pairing ★ older!nun!wanda x masc!fem!reverend!reader
synopsis ★ (based on this ask) a 1950s church au, set somewhere loosely in europe, in which a reverend and a nun serving at a cathedral harbour forbidden feelings for each other, where love intertwines with religion in a sacred romance.
warnings ★ explicit content (minors dni), pwp, reader has a cock, virgin!reader but not for long ;), you have a thing for older women, wanda is a tease, no daddy/mommy kink (sorry, it didn't really fit for wanda), but something else fit inside wanda (wink wink)
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“The Lord be with you.”
“And with your spirit.”
Wanda stands for the final blessing, eyes shut in devout faithfulness. As the choral voices utter the hauntingly beautiful concluding hymn, she exhales softly, letting the singing resound around each panel of glass in the tall cathedral.
Harmonic minor chords echo from the organ, as the acolytes walk down the aisle. Voices rise in harmony. Little altar boys trip over their feet. The older wardens are grim with wrinkles set into aged skin.
And then there is you.
Illuminated by the tinted light is your set face, cloaked in your black vestments and as regal as ever. Wanda watches under her white veil, poised hands and craned neck.
Wanda was not oblivious that her want for you was forbidden. A deep sin, for the two of you were devout servers of the church. It went against everything she had been taught since she was a first year at Westview Catholic High, but then again, you were the fount of her desires, and it was as simple as that.
As you walk past her solemnly, Wanda catches your eye. She can see you stiffen under her stare ablaze, swallowing a lump in the back of your throat, and victory glints in Wanda’s lowered gaze.
She had to be patient.
Once the mass proceedings were over, you stood outside the cathedral, all gentle smiles and warm hands. It was no secret that you were a crowd favourite amongst the pent-up housewives of Westview and repressed nuns of the church.
How could they not, after all, with the way your dark garments hugged your stately figure, broad and wide and lined with unspoken strength. You were polite, and respectful, and far too innocent for your own good.
Wanda stands by the entrance of the church, watching you get swarmed by the ladies like a high school heartthrob.
It was okay, she was content with waiting.
“Reverend L/N,” A middle-aged lady calls, clutching onto your forearm. You smile kindly at her, recognising Pepper, the suburban mom down at 5th and Street. “Yes, Miss Potts, how was today’s service?”
“Absolutely splendid,” She gushes shamelessly, clasping your hands and stepping in far too close. “Your gospel was so moving.”
The overt affection is cloying to Wanda’s senses, only heightened by her distaste for Pepper’s dress. There was simply no reason why her Beatnik dress had to be so low-cut.
Your other arm is not safe from the clutches of Sister Agatha. She was the most experienced of the nuns and had basically claimed her stake on you since you were assigned to the church. Suddenly, hands caress the dip of your tricep to your bicep.
“Excuse me, Miss Potts,” Agatha says snidely. “Reverend L/N has to get back to her duties, if you’ll allow us.” You swallow at the way her perfume scent overtakes your senses, only magnifying the heat under your robes.
The mom is evidently put off by this, along with the other ladies of the church, some with babies on their hips and without their husbands.
You, on the other hand, stand awkwardly amongst the crowd of ladies, their eyes feasting upon you like a predator eagle.
Even then, Wanda could see the effect that it had on you, ever the innocent and inexperienced. With a pair of ample assets pressed up against your muscled forearm, and a feminine hand wrapped around your bicep, there was no hiding the flush in your face and the telltale tent in your robes.
“I- I have to go,” you say suddenly. You retract your arms, as if scorned, worry clouding your expression. You make your way through the crowd of women, embarrassed and ashamed, leaving many disappointed women in your wake.
A smile crawls up Wanda’s face as she watches you attempt to retreat back into your office.
She ducks behind the wall of the corridor. As your hurried footsteps approach, Wanda steps out, as if walking in the opposite direction from you.
“Oof!” The two of you collide comically (intentionally), as Wanda’s hands fly to your arms for support. She dramatically falls forward into your wide embrace, unnecessarily clumsy — but you don’t know any better, profusely apologising to Wanda.
“Sister Wanda!” You say breathlessly, gripping onto her hips unconsciously, unbeknownst to the effect it had on the older woman. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were just around the corner. Why, I seem to be out of sorts as of late.”
Wanda is more than content to run her gloved hands up your arms, shaking her head dutifully.
“I was looking for you, actually,” she says with a kind smile, noting the way your throat bobs as you hold her by her slim waist, entirely transfixed.
Sister Wanda was beautiful like the night, pale moonlight and soft silk. Dainty fingertips clutch the rosary beads, and you yearned to lift up her white veil to see the ethereality that lay beneath.
It seemed like an eternity before you snapped out of your trance, stepping back and coughing into your hand.
Wanda would think you were a fool if you believed she couldn’t see the issue in your pants, filling up quite a lot more space than it normally did. It excited Wanda to no end, as the fabric covering your body shifted across your planes of muscles as you moved back.
“Yes, I- uhm,” you clear your throat distractedly. “What queries did you have, again?”
“Ah,” Wanda says easily, tilting her head in amusement at your innocence. “Regarding mass, of course.”
Your brows furrow, terribly hiding your visible disappointment. Wanda could almost giggle at your dejectedness. It was no matter, that issue of yours would be remedied soon.
“I was wondering if I could visit your office tonight?” Wanda asks innocently. “I’ve been having these… thoughts, and I would like to share them with someone I trust.”
“Someone you trust,” you echo, folding your arms and feeling your heart rate pick up exponentially at the sentiment that Sister Wanda trusted you. “Of course, Sister. As a preacher and a friend, I would gladly aid you in any troubles.”
“Any?” Wanda asks, and you swear you see a twinkling sparkle of mischief behind that white veil. “I guess only time will tell. Until then, Reverend, goodbye.”
Sister Wanda disappears down the lane of grey concrete, losing you in the corner wall of red brick, leaving you with a lot more to comprehend than just your hummingbird-esque thrumming heart.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི ⋆ ♱ ⋆ ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
Ten o’clock strikes the clock tower at the Town Square, a dull and permeating sound that resurfaces you from your listless floating.
You hadn’t been able to focus on anything all day after your interaction with Wanda. Anticipation ate you up from the inside out, affecting the quality of your sermons, although your crowd of admirers never weaned.
There was only one woman you cared for, though.
“Reverend L/N?” A sweet voice asks from beyond the shut door, and you shoot up with vigour that could rival Elvis performing Hound Dog. (You’d seen a clip of it on the television the other day — that young man was a star in the making.)
When you finally manage to fumble open the door handle, all the breath gets stolen from your weeping heart, and you may as well be laying in your casket because it looks like it’s your funeral.
