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En·tan·gle·ment –– a complicated or compromising relationship or situation.
The Sanctum Sanctorum is quiet tonight, the hum of magic that usually courses through the walls currently nothing more than a whisper.
Wanda has been curled up in the library since their guests had left, clearing her head with a good book after another long and dull meeting of the greatest minds across multiple universes stumped by the plot of a single villain. She’s tense, and most definitely overworked, having spent almost every waking moment since she arrived at the Sanctum working with Stephen on a way to set the timestream back in order.
Stephen Strange, a fellow Sorcerer Supreme, and Wanda’s partner in this whole mess. He’s been nothing but kind to her, offering her a place to stay while they work and helping her harness her chaos magic. They’ve grown close over the months since she first arrived, closer than she’s been with anyone in a long time, which, if the past few weeks are anything to go by, is becoming a problem.
Wanda blames it on the loneliness that made up the past few years before the timestream entanglement. That, combined with the fact that most of the Sanctum library’s non-magical book offerings are bodice rippers, for some reason, and she’s slowly but surely been making her way through them. Surely, both of those very valid reasons are to blame for the recent fluttering in her stomach when she catches Stephen’s gaze, or why his brief touch when they’re training together seems to burn her skin. Not to mention the dreams, heavens above the dreams she’s had about him.
As if summoned by her thoughts, the doors to the library groan open and Stephen himself walks in, greeting Wanda with a nod and a smile. She nods back and quickly tries to refocus her attention and thoughts on her book. She fails miserably.
Instead, Wanda’s eyes follow Stephen as he stands in front of the towering bookcase across from the couch she’s sitting on. She looks at him, really looks at him, for the first time since they’ve met. His hair is greying in a peculiar way, a sign of his age. He’s younger than her father –– most people are –– but still at least twenty years her senior, maybe even more. And the size of him –– he’s large, towering over her and most of the people they meet. Tonight though, without his signature cloak covering his broad shoulders, he seems relaxed, more approachable. Wanda’s eyes drink in his form, the one usually covered by the aforementioned cloak. She notes the way even his casual clothes, in this case being a thin sweater and black trousers, seem too small for his frame, clinging to his body. If she focuses hard enough, she can see the outline of his back muscles through the dark fabric. I wonder, that dark voice in the back of her mind begins to whisper, how it would feel to rake your nails down that back.
“It’s rude to stare you know.” Wanda nearly jumps straight into the air as Stephen’s voice cuts through the silence. He’s still facing away from her, and part of her worries that he’s somehow picked up on her thoughts.
“Sorry, just…lost in thought.”
“You’ve had a long day, Wanda,” he seems to have found the book he’s looking for, grabbing it from the shelf before turning to face her. “You should get some rest.”
She shakes her head. “My brain is too restless tonight,”
“I know the feeling.”
“Come, sit with me.” She pats the open cushion next to her. “Let our minds be restless together.” Stephen obliges without another word. So close, the voice returns, how easy it would be to just move over and straddle him. Wanda squeezes her eyes shut, begging the voice to leave while also ignoring the wave of heat flooding her core at the mental image its suggestion has conjured.
“Are you alright?” She opens her eyes to find his gaze fixated on her face, his own green eyes clouded with concern and another emotion, one that is unrecognizable to her.
“I am.” Even she finds her own words unconvincing. “I will be.”
“Come, let me walk you back to your room so you can get some rest.”
“No, no it’s alright––” Both Wanda and Stephen rise from the couch quickly, turning toward one another without realizing just how close they are. Suddenly, she finds her chest pressed against his, his large hand catching her waist. They’re so close that if she wanted to, all she would need to do is lift herself onto her tiptoes and she could capture his lips in a kiss. Heavens above, how she wants to.
Something electric hangs in the air between them, something that pulls them even closer. Stephen leans his head down at the same time Wanda cranes her neck up, and their lips are less than centimeters apart. “Stephen…” She whispers, eyes half open, mirroring his.
