Pairing: Professor Wanda Maximoff x Student Reader
Summary: Wanda and Y/N stop pretending there’s any space left between them. One quiet night turns into something neither of them is trying to hold back anymore. No distance. No hesitation. Just the moment they finally stop avoiding what they already are to each other.
Author's Note: I have had this written for a while and kept putting off proof reading it and after several times, I just decided to post it.
Warnings: smut, teacher/student, fem!reader
The words didn’t disappear after you said them.
They didn’t soften or fade or get lost in the quiet.
For a second, you thought maybe she hadn’t heard you. Her face was still tucked against your neck, her breath warm against your skin, her body still pressed into yours like nothing had changed.
That soft, absent tracing along your side stopped completely.
You felt it immediately, the way your stomach tightened, the way your chest started to feel a little too full.
“Wanda…” you started, softer this time.
She inhaled slowly against your neck.
Not away, not completely, but enough to look at you.
Her hand slid up your arm as she pushed herself up slightly, her weight shifting just enough so you could see her face. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, her lips still flushed, her expression unreadable in a way that made your pulse spike.
“You really like making things complicated, don’t you?” she said quietly.
If anything, her voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.
“That’s not fair,” you murmured, your fingers tightening slightly where they rested against her arm. “I just, I didn’t mean to just… say it like that, it just-”
“It just came out?” She finished gently.
Wanda studied your face for another second.
Then her hand came up, brushing a strand of hair back from your face, her touch lingering just a little longer than necessary.
“You don’t say things like that unless you mean them,” she said.
That made something flicker in her expression.
Her gaze dropped for a moment, like she was collecting herself, before she looked back at you.
And this time… she didn’t deflect.
Her hand slid from your cheek to the side of your neck, her thumb resting just under your jaw.
“You make it very hard for me to keep this where it’s supposed to be,” she admitted quietly.
“Where is it supposed to be?” you asked.
Wanda let out a soft breath, almost like a quiet laugh, but there was no humor in it.
“Simple,” she said. “Contained.”
Her thumb brushed back and forth against your skin.
“This doesn’t feel very safe.”
That earned the smallest hint of a smile.
“No,” she said softly. “It doesn’t.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The weight of everything sat between you, the risk, the secrecy, the feelings neither of you were supposed to have.
Not rushed. Not overwhelming.
She pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
No urgency. No desperation.
Her forehead rested against yours when she pulled back, her eyes closing briefly.
Wanda’s eyes opened again, meeting yours.
There was something steadier there now.
Her hand slid down your arm, her fingers lacing loosely with yours as she shifted beside you instead of over you, pulling you gently with her.
This time when she laid down, she pulled you into her.
Your head rested against her chest, her arm wrapped securely around you.
Her fingers traced slow patterns along your back again, like she hadn’t even realized she was doing it.
But it didn’t feel as fragile anymore.
You felt a type of contentment fall over you, trying to not focus too much on the fact that Wanda hadn’t repeated your slip up of words back to you.
After a while, her lips brushed lightly against your hair.
It wasn’t a command this time. Her words meaning something deeper.
You closed your eyes, settling closer into her.
“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
You both lay there for a few more minutes, eyes closed and Wanda’s fingers moving gently against your skin.
Only the sound of Wanda’s alarm on her phone broke you from your blissful state.
She signed, clicking the button on her phone to silence it.
She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
It lingered just long enough to make your stomach flip again.
“Get dressed,” she murmured against your mouth. “You have class in an hour.”
You were hyper-aware of everything.
The sound of pages turning, keyboards clicking, quiet conversations filling the space before class started.
Wanda stood at the front of the room, completely composed.
Like nothing had happened.
Like you hadn’t spent the night tangled up in her bed.
Like she hadn’t kissed you ten minutes before you walked in.
Like what was happening between you hadn’t taken a new turn.
It was almost impressive.
If it wasn’t driving you insane.
Your leg bounced slightly under the desk as you tried to focus on literally anything else.
“Alright, let’s get started.”
Your eyes flicked up despite yourself.
She was already looking at you.
A flicker of something in her expression, something only you would notice, before she turned away and started the lecture.
After you both tried to ignore each other for the past few weeks, you forgot what it felt like to have Professor Maximoff stare through you.
This was going to be torture.
Not because it was boring, but because every time Wanda moved, every time her voice shifted, every time she walked past your row…
Every glance that lingered just a second too long.
Every subtle shift in tone when she addressed you directly.
No one else would notice.
And it was driving you insane.
Finally, the lecture wrapped up.