To your utter demise and beseeching joy, Wanda Maximoff stands before you looking like a Renaissance painting handcrafted by Michaelangelo himself. What with her white veil removed to expose the delicacy of her beautiful face you long to caress, and her hair let down to fall in soft curls, and a smile playing on her glossy lips — you’re gone, already, before she even steps inside.
Wanda lets herself in, brushes past you and leaves you dazed in her wake.
“So, shall we begin with an opening prayer?”
Regretfully, you’re unable to devote your entire concentration upon the given task. You’d say you weren’t totally at fault, though — Wanda looked different today, a good kind of different, one that made you feel lighter than you ever had.
“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,” Wanda recites, hands clasped as she looks down. “Amen,” you close off, placing your beaded rosary back into your drawer.
You look up to see the older woman regarding you with an unreadable expression, the reflection from your dim ceiling light flickering in her viridescent eyes. It lights a fire within you, a desire for something you can’t quite place.
The ticking of your Peter table-clock seems too loud, all of a sudden, and Wanda’s gaze overwhelms your very sentience. You get a premonition, somewhere in the back of your mind, that this scene is going to unfold in a way you wouldn’t be prepared for.
“It’s rather warm in here, isn’t it?” Wanda voices abruptly, breaking the tense silence that had settled above the two of you.
You shoot up too quickly, banging your knee on your desk, then clearing your throat. “Well, it is nearing summer, Sister,” you answer with a strained voice. You can feel Wanda’s eyes on you as you pace the room to switch on the ceiling fan.
When you turn back around after fumbling with the power switch, your jaw slackens at the sight of Wanda. Oh.
She’s undressing before your very eyes, mumbling something about the irritatingly warm weather your brain doesn’t even begin to process, because you could swear up and down you’d never seen such beauty before.
“Well, I should get into it before the night drags on,” Wanda speaks, her voice a thousand miles away. Hopeless devotion swirls in your wandering gaze, focusing upon the silk black negligee that is revealed from under her robes — you don’t stop to think about the practicality of such clothing, foolish as you are — and the matching black high-rise stockings of hers do you in.
“Reverend L/N?” Sister Wanda asks, snapping you out of your fantastical trance, sending a sharp jolt to your growing member. A toying smile plays on her lips, one you don’t notice out of sheer embarrassment, her tone husking with a velvet lilt.
“Y-yes, Sister,” you say, sitting back down firmly in your seat and wishing you could scare your growing shaft into mellowing down, because you were certain you were already staining your undergarments. “Excuse my, uh, carelessness. Please, continue.”
“I’ve been having these…… thoughts, as of late,” Wanda begins, sitting forward, unhelpfully pronouncing her cleavage. “Sleepless nights, dreams in the morning. Fantasy, but not quite. Yearning would be a more apt description, wouldn’t it, for something that you crave so dearly when you know it’s impossible to attain.”
You’re lost, a little hazy between the lines, caught somewhere between comprehending Wanda’s speech and staring wide-eyed at her chest.
“What do you mean?” you ask, suddenly breathless, choking under your stifling garments and feeling unbearably warm in the heat of your enclosed office.
Your big hands flex and release, toying with something, anything, to distract you, and the older nun is prone to gazing hungrily.
“Sex,” Wanda finally states unabashedly, and you choke on stilled air and the scent of old books.
Sex.
“S-sex?” You ask, heat rushing to your ears, praying that you’d misheard or something of the sort, but at the same time more alive than you’d ever been.
“Yes, Reverend L/N, sex. It’s dirty, and raw, and everything we’ve been taught not to pay heed to,” Wanda begins in a breathless rush of eagerness, and you’re swept along in her unstoppable hurricane, on the brink of something inexplicable.
“But oh, it feels so good, and I crave it more than anything. More than life itself, if that’s even possible, because this desire is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And, mark my language and bless the Lord above, but Christ — I’ve never yearned for this object of my desires so deeply and intrinsically. Someone, to be specific.”
You listen with a distant look in your eyes, your brainwaves fusing somewhere between “dirty” and “raw”. Still, your heart lurches at the prospect of another competitor for your forbidden love.
“Someone?” you ask, leaning back into your armchair and folding your arms. Your faux composure juxtaposes your thundering heart, as you die in anticipation and perhaps something dirtier.
“Yes,” Wanda simply states. She tilts her head, furrows her brows as if contemplating something. Then she nods, self-assuredly, and before you can get another word out, the older nun seals your fate.
“That someone is you.”
You’d always been a believer, but in that moment your heart transcends the physical boundaries of life before death, and you ascend to heaven and see the pearly gates, before Lucifer strikes you down to an undeniable reality.
“You think of me…… indecently?” You ask, almost a whisper, as if fearful of waiting ears on this cathedral’s dead night.
“Once again, yes. Call me presumptuous, but I believe your rock-solid erection is telling of the mutual lust we share, Reverend.”
You splutter, just now realising your uncooperative dick is nearly at full-mast.
“But,” you try, licking your lips in an anxious motion that has the older nun intently more aroused. “I’m— I’m not too experienced in that prospect, Sister. Not that I’m declining your request, definitely not, I— I simply fear I’m no good at satiating your needs.”
“You could never disappoint me,” Wanda responds in a sweet tone, and your heart explodes in some unexplored liking for older women’s approval.
Wanda stands up, and your gaze follows your esteemed temptress. “Besides,” she adds, her voice carrying a lightness you’d never heard before. “Experimenting is half the fun, isn’t it?”
It feels as though no time passes before Wanda is standing before you, a light hand tilting your head up as you become still in your seat, her right thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.
“Well, Sister, I suppose you’re right as always,” you answer breathlessly, a hand going to cup the smooth curve of her waist.
Each breath feels like rarest air as your eyes flutter shut, waiting patiently for the slow dip of Wanda’s head, as she brings you into a fated, ceremonial sealing of warm lips.
Wanda moves in a controlled manner at first, clearly more experienced than you, methodically moving her lips in a rocking motion as you find your pace.
Gradually, as a simple kiss grows lacking in the face of your burning passion and Wanda’s tentativeness fades away, you deepen the kiss, slanting your mouth against the nun’s, almost like you’d done it a thousand times, like it was meant to be.
Two pairs of lips move in haunting remembrance, cascading like the ebb and flow of a wave, the tide that washes over you in saintly baptism, cloaking you with the gentleness of an angel’s wings.
“Oh,” Wanda murmurs against your lips, a tiny gasp slipping from her mouth as your hands eagerly slide over the curve of her ass, devotional, wanting.
She straddles your waist, comfortably sat in your lap. It takes Herculean self-restraint for you to not to moan at the expanse of soft skin pressed against your robes.
“You’re certainly eager, aren’t you,” Wanda quips with a satisfied sigh, hands running up and over your arms and torso, certainly soaking in the new closeness that propriety once prevented.