It’s hard to say who makes the first move, but that isn’t important. At least, it’s not as important to Wanda as the electric feel of Stephen’s lips crashing against hers. She sighs into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as his hand pushes the small of her back against him. Their kiss might have started innocently, at least for a moment, but it quickly grows heated as his tongue traces the seam of her mouth and she grants him entrance. Her hands snake up his arms, over his shoulders, and tangle into his perfectly groomed hair, relishing in the feeling of his silky smooth locks gliding between her fingers. Stephen’s hands take a journey of their own, wandering from the small of her back down towards the plump flesh of her ass, which he gives a good squeeze. Wanda moans into his mouth, leg hiking up to wrap around his waist. He responds with another squeeze before planting his palms on the back of her thighs and lifting her up, guiding her other leg to lock with the one already around his waist, holding her steady against him.
In this position, Wanda can feel the growing hardness of his crotch against her core through the fabric of her leggings, which causes another rush of heat to course through her. Is this really happening? She wonders as he begins to walk forward with her in his arms, lips never leaving hers. Could this be another one of her dreams? A very, very realistic dream? She realizes why he’d begun moving them when she feels his warm hands be replaced with a hard surface as he sets her down on one of the few desks that litter the maze of shelves and sitting areas. His mouth moves from her lips to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, littering her skin with kisses before biting down on her exposed collarbone.
Wanda moans. Loudly. Perhaps too loud, as the sound seems to break something inside Stephen and suddenly the warmth of him is gone. She nearly whimpers at the loss of contact. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, beginning to pace back and forth a few feet away from the desk.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, chest still heaving as she tries to catch her breath. He stops in his tracks and turns to her, a look of bewilderment on his face.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I seem to have lost my goddamn mind and took advantage of my much younger coworker, putting us both in a literal compromising position.” His words cut through her like a warm knife through butter.
“Stephen.” It’s as if he doesn’t hear her, he continues his ranting and pacing.
“––completely unprofessional, not to mention a perverse of me to lose such control. I do not blame you if you wish to leave immediately––”
“Stephen.” Again, nothing.
“––I’ll have to tell the others we cannot work together anymore. There will be questions, obviously, but nothing I cannot talk my way out of. Don’t worry, I’m sure either of us will be able to find some sort of solution to the entanglement on our own––”
Wanda sighs, and with the wave of her hand every single book in the Sanctum’s library opens and slams shut. The noise is loud, the floor shakes, and she finally catches Stephen’s attention. “Finally,” she mutters. “Come here.”
“I’m not sure that would be a good––”
“Come. Here.” She gives him a sharp look and miraculously he obeys, striding back to where she’s perched on the desk but still keeping an appropriate distance. “Have you even considered my feelings on what just transpired?”
“I’m sorry, I cannot imagine the pain I’ve put you through––”
“Let me rephrase that, have you considered that I was enjoying myself? That perhaps I even wanted this to happen?” Dreamed of it. Stephen stares at her, awestruck. “Come closer.” He does, and Wanda grabs his hand. “You did nothing wrong, Stephen. What just happened between us was completely consensual, there is no need for this verbal self flagellation.” She brings her other hand up to his cheek, brushing her thumb against his cheekbone. “Can I kiss you again?” He nods and she pulls him closer so his thighs are flush against the edge of the desk, her own legs bracketing his.
This kiss is lighter, more subdued, but there’s still a fire burning within her belly, and she knows his erection is straining against his pants right now. She’s the one to pull away this time, slowly though, and with no intention of that being their final kiss.
“Let me help you,” Her gaze flicks to his crotch, and she lets his mind fill in the blanks. She presses a kiss to his jaw, his cheek, lips grazing against the shell of his ear as she whispers: “I know you want me to."
"Wanda, I..." His voice is rough, breath caught in his throat. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She giggles in his ear, graceful fingers unbuttoning his trousers. If only he knew.
