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It’s another night in which Stephen Strange finds himself sitting up in bed, unable to sleep.
He’s tired, of course he is, but his mind is restless, thoughts racing through his head. Mostly thoughts on the Timestream Entanglement and how it seems to grow more impossible to fix with each passing day, but every once in a while they flit to a different subject entirely –– one with dark curls and tanned skin, full lips and freckles dusting her cheeks.
It is not unusual for Strange to think of Wanda Maximoff, though he’s found that it’s become a far more frequent occurrence as of late. Probably due to the fact that they spend so much of their days together, and over the past few weeks, even more of their nights. Stephen gazes down at the very woman sleeping peacefully next to him, her lithe body tangled up in his sheets. He can’t ignore the way his pulse speeds at the sight, the growing affection he has for her with each passing day. His feelings for her have grown far past just simple attraction, and it terrifies him.
These past few weeks of their newfound…partnership have been some of the best Stephen has had in a very, very long time. She’s amazing, both as a person and a partner, and through their increased intimacy he has discovered a whole new side of her –– one that is deeply caring and strongly passionate. Wanda Maximoff might possibly be the greatest woman he’s ever known, and she’s all his. For now.
Because one day, when they finally fix the Timestream Entanglement and her universe is stable again, Strange will lose her. She will return home and he’ll never see her again, never taste her sweet lips or feel her bare skin against his. They are a couple on a time limit.
There is also the issue of her age.
Stephen has always been aware of the years between them, it’s what had kept him from acting on his growing attraction towards her for so long, but since they’ve begun sleeping together it’s become a greater concern of his. He can’t help but feel like a dirty old man sometimes when he’s with her, no matter how enthusiastic her consent is. Wanda wants him, she’s made that abundantly clear, but should he be wanting her the way that he does?
“You must stop thinking so hard.” Wanda’s voice, thick with sleep, cuts through his train of thought.
“You’re awake.” It’s neither a statement or a question.
“I am.” She sits up, and the sheets tumble down her body, revealing her full breasts. The very breasts Stephen had been mouthing at hours before. “What troubles you so?”
“It’s nothing, don’t fret about it.”
“Stephen,” She levels him with a knowing gaze, leaning into him. “You were brooding so hard I could sense it in my dreams.” He cannot hide from her, no matter how hard he tries. Stephen wonders how she’s able to read him so well after only knowing him for a few months.
“I was thinking.” He pauses, and Wanda shoots him an unamused look. “About us.” This piques her interest.
“Oh?” She shifts in the bed and straddles his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “What about us?” Stephen thinks long and hard before answering, choosing his words carefully.
“Does it ever bother you? Our age difference, that is.” She blinks at him, expression blank.
“I can’t say that I’ve ever thought about it.”
“Really?”
“I‘m aware that you’re older than me, but I’m afraid I’ve had far more pressing issues to deal with. The impending collapse of the multiverse and whatnot.”
“So it doesn’t matter to you that I’m old enough to be your father. A very young father, but still.”
“I don’t mind it at all. Do you?” He feels her fingers begin playing with his mussed hair. She isn’t getting his point, so he tries again.
“When you were born, I was already in medical school.”
“When I was born, you were in a different universe.” Wanda shakes her head, her curls rippling behind her from the movement. “It’s foolish to hold ourselves to rigid social standards when there is nothing standard about our situation.” He almost hates how right she is, yet the guilt he feels still gnaws at him.
“Still, wouldn’t you rather be with someone younger, someone who can better keep up with your…needs?” It’s no secret her libido is much higher than his, and there have been a few times where he’s had to regretfully turn down her advances. If only he were a few decades younger, he could rail her every night the way he knows she wants him to.
She doesn’t answer him, at least not verbally. Instead, she slides off his lap and down the bed until her face is level with his groin. Oh. Stephen wants to protest, tell her that it isn’t necessary, but the glint of hunger in her green eyes stops him. She nudges his legs further apart to get better access to his now growing erection, taking his cock in her hand and palming it.