“I am,” you utter dazedly, hands desperately palming at every inch of Wanda you can find, trying to memorise every curve and blemish. This moment, right here, was a sacred happening you’d only fantasised on the dirtiest nights, in some hopeless damnation of your unrequited love.
Requited indeed it was, and you’d never been more receptive to being proved wrong, as Wanda leisurely grinds on the bulge in your robes, controlling your pleasure like the puppeteer of a marionette.
“Too many clothes,” she groans, as you helplessly begin bucking your hips into the rocking motions of her hips. Your acquiescence comes in the form of the frantic removal of your robes, Wanda nearly ripping off your pants underneath. It leaves you feeling awfully exposed in a tight-fitting white tee and grey boyshorts.
Uneven exhales resound in the space between the two of you,
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whisper, embarrassment tainting the tips of your ears and a flush that races down your neck.
“How could I not, my sweet,” Wanda answers in a sweet murmur, delicate lips trailing down the column of your neck as she shifts on your lap. “You’re perfect.”
Your eyes flutter shut as Wanda’s hand slips down the band of your boyshorts, pulling out your cock as it springs out of its confinement. It’s big, you know it is, and you watch in anticipation as Wanda’s eyes darken several shades.
“It’s alright?” You ask, albeit tentatively, gripping the base of your cock to stop yourself from climaxing right then and there. “I’ve never— you know.”
“More than alright, darling,” Wanda murmurs with crescented eyelids, tracing the winding vein on the left side, fingertips rubbing at your tip in some sort of wonderment.
The sheer size difference of her pale hand and your thick cock changes your brain on a chemical level, and you think that this is going to be embarrassingly quick.
“Wanda,” you pant into the open air, your voice hoarse and your gaze hungry. Her hand furiously jackhammers up and down the length of your thick shaft, from base to tip, spraying droplets of pre-cum all over the both of you.
You let out an almost-whine as you throw your head back, chasing that warm heat that’d only ever been a part of your most sinful dreams. Wanda must be an expert at this, you think, as her thumb rubs your sensitive tip with each hard thrust of her hand.
“I’m gonna— fuck, oh God,” you gasp, and Wanda quietens you by pulling you into a messy kiss. Tongues envelop one another, and it’s sloppy, and wet, but pleasure is coursing through your bloodstream, ferocious devotion in an excruciatingly fast hurdle to a preordained climax.
“Wanda, you have to stop, or I’m gonna—”
“Isn’t that the whole point, darling? Do it inside.”
Wanda lifts her hips, revealing her wet heat to your starry gaze. It looks like some delicate flower you’d find in a faraway field, except it was something you craved to feel, and suddenly the desire in your stomach is unbearable and you move with frantic urgency.
You groan as your tip brushes against her velvet wetness, finally, collecting trails of slick to make it even more damp than it was prior. Wanda sinks downward with a shaky exhale, and the soft heat that envelops your shaft is the holiest shrine you’d ever chanced upon.
“Wanda,” you say, swallowing, big hands moving to grip at her hips, slowly opening her up with each inch.
Eventually, the slow pace drives you to the edge of insanity, and you begin your freefall with an abrupt change of heart. All too soon, the atmosphere surrounding the two of you becomes hot, rough, dirty — just like how Wanda explained it, fulfilling the filthiest fantasies of two wandering minds.
“Y/N!” Wanda calls out, panting, locks of hair falling out of place as you roughly manhandle her hips up and down your thick length.
Her delightful moans are heaven to your ears, as your fingers dig into plush skin, a sweetness naught would remove from your reach.
"I'm close," she whines into your ear, the fabric of her negligee clinging to flushed skin, your boyshorts all damp with your bodily fluids.
She slides down and up at a lightning-fast pace, both of you desperately chasing down each other's pleasure. Her pussy constricts your thick shaft in a tight hold, and your hands are none the better, palming at her ass.
"Oh, God," the older nun whines, when you increase the pace in a last-ditch attempt, the sound of bare skin meeting enveloping the room in a heady, aroused mess.
Your eyes find the crucifix across the room just before you tip over that edge one would view in reverence, hurtling downwards like Lucifer with his tainted lips, calling out Wanda's name in a breathless cry—
And there is devotion in your shared sin, breathless cries spilling from tainted lips, where grace is found in a mismatched harmony, and two sinners turn away from repentance.
"Oh!" Wanda cries out, thighs wrapping around your torso, head thrown back in a picture of evangelical reverence.
You think Wanda is the only altar you’d ever need, prayerless faithfulness in devout worship, a lowly pilgrim knelt before a holy shrine. “Fuck,” you breathe, as Wanda collapses above you, soft pants gradually becoming steady again.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” Sister Wanda — no, just Wanda — whispers, still straddling your lap with her palms pressed to the sides of your face in a gentle cradle. “Thank the heavens I found you.”
“What happens next?” You ask. There is a tremble in your voice, a fear of the unknown. There were prying eyes of religious watchers, where critical judgement of the queer community was prevalent in this time, where bravery did not always triumph over prejudice.
“What happens to us?”
Wanda’s lips brush against your forehead, her gentleness lulling you into utopia. “Only God knows, my love,” she whispers back.
It is then that you realise it didn’t matter, anyways, wherever you’d end up, as long as it was with your sacred, sanctimonial love.
so... how was that in all of its religious and horny imagery?? haven't written for wanda in forever omg. can yall spot the ttpd lyrics lol (side note: ttpd has some of the most profound lyrics i’ve ever heard, i can only aspire to achieve that level of literary greatness.)
reblog please literally getting down on my knees atp
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The love affair between Evelyn Hugo and Celia St. James spanned for 41 years.
They first met on the set of Little Women in 1959 when Evelyn was 21 and Celia was 19/20.
They were together for about 3 years until they had their 1st breakup in 1962. Evelyn was 24 and Celia was 23.
They spent 5 years apart until in 1967, they reunited inside a bathroom at the Academy Awards. Evelyn was 29 and Celia was 28.
They were together for 9 years until they had their 2nd breakup in 1976. Evelyn was 38 and Celia was 37.
This time, they spend 12 years apart until in 1988, they reconnect through letters before once again reuniting and rekindling their love. Evelyn was 50 and Celia was 49.
They manage to get back the decade and 2 years they lost as they spend 12 years together until Celia’s death in 2000. Evelyn was 62 and Celia was 61.
Evelyn and Celia spent a total of 24 years together and 17 years apart, non-consecutively.
But the two loved each other all throughout the 41 years. Not once did they stop loving the other. Although in the end they express their regret of losing all that time, what’s important is that their hearts always remained with one another.
They always managed to find their way back to each other.
And in the end, they were able to spend their last years together as wives.
