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In hindsight, it was entirely her fault. She’d bought you the PlayStation for Christmas after all. Tony had bought you an Xbox one year, and you hadn’t even touched it. So, she supposed she should feel lucky.
But you were addicted. Hopelessly so. Not addicted enough that you’d prioritise gaming over Wanda, but she felt it was getting close.
And by day four… the witch had had enough.
“Shit!” You slammed the remote into the sofa cushion in a fit of rage that Wanda had become far too accustomed to over the previous days. Thankfully, she entered the room just after you’d died for the sixth time without gaining any kills, and so didn’t experience it. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was bored out of her skull. Ever since you’d got that game… she felt she had to fight for your attention.
Little did she know, you’d almost become a little lonely after deciding to play all day; Nat and Pietro, who had been playing on your team, long since getting bored. So, when your girlfriend walked in…the witch caught your eye immediately, and a smile lit up your face.
“Wands… want to sit on my lap?” She seemed to like that idea.
She ungracefully climbed on top of you, draping her arms around your neck and intentionally blocking your view of the television. You didn’t say anything though. You didn’t rise to it.
“Are you winning your little game?”
There wasn’t an ounce of her that cared about the way your game was going; her condescending tone only exemplified it.
“I’m doing very well at my ‘little game’, thanks for asking, sweetie.”
“Hmm.” She brought a hand to your face, gently rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. Her touch was a purely wonderful tickling sensation, flourishing and becoming the sole focus of your mind. Your eyes probably glazed over at the comforting feeling. Wanda bit her lip as she smiled. “You look pretty today, baby.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Do I not look pretty usually?”
She rolled her eyes, chuckling as your hands slid beneath the thick fabric of her sweater to feel her skin under your palms.
You subconsciously flickered your eyes back towards the TV screen, not knowing how to react under the witch’s soul-searching stare. Unfortunately, she took it as a lack of interest in her.
Her smile fell ever so slightly, not allowing you to notice as she quickly buried her face in your neck.
Thinking she just wanted to simply be close to you for a while, you thought she’d be okay if you picked your remote controller back up.
Wanda never thought she’d find herself being jealous of a video game.
She could sit there and sulk for a while, until you noticed the adorable pout etched into her features and quickly sought to make it right.
But she’d long since had enough of feeling powerless.
She didn’t hesitate another second before latching onto your neck. Placing kisses on every patch of skin she could reach, she sucked on the sensitive area and didn’t let go until she heard a low whine rocket through your body.
She moved up slightly, finding another unmarked area and subsequently attaching her lips to it. This time, she revelled in the immediate groan she received, and grazed her teeth over your neck to force out a louder reaction.
Locating your pulse point by dragging her tongue across your neck in lavishing strokes, she bit down on it in her final attack, thoroughly enjoying the way you cried out.
Her stunning features blocked your view of the screen once again, but you’d never found yourself caring less.
“How long has your game got left, baby?”
“It’s... uh-“
“Good. Follow me.”
Your back had hit the bed almost as soon as you’d stepped into your shared bedroom, thrown to the mattress by Wanda’s magic. She climbed on top of you, giggling as she went.
The witch was quick to slide your jeans down your legs, and your underwear followed almost instantly. Her lips returned to yours at the same time her fingers began sliding through your folds. She grinned against you at the groans that vibrated across your body.
Sensing you wouldn’t be able to keep up with her kisses for much longer, she moved to your neck, and began sucking on the tender skin once again, occasionally nibbling in the way she knew made you cry out. She paused for a second, letting her breathing simply fan across your neck, pretending not to notice the way you tried to squeeze your thighs together at the feeling, threatening to trap her hand there.
“You’re soaking my hand, baby. Is this all for me?”
That sickeningly sweet voice had you reeling.
“For you, mo- Wands, it’s all for you.”
She grinned at your near slip-up. You’d call her her preferred title that night. One way or another.
Continuing to slowly massage between your legs, she lifted her head up to yours, pressing a gentle kiss on the end of your nose, knowing the softer she was with you, the quicker you would slip into a completely pliable headspace.
“I missed you, baby.”
Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “We sleep in the same bed every night, sweetheart, and we literally live together.” You smirked. “Was someone feeling especially needy recently?”
The witch grimaced and her head dipped to avoid your eyes. So much for working you into a submissive state.
“Hey,” you tried to get her attention, guiding her face back up to yours with your hand. “You know you can come to me whenever you want, right, sweetheart? That’s literally the point of us dating,” you added, your lip curling ever so slightly. Still Wanda seemed a little less enthusiastic than before; her fingers had stopped moving between your legs and she was struggling to meet your eyes. You quickly spoke again. “Baby, I get needy sometimes too. You know when I suddenly decide I need to be sat on top of you? And how I grip on to you when we fall asleep? And the way if there aren’t two free seats next to each other at dinner then we’ll just eat in my room? I need you just as much as you need me, Wands. And I’m sorry if it’s felt like I haven’t showed that.”