"Oh Stephen, do you really have to ask?" She hears his breath hitch at her words and catches his fly zipper, lowering it carefully. “Now, let me take care of you.” She slides off the desk with ease, turning their bodies so it’s Stephen who’s leaning against the dark mahogany surface. Her fingers slip into the waistband of his trousers and begin to slowly tug both his pants and his underwear down as she sinks to her knees.
His cock springs free from the confines of his boxers, and just as Wanda had suspected he’s big. Almost too big. A flash of worry courses through her brain as she wonders just how it will fit inside her mouth, or more importantly, inside her body. But she shoos those fears away, she’s the goddamn Scarlet Witch after all, she can handle anything. It’ll just take a bit of work.
He’s already fully erect, so there’s no use working him up any more with her hands, but Wanda gives him a quick pump or two anyway, relishing the weight of him in her palm. “It’s…been a while. Since I’ve been intimate with anyone.” Stephen rubs the back of his neck, cheeks tinged with red.
“Me too,” she reassures him with a smile, pressing a light kiss to his tip, which is already red and leaking. He hisses through his teeth at the contact. He’s sensitive, the voice coils around her brain. This’ll be fun.
Wanda decides the best place to start is by licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, tracing a rather prominent vein with her tongue. This earns her the rare pleasure of hearing Stephen Strange curse. “Shit,” He gasps, fingers digging into the edge of the desk. How she wishes he’d dig his fingers into her scalp instead. She decides that any more teasing might actually kill him, and instead wraps her kiss-bruised lips around the head of his cock. She doesn’t begin bobbing her head right away, instead she takes the time to circle his head with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his precome.
“Wanda,” The way he says her name, so perfectly desperate and full of lust, makes her cunt throb. In her previous sexual encounters, not that there had been many, Wanda had discovered she enjoys giving almost as much as receiving. Something about the intimacy of it all, having her partner’s complete and utter trust to not harm them, turns her on beyond belief. With Stephen, it’s even more intense. She slowly takes him into her mouth inch by inch until she feels his tip hit the back of her throat. Not wanting to jump too far ahead, Wanda begins to shallowly bob her head back and forth, not taking all of him into her mouth but still covering a good portion of his cock.
The noises he makes in response send a thrill down her spine. He’s so reactive, both verbally and physically, it’s making her impossibly wet. Surely her panties are soaked through by now, maybe even her leggings too. Wanda feels her clit begging for friction and squeezes her thighs together, but it’s not enough. She wraps a hand around the length of his cock that hasn’t made it into her mouth yet and begins pumping it in tandem with her mouth. This is what gets Stephen to finally move his hands from gripping the desk to gripping a chunk of her dark curls. His grip stings her scalp only for a moment, the sensation quickly turning from pain to pleasure.
“You’re so good at this,” he rasps. “I should’ve let you do this to me the night you moved into the Sanctum. You would have let me, wouldn’t you? You would’ve begged me to use your hot little mouth like this.” Oh? She can feel the voice’s smile in her mind. Didn’t peg this one as having a dirty mouth. “It’s alright though, now I know, now I’ll let you take me in your mouth whenever you fucking want.”
Wanda can’t take it anymore, his words combined with the taste of his cock on her tongue are too much, her clit is aching for relief. She begins to move a hand down to slip into her leggings, when suddenly both of her hands snap together behind her back. She stops bobbing her head and releases his cock from her mouth, twisting her gaze to see what had happened. The sight she finds both shocks and thrills her. Her hands are bound together behind her back by a magical chain, Stephen’s magical chain, glowing orange against her dark skin as the cuffs circle her wrists. Not even a Sorcerer Supreme such as herself would be able to get out of these. She quickly turns back to give him a confused look.
“I want to be the one to make you come.” His voice is dark, eyes even darker, and Wanda nearly comes right there from the intensity of it all.
