucked harder, the friction below reaching a fever pitch. Then, with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, she sank her teeth in.
The bite was deep and possessive. Y/N let out a loud, pained roar that quickly dissolved into a groan of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. As Wanda’s teeth broke the skin, the bond between them solidified into something unbreakable. Wanda felt the rush of Y/N’s Alpha essence pouring into her, while her own Omega pheromones flooded Y/N’s system through the mark. It was a psychic explosion; for a moment, they weren't two people, but one singular pulse of energy.
Wanda didn't let go, her mouth staying clamped onto Y/N’s neck as she continued to bounce, her internal walls clamping down on Y/N in a frantic, celebratory rhythm. She was marking her Alpha, branding the woman she loved with her own scent, ensuring that for the rest of their lives, Y/N would carry the unmistakable trace of Wanda Maximoff in her very skin.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a feedback loop of sensation that pushed them both toward a crashing, synchronized peak. Below, the wet, rhythmic slapping of their bodies was the only sound in the room, a primal drumbeat to the finalization of their soul-bond.
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Four Days Later
Y/N’s POV
Y/N woke slowly.
Not abruptly like before—no sharp instinct pulling her up, no fire racing through her veins.
Just… warmth. Heavy, deep, settling warmth.
And soreness.
God—she was sore.
Every muscle ached in that dull, lived-in way that came after days of… not resting at all.
But she smiled. Immediately.
Because she felt it.
The bond.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t overwhelming anymore. It was… constant. Steady. Like a second heartbeat woven into her own.
Her Omega.
Y/N opened her eyes. Wanda was sprawled across her—half on top of her chest, half tangled in her arms and legs like she had no intention of ever leaving. Y/N’s hand instinctively came up, resting at Wanda’s back, fingers spreading there gently.
Warm.
Real.
Yours.
Her gaze drifted to Wanda’s neck.
The mark.
Deep violet now, settled into her skin like it had always belonged there. It pulsed faintly—not physically, but in the way Y/N felt it. A quiet hum that connected them, anchored them.
Mine.
Y/N exhaled softly.
“…Yeah,” she murmured under her breath.
Her eyes lifted, finally taking in the room properly.
And—yeah.
It looked like a hurricane had passed through. Sheets twisted beyond recognition, half hanging off the bed. Clothes scattered in every direction. One of the pillows—completely destroyed—feathers everywhere, clinging to the floor, the bed, even stuck to Wanda’s hair.
Y/N huffed a quiet laugh. “We really—” she muttered, glancing around again. “Yeah… that tracks.”
Her hand moved absently, brushing a stray feather from Wanda’s shoulder.
Wanda stirred. Just slightly at first. A soft sound left her—half sigh, half hum—as she shifted against Y/N, pressing closer instead of pulling away.
Y/N’s attention snapped back to her instantly.
Everything else—Gone.
“Hey…” Y/N murmured, voice softer now.
Wanda’s eyes fluttered open slowly.
Still a little hazy. Still warm. But clear. Grounded.
Her gaze found Y/N’s almost immediately—and softened.
There it was. That look.
The one that always got her.
“…Hi,” Wanda whispered, voice rough from sleep.
Y/N smiled, brushing her thumb gently along Wanda’s side.
“Hi.”
For a second, neither of them moved. Just looking at each other. Breathing the same air. Feeling the same quiet connection settle between them.
Then Wanda shifted slightly, her head lifting just enough to rest her chin on Y/N’s chest. Her fingers slid up slowly, tracing along Y/N’s collarbone—then higher. Until they reached her neck.
Y/N stilled.
Wanda’s touch was gentle.
Reverent. Her fingers brushed over the mark she’d left there.
Wanda smiled. Soft. Warm. Completely at peace.
Her thumb traced over it again, slower this time—like she was memorizing it, like she still couldn’t quite believe it was real.
Y/N didn’t move. She just watched her.
Really watched her.
The way Wanda’s expression softened, the quiet happiness in her eyes, the calm that had replaced all the chaos from before—
It hit something deep in Y/N’s chest.
“…You regret it?” Y/N asked lightly, a teasing edge in her voice that didn’t quite hide how closely she was watching her reaction.
Wanda’s gaze snapped back to her immediately.
And she shook her head.
“No.”
Simple but certain.
Her hand slid up, cupping Y/N’s face gently, thumb brushing along her cheek.
“I never imagined…” Wanda admitted softly, her voice thoughtful, almost a little awed. “That I would be marked by an Alpha.”
Y/N’s expression shifted slightly—something quieter, more vulnerable flickering there.
Wanda smiled faintly. “But I’m glad I am.” Her thumb brushed once more over the mark on Y/N’s neck.
“I’m happy,” she continued, voice warm, steady, “that I’m marked… and that I got to mark my Alpha.”
Her eyes met Y/N’s again.
“My fated Alpha.”
That did something to Y/N.
Something deep.
Wanda leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering peck to her lips.
“I love you,” she murmured.
Y/N’s hand slid up Wanda’s back, pulling her just a little closer as she breathed her in.
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
When they pulled apart—
Wanda blinked.
Her gaze drifted past Y/N’s shoulder.
And then—
She froze.
“…Oh.”
Y/N huffed softly. “Yeah.”
Wanda pushed herself up slightly, the blanket slipping as she looked around properly this time.
The room was—
Destroyed.
Feathers everywhere. Sheets twisted beyond saving. Clothes scattered like they’d been thrown in a storm. One pillow completely torn open, its contents decorating half the cabin.
Wanda’s eyes widened.
“…We did this?” she asked, half incredulous, half amused.
Y/N smirked faintly, stretching slightly despite the soreness.
“We did that,” she corrected.
Wanda looked back at her, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Everyone thinks you’re just friends. They see the way she leans in close when you laugh, the casual touches, the shared glances. They assume it’s harmless fun. That you’re two girls who click really well. They have no idea how wrong they are. Because the truth lives in stolen moments like this.
The bar bathroom is small and dimly lit, the bass from the music outside vibrating through the walls. She followed you in under the excuse of “fixing your hair,” but the second the door locked, she had you pressed against the sink, mouth on yours like she’d been starving for it all night.
Her tongue slides against yours, deep and filthy, while her hand slips under your dress. Two fingers push inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your knees weak. You moan into her mouth, gripping her shoulders as she fucks you with steady, practiced strokes.
“Third time today,” she murmurs against your lips, smirking. “You’re such a greedy little thing for me, aren’t you?” You can barely answer. Your head falls back as she adds a third finger, stretching you open while her thumb circles your clit. She kisses down your neck, sucking lightly, careful not to leave marks where people might see.
“Come on, baby,” she whispers, voice low and sweet. “Let me feel you. I want you to soak my hand again.” You come hard, biting down on her shoulder to stay quiet, thighs shaking around her wrist. She works you through it, murmuring soft praises against your ear until your breathing evens out.
She pulls her fingers out slowly, brings them to her mouth, and licks them clean while holding your gaze. Then she kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She fixes your dress with gentle hands, adjusts your hair for you, and smiles like she didn’t just ruin you in a public bathroom.
“Ready to go back out there?” she asks, voice innocent. You nod, legs still shaky. No one outside has any idea what just happened. And that’s exactly how you both like it.
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Pairing: Professor Wanda Maximoff x Student Reader
Rating: M 18+ Smut
Summary: Wanda and Y/N stop pretending there’s any space left between them. One quiet night turns into something neither of them is trying to hold back anymore. No distance. No hesitation. Just the moment they finally stop avoiding what they already are to each other.
Author's Note: I have had this written for a while and kept putting off proof reading it and after several times, I just decided to post it.
Warnings: smut, teacher/student, fem!reader
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The words didn’t disappear after you said them.
They didn’t soften or fade or get lost in the quiet.
They stayed there.
Heavy. Real.
“I love you.”
Wanda didn’t move.
For a second, you thought maybe she hadn’t heard you. Her face was still tucked against your neck, her breath warm against your skin, her body still pressed into yours like nothing had changed.
But then…
Her fingers stilled.
That soft, absent tracing along your side stopped completely.
And the silence shifted.
Not empty.
Just… different.
You felt it immediately, the way your stomach tightened, the way your chest started to feel a little too full.
“Wanda…” you started, softer this time.
She inhaled slowly against your neck.
Then exhaled.
And finally, she moved.
Not away, not completely, but enough to look at you.
Her hand slid up your arm as she pushed herself up slightly, her weight shifting just enough so you could see her face. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, her lips still flushed, her expression unreadable in a way that made your pulse spike.
Not cold.
Not distant.
Just… thinking.
Her eyes searched yours.
“You really like making things complicated, don’t you?” she said quietly.
There was no bite to it.
If anything, her voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.
Your chest tightened.
“That’s not fair,” you murmured, your fingers tightening slightly where they rested against her arm. “I just, I didn’t mean to just… say it like that, it just-”
“It just came out?” She finished gently.
You nodded.
Wanda studied your face for another second.
Then her hand came up, brushing a strand of hair back from your face, her touch lingering just a little longer than necessary.
“You don’t say things like that unless you mean them,” she said.
It wasn’t a question.
Your throat went dry.
“I do mean it.”
That made something flicker in her expression.
Brief. Almost hidden.
But you caught it.
Her gaze dropped for a moment, like she was collecting herself, before she looked back at you.
And this time… she didn’t deflect.
She didn’t joke.
She didn’t tease.
Her hand slid from your cheek to the side of your neck, her thumb resting just under your jaw.
“You make it very hard for me to keep this where it’s supposed to be,” she admitted quietly.
Your breath hitched.
“Where is it supposed to be?” you asked.
Wanda let out a soft breath, almost like a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it.
“Simple,” she said. “Contained.”
Her thumb brushed back and forth against your skin.
“Safe.”
You swallowed.
“This doesn’t feel very safe.”
That earned the smallest hint of a smile.
“No,” she said softly. “It doesn’t.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The weight of everything sat between you, the risk, the secrecy, the feelings neither of you were supposed to have.