“Don’t forget to review chapters six through eight,” Wanda said, gathering her notes. “We’ll be building off that next class.”
Chairs scraped as people started packing up.
You did the same, trying very hard to act normal.
Wanda was already looking at you.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual.
Students filtered out one by one, the room slowly emptying until it was just the two of you.
“What did I do?” you teased lightly.
Wanda raised an eyebrow, stepping down from the front of the room.
“Assuming you did something wrong is very telling.”
“Just covering my bases.”
She stopped in front of your desk.
Her hand came down to rest on the edge of your desk, leaning slightly.
“You were distracted,” she said.
“You’re not very good at hiding it,” she murmured.
Her fingers tapped lightly against the desk, just inches from your hand.
You shifted slightly in your seat.
“You kept looking at me.”
“I have to look at my students.”
Her eyes flicked down to your mouth for just a second.
“You’re imagining things.”
You let out a quiet laugh.
Wanda leaned in just slightly.
Not enough to be inappropriate.
Enough to make your heart race.
“Be careful,” she murmured. “You’re getting bold.”
That made something in her expression shift.
Her hand moved, just slightly, brushing against your fingers.
“Maybe I do,” she admitted quietly.
The air felt heavier now.
Different from last night, but not less.
Wanda straightened slightly, pulling back just enough to put space between you again.
But her eyes didn’t leave yours.
“Walk with me,” she said.
You fell into step beside her as you left the classroom, keeping a careful distance.
Students passed by, completely unaware.
Wanda’s expression shifted back to neutral, but you could feel it, the awareness between you.
You walked in silence for a moment before she spoke again.
She didn’t look at you right away.
“I was thinking,” she said slowly, “we could go somewhere.”
Your steps slowed slightly.
A small, almost shy smile tugging at her lips.
That stopped you completely.
Wanda turned to face you fully now.
Your brain short-circuited a little.
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”
There was something different about her now.
“What about… everything?” you gestured vaguely.
Wanda stepped a little closer.
“We’ll be careful,” she said.
“And we won’t go somewhere we’ll be recognized.”
Your breath caught slightly.
“And you want to?” you asked quietly.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” Repeating her earlier statement.
That did something to you.
You smiled a little despite yourself.
Wanda’s lips curved just slightly more.
“Yeah,” you said, a little breathless. “Okay.”
She held your gaze for a second longer.
“Seven,” she said. “I’ll text you the details.”
“Don’t be late,” she added lightly.
Then turned and walked away.
Leaving you standing there-
And already counting down the hours.
Seven felt like it took forever to come.
By the time you finally settled on a dress, your nerves were already shot.
Your heart immediately started racing.
You grabbed your bag and headed out, trying, and failing, to calm yourself down.
When you stepped outside-
Wanda was leaning casually against her car, dressed down in a way you had never seen before. Dark jeans, a fitted top, her hair loose around her shoulders.
Her eyes found you instantly.
And the way her expression softened?
It hit harder than anything she’d done in private.
For a second, neither of you moved.
Then Wanda pushed herself off the car, stepping closer.
Her gaze flicked over you slowly.
“You look…” she started, then paused slightly, like she was choosing her words.
“Good,” she finished, softer.
The way she said it made heat creep up your neck.
She opened the passenger door for you without another word.
The restaurant was quieter than you expected.
Dim lighting, low conversations, the kind of place where no one really paid attention to anyone else.
Which was probably the point.
Wanda pulled your chair out for you before sitting across from you, her movements calm, deliberate, like she’d done this a hundred times before.
You, on the other hand, were trying very hard not to overthink every little thing.
“So,” you said, glancing around briefly before looking back at her, “is this where you take all your… secret dates?”
Wanda didn’t even hesitate.
Her tone was dry, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
You leaned back slightly in your chair.
“That’s because you assume I’m constantly doing things I shouldn’t be.”
“Are you not?” you shot back.
Wanda tilted her head, studying you.
“Not usually,” she said. “You’re… a recent development.”
That made your stomach flip in a way you couldn’t hide.
You looked down at the menu just to give yourself something to do.
“Good to know I’m corrupting you.”
Wanda huffed out a quiet laugh.
“I implied,” she corrected, “that you have very poor timing.”
You smiled slightly at that, glancing back up at her.
“Didn’t seem like bad timing last night.”
“No,” she admitted softly. “It didn’t.”
The waiter came by then, breaking the moment just enough for you to breathe again. You both ordered, the small distraction helping settle your nerves slightly.
But the second you were alone again…
Wanda picked up her glass, taking a small sip before setting it back down.
“You were nervous,” she said suddenly.