“As you wish,” She flutters her lashes up at him. “Though, without my hands I’ll need some help getting you back into my–– mmrph!” She’s cut off by his hand gripping the back of her head and his cock being forcefully shoved back into her open mouth. She gags around him, but that only seems to egg him on further, guiding her head forward to take more of him until her nose is pressed against his pubic bone. Wanda quickly shifts her focus to breathing through her nose, eyes watering as she slowly begins to bob her head back and forth once more.
“Good girl.” Is all Stephen says as she finds her rhythm again, cock sliding in and out of her throat. She hums around him at the praise, watching as his head falls back and feeling him twitch inside her at the sensation. “I’m close,” he warns.
She responds by speeding up her rhythm and hollowing her cheeks around him, not caring as saliva begins to drip from her lips and down her chin. What a sight she must be, eyes glassy with tears, spit dribbling from her mouth. She feels Stephen tighten his grip on her hair and decides he must like what he sees. “Want me to come down your throat? Or would you rather I ruin this pretty little blouse of your’s?” He’s teasing her, he knows how much she loves this blouse, she wears it all the time. She responds by taking as much of him down her throat as she can and moaning around his cock, the intensity of the vibration sending him over the edge.
Stephen comes with her name tumbling from his lips, head thrown back in pleasure as he holds her head against him. Hot ropes of cum shoot down Wanda’s throat and fill her stomach, and it isn’t until she’s sucked the last drop of it from him that she releases his cock with a pop. He looks down at her in a daze, a dreamy smile on his lips.
“You are…incredible.” He reaches out and helps guide her to her feet, but doesn’t release her hands from their magical confines. “Allow me to return the favor.”
For someone that just had the orgasm of a lifetime, Stephen moves incredibly fast, once again switching their positions so Wanda is bent over the desk and he’s standing behind her. “You, my darling, are absolutely soaked. I can see the dark spot on your leggings.” Is that humor she detects in his voice? She cranes her head back to look at him and finds his green eyes full of hunger. “Let's get you out of these.” With a snap of his fingers both her leggings and her panties disappear into thin air. “What am I going to do with you?” He mutters, drinking in the sight of her bare cunt before him.
“Whatever you want.” The words fall from her lips without a thought, and they both freeze. She feels her face flush against the cool surface of the desk.
“You are playing a very dangerous game, my dear Wanda.” She hears the smirk in his voice, but doesn’t anticipate the loud smack of his palm against her ass. She jolts forward at the intensity of it, skin tingling in the shape of his hand. She fucking loves it. Stephen rubs the still sensitive skin of her ass, soothing the pain he’d just inflicted. “Turn around and put your hands above your head.” He orders as if he was helping her with a difficult spell and not positioning her for another illicit sex act. Wanda does as he commands, laying on her back and stretching her arms above her head until her hands are dangling over the opposite end of the desk.
“Good?” She asks, innocently biting her lip, hoping he’ll reward her with another ‘good girl’.
“Hm. One more thing.” Another snap of his fingers and her blouse is gone, leaving her in just a simple red lacy bra. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s comfortable, and the simple lace pattern covering the fabric has made it one of her favorites. “Perfect.”
Stephen spreads her thighs apart, fingers inching closer to where she needs him most. Wanda can’t help but arch her back, hoping the movement will cause his fingers to brush against her clit. No such luck. “Please,” She can’t help but whine, so desperate and aching for any sort of relief.
“I need to hear you say it first.”
“Touch me, Stephen.” Her eyes lock with his. “Make me come.”
She’s so wet that his finger slides into her cunt with almost no resistance. She moans in relief and instantly clenches around him. Just one of his fingers is the size of two of her own, and Wanda once again questions just how did this man get to be so large.
“So wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.” He hums, before thrusting his single digit almost experimentally. The squelching sound of her arousal fills the air between them. “Fuck.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.” Stephen’s finger speeds up, and he leans down over her, lips mouthing at her still covered breasts.
