Indigo Meets Scarlet 2 (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter six

warnings: smuttt basically the whole chapter, if you don't want to read just imagine they went to bed and had a good nights sleep and skip to the next chapter :)

Y/N POV

As soon as I step through the door I'm slammed hard against the wood, gasping as I feel the air knocked from my lungs.

Wanda captures my lips with hers before I have the chance to recover my breath, grabbing my hip with one hand and shoving the other between my legs, cupping my heat. I choke out a startled groan at the sudden pressure, clinging onto her shoulders to steady myself.

"You're late." She growls against my lips, nipping me with her teeth.

"By- Like- Two- Minutes." I manage to pant between kisses, my hands reaching up to tangle into her auburn mane.

My head begins to feel hazy as I feel Wanda's fingernails raking against my skin beneath my hoodie before gripping onto my hips and guiding me forwards to the bed. When her knees hit the bed, she pulls me down to straddle either side of her thighs.

Sucking my lower lip between her teeth, Wanda runs her tongue along the tip and I feel a shiver run down my spine, my fingers tightening in her hair. She groans, sliding her hands to the bottom of my jumper and starts tugging it up my waist.

Chest heaving, I lean back raising my arms and she hauls both my hoodie and t-shirt up over my head, throwing it on the floor. Her hooded eyes drag down my chest and I feel the heat creep up my neck to the top of my ears under her burning gaze.

Not wanting to be the only one exposed, I scramble for Wanda's jumper and she chuckles, helping me rid her of it, leaving her torso as bare as mine.

Before her sweater's even hit the floor, she splays her hands against my lower back, pressing me further into her until our lips crash back together. Wanda kisses me with a bruising fury, forcing my mouth open and flicking her tongue over mine, the sensation making my head spin.

I knot my fingers in her hair, gently pulling her away despite the desire spreading through my body and the euphoric feel of her skin against mine, the need to breathe overpowering it. Wanda nuzzles her head into my neck, continuing her assault along my skin from the shower, nipping and sucking marks down to my collarbone.

My hands fly from her hair to her shoulders, digging in tightly when Wanda bites down on my clavicle, sending a burst of pleasure through my body and between my thighs, a low groan surging from my throat.

Regripping my hips, Wanda flips me off of her lap and onto my back in the middle of the sheets, wedging herself between my legs. She hooks a finger beneath the waistband of my joggers, toying with it as she peers up at me with a smirk.

"God, Wanda, just take it off!" I blurt, wiggling my hips in the air.

"My sweet girl, so inpatient! Already begging." She teases, raking my joggers down my legs before kicking off her own.

My chest flutters as my breaths become shallower and shallower, forgetting how to breathe for a moment as I take in the naked woman above me.

I internally thank past us for forgoing underwear in the rush after our shower.

Leaning down, Wanda presses herself against me, seizing my wrists and pinning them on either side of my head. Her face is so close I can feel her lips brushing mine, her breath hot as I inhale shakily, making me lightheaded. I become hyperaware of her skin against mine as my eyes scour her face, counting each freckle dotted faintly over her button nose.

Every time I try to cross the minuscule gap between our lips she pulls away a half-inch, smirking as I unravel into a frustrated mess beneath her.