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After spending your entire afternoon panicking, a million thoughts running through your mind as Loki runs through your legs over and over again excitedly, you plop down your bed with a sigh. What are you supposed to do now?

Wanda’s upset with you, probably over the fact that she thought something was going on, that you were maybe hinting at something, that you maybe reciprocated her feelings. You do. You do, you can feel it vibrating all over your body, all your feelings from the last who knows how many years all collapsing on top of each other. It’s overwhelming. Maybe the most overwhelming thing you’ve ever felt, realising that you’ve loved her since you’ve known what love is. She’s all you’ve ever known and you could have had a life with her. Hell, you could have had heteronormativity with her, the very thing you thought you despised. Well, you still do. It’s extremely discriminatory and-

Okay, not the time to be thinking about social justice. You’ve had it with her. With her and the twins, your little family. God, the smile on her face when you’re looking after them or playing with them. You should have known. How could you not have known?

Loki meows at you eagerly, nudging your leg with his head.

“What’d you want me to do? Run to her parents' house in the rain and throw rocks at her window? She’s not talking to me!” You frustratedly groan, falling back onto your bed. Sitting up quickly with a gasp, you look down at Loki with a smile, laughing loudly. “You’re a genius!” Rushing into your closet, you put on your best suit - which isn’t really your ‘best’ anyway, they all look the same - and hurry out the door. The moment you lock eyes with your neighbour in the lift as it’s closing, she holds her arm out to hold it but she will suck all the happiness out of you right now, so you make a run for it down the stairs.

It turns out to be a mistake. Your backs and legs hurt about halfway down, these slippery shoes sliding with every couple of steps. But you keep going anyway, skipping a few steps as you jump down and get into a rhythm. Your chest is heaving by the time you’re at the reception, hands on your knees as you catch your breath.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” The man at the desk asks, tilting his head around the big bouquet of flowers on the counter curiously.

“Fine. Just fine. Need to-to confess my love for my best friend of like, I don’t know, 15 years, maybe? Are these real flowers?” You huff as you drag your feet to the desk. He nods carefully with a confused expression.

“Thanks.” You pull them out of the vase, shaking them to get the water off the stems at the bottom. He only sighs, not bothering with protesting. You run out of the big glass doors, barely letting the rain touch you as you run to your car. 

This is it. A million thoughts run through your mind as you drive through the rain to Wanda’s old house, the house you spent hours in with her, falling for her without even realising you were. A million thoughts, and they’re all Wanda.

A few minutes of driving and panicking later, you drive up to her old house, parking your car. Sitting in there for a few seconds to breathe and collect your thoughts, you let out a deep sigh, grabbing the flowers and opening your door.

“Wanda! Wanda, out here!” You call out, bending over to pick up a couple pebbles. You throw them at her window over and over again, hoping you get a response. “I have something for you to feel!” Gasps echoed around you from people passing by with umbrellas over their heads. With a defensive look, you shake your head and hold your hand up, realising how it sounds. “Huh? No, I’m not a pervert! It’s a reference to when we-why am I even explaining? Move along!” You turn back to the window, ready to pick up more pebbles, but you see her window open, head sticking out. “Wanda!” You exclaim excitedly. Even from here, you can see her glowing skin, her bright eyes that are dragged down by bags that you want to kiss away.

“Get out of here before somebody calls the cops on you!” She angrily yells down at you, making you frown and shake your head, spluttering when rain water gets in your mouth.

“No, you come down here!” You insist, stomping your foot down like a child.

“It’s raining!” She gestures, stating the obvious.

“And? Live a little. With me. Please?” You shoot her a wide smile, pumping your fist up when she sighs and closes her window, assuming she’s coming down to meet you. You wait for a minute before dread starts to fill you at the thought that she’s just sitting in bed waiting for you to leave. Turning around, you scratch the back of your head, vision blurring as pain grips your chest.

“What do you want, Y/N?” You hear her voice from behind you, spinning around so fast you almost slip. Letting out a relieved breath, you take a step closer to her, gesturing with your hand for her to walk off the porch and into the rain. She shakes her head but you insist with more aggressive hands. With a groan she closes the front door and wraps her cardigan around herself, shivering when the cold rain first touches her skin. She comes to a stop in front of you, blinking as the water gets in her eyes. “What?” She asks again, snapping you out of your haze when you realise you've been staring. Clearing your throat and passing her the bouquet, you smile when she takes it hesitantly.

