Nonsense.
Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.
A/N: This was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song “Nonsense.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)
Word count: 1,584.
Masterlist.
It was Friday night and Wanda was at the bar waiting for her date to arrive as she dismissed many suitors left and right.
Politely declining their advances since she really wasn’t interested, preferring to wait for her date than entertain the strangers that came up to her.
But that all changed when she noticed it had been half an hour and the person she was to meet with was nowhere in sight and a woman from across the room caught her attention.
Even in the dimly lit bar Wanda could make out the mischief twinkling behind your eyes, a dimpled smile making an appearance from time to time as you looked her way, giving her a final teasing smirk that intrigued Wanda before you approached.
“Hey, is this seat taken?” You ask as you point to the empty space beside Wanda.
“No, the seat's all yours,” the redhead says as you sit beside her.
“So, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone in a place like this,” you ask as you flag the bartender down.
“Would you believe me if I said I was stood up?” Wanda says, taking a small sip from her drink.
“No way,” you gape, smiling towards the bartender when they place your drink down in front of you.
“Yeah, they were supposed to be here half an hour ago, guess they’re just not interested,” she shrugs.
“Well, honestly, it’s their loss, because they are truly stupid for standing you up. But, also please remind me to thank them for giving me the opportunity to speak to a woman of your caliber,” you say with a silly smile on your face.
“Charmer,” Wanda chuckles, cheeks lightly flushing.
“I try,” you say shrugging, eliciting a small laugh from the woman, “do you mind if I keep you company?” You ask.
“I absolutely do not mind,” Wanda says and you smile.
“So what’s your name?” You question, as you take a swig of your drink.
“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff,” the redhead says, extending her hand for you to shake.
“Pleasure to meet you Wanda, I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N,” you say, shaking her hand in return.
Talking with Wanda feels natural, as if you’ve known each other all of your lives and you can’t help but want to see where this takes you.
“Forgive me for being forward but I would like to take you out on a date,” you say and Wanda smiles.
“Well since we’re here now and already getting acquainted why don’t we make this our first date,” the redhead suggests and you nod.
As you and Wanda continue conversing about your lives, you can’t help but get lost in her insanely beautiful green eyes as she retells a story about her week.
“Wanda,” you begin softly, stopping her mid sentence, “I don’t mean to interrupt but, I just can’t help but be captivated by your gorgeous eyes,” you say and the redhead blushes.
“Thank you,” she says, a shy smile present on her face.
“Would it be okay if I take you home to make them roll,” you say lowly, a smirk on your lips that takes Wanda’s breath away.
“Yes,” she says, “but what do you say we get out of here and go back to my place instead?” Wanda asks slightly breathless, as she feels a heat grow on her body. Your words greatly affecting her.
“I would but, unfortunately I got an Uber here, I don’t have my car,” you say, rubbing your neck awkwardly.
“I don’t normally do this,” Wanda begins, lip caught between her teeth in contemplation, “but I’ll give you a ride,” she breathes.
“Lead the way, beautiful,” you say as Wanda grabs your hand to drag you out of the bar and to her car.
Making her way home Wanda feels her body set ablaze as your hand rests on her thigh. The small caresses you give her making the minutes feel like hours as she can’t wait to get you into bed.
Pulling into her driveway Wanda turns the car off immediately before walking out with you in tow.
Walking the small path to her front door you can’t resist any longer so you pull her into you.
“My god, do you have any idea of how beautiful you are,” you say softly, as one hand caresses her face, the other tightly holding onto her hip.
Blushing Wanda casts her eyes downwards, “you’re full of compliments aren’t you?” She says, a shy smile on her lips as she shakes her head.
“I only speak the truth amor, and if you let me, I can show you just how beautiful you truly are,” you whisper, as you pull the woman in a little closer. The redhead nodding as her arms go around your neck, “can I kiss you?” You ask breathlessly.
“I’ve been waiting all night for you to ask,” Wanda breathes before pressing her lips to yours in a bruising kiss.
Standing on the porch you suddenly grab one of the redhead’s legs and wrap it around your waist, your hand making its way to her backside as you squeeze her ass tightly.
“You’re truly a goddess, my love,” you breathe, “isn’t this the best idea I’ve had in a while?” You say as your lips begin to make their way to Wanda’s jaw.
“Yes baby, yes. You were absolutely so right. Pretending to be strangers and then coming home together afterwards was such a hot idea,” your wife says, panting slightly as you kiss her neck.
“I told you baby, I may be an idiot most of the time, but I have my moments,” you say, causing Wanda to chuckle before you kiss her sweet spot, making her let out a moan and roll her hips into yours.
“Patience Max,” you say, amusement in your tone as you press your wife against the wall roughly causing a louder moan to escape her lips, “we have all night baby and I plan on taking my time,” you say against her lips before pressing her harder into the wall, swallowing her moans as you kiss her.
As you continue making out with your wife a sudden voice makes you both stop.
“Oh. Ohhh! Oh my god, I so did not need to see my godmothers making out! Ah, my eyes,” Pietro’s daughter Luna yells as she covers her eyes causing you and your wife to pull apart.
“Luna, what are you doing here? I thought you and the twins were out at a party?” Wanda asks, as you let go of her leg that was around your waist, her cheeks blazing red in embarrassment at having been caught nearly making love out on her front porch like a horny teenager.
“The cops raided it, so we came home early. But never mind that!” She says, waving her hands around in distress. “What are you two doing out here? Were you guys going to have sex on the porch?!” The teen asks loudly, causing both of your twins, Billy and Tommy, to come out of your home, looking around at the 3 of you in confusion.
“Mom, Mami, what are you doing back home so early?” Billy asks.
“They were about to have sex on the porch,” your goddaughter provides loudly, properly scandalized.
“No, no we weren’t,” you shake your head laughing nervously, “and uh, how about we don’t broadcast that out to the whole neighborhood, huh?” You say smiling sheepishly.
“Oh please, it’s not like we don’t know when you get it on, honey, your wife is not necessarily quiet,” your neighbor Agatha screams from across the street and your jaw goes slack.
“Agatha, what- oh my god,” Wanda exclaims, cheeks blazing red as her hands come to cover her face.
“It’s true dear, you’re a screamer, but that’s okay, because at least we know that someone around here is getting pleasured,” your neighbor shrugs, as you stand there your look of shock being replaced by a proud smirk.
“I don’t know why you’re standing there looking so smug,” your wife says, as she sends a menacing glare your way, “because we are so not having sex anymore,” she exclaims, as she storms into your home.
“Wait, what?” You ask stunned, your smirk immediately wiped off your face, “oh Max, come on, don’t be like that, she’s joking,” you yell into your house, “wow, thanks a lot Agatha,” you say with a pouty frown as you follow after your wife.
“Sorry dear!” Your neighbor exclaims, “anyway, you three should get going, it's late, goodnight kids,” the older woman says before she disappears into her home.
“I learned so much about your mother’s today that I definitely did not want to know about,” Luna says with a shudder.
“Yeah, us too,” Billy supplies, shuddering as well at the new information he just heard.
“I’m going to be scarred for life,” Tommy says as he stares into the distance. “Like seriously, I’m going to need a lot of therapy. Mom and mami just- eww,” he says grimacing before giving his whole body a shake.
“Come on, I suggest we get out of here. What if they change their minds? I do not want to hear what goes down if they do, I say we go to aunt Nat’s,” the girl says and the boys nod. Tommy sprinting inside his home to grab his car keys quickly before the teens make their way to his car and drive away.
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