Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness (Smut)
It was another sunny day in the small town of Westview. The townsfolk idly wandering about, going about their business. Wanda’s boys had gone to school and Vision had gone to work, leaving her with the house to herself. Wanda sighed and flopped on the burgundy couch, shuffling a paisley pillow under her head, taking off her flats, and placing her feet on the armrest.
She closed her eyes for a moment, just to catch her breath. Raising 2 boys was, alone, a handful. But raising 2 boys with powers was entirely something else. It was nabbing Tommy before he ran off the face of the Earth. It was making sure Billy didn’t make his brother run off the face of the Earth. It was keeping up their hidden identities in a town where it seemed like everyone was suspicious. And it was trying her hardest to keep her family together.
Wanda smiled as she recounted the memories of their small, yet extraordinary family. But…something was wrong, out of place. She felt a strong wave of anxiety wash over her, making her heart pound, and her senses flood. She opened her eyes, jolting up and turning around. There, Agatha Harkness bursting through her kitchen door.
“Hey, neighbor!” Agatha said, flashing that uncanny-valley-like smile, “I thought I’d just stop on by and say hello. See, I was just at Beth McCartney’s, and she gave me these absolutely wonderful recipe cards, apparently from her grandmother. I thought you would like to look at some! And get this, all Romanian!”
Wanda looked at the woman dazed and confused. The woman always evaded her mind, that small twigen of control that kept the people of the town from remembering. And yet, Agatha seemed none the wiser to her magic, even witnessing it first hand with the boys and with Vision.
She replied hesitantly, “Oh, that’s…that’s nice, Agatha. Can I see them?”
“Of course, of course. Come on in the kitchen with me!”
Wanda got up, cracking her back, shoulders tense, before walking over to Agatha, whom had placed said recipe cards on the counter. Agatha smiled sheepishly, handing the cards to her.
“Oh, you poor thing! You must be so tired with those boys. Twins can be a handful. I know my cousin, firsthand removed, had her share of twins. And then triplets just a few years later!”
Agatha leaned forward, unzipping Wanda’s jacket, slowly pulling it off of her, and turning her over. Wanda was in a spaghetti-strap tank, her bra showing through just a little. Agatha started at the base of her neck, gliding her hands up over her shoulders, and back down to her lower back. Again, she went up over her shoulders, Wanda feeling the tension melt away as she went back down. Agatha put pressure on the her upper back as she needed the small knots in her back, already feeling the little kinks unravel under her fingertips.
“Thanks.” Wanda said as the woman continued, up and over and down.
“No problem, neighbor. Let me just find an old cook book of yours to put those recipes in.” Agatha turned to the counter and grabbed a thick, old book.
“Don’t touch that book!” Wanda said sharply, but it was too late.
The book fell to pieces, as if it were wallpaper peeling, and under its paper skin was a dark, rustic and hellish Book of the Damned. Wanda had hidden the book in plain sight, hoping that no one would be interested in the old, dusty book. She tried to run to Agatha, but she was stuck in place, unable to move.
“Ohh, Wanda, practicing dark magic are we?" Agatha walked toward the helpless witch, grasping her chin with her blackened fingertips, "Naughty girl.”
She faded from her vision, and Wanda stumbled, quickly catching herself on the marble counter.
All Wanda saw as she came to was a smoky trail of darkness headed for the cellar. The trail was strange, it shifted and turned in the light, murky as if it was in water, and shone like crude black oil. She followed it hesitantly, magic dancing on her hands as she pushed the cellar door open into a dark, decrepit stairway. Wanda felt the cold humidity brush her face as she made the first few steps down the stairs. As she descended the cold, stone steps that were usually warm from the furnace, the door slammed behind her, trapping her in darkness. Wanda suddenly lost her footing, stumbling down the few steps she had left. Lying on the cold, hard floor, she heard the furnace suddenly roar, the cellar becoming hot and hard to breathe.
And there was the witch herself, Agatha Harkness. The loving neighbor, the considerate friend, in what looked to be a long, flowing black and purple see-through night gown, her leg poking through suggestively, showing off her purple, lace stockings. Wanda could just barely see under the robe, a set of black, lace lingerie brassiere and thong.
"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda," Agatha tsked, as she circled the woman on the ground, "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"
Wanda tried to constrict her, but she found that her magic had run thin. She was helpless, hopeless. Bright purple runes, shone all around the room as Agatha kneeled down to her.
"Sorry, that's not gonna work her, honey. Runes! Gee, the infamous Scarlett Witch doesn't know about runes?"