“Remember when you said you wanted to feel something? Well, this time I don’t have pot.” You confess, hoping she gets it. But she tilts her head, brows coming together.

“What?” You clear your throat again, running a hand through your wet hair nervously. No problem. You can try again.

“Okay. Um, I want to be your Beast.” Your words come out closer to a question, nerves taking over you. Wanda only sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. She’s getting wet and it’s cold and she’s really been having a horrible few weeks.

“Y/N, you’re not making-” With a groan, you lose all self-control and start yelling.

“Christ, Wanda, I’m trying to tell you that I love you! I think I’ve been falling for you since the day we met and I’ve been so damn stupid to not see it. I was too scared to love when all I’ve seen is how love never works, but it does! It’s been working all along, with us. It’s always been us, Wanda. I’m just so sorry I couldn’t see it sooner.” Your yelling turns into a whisper by the end, watching her expression change. Her bright ginger hair turns darker as it almost soaks completely, her eyes wild and wide, lips opening and closing as she struggles to form words. Oh, no. Fear splinters your heart, burning you with humiliation. A heavy disappointment takes over your body but you try to keep a hopeful mind. You’ve misinterpreted this before, right? “So, uh…do you love me back or-” Wanda cuts you off, surging forward with a hand gripping your jaw. Your dropping heart bounces back up to your throat when your brain registers Wanda’s incredibly soft lips against your own. Jumping into action, you wrap an arm around her waist to pull her flush against you, your other hand holding her cheek ever-so-gently. Wanda pulls her lips away for a moment, eyes fluttering open.

“I do. I really-” She whispers and as much as you’d love to hear it, you interrupt her with a happy and desperate breath of air, nodding quickly.

“Great, that’s great.” You mumble, pulling her back in, locking your lips to hers again. She hums into the kiss, vibrations making you hum back as your forehead creases, body and mind overwhelmed with all the emotions exploding in you right now. She’s exotic and addictive, and you’re scolding yourself at how much time you’ve wasted. The urgent kiss turns lazy as her arms wrap around your neck, yours both planted on her face to keep her in, terrified of breaking free and waking up in your empty, cold bed. You don’t want to open your eyes. You don’t want to break free. You’d rather die breathless with her lips on yours right now, with her tongue subtly brushing against your bottom lip, enlightening something deeper in you, a desire that weakens your knees. It’s Wanda that slowly pulls back, your lips making a soft sound as they split away from each other. Your eyes remain closed because you’ll actually cry if you open them and don’t see jade green.

“You can open your eyes, Beast.” She teases, amusement in her tone. Slowly, you open your eyes and blink away the heavy raindrops. You meet jade green, soft crinkles in the corners of her eyes as she smiles, and it’s honestly…the happiest you’ve ever seen her been.

“Wow.” You mumble in awe to which she blushes a deep red. But she doesn’t duck her head away like she usually does. Instead, Wanda soaks it in, leaning up to quickly peck your lips again. You smile widely, leaning down to copy her. She giggles, brushing her nose against yours, your foreheads resting against each other and sighing as you breathe each other in.

“The boys are asleep. But my parents are home.” She confesses, biting her bottom lip. Oh. Oh.

“Oh, we don’t have to-that’s not why I’m here. I just…really needed you to know that I love you.” You smile, laughing breathlessly, struggling to breathe with all the water in your face. But it’s worth it to see her smile.

“I love you too.” She whispers.

“I know.” You smirk, laughing when she pinches the back of your neck.

“Ass.” You wrap your arms around her as you sigh in contentment, pulling her in even further than you thought was possible. God, you just want to be close to her. But she’s newly divorced and this is…well, old, but new. Really old, and also really new.

“We can go slow. I wanna take you on a real date, get you flowers that aren’t soaked and ruined-” You reassure her that this is more than just sex, more than what you thought you wanted in high school. This is real. But she interrupts you, leaning closer, breath hot against your lips even in the cold rain. Her eyes turn a shade darker, fingers digging into the back of your neck slightly and fuck you’re fighting everything in you right now to not roll your eyes back at how good that feels.

