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Slow Burn

Rockstar!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex @flightlessangelwings

You stood at the front of the crowd. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. She was your favorite artist. Her music was the soundtrack to your life.

All you could think about was how much you wanted to fuck her.

Wanda Maximoff had stormed onto stage with undeserved disdain for the audience. She moved as she sang, her voice dripping with something indescribable. Everything about her was untouchable.

The loud speakers thudded beside you. You could feel the vibrations in your throat.

Above you on the stage, Wanda was both dangerous and ethereal.

Intimidation and attraction warred inside you. Your stomach twisted with longing. You fought the urge to reach out and try to touch her.

Wanda’s hand trailed thoughtlessly over her body as she lost herself in the song. You were close enough to see the sweat drip down her neck. You swallowed as images raced into your mind.

Her oversized white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense as she gripped the microphone.

Wanda leaned forward as she held the last note. Her long red hair was thrown to one side. You were in awe.

Without warning, Wanda’s eyes flashed to you and you lost your breath. They lingered on you for a moment too long. There was something dangerous about her stare. Something tempting too.

She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening up as the song ended.

The next song started. One of your favorites. Wanda glanced at you again. She smirked as she walked to the other side of the stage.

You felt dumbstruck. Her voice was seeping into your veins. Her eyes were something else.

By the last song, Wanda had looked at you more times than you could count. Everytime her attention lingered on you, you felt your cheeks heat.

Did she know how much you wanted to touch her?

Before you left the venue, you felt the tap of a security guard on your shoulder. You knew what they were going to say before they said it. You nodded eagerly.

You followed them backstage, to a dressing room door with a scrawled Maximoff taped on the outside. The security guard knocked for you and then you watched him walk away. He didn’t look back. Your palms felt clammy.

The door opened and Wanda revealed herself. She nudged the door open with her hip. She had a whisky glass in one hand, a bottle in the other. Immediately, your mind went blank. All you could think was that you wanted her to touch you. Could you ask yet? Was it time?

‘Hi.’ You said shyly instead.

Wanda looked you over with practiced ease. She glanced at your band t-shirt, a drawing of her plastered over your chest.

The shirt was an old favorite, a little tight around your bust. Your cheeks heated as you realized your nipples had hardened beneath the fabric.

Wanda’s smile turned feral.

‘C’mon.’ She directed you. Her voice rasped from overuse. You swallowed another wave of desperation. Already you could feel a slow, needy throb beginning between your thighs.

Wanda stopped at a large table that held the remnants of various refreshments. Empty glasses and food containers were scattered across the surface.

‘I’ve loved your music forever.’ You told Wanda eagerly, watching her pour out a half glass of whiskey. ‘I never thought I’d get to see you in person, let alone meet you. I didn’t think you’d be so -’

You hesitated, remembering yourself.

‘So what?’ Wanda prompted, her expression daring you to say it. She lifted the glass to her lips and drained it slowly. You watched her swallow. Her thumb brushed the corner of her mouth.

‘Hot.’ You blurted.

Wanda stared at you. Her eyes were darker than on stage and this time she didn’t look away. She put down her glass on the table.

‘Then why are you standing over there?’ She asked simply.

A law of magnetism brought you forward.

The heat of her body made you shudder. You’d never wanted anything as much as this. You could feel your heart pouding inside your chest. The desperate need between your legs became uncomfortable.

Wanda touched you. Her fingers trailed down your bare arm. The light sensation brought goosebumps to your skin. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense and relax. You tried to remember how to breathe.

Wanda held your chin between her thumb and forefinger. She tilted your head up and kissed you slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet, the whisky burned your throat like an afterthought. You moaned at the warmth.

She was too hot. She was making you too hot. You were going to burn.

Wanda’s hand gripped your waist. Her fingers dug into your side and you moaned again.

You felt her smirk against you as she moved to nip the skin at your neck.

You felt her lean forward bending you with her.

Your back hit the sticky wooden surface of the table.

Wanda’s hair tickled your skin as she leaned over you. The faded smell of cigarettes mixed with her coconut shampoo.

Her hands slipped to the belt of your jeans. She unbuckled it slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. You watched transfixed, your breathing shallow. She dragged your pants down.

Her calm confidence filled you with an even more urgent need. You needed her to fuck you.

You stuttered on some incomprehensible speech.

Wanda put her finger to your lips. She pressed down firmly.

‘Shut up.’ She advised in a gravelly whisper.

You tried to remove your t-shirt, still desperate to hurry. You were going to combust.

Wanda laughed dryly as she caught your wrist. ‘Leave it.’

She brushed your erect nipples through the fabric. Your felt like your skin was on fire.

Wanda leaned right over you again. Her tongue entered your mouth as she kissed you obscenely. Your mind felt hazy. Her tongue was hot and wet and you couldn't think.

Her hand slipped into your underwear. Roughly, she played with your clit. You knew her hand was soaked.

‘Fuck.’ You breathed on every exhale.

Wanda smiled, still just above you. Her chest brushed against yours.

You felt her finger slip inside you. Your legs parted wide, desperate to get more. She didn’t stop until you were full.

You heard yourself moaning with every movement. The slow burn ached. You’d never been so full.

Every kiss was intoxicating. Disoriented, you wondered if you’d been here for hours. Wanda dragged your bottom lip between her teeth. You felt her hipbone nudge your stomach as she pushed into you with increasing force.

For a long time the pleasure was endless. Then, very suddenly it was immediate.

You choked out her name as you started to come.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda as you curled into your orgasm. Her free hand held your back. You felt her breathing against you.

‘I knew you wanted to fuck me.’ She rasped as you shuddered around her fingers.

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