**EDIT (01/16/22): Additionally, Evelyn went on to spend 17 years without Celia until her death in 2017. Making their years apart equal to a total of 34 years. So the two spent a total of 24 years together and 34 years apart, non-consecutively. Equaling to 58 years of love between Evelyn Hugo and Celia St. James till both their deaths.
summary: professor maximoff asks you out on a date.
content warnings: MINORS DNI! fluff, smut, college au!, unspecified age gap, professor!wanda, student!reader, bit of alcohol consumption, smut; service top!wanda, power bottom!reader kinda, making out, marking, fingering and oral (r! receiving), overstimulation, little bit of a praise kink
word count: 9.5k
note: i’ve been meaning to write another professor!wanda and black cat!reader fic so wrote this as kind of a prequel to AFTER CLASS but it’s long overdue lol. i hope u like it!
You always came to class early. That was the first thing she noticed about you. But, there was something about the way you entered her lecture hall for the first time, sitting just a few rows away from her desk, close enough for her to see you without anyone getting in the way. It was something about you that was so endearing. She just couldn’t figure out what exactly it was about you that made her stomach flutter and her heart beat faster than it typically does. Usually dressed in a skirt that gracefully swayed with each step and a cozy sweater that hugged your figure, you never failed to greet her with a shy smile each day you entered the room, and each time she swooned. Too cute. It was like that for the first few months: watching the door patiently to see when you would walk in, stealing glances your way when you were seated in front of her as she taught, or occasionally looking over the book she was reading while you were taking a test, reading a book, or working on notes. She couldn’t help it. It also didn’t help that you were not only beautiful but smart, too. Every test, assignment, and project she had given out, you nailed them with ease, almost like you'd already mastered the subject prior to her teachings. Perfect was what you were. She thought about it every day.
As each day passed, Wanda always looked forward to the days when you would enter her class. And she wasn’t trying to be a creep about it in any way, but she couldn’t help but look… and wonder. She wondered about what you were like outside of her class, if you were just as reserved and quiet as you were in here or if you were bubbly and talked a lot, and what your voice sounded like. You were quiet. And it wasn’t a quality that she didn’t like at all; in fact, it only made her more intrigued, like you were a mystery that she wanted to solve. In the quiet moments, when the world slowed down, her thoughts would invariably drift to you—your earnest gaze, your subtle smiles, the way your eyes seemed to light up the room.
But despite the elation of her thoughts of you, she makes sure to remind herself why you were here in the first place: you were her student. And for your professor to have such thoughts about one of her students, it was wrong. She knew this from the beginning. But try as she might to suppress her emotions, Wanda found herself captivated by your presence anyway.
And she really tried, to be fair. She tried to ignore her thoughts of you in her head, but she could only do so much. In the end, she couldn’t resist asking you to meet her after class during her office hours. She’d try multiple times to find the most credible excuse to get you to stay, and usually, she’d opt for subjects regarding your work and even ask you if you were interested in being a teacher’s assistant. Who in their right mind would decline that offer? You’d get paid on top of being alone in the same room with your favorite professor—the, despite her intimidating looks, easygoing professor that you had been fond of since day one. In fact, everyone liked her. Most of the students thought she was hot anyway, which you had to agree on as well.
The work she had you do was simple, for the most part. Grading papers and organizing paperwork and files for her were the most common tasks she gave you. Eventually she had you read a few essays and reports, asking you to judge how well they were written. Wanda thought of it as a learning experience—to read, collect your thoughts, elaborate, and then discuss with you on that same subject. It was a little nerve-racking, to say the least, but really, you enjoyed every second you spent with this professor. Especially since she was so nice to you.
And you’d be lying if you said you had never noticed her lingering eyes on you on several occasions. Sometimes she stands behind your seat and leans over to see your assignments, and you can smell her sweet perfume and feel her breath against the top of your head. Then, you’d be lying a second time if you said it didn’t make your stomach flutter each time she got close to you.
Of course, with the quiet moments you shared together each week, you began to notice some things you'd never noticed before: how she's unable to get to work without a hot cup of tea using that old, faded, and chipped mug that the university gave her a couple years ago, how she spends an extra few minutes in her office at the end of each day because she always misplaces her ID card, or how she constantly has her nose stuck in a book—a poetry book you’d often see, when she wasn’t reading those one of those meaty, mind-bending volumes.
And as time went by, you also began to notice more and more the way she would look at you. It wasn’t as if you were completely oblivious to her stares. You could see clearly when her eyes would linger a little longer than necessary, occasionally catching the flicker of a smile that your professor seemed to suppress. It was as if you had developed a sixth sense for each time her demeanor shifted or her eyes would trace over you, just as she was doing now.
"Is everything alright, Professor?" You say, your voice coming out smoothly, cutting through the quietness that filled the room.
"Yes, I’m fine." Wanda cleared her throat and turned away from you, her eyes darting back to the book she was supposedly reading. "It’s, um... I’m just lost in my thoughts."
"Lost in your thoughts or lost in trying not to stare too obviously?"
Your professor’s eyebrows twitched upwards, your question pinking her cheeks as she turned the page of her book mindlessly while attempting to hide her smile. "I assure you, (Y/n). This book is… intense."
"Intense?" You rolled your eyes, not entirely convinced by her excuse, as your eyes traced the cover of her book. "Hmmm, The Book of Nature… William Wordsworth?"
Wanda skimmed through the pages of her book and cleared her throat for the second time, "It's a deep exploration of... um, philosophical concepts. Quite thought-provoking, really."
"Philosophical concepts?" You repeated with a sly smile playing lightly at your lips. "Are you sure that’s what it’s about? If I remember correctly, Wordsworth is a poet, right? And you look pretty relaxed for someone who’s reading about some intense philosophical poetry."
"Well, I think philosophical debates can be strangely soothing sometimes," she told you with a chuckle, slowly making her way out of the nervous state she was in just a moment ago.
"Really? I mean, I love poetry, but that’s quite the intellectual balance you’ve got there."
"Yeah," she breathed, her confidence seemingly flowing from her body right in front of your eyes as she used a finger to adjust the collar of her button-up. "And speaking of balance, how do you manage to keep your work in check while being so captivatingly distracting?"
The blush that paints your cheeks presents itself much more quickly than you could’ve imagined. It was adorable. Managing to turn away from her this time, you avoid her eyes as yours land back down on the papers that were set in front of you, completely forgotten while being under your professor’s gaze. You could practically feel the smile on her face as she watched your every movement. Wanda pulled her office chair closer to yours, where you had brought an extra chair up to her desk as you worked. She set her book down softly, mindlessly leaning in closer and closer to your face as her eyes kept darting between your eyes and those delicious-looking lips of yours. Her tongue dragged itself along the bottom of her lip subconsciously as she stared at you, not even hiding her intentions this time.
"You make it awfully hard to concentrate, (Y/n)," she continued as her eyes traced over the contours of your face, down to the skin of your neck as it strained slightly underneath the collar of your sweater. "I find it rather difficult to stay focused when you’re sitting in front of me."
