Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Kinks/Warnings: References to sex clubs and public sex.

Vision phased into the entryway of the compound. He felt his mouth fall open instinctively when he saw Wanda’s outfit. She was wearing a corset that was similar to that of her uniform, but a brighter red and even tighter and more revealing. It was paired with bright pink stockings that accentuated her shapely legs and a sheer red skirt that just barely covered her enough to go out in public. Wanda was always beautiful, but this outfitted highlighted her features in an entirely new way. Vision did not think he knew desire before this moment.

“Where are you going, Wanda?” His question came out as a croak. He immediately performed a scan on his vocal processors. Everything seemed to be in order.

She flushed. “To a club.”

“Oh. Alone?”

“Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?” She regretted her snapping at him as soon as she saw his face. Vision was her best friend on the team, the only one aside from Pietro that she felt she could truly be herself around. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to let him in on this part of her life.

“Not at all. I was simply curious.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“May I accompany you?”

“I’m not sure you’d want to.” Wanda bit her lip, imagining Vision’s horror at the exploits going on where she went. “It’s a special kind of club.”

“What kind of special?”

“Um, the kind where people go to have sex and watch other people have sex.”

“Oh. That sounds fascinating. I would like to see it.”

“Feel free to come along then, but maybe not dressed like that.” Vision assessed his outfit, a typical ensemble of a dark sweater and trousers. A quick scan of the internet revealed several possibilities of more appropriate attire.

He phased his outfit into a tight long-sleeved shirt made of netting and leather pants. “Is this better?” Vision hoped that he was not imagining the way Wanda’s eyes darkened when she stared at him.

“That works,” she squeaked. Wanda waved him forward then.

She took to the sky without a word of explanation, but he followed her without pause. She landed in an alley a few blocks away from the club. When she reached the nondescript back entrance, she gave the password and they were let in.

When they were settled into a corner booth, they both fell silent. Vision was entranced by the free exchange of physical contact. He noted Wanda’s accelerated pulse and breathing as she observed the displays around them.

They were approached several times by people asking if they would like to join their revelries, but Wanda sent them away with a pleasant dismissal. Her response only piqued Vision’s curiosity. He found the courage to ask her, “Wanda, have you ever participated in these activities?”

Wanda shrugged. “Not really. I’ve kissed a few people and fooled around a bit, but watching’s more my style.” Vision did not seek clarification on what exactly “fooling around” meant, but he could not help but imagine himself kissing Wanda, feeling her breasts and hips, perhaps letting her grind against him.

“Is this where you go every time you leave the compound at this time of night?”

“Pretty much.” Wanda didn’t really want to talk about it. There was still a haze around her discovery of this place. She’d never really liked porn or wanted to be intimate with a partner, but this was different. The heady combination of so much pleasure all around her was more potent than anything she had read or seen or experience on her own.

Watching Vision see it all for the first time added a whole new layer of interest. Wanting to go with her was one thing, but being there was something else. But the horror she expected from him never came.

Vision switched his gaze from the revelers all around them to Wanda. He caught her glancing at him frequently, as if he would run away at a moment’s notice. He squeezed her hand under the table, and she relaxed.

Eventually, closing time arrived. Vision found himself disappointed to see the night end. It was an adjustment to be back in the cool fall air a few hours before sunrise. But the flight to the compound did work to clear his head.

They let themselves in. Vision walked her to her door. She smiled up at him. She’d expected this to be the most awkward night in the history of the world. But his enthusiasm was infectious, and Wanda found herself enjoying the night even more than usual.

“Thank you for sharing this part of your life with me.”

“It was fun. I’ll let you know the next time I’m going?”

“Absolutely. I would be honored.”

Wanda smiled back. She had no idea what this was the start of, but she had a feeling it would be something to remember.

Chapter Text

It had been a few weeks since their first trip to the club together. They had made no mention of it since that night. But the record of it was burning through Vision’s perfect memories every spare moment.

Meanwhile, Wanda was experiencing the same issues. She wanted to know Vision’s thoughts on that night, but there never seemed to be a good time to bring it up. There was always training or Pietro or team bonding.

Neither of them seemed willing to bring it up during their frequent late-night conversations. Those were left to watching TV and movies. Though they did sit closer to each other than they had previously.

But eventually Wanda couldn’t wait any longer. She needed some sort of relief. Alone in her room, she used her fingers to bring herself to completion. She lay back on the bed, panting and boneless, when a precise series of knocks announced Vision’s arrival. “Just a minute!” She quickly dressed herself and splashed some water on her face.

“Hi, Vizh.” She leaned against the door frame in attempt at being casual.

Vision could not help but stare at Wanda. She was flushed, her hair wilder than usual. He found her absolutely beautiful. He could not speak for a few moments. “Ah, may I come in?”

He was suddenly doubting his decision to broach a possible sexual relationship. He wanted her. But would that destroy their friendship? He could not bear the thought. But Wanda was ushering him inside.

He sat on the bed beside her as he often did when they kept each other company during the long midnight hours. His sensitive olfactory receptors picked up on a new potent mix of chemicals. Vision’s doubts faded as a primordial remnant of human instinct rose to the surface.

Wanda smiled at him. “What’s up?”

For once Vision decided not to analyze every minute detail of their conversation. “I would like to talk about the club if you are open to it.”

Wanda tried to suppress her immediate panic. He was going to tell her that he had changed his mind, that the trip had been a horrible mistake, that he was disgusted by her. Well, she knew he would never say the last part. Still, it would be better to know now than continuing to spin useless fantasies. “Okay.”

Vision did not truly know where to begin making his request, so he started from the beginning. “Going to the club with you awakened parts of me that I did not know existed. I have been able to think of little else, even when we are with the team or simply talking. I was wondering how you felt about exploring a sexual relationship. With me.”

Of all the things Wanda had thought she might say, that was the last. She felt her mouth fall open. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Yes. If you do not want to, I will never speak of it again.”

“Oh, I do. I just didn’t realize you wanted to.” Wanda decided to throw caution to the wind. If they both wanted each other, why shouldn’t they enjoy the new-found attraction between them?

She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. He didn’t respond immediately, but soon he was eagerly pressing back against her. Things were about to get a lot more interesting when a different kind of knock sounded at the door. Short, staccato hits gave way to Pietro’s shouts. “Hey, Wanda! We’re going out for once. Come with us.”

She glanced apologetically at Vision, who nodded. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Vision was disappointed that their relationship would not progress more that night, but the evening out with the team was pleasant and perfectly normal. It proved to him that nothing else might have to change if they moved forward physically.

***

A few nights later, the compound was quiet once again. Wanda and Vision had found a few spare moments to kiss since they planned to have sex, but nothing more than that. She planned to remedy that.

Heading to Vision’s room, she played with her fingers. She wanted this, but they had not discussed any of the specifics. She still didn’t know what to expect. But before she knew it, Vision opened the door. “I heard your footsteps. Would you like to come in?”

“Yeah.”

He ushered her inside, an exact mirror of the night he’d admitted his desire. Wanda plopped down on his bed, not exactly the sexy pose she had intended, but she felt Vision’s warm gaze on her regardless. “I’m ready.” She made a better second attempt at lying down seductively.

He paused. “You are referring to sex, are you not?”

“Yes.” She patted the bed beside her. He joined her, and she pulled him into their most satisfying kiss yet. When they parted, Wanda was breathing hard, and Vision’s pupils were swallowing up most of his irises. “Will you fuck me tonight?” Wanda whispered.

“Yes.” Vision immediately returned to her mouth before venturing lower. Wanda was prepared to give herself over to sensation entirely when he stopped. She couldn’t stop a pathetic whine from escaping her throat when he sat back. “But I would like to clarify several points first.”

Wanda sat up with a groan. Vision could sense her frustration, but he needed to settle his mind before they took this step. “I apologize for making you wait, but I do not want there to be any misunderstandings between us.”

Her expression relaxed, and she placed her hand on his forearm. “You never have to apologize for setting a boundary around sex, or anything, really.” Vision felt pride swell within him. He had been the first to encourage Wanda and Pietro to go to therapy after their harrowing childhoods. Wanda had learned so much there. “What do you want to talk about?”

“We are agreeing to have sex, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Do you expect us to be exclusive or consider ourselves to be in a relationship?”

Wanda thought for a moment. She certainly wasn’t interested in anyone else, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted a formal tie. “I’m fine without putting labels on anything. We can agree to have sex, see how it goes after that.”

She could practically see gears turning in his head. “I am comfortable with that.” He shifted her hand to intertwine their fingers. “My next concern is that, as you are likely aware, I have never done this before. I do not wish to disappoint or miss unspoken cues.”

Wanda reached up to hold his face in her hands. “Vizh, you remember when I said I had fooled around a bit at the club?” He nodded. Of course. He remembered everything. “Well, that’s all I’ve ever done, just some over-the-clothes touching. We’re in this together. And as for the unspoken cues, we have an advantage.” She tapped his forehead. They had been opening their minds to each other more and more lately. “If either of us want something different, we can let each other know.”

“Of course. I suppose I had forgotten.” He looked away bashfully, and Wanda let go of him. Later she would contemplate how sex could turn the head of even the most logical synthezoid.

“I trust you, Vizh. I know you’ll stop if I ask you to, and I’ll do the same for you.”

“I trust you as well, Wanda.” She waited for him to go on, but he only stared at her. “That is all. Is there anything else--?” She pounced on him, pressing her lips against his. His arms encircled her, and he pulled her more tightly to him.

After a few minutes of fairly chaste kisses, they started to grind against each other. That only fueled the hunger of their kisses. Wanda opened her mouth and let Vision’s tongue swirl inside. She pulled back to suck on his own lips and tongue to switch it up. Wanda had reason to be grateful for the soundproofing that Tony had assured them adorned every room. Their groans were starting to echo.

They stripped each other until they were both down to their underwear. Wanda marveled at the expanse of crimson skin before. If she wasn’t already on fire for Vision, his gaze would have set her alight. He reached up to squeeze her breasts experimentally, and she sank into his touch.

Vision marveled at the texture of her flesh and lace in his hands. He could touch her forever. But he wanted to feel her skin on skin, with no barriers. He reached one hand around and slid it under the band of her bra. “May I?” She nodded. He carefully separated the hooks. Wanda pulled the garment off, throwing it on the floor without care. Vision let himself stare at the exposed flesh. She flushed a deeper shed of red, almost matching his own skin tone. “Beautiful.”

She continued moving on top of him, even as she reached down to grasp his cock. He shuddered under her touch. She raised a brow at him, and he phased his underwear away. Feeling her hand wrapped around his most sensitive organ threatened to undo him completely. He bucked into her hand helplessly. Wanting to show her the same pleasure, Vision worked his fingertips into her underwear. She was already wet.

Wanda moaned even more when he touched her. Her forehead fell against his neck as she tried to control her breathing. He continued to explore at a tantalizing pace. She finally managed to get a word out. “Off.” It was the wrong word choice because he immediately stilled and started to withdraw his hand until she held his wrist in place. She gathered her thoughts just enough to say, “Underwear off.”

Reassured that Wanda didn’t want him to stop, Vision phased the offending fabric from her body. He resumed pressing just the tips of his fingertips inside while seeking out her mouth. He swallowed her renewed moans.

After a few more minutes, she reached for his hand. He watched with wonder as she removed his hand vagina and sucked his fingers clean. He grew impossibly harder at the sight of her dark eyes and the sensation of her sucking his fingers. She released him with a pop, and his arm fell bonelessly to the bed. “I’m good with the foreplay. I want you inside me.”

“If you insist.” He certainly would not protest. He helped her align her hips with his. He held an unnecessary breath as she hovered over him.

This time it was Wanda who paused. “Fuck! Protection?”

It took him a few attempts to bring his higher brain functions online. “Oh! I have, uh, taken samples and determined that we are not biologically compatible, but I have obtained condoms if you would be more comfortable.”

Wanda tried and failed not to smirk at the image of Vision “taking samples” and studying the results under a microscope. “No, no. We’re good.” She was glad that she could feel him with nothing in between them.

She leaned down to kiss him again to restore the mood. Vision met her lips with equal enthusiasm and took her breast in one hand while circling her clit with the other. She rocked her hips against him, feeling his tip brush against her and send electricity down her spine. Wanda had just enough presence of mind to ask, “Ready?”

“Ready.”

She lowered herself until she had enveloped him completely. They both stayed still, taking in all the sensations of being joined completely. Eventually, Vision looked to Wanda for a cue. She nodded, sharing her pleasure across their link. He started to move, and soon Wanda joined in his rhythm.

They pressed close and retreated for what felt like hours. But they could only last so long, both of them being so new at this. Vision started to falter, but he returned his fingers to Wanda’s clit. They managed to come apart within seconds of each other.

They lay tangled together. Vision was once again offline for several long moments, all processes overcome by their double ecstasy. He finally shifted and slipped out of her. She whimpered at the loss. Vision stroked her back to compensate for it. They cuddled into each other until Wanda needed to use the bathroom. While she was inside, the door opened, and she levitated a few of Vision’s few items of real clothing to her. He smiled when she returned to the bed in the oversized garments. He phased himself into his own pajamas to match her.

“We should definitely do that again.”

“I concur.” They both stared at one another. Despite what they had just shared, there was a hint of awkwardness in the air. Vision decided that since they were in his space, it was incumbent upon him to invite her to stay. “Would you like to sleep here tonight?”

Wanda blinked at him. “Sure. If you don’t mind.”

“Certainly not.” He reclined deeper into the pillows and opened his arms to her. She snuggled up to him with alacrity. Soon her breathing deepened and evened out. Vision was left alone to contemplate this profound shift in his existence. He could grow accustomed to discovering every aspect of human sexuality and intimacy with his closest friend.

Chapter Text

They were doing a small mission in the city today. Normally, SHIELD would have handled it, but she suspected Fury wanted to keep them practicing in the absence of any larger threats lately. But it was wrapped up within an hour. They barely broke a sweat.

Afterward, Tony was determined to go to his favorite shawarma place, complaining loudly that they had not gone as a group since the Battle of New York. Wanda couldn’t care less about shawarma, but she did like the idea of her and Vision having the compound to themselves. She raised on eyebrow at him while they were hidden in the back.

Wanda pled a little bit of post-adrenaline high tiredness, and Vision declined because he didn’t eat. The others let them go with only token protests, though she did not miss her brother’s questioning look.

Once they were ensconced in her room, she led Vision to an armchair in the corner. She pushed him gently down. “I am hungry,” Wanda murmured as she sank to her knees before him. They’d only started having sex a week ago, and somehow they had not tried this yet.

She grinned as Vision’s confusion melted into a knowing smirk. “And you want to eat me?” He petted her hair. She leaned into his touch, resting her cheek against his thigh.

“Mm.”

Suddenly she felt synthetic fabric replaced by warm muscle. Vision was stroking himself lightly. Wanda licked her lips. He really was magnificent. Leaning down to kiss her, he cradled her face. When they parted, his had traveled back into her hair. He drew Wanda toward him. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was already hoarse, and she hadn’t even had him down her throat yet. She sought to fix that, swallowing him down whole.

Vision was grateful for the residence’s soundproofing, as well as the empty floor. His groan reached 75 decibels, a full 10 decibels more than normal conversation. But then he had no more control for such analysis. He focused solely on Wanda’s lips tightening around the base of his cock. It was all he could do not to thrust too forcefully.

She pulled off him, much to his disappointment. He tried not to project that emotion. Wanda needed to breathe. She scattered kisses around his thighs and abdomen. Vision enjoyed her ministrations, despite his aching need to have her suck on him again. “I’ve never felt you so impatient.”

He attempted to bring his thoughts under control. “Apologies. Take your time, of course.”

“Just teasing.” Wanda took him all the way down her throat.

“Oh, Wanda!”

She relished how undone Vision was already. She was ready for him to come. So she sucked him harder and played with his balls. He had lost the ability to form words, but she felt a warning of how close he was in her mind. She licked all around the head before swallowing him once more. She wanted to taste him, and she was not disappointed.

“Mmmm! Good to the last drop!” Vision glowed with embarrassment, but she did not miss the way his eyes darkened even more on her. He pulled her up onto his lap, kissing her deeply.

“Interesting.” He was cataloging the flavor for future study.

Wanda kissed him for a few more minutes, but she was squirming more and more. He could feel her desire, so he shifted out from under her, leaving her in the plush chair with her legs spread wide. “Shall I return the favor?”

“Yes!” 80 decibels.

Vision wasted no time phasing her uniform off her. They had only begun to explore stripping each other. The slow revelation of skin was a treat, but they were past that right now. He looked up at her. She was breathtaking with her hair a wild crown around her head, flushed from desire. He wished to reward her beauty. He set to sucking her clit immediately, and she shuddered.

Vision was overcome with the desire to taste her as well, so he lapped up her wetness before returning to her clit. He licked and sucked, drawing patterns in her folds. Wanda pressed against his head, urging him to go where she needed. He followed her guidance, and soon she was bucking against his face and crying out at 85 decibels.

Vision stroked her thighs and hips through the afterglow. She smiled down at him and tapped his chin. “We’re both a mess.” Not the most tender pillow talk that they’d used. “Wanna shower? Then we can enjoy picking the movie for once.”

“That sounds like a fine idea.” Vision lifted her up without warning, and she giggled. He was always surprising her.

They held each other under the hot water, and she once again thought that she could get used to this forever.

Chapter Text

This was their first time back to the club since they’d started having sex. Wanda found that her interest in the pleasure around her was not diminished, but she enjoyed Vision’s reaction even more. They became closer and closer in each other’s minds, so his interest and excitement were ever clearer.

After less than ten minutes in their semi-private booth, Vision was already fully hard, straining against his pants. Some passers-by had been offering invitations, but they both politely declined. Part of Wanda wondered what Vision would do if she reminded him that they were not exclusive, that he could join any group he wanted to, but the rest of her wanted to keep him with her.

He groaned particularly loud as a person with a rather impressive cock was suckled by several people in turn. It brought memories to the surface that had only been a few weeks prior. His human disguise blushed prettily as Wanda watched him.

A new idea struck her. “They look like they’re having fun.”

It took him a few minutes to reply. “Oh! Um, yes.” He glanced at her, pupils blown wide as she had ever seen them, except the first time he saw her naked. Then he turned back to watch the display before them.

“Do you want to put on a show?” She grinned at him, closing the small gap between them and walking her fingers up his chest to take his chin in her hand. When his gaze was fully on her, she raised a brow.

Vision swallowed. “Well, ah, I am not certain how I feel about being quite so…exposed.” Wanda’s fingers remained gentle on his face.

“That’s okay.” She pushed an image into his mind that frighteningly accurate to what he had imagined the first time they were at the club together. The two of them fully clothed, kissing desperately, moving their hips as one. “What about that?”

Vision did not believe it was possible to become more aroused than he already was, but he was consistently proven wrong throughout his new sexual relationship with Wanda. He merely nodded. It was becoming a familiar sensation to lose the power of speech. But Wanda read him perfectly.