“I’m soaked, but not ruined…yet.” Oh. You audibly gulp at her words. And just when you think you couldn’t get any wetter in the rain, Wanda finds a loophole.

“Oh.”

[A/N - SMUT WARNING]

“Y/N…” Wanda moans your name, almost sighing it, so delicately that your knees wobble. “Please.” She sighs again as your kisses along her neck turn into teeth scraping against her skin. Wanda gasps as her fingers grip your wet shirt, her thigh coming up the side of your body. You grip her thigh to keep her close to you, pushing your body against hers and trapping her against the wall in the lift. The way her hips buck towards your touch drives you insane; it’s like her entire body is aching for you, fingers clawing at the back of your neck, gripping and tugging your hair to guide your mouth where she wants it.

“I’d fuck you right here if I could.” You mumble, voice rasped with desire. Even her neck has you addicted, biting down and soothing every mark with a gentle lick of your tongue. It makes her breathe shakily, trying to contain her moans for whatever reason. That has you frowning because you want to hear her. And if she’s insisting on holding back, well, you have to try your absolute best to make her feel good enough to let go.

“What’s stopping you?” She husks, her hand curling around your jaw to pull your lips to hers just because she can. You notice how her accent fades back to Sokovian when her mind is clouded with pleasure; your mind is buzzing at every new piece of information you’re getting.

“My back.” You mumble against her lips, grinning when she laughs, throwing her head back. This time you have no issue diving and kissing her exposed neck. Now that you know how you’ve been feeling all this time, your mind rushes to every moment your eyes would drift to Wanda’s neck whenever she laughed.

“That’s what you get for waiting 16 years.” Wanda teases, her fingers soothingly running up and down your spine.

“I thought it was 15.” You kiss up her neck, sucking behind her ear and smirking when she gasps. Found a spot.

“You’re bad at maths.” She breathes out, smiling in what can only be described as pure pleasure and relief when your hand creeps its way up her neck. Your fingers caress her skin gently, delicate and airy with your touches. You trace her veins, tendons, her sharp collarbones, memorising every inch, every touch, every sound she makes. The moment the ding of the lift pierces the silence, Wanda drags you by your tie, urgently rushing to your door. She pulls her key out and opens it, pulling you in so hard you slip and have to hold the wall to steady yourself.

“Christ, what’s the rush?” You smirk, kicking your shoes off. But the smirk falls off your face when Wanda turns to you, dark eyes clouded with desperate desire.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 years. And I’ve wanted you for 16. I don’t think you can comprehend how badly I need you right now.” She confesses in a firm voice, pulling you closer as she tugs your tie off. But you hear something else in her tone, something hidden. A vulnerability. With pinched brows, you lean your head back, a hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek.

“Hey.” You whisper, forcing her attention away from unbuttoning your shirt. She almost ducks her head at the intensity of your eyes, but she stays. It’s hard for her to, but she stays either way. “You have me.” You reassure her in a strong, unwavering tone. It has her smiling, eyes fluttering in relief. Maybe you took a while, but you were always hers. And she knows it now.

With a final sigh, Wanda tugs your unbuttoned shirt back, urgency back. Stepping away, you hurriedly take it off, peeling the uncomfortably wet shirt off your skin. You’re practically jumping, hopping as you take your pants and socks off, groaning in frustration before you finally sigh in relief and look up. The smile drops as you’re flooded with a deep, hot desire when your eyes fall on Wanda’s body. She’s leaning against the door in nothing but her mismatched underwear, biting her lip nervously. But she has absolutely nothing to be nervous about. You rush forward, moaning against her lips as you collide together, feeling her hot skin against yours.

Wanda’s tongue quickly and smoothly invades your mouth but you fight back with dominance, accepting her easy surrender. She lifts her thigh again, smooth skin caressing your own and you don’t have the patience this time. Grabbing her other leg too, you lift her up, hurriedly walking to your room as she locks her legs around your waist. It’s a miracle you didn’t bump into-

“Fuck!” You groan as your foot bangs against the bottom corner of the kitchen island. Wanda pulls back with a grimace, a sympathetic look in her eyes as you shake your throbbing foot. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” You mumble, shrugging it off as your lips attach to hers again like magnets, soothing your pain. She sighs into the kiss, indulging in this moment as you push your bedroom door open and gently place her on the bed. Wanda’s legs stay around you, the heels of her feet digging into your lower back as she pulls you down with her, refusing to break away from your lips. Her desperate desire for you spreads a warmth inside you, making you break away from her lips to take a shaky breath. You blink, shaking off the intense feelings but she shakes her head with a frown, connecting your eyes again.