"Um, Professor… I think we should…" With a flustered smile and stern eyes, you motioned over to the clock right by the door, notifying her that her time with you was nearly up.
Wanda only smiled before speaking again, nodding her head as she leaned back slowly to glance over to check the time, "Of course. Do carry on with your student duties, Miss (L/n)."
To be honest, it’s the first time she has heard you talk so much. Your voice was delicate and smooth, a voice that she wanted to keep hearing over and over again. Talking to you was something she wanted more of. She was quite smug, thinking about how all the rest of the students who admired you for your intelligence and work ethic didn’t get to talk with you as much as she did or spend time with you as much as she did.
A triumphant warmth spread through Wanda's chest as she turned back to read her book. Successfully making you flustered had ignited a sense of giddiness she hadn't felt in a while. But, a calm smile played on her lips, a facade she effortlessly maintained to match your demeanor, masking the happiness that bubbled within her. It’s evident throughout the days, where fragments of her infatuation for you are sprinkled into every moment you spend together. In those moments, she loved everything about you—from the way you worked and focused on your tasks, to the way your voice sounded despite not talking all that much, to the way you furrowed your eyebrows when your eyes stumbled upon something that confused you, or when your lips would curve into that pretty smile she loved to see so much.
Eventually, Wanda came to terms with her feelings rather quickly, but made no move to pursue them just yet. For you to be her lover was something that was not allowed, especially in her profession. She’d also still have to tackle the subject of whether or not you harbored even the slightest similarity about whether you had the same interest as she did for you. During moments where she would sit alone in her office or at home, she’d often let her mind drift off to the thought of you and how she would treat you if she were able to call you hers. Gifts like flowers, books, or jewelry would gladly be given as attempts to make you happy. She’d give you flowers every day if it allowed her to see that smile of yours for even just one second.
The two of you spend the rest of the semester filled with mindless flirting and grading essays, projects, and assignments, all while Wanda reads most of the time, and by reading, you mean she skims over a couple pages and spends the next few minutes admiring the beauty that is you before her. And sometimes, she lets her mind wander just as her eyes do, down to the skin of your thighs underneath those black tights, wondering how it would feel to have her hands all over your legs. She wonders how you would sound, moaning her name as you give her the sweet taste of heaven. If you hadn't been so engrossed in the activity your mind was occupied with, you'd see how her eyes latch to your frame and the way her mouth waters at the sight. It takes everything in her to keep her composure and not pull you into her private office and have her way with you.
She wants to do this correctly, of course. She wants you to want it, too. Though, it may seem like you return her advances and all the rest of her flirty remarks, she wants to make sure it’s something you are sure of.
So, she asks. And she starts by giving you a gift.
"Shakespeare?" You questioned curiously, running a finger along the spine of the book as a shy smile slowly etched its way onto your face. "I didn’t really take you for a romantic, Professor."
She had given you a gift before you were able to step away so soon from her and her class room. The book—The Sonnets by William Shakespeare—rested neatly in the palm of your hand as Wanda watched you inspect it with eager curiosity. You had mentioned your love of poetry once, and with her own collection sitting in the comfort of her own home, she decided to give you one of the books that she loved so much. It was romantic and a tad bit cliché, she’d have to admit, but to make you happy just as you did for her was the only thing she wanted from this.
Wanda brought a hand up to scratch the back of her neck, her eyes darting down to the book in your hand, "Well, I-I appreciate the beauty in romance, yes."
"Thank you for this. I’ll make sure to read it over break," you say, holding the book tightly between your chest and your arm before turning to make your way out of the door. "See you next semester."
Wanda had pondered it, thinking how long the two weeks of winter break would feel with you away from her. The weekends already felt like too long of a wait before Monday came around—the first day of each week when you stepped foot in her class. She looked forward to every day because of you and loved thinking about you on the weekends, then she’d repeat it all over again. But, two weeks. Two whole weeks without seeing that pretty face of yours or hearing that quiet, pretty voice of yours—it sounded dreadful.
"(Y/n)?" She called out to you before you could step out of her empty lecture hall. "Can you stay for a bit? I have something to ask."
She asked you out to dinner in the next few minutes after going on a quite adorable ramble about her being so enamored by you that she couldn’t help but ignore her own boundaries as your professor and ask you out on a date. She was confident but, at the same time, so anxious to hear what you had to say about it. The stare you gave her after her little speech was enough to make her want to dig a hole so deep into the earth and crawl into it so that she’d never be able to see the light of embarrassment. Wanda watched as you clutched the book she gave you tightly in your arms. By this point, she was so sure you’d turn her down given how long you were taking to answer.
Of course, when you answered, she couldn’t process it correctly for the first few seconds, but as soon as she did, her eyes lit up just as brightly as the sun on a clear day. The smile she was biting back was contagious, making you roll your eyes and smile back as she fought the urge to wrap her arms around you. And for a moment, you even thought as if you could imagine a tail wagging back and forth behind her in excitement. You both agreed on next Friday night at eight in the evening, when she would pick you up, take you out to a nice restaurant, and treat you like a queen. You deserved a lovely evening out, and Wanda couldn’t wait to share it with you.
As she went about her daily tasks leading up to that Friday, an uncontainable excitement welled up within her, and she couldn't help but steal moments to envision the evening ahead, leaning back in her office chair to imagine the upcoming night with a dreamy smile on her face, the prospect of sharing dinner and conversation with you filling her mind. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what you’d wear on that night, wondering how even prettier you would seem so close next to her, wondering how your hand would fit in hers, and wondering if you’d let her steal a kiss or two, or maybe, if she was lucky, even more. And god, she prayed for all of the luck to be on her side for even just one night.
When Friday came, Wanda rushed home from her office at the university to get ready before she would drive to pick you up at the address you had emailed her—she forgot to ask where you lived, but before she could ask, you had emailed her your address a couple hours earlier. She smiled at the thought, being so excited for the date that she forgot to ask one of the most important questions. Wanda settled on wearing an all-black suit, one of her favorites, and made sure to smooth out every wrinkle with a precise touch, each movement revealing the anticipation bubbling beneath her calm exterior. She knew that your choice of attire was a mystery, and her all-black ensemble was a versatile canvas, ready to complement whatever you had in mind.
But, fuck, when she saw you—God, she was just in pure awe at the sight of you.
Wanda arrived a little bit early, the anticipation of your dinner date bubbling within her. She parked her car outside of your apartment building and leaned against it, one foot casually crossing over the other. She glanced at her watch, checking the time, but her heart raced with a different kind of countdown. As the moments passed, Wanda’s excitement only grew. But when you finally emerged from the building, the sight that greeted Wanda left her speechless. The dress you wore wrapped around your frame perfectly, the silky fabric resting on your soft curves, along with a daring slit that ran up your thigh, revealing a glimpse of your leg with each step you took, and it drove her absolutely crazy. Wanda's breath caught in her throat as she gazed at you; the sight of your shy smile made her heart race even faster.
