avengers smut

[wanda maximoff] hotel room: part 2 of 'road trip'

Warnings: wandaxfem!reader, squirting, scissoring, oral sex
A/N: look! I posted!
Word Count: 2k

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"[y/n], you're rooming with Wanda for the night," Nat winked at you as she opened the trunk of the car with three keys in her hand. Your head went straight to Wanda, who waved at you with a smile on her lips as if she didn't just bring you to orgasm in the car. It sure was going to be a long night.

Ugly thin cream-coloured walls separated three rooms between Bucky and Steve, Nat and Sam, and Wanda and you. They didn't have their television that loud, but you could clearly hear Nat and Sam watching some bad action movie. Not helping the situation, your body warmed with erotic emotions as you reminisced the circumstance within the backseat of the cramped car. Wanda's green eyes staring across at you lustfully only heightened those emotions, and you wanted nothing more than to pin her down and make her scream.

But you couldn't do that. You couldn't lay her down on the, surprisingly, soft bed and kiss her. You couldn't taste her juices and make her legs shake from your tongue. You couldn't make her come undone with your fingers until she's squirming and screaming, begging for you to stop from how pleasurable it felt. The walls were too thin and you were at risk of getting caught.

However, you neglected to shift into the ensuite as you peeled away your slightly sweaty clothing. Your gaze moved to Wanda, who sat back on her bed across the room from yours. Slow hands moved down your torso until they reached the hem of the skirt, pulling at it slightly. Fingers slid underneath the hem and tugged out the loose tucked-in shirt. You slipped it over your head, gaze not once leaving the attractive female across from you with her teeth gripped beneath her bottom lip and tongue darting in and out of her mouth to lick her lips at the sight. The thin fabric dropped to the ground, revealing your breasts cupped between a lace bra. With the thought crossing your mind, you turned around and bent down to grab your shirt and place it into your bag - ultimately revealing your ass to Wanda. You heard a soft moan erupt from behind you and peaked back for a moment. Her lip still caught between her teeth, Wanda had moved onto lightly touching herself through the black-dyed denim of her jeans. She noticed your gaze and formed a reddish pink light with one hand, waving at you as she touched herself. You smirked slightly at her movements and continued your teasing. Once you placed your shirt into your bag, you stood up straight and reached behind you to unclip your bra so she couldn't see.

A groan coursed behind you and you giggled slightly, continuing to tease Wanda by not revealing yourself to her. Instead, at an agonising pace, you dropped your skirt to the carpet to unveil a matching lace thong to your then-discarded bra. As you had turned around, you didn't realise that the Sokovian had stood from her position and stood close behind you. That is until you felt her hot breath on your exposed neck. Your breath hitched in your throat as her lips attached to the already tender skin, biting at your lip to prevent arising moans. She could do wonders to your body with the simplest of touch. Her soft hands sparked with red, and you were so intrigued by the beauty that you didn't realise what she was going to do with her powers. Wanda trailed her hands up your sides, conclusively sending shocks of electricity through your body. The sparks went straight to your core, causing you to buckle your knees slightly before her. A small laugh passed her lips at your reaction to her slight magical touches. The sensations didn't live down as her hands moved more rapidly up and down your torso, cupping and massaging at your tender breasts, nipples rolling between the tips of her fingers. You felt a pool of slick form within your panties, drenching the material and threatening to slide down the insides of your thighs at any given moment. Surely enough, Wanda noticed your pleasure and pushed you down onto your bed - face buried within a pillow and ass high in the air. The sparks left your body, but not for long as her hand struck your behind. Even within a few hits did your ass turn a bright red, with electrical shocks passing through your body heavenly-like. Your teeth bit down around the white pillow, saliva dribbling out into a pool from the pleasure. You hoped that the surrounding Avengers didn't take notice of the slapping noises, or your soft groans into the pillow.