She climbed into his lap and pressed her mouth against the hollow of his throat. His hands automatically went to her hips. He encouraged her to press down against his erection. Wanda smirked and rolled her hips even more enthusiastically. He could feel her wet heat through her pants.

Vision urged her lips to his and Wanda eagerly accepted it. She relished his cock straining against her. She let out a low moan. One of his hands traveled to her breast while the other remained on her hips, driving their rhythm.

When she noticed the first on-looker, she pointed them out to Vision. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, but his hips moved even faster. She sent a question into his mind. Okay?

Yes!

She giggled as he nudged her shirt to the side, nipping at her collarbone, sure to pick a spot that was easily hidden. Suddenly she needed to kiss him again. He obliged her without any hint. When she broke away to breathe again, she noticed that their makeout session had collected several more viewers.

After checking in with Vision again, she determined it was time to put on an even better show. She raised herself higher, arching her back and presenting her breasts. Vision pulled her back down. She rose back up before grinding harder against her partner. She winked at the voyeurs and blew them kisses until Vision grabbed her face. If she hadn’t known better, she thought there might have been a bit of jealousy in his actions.

Vision crashed his lips back to hers. He was being illogical. Wanda was free to flirt with, or even have sex with, anyone she pleased. She had made no inquiries about making their relationship exclusive and neither had he. But seeing her turn her attention to the others ignited even more new feelings in him. He could not analyze them at the moment, so he simply acted. Wanda had made it clear that he was free to kiss her whenever and however he wanted (with the caveat of keeping their endeavors private).

He needed to be the one to make her come. He slipped one hand between them, slowing just slightly to adjust. When he reached her waistband, he paused. Wanda nodded, staring at him with wide eyes, her mouth open. Part of him felt that animalistic pride that he thought was foreign to him. Wanda’s focus rested entirely on him now. He rewarded her with a light tug of her clit. She sank her head into his shoulder with a long groan.

Vision traced patterns across her folds. He returned to her clit again and again. Then he thrust his fingers inside her at intervals. Finally, she collapsed bonelessly with a scream. They both stilled. Their voyeurs let out a few low whistles of appreciation before moving on.

Vision stroked his fingers through Wanda’s hair and simply held her as she came down. When she was recovered, she smiled up at him. “Afterglow” was an appropriate term for her complexion right now. “Your turn?” She started to build up a new rhythm until he stopped her.

“I believe I would prefer to wait until we are home.” Her look turned skeptical as he was clearly still hard underneath her, but she nodded amiably. Even fully clothed, experiencing an orgasm in front of all those people seemed a bit much.

But that did not resolve his immediate problem.

Vision attempted to think about something arousal-killing. He eventually managed enough to allow them to enter the cool night air. When they had walked away a fair distance, they took to the sky. Vision phased directly into his room with Wanda in his arms.

She set to returning the favor with interest.

Chapter Text

Vision and Wanda were both spared the post-Thanksgiving dinner food coma that most of the others were suffering from. Vision for obvious reasons, and Wanda because she had quickly learned most of the traditional foods were not her favorite.

So with the others distracted, they escaped to her room.

They were lying side by side, kissing lazily. It was nice not to feel the need to rush in between training sessions or missions. It seemed that even supervillains took the day off.

When they pulled apart, Wanda traced her finger down Vision’s chest. “So what are you really grateful for?”

Steve still insisted that they go around the table and express their gratitude. Wanda had claimed that she was thankful for a second chance. It was still true, but she resented the exercise every year. Vision had spouted a beautifully worded speech about using his unique gifts to help humanity. Wanda had not heard the whole thing because his hot glance at her had shorted out her brain.

“I am overwhelmingly grateful that we started sleeping together.”

“Me too.”

Vision brought his lips to hers again. Words were inadequate to express the fullness of his thoughts on the subject. He drew her closer with hands on her lower back. She came easily, and he reveled in their closeness. Simply experiencing all the places they touched was a joy and a marvel.

Kissing was wonderful. Vision could kiss Wanda for hours. But he always wanted more of her. So he trailed his lips softly down her neck. His hands slipped under her shirt. He let his fingertips draw patterns on her skin. She hummed beautifully under his touch. He considered turning her over and giving her a proper massage. However, she reached for him as well. He saved that idea for another time.

Wanda wrapped her arms tightly around Vision’s torso. She nuzzled his neck, relishing the way his fingers tightened on her skin. She kissed the tip of his chin. He smiled weakly at her. They couldn’t resist returning to each other’s mouths. They melted into each other, losing track of time and space.

Eventually, their clothes melted away as well. Wanda didn’t even know if Vision phased them away or if she was too engrossed in their kisses to notice him stripping her. But she didn’t care so long as they were naked.

They stroked each other slowly. There were no elaborate games or prompt, just simple touches and caresses. When they finished getting each other prepped, Wanda hefted her thigh over Vision’s.

He sank into her. Being filled by Vision was always so delicious, but she didn’t always have the chance to focus on each slow drag across her inner muscles. Wanda groaned into the sensation, drawing a grunt from Vision. They sped up just a bit after that.

Vision did not voice the thought, but he was also grateful for his increase in stamina since their first time. He could thrust in and out of her without losing control too quickly now. He could enjoy each muffled sound and contraction she made. He could watch her and feel her coming apart around him before experiencing his own ecstasy.

This time they reached that moment at the same millisecond. There was a subtle pride mixed with Vision’s joy and gratitude tonight. When Wanda admitted that she didn’t feel like moving, he carried her to adjoined bathroom for the necessary ablutions.

Once they were back in bed, they lay intertwined for some long moments. Neither spoke. They simply absorbed each other’s presence. They had taken to sharing a bed at least half the nights during a week, but they rarely embraced so fully after sex. Vision tried not to dwell on the implications. They had renewed any discussions about exclusivity. He did not want to assume Wanda felt these moments as deeply as he did.

Meanwhile, Wanda pushed off sleep as long as she could so she could feel Vision’s warm skin under her cheek. She tried not to think about how important these after-sex moments were becoming to her. They had both decided to remain casual. She told herself she was fine with that.

But she allowed herself to imagine that each bit of his synthetic heart was for her.

Chapter Text

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Avengers compound, only two creatures were stirring…

“Tell me, were you naughty or nice this year?” Wanda stood in front of Vision, wearing a sheer red camisole and panties with fluffy white trim around the neckline and hem, complete with a Santa hat.

She didn’t celebrate Christmas for herself, but the others all enjoyed it so much, especially Vision. He had jumped into the season with a fervor since he sprang into existence. So she’d found this little number online and couldn’t resist. They’d been sleeping together for several months now, and it was just too perfect.

He swallowed and replied, “Naughty.”

“How naughty?”

“Very.”

She traced a finger along the ridges on his cheek. He leaned into her touch. “What bad things did you do?”

“Well, according to most societies and religions, the amount of sex we have had outside the bounds of marriage, or even a committed relationship, is extremely naughty.”

“Be a little more descriptive.”

“There was the time we were a bit too enthusiastic before training and you were forced to plead a pulled muscle to be excused from it.” Vision winced at the memory, but Wanda only smiled. That was a good morning.

“Surely, that’s not the naughtiest you’ve been?” She raised her brow in challenge. Neither of them could resist that.

Vision pursed his lips. If she wanted him to rise to the occasion, he could certainly do that. “Well, one night I sat behind you at the club. You were naked, breasts bouncing and spread open for anyone to see.” Wanda’s flush grew deeper. “You were writhing against my fingers and making such wanton music. Everyone who passed by wanted to be with you.”

“Or be me,” she murmured. Vision was tempted to stop the reminisces right then, but Wanda urged him on. “What else?”

“I let you test my limits during a team movie night.” Vision had to close his eyes. He did not think that he had ever been quite so aroused or desperate. They had been wearing a blanket that covered both of them. The embarrassed thrill of being played with while maintaining an impassive face lingered for days afterward.

Wanda leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders, kissing him hungrily. He embraced her. Surely, they could stop now and let the night take its natural course. But she broke away from him once more. “And?”

Vision let himself give her a proper sigh as she giggled at his obvious frustration. It was no hardship to review their sexual history to find the acts that she would likely deem the naughtiest, but he was eager to shift into making more history, rather than reliving the past.

He finally settled on a delicious memory from the previous month. “I’ve been remiss not mention the night when you sucked my cock while I fucked you with my tongue.” He remembered so clearly how his head had nestled between her thighs and how she’d ridden him later that night.

“Hmm, you have been naughty. What should I do with you?” Wanda didn’t bother to hide her huge grin. She could already see the ideas floating through his mind, all of them pleasant, but not everything fitting with the theme of the night.

“I think, perhaps, you should punish me,” he replied immediately.

“Hmm. Maybe I should.” He nodded eagerly, and a slow smile spread across her face. “A lump of coal in your stocking?” Truth be told, she never really understood that part of the tradition. In some contexts, coal could be an extremely valuable gift. She set such thoughts aside as she pushed him gently back against the pillows. When she straddled his hips, she could feel that he was already hard.

“I was thinking you could tie me up and tease me.”

Wanda raised a brow at him. He enjoyed that far too much. “Nice try. Is it really a punishment if you choose it?”

He frowned. “I suppose not.” She patted his cheek.

Wanda hummed in faux thought. “Maybe I should put you in the cock cage.” His cock twitched at that. She kissed him, pausing to grind against him to hear that gasp. They had no such device. They had not tried such extreme orgasm delay games. But they had talked about it. Maybe another time.

“Or I could forbid you from eating me out for a week.”

Vision pulled away just enough to stare at her in utter disbelief. “Would that not also be punishing yourself?”

“Well, it takes two. I’m at least as naughty as you, so it’s only fair I get punished, too.” His face fell even more. After their conversation, Wanda didn’t have the heart to tease him too much. She made a show of tapping her lips. “But, then again, we have saved the world at least three times in the last year. Maybe it evens out.”

“I would say so.” She giggled as Vision pulled her up to his mouth. “Maybe we both deserve early presents instead of punishments tonight.” Wanda had no complaints.

Chapter Text

To the casual observer they would look like any other couple enjoying a frosty, romantic stroll in Central Park. If someone were to inspect them a little more closely, they might notice that the woman’s breathing was faster than a slow walk warranted. Or that the man continually looked down at her with heat in his gaze. Or that their grips on each other’s hands were quite tight.

If someone other than the woman could practice telepathy, they would see a very different picture. In her mind’s eye, Vision knelt before her, worshiping her with his mouth. She sat tall, spread open with her thighs over his shoulders. He paused for just a moment to gaze up at her.

When he returned to his ministrations, she came within seconds. She barely felt the cold of the evening. It was such an exercise in patience to practice this kind of restraint in public. She barely glanced at Vision. They had only done this a few times in a place this public. Wanda thrilled at the thought that no one would ever know. They were both completely buttoned up against the cold, and for show.

They could do it all for real when they returned to the compound.

Meanwhile, back in the luxurious bedroom that existed only for them, Vision urged Wanda deeper into the pillows. “You are utterly gorgeous, my love.” Somehow that sentiment made her blush more than anything else they’d done that night.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He ducked his head before settling on top of her. She could feel his erection pressing against her sensitive cunt, testing her. One of the benefits of telepathic sex was the lack of rest needed. She rocked her hips into him, and he took her signal in the spirit it was meant.

When he thrust into her, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. They moved together as one until they were both reaching their peaks.

Out in the real world, Wanda was slightly disappointed that the only sign of their intense union was a slight widening of Vision’s pupils. Though it did make the eventual reveal of his true feelings all the more satisfying. “Ready to go home?”

His careful half-grin flashed at her. “Absolutely.” They found an out of the way alley where they could take to the air. Flight always made even better foreplay as they swooped and danced together through the air.

They barely made it to Vision’s room before they began devouring each other. Soon they were reliving every glorious moment from their earlier mental encounter.

Chapter Text

Vision had her hands caged beside her head. She had never been so eagerly trapped. He entered her again and again with a stream of sweet nothings in her ear. She shuddered around him, trying to gain some leverage to use against him. He groaned when she managed to start kissing down his neck.

This battle had been too close. She needed to be completely surrounded by him. She was alive and they were both fine. She had never come so close to saying the words that sang through her veins every time they were together.

Unfortunately, it also meant that she had not had the presence of mind to lock the door. She only realized that something was amiss once she heard a strangled shout. “Hey! Wanda! Let’s—What the fuck?”

Vision immediately phased a cape over them and stilled. “Turn around, Pietro!” She slammed the door shut and locked it. Her brother listened, showing zero expression. She and Vision tried to disentangle themselves as quietly as possible. Wanda levitated some pajamas toward her.

When they were both dressed, they turned to Pietro. “All right. You’re safe now.”

Pietro didn’t say another word before he swung a fist toward Vision’s face. He stopped his fist easily. The distress was clear on his face. “Pietro, I understand what you saw must have disturbed you, but--.”

“Not another word from you!” Pietro pulled his hand away, wiping it on his pants in disgust. “If you ever lay a hand on her again--.” He was not able to finish the sentence because Wanda covered his mouth.

He quailed slightly at her burning gaze. “We don’t need to hear what you were going to say. Shut up for a minute, and I’ll deal with you.”

She turned her attention to Vision. She put her hand on his arm. “Vizh, could you give us a minute?”

“Of course.” He backed away without returning her touch.

“Apologies, Mr. Maximoff.” Pietro refused to look at him.

Vision sloped away through the door. His posture was all wrong and hunched. Her brother would rue the day he made her…best friend feel that way. Wanda sent him one more message. He’ll be okay once he cools down. We’ll talk later. None of this is on you.

Later. I will await your convenience. It was not the sort of warmth she was hoping for, but the best she could hope for under the circumstances.

Wanda focused her full ire on her brother. “How dare you treat him like that?” Wanda knew that Pietro wasn’t Vision’s biggest fan, but they got along well enough when they were both hanging out with her. She even hoped that he seemed to be warming up to Vizh a little more as he grew more certain that he wasn’t secretly Ultron playing a long game or something.

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Yes! He was devastated.”

“Good! He should be ashamed of himself. I’ll find a way to kill him. I swear.”

“Not while I’m alive!” Pietro paused in his outburst. She had really given herself away there, but if that’s what it took to calm him down, so be it.

“Wait. You really wanted him?”

“Of course, I did.”

“He wasn’t, um, forcing himself on you?”

Despite the serious accusation, Wanda had to laugh. “Have you met Vision? I know you’ve taken a long time to trust him, but you have to know how ridiculous you sound.”

Pietro had the grace to look a little shame-faced. “Fine. That was out of line. But you said you weren’t interested in sex stuff.”

Wanda sighed. She knew Pietro wouldn’t react the best, but his fury made her glad he’d never found out about the club. “I wasn’t before, but now I am.”

Pietro crossed his arms over his chest, grumbling slightly under his breath. “And how long has this been going on?”

“About four months.”

“So this is more than just your little crush?”

“Yeah. We’ve been keeping it casual, but—”

“It was never really casual.” Wanda blushed. Of course, he would figure it out. Pietro frowned. “I can’t say I’m in favor of this, but you have seemed happy lately. I guess I can give it my blessing.”

Wanda glared at him. “You will not be giving any sort of blessing or permission to my relationship. This is happening regardless.” She couldn’t let him think she needed his approval to carry on, but part of her was relieved she would not have to fight him on it. “But I appreciate you giving him a chance.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head vigorously. “Anyway, dinner?”

It was Wanda’s turn to stare at him. “I thought you’d be joking about not being able to eat for a week.”

“Tempting, but I do need to keep up my strength in these trying times.” He grinned at her.

She shoved him lightly. “You go eat. I still need to recover from this ordeal.”

“Fine, but let me know when’s a good time to interrogate the boytoy.” She threw a pillow at him as he raced out the door.

Wanda collapsed back on the bed. This was probably the last way she’d want her brother to find out about her and Vision. But at least she had an excuse to tell Vision what she really wanted now.

***

Later that night, Wanda found her way to Vision’s room. He beckoned her inside. He had a book in hand, but it was closed. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

“So, uh, that was awful earlier.”

Vision closed his eyes with a grimace. “Yes.”

“It was really all my fault for not locking the door.”

“I must bear at least part of the blame. I should have noticed.”

Wanda smiled for the first time since they’d been interrupted. “We were a little preoccupied.”

That drew a small smile from Vision as well. “Yes, we were.” It was replaced with a frown as soon as it arose. “If this incident has made you have second thoughts about our arrangement, I would understand.”

“No!” She urged his face up to look at her directly. “Look, we can call it even on who should have locked the door and just blame Pietro. He should never have barged in and talked to you like that.”

He shrugged in defeat. “He was distressed.”

“That’s no excuse.” Wanda embraced him, and he let his head fall to her shoulder. She relished Vision’s show of trust. They would be okay. She took a deep breath. She knew something that would solidify that trust. “And I was thinking of asking if you wanted to tell people soon anyway.”

Vision raised his head. “Tell them that we sleep together?”

“No. Tell them that we’re together, in all ways.”

Vision could only stare at her. Was he hearing her correctly? “Are we together?”

Wanda had been planning this conversation for weeks, but she faltered. “I mean, uh, on my end…Well, I know we haven’t talked about it since we made our arrangement. But…I haven’t thought about anyone else, and I want to be exclusive.”

Vision did not react. Wanda was prepared to fly out of here and never come back when he pulled her into a tight embrace. “As do I. In truth, I have wanted that since we began.”

She nearly cried in relief. “Me too. I’ve been kidding myself.”

He tenderly brushed her hair out of her face. “I assure you that I have been equally foolish.” She smiled up at him, overcome with emotion.

They brought their lips together in the sweetest, softest kiss they had yet shared. “As long as we both feel the same,” she whispered. She couldn’t break this moment.

“Oh, we do.” They kissed once more. Neither of them was seeking anything else that night. They fell asleep in each other’s arms with soft murmurs and caresses.

***

The next morning Vision was fortunate enough to find Pietro alone in the main kitchen after a morning run. Predictably, he glared at Vision, but at least there was no violence. “I wish to apologize again for what you saw last night.”

He shrugged before turning away to obtain the ingredients for a smoothie. “I guess I’ve been through worse.” It was progress.

“And I want you to know that I care for Wanda very deeply.” Different words fought to escape his lips, but it seemed wrong to admit his feelings to Pietro when he had still not told Wanda the truth.

He merely turned on the blender. Vision waited in agony while Pietro watched the ingredients turn to a creamy liquid with rapt attention. He finally took a long sip before turning back to Vision. “I still don’t think I trust you, but I trust my sister’s judgment.”

He supposed it was the best he could hope for at the moment. He inclined his head toward Pietro. “That is wise.”

“Anyway, I have to go stretch.” He walked away without another word.

Wanda came into the kitchen from the other side. She hugged Vision from behind, and he relaxed into her. “Really, that’s a lot of ground in one night, Vizh. By the time we’ve been together a year, he’ll be your best friend.”

He turned in her arms, embracing her fully. “Or second-best friend.” She grinned. “I can only hope so.”