Fuck, she wanted to say. And for a moment, she struggled to find her words, but not less than a second later, she managed to regain her composure, a smitten grin forming on her lips, "You look beautiful, (Y/n)."
"Thank you, Professor," you replied, smiling innocently up into her eyes in a way that drove her insane. "You’re looking pretty amazing as well."
Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at your compliment, but she was still spellbound by the stunning vision before her. She offered her arm to you and walked with you towards the car, opening the car door for you. But, she couldn't shake the image of that tantalizing slit in your dress; the glimpse of your leg driving her senses into overdrive.
Throughout the night, Wanda found it nearly impossible to tear her gaze away from that slit in your dress. The subtle but alluring glimpse of your skin had cast a spell on her, igniting a fire of desire and fascination that she struggled to contain. Each moment she spent with you, Wanda's mind wandered, and she’d stumble on her words as she spoke, all because of her thoughts returning again and again to the sight that had driven her senses wild earlier. She couldn't help but steal glances at that tantalizing slit in your dress whenever you shifted or crossed your legs, her heart racing each time her eyes traced the path upward. And every now and then, you would catch Wanda's lingering gaze, a knowing smile playing on your lips. You seemed to relish the effect your attire had on your professor, your confidence growing as the evening progressed.
The date was going splendidly, with you and Wanda engaging in lively conversations, sharing stories, and relishing each other's company. You laughed together, savored delicious meals, and exchanged meaningful glances that hinted at your growing connection. Both of you were having a great time, enjoying the chemistry and camaraderie that seemed to come so naturally. However, your dress, still with its tantalizing slit, had become a magnetic force that Wanda found impossible to resist. It was as if her mind had been spellbound, repeatedly drawn back to that alluring detail with every glance in your direction. While you spoke passionately about your love for literature and your dreams, Wanda tried her best to maintain eye contact and stay engaged in the conversation. But time and again, her gaze would wander, trailing along the path of that tempting slit.
She stared all night, wondering what it would feel like to run her fingertips against your soft skin, wondering how you’d look when you slip out of your dress slowly, wondering how you’d sound—and the precious imagery alone caused all higher brain function to abandon her.
As the night continued, Wanda couldn't help but feel overwhelming happiness. Your presence was intoxicating, and your smile was a beacon that lit up the evening. It was a feeling she had longed for—the joy of being in the company of someone who not only understood her intellectually but also stirred something deeper within her. You were perfect. So perfect. She wouldn’t have had it any other way. Wanda was proud to have even come this far with you and wondered if you’d allow her the chance to take you out for a second time. She would be glad, too. God, she prayed you’d want to.
Dinner ended sooner than both of you would have liked. Wanda found herself lost in the sight of you the whole night, wishing she could linger in the moment a little while longer. And the idea of taking you home felt like an interruption to a masterpiece still in progress. She held your hand as she walked with you slowly down the path back to her car, which was parked a few ways away for this very reason.
But there was one thing Wanda couldn’t get off of her mind as she led you inside her car and started the drive back to your apartment—your lips. She wanted so badly, more than anything, to kiss you. Those lips that had been speaking to her for the entire night—she wanted to taste them and feel them against hers. With every passing streetlight, the desire to lean over and capture your lips at every red light only grew stronger. Her heart raced, and her fingers gripped the steering wheel every time she thought about it. The desire to taste the sweetness of your lips was undeniable. Yet, she hesitated. The night had been so perfect, and she didn't want to rush things.
"Thank you for tonight, Professor," you softly as soon as the car came to a slow stop in front of your building. "I had a wonderful time."
"Well, it’s not every day I get to have dinner with someone as beautiful as you," Wanda said, turning her head to face you as her hand gripped the steering wheel.
"You really know how to lay it on thick, don't you, Professor?" You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back the laugh that almost spilled from your mouth.
Wanda grinned from ear to ear and glanced at the street in front of her for only a moment, "I mean, only when it’s the truth—"
Mid-sentence, just as Wanda spoke, you leaned in and planted a soft, sweet kiss on her cheek, maybe a tad bit close to the corner of her lips. It was a sudden, tender gesture that caught Wanda completely off guard, making her grip tighten around the gear shift of the car. Then, you gently place your soft hand on top of hers, causing her vision to go hazy with clouds of lust, devotion, and affection. You don’t miss the way her ears turned red as you pulled away from her face.
Eventually, Wanda found her voice, though it was tinged with surprise as she stammered out, "Well, that was... unexpected."
In her mind, truthfully, she wanted to ask you to do it again and again and again. Maybe she’d ask for you to kiss her lips next time, but she’d never let you go off to do anything else.
"I think you’re too much of a flatterer," you chuckled softly, your fingers gently tracing the outline of Wanda's hand on the center console. "Do you say that to all of your students, Professor?"
Still slightly stunned from the tiny kiss, Wanda turned to face you. Her usual composure had been momentarily shattered by the feeling of your lips against her skin, and she met your eyes with a genuine, heartfelt sincerity, "No… just you."
The words slipped out of her mouth, unfiltered and genuine, carrying with them the depth of her feelings. In that moment, Wanda realized that her attraction to you was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It wasn't just casual flirting with someone who she thought was pretty, as she did in the beginning; it was something deeper, something that had taken her by surprise the longer she had gotten to know you. Wanda's heart continued to race as she watched your playful expression soften, replaced by a warm and genuine smile.
"Do you want to come in, Professor?"
Wanda, still feeling the electrifying effects of the way your lips felt, faltered once more. The idea of spending more time with you was undeniably tempting, but she knew that if she continued this evening further, it would require every ounce of her self-control. Her hands ached to touch you, to run them along your waist and hips, and she longed to press her lips against yours over and over again. The dress you wore was not much help either; her eyes were always glancing down to that slit that showed off the soft skin of your leg. In her mind, a hundred affirmations echoed, each one urging her to say yes. So, she did.
You led her towards your apartment, hand in hand, walking down the softly lit halls of the building in a happy, expectant silence. Although she tried to hide it, Wanda could feel her own excitement building to an almost unbearable level. Her heart raced, and her breaths came a touch quicker as you led her to your place, the feeling of your hand in hers setting her skin on fire. When you reached the door, you fumbled for your keys with one hand, your other still firmly clasped with Wanda's. Your movements were deliberate, yet there was an undeniable excitement radiating from you, a subtle telltale sign that you, too, were looking forward to what lay ahead.