And then-
Wanda leaned down.
Not rushed. Not overwhelming.
Just slow.
Intentional.
She pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
It wasn’t like before.
No urgency. No desperation.
Just… grounding.
Her forehead rested against yours when she pulled back, her eyes closing briefly.
Wanda’s eyes opened again, meeting yours.
There was something steadier there now.
Something real.
Her hand slid down your arm, her fingers lacing loosely with yours as she shifted beside you instead of over you, pulling you gently with her.
This time when she laid down, she pulled you into her.
Not possession.
Not control.
Just closeness.
Your head rested against her chest, her arm wrapped securely around you.
Her fingers traced slow patterns along your back again, like she hadn’t even realized she was doing it.
The quiet came back.
But it didn’t feel as fragile anymore.
Just… full.
You felt a type of contentment fall over you, trying to not focus too much on the fact that Wanda hadn’t repeated your slip up of words back to you.
After a while, her lips brushed lightly against your hair.
“Stay,” she murmured.
It wasn’t a command this time. Her words meaning something deeper.
You closed your eyes, settling closer into her.
“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
You both lay there for a few more minutes, eyes closed and Wanda’s fingers moving gently against your skin.
Only the sound of Wanda’s alarm on her phone broke you from your blissful state.
She signed, clicking the button on her phone to silence it.
She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
It lingered just long enough to make your stomach flip again.
“Get dressed,” she murmured against your mouth. “You have class in an hour.”
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You were hyper-aware of everything.
The room.
The students.
The sound of pages turning, keyboards clicking, quiet conversations filling the space before class started.
And her.
Wanda stood at the front of the room, completely composed.
Like nothing had happened.
Like you hadn’t spent the night tangled up in her bed.
Like she hadn’t kissed you ten minutes before you walked in.
Like what was happening between you hadn’t taken a new turn.
It was almost impressive.
If it wasn’t driving you insane.
Your leg bounced slightly under the desk as you tried to focus on literally anything else.
Then-
“Alright, let’s get started.”
Her voice.
Calm. Controlled.
Professional.
Your eyes flicked up despite yourself.
Big mistake.
She was already looking at you.
Just for a second.
Barely anything.
But it was enough.
A flicker of something in her expression, something only you would notice, before she turned away and started the lecture.
You swallowed.
After you both tried to ignore each other for the past few weeks, you forgot what it felt like to have Professor Maximoff stare through you.
This was going to be torture.
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The class dragged on.
Not because it was boring, but because every time Wanda moved, every time her voice shifted, every time she walked past your row…
You felt it.
Every glance that lingered just a second too long.
Every subtle shift in tone when she addressed you directly.
It wasn’t obvious.
No one else would notice.
But you did.
And it was driving you insane.
Finally, the lecture wrapped up.
“Don’t forget to review chapters six through eight,” Wanda said, gathering her notes. “We’ll be building off that next class.”
Chairs scraped as people started packing up.
You did the same, trying very hard to act normal.
“Y/N.”
You froze.
Of course.
Your head lifted slowly.
Wanda was already looking at you.
“Stay for a moment.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual.
Students filtered out one by one, the room slowly emptying until it was just the two of you.
The door clicked shut.
Silence.
You turned toward her.
“What did I do?” you teased lightly.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, stepping down from the front of the room.
“Assuming you did something wrong is very telling.”
You shrugged.
“Just covering my bases.”
She stopped in front of your desk.
Close.
Too close.
Not enough.
Her hand came down to rest on the edge of your desk, leaning slightly.
“You were distracted,” she said.
Your lips twitched.
“Whose fault is that?”
That made her smile.
There it was.
Not the professor.
Wanda.
“You’re not very good at hiding it,” she murmured.
Her fingers tapped lightly against the desk, just inches from your hand.
You shifted slightly in your seat.
“You kept looking at me.”
“I have to look at my students.”
“Not like that.”
Her eyes flicked down to your mouth for just a second.
Then back up.
“You’re imagining things.”
You let out a quiet laugh.
“Am I?”
Wanda leaned in just slightly.
Not enough to be inappropriate.
Enough to make your heart race.
“Be careful,” she murmured. “You’re getting bold.”
Your breath hitched.
“Maybe you like it.”
That made something in her expression shift.
Softer.
Warmer.
More dangerous.
Her hand moved, just slightly, brushing against your fingers.
Quick.
Subtle.
But intentional.
“Maybe I do,” she admitted quietly.
Your stomach flipped.
The air felt heavier now.
Charged.
Different from last night, but not less.
Just… restrained.
Wanda straightened slightly, pulling back just enough to put space between you again.
But her eyes didn’t leave yours.
“Walk with me,” she said.
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You fell into step beside her as you left the classroom, keeping a careful distance.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Students passed by, completely unaware.
Wanda’s expression shifted back to neutral, but you could feel it, the awareness between you.
The tension.
The quiet pull.
You walked in silence for a moment before she spoke again.
“Are you busy tonight?”
Your heart skipped.
You glanced at her.
“…why?”
She didn’t look at you right away.
Which was new.
“I was thinking,” she said slowly, “we could go somewhere.”
Your steps slowed slightly.
“Somewhere?”
Now she looked at you.
A small, almost shy smile tugging at her lips.
“An actual date.”
That stopped you completely.
“A… date?”
Wanda turned to face you fully now.
“Yes,” she said simply.
Your brain short-circuited a little.
“You’re serious.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”
There was something different about her now.
Still confident.
Still in control.
But… softer.
More intentional.
Your chest tightened.
“What about… everything?” you gestured vaguely.
The risk.
The secrecy.
All of it.
Wanda stepped a little closer.
Not touching.
But close enough.
“We’ll be careful,” she said.
Her voice was steady.
Certain.
“And we won’t go somewhere we’ll be recognized.”
Your breath caught slightly.
“And you want to?” you asked quietly.
Her gaze softened.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” Repeating her earlier statement.
That did something to you.
Something warm.
Terrifying.
Exciting.
You smiled a little despite yourself.
“…okay.”
Wanda’s lips curved just slightly more.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” you said, a little breathless. “Okay.”
She held your gaze for a second longer.
Then…
“Seven,” she said. “I’ll text you the details.”
And just like that-
She stepped back.
Composed again.
Professor again.
“Don’t be late,” she added lightly.
Then turned and walked away.
Leaving you standing there-
Heart racing.
Mind spinning.
And already counting down the hours.
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Seven felt like it took forever to come.
You changed twice.
Then three times.
By the time you finally settled on a dress, your nerves were already shot.
A date.
With Wanda.
An actual date.
Your phone buzzed.
Wanda: Outside.
Your heart immediately started racing.
You grabbed your bag and headed out, trying, and failing, to calm yourself down.
When you stepped outside-
You froze.
Wanda was leaning casually against her car, dressed down in a way you had never seen before. Dark jeans, a fitted top, her hair loose around her shoulders.
No blazer.
No distance.
Just… her.
Her eyes found you instantly.
And the way her expression softened?
It hit harder than anything she’d done in private.
“Hi,” she said.
You swallowed.
“Hi.”
For a second, neither of you moved.
Then Wanda pushed herself off the car, stepping closer.
Her gaze flicked over you slowly.
Appreciative.
Unhidden.
“You look…” she started, then paused slightly, like she was choosing her words.
“Good,” she finished, softer.
Your stomach flipped.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The way she said it made heat creep up your neck.
She opened the passenger door for you without another word.
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The restaurant was quieter than you expected.
Dim lighting, low conversations, the kind of place where no one really paid attention to anyone else.
Which was probably the point.
Wanda pulled your chair out for you before sitting across from you, her movements calm, deliberate, like she’d done this a hundred times before.
You, on the other hand, were trying very hard not to overthink every little thing.
“So,” you said, glancing around briefly before looking back at her, “is this where you take all your… secret dates?”
Wanda didn’t even hesitate.
“You’re my first.”
Your eyebrows lifted.
“Wow. I feel honored.”
“You should.”
Her tone was dry, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
You leaned back slightly in your chair.
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s because you assume I’m constantly doing things I shouldn’t be.”
“Are you not?” you shot back.
Wanda tilted her head, studying you.
“Not usually,” she said. “You’re… a recent development.”
That made your stomach flip in a way you couldn’t hide.
You looked down at the menu just to give yourself something to do.
“Good to know I’m corrupting you.”
Wanda huffed out a quiet laugh.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You implied it.”
“I implied,” she corrected, “that you have very poor timing.”
You smiled slightly at that, glancing back up at her.
“Didn’t seem like bad timing last night.”
Her gaze held yours.
Steady.
Unwavering.
“No,” she admitted softly. “It didn’t.”
The waiter came by then, breaking the moment just enough for you to breathe again. You both ordered, the small distraction helping settle your nerves slightly.
But the second you were alone again…
It came back.
Not overwhelming.
Just… there.
Lingering.
Wanda picked up her glass, taking a small sip before setting it back down.
“You were nervous,” she said suddenly.
You blinked.
“Am I that obvious?”
“Only to me.”
That shouldn’t have felt as intimate as it did.
“And now?” she asked.
You considered it for a second.
“…still a little.”
Wanda nodded like she expected that.
“Why?”
You let out a small breath, glancing down at your hands.
“Because this is weird.”
“Weird?” she echoed.
You gestured lightly between the two of you.
“Yes. This. Us. Sitting at dinner like we’re-” you paused, searching for the word.
“Normal?” she offered.
You gave her a look.
“Are we not?”
Wanda didn’t answer right away.
Her fingers tapped lightly against the side of her glass, her gaze drifting for a moment before returning to you.
“I don’t think normal is the word I would use,” she said finally.
“Then what would you use?”
Her lips curved slightly.
“Complicated.”
You laughed softly.
“That feels more accurate.”
A small silence settled between you again, but this one felt easier.
Less tense.
Wanda leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze softening as she looked at you.
“You’re different here,” she said.
You frowned a little.
“Different how?”
“Less guarded,” she replied. “You talk more.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“I talk in class.”
