Wanda Maximoff x Reader | One Shots

Throne

a/n: if you're not a drummer, for this chapter you are :)
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[Avengers compound, your room, 8:27 PM]

You are currently drumming along to some songs that you threw into a playlist specifically to drum along with. You have your headphones on and your phone is connected to them as well as your electric kit. The music and drums are blasting in your ears as you move around the kit trying new grooves and fills for the song that's currently playing. You started playing about 20 minutes ago and finally decided to take a break.

You pause your music and take off your headphones. You shake your head, bringing you back into reality and your surroundings. You notice Wanda leaning against the door frame looking at you. "How long have you been standing there?" you question, thinking about how focused you must've been to not have noticed your girlfriend. "About 5 minutes. You were very entertaining." You scratch the back of your neck while responding, "thanks. I didn't even realize you were there until I took off my headphones, I was stuck in my own little drumming world I guess," you lowly chuckle out. "Don't worry about it, hun. I'm glad you've found something that you're passionate about." "Me too," you smile at her.

"Y'know," Wanda begins as she walks over to you, "you look kinda hot playing the drums." "Kinda?" you challenge her, crossing your arms and faking being offended. "My apologies, you look very hot playing the drums." You give her a cheerful and proud grin.

"Is there space for two on your drum seat?" Wanda asks as she walks around your drum kit to stand beside you. "It's called a drum throne, Wanda." You turn so you're facing her now. She takes a step closer and looks down at you. "Alright then, princess." Her eyes narrow on her last word and you blush at the pet name. "Is there space for me on your throne?" You nod, not being able to get any words out. She sits on your lap and straddles you with her arms laying loosely over your shoulders. Her hands meet the back of your head and she pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around her waist as you hold her, not wanting either of you to fall off.

Her hands get lost in your hair and she gently tugs at it as she runs her tongue along your bottom lip. Your breath hitches and she uses that opportunity to slowly slip her tongue into your mouth. Your mouths move in sync and her hips roll against yours ever so slightly.

She pulls away and you both catch your breath. "I think you should watch me play the drums more often."