A sense of comfort washed over Wanda as she stepped inside, the atmosphere of your warm apartment enveloping her as she followed you in. She watched your hips as you walked in front of her, her cheeks and ears reddening at the sight once more. Your space was also thoughtfully decorated, exuding a lived-in charm that made it feel like home.
"I’m sorry about the mess. It’s usually tidier, I promise," you tell her, placing your bag gently on the counter in the kitchen before turning back to look at her. "I honestly wasn’t planning on inviting you in yet, but… I don’t know; I guess I couldn’t help myself."
Wanda, however, didn't seem the least bit bothered. Her warm smile remained unwavering, and she looked around with genuine appreciation. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her hands now stuffed into the pockets of her pants, coolly leaning against the wall, "No, I don’t mind it. And it’s not messy at all. It’s a lovely home."
Her eyes roamed over your cozy living room with its soft, inviting couch, adorned with a few well-placed cushions. The warm glow of dimmed lamps bathed the room in a soft, comforting light. Bookshelves lined one wall, their shelves cradling an eclectic collection of literature, each book seeming to hold a story of its own. The scent of a vanilla-scented candle lingered in the air. It was a cozy, lived-in scent that made Wanda feel instantly at ease—a reflection of you and everything you loved. And on your coffee table, amidst your own collection of books, she saw the one she had given you. It lay there, open and well-loved, with pages slightly ruffled and a bookmark placed near the end. In no way would Wanda have minded the mess at all, not when she was surrounded by the tokens of you and your life.
"I’m almost done with it," Wanda heard you say as she looked around your apartment. "The sonnets are really beautiful. I think I’m enjoying it better than his plays."
The professor raised an eyebrow at your claim, "Bold statement, (Y/n)… But I’m glad you’re enjoying it."
You smiled at her as you moved to get two glasses and a bottle of wine that you’ve been saving for special occasions, and this was definitely one of them. But when you turned to look back at Wanda, her gaze, once warm and affectionate, had intensified with desire and lust as she watched you pour the wine into the glasses. Her eyes held an unmistakable hunger, as if you were the most captivating thing in the world, and it didn't go unnoticed. Wanda's stare was so intense and filled with longing that it seemed to sear through you like a fiery caress. It made your heart race, and your breaths quickened as you tried to maintain your composure. With that look in your eye, you knew this night was about to get even more special.
"What are you thinking so hard about over there, Professor?" You asked with a smirk that made Wanda weak in her knees.
Wanda shook her head and bit her lip, her cheeks reddening at the topic of her own thoughts. She made her way towards you as you slowly lifted the wine glass to your lips. And although you were occasionally flustered by her intense gaze, you had a reputation for your own brand of composed charm. Wanda approached the counter where the wine glasses were placed, her fingers lightly caressing the stem of a glass as she lifted it herself. Her movements were fluid and sensual, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame. But this time, when she turned to face you, she found herself locked in a gaze that mirrored her own desire. Your eyes held a magnetic allure, an intensity that matched Wanda's in every way—your look was a silent challenge, a dare to see who would break first.
You brought the wineglass to your lips, and the woman in front of you watched with a heightened sense of awareness, her gaze locked onto the way your lips delicately touched the rim of the glass. Your soft and inviting lips seemed to beckon Wanda like an irresistible temptation. They glistened with the remnants of the wine, and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to taste those lips and feel their softness against her own. She wondered how your lips would feel, how they would respond to her touch, and how you’d moan into her mouth. And she couldn’t get her mind off of it.
"Professor," you spoke, setting your glass down on the counter before stepping close in front of her. "I think… you’re thinking too much."
Wanda’s anticipation was palpable, and she held her breath as you closed the distance between the two of you, her heart pounding in her chest. As you stood so close, your breaths nearly mingling, you sensed that she was still overthinking the moment. And finally, in a bold move, your hands reached out, gently tugging on her suit jacket, pulling her even closer. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down her spine as your lips met hers in a deep kiss. Wanda's breath caught in her throat as your lips met hers, and she melted into the kiss with a soft groan, moaning at the sweetness of your lips that she had been waiting all night to feel.
You led her to your bedroom with your lips never leaving hers and your arm around her neck while your other hand pulled her jacket roughly off her shoulders. A laugh bubbles against your mouth as you trip over the rug on the way to your room, but Wanda catches you with a chuckle, her hands at your waist holding you against her. Your lips fit so perfectly against hers, and the taste of you on her tongue unlocked all of the desires she had been trying to keep at bay. All she could think about was you. Mere seconds have gone by when your back finally meets the soft comfort of your bed, all while Wanda explores your mouth with her tongue. She indulges herself in the taste of you and tugs desperately at your dress, just as you tried to undo her belt, albeit poorly. The gasp you let out when Wanda moved her head down to your neck, sucking, licking, and nipping at your sensitive skin, distracted you from your current task, leaving her belt loosely unbuckled.
"Mmh, Professor…" Your bedroom was painted with your needy moans and Wanda’s soft grunts as she pressed herself against you, your body pressed in between her and the mattress.
"Wanda," she murmured into your neck, leaving marks on your skin as her mouth explored. "You can call me Wanda… Please."
You smiled and ran your hand through her hair, urging her to look at you and bring her face close to yours just for you to say her name in the sultriest way that made the woman in front of you physically stutter, "Wanda."
Wanda swallows the lump in her throat, dazed as she watches your lips as you spoke out her name. She parted her lips, unaware of the hazy look in her eyes as she stared at you. Dragging her tongue over her bottom lip, she subconsciously leaned in to press another kiss to your sweet mouth, but you cupped her face with a soft yet commanding touch before she could close the distance. Wanda's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as your gentle fingers caressed her skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as your touch lingered, trailing slowly from her face, down her neck, and over her collarbone. Your hands moved with deliberate tenderness, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt one button at a time.
And she could only watch; her eyes locked onto your hands as if they were the most mesmerizing thing in the world. Your movements were slow, each button releasing its hold on the fabric with a soft, tantalizing pop. Wanda, lost in the sensations of your touch, was in a daze once again. Her eyes remained fixed on your hands, watching as they worked their way down, unbuttoning her shirt one by one. Your fingers brushed against her skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. With the last button undone, you gently slid Wanda's shirt off her shoulders, and it slipped down her arms, a whisper of fabric gliding to the floor. You couldn’t help but smile at her, hovering over you with a black bra on, her pants unbuckled, and her hair tousled from all of the making out. God, was she beautiful.
And Wanda thought the same thing about you, if not more. You still had your dress on, and the way you spread your legs a bit so she could settle comfortably on top of you did nothing but make her feral. Wanda’s mouth practically watered at the sight of your exposed skin. With a gentle and curious hand, her fingers danced along the skin of your leg, slipping under that same tantalizing slit that had been teasing her the whole night. She kissed your chest as she did so, but with the way you were squirming underneath her, Wanda couldn’t get the thought of your hot, naked, trampling body out of her head. And she could feel it—fuck, that lacy underwear you were wearing—as if you had planned this all along. It was driving her absolutely insane.
