"Your Mission, If You Choose to Accept It"

By Darthelwig


*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***


Two weeks of calling and texting and nothing else, and she was going mad. Now this? Canceling their date? Unacceptable.

"I'm so sorry, Wanda, but my father has asked me to step in for this business function and I can't tell him no," her boyfriends calls to tell her.

"Oh, okay." Not okay. Not okay at all. I need you.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise. I have to run, I'm sorry. I have to get to the Windsor before six. I'll talk to you soon." They hang up and Wanda tips her head back against the wall for a moment. I shouldn't. He'll kill me. But he's the one who spilled where he was going to be. He knows how I am. He has only himself to blame.

With that settled, she goes to dig through her closet for the perfect dress, a slinky little red number that makes Vision completely incapable of keeping his hands off of her when she wears it. She knows this because she's tested it before. He loves this dress. He loves it on her and he loves taking it off her. It's perfect for the mission she's on. Operation Get Fucked. In a good way.


She's infiltrated places with better security before, including the wedding she met Vision at, his father's wedding. This time she doesn't have to sneak. Security knows her face, knows she isn't a threat. Mr. Uptight Security Man, who she now knows as Happy the Ever-Unhappy, scowls at her arrival but doesn't move to stop her. She smiles and pretends she has a reason to be there other than finding her lost boyfriend and using the condom tucked into her stocking.

Vision is shaking hands as he moves around the room full of businessmen. He greets them with smiles and good humor, ever the gracious host, and she melts at the sight. He is Stark's perfect son, the golden child, well-educated and groomed to take over one day. One day soon, most people think, and she knows he will do wonders when he does. But right now she needs him to be less the perfect son and heir and more the man who fucked her in an empty room at his father's wedding.

She lingers on the outskirts of the crowd, watching and letting him do what he needs to do. Anticipating what happens next. He'll know what she's here for. He knows her like the back of his hand at this point. A hand she needs on her skin very soon or she'll combust. She's already nearly dripping with need, and she hasn't even gotten close to him.

A woman in a shiny gold dress steps close to him, whispers in his ear, and Wanda's gaze hardens. She refuses to let him be tempted by some fancy, rich bitch when she's right here.

In seconds, she's at his side, bumping the bitch hard and not caring in the slightest. Maybe taking a little pleasure in the way she wobbles on those stick-thin little heels she has on. Maybe.

"Wanda!" Vision looks surprised to see her, but his smile is welcoming anyway. She slips her arm into his, her other hand wrapping around his bicep and squeezing. She loves his muscles so much. His eyes dip down to take in her dress and she preens under his appreciative gaze.

"Hi, baby. I thought I'd surprise you," she says, proud at how steady she sounds considering the wet mess between her legs. He smiles knowingly. It makes her throb.

"I'm glad you did. The evening has just begun and it will be much more fun with you here," he says. "I thought you hated my work events," he says quietly into her ear as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to her head.

"I do," she says sweetly, smiling innocently, she hopes. His hand slips around her waist, guiding her away from the crowd. Her smile grows.

"I can't just slip away at my own event," he says, and she scoffs.

"You've done it before," she reminds him, making him blush. She loves it when he blushes. He's so pretty.

"That wasn't meant to become a regular thing," he says, and she turns to face him, slides into his personal space like she belongs there because she does.

"I'm not wearing underwear and there's a condom burning a hole in my stocking. You want to be here, fine. We're here. But I want you to fuck me and I'm embarrassingly wet right now, so just slip away with me for a few minutes. I promise you won't regret it." She looks up into his face and sees the moment he gives in.

"I'm going to regret this," he says as he leads her away.

"You won't," she promises.

They find an empty room surprisingly quickly. The walls are thin, they can hear the dull thrum of noise from the party from inside, but it has a lock, and the solid click of the door locking makes her knees tremble. She isn't going to last.

She turns to Vision, who is sliding off his suit jacket and opening his belt. He's so goddamn delicious. She loves watching him undress. But that's not what she's here for and they can't waste any time. People will start to notice that he's disappeared. She doesn't care, but he does, and his father probably will too when he finds out, though she thinks that's a bit hypocritical, to be honest.

"Come here," she says, quirking a finger at him, and he obeys like the good boy he is. He kisses her, tasting like champagne, and she's suddenly drunk on him. There's butterflies in her stomach and she wraps her arms around his neck, needing something to hold onto. He lifts her easily, presses her back against the door and pins her there on his hips.

Her legs are around his waist, and she moans loudly as he slips a hand between them and under the hemline of her dress, finding her bare and dripping, just as she'd said. He traces her pussy, his finger glides lightly over her clit. She rocks her hips into it, seeks more touch, more pressure, satisfaction. He doesn't give it to her.

She groans when his touch leaves her, but he's unzipping his fly, letting his pants hit the floor and pulling out his hard cock, so she doesn't complain. This is what she's here for, not for the stuffy businessmen, the amazing food or the free champagne, she here for this man and this cock and the pleasure they can bring her.

He stops then, with his hands on her ass, and her sex-addled brain races to catch up.

"Put it on," he says with his jaw clenched and gaze burning into her. She remembers the condom so conveniently tucked into her stocking and he holds her up easily as she plucks it from its hiding place and rips open the packet. He breaths out slowly as she rolls it onto his length, his hands massaging the globes of her ass when he flexes them. She grins triumphantly and guides his cock to where she needs him most.

Wanda cries out when he drives his cock into her with one hard, rough thrust, and he claps his hand over her lips. One hand on her mouth, one hand on her ass, he hammers her just like she needs. It makes the door she's pressed against shake. Each thud surely gives them away, surely reveals what they're doing, but her boyfriend no longer seems to care. He is inside of her where he belongs.

Wanda isn't going to last. She's been too wound up, too ready. She comes hard and fast, her pussy fluttering around his thick shaft. He doesn't stop fucking her, and she holds onto him for dear life as she rides out her orgasm. It crescendos but it doesn't end, and she comes again without warning.

"You came here just for me," he mutters, his lips in her hair, messing it all up, but she is too busy coming to care. "God, you're so perfect. Love you so much." He is deep inside her, such a perfect fit, made just for her and her alone. She breathes through her orgasm, but it doesn't subside, it builds again.

Vision reaches down to where they're joined, traces circles over her clit, and she bucks uncontrollably as she comes for a third time. It is the strongest of the three and she thinks she might happily die this way. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to breathe but her lungs aren't obeying her. Vision's hand leaves her face to brace himself on the door as his hips lose their steady pace. He moans in her ear as he comes. Their bodies shake apart together.

He kisses her again and it's like the breath of life. Her lungs begin to function once more, drowning her in the heady scent of sweat and sex.

She's quiet as he tidies them up, while he makes himself look like the respectable businessman once again. He tips her head up with one long finger under her chin, presses a sweet kiss to her lips. She feels the smile on his face. It warms her.

"Will you be staying the rest of the night?" he asks her. She shakes her head, still unable to speak. "I'll have Happy take you home." She grimaces, but nods. He won't have her going home in this state alone. She knows that.

"Will you come over after?" she forces out. She sounds wrecked to her own ears, well-fucked and breathless and needy.

"Of course, darling. As soon as this is done," he promises. She smiles and lets him slide his hands over her body to "straighten her dress" before he leads her back to the party.

His touch still sends aftershocks of pleasure through her even as satisfied as she currently is, so she parts from him on shaky legs. She feels his eyes on her as she goes, and she knows he'll be with her sooner rather than later.

Mission accomplished, she smiles.