plot: two horny friends ends up fucking up their relationship after one confession at night, and as soon as she sees her with someone else at some party, she knows she has to do something get her back.
!!!warnings!!!: smut, different types of kinks, angst, g!p wanda
3rd pov:
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You walked in, with a beautiful girl agent by your side. The duo intrigued everyone in the room, especially the chesnut haired girls’ friend. They weren’t expecting to see you tonight. Maria turned around, her eyes widening as soon as she recognized you.
“Shit, shit, shit…” She said, searching for Wanda. “Where’s—” The Avenger walked towards her with another drink. “Hey, Wan” She shouted over the music. “She’s here!”
“Hey, what’s up?” She asked, looking around the crowd. “What’s going on? Why is everyone acting so—” She paused, drinking and licking her lips. “Oh…” She murmured, looking straight at you from across the room.
“Y/N is here!” Maria said again. She stood next to you, one hand placed on you shoulder. “She came with—” She looked back at the duo, grimacing. “Sharon.” She added with disgust. “Are you guys still—” Wanda rolled her eyes immediately. “I mean— You weren’t dating or anything but—”
“That’s right.” Wanda interrupted, drinking some more. “I don’t care about her, anyway.” She lied. “She can do whatever she wants. We weren’t even dati—” She paused, looking at you kissing the Carter girl with too much enthusiasm. “Great…” She murmured to herself, clenching her jaw.
You looked gorgeous tonight— and of course it was all planned, a cruel idea to torture the Maximoff girl even more. You weren't hers anymore, which was a painful thought to her. Wanda tried to deny it again and again for the past few days. But she couldn’t keep lying to herself any longer, not after seeing another girl with you.
She looked at you two the whole night, trying to remain calm while ignoring her urge to punch Sharon in the face for making you laugh and smile so much. She hated seeing you together, seeing her hands on your body. She wanted you right now, wanted to touch you, kiss you and feel you close to you again.
You left the living room an hour later, wanting to use the bathroom. Wanda had an idea, deciding to wait for you outside in the hallway. And as soon as you left the room, she gently grabbed you forearm: dragging you inside an empty bedroom, ignoring your complains along the way.
“Wanda…” You whined with annoyance, the Avenger closing the door behind them with her foot. “Please— Let me go.” She turned on the lights, wanting to look at you more attentively. “Please— What are you doing? She’s waiting—”
“Come on, pretty girl…” She said.
You laughed at the nickname, grimacing. “Don’t call me like that, Maximoff.” You said, lightly shaking your head.
“Well, you used to like that.”
“And I used to like to sit on your face everyday as well, but it’s not gonna happen ever again.”
She chuckled. “Sharon Carter? Really?” You rolled your beautiful eyes, crossing your arms. “You’re having sex with S.H.E.I.L.D agents now.” She laughed nervously, overwhelmed by jealousy. “You can’t be serious, Y/N.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” You sighed. “It’s none of your fucking business anymore, Wanda.” You said harshly, looking straight at her. “You’re the one who pushed me away.” Her eyes widened. “It’s over, which means i’m allowed to fuck whoever—”
“Wait, what? You’re the one who did it!” She groaned. “You pushed me away, when—” You paused, panting and running a hand through your hair. “You—” She pointed at her. “You’re incredible, Y/N.” She said sarcastically, chuckling. “We are both fucked up then.” You shook your head, moving away from her and trying to exist the room. “Stay!”