“No.” She mutters under her breath, gently holding your cheek. You naturally lean into her touch, eyes softening. “I don’t just want sex. I want to feel something.” She says with certainty, letting you know exactly what she wants, what she’s always wanted. She needs the intensity, the passion, the burning desire. With a nod of acceptance, you lean back down, brushing your lips against hers. She leans up, chasing your lips but you hold her down with a hand on her shoulder. Wanda looks at you with confusion, impatience, but you’re looking at her with pure desire and adoration, taking your time to just…admire her.

“I could stare at you forever.” You whisper, leaning back down and giving her the most gentle kiss she’s ever experienced, lips hovering, brushing, kissing her like you’re afraid to break her. Like she’s the most delicate thing in existence. Nuzzling her neck happily, you sigh and leave gentle, lazy kisses that grow needier when you reach new skin. You suck along her collarbone, revelling in the sweet moans you’re pulling out of her. Her fingers dig into your hair, pressing against your scalp and the feeling is delicious.

Your hands run along her sides, her outer thighs, kneading her skin gently as you appreciate every inch of her body. She arches her back when your lips brush against her exposed cleavage, the top of her breasts almost slippery from your lips, teeth, and tongue. Your hands shake as they reach her strap, but you push your intense nerves away and unclasp her bra. She looks down at you with her head on the pillow, lips open as her chest heaves gently. You don’t break eye contact as you slowly tug the straps down her shoulders, her arms; the material brushes against her hardened nipples, making her shiver at the feeling.

“God…” She whimpers as you keep your eyes locked together, tongue peeking out to flick against her nipple. The fact that you’d rather look in her eyes than at her exposed chest speaks volumes to her, making both her heart and her core throb with need. You circle your tongue over her hardened bud teasingly, a smirk dangerously forming on your lips. But when she whines in desperation, you lose all self-control and you just need to hear that noise again.

Wrapping your lips around her, you suck until she’s arching her back into you, letting out soft whimpers and whines. Her hips buck, rolling against your naked abs. Just to provide her with some temporary relief, you flex your muscles to give her something harder to rub against. But it ends up being more than just temporary relief.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” Wanda moans out desperately, her eyes closing, forehead creasing as she pants heavily. She rolls her hips faster, reaching the pleasure she’s been seeking for years. You start to strain at flexing so hard for this long, but you can’t stop. Not when the red flush over her chest reaches her neck that’s littered with your marks. Not when the prominent veins contrast her pale skin as you start grounding your abs down with her grinds. The only thing you stop is your breath, holding it as you knead her other breast in your hand, sucking her bud harder, tongue flicking against it at the same time. You don’t breathe as you watch her body hit an earth-shattering high, hips twitching as she thrusts up one last time against your abs. You only let out a breath when your mouth lets go of her nipple with a pop, a string of saliva clinging from her bud to your lips. Wanda sighs softly as the colour comes back to her face, looking down at you with a smile that turns into a gaped mouth at your lust-clouded expression.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Ever.” You husk out with absolute certainty, like you’ve never been certain of anything else in your entire life. The blush comes back to her face at your words, turning her head to the side, but you’re quick to kiss your way back up her chest, the base of her neck, up her jawline and finally her soft lips. You pull back slightly, breathing against her lips because you need to look at her eyes when you reach down and slip a finger between her legs. She gasps, thighs tightening around you when you brush over her sensitive clit.

You breathe her gasp in, slipping your fingers until they dip down into pure warmth and wetness. Wanda can’t help the way her eyes light up, fluttering when you leisurely swirl your finger, exploring until it’s suddenly gone. She confusedly opens her mouth to talk, but shuts it when your finger reappears, this time sliding between your lips. Your eyes flicker at the taste, wanting to indulge and close your eyes, but you stare at her instead, fuelled by the intense desire in her eyes as you suck your wet finger into your mouth.

