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Something old, something new

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4.4k

Summary: New experiences

A/N: This is not inspired by anything, idk what you mean.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of kink/BDSM, smut

You take a deep breath as the car rolls to a stop at the curb. You have to remind yourself that everything is going to be fine, and that you have prepared as much as possible for what tonight will bring. You were venturing out of your comfort zone, and visiting a brand-new club downtown that you’d heard about through the grapevine. First at work someone mentioned a ‘sex club’ in the city, and you’d brushed off the idea. It sounded ridiculous, even in a city as liberal as this one.

Then you heard about it again a couple of months later. You heard about the grand opening that was happening and how their doors would be open to anyone for just one night. Anyone who agreed to sign the many, many pages of waivers and contracts.

The grand opening of the city’s first BDSM club was tonight, and you had somehow convinced yourself to check it out.

You run your hands down your front with another sigh before you dare to open the door and get out of the car. You’d gotten a ride tonight because you had no idea what to expect and if you just ended up getting wasted, you didn’t want to worry about your car.

You push down your nerves and shut the door behind you, and head straight for the front of the line as you’d been told to do. You ignore the couple of protests you hear as you take your ID out of your pocket and show it to the already frowning bouncer. When he sees it, he just smiles before ushering you inside and directing you toward one of the people inside with a clipboard.

You take the stack of papers that are handed to you and you skim them as you walk further into the club. The quiet music and the sounds of chatter grow louder as you turn to the last page in front of you. You sign your initials a dozen times then your full name at the bottom of the last page before handing it to another woman waiting at the end of the hallway. She offers you a smile, and you return it with one you’re sure is a little forced.

“Enjoy and stay safe.”

You nod and try not to think about how you could land yourself into trouble. You need to focus on why you’re here.

To explore.

You do your best not to stare at any one, or group of people for too long as you glance around. You see a variety of people, in various states of dress. Someone has a woman who’s kneeling at her feet and staring up at her with a hungry look. She’s wearing a collar that’s attached to a leather leash. You look away before your thoughts wander too far, and you end up looking at the bar that has an impressive selection of booze.

You’re tempted to try something new, but you know that you should keep a clear head for tonight. You want to enjoy it as much as possible, and you want to remember it as much as possible.

You take a second to relax your shoulders as you slide onto a stool with a small smile. You are a couple of stools away from the closest patron, but you focus on the bottles in front of you instead of worrying about sticking out.

You’d dressed up for the occasion, and you try to feel as confident as some of the other women around you. You know that you look good in your dress, but as it rides up your thighs when you cross your legs, you feel a hint of self-consciousness creep up on you.

“What can I get you, hon?”

You ask for your go-to drink and wait patiently for it to arrive. You allow your gaze to wander a bit, and you have to look away twice when you accidentally make eye contact with two women. It takes you a few more seconds to realize that there are only women in this club.

Your drink is set in front of you and you mutter a thank you as your eyes scan the room once again. It’s a busy opening night and you wonder how many of these women are going to end up in one of the private rooms that you’d heard about.

“You look tense. Do you need something stronger?”

You turn around at the same time that you register the feeling of a hand on your lower back. You’re met with a pair of beautiful eyes that are bright with interest and something else that you can’t immediately place. You can’t help the blood that rushes to your cheeks when you realize that the brunette in front of you is stunning. You’re glad to already be sitting because you’re sure that you would have stumbled back, maybe swooned at the sight of this woman if you’d been on your feet.

You completely forget to answer her question, and instead let your eyes stray over her expensive clothes and her captivating gaze.

“Or maybe not?”

You hear her chuckle, but it still takes a few seconds for you to tear your gaze away from her deep red suit and the gold necklace that drops low enough that you realize you’re staring at the swell of her cleavage. Your face is flushed by the time you meet her gaze again, and it deepens when you realize you’d been caught. You try to ignore the smirk you’re met with as you clear your throat and turn back to your drink. You shake your head before turning toward her with a shy smile. You lean back against her hand and hum under your breath before gesturing to the seat beside you.

“I’m fine. Thank you though. Would you like to sit?”

You’re surprised your words come out in the proper order because your mouth feels dry and you’re suddenly not sure what you’d planned to do here tonight at all. You suddenly don’t care if you end up sitting here all night. Hell, if you keep present company, you’ll consider yourself lucky.

“You seem nervous. First time in a place like this?”

You can’t stop yourself from blushing slightly. Is it that obvious? You realize you don’t have to answer this question when you see the amused glint in your company’s eyes. You eventually sigh in defeat before nodding and muttering under your breath.

“Yes.”

When she sits down beside you, her hand leaves you and you have to remind yourself not to show your disappointment. You watch as the bartender comes up almost immediately and takes her order. She doesn’t look away from you as she asks for an Old Fashioned.