“But until then, let’s just enjoy ourselves without worrying about him.” With Wanda, Vision could do that, let go of all his anxieties, just be.

And it warmed him beyond measure that she was already talking about their relationship as a long-term affair. “I concur.” He gauged his inner clock and let a slow smile spread over his face. “Shall we practice some one-on-one sparring before the official team training?” He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion that always made her laugh. Such exercises usually transformed into at least a prolonged kissing session.

“We shall.” She pulled him along after ensuring the coast was clear.

They let the rest of the world fall away as they became focused solely on their own friendly competition.

Chapter Text

“Vizh!” He hefted her over his shoulder, and she laughed in surprise. Wanda knew that, physically, Vision was much stronger than her. Of course, he was. But he didn’t show off that much. So feeling him lift her like a feather was more than a bit of a turn on. It gave her all sorts of ideas.

He dropped her on the luxurious hotel bed with his characteristic gentleness. There were benefits to having a mission on an exotic island. When he started to crawl toward her, she put a hand out to stop him. He stared at her in confusion. “Is something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart.” She sat up to kiss him. “I was just thinking. You could probably hold me up during sex with no problem.”

“Yes.” His voice rose just slightly. “Is that something you would like?”

In answer Wanda leapt out of bed. She raced to strip herself as fast as possible. By the time she was naked in the middle of the room, Vision was standing in front of her, also nude. They simply embraced each other at first. She was horny, but she could never turn down a good cuddle.

But holding each other led to kissing led to his cock pressed against her stomach. She couldn’t wait any longer. She pushed an image into his head, and he lifted her up immediately. He slowed the progression just long enough to kiss her deeply once more before trailing his lips down her body.

Once she was settled on his shoulders, her cunt lined up with his mouth, she locked her legs around him. He was holding her up with only one hand under her ass. The reality was even better than she had imagined.

His arm did not shake one bit as he sank his tongue into her. His free hand traveled up to cup her breast. She moaned into his touch, clutching her head. She could feel him smile against her, and that only spurred her on more.

Vision always appreciated Wanda’s enthusiasm. Tonight was no different. Discovering new experiences with her was his favorite thing. He ensured that he supported her adequately and continued working her through her peak. It was difficult to determine what his favorite element of sexuality was, but giving Wanda pleasure was a strong contender.

Her tight grip melted into tender caresses over his scalp. He unlocked her legs from around his back to lower her. He kissed her deeply. Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

They kissed indulgently for several long moments when she reached down to stroke his cock. Vision gasped against her mouth. She pulled away to grin wickedly at him. She grasped him more firmly and nipped around his neck and collarbone.

After a time, he took hold of her hips, squeezing her ass. Her eyes widened, and she let go of him. Vision could not resist a surge of triumph. He pressed his cock against her, teasing her slick entrance. Her head fell into his neck. “More, please,” she whispered into his skin.

Vision was only too happy to oblige. He pulled her onto his cock, thrusting home with one movement. He looked down to admire her bouncing with every gyration of his hips. “Fuck!”

He shifted so that he could support her with one arm while continuing to drive himself in and out of her. Vision’s other hand traveled to her clit. She shouted her climax to every corner of the room. He came with her.

He didn’t release her, instead carrying her into the bathroom while they were still entwined. She groaned softly with every shift of his cock inside her. He stroked her back, helping her come down gradually.

Vision turned on the water. Wanda was still staring at him dreamily. He tilted her chin to kiss her lips sweetly. When he finally slipped out of her and let her stand, he felt her legs give out slightly. He maintained his hold on her to keep her upright.

Wanda happily rested most of her weight on her boyfriend. They only parted enough to wash each other. Afterward, they simply swayed together until the hot water ran out. Drying each other off, they made their way slowly to the bed. Wanda draped her body over him with a mighty sigh. Vision ran his hands through her hair as she fell into a deep sleep, ready for the next day to begin.

Chapter Text

Everyone was assembled for movie night. Vision and Wanda had decided it was finally time to tell the whole team. Spring was just beginning to emerge from the ice. Pietro had known for almost two months. And one of these days, his subtle digs would give them away at the wrong time.

So, Wanda took the remote hostage. The others looked at her curiously as she pulled Vision to stand next to her. They were not usually ones to draw attention to themselves like that. “We have something we’d like to tell you.”

“We are together.” The others did not react, so Vision elaborated. “In a romantic relationship.”

“We thought you should know,” Wanda added weakly.

They were still met with a wall of silence until Tony threw his head back and laughed. Everyone else collapsed into laughter as well. When they finally calmed down, Sam was kind enough to ease their confusion. “Sorry if you’re disappointed in our response. But we’ve been expecting this for years.”

“Actually,” Steve said, “the last mission was our last-ditch effort to get you together. After that, we were done.”

Tony muttered, “We would’ve been more excited if all our dates in the pool hadn’t passed a long time ago. No one won the pool, and that’s no fun.”

“Well, that is all, then.” He sank down onto the loveseat, drawing Wanda with him. “We may begin the movie.” Everyone turned their attention to the screen, and no more was said on the subject.

The revelation did have the benefit of enabling her and Vision to snuggle up to each other openly. She rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh. They couldn’t try anything interesting, considering their secret was out, but that could wait for later.

And no one said a word when they said their good nights and Wanda walked into Vision’s room with him. Vision sat on the bed. “Well, I must say that I expected more surprise.”

“Me too.” She shook her head before donning a more bedroom-appropriate smirk. “But I do have an idea how to forget all about them.”

His spine straightened even more, if that was possible, and his gaze honed in on her like a laser. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged her shoulder so that her loose shirt shifted to reveal her bra step. “I was thinking that I put on a show for other people at the club, but I haven’t done it for you.”

“That is perfectly all right. I do enjoy undressing you.”

“I know, but variety is the spice of life.”

“Indeed.” He settled into a more relaxed posture as she slowly removed her shirt. This was mainly for him, but with his hot eyes on her every movement, Wanda’s pleasure increased as well.

She swayed slowly, rolling her hips and losing herself in the dance. She undid her pants. Unfortunately, she didn’t know a sexy way to step out of her pants, so she kicked them to the side as fast as possible. Vision didn’t seem to care when the sheer black lace was revealed to him.

He did not know where to focus his attention. From the apex of her thighs to her luscious breasts to her firm legs. He settled for scanning up and down her body as she danced. He wanted to feel every texture in the lace and crystals covering her breasts and the mound that he loved to explore.

Wanda saw Vision’s attention locked onto her, and she wanted to prolong it, so she twirled around. She displayed her ass and her cleavage for him. When she was tired of the distance between them, she climbed into his lap. His hands automatically went to her hips. She considered pushing them away, but she loved his touch too much.

So she leaned into his hands. She moved atop him, arching her back, twisting her hips to press against his rapidly hardening cock. Wanda reached for his face to draw him closer. Vision prepared himself for a kiss, but she only grazed her lips across his cheek to his ear. “You can touch me anywhere.”

Despite the number of times they’d done this already, Vision’s mouth widened almost comically. But Wanda wasn’t laughing when he grabbed her breasts. She was expecting it, but it still caught her off guard. She froze, and he stroked over every inch of intricate decorations on her bra.

It was Wanda’s turn to be open mouthed and panting by the time Vision reached around to her back and whispered in her ear if he could unclasp her bra. She nodded weakly as he pulled it down her arms. She tossed it off, heedless of where it would land, and he was already helping her sit up to remove her last piece of clothing.

They were both so turned on that once she sank onto him, the sex was a quick affair. But it had the intended effect. Neither of them was thinking a bit about anyone outside the room. She settled in for a long cuddle in the warm red arms of the man who brightened her life every day.

Chapter Text

Vision examined himself in the mirror. He was already having second thoughts about his outfit, but Wanda’s imagined reaction propelled him forward as always. He still had doubts that Wanda could want him as much as she seemed to, but he could not deny the genuine appreciation in her eyes every time they were naked together.

Memories of those times gave him the confidence to dress himself to prepare for the day. When he joined the others at the breakfast table, Wanda put his hand on his arm as she kissed his cheek. “Real clothes?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” Vision refused to give her any further hints. He still preferred phasing on his clothes. No need to waste the fabric when others could use it more. But he did save some outfits for special occasions.

Typically involving Wanda undressing him. But tonight he planned to undress for her. He endeavored to keep such thoughts to himself until they were done with their scheduled events for the day.

He could feel her curious poking just at the edges of his consciousness, but he only diverted her thoughts.

They were distracted with a number of public appearances and interviews. The day ended with a group dinner. By the time they were free to escape to his room, Wanda was practically vibrating with anticipation. She started to reach for him as soon as the door was closed, but he gently pushed her away. “Please sit on the bed, if you would.”

She grumbled but complied. “Because you were so kind as to strip for me last week, I thought it should be my turn.”

“Ooh! So that’s why you went for real clothes.” He nodded. Slowly peeling his sweater off, Vision attempted to move as sinuously as Wanda had. He did not think he achieved quite the same effect, but his girlfriend’s eyes were glued to his every motion regardless.

Vision next undid his belt. He paused. He was down to the final layer before his lingerie was revealed. He had not discussed this desire with Wanda before, having stumbled upon it after admiring her own lingerie many times. The silver fabric of the corset and matching underwear that adorned him was semi-transparent. It highlighted the contrast of his crimson skin and deeper gray vibranium patches.

Many parts of their relationship were unconventional. He did not believe she would be put off by his ensemble. But, still, it was hardly normative for a man to display himself in such a way. Perhaps it would be too odd for her tastes.

But he progressed when Wanda appeared to be on the brink of asking why he had stopped. Vision carefully popped out each button. He turned around when he was done, partly because he still feared Wanda’s reaction and partly to drape his shirt over a chair. When he turned around, she was staring at him even more closely.

“Is that what I think it is?” she squeaked.

“Yes.” Wanda approached him, tracing her fingertips over the silvery straps covering his shoulders.

“You’re beautiful, Vizh.”

“Thank you.” Wanda walked her fingers down to the sweetheart neckline, over his pectorals, to the boning along his waist. He reluctantly removed her hand and led her back to the bed. He kissed her hand as he took a moment to smile into her flushed face. “Now if you will kindly let me continue, I will show you the rest.”

“There’s more?” He nodded, pleased at her gasp. Vision peeled off his pants to reveal the matching panties. His cock was already straining against them when he pushed his pants even lower and stepped out of them. He was gratified at the way her eyes were drawn to the garters that were tight around his thighs. “Oh, fuck! Can I please touch you now?”

He could not deny such a request in that breathless tone, particularly when Wanda was already removing her own clothes as quickly as possible. He joined her on the bed. Her hands instantly traveled to the fabric of his corset. Vision groaned under her touch. She grinned and gave a quick squeeze to his cock before unhooking his garters. “Wanda!”

Vision could not let that go unanswered, so he tweaked one of her nipples. She giggled and pushed him onto his back. His arms encircled her, and he eagerly drew her hips down to his. They rocked together, their moans growing louder.

Wanda finally pulled him into a heady kiss. He was so lost in the sensations of her mouth and body against him that he barely felt her slip his cock out of his underwear until the warmth of her palm completely enveloped him. “Vizh. Can we leave this on while we fuck?”

“Gladly.” The fabric provided extra pressure on his balls and the base of his shaft that added pleasing stimulation. He bucked up into her hand to encourage her. Vision was rewarded when she replaced her fingers with her vagina. He relished every inch of her sliding down until their hips were flush.

He pulled her down even more so he could kiss at her neck and her shoulder, muffling his own groans. The movement of her hips stuttered as he kissed her lips once more. He loved to see her come undone so easily, so he sought out more of her pleasure. He squeezed Wanda’s breasts and stroked his thumbs along the softest skin underneath.

Wanda cried out into his ear, and Vision thrust up into her more forcefully. He used his hands on her hips to grind their bodies together. She recovered herself enough to sit up a bit. She anchored her hands on his chest, lifting herself up only to slam back down. It was his turn to lose all his functionality.

After a few moments, he regained just enough presence of mind to tease Wanda’s clit. He was so close, and he wanted her to achieve her orgasm first. One of her hands covered his, pressing his palm against his cock as he touched her. The other traced over his lips. He sucked her fingertip into his mouth. Her eyes widened even more, and the combination of sensations sent her over the edge.

Vision tumbled into the abyss immediately after her. Wanda collapsed completely on top of him when he spent his final thrusts inside her. They mouthed and nuzzled at each other’s sweaty skin, too out of their senses to give proper kisses. Eventually they started offering each other soft caresses. Much as he loved every detail of being intimate with Wanda, the post-coital affection remained his favorite part.

It took them both some minutes to move more than that. Once they were finally able to arrange their limbs so that Wanda could attend to her nightly routine. While she was in the bathroom, Vision removed his lingerie and set it aside with his other clothing to be washed later and saved for future uses.

He grinned helplessly. Another successful experiment. Another act to add to their sexual repertoire.

Wanda returned shortly and crawled back into his arms. “Thanks for that.”

“Thank you. I am glad that you seemed to enjoy my outfit as much as I did.”

“Oh, I did. Feel free to wear that whenever you want. Now that I know you like this, maybe I can buy you some more for your birthday.” The thought of her choosing lingerie just for him gave him a warm glow.

But teasing her was one of the chief joys of his existence. Vision put on an air of offense. “Wanda! Please do not spoil the surprise.”

She giggled into his side. “You’re right. How terrible of me! Forget I said anything.”

“Of course, dear.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead. She looked up at him. They shared smiles that melted into soft kisses. Until Wanda’s yawn interrupted them. They enveloped themselves in the covers and sank into a simple embrace that carried them into a deep rest.

Chapter Text

Wanda found a wrapped box on her bed. She tore open the paper and smiled when she saw what was inside.

Vision had requested a specific roleplay. It was not something Wanda would ever think of, but she was more than happy to play along. Vision was so excited, spending hours telling her the story and choosing what elements to include and ignore.

Besides, the story he had in mind was incredibly sweet. It called to the feelings that had been growing within her over the past months.

They arranged to meet in a disused part of the compound so as not to run into any teammates while wearing their costumes. She was so lost in her thoughts of the coming night that she almost ran into her brother. Pietro guessed something was up. “Why do you look so happy?”

“It’s nothing,” she choked out.

He put on a disgusted face. “Ew, it’s a sex thing, isn’t it?” Wanda kept her face as neutral as possible, but her twin saw through it. She had to admit that he still knew her too well. “As long as I don’t have to hear anything.” He had come so far.

“Don’t worry. You won’t.” He shook his head and grumbled about finding Sam and Bucky to distract himself. Wanda continued on her way to set up the other props. As usual, Vision showed complete commitment to the role. She set up the cardboard cutouts he had obtained and hung the tapestry from removable hooks.

Finally, she draped the dress, that Vision had told her was called a chiton, around her shoulders. While waiting for Vision, she put her hair in a simple half-up style and swiped on a little neutral makeup.

As the time approached, Wanda sat on the bed. Soon a knock sounded at the door. She rushed to open it. Vision was standing there with a bow and a quiver of arrows tipped with suction cups. He gave her a tentative smile and walked in. This was still all him, but his demeanor soon shifted.

He glared around at the cardboard suitors. Wanda could almost believe this wasn’t just a game. Anger was a surprisingly good look on him. And, she had to admit it was hot.

He swung the tip of the bow around the semi-circle. “You vultures have pursued my wife for the last time.” He let loose the first arrow, knocking down the first suitor. He went around efficiently downing each enemy. He had insisted on practicing in the deep of night, lest the others question his sudden interest in archery.

Dropping the bow with a bounce, he turned to her. His expression immediately morphed into one of smiling intensity. He gazed at her like she was a sweet, freshwater pool in the desert. She almost trembled under the weight of his stare.

“My dearest Penelope!” He held out his arms to her. “I have longed for you all these years.”

That was her cue. She sank into the role easily. “Odysseus! I never gave up hope you would return to me.” She eagerly embraced him. Despite the fact that in reality she had last seen him that morning, pretending like this highlighted how much she did adore him.

Soon she was lifted higher for a proper kiss. For a moment, their roles melted away, and they were only Wanda and Vision. But Vision was nothing if not a consummate professional. “Throughout my long journey, I have dreamt of returning to our marital bed. Let us go there at once.”

“Of course, husband.” Another word that almost stopped her in her tracks. If he hadn’t been enthusiastically pulling her to the bed, she might have run away to think about that some more. Instead, she let herself fall back into the role of the long-lost wife.

“Odysseus” deposited her carefully on the bed. He wasted no time starting to untie her dress. Her eager husband had her naked within minutes. She let herself relax into his ministrations. Eventually, he lowered himself on top of her, kissing her passionately. She ran her hands over his back until he started to work his way down her body.

Her hands fisted in the sheets as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder and her stomach and her hip bones. When he was hovering over her core, he looked up at her with a worshipful gaze. “My l-darling.” The slight panic in his eyes made her wonder what word he was going to say. It was easy enough to guess, but her mind resisted the knowledge.

So she pulled his head closer to her. “Sweetheart, it’s been so long. Please, no teasing.” He complied without hesitation. Each lick and kiss was bestowed like a gift. The movement of his mouth against her brought her higher and higher. He finally paid attention to her clit and she was gone.

When she came back to Earth, her husband was lying by her side and tracing his fingers along her cheek. She blinked at him. “Are you ready for more, Penelope?”

“Just another minute, my Odysseus.” She was still seeing stars, and her inner muscles were fluttering.

“As long as you need.” His hand traveled down her down her back, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing at his collarbones. The crimson and vibranium skin did pull her out of the game slightly, but she would not have him any other way.

He nuzzled her cheek as his hand ran up and down her leg. He pulled it up to rest against his hip. Looking at her questioningly, he applied the lightest pressure to her pelvis. She bit her lip at the contact and nodded. He reached down to stroke her, and she couldn’t stop the whine that was pulled from her throat.

She leaned back and opened her legs wider to allow him easier access. When he finally pressed all the way inside her, she groaned at the fullness. He stilled for a moment, but she was eager to have him. So, she pushed her hips up into his. His eyes widened, but he followed her lead.

He pulled back, only to bottom out in her once more. They chased each other’s movements. She wrapped her arms around him with all the strength she had. In response he reached between them to fondle her breasts and move lower to her clit. She couldn’t hold back after that. She barely felt him come around her own orgasm.

“Vizh,” she sighed after a few minutes, blinking back to the real world.

Vision beamed at her, a toothy grin full of triumph. “You broke character first.” He was a pro at the set-up, but once he got lost in the moment, he always forgot his role first.

“Oh.” Her past successes led her to add a reward to whoever lasted the longest.

“I believe that means I am allowed to select the sexual act of my choosing the next time we have intercourse.” He traced a hand down her side. She shivered at his touch.

“That’s only fair.” She cuddled into his side, pulling the covers over them. When he settled his arm across her middle, Wanda allowed herself to relax completely against him.

“Sweet dreams, Wanda.”

