Wanda Maximoff One Shots

Quick AN; This is from my old story that got deleted for some reason. It's different because I'm doing it from memory, but the prompt is still the same.

"Just one time?" I smirk against Wanda's lips. My back makes contact with my bedroom wall as she pulls away, out of breath.

"Unless you can't get enough of me," she says then goes to work on my neck.

I scoff at that. "Oh please. You're the one that's going to be begging for me to fuck you again."

Wanda moves further down my neck, nipping at the small junction at the base. My breath hitches as she bites my collarbone.

"I don't think you're in any position to do any fucking." Before I can speak up for myself, she presses a finger to my lips. "It's hotter when bottoms own up to the fact that they're bottoms rather than pretend to be a top."

I roll my eyes at that comment. Wanda slightly shakes her head tucking her hands under my shirt. "Hurry and take this off," she commands.

I rush out of my T shirt and throw it off to the side. Wanda rubs my hipbones with her thumbs, staring at my chest. She bites her lip before pulling me in for a hot kiss. With new opportunity, she unclasps my bra and slowly slides the straps down. Once my pebbled nipples come into view, she rips it off.

She takes one breast into her hand and fondles it. My breath hitches as she slaps it and steps back.

"Get on the bed."

As if the redhead couldn't get any sexier. I almost listen to her. Almost. However, I still wanted to show her that I had some power.

"Take off your shirt first," I say simply. Wanda flexes her jaw in irritation, but takes off her shirt and bra with no hesitation.

I gulp at the soft stomach and her freckled tits. The thought of complimenting her comes to mind, but quickly escapes as she grabs me by the chin.

"Now that we're even, get on the fucking bed, y/n."

To tease her even more, I slowly walk to the bed and sit myself on the edge.

Wanda's eyes greedily roam over my chest then face. She licks her lips while running a hand through her hair.

She takes a step towards me and pulls my chin up to meet her eyes. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

I roll my eyes. "Please. We both know that you'll give the first orgasm, then you'll be so desperate that I'll be the one fucking your brains out for the rest of the night."

What. Am. I. Saying?

Before I can say anything else to rile her up, Wanda pushes me down on the bed. I begin to breathe more heavily as the need for her touch grows.

"I think I should just put a gag in your mouth," she says leaning over me. "But then again," I feel goosebumps pop up as her fingers travel down my stomach. "I wouldn't be able to hear those pretty moans or whimpers begging for more."

Seconds later, she thrusts two fingers past my jeans, into my soaked cunt. I bite my tongue to hold back any noises, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. As I turn my head to the side, she presses her lips against my neck.

"You can try to hold back all you want, but just know... it won't stop me."

Her fingers pace is maddening. Her fingers curl, driving me up the wall. I can feel myself clench around her digits and with the way Wanda is smirking, she can too.

The tension in my lower stomach is almost unbearable. "Oh fuck," I mutter.

Wanda grins smugly. "That's it, y/n. Beg for it."