“You’re going to ruin me.” She rasps, fingers gripping your locks. She wastes no time in guiding your head down, pushing as you kiss whatever skin you get your lips on. Your nose nuzzles against the patch of hair trimmed perfectly above her glistening lips. “Please, Y/N.” She begs as you refuse to go down further, kissing her pelvis, across to her inner thighs gleaming with her wetness. You languidly smooth your tongue across, collecting as much as you can. It’s not just for her pleasure, but yours. She tastes sweet and a little salty and it’s perfect. She’s perfect.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper before sucking a mark into her inner thigh. It quivers under your lips, twitching, begging for more. Who are you to deny a goddess like her? You dive your tongue through her slit, licking a line up to her pulsing clit. Wanda lets out a loud cry of relief, hips writhing underneath you, overwhelmed with finally being touched where she’s been deprived for so long. Her back arches as you hold her hips down, wrapping both your arms around her thighs. You’re not going to lie and say this isn’t for selfish reasons. You’re just addicted and want to devour her without interruption. You’re addicted to her taste, to how warm she feels against your tongue, to how she’s practically gushing with every smooth swirl of your tongue. You’re addicted to her whimpers and whines, her moans and groans, her cries that only rise in pitch when you dive your tongue as deep as it can into her throbbing hole.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please, please don’t fucking stop.” She pants out in what you can only say is a religious chant, begging over and over again as you curl your tongue and explore her insides. Her hands claim your hair, clenching and tugging your locks to guide your head, trying to somehow push you even deeper into her. Your mouth and chin are slippery with her wetness, surprised and obsessed at the evidence of just how much you turn her on. Her eager tugs ease though, turning into scalp scratches that have you moaning against her. Your sound vibrates through her pussy, reaching her already pulsing clit. She throbs around your tongue at the feeling, making you moan again and again, brows knitting together. This might be your new favourite thing to do.

Your own core tingles with the sensation, already feeling that you’re practically flooding your indefinitely ruined underwear. But Wanda’s hitched breath every time your nose brushes over her clit makes it so worth it. She squirms at the subtle touch she only gets every couple of seconds, but she tries to be patient, letting you stroke her insides with your expert tongue.

“Feels so good, baby. So good.” She breathes out between sultry moans, fingers lacing through your hair. It’s the first time she’s used ‘baby’, making pure bliss surge through your chest. It reignites your urgency, making you curl and swirl your tongue fiercely. Your urgency seems to awaken Wanda’s too. Looking up at her, your eyes catch hers looking down at you.

Her mouth hangs open as she pants, hunched, almost sitting up with her hands tugging your hair. Your eyes fall to her chest, squeezed between her arms, so full, marked with your lips and teeth, nipples hard with desire. You moan at the sight, brows coming together in this desperate need to have your mouth everywhere at once. You repeatedly curl your tongue as you thrust it in and out of her pulsing hole, leaning your head down to brush your nose against her clit until she’s gripping your hair so fucking hard you start seeing stars. Or maybe it’s because of how tight her thighs press against your head, how she’s practically humping your face. You refuse to let her break eye contact, pinching her thigh when she throws her head back. Wanda’s head bounces back to you obediently.

“God, I’m so close, baby.” She whimpers, grinding her hips up against you desperately. You keep your pace, straining your neck until her mouth hangs open, going silent as she reaches her high. 

Your vision threatens to go blurry but you breathe through your nose harshly. Her scent intoxicates you and the pressure of the air as your breath has her thighs trembling under your hold. Her velvety folds slide against your lips as you delve in as deep as you can, nuzzling your head until she freezes, letting out what you can 100 per cent say are porn-worthy moans. Holy shit. 

“Y/N, fuck, oh, fuck.” She whines your name out religiously, pumping her hips up erratically, unrhythmically. Her fingers hold your head in place, your body freezing as her pussy tightens around your tongue, pulsing and throbbing your tongue to insanity. You don’t dare move as she uses your face, uses your mouth to make herself cum, taking her time to roll her hips and sigh in pleasure, riding her high. You only move when her body finally slumps, sinking into the bed. You hold her thighs, spreading them apart because there is no way you’re done yet. She shudders as you slide your tongue through her folds, refusing to waste a single drop. The moment you playfully brush your tongue over her clit, she twitches, glaring at you. “I’m sensitive.” She complains, biting her bottom lip.