“Have a good rest.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, but Wanda’s heartrate increased just a bit. She tried and failed not to think about how she could do this forever. Her heart had already run far enough ahead of her. So she attempted to focus only on the creature comfort of being close to Vision.

She didn’t know that Vision was too focused on holding back his own similar thoughts from their link to worry about what she was hiding.

Chapter Text

“You like to watch others taking their pleasure, do you not?” Vision was sitting behind Wanda on her bed, enjoying the way she fit against him. They were both only in their underwear. It had been a long day of training. Only now were they able to relax.

“Uh-huh.” He continued to let his hands rove over her body. Her intense pleasure flowed across their link, and it only made Vision want to tease her further.

“And you like others to watch you?” Her head lolled back against him, but no response was forthcoming. Vision lightly pinched her side. “Wanda.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever properly watched yourself?”

“Noooo.”

“Then, today is the day.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. He phased away from her despite her complaints and her grasping at him. Arranging a chair in front of her full-length mirror, he set the stage for the night.

When he was satisfied, he pulled Wanda from the bed. She swayed against him, and Vision could not resist dancing with her around her room. She giggled breathlessly in his arms. He was enchanted by her as always.

He leaned down to kiss her, and they slowly came to a stop. When he pulled away, he whispered, “I believe it is time.”

Wanda grinned up at him. “How do you want me?” Vision studied her in faux thought. He began by phasing the clothes from her body. She gasped lightly and he could see the goosebumps spring up along her arm. He phased away his own underwear.

Leading her to the chair, he sat behind her once again, settling her in front of him. He was already growing hard as Wanda wriggled around to get comfortable. This only encouraged her to press back against him.

Vision groaned against her. He pushed her hair to the side to kiss her neck and shoulder once more. Tonight was about his girlfriend, so he attempted to focus solely on her. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts. As he massaged her flesh, her head fell back against his chest. He noted that her eyes were already closed. He could not have that.

He stilled. “Wanda.”

“Mmm.”

“Open your eyes, please. The entire point of this exercise is for you to watch yourself.”

“Okay.” The two syllables seemed to be pulled out of her. He saw her open eyes reflected in the mirror, and he rewarded her by tilting her head back to kiss her mouth. When her eyes fluttered open once more, she grinned cheekily at him. “I thought you wanted me to watch myself.”

He shook his head slightly. “So I do.” He guided her head back to face forward. Vision plucked at her nipples. He moved lower to press her breasts upward. Wanda’s eyes traveled lower. She was growing more and more flushed. “Your breasts are so beautiful, Wanda.”

“Thanks,” she breathed out.

“You are very welcome.” He prided himself on maintaining his composure, especially when he was focusing on her. Complete sentences, always. But there were more important things than grammar at the moment. Vision let his hands rove even lower.

He spread his legs and pulled her thighs with him. She whimpered slightly, tilting her hips up into his hands. But he ignored her request for just a moment. He continued to stroke the softest skin along her inner thighs. Wanda shivered, but she kept her eyes open. She was following each movement of his fingers so carefully.

“You are so good, Wanda.” She moaned. He finally traced her entrance. She was certainly wet enough. He could not help but smile proudly as he drew her legs wider. He lifted her up with one hand while the other continued to stroke her. “Do you see the source of your pleasure? Do you see what I can do to you?”

“Uh-huh.” Her eyes remained wide, but he could feel her attention drifting. So he pressed inside of her. Wanda’s gaze immediately honed in on his fingers sliding deeper. Vision’s eyes were drawn there as well. He was always fascinated by the way her body accommodated him. When his index finger was buried to the palm, he pressed his thumb against her clit.

She jumped and he wrapped his arm more firmly around her middle to keep her in place. He mouthed at the back of her neck, letting his tongue trace the sweat on her. Wanda’s taste was addictive. He grazed his teeth along her shoulders.

Her moan echoes deliciously against him. But he knew this was not quite enough. Vision withdrew his finger to his girlfriend’s beautiful whine. He only stayed away for a moment before adding a second finger. She gasped. He smiled and nuzzled at her back. He would never grow tired of her reactions.

He rocked his fingers in and out of her, speeding up as she moved with him. When he gave her a third finger, she whimpered loudly. “Feel good, darling?”

She nodded desperately. “Keep watching.” Her eyes remained on his fingers inside of her. “Well done. So beautiful.” He pressed as deep as he could. As he held her close, he withdrew just enough to thrust his fingers back in, reaching for her most sensitive zones. Wanda cried out, and Vision had a new reason to appreciate the soundproofing of all the rooms in the compound.

She shuddered in his arms. “So close. Will you watch your face as I bring you to completion?”

“Ye-es.” He pumped his fingers even deeper until she was clutching his arms. “Vizh! Please.” She was staring straight ahead just as he’d hoped. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, but she was able to smile at herself lazily.

He slid his fingers out one more time. Wanda chased his hand. “Alright, my dear.” Vision plunged back in while he pressed against her clit. She finally hurtled over the edge, staring at herself wide-eyed in the mirror.

When she finally rode out the aftershocks, scattered kisses over her back and shoulders, murmured sweet nothings in her ear. She closed her eyes, completely content. He was still painfully hard, but he did not wish to bother her.

He was about to suggest that they return to the bed when she started wriggling against him. He groaned, struggling not to move with her. That did not last long before Wanda reached around to caress his cheek. “Come on, Vizh. I can feel what you want. Go ahead.”

Vision did not need any more encouragement. He was beyond relieved to be able to finish. Rutting against her lower back, he moved with her until he reached his own climax. He sank back into the chair, and Wanda fell with him.

They remained together for some time until Vision was able to connect his mind to his limbs. He was grateful that the journey to the bed was only three steps. When he was certain that he could maintain her weight, he lifted her up and dropped her gently on the bed.

Wanda levitated a washcloth over to them. They wiped each other down slowly before she sent it back to the bathroom. Vision relished holding her in his arms. She twisted to face him, leaning against his chest.

Her sleepy smile drew him in to give her a soft kiss. When Wanda hummed and settled back against the pillows, he rested his cheek against the top of her head. Her breath soon evened out into the rhythm of deep sleep. He stroked her hair as he fell into his own restful state, reveling in the presence of one he adored.

Chapter Text

“Vision.” She kept her tone firm as she was kneeling between his thighs, just a breath away from his straining cock.

Tonight was a test. Vision had done so well, but even he had a breaking point. “Remember. You’re not allowed to come yet.”

“I won’t. Promise.” Wanda grinned up at him. She did love when he stopped using full sentences. To reward him, she took just the tip of his cock into her mouth. She sucked leisurely while he shivered.

She pulled off. His whine was piteous. She almost felt bad for him, but she would make it up to him. This was the longest they’d ever gone. She’d already kept him on edge for hours. Patting his leg, she crawled up his body to rest on his stomach.

His gaze was far away, so she touched his cheek. It took a few moments before he focused on her again. “You okay, Vizh?” He paused for a moment before. “Good. If that changes, let me know.” She tapped her temple. “Because we’re not done yet.” He nodded again.

Wanda lifted herself up to position herself over Vision’s mouth. The benefit of a night like this was that she was not limited in the number of orgasms she could have. She’d already come twice on her own fingers while Vision watched. But there was no competition for his mouth.

He licked up into her as she lowered herself. She didn’t bother to hold back her pleased moan. He continued lapping vigorously as his nose bumped against her. She rocked more insistently against him, made bolder by the enjoyment that was flowing from his mind.

Her legs began to shake from the intensity of sensation coursing through her body. It only took a few more moments for her to cry out and collapse next to him.

When she was able to open her eyes again, she saw Vision smiling blearily down at her. Wanda returned the gesture until she flopped back, facing away from the headboard. Then she was face to face with Vision’s cock. It had to be hurting in earnest by now, though he’d shown nothing but eagerness for her to continue teasing him. It was even redder than usual and positively throbbing.

He deserved a reward for his oral skills anyway.

She sat up. “Are you ready, Vizh?” She grinned down at him wickedly.

“Oh! If you are. Tonight, I am yours. I will make up for it tomorrow.” Wanda did so enjoy these tradeoffs.

She was already in position to simply lean forward and take him fully down her throat. He went rigid instantly. Wanda stroked his thigh as she continued to work him. He was so close. Much less encouragement was required to get him to thrust into her. He even pulled her hair without prompting. It was always one of her favorite things. She moaned around him as he came.

When she pulled off of him, she saw that he was completely boneless. She slid up behind him, spooning her lover, though her feet barely reached the bend of his knees. Vision’s arm wrapped around her unconsciously. She was pinned by his greater than average density, but she wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Chapter Text

It was a cool, crisp day when Vision realized he was in love with Wanda. He wasn’t even with her when the thought came to him. He was stationed on the Quinjet, monitoring a mission in case Sam, Steve, and Bucky needed backup.

This was perhaps not the most opportune time to contemplate his feelings, but the others seemed to have their adversaries well in hand. It was always difficult to prevent his thoughts from straying to Wanda in idle moments. They had been gone for several days now, and he was already missing her.

The realization hit him unexpectedly. It was only an expansion of the warmth he always felt when he was with her. Now that his mind named the emotion, he thought of all the proof of his feelings since the first night they visited the club together.

The quiet moments after they coupled. The warmth he felt when she smiled at him. The fierce desire to protect that burned through him when they were in the field together. The awe her control of her powers inspired in him.

Their relationship was never just sex to him, but he had never anticipated that their connection would grow to this when they started. He relinquished the controls for a moment to pace the ship. It was an odd sensation, but his body could not contain his emotions. He did keep one corner of his mind attuned to the monitors, though. He could not completely abandon his duties.

Thus, he began to formulate the best way to confess his love.

***

It was a frigid morning when Wanda finally admitted to herself that she was in love with Vision.

He’d been gone for three days, and she was already counting the minutes until he would return. She felt a bit pathetic, but she was reassured by Vision’s frequent short messages that at least she wasn’t alone.

She’d heard it said that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Wanda guessed that they were right. She knew that she cared deeply for Vision, that what had started out as sex was a real relationship that she hoped would last far into the future. But she felt his absence keenly.

Every morning her arm landed on the empty side of the bed, and she groaned. She wanted silly morning conversations and sweet kisses. She wanted Vision. No one else would do. She realized she could no longer hide from her own feelings. Best to face them down.

The only issue was how to tell Vision when she wasn’t quite sure how he would react.

By the time she felt the brush of his mind as the Quinjet landed, she had tied herself up in knots. But she still joined Nat and Rhodey on their way to the hangar. Her worries evaporated slightly when he floated down.

Wanda ran and jumped into his arms. He caught her easily, locking his arms around her to support her weight. She kissed him, heedless of the observers until Sam and Bucky started whistling at them and Rhodey told them to get a room.

They separated reluctantly.

There was a short meeting to debrief, and then they were free. She pulled Vision to her room to resume their earlier makeout session. Her determination to confess her love fled in the wake of her desire to experience him in the flesh first.

But when they were alone in her room, Wanda’s traitor brain interrupted as soon as they sat on the bed. “Want to go to the club tonight? It’s been a while.” She loved the club, but she was far more interested in Vision tonight.

She lied to herself that she didn’t see a flash of disappointment behind his eyes before he smiled reminiscently. “That is true.” His expression turned more mischievous, and her breath caught in her chest. “Shall we warm ourselves up before then?”

Wanda leaned into him. “Absolutely.”

***

Vision watched the bodies writhing in ecstasy before him. However, his mind was elsewhere. He’d accepted Wanda’s suggestion without protest because it was an activity they both enjoyed immensely. But he wished to focus solely on her.

Wanda did seem to be equally distracted. She was not displaying any of the signs of arousal she usually did. Her gaze was trained straight ahead, not tracking the movements of any particular revelers. Eventually, she leaned against his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her.

Vision ran his fingers along her arm but did not attempt to incite anything further. Everything he was in the mood to do that night, he preferred to do in a more private setting. Wanda sighed. He pressed a kiss to her cheek.

She tilted her head to smile up at him. Turning her head back to the displays on the floor, she sank even deeper into his embrace. He relished the contact, but soon it was not enough. She was still lacking her usual fervor, so Vision leaned down to whisper in her ear, “May I take you home tonight?”

Wanda made a show of looking around the room. “I don’t see anyone else interesting, so sure.” Another time he might play a jealous boyfriend, but tonight he simply took her hand and led her out of the club.

***

Wanda giggled as Vision laid her on his bed. She was prepared to keep the light, teasing mood going.

But when he knelt beside her, his look stole her breath away. She didn’t think anyone had ever shown her so much open adoration. His hand landed on her stomach where her shirt had ridden up. She was quite sure the same emotion was shining out of her eyes. “Wanda.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, refusing to do anything to break this moment.

“There is something I would like to tell you.”

“Okay.”

“I was not able to quantify or qualify my feelings for you until recently. I have enjoyed every moment we have spent together, and I am beyond grateful that you have chosen to share your body and your mind with me. But beyond that, I have not wanted to speculate. I suppose I feared my feelings would not be reciprocated or I could not name the correct emotion.”

Vision paused. He stared directly into her eyes, and she reached up to pat his cheek comfortingly. Reassured, he continued, “But while I was away, it became clear to me that there was only one appropriate word to describe this all-encompassing feeling. I love you.”

Wanda did not think she could compete with that speech, so she didn’t bother to try. Instead, she pulled him on top of her and kissed him deeply. When they finally separated, she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “I love you, too.”

He returned to her, but he moved to the foot of the bed far sooner than she wanted. Wanda pouted at him, but he merely started working on her shoelaces. Vision pulled each shoe off ever so carefully and stroked her feet up to her ankle.

His hands slid up her calves and thighs, and she shuddered. He paused when he reached the zipper on her skirt. Glancing up at her, he toyed with the metal tab. She nodded and he pulled it down equally slowly.

He returned to the bottom of the bed once more, and Wanda groaned. But her tone changed when Vision started placing kisses on the top of her feet, up her ankles, to the backs of her knees. She stared at him as his fingers followed his lips until they reached her underwear. He slid the scrap of cloth down her body, caressing her hips all the while.

Soon his breath was tickling her core. She tilted her hips toward his mouth, but he merely smiled up at her. Vision pressed kisses along her inner thighs, ignoring her pleas for more. He continued teasing her with fingers and mouth.

Vision’s lips finally circled her clit. Wanda writhed under him, but he left before she could feel more. She managed to give him a proper glare as he rested his chin in the dip of her belly button and smiled up at her. “How long are you going to torture me, Vizh?”

“Only long enough to show my appreciation. I promise that I will give you ample recompense.”

“Fine.” She sank back with a sigh. Vision always followed through. Sure enough, he returned his lips to her skin, roving higher toward her breasts. He just grazed his teeth along the sensitive underside, before taking a nipple fully in his mouth. She almost screamed.

When he turned his attention to her other breast, she rubbed her hand over his cool, smooth scalp. He continued kissing at every bit of her exposed skin, working his way up her neck and jaw.

Once his face was aligned with hers, he kissed her fully. Slowly, slowly, he inched his hand back down her body while she lost herself in the movement of their mouths. He pressed one then two fingers inside of her.

Wanda couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Vizh. Now.”

“Of course, my love.” Hearing that nickname on his tongue almost made her come right there, but she held on as Vision lined himself up and thrust into her. She braced herself against his shoulder blades, just savoring each snap of his hips.

They were both so far gone that it wasn’t long before they were panting side by side. Wada didn’t care that she was smiling like an idiot at her boyfriend, or lover, she guessed. It would take far longer to get over that idea than the mind-blowing sex. Then, Vision offered her the brightest, most beaming smile she’d ever seen on his face, and she knew she hadn’t made a mistake in admitting her feelings.

He touched his palm to her face, threading his fingers into her hair. “Wanda, love?” Her head still spun at the new endearment.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t believe I have fully repaid my teasing.”

She grinned with a new idea that lit up her mind. She pushed him gently onto his back. They both believed in turnabout. She moved to the foot of the bed as he gazed at her. “You’re right, but two can play at that game.”

Wanda pressed her lips to the sharp bone of his ankle. Vision jerked slightly. This was going to be so much fun.

Chapter Text

After several months of letting their love bloom, Wanda was happier than she’d ever been. She trusted Vision with her mind and her body and her heart in a way she never expected to be able to.

And she was overjoyed to see the growth in Vision’s own confidence. He was far more willing to go out in public in his own skin. There were still occasional incidents, but people were coming around.

She was happy for him. She really was. But that didn’t mean she had to like every single aspect of this growing acceptance.

The first time she saw someone’s fantasy of licking their way up Vision’s abs, she saw red. She hoped her eyes weren’t glowing too much. The last thing she needed was another tabloid article about her strange powers.

Wanda pulled him into the nearest alley and raised the strongest illusion spell she knew. His confusion was adorable. “Darling? What is wrong?”

“Nothing.” She sank to her knees before him. She smiled up at him. Sensing his panic, she reassured him that they were well protected from prying eyes. He relaxed back against the wall. This was not the first time they’d enjoyed each other in public after all. There were advantages to magic. “Just staking my claim.” She removed his pants with a flick of her wrist.

“There’s no need love. I’m all yours.” But his rapidly hardening cock belied his words.

“I know.” She did. But she was not about to stop now. She kissed the tip and lowered her lips just a bit. His hands automatically wound into her hair, and she moaned. He knew what she liked so well.

She grinned up at him. His eyes were closed, and he was completely supported by the brick wall. Vision’s hips jerked as she swallowed him down whole. One of his hands stayed in her hair while the other traveled down to grope her breast. She groaned around him even more loudly.

When she finally pulled off him to breathe, she giggled in surprise when he lifted her up and turned her so that she was the one leaning against the wall. “Vizh!” He gave her a wide smile, much wider than usual.

“Thank you for the attention, love, but you have made me too eager to have you.” He reached down to phase away her pants and underwear. She loved it when he did that. Teasing at her entrance, he discovered that she was already plenty wet. He smirked at her. “I see you are eager as well.”

“Uh-huh.”

He kissed her once more as he pressed inside her. She keened into his mouth. He picked up the pace, lifting her up easily and drawing her back down until she was flush with his hips. Wanda wrapped her legs tighter around him. She tilted her hips to adjust to the angle of his thrusts.

Bracing herself against his shoulders, she ground herself against Vision even more. He rocked into her harder, and she shuddered. His lips drifted down to her neck as he began to play with her clit.

He brought her closer and closer to the edge. Wanda could feel his own orgasm approaching through her link, so she pushed herself closer to whisper in his ear how good he felt and how she wanted them to come together. Always so attentive and attuned to each of their bodies’ signals, Vision measured his drives into her to ensure that objective.

Wanda fell into ecstasy just as he released inside her. She dropped her forehead against the crook of his neck. Vision kissed the top of her head. They remained together for a time. But now that the haze of jealousy and pleasure was clearing from her mind, it was getting a bit uncomfortable.

They straightened their clothes, and she released the spell. Walking hand in hand, they made their way through the city. Wanda didn’t bother to hide her smug expression. Let these strangers guess that Vision had satisfied her and her alone. She was proud of her lover.

