You Fell First But She Fell Harder (A Wanda Maximoff Fanfic)

she's got you high

"Wands, please."

You choked out another moan, feeling Wanda's lips lingered longer on the skin just below your ear as she harshly left a mark. The redhead had been enjoying herself, intending to paint you red all over. As if any part of your body without it was offending to her eyes and needed adjustments.

Rihanna's Love On The Brain was slurring from the speakers of her phone, the music covering the tiny whimpers you failed to hide.

You wanted to thread your fingers through her hair but the hold she had on both of your wrists above your head was unwavering. All you could do was whine on how uncomfortable your underwear felt sticking into you, desperately seeking release.

When Wanda proposed to meet you in her dorm, this was the last thing you expected. And although your heart melted for her grand romantic gesture, you couldn't help but worry how she'd feel seeing you in your We Bare Bears low waist cotton underwear. You didn't have that much time to change, nor expecting things would escalate to this. When Wanda pulled you to her bed after she whispered into your ear how she was going to properly take you to bed, you tried to get out from her grasps, just for you to change into something a bit more presentable and sexy, not some childish cartoon characters you knew she'd laugh at. But the redhead's mouth was already starting to do its wonders as she captured your lips in a searing kiss, making you forget anything else and focus on how amazing her tongue felt playing with yours. Bad choice of underwear quickly forgotten.

Letting out another whimper as Wanda bit the skin after sucking it for a good amount of time, you thrashed under her, willing your hands to move. But damn, her hold on you was strong.

You heard her chuckling softly, her puffs of breath making your skin shiver. Her lips then nibbled your earlobe, pulling it before whispering huskily, "Patience, baby."

Suddenly, you found yourself instinctively grinding into her thigh that was conveniently slotted between yours, no longer caring how you were going to ruin her suit knowing you were already drenched in your underwear and it was seeping through her pants.

Wanda went on peppering kisses all over your neck, still leaving marks you were too hot and bothered to complain. Maybe, you'd ask your friend Pepper how to cover it with makeup tomorrow.

The redhead finally took mercy as she let go of your hands, immediately delving inside of your shirt, cupping your breasts underneath the brassiere you almost forgot to wear.

"Mmm," you let out a soft whimper, your hand successfully running through Wanda's hair as she continued painting your neck red all the way down to your collarbone while her hands kneaded your breasts as if she was carefully crafting a delicate dough. When you unexpectedly released a loud moan after feeling her flex her thigh into you, she quickly captured your mouth to muffle the sounds you couldn't believe you were making. You knew you'd both get into trouble if the resident advisor would happen to pass by the room.