“And I’m in love.” You counter with a grin that widens when she blushes, unable to contain her joy as she looks up at the ceiling.

“Were you always this smooth?” She asks, almost sounding fed up with you. Maybe it’s the cliches, or maybe the cliches are exactly what she needs because she’s never experienced them. You kiss up her body gently with precision, wanting to taste every inch of her skin. She strokes your jaw when you reach her face, leaning down to peck her nose before rubbing your against hers, brushing your lips together.

“As smooth as your legs, dear.” You tease, laughing when she giggles, holding the back of your neck to keep your face close to hers, to keep your lips languidly kissing hers. 

Is this what you’ve been missing for the last 16 years? You really could have had this if you weren’t so afraid of the chance of a broken love like your parents? You scold yourself for missing out on all these years; for missing out on 16 years of making love to the woman of your dreams; missing out on 16 years of staring into her eyes and exploring the endless forests in them; missing the mornings with your arms wrapped around her waist as you cook breakfast together. Domesticity is something you hated, but now it’s all you want with the woman in your arms and it took you forever to see it, to finally see her.

“See. I told you movie love is real.” You tell her in a cocky voice, smiling when she rolls her eyes but blushes nonetheless.

“Is it my turn yet?” She husks out, desire back in her tone. You raise a brow, not exactly expecting this from her. She’s never really hinted at her being interested in women, so you figured she wasn’t as experienced generally speaking. Not just sexually, but in terms of self-acceptance and overcoming the fear that comes along with it. But you’re not complaining one bit.

“Do you want to?” You ask her, maybe sounding a little too insecure. She picks up on it and frowns. But instead of arguing back and listing all the reasons she wants you, Wanda simply reaches a hand around you, unclasping your bra with ease. You hold yourself up with your hands as she slides down your body, kissing down your neck until she reaches your chest. Your breathing becomes uneven with anticipation, a soft groan escaping your throat when you finally feel her lips brushing over your hardened nipple. The groan turns into a hiss and moan when her teeth dangerously graze over your bud. You can feel her smirk against your skin when she sucks your breast into her mouth.

“You sound exactly like I thought you would.” She murmurs, giving the same attention to your other breast.

“Fuck, what?” You moan out, tugging on her hair to bring her back up. Wanda simply smirks, her hand trailing down your muscled back until she reaches your backside.

“You have no clue how many nights I’ve spent thinking of you.” She squeezes teasingly, pulling your hips flush against hers. She sighs at the feeling of your soaked underwear against her, relishing in your desire for her.

“Really?” You breathe out as you kiss the corner of her lips, dragging your mouth down her jawline.

“All the time. Especially when we were at college. I’d toss and turn, seeing you asleep in the bed across from mine. And my hand would just…” She trails off, smirking with a powerful and controlled look in her eyes as you desperately widen yours.

“Just what?” You ask, begging for her to continue. She tugs your underwear instead, pulling it down as far as she can. You quickly help her, using your legs to kick them off to the ground. She shifts until your wet heat is against her naked thigh, both of you sighing shakily - you at the pleasure and her at how you’re already dripping down the sides of her thigh.

“They’d go down, like this.” She whispers as her hand slithers down your body, fingertips tracing your abs. You shudder at the feeling, fingers clasping the bedsheets by Wanda’s head. She takes her time there, exposing that it’s clearly something she’s been wanting for a while. That’s definitely something you keep in your mind for later. “And this.” She continues, circling her hand just below your abs, smirking as your breath hitches. You strain your neck, veins pulsing. Wanda notices and decides to make this easier for you. No longer teasing you, her fingers slide down and meet your throbbing clit. You practically explode into a croaky moan, forcing its way out of your throat. But her other hand holds your waist and tugs, making you move up a little. “And this.” She says finally, positioning her hand over her pelvis, making you settle with your thighs on either side of her. You sink down as she twirls her finger, easily sliding into your wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Wanda.” You moan, sitting up with your hands on her stomach as leverage. She lets your hips do the work, moving up and down at your own pace, but her eyes are not short of desperate, wanting, needing you. When you moan her name with your face scrunched up in pleasure, she breathes with contentment, a warmth spreading across her chest. It makes her want more, want to hear it again, hear you, feel you, see what else she can make your face do.

