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"How did you.. you know that you like girls?"
Huh? You blink, moving your attention away from the book you are reading. Where does that suddenly come from? Sitting on her bed, you are studying for the upcoming exam next week. Wanda doesn't move a muscle on her face, awaiting your answer.
"Well.. I don't really know when exactly it occurred to me. I guess, deep down I always knew about it."
Wanda shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "It's a dumb question, forget it."
"No. No, it's not dumb at all." You quickly calm her down, catching her hand in the air that flew to her face. "Hey, hey.. Wanda. Look at me, it's not dumb."
She opens her eyes, looking at you with sadness and something else covering her usual giggly expression. This has to be something that lingered in her head for quite a while now. Rubbing your thumb over her knuckles, you give her an uplifting smile.
"Okay, I have an idea." You begin, carefully wording your next words. "Sit down on my lap."
A strangled sound escapes her mouth. Wanda never heard you speak so directly to her before, always careful how to behave in her presence. The redhead is the embodiment of sweetness. You never want to ruin that innocence that she continues to hold in her heart.
"I- Why?"
"Trust me." You whisper, gently tugging at her arm.
Wanda swallows harshly, watching you intertwine your fingers together. Your hand was slightly cold against her burning ones. She raises herself on her knees, slowly closing the distance between your bodies. Her dress inches up a bit in the process which you definitely don't notice.
Wanda moves on top of you, not putting all her weight on you as she continues to sit on her knees. Suppressing a laugh, you push her down until she fully settles on your thighs. Her breath audibly hitches, staring at you with innocent eyes.
Your hands run up and down her thighs. "And are you feeling straight now?"
Wanda stares at you with wide eyes, gulping heavily. "I'm not sure."
Her voice shakes a bit. You tilt your head to the side, your eyes hanging on her pink lips. There were times when you wondered how they would feel on yours. You never thought that the day would come when it comes true.
Precious, sweet Wanda sitting all flustered on your lap. Her cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink as you lazily grin. Sitting on top of you messes up her mind, her thighs squeezing together as a spark settles in between her legs. Licking over your lips, you keep yourself under control, not wanting to scare her away.
"Do you want me to help you with that?"
Your hand doesn't stop caressing her leg, stating above the fabric of her dress. She slowly nods, her breathing growing heavier. You haven't even touched her properly yet and she is already so worked up. Gently, you guide her to lie on her back. Her red hair falls over the white covers, reminding you of a waterfall of fire.
You hover above her, keeping your weight off her body. "I need words, Wands. Do you want this to happen?"
Her doe-like eyes stare up at you, silently pleading with you to keep going. "Y-yes. But.. Do you want to do it too?"
"Let me tell you a secret, Wands." You lean forward, grazing your lips over her ear shell. "Each of my thoughts about you is improper."
"Oh."
You want to ruin her then and there. Her lips tremble against yours as you softly wrap your arms around her waist. You brush your tongue over her lower lip. Wanda whimpers, slowly parting her mouth. Kissing her slowly, you deepen the kiss and skim your fingers over her shoulders. Trailing one hand down her side, you push her dress upwards. She sits up, not breaking the kiss as she pulls the clothing off her body.
The two seconds where you needed to break the kiss seem to be too long for her. Wanda sighs against your lips, throwing her arms around your neck and pulling you back down. You smile, feeling the eagerness radiating from her body. Quickly, the kiss grows heated again.
Your hands graze over her inner thigh, feeling the light twitch under your touch. "Spread your legs for me, pretty girl."
Wanda does as you say, spreading her legs willingly. Moving your mouth to her neck, you breathe in her addictive perfume. It reminds you of a beautiful spring day, the mix of lilies and other flowers tickling your nose. Her pulse pounds wildly underneath your lips.
"Please.. y/n."
You leave tender kisses down her chest. Her breathing picks up. Kissing down her belly button, you run a finger underneath the waistline of her black underwear.
Wanda looks down at you, her fingers tugging on your hair. "What are you doing?"
"I want to taste you." You explain, kissing a line down her chest and over her stomach.
Her muscles tense, pushing your head back. You immediately stop, gazing up at her and rubbing a soothing circular motion over her skin.
"What's wrong?"
"I- I never.." She begins but trails off, avoiding your eyes as realization dawns on you. She makes a hand motion, swallowing hard.
"You never had someone go down on you?" You bluntly ask, feeling her breath hitch at the choice of words. "Not even once?"
"Vis.. he- he never wanted to do it. I think he found it disgusting.. maybe he found me.. you know."
What a fucking moron.
"You're beautiful, Wanda. If he didn't see that he was a dick and didn't deserve you." You cup her face, looking at her with a serious expression. "You could never be anything but beautiful to me. And not only because of your beauty but because I know you. I can't imagine anyone else being a more perfect soul than you."
Wanda chuckles, escaping your eyes as she shyly looks to the side. "You're exaggerating."
"I'm not."
You turn her chin back towards you, softly caressing her skin. This quickly grew into a more intense moment than you both thought. But you can't help yourself when this is all you ever dreamed of. Wanda leans her head a bit closer to your other hand that's cupping her jaw, giving you a small smile. You love her smiles.
"You'll like it, trust me. And if anything feels uncomfortable, you'll need to tell me right away. Yeah?"
She nibbles on her lip, nodding her head. "Okay."
"Just relax and enjoy it, Wands." You press a sweet kiss against her swollen lips. "Let me make you feel good."
She visibly relaxes, sighing deeply and leaning her head back against the cushion. You trail your kisses back down, mouthing her name against her flushed skin. Her stomach flexes as you run your tongue over the waistline of her underwear. Teasing her sensitive skin a bit longer, you watch her grow more impatient. Wanda bites down on her tongue, the uncomfortable feeling between her legs becoming nearly unbearable.