“Well, what do you think?”

You aren’t sure what you’d expected, but the genuine interest makes you pause. You’d thought about giving a generic answer that was only half true, but for some reason you want to be honest. She makes you want to tell the truth, despite only having spoken with her for 30 seconds.

You glance around again until your gaze falls on a pair of women, you think at least, in a dark corner making out like there’s no one else in the room. There are hands in places you can’t see, and the way they’re moving against each other makes you think that they’ll be horizontal soon, or at least they should be.

“It’s not what I expected, but somehow…I expected that.”

When a drink is placed between you two, you look back toward the brunette who’s wearing a contemplative look. She’s crossed her legs and she reaches out for her drink with sigh. You watch mesmerized as she takes a sip without breaking eye contact with you.

“Do you like any of what you saw? Does it appeal to you?”

You finish off your drink and let your thoughts wander to the woman on a leash. That doesn’t really appeal to you, but the idea of being at someone’s mercy, putting your trust in them makes your head spin. You’re brought back to the present by a gentle touch of a hand that disappears far too quickly for your liking.

“I can tell from your expression that you do.”

You summon your earlier confidence and lean against the bar with a smirk as you pluck the cherry from your drink. You pop it into your mouth and you smile sweetly when you’re fixed with a darkening gaze.

“Why so curious? Are you interested?”

You don’t let yourself hope that she is interested. You would love nothing more than to be introduced to this world by a beautiful, confident woman. You’d allow her to sweep you off your feet, or bring you to your knees. Whichever she wanted just so long as you had her attention.

You feel your body flush with heat when your response is a low chuckle. You wait for the proposal that you know is coming. The way she rakes her eyes up and down your body makes you want to squirm in your seat. You can feel your need build as bare fingers graze yours and rest against your racing pulse.

“You have no idea what I’m interested in.”

It sounds like the closest thing you’ll get to an invitation; the way she emphasized the last two words. You’re not a patient person by nature, so you jump the gun and start to wonder when you’ll be able to steal a kiss. The thought makes your smile turn down into as passive an expression as you can manage given how eager you are. You’re sure she can see right through it, but that’s half the fun as far as you’re concerned. You want someone who will pay attention to detail, someone who can read you well.

“Then why don’t you show me?”

The next thing you know, you’re being led across the crowded club to an unknown destination. It’s not that it took much to get you on your feet. Nothing more than a heated look and a ‘follow me’ and now you’re wandering off to who knows where. You’re not concerned though because you feel at ease with the woman who seems to know exactly where she’s going. There’s a voice in the back of your head that’s warning you that you should be more cautious, but as you arrive to a dark, secluded hallway, your excitement drowns everything else out.

Suddenly, she stops and you’re backed up against the wall before you can blink. You gasp in surprise, but the sound is quickly swallowed by soft lips against yours. You’re too caught up in the taste of her lips to respond to the soft yet possessive kiss, and by the time you regain some of your capacity for thought, she’s pulled away.

You wait as she pins you with a hungry look as the hand that found its way to your shoulder drifts toward your neck. The silver necklace you wore that complemented your outfit briefly draws her attention. You hold your breath when she presses her fingers against your neck before they drift down toward the neckline of your dress.

“Listen…”

When she just stares at you after she trails off you realize that she’s waiting for you to say something. You’re not sure what it is, but you go out on a limb and assume it’s an introduction. Considering what you imagine is coming next, you figure it’s the next logical step.

“Y/n…?”

You can see the amusement flash in her eyes, but she decides not to tease you and to focus on the matter at hand. Still, she hums in acknowledgement and lets her hand rest against your chest absentmindedly.

“Mmm beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

You feel the heat creeping up your neck, and try to look away to hide your blush, but your gaze is quickly guided back to hers with a firm hand on your chin.

“Listen, Y/n. I’m not looking for romance or anything like that.”

You frown a little at the thought, but you don’t get to consider what you’re doing here before she’s clarifying her meaning. You feel your heart rate spike and your palms start to sweat at the idea of what she’s proposing.

“I’m looking for a play thing. Interested?”

You only have to think about it for a second. Although you’re not quite sure what it entails, your presence here at this club and the fact that this woman has held your attention from the moment you saw her, you can’t deny you’re interested. You’re pretty sure you’d do anything she asks you right now if there’s a chance you’ll get to spend the night with her.

You nod in response and instead of the approval you’d anticipated, you receive a frown instead. She releases your chin as she shakes her head and takes a step back that leaves you cold and nearly panicky.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me that you want this.”

You’re stuck on the idea of what this is as you open your mouth to respond. Can you really promise to be onboard if you don’t know exactly what will be waiting for you? While you’re becoming annoyed at yourself for worrying about semantics, you miss the brunette move toward you until she’s backed you into the wall again with her hands on either side of your head. You gasp in surprise but nearly moan when you feel her warm breath against your ear. She kisses your cheek before squeezing your hips with a sigh.

