Avengers One Shots

wanda x reader - more than a mission

A/N - Request from MrsBlackWidow1122 sorry it's so late!!

Content Warnings/Kinks: hickeys, praise kink, degradation, choking, unprotected sex (scissoring)

More than a Mission

"He's in the corner there" Y/n whispered into her StarkTech earpiece that connected directly to Wanda's, "We need to hear what he's saying to that man"

"On it" Wanda responded, startling Y/n by grabbing her hand and bringing her over to the pool table.

The location was perfect for them to eavesdrop on their target. Y/n picked up a pool cue. Then, Wanda pressed up behind Y/n and pushed her forward so that her front was leaning over the table's green surface, making her tense. She slid her arm down, slowly skimming from the fabric of Y/n's t-shirt to her bare skin, until she reached the long, wooden stick.

"Now all you have to do is pull back like this" she guided her, putting on a show as they both listened intently, "And then shoot"

Y/n grit her teeth but obeyed, her cheeks flushing embarrassingly as a heat began to pool in her panties. She could barely focus as she pulled back, aiming with the expert precision of a trained assassin, just because she could, a sunk the ball into the corner hole.

Wanda cheered innocently, clapping her hands, her round face warmed by her rosy blush. The sight of her was almost enough to make Y/n forget her irritation at the other woman. They continued "playing," faking their game until the man and his mysterious companion left.

"I think we've got everything we need now," Wanda said, grinning after completing the mission successfully.

Y/n checked the room, making sure their target really was gone, before grabbing Wanda roughly by the wrist and pulling her towards the grimy bathrooms at the back end of the bar. She slammed her up against the wall of the stall with one hand, locking the flimsy door with the other.

"Y/n—" Wanda started.

She was silenced when Y/n came closer to her than she ever had, not pressing up against her, but close enough that Wanda could feel the heat of her body emanating off of her.

"I—I—" the spy started, and Y/n never stuttered, "I need to kiss you"

Wanda nodded quickly and in an instant Y/n's lips were on hers. Their kisses were sweet and rough all at once. Y/n would press her lips harshly onto Wanda's and she responded with a muffled moan, nipping at Y/n's bottom lip, dragging the flushed skin into her mouth before releasing it. Y/n's eyes practically rolled back into her head at the feeling of Wanda's delicate hands on her hips and the taste of her peppermint lip balm.

Needing more, Y/n began kissing down Wanda's face, slowing down her movements. She kissed her cheek, her jaw, and her neck, leaving marks that Wanda would have to explain to the others later all over her pale skin. It was clear that Wanda didn't care about appearances or explanations, she was clearly overwhelmed by pleasure. Her noises, her little gasps and whines, certainly didn't help the building tension between Y/n's thighs.

"So needy huh honey?" Y/n jested, "So desperate for me..."

"Y/n..." Wanda mewled.

"...I bet your pussy is just dripping, just aching for my touch, such a little slut for me"

"Yes" she could barely speak, "I—I need you"

"We'd better get home then honey"

~

"Can I touch you?" Y/n asked, her words breathy but commanding as they lay on the bed in Y/n's room together.

"Yes" Wanda begged immediately, "Yes please, yes"