The Sokovian didn’t speak for a few seconds.
And then she was suddenly overwhelming every one of your senses.
She forced her lips against yours, moving at a pace you almost found hard to reciprocate. Her tongue slipped out, meeting yours in a way that made you groan. The motions against your folds once again picked up, the witch quickly finding your clit under her fingertips and rubbing small circles against it.
“I fucking love you.” She panted against your lips as you moaned wantonly. You grinned, revelling in the way she rested her forehead against yours so she could focus on the movements of her hand. And then she pulled away. With a smirk dominating her face no less.
You pouted at her, and received a soft kiss to your lips in response. But no explanation. She seductively sucked each finger into her mouth in turn, her eyes flitting between yours as she did. You fought your hardest not to simply moan at the sight.
Deciding not to push her, you simply let her tug your sweater off your body, letting your fingers thread through her hair as she began creating patterns across your skin with kisses.
“Mhmm... feels good, Wands.” Enjoying the praise, Wanda continued her journey down your body, nipping and licking at every section of skin she could find on offer.
As she went, she laced her hands down your legs so she could bend your knees in towards yourself, leaving you utterly exposed for her to take.
She settled on the bed below you, winking up at you as if she knew how desperate you were feeling for her now. It was almost laughable. Who were you kidding, of course she knew.
“Please...”
“Shhhh, I know, baby, let me take care of you.”
Your glistening centre was practically calling to her. The first moan you let out at the mere presence of her lips... she couldn’t get enough.
Her tongue darted masterfully between your lower lips, the intent being to avoid anywhere particularly sensitive and work you up until it was near painful. Maybe it was a punishment for ignoring her. Maybe.
“Please touch my clit, Wands. I know you’re doing this on purpose.”
Smirking to herself, she continued on in the same way, inching closer and closer to the pulsing bud but refusing to touch it. And each time she got closer you felt your hopes rise and fall with an unsteady heave of your chest.
She lifted her head up and rested herself on her elbows to look at you, a teasing glint in her eye as she spoke.
“We’re taking this at my pace, darling, because I’ve got lots of free time, unlike someone I know.”
Not giving you time to respond, she was suddenly back between your legs, her tongue swirling around in much the same pattern.
You let your body relax into the pleasant feeling radiating from between your legs. “Is someone upset I haven’t been giving them much attention- FUCK!”
The Sokovian decided that that moment was perfect to begin actions directly on your clit, and decided not to pre-warn you as she’d been intending. She sucked the flesh into her mouth, letting the lingering slick coating it flood her tastebuds. Moan after moan tumbled freely from your lips, a hand quickly lacing down your own body to grip at the witch’s hair and prevent her from moving again.
Wrong move, she thought to herself. Wrong move, Y/N.
She let her teeth scrape against your clit before releasing it with a pop, and eagerly began placing kisses everywhere but where you wanted them.
“Wands, baby... come on.”
The witch even ventured as far up to your knees with her trail of hickey-kisses, leaving you certain you wouldn’t be wearing shorts for a while.
“So impatient now, aren’t you? Remember when you used to let me have fun with you for hours?”
A tinge of guilt squeezed at your heart, and became clear across your face.
A single hand began creeping up your stomach, her fingers splayed out as she inched closer and closer to your breasts.
“Now all you want to do is play on that stupid fucking PlayStation.”
“The one you bought me?”
She ignored your comeback, letting her fingers finally latch around your clothed breasts, and mumbled under her breath instead.
“And Miss Romanov seems very interested in gaming all of a sudden.”
You grinned. The Sokovian squeezed in response, and your breath hitched. It was a warning. Obviously. But you had already decided you’d push her buttons. You weren’t going to hesitate now.
“Oh, so now you’re jealous of our resident assassin?”
She began frivolously chewing her lip as she mulled over what you’d just said. How to react to it. She decided on the aggressive option.
“Y/N, so help me, I will tie you to this bed and edge you until we go to sleep.”
You gulped. As painful as that ordeal sounded... Wanda obviously needed it. She felt detached from you; a little lonely, although she wouldn’t say it out loud. The Sokovian was always terrified you’d perceive her as clingy. So you decided you would take the punishment. It was the least you could do after overlooking the most perfect girlfriend in the world for a few days.
“You wouldn’t.”
The witch’s eyebrows soared, a little unsure as why you were practically asking for punishment. She leaned in closer, taking your chin between her finger and thumb. Whispering against your lips... she knew that turned you on no end.
“You’re playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart.”
“Darling, you know I love games.”
True to her word, the witch had successfully got you naked and bound you to the bed.
There you now led, watching her seductively strip herself of her clothes, leaving only her panties as she began dragging each bra strap down her shoulders as slowly as she possibly could.
