Marvel Women Oneshots

Left Hanging *WM*

"Wet already?" Wanda quirked a brow at you, her devilish smile showcasing her budding amusement at your desperate state. "I see you're so eager, hm?" You rolled your eyes, and huffed: "See what a mess you've made me?"

Wanda's soft touch dissipated instantaneously, she was finally giving into your needy ways after hours of relentless teasing and you want to get smart with her instead of appreciative.

"I could just go back to the party you know," she mused aloud, but her fingers betrayed her threat as they plunged into your heat without any warning and your moans soon bellowed off the walls as she started off with a brutal pace.

"Please," your hands clawed at the collar of her undershirt, the defiance in your eyes melted into the fresh tears that now lined your lashes. "I-I'll be good now mommy, I-I swear to it."

Wanda rolled her eyes, but she couldn't keep up the facade for long. She wanted to fuck you dumb just as much as you needed her to, but that didn't mean she had to be kind about it.

"You're such a selfish brat Y/N," she grunted against the skin of your neck, her tongue slid over the salty skin and she reveled in the way that she could feel your erratic pulse racing. "Just a desperate whore in need of her mommy to fill her holes, never caring about others."

Suddenly you remembered the occasion, it was Yelena's birthday, so you weakly tried to shove your girlfriend off of you, but you never shoved hard enough for it to mean anything. Remorse might weigh heavy on your heart for leaving your best friend downstairs, but you were too busy getting your very own roughly fucked.

The witch bit into the heated skin surrounding your pulse point and your walls fluttered with a warning that you wished the brunette ignored. "Pathetic," Wanda huskily chuckled against the shell of your ear and you whimpered in a mix of embarrassment and despair as she was intentionally keeping you perpetually teetering.

Her free, deft hand snaked up your body as she marked what was hers with passionate grunts, and soon those nimble fingers replaced her hungry teeth and rid you of the air you craved. Wanda knew you desired this sensation much more anyways, you'd always been unable to hide your infatuation with all things morbid.

"Look at you," she chuckled tauntingly, her grip around your throat tightened, "pathetic." Wanda never failed to remind you of this fact every single time, because you'd yet to prove her wrong with just how quick you submit to her. Like now, just as she expected your hips canted up even faster as you chased your high.

It was actually quite hard for her to show her restraint here, she actually no longer even had to thrust her hand as you'd eagerly taken over the process of fucking yourself dumb. Wanda refused to let you cum though, so she watched closely as the haze in your eyes flourished, and just as your back began to arch off the mattress and your eyes fluttered shut she abruptly took her fingers back from your clenching warmth.

A flicker of defiance returned to your eyes, but her hand squeezed your neck once more as her head tilted and you settled into the expected punishment. You'd actually let yourself believe this time would be different—what a fool.

"Clean yourself up," she commanded as the warmth of her body no longer hovered yours. You blinked a few times, mouth running as dry as your eyes when she moaned around her slicked up fingers. She winked down at you as she saw your thighs clench involuntarily. "We better not miss the cake cutting detka..."

You headed her warning, hopping up onto shaky legs and moving to pull your panties up. However a hand stopped yours, Wanda shook her head while maintaining eye contact with you as she slid them in the opposite direction. 

Wanda slid her suit jacket back on, and folded your slick green lace panties into the perfect triangle that she slipped into her polo pocket. Then she extended her hand tainted with your scent to you with a stern gaze and you took it. Albeit reluctantly as she guided you back out, you gulped as the cold air highlighted the stark wetness coating your thighs, the trail leading up to your exposed cunt that squelched with each shaky step you took back downstairs.

At least the music was loud enough to shield the shred of dignity you clung to as the room full of your peers knowingly looked at you.

Natasha smirked over her glass as she took in the way you wobbled towards her sister, and then her eyes rolled when Wanda settled down besides her on the leather couch. "Are you sure it isn't you who's the brat here Wands?"

Wanda chuckled, "Takes one to tame one." Then she proved the woman's point as she stole her glass and polished off her cocktail. Natasha glared at her, but then she hummed her agreement, "Touché," the redhead then beckoned her very own tamed brat over.

"Hey Wanda," Maria politely greeted as she settled down onto Natasha's manspread lap even though the couch had plenty of space.

Wanda smiled at her, and the three spent a few minutes chatting before she felt a pang in her chest at the sound of your distant laughter.

"It's well beyond eleven Wanda, you can call it a night without being a loser," Natasha teased her pouting best friend, to which she received a weak shove as the brunette used her body to propel herself off the couch. "Farewell asshole, I'm so sorry for your sake Maria. Godspeed."

When you felt a hand on your waist you tensed as Yelena mindlessly droned on. This situation had been the exact thing that got you in trouble earlier in the night, but then you caught a whiff of your girlfriend's spiced vanilla perfume that paired so well with her natural pheromones you couldn't help but to melt right into her.

"You ready to go honey?" She lowly husked as her thumbs pressed into the exposed skin of your hips. "Mommy's ready to reward you now if you'll just say a proper goodbye to Lena."

You lunged forward and embraced your bestie in a tight hug that she reciprocated, the blonde lightly chuckled as she felt your body buzzing.

"Happy Birthday Lena, see you later?!" You squished her cheeks between your hands, and she smiled knowingly. "Go on Y/N, someone should at least have fun in their birthday suit!"

Wanda rolled her eyes, and whispered to the blonde: "Kate's only two eager seats away." Then she whisked you off, practically carrying you to her car as your legs were still shaky.

You were in for the night of your life...