That shouldn’t have felt as intimate as it did.
You considered it for a second.
Wanda nodded like she expected that.
You let out a small breath, glancing down at your hands.
You gestured lightly between the two of you.
“Yes. This. Us. Sitting at dinner like we’re-” you paused, searching for the word.
Wanda didn’t answer right away.
Her fingers tapped lightly against the side of her glass, her gaze drifting for a moment before returning to you.
“I don’t think normal is the word I would use,” she said finally.
“Then what would you use?”
Her lips curved slightly.
“That feels more accurate.”
A small silence settled between you again, but this one felt easier.
Wanda leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze softening as she looked at you.
“You’re different here,” she said.
“Less guarded,” she replied. “You talk more.”
“You challenge me in class,” she corrected. “This is different.”
You smiled a little at that.
“No,” Wanda said immediately.
It made something warm settle in your chest.
You weren’t sure you’d ever heard Wanda describe anything like this as nice.
“You’re different too,” you said after a moment.
That caught her attention.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re not… intimidating right now.”
“I’m always intimidating.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“I’m serious. You’re… softer.”
The second the word left your mouth, you thought maybe you’d gone too far.
But Wanda didn’t pull away.
If anything, she just watched you more closely.
“Do you prefer me like this?” she asked.
Your breath caught slightly.
Her eyebrow lifted slightly.
“I like both,” you admitted. “This… and the way you are when you’re-”
Wanda leaned forward just slightly.
“When I’m what?” she pressed.
“I want to hear you say it.”
You glanced down for a second before looking back up at her.
“When you’re… in control.”
Her expression shifted immediately.
“And which do you like more?” she asked quietly.
You leaned forward slightly too, closing just a bit of the space between you.
“Depends what mood I’m in.”
“Careful,” she murmured. “You’re flirting with me.”
“Isn’t that the point of a date?”
For a second, Wanda just looked at you.
And whatever she saw, it softened her completely.
“Yeah,” she said quietly.
The drive back was quieter.
Every second felt heavier than the last.
When she pulled up outside your place, neither of you moved right away.
You turned toward her slightly.
“For the date?” she asked.
“Do you want to come inside?” you asked, your voice quieter now.
Wanda’s eyes flicked to yours immediately.
Something darker slipped into her expression.
“Are you asking me as your professor,” she said slowly, “or as the person you just went on a date with?”
You leaned a little closer.
Wanda reached for you immediately, her hand coming up to cup your jaw as she pulled you into a kiss.
Like she’d been holding back all night.
Your hand gripped lightly at her shirt as you kissed her back, your body already leaning into hers.
“Inside,” she murmured against your lips.
You didn’t need to be told twice.
Inside, everything slowed.
You dropped your bag near the couch without thinking, the door clicking shut behind you.
Wanda was already there when you turned.
Not distantly. Not casually.
Like she’d been doing it all night and finally didn’t have to pretend otherwise.
You moved toward the sink, grabbing a glass just to give your hands something to do. The water ran longer than it needed to.
“You’re still thinking too much,” she said.
You leaned back against the counter, taking a sip. “You just like pointing it out.”
She was closer now. Close enough that it didn’t feel like a conversation anymore.
Your mind flickered briefly to the last time she’d been in your room like this.
Wanda shook her head once. “No.”
The quiet stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. Just suspended.
Her hand came up, fingers sliding under your chin, tilting your face toward her.
“You’re doing that again.”
A small smile. “I already did.”
It landed like something familiar, your body responding immediately, your hand sliding into her shirt, pulling her closer before she even had to.
Wanda stepped into you fully, her hand finding your waist, steadying you as the kiss deepened.
Her mouth moved from yours, trailing along your jaw, down your neck, your head tipping back against the wall as her hands slipped under your shirt, fingers pressing into your hips.
Your body shifted into her without thinking.
Not stopping you. Just controlling it.
Your back pressed more firmly into the counter as she moved you with her, her body fully against yours now.
Everything about it felt settled.
Wanda pulled back just enough to look at you, her breathing steady even when yours wasn’t.
You followed without hesitation, steps uneven for a second before you reached the bed. The edge of the mattress hit the back of your legs and you sat, eyes still on her.
Her hands slid up your thighs as she stepped between them, pushing you back onto the bed in one smooth motion.
You sank into the sheets as she followed you down, one hand braced beside your head, the other still holding you where she wanted you.
Her gaze moved over you slowly.
Your hands reached for her again, pulling her down before she could take her time.
That earned the faintest shift in her expression, something pleased, something quieter.
Then she kissed you again.