“You challenge me in class,” she corrected. “This is different.”
You smiled a little at that.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” Wanda said immediately.
Too quickly.
It made something warm settle in your chest.
“It’s… nice.”
That word lingered.
Nice.
You weren’t sure you’d ever heard Wanda describe anything like this as nice.
“You’re different too,” you said after a moment.
That caught her attention.
“Am I?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re not… intimidating right now.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow.
“I’m always intimidating.”
“Not right now.”
“Give it time.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“I’m serious. You’re… softer.”
The second the word left your mouth, you thought maybe you’d gone too far.
But Wanda didn’t pull away.
Didn’t shut down.
If anything, she just watched you more closely.
“Do you prefer me like this?” she asked.
Your breath caught slightly.
You thought about it.
Then shook your head.
“No.”
Her eyebrow lifted slightly.
“No?”
“I like both,” you admitted. “This… and the way you are when you’re-”
You stopped yourself.
Wanda leaned forward just slightly.
“When I’m what?” she pressed.
Your cheeks warmed.
“You know.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Of course she did.
You glanced down for a second before looking back up at her.
“When you’re… in control.”
Her expression shifted immediately.
Subtle.
But there.
“And which do you like more?” she asked quietly.
Your stomach flipped.
You leaned forward slightly too, closing just a bit of the space between you.
“Depends what mood I’m in.”
That made her smile.
Slow.
Knowing.
“Careful,” she murmured. “You’re flirting with me.”
You smiled back.
“Isn’t that the point of a date?”
For a second, Wanda just looked at you.
Really looked at you.
And whatever she saw, it softened her completely.
“Yeah,” she said quietly.
“It is.”
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The drive back was quieter.
Charged.
Every glance.
Every small movement.
Every second felt heavier than the last.
When she pulled up outside your place, neither of you moved right away.
The engine turned off.
Silence settled.
You turned toward her slightly.
“…thank you,” you said.
Wanda hummed softly.
“For the date?” she asked.
You nodded.
Her gaze softened.
“You’re welcome.”
Another pause.
Then-
“Do you want to come inside?” you asked, your voice quieter now.
Wanda’s eyes flicked to yours immediately.
The shift was instant.
Not subtle.
Not hidden.
Something darker slipped into her expression.
More familiar.
More dangerous.
“Are you asking me as your professor,” she said slowly, “or as the person you just went on a date with?”
Your breath caught.
You leaned a little closer.
“The second one.”
That was all it took.
Wanda reached for you immediately, her hand coming up to cup your jaw as she pulled you into a kiss.
It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t rushed either.
Just… decisive.
Like she’d been holding back all night.
Your hand gripped lightly at her shirt as you kissed her back, your body already leaning into hers.
“Inside,” she murmured against your lips.
You didn’t need to be told twice.
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Inside, everything slowed.
You dropped your bag near the couch without thinking, the door clicking shut behind you.
Wanda was already there when you turned.
Watching you.
Not distantly. Not casually.
Like she’d been doing it all night and finally didn’t have to pretend otherwise.
You moved toward the sink, grabbing a glass just to give your hands something to do. The water ran longer than it needed to.
She followed.
Not crowding.
Just there.
“You’re still thinking too much,” she said.
You leaned back against the counter, taking a sip. “You just like pointing it out.”
“I like being right.”
You glanced at her.
She was closer now. Close enough that it didn’t feel like a conversation anymore.
Your mind flickered briefly to the last time she’d been in your room like this.
You set the glass down.
“Is that a complaint?”
Wanda shook her head once. “No.”
Nothing else.
The quiet stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. Just suspended.
Her hand came up, fingers sliding under your chin, tilting your face toward her.
“You’re doing that again.”
“Doing what?”
“Deciding something.”
A small smile. “I already did.”
A beat.
“Good.”
And then she kissed you.
Not tentative. Not new.
It landed like something familiar, your body responding immediately, your hand sliding into her shirt, pulling her closer before she even had to.
Wanda stepped into you fully, her hand finding your waist, steadying you as the kiss deepened.
It didn’t build slowly.
It just continued.
Her mouth moved from yours, trailing along your jaw, down your neck, your head tipping back against the wall as her hands slipped under your shirt, fingers pressing into your hips.
Holding.
Guiding.
Your body shifted into her without thinking.
She adjusted instantly.
Not stopping you. Just controlling it.
Your back pressed more firmly into the counter as she moved you with her, her body fully against yours now.
Everything about it felt settled.
Not new.
Not unsure.
Just… yours.
Wanda pulled back just enough to look at you, her breathing steady even when yours wasn’t.
Then she took your hand.
You followed without hesitation, steps uneven for a second before you reached the bed. The edge of the mattress hit the back of your legs and you sat, eyes still on her.
She didn’t pause.
Her hands slid up your thighs as she stepped between them, pushing you back onto the bed in one smooth motion.
You sank into the sheets as she followed you down, one hand braced beside your head, the other still holding you where she wanted you.
Her gaze moved over you slowly.
Taking you in.
Your hands reached for her again, pulling her down before she could take her time.
That earned the faintest shift in her expression, something pleased, something quieter.
Then she kissed you again.
Deeper.
Less restrained.
Your hands moved between you, pushing her shirt up, and she let you, only pulling back long enough to get rid of it before she was over you again.
Skin against skin changed the pace.
Your breath hitched, hands sliding over her back as she settled between your legs, keeping you open without needing to force it.
Her hand moved down your side again, slower now, more deliberate, before settling at your hip and pressing you more firmly into the mattress.
You reacted immediately.
She steadied you.
Not stopping. Just controlling.
Her mouth dropped to your neck again, slower, her breath warm against your skin as she lingered there.
Drawing it out.
Your grip tightened, your body already following every small shift she made.
She let it happen.
For a moment.
Then her hand slid lower, guiding your leg wider, settling herself more firmly between you.
The shift was subtle.
But everything after it wasn’t.
She came back to your mouth, the kiss heavier now, her weight anchoring you fully into the bed.
No space left.
No distraction.
Just her.
Your hands moved over her, pulling her closer, chasing contact she was already controlling.
Wanda followed every time.
Her hands slid up your thighs slowly, pushing the fabric higher as she settled between them, her weight pressing you back into the mattress in a way that made your breath catch.
“I was thinking about this all dinner,” she said quietly, eyes still on you. “Watching you sit there like nothing was happening.”
Your fingers found her shoulders immediately, grounding yourself in her.
“Yeah?” you asked softly.
Wanda’s mouth barely tilted.
“I wasn’t doing a good job pretending.”
That pulled a faint exhale from you.
Her hands didn’t stop moving. The dress shifted higher with each deliberate motion, until there was barely anything left between you and her touch.
She leaned down, mouth brushing your jaw, your neck, slow enough that it felt intentional instead of rushed. Her teeth grazing sensitive skin before her tongue soothed the sting.
You arched into her, a soft moan escaping your lips. Wanda's free hand reached down her own body, fingers deftly unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down.
She slid off the bed just enough to rid herself of the rest of her clothing, leaving her standing there in black lace.
Your breath caught but before you had a chance to take all of her in, she was already climbing back on top of you, fingers gripping the hem of your dress. You partially sat up, helping her pull it the rest of the way off of you.
Wanda’s lips found yours again quickly.
Her hand slipped down to firmly grip your thigh, holding you open against her as she adjusted her position between your legs.
The pressure of her body made everything sharper, more immediate.
You shifted toward her instinctively.
Wanda caught it.
“Not yet,” she said softly. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you..."
She didn't finish the sentence, but you understood. Let me show you what I can't say yet.
Your breath hitched anyway.
Her mouth found your collarbone again, slower this time, dragging the moment out until your hands tightened on her shoulders.
She stayed there for a second longer than necessary, like she liked the reaction she was getting.
Then her hand moved lower, unhurried, controlled, making you forget what you were thinking about before she even touched anything properly.
She touched you over your panties. You could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric, a sticky coating on Wanda’s fingers.
You exhaled her name under your breath without meaning to.
That got a small shift in her expression.
Focused.
A little sharper now.
“You’ve been like this all night?” she asked quietly.
“Like what?”
“Wet.”
Your answer came out honest before you could stop it. “Yes.”
That did something to her.
She didn’t say anything for a moment after that.
Just watched you.
Then she leaned in again, mouth back at your neck, slower now but heavier in intention, like she’d decided something she wasn’t going to say out loud.
Her hand stayed firm on you, guiding your body exactly how she wanted it without needing to explain anything.
Not teasing.
Just deliberate.
Like she had all the time in the world, and she planned on using it.
You reached down to your hips, thumbs hooking into your panties, pushing them down.
Wanda pulled away from your neck to look between you both, watching as you pushed your panties further down your thighs.
She pulled back enough to help you pull them the rest of the way off, tossing them to the floor.
Her fingers immediately went to slide through your folds, a smile gracing her lips.
Wanda breathed against your ear. "Were you thinking about this at dinner?"
"Yes," you gasped as Wanda's fingers found your clit, circling with maddening lightness. "God, yes. I could barely focus on what you were saying."
Wanda's laugh was low and pleased. "Good. I want you distracted. I want you thinking about me all the time, the way I think about you."
The confession made your chest tighten.
You reached for her again but she pulled back, eyes gleaming in the low lighting of your room.
She leaned back down slowly, lips brushing against yours before sliding them down your jaw and neck.
She began to kiss down your chest, her fingers still against you.
Lips trailed down your stomach. Tongue following.
When Wanda's mouth finally reached the apex of your thighs, you were already trembling.
Wanda looked up at you, holding your gaze as she pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.
"I think about you constantly," Wanda said, her breath hot against sensitive skin. "In class, in my office, in my bed at night. I think about the sounds you make, the way you taste, the way you say my name when you come."
Before you could respond, Wanda's tongue was on you, licking a slow stripe through your folds that made you cry out.
Wanda moaned against you, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through your body.
