Not allowed to touch
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Your stubbornness sometimes makes you say things without thinking, but your girlfriend is willing to make you follow suit with your own words.
Word count: 1.202
Warnings: smut (+18 only!)
A/N: This is short and probably not good, but I just had the idea and kind of wanted to write it down. And in case you are wondering, yes I have issues. Good reading!
Your friends have a strange habit of oversharing.
Not that you minded, really. But sometimes it led to moments like this, and you don’t know whether you're laughing because it’s funny or because it’s absurd.
Training has just ended and you, Wanda, Nat and Carol are in a small circle talking about the Captain's sexual woes.
Apparently on her last date with Maria, Carol made a comment about one of the waitresses that didn't please Maria the slightest bit and now she was getting the ‘no sex’ treatment.
"It sucks to be you, my friend." Nat says with a pitying grimace, but she laughs amused at the situation. You snort and shake your head slightly, attracting the attention of the other women around you.
"I don't know, guys, I don't understand why this is such a big deal." You say shrugging and Nat and Carol exchange glances disagreeing with your statement. You don't notice, but Wanda raises her eyebrows slightly.
"What do you mean it's not a big deal?" Carol asks as if you have said the most absurd thing in the world and you giggle. "Come on, Carol, can't you go a day without touching your wife?"
You tease and Carol crosses her arms, an incredulous smile on her face. "Oh and can you?" She retorts and you shrug. "Of course."
"Oh really?" Wanda speaks from your side and as soon as you look at her your mouth goes dry. She watches you with raised eyebrows and a slight tilt of her head. You swallow hard, but you can't give up now or Carol will tease you forever and you can't lose this argument.
"Of course I can." You answer, but you don't sound as convincing as you wanted to. Wanda nods slowly with a thoughtful expression and Nat and Carol watch the whole interaction with amused smiles on their faces.
"All right then." Wanda finally speaks again. She says goodbye to the other two and before she leaves she gives you a light kiss on the cheek, which only makes you even more worried.
You watch the redhead leave, swallowing hard, and only turn your attention to the two around you again when you hear Carol's amused giggle next to you.
"You, my friend, are fucked." She taunts and you take a deep breath, knowing she is right.
You’ve been walking on eggshells for the whole day.
Whenever Wanda entered the same room you were in, you kept completely silent and avoided speaking anything that might worsen your situation with the witch.
You offered to help her with the simplest things possible, like opening doors, carrying things, or opening pots for her.
But she seemed fine, grateful, and even more affectionate than usual. Then you relaxed, and mentally cursed Carol for making you worry for nothing.
But little did you know what was coming for you.
You’re lying in bed already in your pyjamas and rereading the past mission reports as you wait for Wanda to come out of the bathroom and come lie down with you.
When Wanda enters the room you rest your reports on the nightstand and smile as you see the redhead wearing only an extra-large t-shirt.
You're about to say she looks lovely but she walks over to you and sits on your lap, holding your face firmly and connecting your lips in an intense, passionate kiss.
Your brain short circuits for a moment, but you match the kiss just as intensely and sigh deeply when you feel her wet intimacy against your thigh and realize she's wearing just the t-shirt.
You move your hands to her ass, but Wanda makes a disapproving noise, taking your hands away from her. You look at her, frowning confused, but she looks at you firmly. "You're not touching me tonight."
You laugh softly, moving your hands back to where they were before and kiss Wanda again. "I said no." She says, her voice firm and serious, and you feel your hands being thrown over your head. You look up and you see a red energy binding your hands to the headboard like handcuffs.
"What the hell, Wanda!" You complain slightly irritated and confused. Wanda holds your chin and makes you look at her. Her expression is impassive with that slight tilt of her head that is so characteristic of her. "What's the matter, my love?" she asks with a not at all amused smile on her face and the tone of her voice makes you swallow dryly.
"You're the one who said you could go without touching me." She says, bringing her face closer to yours and you can feel her breath against your mouth, which only makes your situation worse. Wanda knows very well the effect she has on you and the sick smile on her face widens. "You’re only watching tonight."
And without further explanation, she starts rubbing herself against your thigh with low moans and your whole body tenses up. You try to free your hands from Wanda's energy but the grip only seems to increase. Meanwhile, the redhead holds your shoulders tightly, her moans getting louder and only further increasing your irritation.
Having Wanda riding your thigh like this is inebriating and makes your whole body warm. But she moans and her face contorts with pleasure, making your blood boil more and more with anger.
As if the torture wasn't enough, the redhead removes her shirt, being completely naked over you. You sigh in irritation, your intimacy throbbing and your head spinning with indignation. Wanda brings her hands to her own breasts, squeezing them. The redhead moans even more, and you clench your jaw. That's enough.
You move your torso forward to kiss her, but Wanda is faster than you. With a single motion of her hands, the redhead pushes you back with a wave of red energy that crashes into your chest and sends you slamming your back against the headboard with a grunt.
The more Wanda rubs against your thigh and the louder she moans, the faster your breathing gets and the greater your anger becomes. She opens her eyes to stare at you, basking in your despair, and you see her eyes glowing red. She is close. She is close, and it’s not because of you.
With your blood boiling with rage, you lean forward once more. "Don't." Wanda says firmly between moans and you’re pushed back once more, this time the energy wrapping itself around your neck like a collar, pinning you to the headboard.
Another grunt of frustration escapes your mouth, but it’s muffled by Wanda's increasingly loud moans. With one last loud, open-mouthed moan, the redhead comes undone over you. The red energy around your wrists and neck tighten for a brief moment before shattering.
Once you’re free of Wanda's magic, you wrap your arms around her in one swift motion and throw her against the mattress, putting yourself over her. With the sudden movement, a low moan of surprise escapes Wanda's lips.
"That was not nice." You say and she flashes you a victorious smile that only makes your anger boil over even more. But soon her expression changes, her eyebrows raised in defiance.
"Punish me then."
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