Your hands moved between you, pushing her shirt up, and she let you, only pulling back long enough to get rid of it before she was over you again.
Skin against skin changed the pace.
Your breath hitched, hands sliding over her back as she settled between your legs, keeping you open without needing to force it.
Her hand moved down your side again, slower now, more deliberate, before settling at your hip and pressing you more firmly into the mattress.
Not stopping. Just controlling.
Her mouth dropped to your neck again, slower, her breath warm against your skin as she lingered there.
Your grip tightened, your body already following every small shift she made.
Then her hand slid lower, guiding your leg wider, settling herself more firmly between you.
But everything after it wasn’t.
She came back to your mouth, the kiss heavier now, her weight anchoring you fully into the bed.
Your hands moved over her, pulling her closer, chasing contact she was already controlling.
Wanda followed every time.
Her hands slid up your thighs slowly, pushing the fabric higher as she settled between them, her weight pressing you back into the mattress in a way that made your breath catch.
“I was thinking about this all dinner,” she said quietly, eyes still on you. “Watching you sit there like nothing was happening.”
Your fingers found her shoulders immediately, grounding yourself in her.
“Yeah?” you asked softly.
Wanda’s mouth barely tilted.
“I wasn’t doing a good job pretending.”
That pulled a faint exhale from you.
Her hands didn’t stop moving. The dress shifted higher with each deliberate motion, until there was barely anything left between you and her touch.
She leaned down, mouth brushing your jaw, your neck, slow enough that it felt intentional instead of rushed. Her teeth grazing sensitive skin before her tongue soothed the sting.
You arched into her, a soft moan escaping your lips. Wanda's free hand reached down her own body, fingers deftly unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down.
She slid off the bed just enough to rid herself of the rest of her clothing, leaving her standing there in black lace.
Your breath caught but before you had a chance to take all of her in, she was already climbing back on top of you, fingers gripping the hem of your dress. You partially sat up, helping her pull it the rest of the way off of you.
Wanda’s lips found yours again quickly.
Her hand slipped down to firmly grip your thigh, holding you open against her as she adjusted her position between your legs.
The pressure of her body made everything sharper, more immediate.
You shifted toward her instinctively.
“Not yet,” she said softly. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you..."
She didn't finish the sentence, but you understood. Let me show you what I can't say yet.
Your breath hitched anyway.
Her mouth found your collarbone again, slower this time, dragging the moment out until your hands tightened on her shoulders.
She stayed there for a second longer than necessary, like she liked the reaction she was getting.
Then her hand moved lower, unhurried, controlled, making you forget what you were thinking about before she even touched anything properly.
She touched you over your panties. You could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric, a sticky coating on Wanda’s fingers.
You exhaled her name under your breath without meaning to.
That got a small shift in her expression.
“You’ve been like this all night?” she asked quietly.
Your answer came out honest before you could stop it. “Yes.”
That did something to her.
She didn’t say anything for a moment after that.
Then she leaned in again, mouth back at your neck, slower now but heavier in intention, like she’d decided something she wasn’t going to say out loud.
Her hand stayed firm on you, guiding your body exactly how she wanted it without needing to explain anything.
Like she had all the time in the world, and she planned on using it.
You reached down to your hips, thumbs hooking into your panties, pushing them down.
Wanda pulled away from your neck to look between you both, watching as you pushed your panties further down your thighs.
She pulled back enough to help you pull them the rest of the way off, tossing them to the floor.
Her fingers immediately went to slide through your folds, a smile gracing her lips.
Wanda breathed against your ear. "Were you thinking about this at dinner?"
"Yes," you gasped as Wanda's fingers found your clit, circling with maddening lightness. "God, yes. I could barely focus on what you were saying."
Wanda's laugh was low and pleased. "Good. I want you distracted. I want you thinking about me all the time, the way I think about you."
The confession made your chest tighten.
You reached for her again but she pulled back, eyes gleaming in the low lighting of your room.
She leaned back down slowly, lips brushing against yours before sliding them down your jaw and neck.
She began to kiss down your chest, her fingers still against you.
Lips trailed down your stomach. Tongue following.
When Wanda's mouth finally reached the apex of your thighs, you were already trembling.
Wanda looked up at you, holding your gaze as she pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.
"I think about you constantly," Wanda said, her breath hot against sensitive skin. "In class, in my office, in my bed at night. I think about the sounds you make, the way you taste, the way you say my name when you come."
Before you could respond, Wanda's tongue was on you, licking a slow stripe through your folds that made you cry out.
Wanda moaned against you, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through your body.