He smiled down at her, and his contentment washed over her. He was also kind enough to send her an image of them in the shower.

They did need to clean up. She squeezed his hand and rose up into the air. Vision followed her. Some curious onlookers gazed after them. Wanda ignored them when they started to race across the sky.

Chapter Text

Vision had lived through enough to become familiar with many different emotions. He was proud of his growing emotional lexicon.

But not all emotions were pleasant.

For instance, a simmering turmoil was brewing within him as he watched the third man attempt to seduce Wanda at the bar. She impatiently dismissed each of them. He trusted her and loved her. He knew she did not want anyone else.

But that did not prevent the odd desire he had to mark her as his.

He never felt this way when they were at the club. Even knowing that others were watching her and wanted to be with her did not inspire this combination of anger and possessiveness and need. He could contemplate that further later, but Wanda was approaching him once more.

Her dress was exquisite, a rich burgundy with flowing tulle sleeves and a wide skirt. Vision drew her to the dance floor just as a new song was starting. It was a slow, stately piece that was designed for couples. They swayed easily, ignoring the steps to a proper waltz.

“Tony’s rich asshole friends are even more annoying than usual tonight.”

He did not particularly want to discuss them at the moment. “I see that.” He tried not to scowl too much, as she was not the one with whom he was angry.

Wanda paused before muffling her giggle into his shoulder. “I’m not interested, you know.”

“I know, darling, but it does not make their displays less galling when they occur directly in front of me. It is public knowledge that we are in a committed monogamous relationship.”

He attempted to lead her into new dance steps, but he could not ignore the way her eyes twinkled up at him. “I’ve never seen you jealous.”

“I suppose I am still growing and changing every day.”

“Of course, you are.” Her gaze turned much more tender. She brought their joined hands up to kiss the back of his. But the mischief returned almost immediately. “It’s a good look on you. I’m flattered.”

Vision did not reply, merely drawing her into a few new figures. But he soon caught sight of one of Wanda’s unwanted suitors. The man was watching them with a sour expression on his face. Vision was tempted to kiss her right on the dance floor, but he restrained himself. They continued moving only to be met with another hard stare.

Wanda pressed a kiss to the base of his throat. Vision tried to focus solely on her, but this new jealousy got the best of him. He needed a few minutes to breathe. So he quickly scanned the hotel’s blueprints. He found a storage room nearby. Pulling Wanda with him, he hurried to the oasis.

He closed the door behind them and turned on the lights. It was not the most comfortable space. Their were tables and stacks of plastic chairs scattered around, and not much else. But it was the calm Vision needed.

He took a deep, unnecessary breath to center his mind. He opened his eyes to find Wanda hopping up on one of the tables. Her skirt flowed out around her. He was hypnotized by the crook of her finger and tantalizing smirk. He stood between her legs, running his hands over the sumptuous material.

“Feel better?”

“Yes, much.” He was prepared to return to the main room, but she held him in place. She drew him into a kiss, and he leaned down willingly.

When she pulled away, he tried to chase her mouth, but she held him back. “I have an idea, sweetheart.”

“Oh?”

“What would you do if those idiots were watching us right now?”

“I-.” He was not sure he understood her meaning. He could feel the suggestion at the back of her mind, but she was waiting for him.

“If you could forget about propriety and right and wrong, just feel what you want right now.”

Vision cradled her face in his hands. He could think of only one thing he truly wanted right now, doubts be damned. He pressed his lips to Wanda’s, letting his tongue coax them apart to taste her properly.

He pulled away just enough to whisper to her. “I would show them that I am the only one you choose to go home with at night.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” She kissed him once more. “Why don’t you?”

He considered whether he dared give into his whims. They were far enough away from the crowd to avoid detection. And they had ten or twenty minutes before they would be missed. They both wanted it.

There was only one obstacle.

He pulled her to stand in front of him. “Turn around, please.” He admired the graceful slope of her back as she complied. Pressing his lips to the back of her neck, Vision started to pull down the zipper. He carefully laid it over another table.

Wanda was leaning forward, presenting her ass to him. How could he resist her offering? He reached down and squeezed. She moaned and leaned more of her weight on the table. He was already mostly hard for her, the thought of proving her desire a surprising aphrodisiac. He ground against her with abandon.

Vision took a moment to admire all the black lace before him. Then, he unhooked her garters and pulled the underwear down to reveal her fully. Phasing away the lower half of his clothes, he pressed himself completely over her back.

“Wanda.” She hummed. They did not have much time. So, he went immediately for her clit. He pressed and pulled and teased as he inserted two fingers. She was already wet. Vision wasted no time plunging into her. She bucked against him, and Vision pulled her back onto him.

He didn’t stop until her feet were off the floor and her weight fell forward onto the table. This was a new position for them, but he loved it. He wanted nothing more at this moment than to make her forget everything but his cock.

He could feel every motion through their link, and it spurred him on more. Vision rocked forward, so that he could feel her breasts rubbing against her bra and the table. Her moaning increased in volume and pitch. He kept pounding into her.

It took a few moments before he realized that Wanda was trying to verbalize something. He slowed enough so that she could catch her breath. He finally made out, “Bite me.” She tilted her neck, pushing back into him.

This night continued to be full of surprises. They were well known for being unable to avoid public displays of affection, but he rarely marked her in a visible spot, given the nature of her costume and their frequent public appearances.

But Vision was loath to deny her. He picked up the pace of his thrusts once more as supported the majority of her weight. He reached one hand down to play with her clit again. He waited until he could feel her clench around him to bite the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

After she collapsed completely in his arms, Vision pumped her a few more times. He released inside her, muffling his triumphant cry with another bite to her neck.

He stumbled into one of the piles of chairs, cradling Wanda in his lap. They remained silent for a few more minutes. They simply traded soft caresses and kisses to help each other come down from their highs.

Once they forced themselves to prepare to head back to the dance floor, Wanda removed her phone from the pocket of her dress (which she had been so proud to point out to Vision when she selected it). She admired his handiwork. The marks were already blooming on her skin. They were unmistakable.

With one last embrace, they left their sanctuary. Hand in hand, they approached a circle of Tony’s friends, including all three of the men who had attempted to seduce her. Their smiles fell immediately. A wave of pride crashed over Vision. Let them stare. Wanda had chosen him. They could never take that away.

Seeing their reactions, Tony whistled lowly as Vision and Wanda passed by. The couple ignored them all. They remained wrapped up in each other.

The rest of the night passed much more pleasantly.

Chapter Text

It was a shame that Vision could not take a night off from his mission, even though he was only across the city. Wanda had grown far too spoiled by his presence to do well at night without him. She missed him already. And she wanted him.

No way of pleasuring herself could compare. She did have a collection of nice toys that would do, but she was in the mood for something simple and old-fashioned.

So, she laid herself out on her bed, completely naked. Closing her eyes, she thought of a few of their recent encounters to get herself going. There was the time Vision came home early and greeted her with the best orgasm of her life. It was a mistake to think of that; it only made her believe he would phase through the wall any minute. She shook her head and searched for a different one. Vision’s head under her covers, lavishing her cunt with attention. Vision wide-eyed at the club, straining against his pants but wanting to wait until they returned to the compound. Vision smiling at her across the room of a crowded event.

Wanda sighed. Her fingers lazily trailed across her collarbone and down her chest. She paused in her trek to tease at her nipples. She moaned a bit. That was nice.

Stroking her hand down her stomach, she focused on the goosebumps rising in its wake. She shivered more. When she reached the join of her thighs, she lingered around the outside of her vagina. She alternated firm presses and light caresses.

It still was no substitute, but she was finding her rhythm.

Wanda stuffed two fingers in her mouth. Once they were wet enough, she returned her free hand to her breasts. The fingers at her center finally pushed inside. She groaned, always glad for the soundproofing. She didn’t know how to be quiet.

She rocked her hips up into her hand. Her feet were braced against the bed, and she curled her fingers inside. Another shudder raced down her spine. She pumped her fingers in and out. When her orgasm felt out of reach, she added a third finger.

Wanda stroked herself more vigorously and pressed his thumb against her clit. She was getting closer now. She squeezed and tugged at her nipple. Then, she bore down on her fingers. She whined and whimpered.

Almost there.

The final straw was picturing Vision’s hot gaze on her as she fingered herself. She imagined him poised to grab her but waiting until she was finished. She imagined his impossibly blue eyes following her every movement and change in her vitals.

When he reached for his cock in her mind’s eye, Wanda fell over the edge. It took her a surprisingly long time to come down, breathing far harder than she expected when she started. After a few long minutes, she managed to push herself to a sitting position.

She waddled over to her bathroom and set the water running for a hot bath. She added some of her favorite bath salts. Sinking into the water with another moan, she let herself relax completely.

This would tide her over until her lover returned in a few days. She smiled and planned what she would watch to help her fall asleep.

Chapter Text

One section of their club was devoted to a wall of cubbies that had doors on both sides and a thin wall in between. It was a popular feature with the patrons. Sometimes there were lines on either side. There were closed rooms where the pleasuring was only between the two participants and open rooms where any passersby could observe.

Wanda and Vision had never tried it, but there was a first time for everything.

They chose a quiet night to attempt it. Wanda waited until Vision was in place in one of the closed rooms. When she sank to her knees, she noticed his disguise was still in place. She planned to fix that by the end of the encounter.

But they could play a little game first.

“I’ve never sucked off a stranger before.” She spoke directly to his cock. It twitched a bit at her words.

“I am new to this experience as well.” He angled his hips so that his cock was even closer to her face. “Though I am eager to remedy that.”

“Soon.” She leaned in to give him a squeeze with her hand. He jerked. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten a blow job?”

“Ah. Two…years.” She grinned. His voice was much shakier than usual. She hadn’t given him the proper time to make up his story.

“That’s a shame.” She kissed the tip, and he groaned loudly. “Such a nice cock to be neglected.”

“How-how long has it been for you?”

“Well, I don’t have a cock, but it’s been months since anyone’s eaten me out.”

“I could attempt to return the favor.”

“I’ll try anything once.” With that, she swallowed him down whole. He bucked into her, and she relished his loss of control. She sucked hard at the base. She only wished she could grip his thighs and squeeze his ass to bring him closer.

Another downside of this position was that she could hardly hear Vision’s moans and praises. So, she focused solely on the weight and warmth of his cock in her mouth. She cradled it lovingly, swirling her tongue all around.

She continued until she felt his release. Pulling off him, she grinned at her handiwork. She heard his forehead thump against the wall. “Thank you, W-miss.”

“Mm, do you have a teacher student fantasy?”

“I-um…oh…well-.” Wanda giggled. He was always most flustered after an orgasm. Maybe they could explore that another time. He didn’t say anymore as he tucked himself back into his pants. He cleared his throat. “My offer still stands to pleasure you as well.”

She considered the idea. It might be even trickier to manage through he wall, but their abilities could help them. “I’ll take you up on that.” She slid her underwear and tights off, leaving her skirt in place. She levitated just enough so that her cunt was level with the hole. “Ready.”

In a moment, she felt the first touch of Vision’s tongue against her. She looked down, relishing the sight of his tongue licking as deep as it could go. She braced herself against the wall as he buried his face further in her. Phasing really was wonderful sometimes.

Their rooms were closed, but Wanda didn’t bother to suppress her scream when he sent a delicious orgasm rushing over her. She collapsed with a thud. While she was gaining more control every day, sex with Vision was still most likely to make her let go completely.

Vision pressed his face back to the hole, smiling at her disarray. “Are you ready to go home? Or would you like to return to our booth?”

She managed to sit up again. He hadn’t wiped off his face yet, and she had to kiss him. She tasted herself on his lips, and it gave her all sorts of ideas. “Home.” She kissed him once more until she rose to adjust her clothes.

They met up and walked hand in hand out of the club. She grinned when he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. Oh, she would definitely be continuing the night as soon as they reached her room. Maybe there would even be time for that teacher student fantasy.

Chapter Text

It actually ended up being a week later when Vision felt comfortable enough to admit that he truly did want to attempt a teacher student roleplay. Roleplays of all kinds were some of their favorite enhancements to a night of lovemaking.

But they had never employed this particular fantasy. Vision was not even certain where he first considered the idea. However, since she had asked the question, the prospect grew more appealing.

So, they scouted out an empty room in an unused part of the compound. They arranged some chairs and desks and doubled all soundproofing to ensure that no one would find them.

They spent the next days laying out the story, typically in the afterglow of a round of lovemaking. Vision would be the teacher (professor); Wanda would be in college. He would be disappointed in her latest paper, offering a meeting to discuss how she could improve her grade. However, she would be defiant. They would eventually agree to disagree before Wanda proposed an alternate solution.

As the scene began, Wanda sat in a chair in front of Vision’s desk. This part was meant to occur in a lecture hall, but they had decided they could use their imagination. She smoothed down her skirt, opening her legs just a bit. She decided her character would not be above flashing the professor.

Vision made a show of emphatically turning the doorknob and shutting it behind him. He walked to a podium next to the desk. Wanda caught him glancing down at her before regaining his composure. She gave him a wink.

Ever the devoted roleplayer, he had come with a briefcase and pulled out a pile of papers. “Good morning, class. My assistant and I have finished grading your papers. If you did well, congratulations. If there is room for improvement, come see me at your convenience. More than half the semester remains.”

Wanda had to chuckle. He even went through the motions of passing out papers to the empty space all around her. Then, he placed a paper on the table in front of her. She looked away from him with an air of nonchalance. She wasn’t supposed to hang on his every word.

He returned to the podium to begin the lecture. She had no doubt that he would give an entire hour-long lesson on the fall of the British Empire, but he limited himself to five minutes. He said goodbye to the class and reminded them of his office hours. She “let the class empty” before she turned over her paper, frowning at the 45 written in neat script at the top.

Vision approached her, forcing himself to maintain the guise of a concerned educator. “Miss Maximoff. I would appreciate if you would come to my office hours as soon as possible. I believe you have much more potential than what was displayed in this assignment.”

She shrugged. When she flipped her hair over her shoulder, she watched his eyes follow the movement. “I’m working every day. I don’t get out until 9.”

“I have no other engagements. I will await your availability.”

“Fine, I’ll be there tonight.” She flounced over to the edge of the room.

They took a break to reset the scene. Vision found himself unaccountably nervous. Wanda always knew. “Good to keep going?” She leaned against him, batting her eyelashes.

“Yes.” He pecked her on the lips. “Just a few more moments.” He moved the podium out of the way and set up the plants he had chosen for “office” decorations and his laptop.

When he looked up, he noted that Wanda had changed her outfit. The scandalously short skirt fit the attitude that she had chosen to portray. Vision did his best in his professor persona to avoid staring at her legs. “Ready?”

“Yes, I am. Are you?”

She grinned. “I was born ready.” She moved to the side of room and knocked on the inside of the door.

“Come in.”

She sat in the chair across from his desk, not even bothering to cross her legs. She folded her arms over her chest. “So, why did I get such a low grade?”

“Did you have the opportunity to peruse my comments?”

“No, I went to work right after class.”

Vision steepled his fingers in front of his chin. “I can summarize. Your points about the evils of British colonialism were well taken, but you presented them as a pile of outraged accusations with few concrete examples. I appreciated your passion, but your arguments needed much more substance.”

He realized the error of his word choice too late. Her grin turned absolutely ferocious. “You like passion, huh?”

“Well, it does have its place in academia, regardless of what some might say.”

“I can show you real passion.” She leaned forward, putting her cleavage on display. Vision attempted to remain aloof, but he feared his blush was far too evident to his smirking student.

Vision braced himself, willing himself into a perfectly straight posture to avoid Wanda’s innuendo. “As I said, passion is not the issue. More stringent analysis is.”

She frowned as she covered her chest with her arms and drew her legs together. “Look, I don’t care about my grade, honestly. I just need to pass. Can you help me out?”

He cleared his throat to help himself return to the issue at hand. “I have outlined all the extra credit options in the syllabus. You may complete any one of those assignments to achieve your objective.”

Wanda growled. It surprised him, even though they had discussed this. “Do you know how many hours I work on top of my full-time schedule?”

Vision shook his head meekly. “Fifty hours. Every week. I don’t have time for your busy work.”

He bristled. “None of them is busy work. They are valuable learning experiences.”

“Whatever.” She stomped to the edge of the room. “Scene.”

Vision blinked at her. “That was not the planned outcome.”

“I know, but I had a new idea. I want to ramp up the tension.” She sauntered over to sit in his lap. He eagerly gathered her in. “Do you mind waiting until tomorrow to finish?”

“Not at all.” He raised his hands to her face. “But do you intend to keep me waiting even when we are out of character?”

She lowered one of his hands to her unclothed pussy. “Hell, no. This has me so wet.” She started grinding against him to prove her eagerness. He responded with two fingers inside her as he lifted her onto the desk.

“More.” He obliged her, quickly stripping and guiding her onto his cock.

It may not have been the plan, but it was a very happy ending.

***

They resumed the scene the next day. Wanda patted herself on the back for this change. She chose a different outfit, still complete with a short black skirt. Vision was his most professor-ish outfit, with full tweed jacket complete with elbow patches. It was a struggle not to have her way with him right then and there.

But as last night proved, a little anticipation always made things even better.

So, she got in character, glaring at Vision properly while he sat calmly at his desk. She slammed a paper with a 90 on it in front of him. “I thought you said you wouldn’t help me.” It was her second paper of the semester, and she was more than surprised to receive this grade. Sure, she’d worked much harder on this one, just to test her professor’s smooth indifference, but it was her highest grade so far.

“I did not. My assistant graded your paper. Though I always review every one, and I agree with her assessment.”

“Why? Didn’t want to suffer through my writing again?”

“No, that is not the reason.” Vision let more of his discomfort show through. It was not difficult to pretend, given his position of power in this role. But he was always honest. “I have found myself drawn to you more than is appropriate. I wished to avoid any ethical landmines by handing off your paper to my assistant.”

Wanda’s mouth fell open at his admission. She slinked around his desk. “Really?”

“Yes. I do apologize for my lack of self-control. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

Wanda grinned, liking the way this was heading. If she was honest with herself, she’d been drawn to him, too. “Do I look uncomfortable?”

Vision risked a glance at her face. She looked positively triumphant. “Nooo…”

She tapped her chin. “You know, the last time I came to your office, I was fully prepared to give you a blow job or do any number of things to you to raise my grade.”

Vision stared at her, aghast. He was failing at maintaining the proper professorial distance with her, but that was several steps too far. “I could never accept that.”

“I guess I’m not surprised.” But she did not back away. She only moved to his desk. “But that’s not needed now.”

“I am glad that you do not feel the need.”

“But maybe I’d like to see what’s under all this tweed.”

He gaped at her. “Y-you would?”

“Sure.” She spread her legs, displaying her lack of underwear. “I’ve always wanted to seduce a professor.”

“I cannot say that I have ever contemplated having sex with a student.”

“But you’re contemplating it now?”