"How long have you known?" Wanda spat, her breathe coming out cold despite the heat of the room.
"Oh, well, since the beginning really. You see, I've had eyes for you since you moved here, Wanda. I've watched you play family with your little robot and apparitions, but I'm done waiting. Always just around the corner, always helpful, ever naive. I've been waiting, every time your boys go to school, your robot goes to work. Anytime I have you alone, I'm there. And anytime you think your alone, I'm there."
Agatha stood up, walking slowly to the edge of the room and dropping her robe, showing off her silky smooth thighs as they dipped just below her thick ass, delicate lace grazing her hips and back.
"Wanda, you have no idea. You have no idea, just how much I've wanted you." Agatha turned, showing off her lingerie, aroused nipples flashing through the fabric. And lower, a small slit in her thong, dripping white cum leaking there.
“I-…I-“ Wanda stuttered.
“Shh, Wanda. Let me do the talking. Good girls beg when they want to talk.”
Wanda reclaimed her senses and stood up, cold air hitting her body as the room cooled to a manageable temperature. She looked down at her body, seeing a set of lingerie that resembled her suit. Her gloves and top were intact, but a pair of lace, red panties went up her thighs. Wanda turned a shade of bright red as she realized she herself had slick running down her leg.
“Enjoying yourself? I know I am.” Agatha said seductively, walking towards the woman and guiding her forcefully to a king sized bed that Wanda hadn’t seen there before.
Agatha threw her onto the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda was bound to the bed in magic lace binding. The lace pulled on her wrists tightly, but just right to send jolts of pleasure down to Wanda’s dripping cunt. Agatha climbed onto the bed, positioning herself next to helpless Wanda.
“What do you want from me?” Wanda said, tugging on the bindings as Agatha trailed her hands up and down her thigh.
Agatha slapped the woman, quick and fast, tightening her bindings.
“Now, Wanda. Like I just said, good girls beg when they want to talk. And good girls don’t pull on their bindings.”
“Fuck off.”
“Well, if you’re going to be difficult,” Agatha moved Wanda’s panties and pushed 2 fingers in harshly, making her squirm and bite back a moan.
“I’ve waited, honey,” Agatha’s hot breath dusted her Wanda’s cheek as she thrusted her fingers in and out of the witch’s pussy, Wanda not being able to hold back anymore and moaning loudly, “I’ve seen the dirty things you do when you’re by yourself. When you think no ones looking.”
Wanda shook as Agatha pulverized her warm cunt with her hands, Agatha’s left hand drifting to her clit, rubbing and pulling it.
“I’ve seen the way you pleasure yourself, the way you torture your clit for hours, the way you thrust that cute little pink cock in your tight pussy, the way you squirt all over your bedsheets when you cum. The way you tease your nipples and grind against your pillow, making it wet and hot just to let it dry for your robot to sleep on. You really are a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
Agatha picked up her speed, focusing more on her clit, rubbing it harshly back and forth as she thrusted her soaking fingers into Wanda’s raw cunt. Wanda shook, feeling her orgasm come on as Agatha slapped her ass with her right hand, pummeling right back into her pussy. She moaned and screamed as she felt herself reach her peak, inching closer and closer to sweet release.
The sudden loss of contact left Wanda shaking, wanting more, “Well, honey? What do you want?” Agatha sucked on her now wrinkled fingers, soaked in cum and slick.
Wanda absolutely refused to give in, she refused to beg, “I want you to… I want-… I…I want you to let me out of these bindings, give me my magic back.”
“Oh, you know I can’t do that. Wheres the fun in that?”
Agatha leaned forward, kissing Wanda with fevor, their lips colliding together as they danced in a light essence of erotic heat. Wanda gave in lightly, allowing the witch to kiss her, and Wanda kissed back as she slipped her tongue in. Wet hot tongues grasped each other in a dark, warmth of spit, cum and slickness of Wanda’s dripping wet cunt. Agatha pulled away for breath as they both collected themselves, Wanda had tears streaming down her face from the withdrawn orgasm.
“Honey, don’t cry. We’re just getting started,” Agatha pulled the top up and off of Wanda, leaving her stark naked with just her gloves and hairpiece.
Wanda’s plump breasts lay on her heaving chest, which Agatha had quickly come over.
“I wanna do all those things you do to yourself. I want to make you scream my name. I want you to beg for my hand in your little pussy,” Agatha whispered as she bit at Wanda’s lip and kissed her softly, slowly trailing down her abdomen.