“Oh!” Wanda exclaims as she feels his teeth nip at her pebbled nipple through her bra, arching up into his touch. His finger feels good, but it’s not enough. “More,” She gasps, and Stephen nuzzles his face between her breasts. He slips another finger in, stopping his ministrations to allow her to properly stretch around them. She can’t remember the last time she was this full, and with just his fingers…it’s almost too much. Almost.
She begins to ride his hand like it’s the one thing she was made for, grinding down against him desperately chasing the orgasm building inside of her. She is a woman possessed, and based on the way Stephen watches her with his lips parted, she thinks he likes it. It’s not until she feels his tongue against the skin of her nipple that Wanda realizes he’s magically done away with her bra too, moaning at the contact. He’s stimulating every part of her except the most important one. She wants to grab his wrist and guide him to where she needs his touch most, but she can’t, not with her hands still tied together above her head. Tears of frustration well in her eyes, she’s so close, it’s just not fair.
As if reading her mind, Stephen’s thumb grazes ever so lightly against her clit, and suddenly it’s all over.
Wanda comes fast and hard, crying out as her orgasm hits her like a freight train. Her toes curl as her nerves are set ablaze, a rush of molten heat coursing through her veins like lava. It’s exactly what she’s been begging for all evening, yet somehow it’s still not enough. There’s a lust that still burns inside her, one so intense, so all consuming, that she fears it can only be sated by one thing and one thing only.
“Stephen, please,” She pants as she comes down from her high and he pulls his digits from her cunt. “I need you.”
“I know, and I apologize, it might take me a while to, well, um––” A flush of red colors his face as he glances down at his still flaccid cock. From the way he’d been fucking her with his fingers, she’d forgotten that with age comes longer refractory periods. He’s cute when he’s blushing. Wanda finds herself agreeing with the voice on this one.
“I have an idea. Can you…?” Wanda glances up at her still bound hands.
“Oh, right, of course.” Her constraints disappear just as quickly as they’d materialized. She lifts off the desk and pulls him down for a sweet yet heated kiss. “Be right back.” She takes extra care to sway her hips as she pads over to a familiar stack of books, feeling his gaze on her ass as she does. It only takes her a moment to find what she’s looking for, and she hurries back to Stephen with a thick, dusty old book. She places it on the desk, flipping to a dog-eared section she’d come across while flipping through random tomes on one of her first days at the Sanctum.
“May I ask what it is exactly that you’re doing?” Stephen shoots her a quizzical look.
“Ah, here it is.” Wanda smiles as she finds the spell she had been looking for. “This will only feel weird for a second.”
“What are you–– oh!” He gasps as her fingers, glowing red with her chaos magic, wrap around his cock and she begins to recite the spell. When she finishes, he’s hard as a rock within the palm of her hand. “How did you…why does a spell like that even exist?”
“Stephen, darling, you know better than anyone that there’s a spell for everything.” She shoots him a seductive smirk and she hops back onto the desk. “I believe we were in the middle of something?” She spreads her legs open slowly, giving him a view of her glistening cunt in the dim candlelight.
“I believe you are correct,” He smiles. “One moment, it seems I’ve forgotten something.” With one swift motion he pulls the sweater he was somehow still wearing up over his head and tosses it into the bookshelf. Now they’re both completely naked. “There, that’s better.”
“Agreed.” Wanda doesn’t even try to hide how her eyes rake over his broad, bare chest, his chiseled abdomen, the trail of hair that leads to his cock. It’s as if he was sculpted by heaven itself just for her viewing pleasure. He leans down to capture her lips in one more heated kiss, tongue slipping into her welcoming mouth at the head of his cock teases her slick entrance. She wiggles her hips against him, moaning impatiently into his mouth. “Enough teasing,” Wanda pants into his mouth. “Just fuck me already.”
Stephen is cautious when he finally slips inside of her, which she’s eternally thankful for because it’s a tight fit, just as she’d thought it would be. Even with just the tip of him in her cunt she feels like she’s being split in two.