"God, you taste so good," Wanda murmured, her tongue circling your clit with practiced precision. "I could do this for hours. Just make you fall apart over and over again."
Your hands fisted in the sheets as Wanda worked you with her mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your clit.
Wanda slid two fingers inside, curling to hit that perfect spot.
Your back arched off the bed.
"That's it," Wanda encouraged, her voice thick with arousal. "Let me hear you. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."
The possessiveness in her tone sent you spiraling. You were close, so close, and Wanda knew it.
She increased the pressure of her tongue, her fingers pumping faster, and you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
"Come for me," Wanda commanded. "Come on my tongue, baby. Let me feel you."
The endearment, so rare from Wanda's lips, was what pushed you over the edge.
You cried out Wanda's name, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
Wanda didn't stop, working you through it until you were oversensitive and trembling.
When Wanda finally pulled back, her lips were glistening, her eyes dark with satisfaction.
She crawled back up your body, kissing them deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue.
Your hands slid down Wanda's back, finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it.
Wanda allowed you to remove it, then her underwear, until she was completely bare above you.
You could smell her arousal and your hands desperately reached out for her.
Wanda positioned herself over you so your bodies were pressed together, skin to skin, and began to move.
The friction of her body against your oversensitive clit made you gasp, but Wanda captured the sound with her mouth, kissing you deeply as she grinded against you.
"I need you," Wanda breathed, and there was a rawness in her voice that you had never heard before. "I need to feel you. I need-"
She broke off with a moan as your hands found her hips, guiding her movements. You could feel how wet Wanda was, could feel her clit sliding against your own, and the intimacy of it made your chest ache.
"I've got you," you whispered, your hands steady on Wanda's hips even as your own body trembled. "I've got you, Wanda. Let go."
Wanda's eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw everything, the fear, the desire, the desperate need to surrender.
Then Wanda was kissing you again, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
"Touch me," Wanda gasped against your mouth. "Please, I need-"
You slid a hand between your bodies, finding Wanda's clit and circling it with firm pressure.
Wanda's moan was broken, vulnerable, and she buried her face in your neck as her hips moved faster.
"That's it," you encouraged, your voice soft but steady. "You're so beautiful like this. So perfect. I love watching you lose control."
"You-" Wanda's voice was wrecked, desperate. "I'm going to-"
"Come for me," you whispered, echoing Wanda's earlier command. "Let me feel you come apart."
Wanda's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out against your neck. You held her through it, your fingers gentle now, soothing, as Wanda trembled in your arms.
For a long moment, you stayed like that, Wanda collapsed on top of you, your bodies still pressed together, both of you breathing hard. Then Wanda lifted her head, and you saw tears glistening in her eyes that she refused to let fall.
"Hey," you said softly, reaching up to brush them away. "Are you okay?"
Wanda nodded, a small, shaky laugh escaping her. "I'm just-" She paused, searching for words. "I'm not used to feeling this much."
Your heart clenched.
You pulled Wanda down for a gentle kiss, pouring everything you felt into it. When you pulled back, Wanda was looking at you with such open affection that it took your breath away.
"Stay," you whispered. "Stay with me tonight."
Wanda smiled, soft and genuine. "I'm not going anywhere."
She shifted to lie beside you in the narrow bed, pulling you close so you were tucked against her chest. You could hear her heartbeat, still racing, gradually slowing to match your own.
"This is new for me," Wanda said quietly, her fingers tracing patterns on your bare shoulder. "Staying. Being... this."
"What is 'this'?" you asked, though you thought you knew.
Wanda was quiet for a moment. "Happy," she finally said. "Scared. Hopeful. All of it at once."
You pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "I'm scared too. But I'm not going anywhere either."
Wanda's arms tightened around you. "I know I can't give you everything you deserve. Not yet. But I'm trying. I want you to know that I'm trying."
"I know," you said softly. "And that's enough. You're enough."
You felt Wanda's breath hitch, felt her press a kiss to the top of your head.
You both lay there in the darkness of the dorm room, wrapped in each other, and for the first time since this all began, you felt like you were building something real. Something that might actually last.
"Thank you," Wanda whispered, so quietly you almost missed it.
"For what?"
"For being patient with me. For seeing me and not running away."
You tilted your head up to look at her. "I could never run away from you. I thought I made it clear last night that you're it for me, Wanda. You're everything."
Wanda's eyes shimmered in the dim light filtering through the window. She didn't say the words back, but she kissed you with such tenderness, such devotion, that words felt unnecessary.
You fell asleep like that, tangled together in the too-small bed, and for the first time in weeks, neither of you had nightmares.
Pairing: Professor Wanda Maximoff x Student Reader
Rating: M 18+ Smut
Summary: After days of distance and too many unspoken feelings, the tension between you and Wanda finally snaps. What starts as a desperate confrontation turns into something neither of you can pretend to ignore anymore.
Warnings: smut, teacher/student, fem!reader
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The hallway outside Wanda’s apartment felt colder than it should have.
You stood there longer than you meant to.
At first you told yourself she just hadn’t heard the knock. Maybe she was in the shower. Maybe she was grading papers in another room with music playing.
But the longer the silence stretched, the louder your thoughts became.
Your mind had already been spiraling the entire walk here.
You could see it too clearly, Wanda leaning against her desk earlier that week, that female student lingering after class while everyone else packed their bags. The way Wanda had tilted her head while listening to her. The quiet laugh you had caught from across the room.
You had tried to tell yourself it meant nothing.
Professors talked to students all the time.
But the memory wouldn’t leave you alone.
What if she’d asked the girl to stay for more than questions about an assignment?
What if Wanda had looked at her the same way she used to look at you?
Your stomach twisted.
What if that girl was here right now?
Your eyes flicked to the closed apartment door in front of you.
Your chest tightened painfully.
Maybe Wanda hadn’t answered because she wasn’t alone.
The thought crawled through your mind before you could stop it.
Maybe she was inside with her. Maybe she was inside of her.
Maybe the reason Wanda hadn’t heard the knock was because she was too busy.
Your breathing grew uneven.
Your brain filled in images you hated yourself for imagining.
Wanda’s hands on someone else.
Wanda’s voice low and warm, saying someone else’s name.
The girl from class pressed against her kitchen counter, laughing softly while Wanda-
You squeezed your eyes shut hard.
“Stop,” you muttered under your breath.
But the jealousy had already taken hold.
It burned in your chest, sharp and humiliating.
Because the worst part was how possible it felt.
You had spent days watching Wanda act like nothing had happened between you. Like the tension, the looks, the way she had nearly broken that night… meant nothing.
So maybe it really had meant nothing.
Maybe she had moved on the moment you walked away.
Maybe she had replaced you without even thinking twice.
Your throat tightened painfully.
You knocked again.
The sound echoed dully through the quiet hallway.
Nothing.
Your stomach dropped.
You leaned your forehead briefly against the door, letting out a shaky breath.
“This was stupid,” you muttered to yourself.
What had you expected? That she would open the door immediately, pull you inside, and confess everything you’d been dying to hear?
You swallowed hard and stepped back from the door.
Your chest hurt.
The drive here had been fueled by adrenaline and desperation. Now that it was fading, doubt was creeping in.
Your stomach twisted painfully again.
Maybe that girl was already standing where you were now.
Maybe Wanda had already moved on.
You dragged a hand through your hair, breathing unevenly.
“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself.
You turned, ready to leave before you could humiliate yourself any further.
“...Y/N?”
Your name froze you mid-step.
The voice was low. Familiar. Slightly breathless.
Your heart slammed violently against your ribs.
You turned slowly.
Wanda stood at the far end of the hallway.
A paper grocery bag was tucked against her hip, one arm wrapped around it. A few loose strands of dark hair had slipped from her bun, framing her face. She looked like she had walked straight out of a long day, coat half buttoned, keys still dangling from her fingers.
But the moment her eyes landed on you, she stopped moving entirely.
For a moment neither of you speak.
Her eyes move slowly over you, taking in your flushed face, the tension in your shoulders.
“You’re… here,” she says carefully.
You let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah.”
Wanda walks closer, the sound of her steps echoing softly against the hallway floor.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
The question hits harder than it should.
You laugh weakly.
“I was asking myself the same thing.”
Wanda stops a few feet away now.
Her gaze flicks briefly to the door behind you.
“You were knocking on my door....”
You shrug.
“Guess so.”
Silence settles between you again.
Your chest is still rising and falling too fast.
Wanda notices.
Her brow furrows slightly.
“Did something happen?”
The concern in her voice almost breaks you.
You shake your head immediately.
“No.”
She doesn’t look convinced.
“Y/N-”
“You asked that girl to stay after class today.”
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
Wanda blinks.
“What?”
“That girl,” you repeat, your voice tightening. “The one sitting near the front.”
Her confusion deepens.
“You leaned against your desk and smiled at her,” you continued, your chest tightening with every word. “Then you asked her to stay after.”
Realization slowly crosses Wanda’s face.
“That’s why you’re here?” she asks quietly.
Your throat burns.
“I just wanted to know how long it took.”
Her expression hardens slightly.
“How long what took?”
“For you to move on.”
The hallway goes silent.
Wanda stares at you like she can’t believe what you just said.
“Move on?” she repeats.
You laugh bitterly.
“Don’t look so surprised.”
“Y/N-”
“You don’t talk to me anymore,” you cut in, the frustration finally spilling over. “You barely even look at me in class.”
Her jaw tightens.
“And then I see you flirting with some other student like nothing ever happened.”
“I wasn’t flirting,” Wanda says sharply.
“Oh really?”
Her grip tightens slightly around the grocery bag.
“She asked a question about the assignment.”
You shake your head.
“Right. And the whole ‘stay after’ thing?”
“Office hours,” Wanda says.
Your chest heaves.
“Sure.”
Wanda studies your face carefully now.
And something shifts in her expression.
“You were jealous,” she says slowly.
The words make heat rush to your face.
“No I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Y/N.”
Her voice softens slightly.
And somehow that makes everything worse.