“Tell me you want me to show you all of the pleasures submission can bring.”

You can’t stop the moan that passes your lips and your hips move without your consent only to meet resistance as hands drop down to pin you against the wall. You’re nodding in response despite knowing that it won’t be enough, but you can’t make your brain work well enough to form words.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, detka. Tell me.”

You aren’t sure what you say, but you’re sure it’s something along the lines of ‘yes please,’ and ‘God yes’. When you receive a kiss to your cheek you realize that your eyes had fallen closed. In front of you in the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, but unlike before, she looks like she’s struggling with her own self-control. You only see the eagerness in her eyes for a split second before she returns to her calm self who is speaking to you about sex as if she’s talking about the weather.

“If this is something you’re interested, we’ll need to have ground rules before we can begin to explore.”

You find yourself nodding before you can stop, but you open your mouth before you can be chastised again.

“I promise you’ll be in good hands. I should tell you now though that I’m a jealous Mistress. I don’t like to share.”

Your breath catches at the title and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning again. The imagery alone associated with the name makes you weak in the knees.

“If you agree to be mine, you’ll be mine. No one else can have you.”

You feel your breathing return to normal as you watch her leave you to open a door you just noticed hiding within the dark walls. While wondering what’s behind the door, you miss the curious look that’s directed toward you. She can tell you’re distracted, so she decides to take a step back and address something important.

“Is this still something you’re interested in?”

“Yes.”

She keeps her hand on the door, but doesn’t move to open it as she shoots you a smile.

“Good girl.”

You ignore the shiver that runs up your spine at her words. You stand up straight and take a step toward her before you even realize you’ve moved. You feel like you’re in a trace, but you can’t ignore the excitement that’s causing your heart to race.

“Will you trust me to guide you through this? To teach you?”

You watch as she reaches her free hand out for you with a curious look, and you don’t hesitate to meet her halfway. You stop though just short of touching her when something occurs to you. From your research, you’re aware that there are many possible answers to your next question, but instead of letting your mind run rampant, you figure you should just ask.

“I do—um. What do I call you?”

The sweet smile you receive in response is enough to convince you that you’re making the right choice. You grasp her hand and wait as she opens the door to one of the private rooms before you follow her inside, eager to see what awaits you both in the night ahead.

“You may call me Wanda.”

You think that the name fits her perfectly and you smile in response before allowing yourself to be led into the unknown.

The room is dimly lit and the first thing you notice is the large four poster bed in the middle of the room. Your focus only stays here for a moment because your eyes are drawn to the shelves full of all types of toys that make your face flush. You see whips and blindfolds, and things you can’t even identify. You turn away to try and stop your imagination from running wild, but your gaze lands on a large wooden cross that’s covered in leather. The ends have shackles on them and you feel your breath catch at the sight.

“Look at me.”

You don’t hesitate to turn to Wanda, and you find her reaching out for you. She places her hands on your shoulders before sliding them toward your neck to bury them in your hair. She twirls several locks around her fingers as she tries to capture your attention.

“Tell me, Y/n. What do you like?”

In any other situation, you could have pretended like she was asking about your general interests. However, given the fact that you’re standing in the middle of a kinky playroom, there’s no room for misinterpreting her question. You bite your lip as you glance around the room again before you shake your head. You look down in shame because despite all of the glorious possibilities, you don’t know what you want.

“I-I don’t know.”

Instead of a sigh of frustration or perhaps even a mocking laugh, you feel Wanda’s hand brush against your cheek and lift your head up so you’re meeting her reassuring gaze.

“Then we’ll find out together.”

You nod in response, but you’re unsure of how you’ll be able to figure out what you want to do when you have absolutely no experience with any of this. Well, most of it. You recognize some toys.

As if sensing your doubt, Wanda brushes a lock of hair behind your ear with a small smile.

“Know this. I won’t do anything without your explicit consent. Do you have a safeword?”

You open your mouth to say that you do, but the one you’ve used before seems ridiculous in this setting, so you shake your head.

“No.”

Wanda nods before releasing you and stepping back and running her hands down her jacket as if it wasn’t already perfect.

“Okay. Let’s keep it simple, and go with the light system. ‘Red’ means stop everything now, ‘yellow’ slow down, and ‘green’ well that’s obvious.”

You feel comforted by Wanda’s obvious concern for your well-being. Now that you’re reassured, you start to consider what happens next. You don’t get very far before Wanda moves so she’s standing beside you, and you both take a moment to consider your options.

“Now look around, and tell me what you feel.”

Your first thought is intimidated. You could be easily overwhelmed if you try to consider how you would be able to handle each and every identifiable thing in front of you. Instead, you focus on what caught your attention first, and held it long enough to become a distinct possibility.