She teased Wanda’s nipples with her thumb as she trailed kisses down to her naval, kissing and licking at the small crevice there. Wanda moaned as she lightly nibbled at the smooth fold and kissed it, using her left hand to caress and glaze her soft hips. Wanda hissed at the pleasure as her pussy convulsed in sweet wanting, aggravatingly empty.
“Come on, just say it. Say you want me, say what you want me to do to you.” Agatha licked at her naval, and slowly went lower, hovering just over her pink, gaping pussy, hot breath on her clit.
Wanda bucked her hips forward in anticipation, wanting so bad for Agatha to continue. But she had to hold back.
"I won't beg. I won't do it."
Another loud, hard slap to her ass. The sting sent erotic electricity up her spine as she let out a loud moan.
Just then, they both heard small voices upstairs, muffled yet still audible. It was Billy and Tommy.
"Mom? Are you okay? We felt like you were in danger and we came as soon as we could."
Wanda kept quiet, as much as she had originally thought she was in danger when she still had her powers, Wanda now realized Agatha just really wanted to fuck her. And she wanted to as well. So bad.
Agatha's left hand convulsed with power as the other plunged 2 fingers into her cunt once more. Wanda stifled her moans as they heard more conversation. An apparition of Wanda appeared upstairs, startling the boys, but nevertheless calming them. They rushed to her, giving her a big hug.
"Boys! What are you doing home from school?" The apparition said, petting the boys heads.
"We thought you were in trouble. Are you okay?" Billy said, folding his hands together awkwardly.
"Yes, yes boys. I am fine. Now, go on back to school before you get in trouble."
"Wait!" Tommy backed up, "First, you have to tell us something only Mom would know!"
The apparition hesitated, Agatha looking at Wanda as she thrusted her fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy, "Well, Wanda. What would only Mom know?"
"Um... ah-... mh, Tommy...mmm...doesn't flush the toilet after he...ah-...poops." Wanda giggled and moaned, bucking herself onto Agatha's fingers.
"Tommy doesn't flush the toilet after he poops," the apparition said, Agatha also chuckling.
Tommy blushed and vanished in an instant, running back to school. Billy laughed and also vanished. The apparition waited a second and then disappeared as well.
"Well, now that that's out of the way, I have you all to myself," Agatha's hand traced Wanda's things as she went down and licked her clit lightly, plunging in and out of her pussy.
Wanda moaned as again and again her orgasm was denied. Hours of Agatha torturing her clit, pulverizing her little, tight cunt, and slapping her red ass. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear and dirty little secrets. Like how Wanda had gotten into bondage some time ago and liked to use her magic to do all kinds of things to herself when no one was home.
Crying and screaming, Wanda finally let in.
“Fuck, ah-…please Agatha. Let me cum, mhh-…please!”
“Good girl, Wanda. You’re finally playing nice. I’ll make this better than you’ve ever felt before,” Agatha whispered in Wanda’s ear, nibbling at her ear and kissing her lightly as she slowly trailed down to her dripping raw gaping pussy.
Agatha, now naked herself, positioned herself backwards on Wanda’s face, facing towards her pussy. Agatha licked a thick stripe of cum from Wanda’s cunt as she too sucked and licked at the slick and cum running down her thighs and pussy. They moaned in unison as they ate each other out, Wanda sucking and bobbing at Agatha’s clit, and Agatha’s tongue dipping in and out of Wanda’s cunt.
Wanda gripped Agatha’s ass as she felt like cumming, she flicked her fat clit with her tongue. And Agatha felt herself coming to the brink as well as Wanda harshly licked her clitoris. Wanda screamed as she bucked her hips forward and came freely, hot cum splattering Agatha’s face. Agatha too came, dripping cum as she used her last bit of strength to suck on Wanda’s engorged clit. Wanda licked up the bit of cum trailing down Agatha’s raw pussy and Agatha settled next to Wanda, drawing her in close to her. Wanda had realized he bonds had come loose and wrapped her arms around the woman.
As they both settled together, sweat and cum drying on their bodies, they looked at each other.
“Wanda. I want to ask you something.” Agatha said, nestling closer to the witch.
“Yes?”
“I want this to be a regular thing, you and I. I want us to be together. You can still have your little family, and have dinners and movie nights and yada yada. But, I want to have a relationship with you.”
Wanda took a moment to take it in, turning in over and around in her mind until she came to a conclusion,
“Okay. It’s kind of sexy, I like it. Sure.”
And le fin.
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I hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this one, Wanda and Agatha is def a fav ship of mine and it was interesting to take on this plot idea! Don’t forget to leave kudos and leave a request!