Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff needs love

Thor was temporarily on earth. And he wasn't going to be long. Apparently, the Ragnarok mythology had just happened and after losing his home, he wanted to visit Jane one last time, even if they were no longer together.

And well, since he was around, he visited all of you as well.

Wanda, after offering her polite greetings, retired to her own room.

She prepared an incredible bath in the bathtub of her suite. She wanted - needed - to relax.

And she didn't have to think about anything. Not about stumbling into the room of a bar hostel at three in the morning, and finding you moaning her name in bed.

Not to think about walking inside without knocking, without caring whether you saw her or not, and sitting down in the only armchair available. Not to think of how you freaked out and stopped the movements inside your pants, and she looked you in the eye and told you to keep going.

Not to think of all the soft sounds that escaped your lips when your fingers started moving again.

"Wanda we shouldn't... you said ... we were friends..." You tried to ration, and Wanda wondered how much of the potions' effect had already worn off for you to question her.

"Then be a good friend and keep rubbing your pretty pussy for me, okay?" She could hardly believe what she was saying, much less the sound that escaped your throat, the way your back arched into the mattress. Her throat went dry. "What are you thinking, detka? Did you wish it was my hand? Fucking you like this."

You whimpered her name, increasing speed. "Please, Wanda..." You begged breathlessly, and it was her turn to moan, squeezing her thighs together. The room seemed to get hotter and smaller with each sound that left your throat. "I want you to touch me... wanna feel you!"

Something definitely happened, because you spasmed at once, moaning to the ceiling. Wanda bit her lips, watching you recover from your high, your hand still buried inside your pants.

"I feel... itchy." You muttered, definitely still spellbound. Your hand left your pants, wiping away the wetness that Wanda wanted so badly to have a taste of, on the sheet. "I'm so fucking warm. Do I have a fever?"

Wanda had to chuckle, her body still burning with lust. You gasped again, and suddenly, you were taking off your bra and effectively all the air out of her lungs. "Jesus, Y/N." Wanda grumbled, and you raised an eyebrow, somehow only now signaling that you had spotted her.

"It was squeezing my tits. Save it for me." You throw the bra in her face, and Wanda grunts softly. Your next action is to lie down, and the brunette places the item on the armchair, trying to normalize her breathing and ignore the way she is still aching under her panties.

And unlike the memory, where she surrendered to the potion and fell asleep, Wanda let a hand drip into the water, all the way to between her legs.

She would be lying if she said it was the first time. Or that it would be the last. It started way back when you two first started sharing a bed. Or maybe it started with the training.

In any case, she was familiar with the intensity of an orgasm achieved in her own fingers as a result of an image of you in her head. She was also used to the guilt that came afterward.

"Oh, detka, just like that..." She can't help it imagining you were there. Imagining what it would be like if she had had the courage to interrupt you the night before, what it would be like if you walked in on her now. Her climax came intense and strong as it always did when she thought of you, and this time, with the image of you coming, something different happened - The jars of shampoo quivered around her, a soft wave of magic reaching the entire bathroom. Wanda didn't even bother to worry, washing her pleasure in the water, breathing in softly.