“Tell me Stephen, my darling,” Her accent is thicker, voice low and seductive. “Do you really think a younger man could please me better than you when you have a cock like this?” She nuzzles his length against her cheek. “I certainly don’t think so.” Wanda begins pumping his cock, working it up to full mast. “So big, Stephen. No man in the multiverse could possibly fill me the way you do.” It’s not the first time she’s praised his size, and it most likely won’t be the last, but her words still fill him with an odd sense of pride. Though he isn’t the type to put too much stock into literal dick measuring, it's obvious that Wanda is, and if she’s pleased…well, how could he not be as well?
Once she has him achingly hard in her hands, she starts pressing teasing little kisses along his length. Stephen can’t help but let out a low groan, struggling to keep his eyes open. He’d rather die than miss a second of watching her tease him. She licks a stripe from his base to his tip, tongue dancing against his sensitive skin.
“Wanda,” He shudders as she takes his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Stephen’s hand –– the one that’s not gripping the sheets beneath him –– moves to cradle the back of her head, guiding her to take more of him. Inch by inch his cock sinks into her hot, wet mouth, and already he can feel his orgasm beginning to build. It doesn’t help that Wanda refuses to break eye contact with him, green eyes twinkling with mischief and lust. The sight of it, her with his cock in her mouth and her ass in the air, gazing up at him like he’s hung the moon, is something that Stephen hopes will stay with him for years to come.
The pace Wanda sets is slow and deliberate, bobbing her head up and down to a silent rhythm. He feels her sucking him and can’t suppress the shudder that runs through his body. This woman and her talented little mouth will be his downfall. She moans around him and he feels the vibration on her vocal chords in his very core.
“Fuck,” Stephen’s head lulls back against the headboard. “I may not last long if you keep doing that.” She responds by sucking him even faster, the little minx she is.
It isn’t until he feels the head of his cock press against the back of her throat that he realizes what she’s doing. He feels Wanda gag around him before he hears it, her throat contracting around his length in such a sinful manner that he damn near loses it right then. The feel of her throat, the sounds she’s making, it’s straight out of Stephen’s deepest fantasies. She speeds up her pace, spit beginning to drool from her stuffed mouth as she takes his whole cock, nose bumping against his abdomen. He feels his balls tighten and grips a chunk of her hair, needing something, anything, to ground him.
Wanda responds by bringing a hand up to fondle his balls, and he can't stop his hips from canting into her mouth. "Wanda please," He's never sounded so needy in his goddamn life. "I–– shit, you're so good at this, so fucking perfect." His praise earns him another hum, and he's so close to the edge he can barely take it anymore. "My good girl, I should never have doubted us, doubted this," He babbles. "You've ruined me for anyone else––"
That’s when she hollows her cheeks and sucks. Hard.
Stephen isn’t able to warn her before he explodes in her mouth, orgasm overtaking his entire body. His skin burns as his muscles turn to liquid and his brain short-circuits. He watches as she swallows down his cum, drinking every last drop until he’s completely emptied himself. In his younger days, the sight would have been enough to get him hard again, but tonight he struggles to keep his eyelids from drooping –– completely and utterly spent.
Wanda releases him with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting his tip to her plump lower lip. She smiles up at him, cheeks flush and eyes bleary with unshed tears. Her breasts heave as she tries to catch her breath. He has absolutely wrecked her in the best way possible.
“Will you stop with your foolish worries about our age difference now?” Her voice is breathy. All Stephen can manage is a nod of agreement. “Good.” She crawls back up his body and seals her lips over his in a kiss of passion. His heart swells and he can taste himself on her tongue. They sit like this for a while, tangled up in each others arms without a care in the world. Wanda shifts against his thigh and he feels just how wet she is from sucking him off, and a fresh wave of guilt overtakes him. How foolish of him to forget her needs when she had just satisfied his own?
“Lay back,” He mumbles against her mouth, moving to try and change their position. “Let me return the favor.”
“No.” His eyebrows raise in surprise. “I didn’t do that expecting anything in return, you do not owe me for something I enjoy doing.” She places a soft kiss on his forehead. “Now come, you need your rest.”
Wanda rearranges their bodies so she’s laying on her back while Stephen’s head rests against her chest. He listens to her heartbeat, strong and steady, and finds himself beginning to be lulled to sleep by the comforting rhythm. Right as he’s about to slip out of consciousness, he thinks he hears her soft voice whisper to him: “Good night, my love.”