Because suddenly all the frustration you’ve been holding back the past few days rises to the surface all at once.
“Do you have any idea what this has been like for me?” you say.
Wanda’s expression falters.
“You push me away,” you continue, your voice shaking now. “You act like none of this ever happened, and then I have to sit in your class every day pretending I’m fine.”
Your eyes burn.
“You look at everyone else like it’s normal,” you say hoarsely. “And I’m just supposed to do what? Forget?”
Wanda doesn’t answer.
Her chest rises slowly as she watches you.
You shake your head, frustrated tears threatening now.
“I tried,” you admit quietly. “I tried to stay away from you.”
Your voice cracks. “But I can’t.”
The confession hangs between you.
Wanda’s breathing changes.
“And then I see you smiling at someone else,” you continue, your voice barely steady now, “and my brain starts telling me you’re probably touching her the way you touched me.”
Wanda’s composure finally breaks.
“Y/N-”
“I thought maybe you were already-”
“You think I’m sleeping with my students?” she interrupts sharply.
You falter.
“I-”
Her voice drops, raw now.
“You think I would do that?”
The intensity in her voice makes your heart pound harder.
“I didn’t know what to think,” you whisper.
The hallway falls silent again.
Wanda sets the grocery bags down slowly on the floor beside the door.
Her hands linger there for a moment like she’s grounding herself.
Then she looks at you.
And something in her expression has changed completely.
“You really think it’s that easy for me?” she asks quietly.
Your chest tightens.
“What?”
“To just move on.”
Her voice is rougher now.
“You think I can stand in front of you every day and not feel anything?”
You stare at her.
Your heart starts racing.
“Because I can’t,” Wanda says.
The words land hard in the quiet hallway.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Everything inside you goes still.
For a moment you’re not sure you heard her correctly.
The hallway feels suddenly too quiet, too small, the space between you charged with something heavy and fragile.
Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
“Wanda…”
Her eyes don’t leave yours.
“I tried,” she continues, her voice rough now, like the words are being dragged out of her. “I tried to do the right thing.”
Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat.
“You think I wanted to avoid you?” she says quietly. “You think it was easy pretending nothing happened?”
She lets out a short, bitter breath.
“Every time you walk into that classroom I have to remind myself not to look at you too long.”
Your chest tightens.
“Not to remember what you sound like when you-” She cuts herself off, jaw tightening.
Silence stretches between you again.
You swallow hard.
“Then why did you push me away?” you ask.
The question comes out smaller than you meant it to.
Wanda’s gaze softens for a moment.
“Because I’m supposed to,” she says.
Her voice cracks slightly on the last word.
“You’re my student.”
“I know that,” you say quickly. “But you can’t act like nothing happened either.”
Her eyes flicker with something intense.
“You think I haven’t tried?”
You shake your head slightly, emotion building again.
“All I know is that you shut me out.”
Wanda runs a hand through her hair, clearly struggling with herself now.
“I was trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
“From this,” she says quietly, gesturing between the two of you.
The air feels thick now.
Your chest rises and falls unevenly.
“But it didn’t work,” you say softly.
Wanda looks at you.
“No,” she admits.
Another long silence falls.
You glance briefly at the door behind you.
Her groceries are still sitting on the floor.
“You should probably put those away,” you say weakly.
Wanda follows your gaze.
For a moment neither of you move.
Then she reaches down, picking the bags up again.
“Come inside,” she says quietly.
Your stomach flips.
You hesitate.
But your feet move anyway.
Wanda unlocks the door, pushing it open before stepping inside.
You follow her, the door closing softly behind you.
The apartment is dim and quiet, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound.
Wanda sets the groceries down on the kitchen counter, but she doesn’t start putting them away.
Instead she turns to face you.
The tension from the hallway hasn’t disappeared.
If anything it’s worse now.
You stand a few feet apart, both of you unsure what the next move is supposed to be.
Your voice breaks the silence.
“I meant what I said out there.”
Wanda’s gaze lifts immediately.
“When?”
“When I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”
Her expression tightens slightly.
“You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.”
You step a little closer.
“Because it’s true.”
Wanda exhales slowly. “You’re making this harder.”
“I think it’s already hard,” you say quietly.
Your eyes meet hers. “And pretending it isn’t doesn’t change anything.”
Her control looks thinner now.
“You don’t understand what this could cost me.”
“I’m not asking you to ruin your life,” you say quickly.
Wanda lets out a quiet laugh that sounds more tired than amused.
“That's exactly what this is.”
You shake your head.
“No. This is two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. I’m not going to be your student forever…”
The words hang between you.
Wanda’s breathing is noticeably slower now.
More controlled.
Like she’s trying very hard not to give in to something.
You step closer again.
Now you’re only a few inches apart.
“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about me,” you say softly.
Her jaw tightens.
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But you did.”
Your voice drops slightly. “And I’m glad you did.”
Wanda looks like she’s fighting a losing battle.
“You should leave,” she says quietly.
The words don’t match the way she’s looking at you.
“You don’t want me to.”
Her gaze flickers.
“You don’t know what I want.”
You hold her eyes.
“Yes I do.”
The silence stretches again.
Then you say it.
“I want you.”
The confession lands heavily in the room.
Wanda closes her eyes for a brief second like the words physically hit her.
When she opens them again, the restraint she’s been clinging to is clearly breaking. Her eyes are slightly glazed, pupils expanding.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” she says softly.
Your heart races.
“Then show me.”
That’s the moment something in her finally snaps.
Wanda closes the distance in one step.
Her hands come up to your face, pulling you toward her as her lips meet yours.
The kiss is immediate and intense, all the tension from the past few days crashing together at once.
It’s not careful.
It’s desperate.
Like she’s been holding this back for far too long.
Your hands grab onto the front of her shirt instinctively as she pulls you closer.
For a moment neither of you cares about anything else.
The arguments.
The rules.
The consequences.
All of it disappears under the weight of finally giving in.
When she pulls back slightly, her forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard.
“This is a bad idea,” she murmurs.
You nod slightly.
“Probably.”
Neither of you moves away.
If anything, Wanda’s hands tighten slightly where they’re holding your face, like she’s afraid you might disappear if she lets go.
Your fingers are still curled in the front of her shirt.
Your heart is racing so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest.
For a moment the only sound in the apartment is both of you trying to catch your breath.
Then Wanda exhales slowly.
“You should go,” she says again, though the words sound weaker this time.
You don’t step back.
Instead you look up at her.
“Do you actually want me to?”
Her jaw tightens.
Her eyes search yours like she’s looking for some reason to say yes.
But she can’t find one.
The silence stretches.
Then Wanda lets out a frustrated breath and pulls you into another kiss.
This one is deeper, less hesitant.
Like the last thread of her restraint has finally snapped.
Your hands slide up her arms instinctively as she pulls you closer, one of her hands moving from your face to your waist.
The contact sends a shiver through you.
The past few days of tension, jealousy, frustration, longing, it all crashes together at once.
You kiss her back just as desperately.
Wanda’s grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you closer until there’s barely any space left between your bodies.
When she finally pulls back again, her eyes are darker now.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” she says quietly.
Your chest rises and falls.
“Then tell me.”
She shakes her head slightly, a breathless laugh escaping her.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re the one who kissed me,” you point out softly.
Wanda’s mouth twitches like she’s fighting a smile.
But the tension between you is still thick.
She studies your face again, her thumb brushing lightly along your cheek where a tear had dried earlier.
“You were really jealous,” she murmurs.
Heat rushes to your face.
“I thought you were-”
“Sleeping with my students?” she finishes, one eyebrow lifting slightly.
You groan softly, burying your face briefly against her shoulder.
“Please don’t say it like that.”
Wanda lets out a quiet laugh, the sound warm and low.
Her hand moves to the back of your neck, fingers sliding gently through your hair.
“I wasn’t with anyone,” she says softly.
Your chest tightens.
“Not since you.”
The words make your stomach flip.
You pull back slightly to look at her.
“Really?”
Wanda nods once.
Her voice is quieter now.
“You think I could just… move on like that?”
Your throat feels tight.
“I didn’t know what to think,” you admit.
Her gaze softens again.
“You were spiraling.”
“A little,” you mumble.
“A little?” she repeats with a faint smile.
You shrug weakly. “I thought you were replacing me.”
Wanda’s expression shifts immediately.
Her hand tightens slightly at the back of your neck, pulling you closer again.
“There isn’t anyone else,” she says firmly.
Something in the way she says it makes your chest ache.
“I wasn’t with anyone else either, by the way…I couldn’t do it.” You whispered, hands sliding up to rest against her shoulders.
“You really couldn’t stop thinking about me?” you ask quietly.
Wanda lets out a slow breath.
“No.” Her thumb traces absent patterns along your waist now. “And that terrified me.”
“Why?”
“Because wanting you makes me reckless.”
Your heart skips.
You lean closer again, your voice softer now.
“I think we’re already past reckless.”
Wanda studies you for a long moment.
Then she sighs quietly.
“You’re going to ruin me,” she murmurs.
You smile faintly. “Pretty sure it’s the other way around.”
Wanda laughs softly under her breath.
Then her hand moves to your jaw again, tilting your face up toward hers.
The kiss this time is slower.
Still intense, but less frantic.
Like she’s allowing herself to actually feel it now instead of fighting it.
Your hands slide around her waist as you kiss her back, pulling her closer without thinking.
The apartment feels very small suddenly.
Very quiet.
Just the two of you standing in the middle of the kitchen, the groceries still sitting forgotten on the counter.
When Wanda pulls back again, her forehead rests lightly against yours.
Her voice is softer now.
“You should stay.”
The words send warmth rushing through your chest.
You nod slightly. “I want to.”
Wanda exhales slowly, like she’s finally accepting the decision she’s been fighting.
Then she takes your hand. “Come here.”
She leads you away from the kitchen, deeper into the apartment.
And this time, neither of you are pretending you’re going to stop.
Wanda’s hand tightens around yours as she pulls you down the hallway.