“Yes.” Vision could barely force the word out through an artificially dry throat.

Wanda pressed her foot into his lab, teasing his growing erection. “Well, I’m here for the taking.” She leaned back farther and arched her back to display her curves.

“Just so long as you know there is no obligation to continue past your comfort level. And this will not affect your grade.” Wanda held back a smile. Even during a roleplay Vision was always committed to giving her an out.

But she was tired of caveats. She climbed fully into his lap. She brushed her way along his cheek to speak directly into his ear. “The only discomfort I feel is from how much I need you to fuck me right now. And I already have the grade I need.”

That was enough to urge Professor Shade into action. He teased at her entrance for only a moment before plunging in. She muffled a gasp into his shoulder. He encouraged her to grind down on his fingers. She kept moving until an orgasm crashed over her.

She didn’t have time to recover before Vision was lifting her up facing her toward the desk. He held her in place with hands on her hips. She was glad all his nerves had disappeared. “Now, Miss Maximoff. There is something I must know.”

“Uh-huh.” She shuddered as his teeth just barely grazed her neck.

“Have you deliberately been dressing more provocatively ever since?”

“Yeah.” He pulled her back to grind against her ass. “I was annoyed. I had to get my own back.”

“And now you are here again.”

He nipped at her earlobe and slid his hands up to fondle her breasts. She gasped. She so loved when he took a turn at being in control. “Like I said. Yours for the taking.”

“I can deny this attraction no longer. Stay still.” He released her. She collapsed slightly against the desk, unable to keep herself upright. The slow unbuckling of his belt was very loud amid the sudden quiet. Then, he dragged his zipper down slowly. Wanda was certain he was being maddening on purpose. She pushed back into him, but he did not react.

“You have been teasing me for weeks, Miss Maximoff. You can be patient a bit longer.” She didn’t even bother to suppress her whine at the comment.

He returned his hands to her hips, squeezing lightly before moving to the zipper on the side of her skirt. Wanda’s legs were rapidly turning to liquid. Thankfully, he kept his hands on her and helped her step out of it.

His hands remained on her ankles. She could feel his hot breath kissing the back of her knees. She was sure she was dripping by now as his mouth moved even higher. “Are you quite desperate, Miss Maximoff?”

“Yes,” she whispered brokenly.

“I will have mercy on you.” He buried his face in her cunt, and Wanda moaned. It didn’t take long for her to come for the second time.

Vision let her recover a bit, standing behind her. He pressed more soft kisses to her back and neck, breaking character somewhat from his earlier dominance. She was finally able to speak, and she couldn’t resist the teasing words that flew to her tongue. “You were upset about my teasing you, but you got me off twice without taking yours.”

He chuckled against her skin. “Fortunately, I have super-human patience. I believe the anticipation always heightens the results.” But Wanda could feel that his cock at least was tired of being patient. It strained against her, hot and insistent.

She had to test him a bit more. She swayed back against him, twirling her hips as much as she could. That was enough to break the last of Vision’s control. He finally pulled her hips into his. His cock teased at her entrance. She reached around to grasp his ass, and he growled. “Are you pleased to get your way?”

“Absolutely.”

“Very well, Miss Maximoff.” Wanda would never get tired of that term. The thought was pushed out of her as he thrust into her. “I will show you what else I know.” He rocked into her insistently. One of his hands reached up to tease at her nipple while the other stayed on her hip, pulling her into him.

She moved with him. Vision squeezed her breast while she tilted her head up to kiss him. He indulged her until all he could focus on was fucking her. She bent over more with every thrust. Fortunately, one of his arms easily supported her full body weight.

As she climbed closer and closer to her third orgasm of the night, she focused on each deliberate drag of Vision’s cock along her inner walls. Sensing her rising pleasure, he shifted so that he could pay proper attention to her clit. He stroked and plucked until every ounce of bliss was wrung out of her.

Wanda had just enough presence of mind to keep squeezing his cock through his last few thrusts. Soon after he groaned deeply into her shoulder before collapsing into his chair. She fell with him. They remained still for some moments.

When Vision finally shifted to bring her face close to his, she expected him to whisper words of love or draw her into a soft kiss. Instead, he murmured, “Now the scene is truly done.”

Wanda swatted him gently on the shoulder. “That’s not very romantic pillow talk.”

“Apologies.” He made a show of looking all around the room. “But I do not see a pillow anywhere; therefore, pillow talk would be inappropriate.” She laughed far harder than the comment might have warranted, but she adored when he was in a silly mood.

He beamed at her, and did offer her just the kind of kiss she wanted. “Perhaps if we relocate to your room, your pillows will inspire better talk.”

Wanda forced herself upright. “I do need to lie down. I’m worn out.” Her bashful Vision returned.

“Then, we must hurry.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her through the unused areas of the compound.

His pillow talk did improve greatly once they were in her bed.

Chapter Text

Vision sighed as he rested his feet on his footstool. It had been a long day of training and strategy sessions. He was ready to relax with a good book. He was phased into pajamas and his feet were bare.

This was the best footstool. It was warm and soft underneath his feet. He read for a time when his footrest started to shake slightly. Vision reached out with his mind so as not to break the façade. “Color?”

“Green.”

“Do you need a break, love?”

“Just a minute.”

Vision ignored the way his footstool completely shifted its position. He chose a new book.

He only returned when he received, “I’m good.” His footstool was back in its perfect place, and he returned his feet to the top of it. Still so soft and warm. Vision could not resist trailing his foot back and forth across the surface.

He must admit that it was an odd footstool. It was perfect for him, but it had hills and valleys, with hair at one end and lopsided legs. Then there was the fact that it started whimpering. “Color?”

“Green.”

Vision abandoned his book to study his footrest in more detail. The center was dipping so he pulled it up, but it sagged as soon as he let it go. He raised it again, running his hands firmly along the sides.

The footrest continued to shake slightly and make small noises. He abandoned his attempt to hold up the center and went around to examine the front. Something very unusual was going on with his footstool. He ran his fingers gently over the familiar bumps at the front. A rush of air met his fingers when he reached a seam. Probing inside the small opening, he appreciated how the warmth enveloped his digits. It gave him a new idea.

He reached down to one of the mounds hanging below his footrest. The opening at the front spread wider in response. Vision phased away his pajama pants and prepared himself to explore. His cock was just brushing the seam. Another small creak reached his auditory sensors. “Color?”

“Just fuck me please.”

“That is not an answer to my question.”

“I will get you for that, but green.”

He whispered, “I would not have it any other way,” inside her mind as he thrust inside. Despite the slight quaking, his ever-reliable footstool remained firmly planted on four legs. The opening sucked him down greedily.

Reaching down to the mounds again, he tested the reaction. When he squeezed, the opening tightened further around him. When he flicked and twisted, additional vibrations met his cock.

It did not take long for Vision to find his release after that. He pulled out to recover and found a wet rag to clean off his footstool. It was dangerously close to sagging to the floor completely. But it made a valiant effort to rise again when he retreated to examine the back of it.

Vision tutted. Even more odd. There was another opening, pink and inviting. He ran his fingers along it only to find them coated with a sticky substance. He tasted it experimentally. Delicious. He could not imagine why his footstool was producing such liquids, but he could not resist. He pulled up the footstool, which was at risk of falling again. He ground his renewed erection against the seam. More noises were falling freely from it. He wasted no more time before burying his cock in it.

The seam was like a vice around him. He let his own moans mix with the grunts coming from the front. He pressed in, waiting to hear a special sound. When he heard it, the vise tightened inexorably before releasing him. He added a few more thrusts and was lost once more.

He collapsed on the floor as did his wonderful footrest. After a few minutes, he crawled closer. He started pressing kisses to Wanda’s face.

Eventually, Vision scooped Wanda up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He laid her gently on the mat as he started the water. She remained completely still, her eyes wide and unseeing. He might be a bit concerned if he hadn’t seen her reach this level of subspace before. She just needed more time to come out of it.

Once the water was hot and her favorite bubble bath was added, he lifted her up again and placed her in front of him. She lolled back against his chest immediately. Vision pressed delicate kisses to the side of neck and shoulder. She moaned slightly.

He rubbed her back. “Tonight was wonderful, Wanda. What do you think?” She only hummed in response. Vision could wait, but he would feel more comfortable if she was speaking full sentences again before the night was done. “Would you participate in this again?”

No response was forthcoming, so he swept his hands up and down her back. Her eyes were closed, but her vitals were still slightly elevated.

When the water started to go cold, Vision urged her to stand. She blinked up at him. “Are you ready to be done?” She nodded. He helped her up. They rinsed off briefly in the shower. When he gathered the warm towels he had prepared earlier, he rubbed the fabric softly all over her body. She merely smiled at him.

Vision guided her to the bed. She climbed in easily and immediately snuggled up to him. Some time passed, and he believed Wanda was asleep when she said, “Hey, Vizh?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I definitely want to do this again.”

***

Wanda sat down on her most excellent chair. It was firm and sturdy, supporting her weight perfectly. She wriggled around to achieve the perfect position. Odd. A bump was forming where her backside met the seat.

She rubbed herself against it and it grew bigger. She had a new idea. She rose from her seat and turned to face the chair. It was unique, one-of-a-kind. It had two legs instead of four legs. Wanda ran her hand along the seat, from the point where the legs formed back to the rounded base where the second set of legs should be.

She squeezed lightly, out of curiosity. She noted that the bump was moving as well as growing. Her seat tensed under her hand. She looked at the back of it, perfectly straight, unmoving as a chair should be. She straddled the seat, wrapping her arms around the sturdy frame.

The top of the frame was a perfect head rest, so she placed her cheek against it. The bump still pressed against her, but she didn’t mind. “Color?”

“Green.” She could hear his tone in her head, dazed but very pleased.

Wanda ground against the bump in earnest. The pressure felt so good. But soon it wasn’t enough. She could simply will her clothing away, but she decided to climb off the chair. She stripped slowly, writhing sinuously despite the fact that she had no audience.

When she was completely naked, she started to finger herself vigorously. She was so ready. Wanda faced the back of the chair again. She lined herself up with the intriguing knob that was jutting out from her chair.

“Get rid of your clothes, please.”

Now she found that the bump was warm, too. She sank onto it. It stretched her perfectly. She rocked herself onto it, urging it ever deeper into her body. Her nipples rubbed along the hard planes of the chair back. It ignited every nerve ending while she was being filled so deliciously.

Her chair remained almost perfectly still, but the base of the knob shifted suspiciously up into her. She didn’t bother to hide her groan. She would allow it. She had no more room for such thoughts as her grinding reached a spot inside that made her pleasure crest. Moaning out her enjoyment, she collapsed against her chair.

The bump was still hard within her. She was a bit too sensitive at the moment, so she pulled off it. Giving herself a few minutes to breathe, she studied her chair again. She gave a light squeeze to the bump that now seemed to be leaking.

Wanda let her gaze wander upward. There was an oval that jutted out from the top of the chair that she had not appreciated properly until this point. She grinned at it. She was ready for another experiment.

Levitating herself up to the oval, she rested her legs over the top of the frame. There was a rather pointy bump protruding (Vision would be proud of her for that word) from the oval. At this new angle, it pressed against her clit.

Then, a surprising warmth enveloped her cunt. She bore down into it in response. She felt the swirling, sucking sensation pull her under. She had just enough presence of mind to send a jolt of magic to the base of her chair before she fell apart completely. Her chair gave a mighty shake and fell to the floor.

“Oof.” She had landed on Vision, unharmed, but she was breathless. She moved away, so that she wasn’t suffocating her boyfriend, not that he needed to breathe. She reached out to see how he was. His systems were still in obvious disarray, but no more so than other times in the afterglow.

When he remained still for some time, Wanda used her powers to help get Vision in the bed. “Hey, Vizh?” No response. His irises swirled lazily. She rubbed her hand over his scalp, guiding his head to her lap. She was too tired to get them into the bathroom, so she levitated a washcloth to her. She wiped each of them down gently and floated it back to wash later.

She continued to offer light touches all over his body, attempting to ground him once more. Eventually, his eyes refocused. “Good?”

Vision smiled up at her as he reached for her hand. “Excellent.” She squeezed his fingers. He brought his hands to her lips, and she melted a little more for him.

“Me, too, but I’m going to sleep now.”

They adjusted themselves so that their limbs were intertwined and Wanda was resting comfortably against Vision’s chest.

No matter how much fun they had in so many ways, this was always the best part. Wanda could let herself relax completely in her lover’s arms and be renewed before facing the world again.

Chapter Text

Vision believed that he and Wanda knew each other’s bodies as well as possible. They had experienced every permutation of intimacy, in most cases many times over. They loved each other, and could never resist expressing that love physically.

But Vision read a scene in one of his novels that made him realize there was something he was uncertain of.

He supposed he was staring at Wanda a bit too much in curiosity. “What?”

“I was simply wondering something.”

Her eyes lit up. “Something sexy?”

“Not necessarily.” Her pout, though obviously staged for effect, encouraged him to add, “But perhaps.”

“Go on.” She gave him her full attention, and he slid closer on her bed.

“Are you ticklish?”

To his surprise, she did not laugh at such a question or offer a suggestive comment. Instead, she frowned in genuine thought. He was about to think better of his question when she said, “You know, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve been tickled since I was a kid.” Before the bomb went unspoken.

The mood went somber for a moment. Vision held her, not saying anything more. It was always this way when she thought of her lost parents. At least her brother was still across the compound, safe and sound. Soon, she smiled up at him, recovered for now. She kissed his cheek and hummed against his skin.

He pulled back slightly. He watched her expression slowly morph into one of expectation. “Would you care to know the answer?”

She considered him for a moment before nodding. She slowly peeled her shirt off, revealing the expanse of her lovely torso. Vision was tempted to save the experiment for another day and move directly to erotic touches.

But his curiosity remained. So, he reached for her. Wanda smiled at him as he placed his hands on her sides. He began to flex his fingers in the prescribed motions and she let out a shriek of laughter. He grinned at her responsiveness. He repeated his movements all over her stomach until she was gasping for breath and collapsed against the pillows.

She held up her hands as he leaned in for more. “Wait.” He nodded, bracing himself with his hands on either side of her. He ended up nestled between her thighs. His favorite position.

Wanda was still overcome with giggles, but they were fading. Tears were streaming down her face from her laughter, so Vision tenderly wiped them away. “Okay, I’m ticklish.”

“Hmm. Are your inner thighs ticklish as well?”

Wanda smirked at him. “Why don’t you find out?” He pulled her pants down slowly, wanting the gradual revelation of skin, instead of simply phasing them away. Her breathlessness took on a difficult quality. He tickled at the soft skin, and she giggled. But Vision was far more interested in what lay a few inches away.

“What would you like?” Vision whispered.

“Your fingers.”

He did not need to be told twice. He drew her underwear down her legs. Then, he began stroking her experimentally. She moaned, just as responsive to those intimate touches. He could feel her body preparing itself for him. When he was certain of her arousal, he slid a finger into her as she had asked.

He pressed ever deeper in time with her moans and gasps. When she felt sufficiently prepared, he added one more, and then another. Her inner muscles gripped his hand more tightly. His free hand reached up to play with her breast, and hers clasped it firmly to her.

Vision lifted his head enough to smile at her. Wanda returned the expression with alacrity. He did not slow the movement of his fingers within her until her smile transformed into a slack-jawed look of pure lust. He felt it when she went over the edge.

He was still basking in the vicarious afterglow when Wanda snaked her hand down between them. She grasped him tightly. It did not take long for him to find his own release.

They remained still for a few moments before rearranging their bodies until they were cuddled together against the pillows. Vision could not resist a deep sigh. It was rare that his mind truly rested, but in these moments he let his thoughts drift completely. He focused solely on the woman in his arms as they fell into a deep sleep.

***

Wanda never expected Vision to be ticklish. The previous night had been very successful for her, but a quick test showed that Vision was not so receptive.

Then, she remembered that there was a time when she did not think Vision would be interested in sex at all. And here they were.

So, Wanda plopped down into his lap that night. His arms instantly went around her. She leaned into him briefly, simply enjoying his presence. When she pulled back to look at him properly, he smiled at her easily.

“Are you ticklish?”

“I do not believe so, but I suppose I could increase the sensitivity in my epidermal sensors.”

“Do you wanna try?”

“Absolutely.” Vision phased off his shirt in a way she envied sometimes. His gaze focused inward for a moment. When he was back with her, there was just a hint of nervousness in his expression, but even more eagerness. “You may proceed.”

She followed the same path that he had the previous night. She started flexing her fingers against his sides, and laugh boomed out of him. His eyes widened at the sound. It only led Wanda to try more. She was merciless in her attack, drawing out laughs and higher pitched giggles. When he started squirming away involuntarily, she straddled him to be even closer.

Until he rocked back enough to upset the chair.

The crash stopped them cold. Wanda quickly ran her hands over Vision’s scalp. She knew nothing like an ordinary fall could possibly hurt him, but she had to be sure. His breathless chuckles comforted her. She rarely got to see him like this.

Vision reached for her hands, and she paused, appreciating her position on top of him. “It appears the answer is in the affirmative.”

“You don’t say,” she muttered. He grinned up at her. She had to reward his carefree joy. So, she leaned down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her. Wanda kissed his mouth and his jaw and down his neck.

Vision was usually the one to remove their clothing unless they were stripping, but this time Wanda used her magic to do it. He let out a gasp that faded into more chuckles. She would definitely have to start tickling him more often.

But right now she simply wanted to be closer. She slid down until she was hovering over Vision’s cock. She teased them both by rubbing herself ever so slightly against them, getting them both ready.

When she finally sank down onto him, she focused on his adoring gaze. She would never tire of the way he looked at her. So Wanda sought to bring them both all the pleasure she could. Vision anchored his hands on her hips as she started to rock slowly against him. He reached up to give her a sweet kiss.

She breathed into the kiss, swallowing his moan with her lips and tongue. She lifted herself up only to slide back down. Grinding their hips together, she made sure each stroke brushed her clit. Vision thrust up to help their rhythm.

They were so close now. She wanted the pleasure, but she never wanted the night to end. Edging was one thing, but she wasn’t about to deny herself an entire night. So, gave herself over to the movement of their hips.

She collapsed completely on top of Vision as soon as she reached that peak. She barely felt him go rigid himself until his pleasure crashed across their link. He almost thought he phased a bit through the bed before falling to the mattress again.

Wanda groaned a bit as she pulled away from him. She let him clean her up a bit before their limbs became entangled once again. The soothing motions of Vision’s hand in her hair sent her to another world of contentment.

Chapter Text

Wanda sat back as Vision finished painting her toenails. “You’ve done such a good job, Vizh.” He beamed up at her, and she smiled back indulgently.

She watched him put the supplies away in their designated drawer. It was always a pleasure to study his stride. Especially when he was naked and when she’d been whispering filthy things into his mind. He was so hard for her.

When he returned to her, she had to congratulate his composure. “You have great control, Vizh.” His cock twitched as he knelt before her.

“Th-thank you, Wanda.”