“So wet for me.” She mumbles, looking down at your pussy in awe as your wetness clings to the palm of her hand. It drives her crazy with a desire to claim you. She sits up, pulling her hand down slightly until the tip of her finger rests at your entrance. She thrusts back up with two fingers, making you grunt, rolling your hips down with her thrusts.

This new position allows her access to your chest as your legs fall on either side of her, flush to her as closely as you can. The expert movements of her fingers, the way she curls them with each thrust has your eyes shut tight in pleasure, but Wanda’s lips suddenly all over your chest is what breaks you. You jerk forward with a loud moan, no longer holding back as you let yourself get lost in Wanda. In the feeling of her fingers pumping inside you, in her lips and teeth and tongue sliding over your chest, in her intoxicating scent, the soft pants as she strains, holding your back to keep you in place on her lap.

The thought that she’s been doing this to herself for years thinking about you, in the same room as you sometimes, is only further twisting the coil in your core that’s desperately needing to unwind.

“Shit, babe. Harder.” You demand in between groans, moaning in relief when she listens to you, the sound of her palm slapping against your dripping pussy echoing around the room. She flicks her tongue over your nipple again and again, knowing you like it by the way your fingers dig into her back. Your hips grind eagerly, feeling like you’re right there on the edge, desperately seeking that peak. 

Wanda can feel your desperation and she wants to relish in, indulge herself as she smirks against your skin, biting down at the top of your breast. You let out a groan of mixed pain and pleasure, holding her head to keep it there. She soothes it with her smooth tongue, surprising you with a third finger when the top of her fingers reach your entrance.

“Yes! There, right there.” You pant, practically whining at how good the stretch feels. Wanda hums against your bud, sucking gently as she lifts her thumb, pressing it against your clit with perfect pressure. Your moans turn desperate as you bounce on her lap, drenching her fingers, her thighs, riding to your climax. She lets go of your breast to look up at the way your face is scrunched in ecstasy, your mouth hung open with a string of breathy moans that sound angelic to her, neck straining as you throb around her fingers so hard she can barely thrust them up. “W-Wanda, shit.” You manage to gasp out, pushing forward until she’s laying on the bed with you on top of her. Her hand’s trapped that way, but she’s not complaining when her eyes are stuck to your face, your hips rolling and twitching as you come down from your orgasm, dropping your head down to moan directly into her ear.

“Oh, God.” She breathes out, mind woozy just from watching your intense orgasm. Hearing you moan like that, breathing hot against her ear, her fingers trapped in your wet heat makes her own pussy pulse, awakening with a new desire. She already knows she could never get enough of you.

“I’m going to be really upset if you tell me you’ve had sex with another woman.” You laugh out breathlessly, rolling off of her. You shudder as her fingers slide out of you, shuddering again when she looks you in the eyes and sucks them clean. “Really upset.” You mumble, emphasising that. More upset at the fact that she hadn’t told you, otherwise you could have asked her out sooner. You know you would have. Deep down, you knew that because Wanda wanted that nuclear family life you figured she was straight. And that’s why you refused to see your own feelings for more than a platonic friendship.

[A/N - SMUT OVER]

“Only you. It’s always been you.” She smiles softly, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. She pulls away with a content smile, sighing as she drops her head down to your chest. You lay in comfortable silence, both of you almost giddy and high on love. You turn your face to kiss her head every few minutes, loving the way the affection makes her sink into you deeper. But you freeze when something comes to mind that you completely forgot about.

“Uh…did you…are the divorce papers signed? Or are we gonna get in trouble for this?” You ask her, nerves leaking out of your voice. Wanda freezes looking up at you with wide eyes filled with terror. “Oh, God. Fuck, did we really-” You fall into a panic but your face drops when Wanda snorts, amusement in her eyes. She laughs as you grumble, turning your face away from her. “Asshole.”

“Hey, stop.” She complains when you move away from her lips, a frown spreading on her lips. Wanda huffs, pouting and putting on her puppy eyes, exactly like her boys do when they want something. Well, they definitely get it from her. “I want to kiss you.” She confesses, demands more like. Who are you to say no to her?