There’s no hesitation this time. No second-guessing.
The door to her bedroom opens and you’re inside before you can really take in the room. The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound feels final in the best possible way.
Wanda turns toward you immediately.
The look in her eyes sends a jolt straight through your chest.
All the restraint from earlier, the hallway, the kitchen, the careful words, is gone. What’s left is raw and hungry and unmistakable.
You barely have time to breathe before she’s kissing you again.
Hard.
Her hands slide straight to your waist, pulling you flush against her body. Your back hits the door for half a second before she guides you away from it, walking you backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss.
Your fingers tangle in her hair, pulling the rest of the bun loose. Dark strands fall around her shoulders and she lets out a quiet sound against your mouth, one hand moving up your back to keep you close.
The edge of the mattress bumps into the back of her legs.
Wanda sits, pulling you down with her in the same motion.
You end up straddling her lap, breath already uneven as she looks up at you. Her hands settle firmly at your hips, fingers flexing slightly like she’s grounding herself in the reality of you being here.
“Come here,” she murmurs.
You lean down immediately and she meets you halfway, capturing your mouth again.
The kiss deepens fast.
Your hands slide down to her shoulders, gripping the fabric of her shirt as you press closer. Her fingers move along your sides, tracing slow lines up your back before sliding back down to your waist again.
Every touch makes your pulse jump.
Wanda shifts beneath you, guiding you with gentle pressure from her hands until the two of you settle more comfortably against the bed. You follow her movement naturally, the mattress dipping beneath both of your weight as the kiss turns slower, deeper.
Your fingers drift along her jaw, down the side of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your touch.
She exhales softly.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” she murmurs against your lips.
Your heart stutters.
“Good,” you whisper back.
That earns a quiet breath of laughter before she pulls you into another kiss.
Your hands explore more freely now, sliding along her shoulders, down her arms, across the warmth of her back as she pulls you closer against her. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of movement and breathing.
The tension that had been building for days finally has somewhere to go.
You feel it in the way her hands move over you, in the way your bodies press closer together, in the way every kiss lingers a little longer than the last.
When you finally pause for air, Wanda’s forehead rests against yours.
Both of you are breathing harder now.
Her fingers trace slowly along your side, drawing small absent patterns through the fabric of your shirt.
“You drove all the way here because you were jealous,” she murmurs.
Your cheeks warm, but you don’t look away.
“Maybe.”
A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth.
“I like that.”
Before you can answer, she pulls you down into another kiss.
Your hands grip her shoulders as the kiss deepens, slower at first before turning intense again. Her fingers spread across your back, drawing you closer until there’s barely any space left between your bodies.
The movement pulls a soft sound from your throat before you can stop it.
Wanda notices immediately.
Her lips curve faintly against yours.
“That’s new,” she murmurs.
You bury your face briefly against her shoulder.
“Don’t start.”
Her quiet laugh rumbles through her chest.
Her hands drift slowly along your sides, tracing the curve of your waist before settling at your hips again. The touch is steady and confident, guiding you closer without either of you really thinking about it.
Your breathing grows uneven.
The tension that had been building for days feels like it’s finally breaking open.
You lean down again, kissing her harder this time, and she responds instantly. One of her hands slides up your back while the other remains firm at your hip, holding you in place as your bodies press together.
The mattress dips further beneath you.
The room grows quieter except for the soft sounds of shifting fabric and uneven breathing.
When you finally pull back for air, Wanda’s forehead rests against yours.
Both of you are a little breathless now.
“You were really imagining me with someone else,” she murmurs.
You groan softly.
“Please stop bringing that up.”
Her thumb traces lightly along your jaw.
“You showed up here ready to fight a girl who asked about an assignment.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
You try to hide your face again but she catches your chin gently, lifting your gaze back to hers.
There’s warmth in her eyes now.
And something deeper underneath it.
Her thumb is still resting against your jaw when something shifts in her expression.
The teasing softness fades.
What replaces it is slower. Heavier.
Her gaze drops briefly to your mouth.
Then back to your eyes.
Your breath catches before you can stop it.
“Wanda… ”
You don’t get to finish.
Her hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck and she pulls you down into another kiss.
Harder this time.
Your balance shifts with the sudden pull and you catch yourself on the mattress beside her, the movement tipping both of you sideways onto the bed. Wanda’s arm wraps around you automatically, guiding you down with her as the kiss deepens.
The mattress dips beneath your weight.
Your knee presses into the bed beside her hip as you brace yourself above her, but Wanda immediately pulls you closer, one hand sliding firmly along your back.
Your bodies fit together without either of you thinking about it.
The warmth of her through your clothes makes your pulse spike.
The kiss grows slower but heavier, lingering in a way that makes your chest tighten. Your hand drifts instinctively to her waist, fingers curling there as she shifts slightly beneath you.
A quiet breath escapes her against your mouth.
Her hand slides up your back again, fingertips tracing along your spine before settling between your shoulder blades. The touch presses you closer without force, just steady certainty.
You feel the movement of her breathing beneath you.
Feel the way her fingers tighten slightly in your shirt.
When the kiss finally breaks, it’s only because both of you need air.
You’re still close enough that your noses brush.
Wanda studies your face for a second, her hand still resting at the back of your neck.
Then she tilts her head slightly.
“Take that off.”
For half a second you blink.
“What?”
Her fingers tug lightly at the hem of your shirt.
“You heard me.”
The heat that rushes through your chest is immediate.
Your hands slide to the fabric without hesitation, pulling it over your head before dropping it somewhere beside the bed. Wanda watches the entire time, her eyes darkening slightly as the shirt disappears.
The moment you settle back over her, she pulls you down again.
This kiss is slower.
Exploring.
Her hands move along your sides now, tracing the bare skin there like she’s reacquainting herself with something she’s missed. Your breath stutters when her fingers slide along your ribs.
Your hand drifts into her hair while hers continue exploring your back, your waist, the curve of your side. The touches are confident now, unhurried, like neither of you is trying to pretend anymore.
Wanda’s hands tightened around your hips as she shifted you higher on the bed, her mouth following the movement. Her lips brushed along your collarbone, warm and deliberate, before trailing lower.
A soft breath escaped you when she reached your chest, her mouth lingering there as she kissed the sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered closed instinctively, fingers slipping into her hair to hold her there.
For a moment the world narrowed to the warmth of her mouth and the steady pressure of her hands at your waist. Her lips ghosting over your nipple.
When she finally pulled back, you didn’t give her time to speak.
You reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head before tossing it somewhere onto the floor beside the bed. Wanda watched you the entire time, her dark eyes following your movements.
But instead of leaning back over her, you slid off the mattress.
The shift made her sit up slightly, curiosity flashing across her face as you settled onto your knees between her legs.
Your hands moved to the buttons of her pants, fingers working them open while you tugged lightly at the belt loops.
Wanda lifted her hips automatically, helping you guide the fabric down her legs. The rest followed with it, discarded somewhere behind you.
“Y/N…” she breathed.
Her voice was lower now, heavier.
You glanced up at her, the look on her face sending a rush of warmth straight through your chest.
“Please,” you murmured softly. “Just… let me take care of you.”
Your hands settled gently against her thighs as you leaned forward, pressing slow, lingering kisses along the inside of her leg.
Wanda’s breath hitched above you.
And the sound alone made you smile against her skin.
You leaned forward slowly, your nose brushing the crease of her groin as your lips pressed soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where she wanted you most.
Your eyes flicked upward.
Wanda was already watching you.
Her gaze was dark and steady, completely locked onto you.
You gave her a small, almost teasing smile before finally leaning in and dragging your tongue gently up her slit, your nose brushing against her clit as you moved.
“Oh fuck,” Wanda breathed, her voice low as she leaned back onto her forearms.
Encouraged by the sound, you wrapped your lips around her clit, your tongue flicking against it in slow, deliberate strokes.
The taste of her sent a rush through you so sharp it almost made you dizzy. It felt like finally taking a breath after being held underwater. You hadn’t realized how much you missed this until now, until the familiar warmth of her against your mouth reminded you of everything you thought you’d lost.
Your tongue circled her clit while your lips stayed sealed around it, keeping the pressure steady.
Above you, Wanda’s hips began to move instinctively, rocking upward in a slow rhythm against your mouth. Her hands slid into your hair, fingers threading through the strands before her nails lightly scraped against your scalp.
You glanced up again.
Her head had fallen back slightly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes squeezed shut with that small crease forming between her brows.
The sight of it sent heat straight through your chest.
By now a mixture of her wetness and your saliva had begun to gather along your chin, making every movement of your tongue messier, more desperate.
Wanda’s fingers tightened in your hair.
You felt the slight tug and finally pulled back, dragging your tongue once more up her entrance and collecting the slick warmth there before lifting your head.
A quiet groan slipped from Wanda as she immediately reached down, grabbing at your waist and tugging you toward her.
“Come here, baby,” she murmured.
Before you could respond, her mouth found yours.
Her kiss was deep and urgent, her tongue sliding into your mouth as if she could still taste herself there. “I need you.”
Her hands moved quickly then, reaching down to unzip your pants before helping you shove them off. The fabric barely hit the floor before she pulled you back onto the bed with her.
You ended up beside each other, barely catching your breath before Wanda’s hand slipped inside your panties.
Her fingers slid between your lips, gliding through the wetness there once… twice… before circling your clit in tight, practiced motions.
A soft groan escaped you into her mouth as your hips lifted instinctively into her touch.
You’d touched yourself a few times since everything with Wanda fell apart.
But nothing had ever come close to the way her fingers felt.
Wanda slid one finger inside you first, slow and deliberate, the slight curl of it stretching you gently before she added a second.
A low groan slipped from your mouth against hers as her tongue slid between your lips, tangling lazily with yours while she moved.
Her fingers pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in again, the motion slow and steady.
You loved the closeness of it. The warmth of her body pressed against yours, the rhythm of her hand, the way every movement kept you tethered to her.