“How on Earth did you get to be this big?” He chuckles at her frustration, sliding in another inch.
“Is my cock not satisfactory enough for the Sorceress Supreme?”
“No,” She huffs, then gasps as she takes another half inch of him. “No, quite the opposite.”
“I’m flattered.” He’s halfway in her now, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate him. He brings a hand up to absentmindedly kneed at her breast. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, just–– just give me another moment.” Wanda takes a deep breath and relaxes every muscle in her body. After a few moments, she nods to him to begin thrusting.
Stephen’s first thrust nearly knocks her off the desk. She lets out a strangled cry in surprise, fingers digging into his back to steady herself. “Sorry,” He murmurs into her skin, pressing light kisses along her neck. His second thrust is more refined and less forceful, cock brushing against that hard to reach spot inside of Wanda that drives her wild.
“Yes,” She moans, “Right there.”
He sets a pace that’s slow enough to help her with the size of him, but fast enough that each thrust brings her closer to her second orgasm. Her hips lift to meet his with each motion, and soon the sinful symphony of skin meeting skin fills the Sanctum’s library. Wanda loses herself in the feeling of absolute fullness, raking her nails down his back as the hot coil within the pit of her belly tightens. He’s everything she’s ever wanted, no, needed. No partner has ever made her feel this way before. She fears she might become addicted to him, prays this won’t be the one and only time he’ll agree to fuck her.
As they both begin to near their respective peaks, Stephen begins to quicken his pace. He murmurs words of praise against the skin of her neck, telling her how good she’s taking him, how deliciously tight she is. “It’s like you were made to take my cock,” He whispers before bringing his thumb to circle her clit. She tightens around him instantly, legs locking together around his waist.
“Stephen,” Her voice is a high pitched whine. “I’m close,”
“Then come,” He growls, pressing his thumb harder against her clit, hips pounding into her with reckless abandon. “Come for me, Wanda.”
It only takes one more brush of his cock against her G-spot for Wanda to shatter around him. Her back arches off the desk as she comes with a cry, her second orgasm of the night nearly breaking her damn mind. Her muscles become liquid, stars burst behind her eyelids, and every inch of her skin is buzzing. Stephen continues to fuck her through it, chasing his own high. He comes moments later, and she feels his hot seed flood inside of her. He’s boneless as well, collapsing on top of her.
After minutes, maybe even hours, they eventually untangle from each other, both completely sated. Wanda feels the loss of him as he pulls out of her, the sudden emptiness sending a pang of loss through her heart.
“Shit,” Stephen mutters, taking a step back. “It’s my fault, I completely forgot about grabbing a condom.” Wanda glances down at the mess between her legs, watching his cum leak from her cunt, realizing why he’s so concerned.
“It’s okay,” She reaches out and grabs his hand, pulling him back towards her. “I’m one of the most powerful witches in the multiverse, there is no chance of an unwanted pregnancy unless I will there to be.”
“Still, I shouldn’t have just come inside you like that, we should have discussed this beforehand––”
“There’s plenty of time to discuss things now.” She brings a hand up to his cheek, mirroring her actions from right before they’d agreed to indulge in each other. “I don’t regret a thing we did tonight, do you?” Stephen shakes his head. “Good. Now, onto more important matters, like what dimension did you send my clothes to?”
He chuckles before answering. “The laundry room.”
“Oh, well, I guess they can stay there for now. As long as Bats doesn’t catch us, I’m fine walking back to your room naked.”
“My room?” He arches a brow as she slides off the desk and makes her way towards the library doors.
“Of course. As I said, we have a lot to discuss, we deserve to have that discussion somewhere a bit more comfortable. And I for one think we should give that poor desk a break.”
“I’m never going to be able to look at that thing the same way again.” Stephen mutters to himself, casting one last glance at what was once his favorite place to do his work before following Wanda into the hall.