“I…excited. Eager.”

Wanda walks over to the shelves at the far wall and reaches out to run her fingers over the silk blindfolds laid out.

“What excites you? What is it you want, detka?”

You open your mouth to speak, but the words are caught in your throat. Wanda doesn’t give you time to free them as she moves along the wall and runs her fingers across each item she comes to. You feel your stomach clench at the sight of Wanda playing with the coils of rope that lay beside the blindfolds.

“Do you want to be bound and at mercy of your Mistress?”

Your mouth feels dry all of a sudden, and you don’t even bother trying to respond as Wanda turns on a dime and reaches for one of the riding crops propped against a large throne-like chair.

“Or do you want something in between pleasure and pain?”

You feel your heart skip a beat at the thought of how many times you’ve wondered what it would be like to have someone spank you during sex. You don’t realize that Wanda is standing in front of you until the smell of her perfume invades your senses. You jump in surprise before you stiffen when you realize that she’s dragging the riding crop down your arm.

“Tell me. What is it that you want?”

You turn to Wanda and open your mouth to respond, but she shakes her head with a stern look. She takes you by the chin and turns you back toward the shelves in front of you.

“Don’t look at me. Look and focus on how you feel. What is it that you want?”

You don’t know what to say first as your mind fills with answers. You let your eyes fall closed as you think about what will make you feel the most. You can’t pick just one.

“I want…I want it all. I want to try it all.”

You feel your skin twitch as the crop leaves your arm and Wanda comes around behind you with a smile you can’t see.

“I want to show you everything.”

You shiver when she slides a hand up your arm and toward you neck before dropping toward your breasts. Your breath catches as she glides over your stomach and down to your thighs. Her touch sets your body alight and fills you with desire so strong you feel weak in the knees.

“But tonight, I just want you. I want to feel you lose control.”

Her hand pushes the hem of your dress higher up your thighs until she’s revealed the lace underneath. She brushes a finger between your legs and smiles at the confirmation that you’re already soaked. You bite back a moan as you fall into Wanda with a gasp.

“Is that what you want?”

You continue to tremble against Wanda as her other hand slides up your stomach to squeeze your breast under your dress. You let out a moan that makes Wanda squeeze harder and your eyes slam shut at the overwhelming need you feel.

“Do you want me to make you fall apart?”

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and you let out a breathy curse. “Shit, yes. Please.”

Wanda pushes up your dress again just enough to slip her hand in your panties. You moan loudly and arch your back while rocking your hips into Wanda’s hand. She tightens her hold around you before pulling you close. Your heart is thundering in your chest and you don’t think you’ll last very long if Wanda keeps this up. You curse when you feel fingers tease your clit, and you open your eyes to see Wanda watching you in awe.

“If you’re to be mine, you have to be completely loyal to me. I am your Mistress.”

Your hips continue to jump against every touch between your legs, and you begin to feel your mind go blank at Wanda’s words and ministrations.

“I am your everything. Give yourself to me.”

Your body betrays you, and you sag further against Wanda as she holds you tight against her as she continues to please you. You moan as her fingers curl deep inside you as her thumb circles your aching clit. You’re nearly panting as you try to keep yourself from peaking too soon.

“That’s it. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically but you can’t speak. Your hips lose their rhythm against Wanda’s fingers and you know it won’t be long now.

“If you want me to let you come, tell me who you belong to, detka.”

You don’t hesitate to respond as enthusiastically as you can without being able to think straight.

“You. I’m yours.”

You feel Wanda smile against your neck as she kisses you and practically growls in your ear.

“That’s right. You’re mine. No one gets to touch you but me. You’re all mine.”

“Yes!”

You reach out for the arm that’s still holding you tightly, and you gasp as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You shudder violently in Wanda’s arms and you’re barely able to support yourself as she continues to ease you through it.

“You belong to me, Y/n.”

You barely have time to nod before Wanda’s turning you to face her, and meeting your lips in a soft yet possessive kiss. You moan against her lips and break away too soon for her liking. Still, she lets you recover as you pant heavily against her front. She’s still keeping you on your feet, but you don’t seem to notice as you wait until your limbs start to work again.

“Fuck, Wands. That was…”

You don’t have words to describe how fantastic you feel, but you realize they’re not needed when Wanda chuckles and kisses your cheek with a sigh. She removes her hand from between your legs and you have to stop yourself from whining from the loss.

“We’re definitely buying a membership to this place.”

You smile before nodding in agreement as you try and force yourself to your feet. You stager a bit which makes Wanda smile smugly. It’s gone by the time you turn around and meet her lips for another kiss. You wrap your arms around your beautiful wife’s waist and sigh before nodding in agreement.

“Definitely.”

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