Your eyes watched the deliberately laboured movement, feeling moisture flood your core as more and more supple skin was revealed. Her hands gracefully slid behind her, she briefly fiddled with the clip, and then the fabric was released. Gravity pulled her breasts down ever so slightly as you watched, utterly entranced, and she turned her head as her bra fell to the ground, the picture of pure elegance.
Her hands moved up to thread through her hair, adding volume to either side of her middle parting as her mouth hung open, eyes closed for a few seconds.
Then her eyelids fluttered open again, and her gaze fell to you.
Her mouth fell into a lazy, effortless smirk.
“You like what you see, detka?”
Her nipples hardened right in front of your eyes, standing proud and erect. If someone had asked to see a real-life angel, you would have directed them towards your girlfriend.
“God, you know I love it when you act cocky, Wands.”
“Mhmm, you get all turned on, don’t you, baby? So desperate for me to touch you... so eager to please...”
The arousal taking a hold of you felt as though it was pulsating through your entire body; the only thing you could possibly think about.
She teasingly dragged a single finger along your inner thigh, walking closer as she dug her nail in to leave a thin red trail.
“I bet you’re so tight for me, baby... fuck it, I need to be inside you now.”
Panties dropped to the floor, and your mouth dropped in tandem as a strap materialised around her hips, a dark red colour as a result of her magic usage.
Her hand wrapped around the toy, as she began stroking up and down, teasing herself by just brushing the tip.
“You think you’re ready to take mommy’s dick, sweetheart?”
Knees hitting the mattress, she crawled up your body with a devastatingly captivating smile on her face.
You whispered as she kissed your cheek; “I’m always ready for you, mommy.”
“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear, detka.”
She slowly lined her strap up, sliding up and down your slit with a groan.
“You’re getting my dick all wet, baby,” she moaned into your neck.
Brushing against your clit as she kept grinding against you; the vibrations as each of you groaned, deep and pleasured, filtered through your bodies.
“Put it inside, mommy. Oh, god... fuck me, please, I need it so bad, mommy...”
She chuckled, low and condescending, just the way you liked it.
“Oh, I bet you do. My desperate girl.”
After a little more teasing, she decided she was only teasing herself as well (enchanting the strap so she could feel any touch to it would have to be put to full use, after all).
She lined it up with a smirk, keeping her gaze thoroughly on your face to watch your reaction as she slid in. The groan that left her own lips took her by surprise; it had been a while since she’d used a toy she could feel, and being inside you was nothing short of incredible.
“Oh, fuck... squeeze me, sweetheart... just like that...”
You intentionally clamped your walls down around the strap, and relished the moan that filled the room.
An experimental rock of her hips left both of you reeling.
“You’re so big, Wands... fuck!”
After that, there wasn’t a force on earth that could have stopped the woman. You longed to reach out and touch her; that much was made obvious by your frantic attempts to rid yourself of your binds. A low chuckle filled the room as she pulled back before burying herself inside you again, moaning wantonly against your neck as your walls tried to suck her strap back in.
The pace was fast, the thrusts relatively strong. She repeatedly slammed against the most sensitive parts of your body. When the head brushed your g-spot, Wanda caught the pure ecstasy written all over your face, and focused on that area as she continued rocking her hips.
Strengthened by her magic, and a desperate need to reach her high, she kept going, her movements only growing faster.
“You’re a good little slut, letting mommy use you like this,” she panted, crying out as you tightened around her, not knowing how to control yourself when it came to your girlfriend simultaneously degrading and praising you.
The pair of you kept climbing, closer and closer. Slapping of skin and frequent moans were the only thing audible at this point. A rush of arousal flooded you at the thought of someone hearing; of someone knowing how good Wanda made you feel, and how the woman enjoyed using you like you were nothing but a plaything to her.
And then just as you were about to fall over the edge, she pulled out, immediately attaching her hand to the toy and jerking herself off whilst you watched.
“Wands! No, no, Wands, please! I was so close, please just let me...”
The witch had the audacity to giggle as you fought to keep your legs still and not plunge yourself into a highly unsatisfying orgasm.
She kept stroking up and down, only lasting a few more seconds before she came with a loud cry, hips stuttering as she released fake cum all over your bare chest.
Revelling in pleasant aftershocks with closed eyes, her lips fell into a lazy smile; an innocent, patronising smile.
“I don’t know why you’re bothering to ask for permission, sweetheart.” She spoke without a hint of remorse, keeping her eyes closed as she dragged a single fingernail up and down the toy. You watched as the strap grew hard once again as the witch worked herself up into another deep state of arousal. “We already established you won’t be getting anything that you want tonight.”
Soon enough, the Sokovian had built herself up to a state where she felt as though she would simply die if she wasn’t inside you.