"God, you taste so good," Wanda murmured, her tongue circling your clit with practiced precision. "I could do this for hours. Just make you fall apart over and over again."
Your hands fisted in the sheets as Wanda worked you with her mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on your clit.
Wanda slid two fingers inside, curling to hit that perfect spot.
Your back arched off the bed.
"That's it," Wanda encouraged, her voice thick with arousal. "Let me hear you. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."
The possessiveness in her tone sent you spiraling. You were close, so close, and Wanda knew it.
She increased the pressure of her tongue, her fingers pumping faster, and you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
"Come for me," Wanda commanded. "Come on my tongue, baby. Let me feel you."
The endearment, so rare from Wanda's lips, was what pushed you over the edge.
You cried out Wanda's name, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
Wanda didn't stop, working you through it until you were oversensitive and trembling.
When Wanda finally pulled back, her lips were glistening, her eyes dark with satisfaction.
She crawled back up your body, kissing them deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue.
Your hands slid down Wanda's back, finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it.
Wanda allowed you to remove it, then her underwear, until she was completely bare above you.
You could smell her arousal and your hands desperately reached out for her.
Wanda positioned herself over you so your bodies were pressed together, skin to skin, and began to move.
The friction of her body against your oversensitive clit made you gasp, but Wanda captured the sound with her mouth, kissing you deeply as she grinded against you.
"I need you," Wanda breathed, and there was a rawness in her voice that you had never heard before. "I need to feel you. I need-"
She broke off with a moan as your hands found her hips, guiding her movements. You could feel how wet Wanda was, could feel her clit sliding against your own, and the intimacy of it made your chest ache.
"I've got you," you whispered, your hands steady on Wanda's hips even as your own body trembled. "I've got you, Wanda. Let go."
Wanda's eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw everything, the fear, the desire, the desperate need to surrender.
Then Wanda was kissing you again, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
"Touch me," Wanda gasped against your mouth. "Please, I need-"
You slid a hand between your bodies, finding Wanda's clit and circling it with firm pressure.
Wanda's moan was broken, vulnerable, and she buried her face in your neck as her hips moved faster.
"That's it," you encouraged, your voice soft but steady. "You're so beautiful like this. So perfect. I love watching you lose control."
"You-" Wanda's voice was wrecked, desperate. "I'm going to-"
"Come for me," you whispered, echoing Wanda's earlier command. "Let me feel you come apart."
Wanda's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out against your neck. You held her through it, your fingers gentle now, soothing, as Wanda trembled in your arms.
For a long moment, you stayed like that, Wanda collapsed on top of you, your bodies still pressed together, both of you breathing hard. Then Wanda lifted her head, and you saw tears glistening in her eyes that she refused to let fall.
"Hey," you said softly, reaching up to brush them away. "Are you okay?"
Wanda nodded, a small, shaky laugh escaping her. "I'm just-" She paused, searching for words. "I'm not used to feeling this much."
You pulled Wanda down for a gentle kiss, pouring everything you felt into it. When you pulled back, Wanda was looking at you with such open affection that it took your breath away.
"Stay," you whispered. "Stay with me tonight."
Wanda smiled, soft and genuine. "I'm not going anywhere."
She shifted to lie beside you in the narrow bed, pulling you close so you were tucked against her chest. You could hear her heartbeat, still racing, gradually slowing to match your own.
"This is new for me," Wanda said quietly, her fingers tracing patterns on your bare shoulder. "Staying. Being... this."
"What is 'this'?" you asked, though you thought you knew.
Wanda was quiet for a moment. "Happy," she finally said. "Scared. Hopeful. All of it at once."
You pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "I'm scared too. But I'm not going anywhere either."
Wanda's arms tightened around you. "I know I can't give you everything you deserve. Not yet. But I'm trying. I want you to know that I'm trying."
"I know," you said softly. "And that's enough. You're enough."
You felt Wanda's breath hitch, felt her press a kiss to the top of your head.
You both lay there in the darkness of the dorm room, wrapped in each other, and for the first time since this all began, you felt like you were building something real. Something that might actually last.
"Thank you," Wanda whispered, so quietly you almost missed it.
"For being patient with me. For seeing me and not running away."
You tilted your head up to look at her. "I could never run away from you. I thought I made it clear last night that you're it for me, Wanda. You're everything."
Wanda's eyes shimmered in the dim light filtering through the window. She didn't say the words back, but she kissed you with such tenderness, such devotion, that words felt unnecessary.
You fell asleep like that, tangled together in the too-small bed, and for the first time in weeks, neither of you had nightmares.
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