“Anything for you, my love.” You whisper sweetly, all seriousness in your tone. She leans up, kissing you softly. “Anything.” You promise, swearing fealty to her in your words, in your eyes that show love for her and only her. They always have, and they always will.

“Boys! Come out for dinner!” You call out from the kitchen, waiting for their loud footsteps as they jump off their beds and open their bedroom door. Loki runs out after them, rushing to his bowls of food and water on the floor.

“Where’s mum?” Billy asks with furrowed brows. He struggles to sit up on the tall stools at the kitchen island for a moment before succeeding and sitting upright in victory.

“She’s coming up just now. Probably stuck in the lift with Chatty Kathy.” You whisper the second part in a playful tone, smiling when the twins laugh at your joke. As you’re plating, the door unlocks and in steps Wanda. Wanda, with her eyes that light up when she sees you, with a wide and contagious smile, red lips, in a maroon pantsuit that you can’t wait to peel off.

“Go hug your mum and congratulate her.” You tell the boys who immediately hop off the stools, sliding to their mother and wrapping their arms around her.

“Hi mum.” Billy mumbles into her side.

“Congrats, mum!” Tommy exclaims, not knowing what he’s even congratulating her for. They rush back to their seats, struggling again. It has you frowning, deep in thought. Wanda breaks you out of them, suddenly behind you with her arms wrapped around you.

“Hi, darling. Is this my recipe?” She asks curiously, standing on her tiptoes but it’s still not enough for her to glance over your shoulder. She looks around you, scanning the food on the table. “Chicken paprikash?” She asks with adoration in her eyes at your interest in her heritage. You nod with a bashful smile.

“I actually called your mum to make sure I was doing it right.” Wanda practically coos, leaning up to kiss you softly. The boys are too busy stuffing their faces to giggle at the display of affection.

“You’re so sweet.” She whispers against your lips, pecking them once more before making her way to your shared bedroom. You follow her like a puppy, watching as she puts her briefcase on the side and carefully kicks her heels off.

“So? Was I right in my congratulations?” You excitedly ask, practically bouncing on your feet. Wanda sighs and your smile drops. But her lips curl into a wide smile instead, squealing when you rush to her and lift her up in your arms. “I knew you’d get it!” She laughs as you spin her around, coming to a stop as she turns in your arms and looks out of the floor-to-ceiling window with a content sigh. You wrap your arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly, nuzzling your nose in your safe space.

“I don’t want to call the last 10 years a waste of my time, because I had and raised my boys. But I do wish I could have done both.” She confesses quietly, almost ashamed at the thought of regretting her motherhood. But you shake your head, telling her it’s okay to feel the way that she feels.

“Well, you can now. This is what you’re good at. You’ve been watching sitcoms your entire life, studying them, exhausting yourself at college studying Film and Media. And now, you get to direct one.” You reassure her, kissing her neck up to her jaw.

“It’s not that big-” She turns her head away, still reserved about this kind of stuff after spending years with Vision. You interrupt her, squeezing her side.

“It’s big. It’s definitely big.” Wanda looks over her shoulder at you with a smirk, raising her brow enticingly.

“Big, huh?” She rasps, that familiar dangerous glint in her eyes. You chuckle, kissing her lips before biting down playfully.

“Behave.” You husk, sighing in contentment when she wiggles her back against your front playfully. You stay swaying to the sound of the boys in the background, chattering and eating their dinner. You know you should go eat too or the food will get cold, but she’s warm and you can’t step away. “Hey, Belle?” You whisper, smiling when she snorts.

“Yes, Beast.” She teases, her hands covering your own on her stomach. You think for a moment, staring out of the window at the fast-moving cars and skyscrapers. This is an average apartment you’ve spent years in for your average job and your average life. It’s not fit for your perfect family.

“I think we should buy a house.” You suggest quietly. Wanda only turns in your arms, holding your jaw in her soft hands. You smile peacefully, indulging in her touch. She sighs happily with a wide smile, the happiest you’ve ever seen her. She leans up as you lean down, lips connecting perfectly. She pulls away after letting herself indulge in your deep and loving kiss, forehead pressed against yours. Her bright eyes shine with happy tears and your mind flashes back to when you opened your apartment door, finding her in tears that broke you. But these tears? These tears are everything to you.

“A home. Let’s build a home.”