Her fingers continued their slow thrusting until her thumb lifted, brushing against your clit.
You gasped softly, your hands sliding up the toned lines of her back, feeling the subtle muscles shift beneath your palms.
Wanda’s pace quickened.
Your wetness made a soft, slick sound as you clenched around her fingers, the sensation making your hips lift instinctively to meet her hand.
Her teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging gently as her forearm flexed with the deeper rhythm of her thrusts.
The familiar tightening in your stomach built quickly.
It always did with Wanda.
Judging by the small smile that curved against your mouth, she felt it too.
Your hips began to rock faster, chasing the movement of her fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure.
The coil in your stomach pulled tighter, your clit throbbing with every motion.
A louder moan broke free as your head tipped back, your eyes rolling closed as the sensation finally overtook you.
Wanda pulled back just enough to let you breathe, though her hand never stopped moving.
Her fingers kept a steady pace as you rode through the waves of your orgasm, your stomach tightening and releasing while your body trembled beneath her.
When the haze finally began to clear, your hand drifted down to push lightly at her wrist.
Too sensitive.
She let out a quiet laugh and slowly slid her fingers from you, slick warmth glistening along her knuckles.
Holding your gaze, Wanda lifted them to her mouth.
Her tongue slid over them slowly.
“I missed the taste of you,” she murmured.
Then she leaned down to kiss you again.
Her thigh slipped between yours as she did, your lingering wetness marking the skin there.
The contact made your chest tighten with an almost aching need to stay connected to her.
For weeks you had convinced yourself you’d never have this again.
You weren’t letting the moment slip away now.
Wanda leaned back slightly, spreading your legs wider.
For a moment you thought she might lean down again, but instead she shifted her position, lifting one leg over yours as she moved between them.
Your breath caught as she lowered herself closer.
Her fingers reached down briefly, spreading her own lips as she adjusted her angle before pressing her warm center against yours.
“Oh fuck,” you breathed, your head falling back against the pillow.
A soft, broken sound slipped from Wanda’s throat at the contact, something between a whimper and a sigh.
You had never done this before. Maybe seen it once or twice somewhere, but never imagined how intense it could actually feel.
Neither of you moved right away.
The heat of her body against yours was almost overwhelming on its own, the soft pressure of her hips settling against yours as the two of you instinctively adjusted closer.
Wanda began to move her hips in a slow, deliberate grind.
A gentle roll of her hips that dragged warmth and friction through the space between you.
Your breath hitched.
The contact sent a ripple of sensation up your spine, your hands sliding automatically to her hips to hold her there.
Wanda braced one hand beside your shoulder while the other slid down to grip your thigh, keeping your leg open as she rocked forward again.
The sensation was overwhelming almost immediately.
Before long both of you were moving faster, the rhythm becoming more desperate as your hips chased the friction.
Wanda’s fingers wrapped around your leg, holding it open as she leaned back slightly, angling herself to press more firmly against you.
Your fingers tightened on her hips.
Her eyes never left yours.
Her fingertips dug lightly into your skin as the movement between you grew more frantic.
The rhythm gradually deepened as she found a pace that made both of you shudder.
The warmth between you grew messier with every movement, the friction becoming wetter, softer, the sounds of it filling the quiet room in a way that made your chest tighten.
Wanda’s breathing had grown heavier now.
Her auburn hair fell forward slightly as she leaned over you, her eyes never leaving your face.
Your hips began to move with hers without thinking, chasing the pressure every time she rolled forward.
The pace slowly lost its restraint.
What had started as slow exploration became something more urgent, both of you shifting closer, seeking more contact, more warmth, more of each other.
Your hands slid down to her hips again, holding her tighter as she pressed down against you.
Wanda’s fingers dug gently into your leg as she leaned back slightly, changing the angle of her hips.
The movement pulled a broken sound from your throat.
The room filled with the quiet rhythm of your bodies moving together, breath catching, the warmth between you growing hotter with every shift.
Wanda’s lips parted slightly as she watched you, her chest rising and falling faster now.
The look in her eyes made something tighten deep in your stomach.
Your hips lifted again, desperate for the pressure, for the warmth, for her.
And this time Wanda followed the movement immediately.
The familiar pressure began building again in your stomach, your hips lifting again and again to meet hers.
Soft whimpers slipped from Wanda’s lips, her gaze still locked on you.
Somehow the eye contact made everything feel even more intimate than anything the two of you had done before.
Wanda broke first.
Her head tipped back, auburn hair cascading behind her as a deep moan left her throat.
Watching the way her body moved, the way her hips rolled against yours, the rise and fall of her chest with every motion, it pushed you over the edge.
Your fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her harder against you as your own orgasm crashed through your body.
The rush of wetness between you made the sensation even more intense.
Wanda continued moving through the last waves of it, her hips gradually slowing until the motion softened.
You could still feel the pulse of her clit against yours, the lingering heat between your bodies.
Her eyes slowly opened again, pupils blown wide and dark.
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she leaned down to kiss you.
After a moment she shifted, gently untangling your legs before settling beside you on the bed.
Her fingers traced lightly along your cheekbones as she rested her forehead against yours.
Both of you were warm and slightly breathless, a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin.
A small, content smile curved across Wanda’s lips as her eyes drifted closed.
You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, hoping she could feel everything you were trying to say without words.
The room had gone quiet again.
The frantic movement from earlier had faded, leaving behind only the soft rhythm of breathing and the distant hum of the city outside Wanda’s apartment.
You were half draped over her, your cheek resting against the warm skin of her chest. Wanda’s arm was wrapped loosely around your back, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your spine.
Neither of you spoke for a while.
Your bodies were still warm from everything that had just happened, skin slightly damp, the sheets twisted around your legs where you had kicked them loose.
Wanda’s fingertips moved slowly over your shoulder blade, then down your back again.
“You’re staring,” she murmured quietly.
You hadn’t realized you were.
Your chin lifted slightly where it rested on her chest, your eyes meeting hers.
“I’m not,” you muttered, though the small smile tugging at your mouth gave you away.
Wanda huffed a quiet laugh.
Her hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, guiding you a little closer until your foreheads brushed.
For a moment she just looked at you.
Really looked.
Like she was still trying to convince herself you were actually here.
Your fingers drifted across the bare skin of her stomach, tracing slow lines over the faint muscle there before sliding higher along her ribs.
Wanda’s breath caught softly.
You smiled to yourself and laid your check back against her chest.
You’re still half draped over Wanda when the thought slips out.
“You know Dalton was flirting with you the other day.”
Wanda lets out a quiet laugh beneath you.
Her fingers continue tracing slow lines along your back like the accusation doesn’t bother her at all.
“Dalton flirts with everyone,” she murmurs.
You lift your head slightly, narrowing your eyes at her.
“And that student you kept after class?”
Wanda’s hand pauses.
Just for a second.
Then it resumes its lazy path along your spine.
“You’re still jealous,” she says softly.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Her lips twitch faintly.
You poke lightly at her side.
“You were smiling at her.”
Wanda finally turns her head to look at you fully, amusement clear in her eyes.
“Are you seriously worried about that?”
You shrug, trying to play it off, but the warmth creeping into your face betrays you.
“She seemed pretty interested.”
Wanda studies you for a moment.
Then she tilts her head slightly.
“And what about Maya?”
Your stomach flips immediately.
“That’s different.”
“Oh?” Wanda hums.
“You were the one who told me we couldn’t do this,” you remind her.
Your fingers trace absent shapes across her stomach again.
“What was I supposed to do? Sit around waiting forever? I was trying to get over you.”
Wanda’s hand slides down your back, settling firmly on your hip now.
“No,” she says quietly.
“But you also didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself very much.”
Your brows knit together.
“What does that mean?”
Wanda’s mouth curves slowly.
“That night I saw you leave her dorm,” she says, voice softer now. “You looked frustrated.”
Heat flashes through your chest.
“We didn’t-”
“I know,” she interrupts lightly.
Her thumb drags along your hipbone.
“I could tell.”
Your eyes narrow.
“Oh really?”
Wanda’s gaze darkens slightly, her voice lowering just enough to make your pulse jump.
“Yes, really.”
Her fingers tighten gently on your waist before sliding slowly down your side.
“You forget,” she murmurs, “I know exactly what you look like when you’re satisfied.”
Your breath catches.
Wanda notices immediately.
The smugness in her smile deepens.
“And you definitely didn’t look like that.”
You try to roll your eyes but it comes out weaker than intended.
“You’re very confident.”
She leans a little closer, her voice warm against your skin.
“Should I not be?”
Her lips brush lightly beneath your ear.
“Do you honestly think anyone else could make you feel the way I do?”
Your heart stutters.
Your fingers tighten slightly against her shoulder.
Wanda pulls back just enough to look at you again, her expression playful but knowing.
“Be honest,” she says softly.
Your mouth opens.
Nothing comes out.
Wanda laughs quietly.
“Yeah,” she whispers.
Her hand slides from your hip down your thigh, fingers curling slightly as she pulls you closer against her.
“That’s what I thought.”
The teasing warmth in her expression shifts into something darker now.
Something hungry.
“You spent weeks pretending you didn’t want me,” she murmurs.
Her lips brush yours slowly.
“But we both know how that turned out.”
And when she kisses you this time, it’s deeper.
Less patient.
Wanda kisses you like she’s been holding back for weeks.
There’s nothing soft about it now.
Her hand slides firmly around your thigh, dragging your leg higher around her waist as she presses you deeper into the mattress. The movement is decisive, controlled, the kind of confidence that makes your stomach flip immediately.
“Still thinking about that student?” she murmurs against your mouth.
Her voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it now.
You shake your head quickly, breath uneven.
Wanda huffs out a small laugh.
“That’s what I thought.”
Her fingers drag slowly down your side, gripping your hip as she pulls your body closer against hers. The pressure of it makes a soft sound escape your throat before you can stop it.
Her mouth curves slightly at that.
“Good girl,” she murmurs.