“Can you do something else for me?”

“Anything,” he answered quickly. Wanda grinned.

She spread her legs to reveal that she was completely naked under her skirt. “You are so good to me, so perfect.” Vision closed his eyes. “Show me.”

He inched forward. His hands were on her thighs, tilting her up to his face. It was her turn to close her eyes as she waited for the first touch of his tongue. It did not disappoint.

Wanda let out a moan as Vision circled her clit before dipping inside her. He licked and sucked with precision as she climbed higher. She gave him broken phrases in return. “So good…more…pl-oooh!” She could feel him smiling against her and it only renewed her pleasure.

She struggled to get even closer, hooking her legs over his shoulders. He paused just long enough to gaze up at her. So much love and devotion. When he returned to his task, he focused solely on her clit. Wanda bucked against him.

Vision kept his face buried in her until the last waves of her orgasm rushed over her. He gently lowered her legs and smiled blissfully at her. She touched his shiny chin. “You’re so beautiful like this.” Her voice came out hoarsely. She was not surprised. “I’ll never find any one as good as you, not that I’ll ever look.”

“Thank you, Wanda.” They stared at each other for a few moments, but Wanda could not deny the evidence of his own arousal under her nose. He seemed so close just from giving her pleasure and her words of praise.

She stood on shaky legs, and Vision rose fluidly to help her. “Bed.” He nodded. When they were both settled, Wanda gazed at him with appreciation. He shifted his eyes away from her. He was getting that look in his eye that he did when he was trying to get rid of an erection, so focused on not making her feel obligated to reciprocate. She couldn’t have that.

“I’m so lucky.” He looked up at her hopefully. She pulled herself up to kneel by his hips. “I have a kind, intelligent, cute, witty lover. Who’s great with his mouth.” He beamed as she started to stroke him. “Who has the most gorgeous fucking cock in the world.”

“Oh, Wanda.” He was blissed out already, and she’d barely touched him.

She squeezed lightly, and his hips jerked automatically. She wasted no more time before lowering her mouth to him. Vision wound his fingers in her hair just the way she liked. She took his truly magnificent cock deep down her throat, projecting every bit of pleasure she got from the act into his mind. He was gone within moments.

Wanda summoned a wet rag to clean them both up and slid up to cuddle into Vision’s side. He blinked at her. She did so love when he was completely robbed of words. He simply stroked her skin as she pressed kisses across her chest.

This was the only place she wanted to be. She swore they would not leave the bed for the rest of the day.

Chapter Text

“Please.”

Vision smirked down at her, and she was helpless before his expression. “My dear, is that the best you can do after almost two hours?”

“Nooooooooooo…”

He took a small amount of mercy on her, touching her for the first time since he’d tied her to her headboard. He placed his hand on her shin and stroked her calf with his thumb. She whimpered at that alone.

Vision had had her naked for two hours, giving her a taste of her own medicine, feeding her delicious images of every position under the sun. All while he sat in a chair reading of all things and occasionally glanced at her writhing against the restraints. Still fully clothed.

Any touch was a lifeline amid the sea of desperation she was floating on. His smile was calm and amiable as she pouted at him. “Vizhhhhh!”

“Color, Wanda?”

“Green,” she whined.

“Good.” Vision removed his hand from her leg and considered her. Wanda frowned even more when he stepped away, but he was only reaching into the bedside drawer. He pulled out her bullet vibrator. She licked her lips. She wanted him, but any stimulation would be heaven right now.

She gladly spread her legs wider. Vision leaned over her, teasing her cunt briefly. She shuddered. When he finally inserted the vibrator and turned it on, she keened. Tossing her head back against the pillows, she imagined Vision was following through on all the things he showed her.

It was only his voice that brought her back to the present. “Wanda. Look at me.” His smile had turned absolutely predatory. She struggled to keep her eyes open as she squeezed the vibrator. Vision started undressing. She hadn’t even realized he had chosen real clothes. He slowly worked his way down every button, revealing the firm red skin she loved so much.

Then, he reached down to bump up the speed. Wanda could barely focus on her lover’s strip tease, but she forced herself to watch as he’d instructed. He touched a finger to her flushed cheek. “Well done, sweetheart. Only a little more time.” She nodded weakly as Vision slowly peeled off the shirt and moved to his belt. She just had the presence of mind to smirk at the prominent bulge she found.

He turned it up to the highest setting. Wanda’s whole body jerked. She found her eyes had closed of their own accord. She hurried to open them, but he was already naked. She was so close now. She could taste it. But Vision crawled up the bed to remove it at the last instant.

“Fuck, Vizh!”

“Are you ready to beg properly now?”

“What if I don’t?” Her bratty side chose the worst times to come out sometimes. She was desperate, true, and she had gladly signed up for this. But she did love a challenge.

Vision didn’t hesitate. “Then, I will be forced to assume that you are not interested in further activities, and I will release you.”

“And leave me hanging?”

“Sadly, yes.” He lowered himself to rest above her, letting the head of his cock just barely brush her. She angled her hips to draw him in, but he pulled back. “You can surely tell that I wish to continue, but we must be on the same page.”

“We are,” she groaned.

He still held himself away from her. “I am not convinced.”

“Bastard.”

Usually, she would expect Vision to go all shy and duck his head, but he only pressed his chest against hers, causing her already hardened nipples to tighten further. She gasped involuntarily. “Apologies, sweetheart, but you asked me to, and I quote, ‘Do your worst.’” Her attempt at a glare was undercut by the memory of her earlier words. “The choice is entirely yours.”

He lifted himself so all his weight was balanced on his hands, no longer touching her at all. Vision was still offering her an infuriating smirk. She stared into his eyes. She was tempted to test him a little more, but she was confident in the knowledge that she would get him back another time. So she gave in.

“Please!”

He lowered himself slightly, still denying her what she wanted. “We already established that was insufficient, sweetheart.”

“I need you. Please. Make me yours.”

“Mm. What do you want exactly?”

“I want your cock. I want to forget my own name.”

“Getting closer, love.”

“please please please…I’ll do anything. Please take me now. Need you. Feels so good. More.”

“Like this?” She felt the hot head of his cock pressing against her.

She nodded urgently, but he remained still. He only raised a brow at her. She was on the verge of real tears. “What do you want? Tell me what to say to make you fuck me. Please. Say anything, do anything. I will die if you don’t let me come soon.”

“We cannot have that.” And he finally, finally rocked his hips down into her. Wanda stopped breathing for a moment when he finally hilted himself in her. He stayed still again, and she prepared to beg more. But he was only letting her adjust, ever the gentleman, or an even bigger bastard.

Before she could formulate another plea, he pulled almost all the way out and slamming back in. He hit her g-spot while pressing on her clit and her vision whited out immediately.

When she came back to awareness, Vision was still inside her. He flexed his hips. “Are you still with me, dear?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Because I was planning on rewarding your patience with more pleasure.”

Wanda nodded so quickly she thought she might get whiplash. Vision chuckled a bit before plucking at a nipple. She groaned as he started to thrust again. The second orgasm hit her just as quickly.

He let her catch her breath for only a moment before he knelt back and raised her hips to reach even deeper. She might have screamed a bit as he rammed into her. Wanda’s whole body shuddered. Vision kept going.

Three. Four. Five.

His eyes were looking a bit wild as she approached number six. She reached for his mind. He worked through the haze of lust to focus on her. I’m almost at my limit. He nodded and pressed himself fully against her. His kiss was soft and sweet in comparison to the rest of the night. He continued to nuzzle her as he finally let himself go. His climax triggered one more for Wanda.

She blinked and she found herself draped over Vision’s shoulder. He lay her in a full tub. She hissed a bit when the hot water touched her sensitive skin. Vision winced on her behalf. He climbed in behind her. “Alright, love?”

“Mmm.” The warmth was enveloping her now that she was getting used to it. Her relaxation was made even more perfect when her lover started massaging her shoulders.

Wanda did love these nights. The sex was wonderful, but the aftercare was irreplaceable.

Chapter Text

Vision opened the small red velvet box he had hidden away for weeks. The delicate silver band with a red stone glistened in his reading light. Wanda was away on a mission. He was taking advantage of the solitude to plan his proposal.

This was the most trying part of being intimate with a telepath. At every turn, he was forced to hide his thoughts. It had caused many instances of Wanda narrowing her eyes at him. He always deflected when she probed him with questions. But he feared the time would come when he slipped.

He had already composed forty-five different proposal speeches. They all spoke to his feelings, but none of them felt quite right. He was at an impasse. So, he reminded himself of the very first night Wanda took him to the club. He had not expected to ask to accompany her, but he had been so intrigued.

It had been one of the best decisions of his existence.

Vision knew that he wanted to marry Wanda. Much as he wanted to make the moment perfect and much as he feared raising his hopes too high, he also knew that she would marry him no matter how they came to be engaged.

Despite all his programming and his experience, he decided to wing it. Tony would be so proud of him.

The next few days were an agony of waiting. He spoke with Wanda on a few instances, but she did not have much time to spare. Her smiles did indicate a happy reunion would be forthcoming as soon as she returned.

When the team finally landed, Vision nodded at Pietro as Wanda ran into his arms. Vision lifted her up and twirled her around. She was giggling and there was no one else in the room.

After a quick debrief, Vision led Wanda back to his room. She collapsed on the bed without even changing her clothes. “I’d love to greet you properly, but I don’t think I’m up for it tonight.” She summoned pajamas and quickly stripped, no seduction in her movements.

“Not to worry, darling.” He lay beside her, simply smiling and touching her cheek. “It is enough that you are here with me again.” She smiled back and soon closed her eyes. She was softly snoring within minutes. Vision grinned to himself.

He could not resist returning to his planned speeches. He might be engaged to the love of his life within twelve hours. He knew he wanted to ask her the next morning. He let himself spin fantasies of Wanda saying yes and taking her to the club to celebrate. He imagined her holding up her ring to all admirers as he pleasured her for all to see.

Such thoughts had the advantage of making time pass more quickly.

When Vision judged she was close to waking up, he went about making a nutritious breakfast for her. She was wont to ignore her body’s needs. Vision wanted her to keep her strength up. He brought her eggs, whole wheat toast, fruit, and her favorite tea. Wanda stirred as the aromas met her nostrils. She gradually sat up. “Ooh, all for me?”

He grinned. “Oh, no, apologies. I thought it was time I ate a full meal. You are on your own.” Wanda chuckled, and he placed the tray over her lap. She started with a bite of fruit.

Left without a task to occupy, Vision felt his worries rise to the surface. Wanda continued eating while he struggled to contain his nerves. She gave him a sharp glance. “What’s wrong, Vizh? I can feel you practically vibrating.”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” He nodded to her plate. “It would not do for your food to get cold.” Wanda’s eyes roved over his face, but she raised her toast to her lips.

She continued eating. Apparently, his mood was infectious because she finished her meal within a few minutes. “Ok. Talk.”

“I thought we could go to the club tonight. It has been some time.”

“Alright, but that’s not what has you so hyped up.”

He ducked his head. “No, it is not.” She remained silent. Vision squirmed a bit under her scrutiny. She had learned interrogation tricks from the best.

They stared at each other for another long moment. This was his time. He knew that he was supposed to go down on one knee, but he liked them both being here in his bed, on the same level.

“I know you have suspected me of hiding something from you recently.” Wanda nodded. “I have, but nothing nefarious, I assure you.”

She reached out to touch his arm. “I never thought that.”

“I am glad. In truth, I have been thinking about how much I love you. We have been together over a year, which is a large portion of my life and only a fragment of yours.” She began to protest, but he raised his hand. His momentum was building now. “And it is a small fragment of the years I hope we will spend together. I realized some weeks ago that I was eager to make our commitment official. I bought a ring.” Wanda gasped, and he smiled. Vision was so glad to be able to surprise her despite the clear direction of his speech. He withdrew the box from his constructed pocket. “I have been trying to find the best time to present it to you. While you were gone, I came to the realization that I could not wait any longer. I rehearsed various speeches many times, but you draw out my spontaneity every day. So I decided to speak from my feelings. I love you. I do not see that changing while the stars remain in the sky. Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

When she didn’t answer immediately, his mind traveled frantically to his calculations of the probabilities of her possible responses. She grinned at him, which reassured him somewhat, but still left him adrift in confusion. Then, she jumped up and baffled Vision even more. “I’ll be right back. Don’t panic, ok? It’ll be fine.” She leaned down to kiss his cheek and was hurrying through the door.

Vision could not heed her advice, despite everything in her manner indicating that she would say yes. Thankfully, she returned within 2.5 minutes. She sat next to him again, placing her palm on his cheek. “You’re panicking, aren’t you?” He nodded. “I’m sorry, honey. I just had to grab this.” She held up a similar box to the one he had obtained. She opened to reveal a band that was the exact color of his vibranium and a small yellow stone. “I’ve been hiding things, too. Do you remember that mission a few months ago when T’Challa helped us out?” He nodded again, beyond words at this point. “I negotiated with him for a bit of vibranium.” Vision felt his ocular sensors widen automatically. Even that much was worth millions of dollars. Wanda laughed and patted his hand. “Don’t worry. He’s a romantic and was more than happy to part with this much when I told him I was going to propose to you.”

“Oh,” he breathed out. “You’ve been thinking about this for that long?”

“Yeah. You’re the one who’s good with words. I didn’t plan any fancy speeches, but I do love you. I can’t imagine changing my mind. You’re all I want.”

They fell silent, their rings in their hands. Wanda finally broke the tension. “So it’s safe to say we’re both going to say yes. Care to exchange rings?”

“Gladly.” They both removed the rings from their boxes. They carefully held hands and slid the bands onto each other’s fingers. Looking down at their joined hands, Vision felt tears fall from his eyes. “Wanda.”

To his surprise, she was crying herself when he looked into her face again. She wrapped her arms around him and tackled him to the mattress. “Vizh. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Wanda kissed him and he lost himself in the movement of her lips and tongue. The rest of the world fell away as they affirmed their desire to share each other’s bodies and minds for eternity.

Chapter Text

Vision was reading a wedding magazine again. She smiled at his enthusiasm. She thought he enjoyed the planning part more than she did. He was propped against the pillows with other magazines and careful notes spread all around him. She was glad he was enjoying himself, but she’d rather he enjoy himself with her.

“Vizh, we still have months left. And didn’t Tony promise to hire people for everything?” She still hated the thought of accepting help from him, but he insisted that he wanted to give his pseudo-son the best of everything. She was eventually won over by the fact that this wedding was going to be much bigger than either of them really wanted. Wanda might as well take Tony for everything he was worth.

And she already had grand plans for their venue, the same ballroom where the gala was held months ago. The one with the most glorious storage room.

Vision interrupted her fantasy. “True, but I would like to have a concrete plan to present to the wedding planner next week. This is far too much of a spectacle, but we should have some items that we chose for ourselves.”

She shook her head. She didn’t really care how the wedding happened as long as they were able to start the rest of their lives together. Vision continued reading and taking notes, oblivious to Wanda’s impatience. So, she plopped herself on the bed beside him, her head at his feet and her feet resting on the pillows.

Vision idly reached over to rub her foot while he continued planning. She hadn’t intended to let out a moan. She supposed her feet were sore from that day’s training. It did have the benefit of drawing Vision’s startled glance. She smirked. Too easy.

“Feels good.” Wanda inched her feet closer. He pressed his thumb into the arch, and she closed her eyes.

She frowned when he eventually let her go, but she was comforted when she heard the rustling of Vision gathering his papers. She finally opened her eyes. Vision had placed them in a perfectly even pile on his nightstand. “Done for the night?”

“Yes, I have much to think about and discuss with you.” Wanda stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. “Is tomorrow ok?”

“Of course.” She noted that Vision’s eyes were following her movements closely. She stretched even further before scooting closer to him. She rested her cheek on his thigh. He worked his fingertips into her hair. “Are you ready for bed?”

She grinned up at him. “I’m ready to do what we usually do in bed.” She completed the sentence with a sultry wink, just to make her message crystal clear.

“Ah.” His fingers tightened slightly.

Vision leaned down for a kiss. Wanda met his mouth eagerly, but when he tried to pull her up toward the headboard, she ducked away teasingly. He stared at her in confusion.

Until she started palming his cock. He threw his head back. She continued stroking him through the cloth until he phased his clothes away.

But when Vision tried to pull her up to him, she ducked away teasingly, instead throwing off her clothes and placing her mouth on his cock. Wanda slowly lowered herself further. She gazed up at him all the while. She adjusted so the rest of her body was higher up the bed and only her mouth was focusing on her lover.

She trusted him to get the idea.

Soon enough, he proved her faith justified.

Vision maneuvered her legs around his head and bent his mouth to her. The first touch of his tongue had her moaning around his cock. Which started a feedback loop of ecstasy. Her moans triggered his, which triggered more heavenly vibrations, which triggered more moans.

Wanda could barely finish the task at hand. This is why they rarely used this position. Things were always so much more intense when they took turns, able to focus only on each other.

But she did love their mutual pleasure.

She removed her mouth from Vision’s cock to take a break. He continued fucking his tongue deep. She rocked her hips against his face, and he gripped her legs tighter. Wanda rewarded him by swirling her tongue all around, licking at the head, swallowing him down whole. He froze as she sucked harder.

Neither of them would last much longer.

Race? She whispered into his mind.

Vision didn’t answer, just sought out her clit and plunged two fingers into her. She practically screamed around his cock, but Wanda was no quitter. She squeezed his balls lightly and ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of the shaft.

But Vision’s thrusts were hitting that perfect spot inside, and Wanda fell over the edge first. He slowly removed his fingers as Wanda tightened her lips further. Every muscle went rigid, and he poured down her throat.

She collapsed to the mattress. It took several moments for her to open her eyes. She didn’t even have the energy to move to the top of the bed. But she eventually managed to make it to the bathroom. When she was done, she snuggled up to her lover’s side.

“Better than wedding planning?”

“Always, darling, but why do you think I have been devoting so much time to planning?” Wanda shrugged. “So that we will have the perfect beginning to the rest of our lives together.” Vision beamed at her.

Round two would be happening any minute.

Chapter Text

Wedding planning was surprisingly exhausting. Even though Vision did not need sleep, he found himself catching Wanda’s mood as she collapsed on the bed. He could not imagine how other couples did so without all the help he and Wanda were privileged to have.

Between training and missions and pre-wedding tasks, moments reserved for physical affection were becoming rarer. Vision knew it was only for a short time, in service of a celebration of their new lives, but he missed the club and their sexual adventures.

Wanda cuddled into him. He was pleased to drape an arm over her and be her “big spoon” (the phrase still amused him). He pressed along her back until there was not an inch of space between their bodies.

Such a position would often lead greater intimacy, but tonight Vision recognized the indicators of sleep within moments. Her breathing deepened, her pulse slowed, and she let out a slight, adorable snore. He was far from disappointed. He would never take these signs of trust for granted.

Vision kept his hold on her light so as not to disturb her slumber. Soon, the sweet call of oblivion was reaching out to him as well.

