Indigo Meets Scarlet 2 (Wanda x Y/n)

chapter fourteen

warning: 18+ only !! smuuuut, wanda's getting her confidence so she's a bit more dominant than previous smuts

if you don't want to read (or ur under 18🤨 go do ur homework child), skip until the next chapter, it's already posted :)

also i haven't proofread it so i'm sorry for any mistakes, by the time i'd FINALLY finished writing it i just couldn't bring myself to go thru it😭🤚

Y/N POV

"I've shared you enough today," Wanda husks, throwing me onto the bed, the impact knocking the air from my lungs despite the soft landing. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight? All that attention?"

"I didn't think you'd noticed, you seemed pretty happy with the walking microwave," I scoff, folding my arms over my chest.

Wanda raises her brow, smirking while she begins to crawl up my body, unravelling my arms and pinning my wrists beside my head.

"Aw, poor baby," She mocks, pressing her hips into mine as she straddles me. "Just because you're jealous doesn't mean you can be rude. Vision is nice, you should get to know him better."

"Hmm."

I turn my head to the side, refusing to meet her gaze in defiance and Wanda chuckles, grabbing my jaw to force my eyes back to her.

The few rings she's wearing press harshly into my skin, feeling ice-cold against the heat rising over my face under the intensity of her watch.

"Don't be a brat, малышка (babygirl). You know you're the only one I want."

As much as I want to preserve my irritated appearance, I immediately melt at her words, the crease in my brow softening and the corners of my mouth turning slightly.

"Let me show you."

Wanda leans down to bury her face into the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking delicately at the skin until she finds the sensitive spot at the top of my collarbone. I can feel her grin against me as my breath hitches in my throat, a quiet moan escaping.

"Wanda," I pant, fighting against the red tendrils the witch had replaced her hands with around my wrists.

"Yes, моя милая (my sweet girl)?" She purs, pulling back from the trail of marks she had created to hover her face above mine.

"Please kiss me."

The request was barely a whisper, dripping with so much desperation I would've been embarrassed if I hadn't noticed the green of her irises instantly disappear with lust.

Wanda licks her lips, dropping lower until she's barely brushing against me, my only source of air her hot breath against my lips, sending dizzying waves through my head.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

I can't help the groan when she finally presses a firm kiss on my lips and Wanda's intentions to go slow fly out the window, turning the kiss into an act of urgency.

Her hands cradle my face as our lips roll against each other at a bruising pace, Wanda occasionally sucking my lower lip into her mouth, using her tongue to tease along the top until I'm whimpering beneath her.

I yield as soon as I feel her asking for entry, moaning breathlessly while her tongue massages against mine, the taste of vodka and the strawberries she had been stealing out of my gin overwhelming my senses.

My hands spring free when I suck fervently on Wanda's tongue, swallowing her choked gasp while I bury one hand into her hair and the other around her waist, holding her as close to me as I can.