Wanda leans down again, kissing you harder this time, her hand sliding underneath your thigh to hold you open against the bed.
“You spent weeks trying to convince yourself someone else could replace me,” she says quietly, her breath warm against your skin.
Her fingers tighten on your leg.
“But we both know that’s not true.”
Your chest rises sharply beneath her.
Wanda’s gaze drifts slowly down your body, taking you in like she’s savoring the moment.
“Look at you,” she murmurs.
Her hand slides down your stomach, slow and deliberate.
“Already desperate again.”
You grab lightly at her shoulders, your voice coming out softer than you meant.
“Wanda,”
She leans down, brushing her lips against yours again.
“Relax,” she whispers.
The smug warmth in her voice makes your pulse jump. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Her hand moves to your waist, guiding you slightly as she shifts her position between your legs. The mattress dips as she settles more firmly over you, her grip on your hips tightening.
The movement is confident.
Possessive.
Your breath catches again.
Wanda notices immediately.
“Yeah,” she murmurs quietly.
Her thumb drags slowly along your hip.
“That’s the reaction I remember.” She leans down again, kissing along your jaw this time, her voice lowering against your skin. “No one else gets you like this.”
Your fingers tighten instinctively against her back.
And the small sound that slips from your throat makes Wanda smile against your neck.
Because from the look in her eyes now, she has every intention of reminding you exactly why.
“I have something I want to show you,” Wanda said quietly.
She slipped off the bed before you could ask what she meant, crossing the room toward her closet. The doors slid open with a soft sound before she disappeared behind them for a moment.
You watched, curiosity prickling in your chest.
A few seconds later she stepped back out, a small box in her hands.
Wanda returned to the bed and climbed up beside you, settling onto her knees near your legs.
You pushed yourself up slightly, leaning back on your forearms as your eyes flicked down to the box.
“What is it?” you asked.
Wanda didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she studied your face for a moment, like she was gauging your reaction before anything had even happened.
“I bought it a few weeks ago,” she said slowly. “Before… everything.”
Your brows pulled together slightly.
Then she lifted the lid.
Nestled inside the box was a harness and a skin-toned dildo.
Your eyes widened immediately, snapping up to meet hers.
Wanda reached in and lifted the harness out before you could find the words to respond.
“We don’t have to use it,” she added quickly, though her fingers were already working at the packaging. “I just thought you might-”
Her voice trailed off as she glanced back up at you.
You swallowed.
The image of Wanda wearing it flashed through your mind before you could stop it.
The thought alone sent a warm rush of anticipation curling low in your stomach.
“No,” you said quickly.
Wanda paused.
You shifted a little on the bed, trying to ignore how suddenly aware you were of your own body.
“I mean-” you corrected, a small smile tugging at your mouth. “I’m comfortable with it.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly.
Excitement was already starting to build in your chest at the idea of it.
At the thought of Wanda holding you down, deeper inside you than she’d ever been before.
Wanda watched your expression carefully for another moment.
Then a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.
“Oh,” she murmured.
Her fingers continued working the harness loose from the packaging.
Because from the way she was looking at you now, she had every intention of putting it to use.
“Let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight,” Wanda said with a crooked grin.
She slipped off the bed again, stepping out of your reach for a moment as she picked up the harness. You watched her with rapt attention as she stepped into it, pulling the straps up over her hips and fastening them securely. The sight alone made your mouth go dry.
Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your body already reacting. Anticipation coiled low in your stomach, your thighs shifting slightly against the sheets.
When Wanda crawled back onto the bed, your legs parted for her without a second thought.
She noticed.
That smug little smile appeared again as she settled between your thighs.
Her gaze dropped slowly down your body, lingering on the way you were already open for her. One of her hands wrapped around the base of the strap, stroking along the length of it a few times as if testing the weight.
The sight made your stomach flip.
You could already feel your pulse between your legs, your body reacting before anything had even happened.
A flicker of nerves stirred with excitement. You’d always known you were into women. You’d never had any interest in experimenting with men, never even felt curious about it. You’d used toys on your own before, sure, but this felt different.
This was Wanda.
The thought of her being the one pushing inside you, deeper than anyone ever had before, made warmth spread through your chest.
Wanda’s eyes tracked down your body again before settling between your legs.
You were still flushed and sensitive from earlier, your skin slick with sweat and your thighs slightly trembling. Your pussy looked swollen and wet, your previous orgasms leaving you soft and open.
“I don’t think you really need it,” she murmured.
Her tone was low, almost distracted. “But just in case.”
Before you could ask what she meant, she leaned down and spat directly onto your clit.
The sudden warmth made you gasp softly.
Using the tip of the strap, Wanda spread it through your folds, dragging it slowly through the wetness there. The motion made your hips twitch.
“God,” you groaned quietly as she rubbed against you.
She kept one hand at the base of the strap, guiding it while the head traced slow circles over your clit. Every movement was deliberate, teasing, making your breath catch.
Then she slid it lower.
The tip nudged against your entrance.
Your fingers tightened in the sheets.
Wanda leaned forward slowly, watching intently as the head began to press inside you.
The stretch made your eyes squeeze shut immediately, a faint burn spreading as your body adjusted. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to breathe through it.
Wanda didn’t notice at first.
Her attention was completely fixed on the sight of herself disappearing into you.
The tip slipped deeper, your body tightening instinctively around it as it pushed further inside. You could feel your muscles clench and pull at it, your body reacting automatically.
Wanda let out a low groan under her breath.
She kept moving forward until she was fully seated inside you, her hips nearly flush against yours.
Her hands came down on the mattress on either side of your head, bracing her weight above you.
For a moment she just stayed there.
“God,” she whispered hoarsely.
Her eyes finally lifted to meet yours again. “I can feel you pulling me in.”
The initial sting had faded now, leaving behind an intense fullness that made your stomach flutter. You shifted slightly beneath her, adjusting to the stretch.
Your hands slid up her back, fingers tangling into her hair as you leaned up to press kisses along her neck.
Wanda shivered faintly at the contact.
After a moment she began to move.
At first it was slow.
She pulled back only a few inches before easing forward again, her hips rolling gently as she pushed back inside you. The pace was careful, controlled, clearly giving you time to adjust.
Each slow thrust made your breath catch.
Her face dipped down as she moved, pressing soft kisses along your cheek, your eyelids, your forehead.
Your lips.
Her breath brushed across your skin with every movement.
But the slow pace quickly stopped being enough.
Your fingers tightened in her hair, tugging lightly.
“Faster,” you whispered.
Wanda’s response was immediate.
A low moan escaped her as her hips pulled back and then snapped forward with more force. The movement pushed a gasp from your chest as she settled into a steady rhythm.
Her hips began rocking into yours, the pace stronger now, but still controlled.
Each thrust drove her deeper, your body responding to the rhythm as your legs wrapped tighter around her.
The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as Wanda continued moving over you, her breathing growing heavier with each motion.
You gasped as your hips began lifting instinctively to meet Wanda’s rhythm, the front of the harness brushing your clit with every thrust.
“Please… fuck me,” you whimpered, your fingernails digging into the back of Wanda’s neck.
Something in her expression shifted instantly.
A low sound tore from her throat, halfway between a moan and a growl, and one of her hands slid up to wrap around your throat. Her fingers closed just enough to hold you there as her hips snapped forward harder, the pace turning sharp and relentless.
“Like this?” she taunted, breath hot against your mouth.
The room filled with the slick sound of skin meeting skin, your wetness making every thrust louder.
“You like being fucked like this?” Wanda murmured, leaning down until her forehead pressed against yours. Her grip on your throat tightened slightly, not cutting off your breath, just anchoring you in place beneath her.
Her hips never slowed.
“No one else can fuck you like this,” she whispered, voice rough. “Don’t ever forget that.”
Your eyes rolled back at her words, your body arching up into her. The dominance in her voice sent heat rushing through you, your hips chasing each thrust harder.
The base of the strap rubbed against Wanda’s clit with every movement, drawing breathy moans from her lips that fanned across your face. Sweat had begun to coat both of your bodies, making your skin slide against each other with every motion.
You gasped for air, your voice shaky.
“No one but you, Wanda… only you.”
She broke at that.
A desperate moan spilled from her mouth as her body rocked harder against you, grinding herself against the base of the strap while she drove it into you faster and deeper.
“Fuck, Y/N… I’m gonna come,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as your legs lifted and wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her even closer.
“Come inside me… please,” you whispered breathlessly, your body going soft beneath her while you tried to keep holding onto her.
Wanda cried out softly.
“Oh fuck, say that again. Please… keep saying it.”
She buried her face against your neck, her hips relentless as they pounded into you. The room filled with the wet, messy sounds of your bodies moving together, mixed with both of your breathless moans.
You were right on the edge, your body tightening around the strap as you tried to hold back, wanting Wanda to fall with you.
You were gripping her so tightly you didn’t know how she was still able to thrust so fast.
“Come in me, baby… please,” you whimpered against her ear. “Only you get to come in me.”
That did it.
Wanda broke with a choked cry, her sounds muffled against your neck as her hips kept driving forward in hard, steady thrusts while her orgasm hit her. The image of her losing control above you pushed you over the edge seconds later.
Your eyes slammed shut as your body clenched, your muscles tightening as your orgasm tore through you. Your hips jerked helplessly beneath her, your body gripping the strap as if trying to pull her even deeper.
For a few moments the only sounds in the room were your breathing and Wanda’s uneven thrusts as she rode out the last waves of it.
Eventually her hips stuttered and slowed, a few final shallow rolls before she finally collapsed on top of you.
“Fuck… that was good,” she mumbled hoarsely after a moment, her face still buried against your neck.
She didn’t move.
She stayed there, still deep inside you, catching her breath while your hands drifted slowly up her back. Your fingers slipped into her hair, gently threading through the soft auburn strands.
The room was quiet now except for the sound of your breathing.
You felt warmth spread through your chest, a soft tightness settling there as you held her.
Your mind was still hazy from everything, too blissed out to stop the words when they slipped out.