“Mommy’s going to shove her dick down your throat, okay, gorgeous?” A moan interrupted her speech as she continued jerking herself off, throwing her head back in bliss. She couldn’t finish yet though, she quickly remembered, and moved her hand to the bed. You knew it wouldn’t be enough to relieve the ache between them, but you still squeezed your thighs together as you watched her ride out the edge.
When her eyes opened again, the green pigment of her irises was almost totally consumed by the yearning black of her pupils. Seeing the minute but passionate display of desire was almost too much to bear.
Her hands slowly snaked towards you as she moved closer, coyly drawing patterns on the skin surrounding your nipples. God, that woman was such a tease. You wouldn’t have her any other way.
“You don’t know what you do to me, my pretty baby. If I fuck that beautiful face now, then I’ll cum down your throat, and we don’t want that just yet, do we, detka?”
Wide-eyed and eager to say yes to everything the woman proposed, you nodded in agreement. The smile tugging at her features only radiated pride.
“So… I think I’ll play with you for a little bit, sweetheart, how’s that sound?”
Your heart thumped against your chest at the possibility of her granting you some release.
“Whatever you want, mommy.”
Her nose scrunched up in appreciation of your docility.
“Mhmm, that’s a good girl.”
You weren’t expecting her to materialise a vibrator out of thin air and provide no warning before resting the toy against your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked up uncontrollably as a string of whines filled the room, a sadistic smile becoming permanently carved into your girlfriend’s face.
“Oh, come on, dorogaya, you’ve taken worse than this before.” She had to raise her voice to make herself heard over the chorus of whimpers leaving your lips. “Is it not good enough for you? Is that it? Oh, detka, you should have just said; I can make it quicker for you.”
Even she couldn’t seem to keep up the confused act, smirking as the noises leaving your mouth blossomed into full-blown moans. The continual reverberations against your clit had your entire body shaking.
Wanda giggled as you found yourself losing control over everything.
“Look at you... isn’t this so much better than your little games?”
A scream signalled that she had to stop, or you’d be finishing a lot sooner than she liked.
So, with a tut of her tongue, the technology dissipated into delicate red wisps. She pressed an adorable kiss to your nose as you thrashed about, fighting relentlessly against the ties preventing your hands from grabbing at her.
“My pretty girl... my beautiful girl. You’re all mine, aren’t you? And you’d do whatever I say, wouldn’t you?”
“It’s not like I have much of a choice here-“
A slim finger was instantly pressed against your lips, halting your statement.
“No, no, baby, you’ve been perfect. You hear me? Perfect. And you’re not going to mess that up now, are you?” You shook your head, immediately regretting your choice of words. She smiled again, effortlessly conveying how proud she was of you with a bitten lip. She whispered: “That’s right, beautiful. You want mommy to fuck you properly now?”
“Please. I need you so bad... it hurts, mommy.”
“Mhmm, I bet it does,” she simply replied with a chuckle, dragging her fingers between your folds and marvelling at the wetness immediately coating her hand.
“Oh, you weren’t lying when you said you needed me, were you?”
She didn’t hesitate before burying her fingers inside you, bending her wrist over and over to draw the most sinful of sounds from your lips.
“Fuck it, mommy needs you too, baby.”
Barely a second had passed before her dick was once again easing inside you. The pair of you released pornographic moans at the feeling.
“Oh, fuck me... mommy, that’s- oh fuck!”
She wasted no time in pumping her hips forward, groaning at each thrust as you cried out. Her fingers dug into your waist with strength you had no hopes of fighting, her wetness still on her skin as she brushed against you.
“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, baby...”
Her vulgar language only turned you on more and she knew that, revelling in the pulse of arousal she sent to your core.
Simultaneous wails left your lips, going higher and higher in pitch until-
“OH, FUCK!”
“You know,” Wanda began talking, in as soothing a tone as she could possibly muster, stroking your hair as you nuzzled into her bare chest; “If you still want to play those little games, I might not complain if you let me sit on your lap. And... if you give me a kiss every time you win.”
“I would agree, but I’m not very good, baby. So I don’t win a lot.”
“Hmm, how about a kiss every time you...” Her forehead wrinkled in thought. “Uh, help me out here, detka.”
“Every time I get a kill?” You suggested.
“Mhmm, how romantic.”
You giggled at her sarcasm, pecking her skin a few times.
“I think I’ll have to practise a lot more often.”
She sat up immediately, inadvertently pushing you off her, before frowning at you.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, sweetie.”
You bit your lip to hide a smirk.
“I was joking, baby.”
A deep red flooded her cheeks, embarrassment quickly made evident.
“I knew that. Obviously. Pfft.”
She settled back down again, pulling you down on top of her with a chuckle.
You met the witch’s lips with a gentleness she and you both adored.
“I love you, Wanda Maximoff. More than you’ll ever know.”
“Oh, I know, baby. And I love you more.”