When he awoke, it was with the tightening in his abdomen that signaled a morning erection. He sought to calm himself. He and Wanda were both tired. Their honeymoon would arrive in a little over a month, and he looked forward to making love to her in every position under the sun, or moon. Of course, such thoughts did nothing to quell his burgeoning hunger.

Thankfully, Vision soon found Wanda grinding back against him. She turned her head and grinned up at him. It was an awkward angle for a kiss, but Vision could not resist. Their lips melted together regardless, and his hips automatically moved with hers. When they broke apart, her raspy early morning voice whispered, “Show me.”

He eagerly opened his mind to hers, not holding anything back. He showed her the villa on a deserted beach that was one of Tony’s overly extravagant wedding gifts to them. He let her see how he planned to ravish her, and have her ravish him, as soon as they dropped their bags inside the front door.

Wanda moaned. It was always the sweetest music to his auditory receptors. He was now fully hard against her back, and he could feel his lover’s breath quickening as her grip tightened on his arm. Vision took her suggestion and slid his hand down her stomach. He tickled her lightly, earning himself a breathy laugh, before moving lower.

When his first finger entered her, Wanda jerked against him. Vision mouthed at her neck as he phased off her pajama top. He fondled her breasts with his free hand. Until she rocked back, reminding him of his straining erection.

He kept his movements leisurely despite the urge to rut against her. He honored the early morning stillness and his overwhelming love for this woman. Stroking her slowly with a finger, Vision drank down her moans with a sweet kiss. But he released her quickly, mindful of the strain in her neck in this position.

He shifted to kiss the back of her neck. Wanda sighed. When his finger continued to move ever more easily inside her, he added another. She bucked her hips against him. But he held her still with a hand on her stomach.

A third finger.

Wanda was close now. Her beautiful pants and moans and gasps increased. Vision continued stroking her in time with the noises spilling out of her. Long experience had taught him how to curve his fingers just right. How to press that spot inside of her that made her stop breathing for only a moment.

She did so now to his immense satisfaction. She rendered him completely useless on a daily basis; it was only fair that he could do the same sometimes.

Once Vision was assured of her pleasure and kissed and cuddled her through the afterglow, he prepared to deal with his own predicament. Wanda was already half-asleep. He could simply will his erection away (eventually) or go take care of himself in the bathroom.

As he was debating the best solution, his fiancée twisted and draped her thigh across his lap. “I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, voice still husky from the sounds she had been making for him. She kissed his still-clothed shoulder before wrapping her arms tightly around his torso.

“By all means.” Vision lay back. He was certainly close already. It only took a few passes of her leg to undo him.

A wave of her hand cleaned them up, and they both fell back into a peaceful slumber, their limbs and hearts and minds intertwined.

Chapter Text

Wanda couldn’t wait for Vision to christen their new house. He had had to go on an emergency mission the night they closed on their first joint purchase. It was only two weeks before their wedding, but Avenging came first. Always.

Their final kiss was full of promise for his safe return. They had talked since then, but the mission was taking longer to wrap up than either had expected. He assured her that he would be home by the weekend.

Wanda was growing impatient. She wanted to wait, but she had denied herself since Vision left.

She sat on the couch, all alone. No pressure of minds nearby, no Vision to talk to. She watched movies drown out increasingly sad thoughts that invaded.

That was the final straw.

She and Vision often talked about how they could not connect to sex scenes, but it might have been a sign of her desperation when her breath caught as two characters came together. It was a tame scene, all things considered, very PG-13. The pair started kissing, they fell into a bed, clothes were shed while their bodies were artfully covered. The screen faded to black after only a few moments.

That was enough for Wanda.

She turned off the TV and turned on some music. She chose one of Vision’s sweet jazz playlists. Running into their room to retrieve supplies, she went to her bedside table. She pulled out her favorite vanilla-scented body-safe massage oil and her favorite toy.

When she returned to the living room, she made sure all the blinds were fully shut. She could have just masturbated in the bedroom, but there was something intriguing about doing it out in the open. She was so used to people moving around the public spaces of her living area, that there was a secret thrill to pleasuring herself outside her own room.

She wasted no time stripping out of her clothes. She’d waited long enough and there was no one to put on a show for. Once she was naked, she poured some of the oil into her palm. She inhaled the sweetness before rubbing some over her breasts and stomach. She moaned, already sensitive.

She focused special attention around her nipples. When they hardened, she plucked and pinched with abandon, only heightening her arousal. She slowly slid one of her hands down her stomach while the other massaged her breast.

Wanda pressed a finger into herself and shuddered. So good. It had been too long. She added another finger. And a third.

Soon, she was ready. She spread a little more oil over the deep red dildo. Taking her time to prepare herself, she rubbed over the seam of her, not pushing inside, just caressing.

Then Wanda nudged her clit. She was so close already. She pulled it away, so that this wouldn’t be over too quickly. Sinking onto her knees to better simulate riding her gorgeous fiancé, she aligned the toy with her entrance.

As she finally took the fake cock inside her, she was so lost in sensation that she didn’t hear the door open.

“Darling, I’m ho—” Her favorite voice stopped cold. She froze as well, craning her neck over her shoulder.

“Um.” Wanda had no reason to be embarrassed. She had used the toy often enough in Vision’s presence. And of course, neither had a problem with the other taking care of their own needs while they were apart, often narrating the acts in great detail later.

But her face was on fire, and her arousal was starting to cool.

Until Vision phased right through the sofa to stand in front of her. He was grinning almost maniacally at her, and a sizable bulge was already forming in his pants. “By all means, do not stop on my account.”

Wanda pinched her clit to get herself going again. She rocked forward on the toy, arching her back to present her breasts to her fiancé. Ever predictable, his gaze honed in on her chest. She swayed more. Vision followed her every movement.

However, he soon placed his hands on her shoulder to get her to be still. She was about to ask if he wanted to take over when she looked into his eyes.

Wanda never knew which Vision she was going to get when he returned from a long mission without her. Sometimes he was at his most submissive and in need of reassurance. Other times he was at his most dominant and in control.

It appeared today was a day for him to engage in dominance. He stared at her. His gaze was a heavy weight drawing her face down to his crotch. The bulge had grown even more. She looked back up at him. “Vizh?”

“Hmm.” Vision released her to undo his belt. “You stopped again.” Wanda rocked eagerly on her fake cock. This attitude always brought out her dormant desire to please. “I believe that it only fair that I achieve my orgasm first because you started without me.”

She nodded again. “Good.” He removed his trousers and underwear as she pressed the toy even more deeply inside of her. She shuddered.

Vision returned his hands to her shoulders and smiled wickedly down at her. “So beautiful.” She whined at his praise. “My Wanda.” He was fully hard now and he leaned forward so that his cock rested on her lips. He remained for only a few seconds before he continued, “Open, please.”

Even in her increasingly wrecked state, she had to grin to herself. Even when her fiancé was about to fuck her face, he was polite about it. She opened gladly to take in as much of him as she could.

As Vision’s cock slid home, Wanda tried not to drool too obscenely. She focused on sucking and swirling her tongue just the way he liked. She almost forgot about fake cock in her cunt when the real thing was pulsing hotly in her mouth.

And soon his moans sent more shivers down her spine. Wanda knew she was working him to the brink, but he pulled away. She whined, unable to stop herself. Vision smirked down at her. Wanda tried to glare, but she was too far gone. It came out as an imploring gaze. He rubbed his thumb along her lips and sucked it in to show him what he was missing.

He groaned, but he still removed his thumb too quickly. “Patience, love. I will give you what we both want in just a moment. Take a breath.”

Much as she loved these moments where Vision was so confident and self-assured, Wanda couldn’t help but be a bit of a brat. She bore down on her dildo. She jerked her hips as she angled it to finally hit her g-spot.

Vision frowned. “None of that. You agreed to wait.” She tried to rock forward in spite of his displeasure, but she was stopped by Vision’s iron grip. Wanda gasped. Things were finally speeding up. “You will have your turn when I’m done with you.”

She often forgot just how dangerous Vision was because she knew he would never hurt her, or anyone for that matter without good reason, but these times brought that side of him. She relaxed her defiant posture as Vision put his thumb on her chin and urged her to open again.

“Stay still.” Wanda had barely a moment to prepare before his cock went all the way down her throat. She gagged a bit around it until she let her throat relax. Vision patted her head, not moving either. His cock filled all her senses. All she could taste was his pre-cum. All she could hear was the rushing of the blood in her veins. All she could feel was the weight on tongue. All she could see was the vee of his hips. All she could smell was the evidence of their combined arousal.

Vision rested one hand on her head and used the other to massage her breast as he set a hard rhythm. The way he was touching her did not help her keep her promise not to orgasm first. But, of course, he knew her body as well as he knew the text of a hundred, a thousand, books. He backed off just when it became too much.

But Wanda had been hovering on the edge for so long when he finally spilled down her throat. She half collapsed as soon as he pulled out, letting him catch her. He lifted her up and laid her on the couch.

She didn’t know how much later it was when she blinked up at him. He was staring down at the toy splitting her open. When he felt her eyes on him, he grinned wickedly. “You were good, Wanda. You deserve your reward.”

She preened. He reached between her legs and she thought he was going to replace the toy with his fingers, or his mouth, but he was always surprising her. Instead, he slammed it in further. She saw stars and galaxies. After so long on the edge, it only took a few quick thrusts and a little pressure on her clit to finish her off.

Wanda’s limbs were jelly. As Vision carried her to the bathroom and joined her in the tub for their first shared bath in their own house, she had just enough presence of mind to whisper, “Welcome home, darling.”

There was no need for further words after, just sharing the glow of mutual satisfaction and dreams of the future.

Chapter Text

“Alright, everyone, please clear the floor for Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff’s first dance. Wanda, Vision, come on out!”

A bitter battle had been fought over who would emcee the wedding reception. It had come down to Sam and Tony. The final coin toss happened in the main living room of the Avengers compound. Sam chose heads. Everyone held their breath as the quarter fell. Wanda murmured a word of consolation to Tony when it wobbled on the ground and then flipped to heads at the last minute.

She suspected he would hold a grudge for years.

But she let such thoughts go as soon as she and her new husband stepped into the figures of the waltz. They’d been practicing for weeks at Vision’s insistence. Wanda had to admit that their hours of dedication were paying off.

She felt like they were floating in the air without the aid of magic or phasing. And their movements had become automatic, which allowed her to focus on staring into her husband’s eyes, absorbing all the love that was flowing off him. She focused on the feel of being in his arms.

As the music came to an end, a more upbeat song replaced it. Wanda pulled Vision away. He started to protest, but he gave in easily when she grinned at him over her shoulder. He must surely recognize where she was taking him.

Pietro would be looking for a dance soon, and they still had many guests to thank. But they had been apart most of the day and night, waiting for the ceremony and mingling. It was her turn to have her husband all to herself.

Once she pulled him inside the familiar door, she waved her hand to turn on some of the lights. She wasted no time magicking off her dress. They didn’t have much time before they would be missed, and she did dearly love her gown. But there was still her lingerie.

Wanda loved the way Vision was staring at her. How he backed her up against a table. He unhooked her garters and pulled down the sheer white lace covering her mound. She hopped up on the table and spread her legs. Vision sank down, still fully dressed, complete with a bowtie.

She was hot all over.

It was nothing to the raging inferno that swept over her when Vision buried his face in her. She bit down on her palm to hold back a loud moan. She was an exhibitionist, but not in front of all her teammates and everyone they knew.

Soon, she had no thought for who might hear her as Vision—husband—sucked on her clit. He switched to nuzzling her fully and licking along her folds. Wanda gave herself up to the sensation, sinking back on the table.

It was not long before she came and eventually pushed Vision gently away. He sat back on his heels, looking up at her with adoration she could drown in, face still shiny with evidence of what he had just done.

She summoned a handkerchief to wipe off his face. He smiled gently at her, but could not hide his disappointment. She would gladly kiss and lick his face clean another time, but she was on a mission before the others came looking for them.

She urged him up to take her place, and she eagerly got down her knees. She was pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock before he could even blink. She wasted no time swallowing him down whole.

Wanda felt his hips jerk automatically and she reveled in it. She chased the feeling, swirling her tongue and sucking all the way down at the base. At one point, she reached up blindly to encourage her husband to wrap her hair around his hands. Normally she would smile up at him teasingly as she worked him, but she was in a hurry.

Vision was doing too good a job of remaining silent, so she reached up again to play with his balls. Vision’s hands tightened into fists, and he gave a low groan. Wanda’s own moan was muffled by his cock.

She let up for just a moment to breathe, and Vision almost immediately steered her head back to his straining cock. He was so close. She took him back down her throat. She opened herself as much as she could as she sent a message to take what he needed.

Finally thrusting into her mouth, her husband let go, and Wanda swallowed every last drop. Vision gently raised her to her feet and kissed her. She smiled helplessly at him. He began to straighten his clothes and help her back into her gown. She waved a hand over them both to clean any spots he missed.

She could still taste him as they bade a fond farewell to their storage room. She could still taste him as they returned to the dance floor and met their guests’ raised-brow looks with well-trained innocence. She could still taste him as they finally cut the cake and fed each other.

Wanda couldn’t help but be reminded of what they were eating mere minutes earlier and surely would be again shortly. Vision’s smirk told the same story. He kissed her once more after she had finished her cake. “Delicious,” he whispered directly into her ear.

Wanda was tempted to drag him away again then and there, but they were led into mingling and more dancing with their friends. There was something thrilling about meeting each other’s eyes across a crowded room. There would be time enough for more seduction later.

Eventually, they said their farewells. Her brother wrapped her in a tight hug and gave a weak glare to her new husband. She rolled her eyes, but he was getting better. Vision then led her to the elevator to their suite for the night.

A wave of exhaustion overtook her as Vision helped her out of her dress and hung it carefully in the closet, before placing his suit next to it. She sleepwalked through a brief nighttime routine and collapsed on the plush bed. She barely felt Vision climb in behind her and cradle her with his entire body.

Sex was fun, but she wanted this every night as well. She felt Vision’s love along with the comfort of his touch. She drifted off in the calm sea of his affection and contentment.

Chapter Text

“Wife, we will be late.” Even four years into their marriage, the title still gave him a thrill.

Even when the bearer of the title gave him an exaggerated eye roll as she smoothed down her modest dress that was covering far less modest attire that was not suitable for the outside world. “I just want to look perfect tonight.” She swiped on a deep red lipstick, cleaning up the edge of her lip line with a thumb.

“You always look perfect, darling.”

The statement earned him another eyeroll, but this one was tinged with affection and a smile. “You’re already getting laid tonight. You don’t need to lay it on so thick.”

“I am being entirely sincere.” He stepped closer behind her and kissed the curve of her neck. “I cannot wait for others to see you and desire your beauty, my wife.” He squeezed her hips as he an image of the whole crowd stopping to admire her as he brought her to orgasm. She shivered.

“If you don’t stop, we’ll never get out of here.”

“My apologies.” This time he was being anything but sincere. He forced himself to step away and take one last look at the bag he prepared for the evening.

***

Having two small children made it more difficult to satisfy their more adventurous sexual appetites. She would not change her family for anything, but she was horny. Not that they couldn’t be adventurous on their own. She just wanted the thrill of being on display and watching others enjoy themselves.

And Vision always fucked her good after such a night.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of babysitters. Everyone loved the twins. It was more a matter of choosing who they wanted. As often happened, they settled on bringing them to the Compound where Natasha, Bruce, Sam, and Bucky still lived. And Pietro was only too happy to sleepover with his nephews for the night.

They dropped them off with less than the usual fanfare and instructions. Wanda had caught Vision’s hurry to get to their appointment on time.

When they reached the club, Wanda quickly shed her dress and put her bag in a locker. Vision let his eyes sweep over her. Her tantalizing curves were barely contained by the skimpy black lace. She still carried extra weight, both from carrying the twins and from a reduced training regimen. A fact of which she was still self-conscious due to societal expectations and long years of familiarity with a body that was frequently malnourished. But Vision traced every dimple and roll with appreciation.

Wanda blushed under his scrutiny, but was soon pushing him out the door and toward their preferred booth. They simply watched the crowd for a time. A group of 20 to 24 undulating limbs took up a large part of the central floor. She could not tell where one body began and another ended. But there was still that overwhelming rush of pleasure.

She kept her mind open, letting the feelings of all before her inundate her. They had not visited the club since before she got pregnant, so everything was more intense. Wanda always appreciated Vision’s admiration of her body in all states, but she found that she was not prepared to fully expose herself as she had intended. Even two years after the twins were born, she was still growing accustomed to her new body.

But she had not come here to ponder the changes in her life. She wanted to watch people fuck.

Wanda turned her attention back to the room. She caught sight of a couple in a corner and smirked. This was definitely her style. She pointed Vision’s gaze in the same direction. One partner, who had full breasts and a harness cradling a massive neon pink cock, was teasing the person in front of them. The other partner was on hands and knees, craning their neck to watch the first partner jerking the fake cock. Wanda could see the second partner’s erection curving toward their stomach. Vision’s own erection was poking her. It had been far too long since she’d pegged him. Maybe when they got home…

Soon Vision urged her gaze toward a different spot. His cock jumped ever more insistently against her. There was a devastatingly gorgeous person near the middle of the room now. They were exactly her and Vision’s type. Their legs were spread, pink folds exposed. They wore the green wristband indicating that anyone was free to touch them. Many were taking up the invitation. Someone sneaked between their legs to lick at them, sadly hiding them from Wanda’s hungry eyes. Two others tweaked and pulled at the nipples. Soon they all cleared out and another moved in to kiss their lips.

Wanda jumped when she felt a cock nudge at her cunt as Vision’s still pressed behind her. He grinned. She looked down to see him holding her favorite dildo. His free hand moved the strap of her lingerie off her shoulder, but she shook her head. He replaced the strap and leaned down to kiss her. Her focus narrowed down to their lips sliding together. While the ambient pleasure surrounded her and buoyed her, it was Vision who entranced her the most.

She pushed her scrap of lace aside so that he could press the toy inside her. There was no need for further foreplay. The cock slid in easily, and Vision angled it just right to hit her G-spot. She melted even further in his arms, not bothering to think about a pose for any observer who might pass by. Her husband’s arm held her up, and the hand that was not thrusting the toy into her was plucking at her clit. She let out a throaty moan.

Vision took advantage of her open mouth to swirl his tongue with hers. He pulled the toy almost all the way out of her before working it even deeper. Her eyes fluttered open to see that they had collected a few onlookers. She moaned louder, and Vision undid her completely. The observers wandered away, but Wanda couldn’t care less.

“Let’s go home, Vizh.” There was so much more they could do together in the privacy of their own home.

***

Some hours later, with the morning light streaming through their curtains, Vision pondered his wife still sleeping beside him. He never would have imagined they would end up here when he first expressed curiosity as to where she disappeared to sometimes. The club certainly still held its charms, but nothing could compare to the two of them alone in the home they had built together.