"Focus only on me."
Her thighs are soft under your fingertips. Slowly, dragging out the moment even longer, you tuck her underwear down her legs. You drop them on the floor, never breaking eye contact as the redhead bites down on her lip. She shyly looks to the ceiling, not able to keep up with the intense stare. You are just too distracting. It would be a lie if she said that she doesn't find you intimidating. In a good way.
Too lost in her own head, she doesn't notice you moving back up her nearly naked body. With a gasp, Wanda looks at you as your thumb pulls her lower lip out of its misery. She didn't notice it but her teeth sank so hard into the skin that it nearly drew blood.
"Don't do that, darling. You'll bruise that perfect skin otherwise." You whisper, gently running your thumb over the spot.
Only I'll get to do that. The sentence lies on the tip of your tongue but you bury it back into your heart. Too soon. You don't want to get ahead of yourself.
Your hand drops to her back, quickly unclasping her bra. Wanda presses her lips together this time, not trapping her lip between her teeth again. A silly smile tucks at the corner of your mouth. Goosebumps appear over her arms as you throw the last piece of clothing to the rest of her clothes that are scattered across the floor.
Taking a moment to appreciate the girl lying beneath you, you move your gaze over her body. Her rosy nipple hardened in the chilly air, begging for your attention. Fuck. How did you hold yourself back for so long?
"You're so fucking beautiful." You cup one breast, feeling the weight of it in your hand. "Such a pretty girl. I'll tell you that every day from now on until you believe it yourself."
Not knowing how to respond to that, Wanda remains silent. Your eyes flicker over her face, catching the way her lips tremble. Tilting your head to the side, you teasingly flick your thumb over one nipple. Wanda can't keep quiet. A quiet whimper crawls out of her throat, echoing through the bedroom.
"I- I can't wait any longer. Please, do something about it."
"About what?" Your fingertips trace over the underside of her breasts. "I can't look inside that bright head of yours."
"I want.. I want you to fuck me." She stumbles over the last words, too embarrassed to say them out loud.
"Good girl." You give her a small kiss as a reward, grinning as she flushes a brighter shade of pink. "I can do that."
Moving down her body, what has to be the fourth time tonight, you rub circles over her flesh. Her inner thighs already shimmer with arousal. How is that even possible?
Leaning forward, you breathe in her musky scent and suppress a deep groan. Knowing that you are the first person to go down on her, you give her a questioning look one last time. As much as you want to please her, you won't move further until she gives you permission.
"Yes." Wanda nods eagerly, looking like she is about to explode from unreleased tension.
With her consent, you don't waste any more precious time. Diving in between her thighs, you act like a woman that starved for months for this moment to happen. To a certain extent, that's true but you won't admit her that yet.
"Ohh." She whimpers, pressing her hand above her mouth.
Her gasps and broken moans grow louder with each passing minute. One of your hands inches up her chest, playing with her breast and rolling her nipple between your fingers. Every little hitch for breath or needy whimper electrifies a wildfire down your spine.
"Fuck, you're so pretty." You groan, watching her underneath you. "Am I making you feel good, darling?"
Experienced hands glide over her naked body. Wanda throws her head back as your fingers sink into her. You bite down on her hip, groaning as you feel her walls clench around your digits tightly. It must have been a long time ago since.. the asshole. Something swells up inside you. She's yours now. You can't imagine letting her go so quickly again after this. Feel down, you know she doesn't want that either.
"Y-yes, so good." Her accent comes out rougher than usual, thickly wrapping around the last word.
You lick over your dry lips. "Yeah? You're doing so well, pretty girl."
Wanda whimpers again, rolling her hips against your fingers. Wrapping your lips around her clit, you fuck her harder. Your fingers pick up the pace, roughly pushing her closer to the edge. You are glad that her parents aren't home yet. Her moans grow louder, not holding back anymore as her mouth falls open, unable to close it.
"Y/n.. I'm close." Tears glimmer in her eyes as the emotions overwhelm her body. "Please."
"I love how you say my name." You say, closing your eyes for a moment. "Are you going to come around my fingers? Do you want to be my sweet little slut?"
Her brain shut off at hearing the word, not understanding her body's reaction as pleasure shoots down her spine, settling in her lower stomach. You on the other hand understand her just right, feeling her wall grip your fingers impossibly tighter.
Well, who would have thought that Wanda would be such a dirty girl? It doesn't come to you as such a big surprise. Wanda has always been the perfect girl for her parents and everyone else. Somehow it was only a matter of time until she wanted to break free.
Watching these new sides of her come to light, you promise yourself to discover every little thing you never knew about her. Wanda moans, looking at you with dark eyes. The bright green of her irises disappeared fully, leaving only a hint of it there.
"Don't stop. Please, don't stop." She rambles, pressing her hand on top of your head to bring you impossibly closer. "Fuck, y/n."
You smirk, sucking on her clit and continuing to ram your fingers inside her wet heat. Her legs are still for a second, freezing and not making a single sound. Then her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, catching her off guard as the intensity overwhelms her. Your name falls past her lips like a prayer, her thighs quivering. You slow down your pace, dragging out every little bit of pleasure.
You kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on your tongue. Wanda groans inside your mouth, growing all hot again as you slip your tongue inside. All too soon you lean back again, watching her savor the moment for a second longer as she keeps her eyes closed. She's so adorable.
Fighting the urge to push her back down, continuing to ravish her, you tilt her chin upwards. Her eyes blink open, slowly getting back to reality.
You run your tongue over your lower lip, smiling at her with mischievous eyes. "And?"
Wanda laughs, shaking her head and burying her fingers back into your hair, pushing you closer again. "I'm so not straight."