"You can take my clothes off for me," you whispered lowly into her ear, and for a moment, Wanda froze at your words.
Soon enough, her hands started pulling roughly at every piece of fabric she could get her hands on. She needed to see you. She was going to lose it if she didn’t see you. And despite how rough her hands were, Wanda carefully slipped the dress off of your body, undoing its zipper in a way you almost didn’t notice. But all caution was thrown out the window when Wanda finally laid eyes on your half-naked body. It was black lace underwear that you were sporting, and all she could think about was how stunning you looked. She sat there for a while, frozen and heated, her eyes raking over every inch of your body. To think that you were wearing this underneath that goddamn dress this whole time, god, it makes her absolutely exasperated with desire.
"I’m getting a bit cold here, Professor," you smirk, your fingers trailing up her pants, finally meeting her undone belt once again. "Warm me up a little?"
"Yes ma’am," Wanda breathed out and nodded, her hand ghosting over your skin once more as you opened your arms and urged her to come closer—the sight causing her to melt and a question she didn’t even think twice about spilling from her mouth. "Can I fuck you? Please?"
Almost immediately, Wanda leaned down and pressed her face against your body, littering soft and hot kisses along your stomach, up the valley of your breasts, your collarbones, and to your neck. She would lick, suck, and kiss all over again, marking your skin with the prettiest bruises. You almost forget to answer her question when she starts kissing you, but she pleaded once more. To let her do whatever she wanted, just say the word, and she’ll make sure to make you feel so fucking good.
"Please," she begged you, whining only slightly as she kissed your neck. "Please, (Y/n). Please—I'll do anything, I—"
"Touch me there," you said, slipping your hand into hers to lead it down to your warm, clothed center. "Right there, Wanda."
You let her fingers press against the fabric, feeling how undeniably soaked you were. Without a second thought, Wanda immediately circles your clothed pussy with the pads of her fingers, just getting lost in the feeling of your wet heat. Her jaw slowly drops as she watches her own fingers play with your cunt. She pressed even harder the moment she finds your clit underneath the thin fabric and when you moaned, arching your back slightly in the process, she lost all self-control. You don’t even get a second to catch your breath as Wanda immediately starts clawing at your underwear, pulling your bra off of your chest in the quickest way possible. And, when she moved her hands back to your panties to uncover the very treasure she was yearning for, you suddenly heard an unmistakable sound—the sound of fabric tearing.
Your eyes widened in disbelief as Wanda stared at the torn piece of underwear in her hands, "Did you just—"
"I’m sorry." Then she kissed you to give you something else to think about other than the fact that she just ripped your precious, laced underwear.
"You ripped—"
She kissed you again, murmuring against your lips, "I’m sorry, baby."
"That was expensive, you know. I just got it last week," you said, rolling your eyes, wrapping your arms around her neck as she continued to kiss your skin all over again. And it was working—when you felt her lips kissing you and sucking on you, you could barely think about anything else.
The corner of Wanda’s lips turned upward at the thought of you buying lingerie just for her, "I said, I’m sorry. I’ll get you another one, I promise… But, right now, I really want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you can't move. Let me make you feel better, baby? Please."
Wanda's plea hung in the air, her voice a desperate whisper filled with desire. When she turned to look back at you, she did so with an intensity that made your heart race even faster. Already blushing from the heat of the moment, you felt your cheeks grow even hotter and hotter. Your gaze locked onto Wanda's lidded eyes, and you could see clear as day the raw need inside of them.
Your lips parted, and a deep, crimson blush spread across your cheeks. With a soft voice, almost breathless, you finally gave in, "You’re lucky I like you, Professor."
You were going to say more, but you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips when Wanda dips two fingers into your pussy without any warning. She could feel you tense up around her waist, and your hands moved to grip her biceps as she started pumping into you at a slow pace, easing her way up to a faster one. Wanda’s jaw dropped once again, moaning as she felt just how tight, warm, and wet you were around her fingers. She could feel every sliver of you, your spongy walls wrapping around her digits, and you gasping right into her ear. God, it was so perfect. You are so perfect. She could fuck you like this forever.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, looking up at you with lidded eyes while her fingers continued to make their way in and out, in and out.
"Yes, right there," you nod quickly, moaning in her ear as your grip on her arms got tighter, trying to hold on for dear life as Wanda gradually got faster and faster. "You feel so good inside of me, Wanda. So good—ah!"
The woman reveled in your praise, unable to hold back her own moans as she watched her fingers, glistening with your slick, sink deeper and deeper.
"You’re sucking my fingers in, baby." And you truly were. Her fingers are buried deep in your pussy, and almost immediately, she finds that weak, spongy spot inside of you and begins to torture that button. With your moans getting pounder and louder, she penetrates deep against it, groaning into your neck as she listens to the music of your moans and whimpers.
After a moment of getting lost in the heavenly sounds that were spilling from your mouth, Wanda pulls your leg over to your chest, pumping her fingers in and out at a much faster pace than before. With her digits accelerating in speed, your body jolts and your moans go up an octave as Wanda continued to fuck her fingers into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling her press against that sweet spot inside your pussy over and over again, building up to the climax she had been working diligently to witness. And finally, the band holding you together finally breaks, your body succumbing to one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. Wetness pools all over her hand, and your pussy clenches tightly around her fingers. Wanda melts at the sight of your trembling body and shaky legs as your hands grip onto her biceps even harder, trying to hold on as she helped you ride out your climax.
When you calmed down, legs trembling against her, Wanda carefully pulled her fingers out of you with a squelch. She stared down in awe at your wetness, glistening all over her fingers and dripping down her hand. With her lips parted and eyes glued, you could not help but smile as you were catching your breath, still a bit hazy from the orgasm she had just given you. When you felt like the professor was taking a bit longer than expected, you reached down and gently brought her hand close to your face, her eyes following as you did so. And when you opened your mouth, you dragged your tongue slowly over the length of her fingers, and all Wanda had the strength to do was watch.
"Fuck," Wanda breathed out as you licked her hand clean of your essence.
You pulled Wanda in by the neck to kiss her, and she groaned into your mouth when she tasted your juices on your tongue—the taste of how good she made you feel. After pulling away to catch your breath once more, Wanda made her way back down again, leaving kisses along your skin as she traveled to the heavenly space between your gorgeous legs. And with mere inches away, she could smell you, smell the taste of you, and it lingered on her tongue, only making her yearn for more. The scent of you floods her senses, and she leans in with lidded eyes, lost in the thought of having you come right into her mouth. God, she wanted it—she needed it.
She was so close—her mouth was so close. You were right there, all ready in her mind for the grand meal she was about to indulge herself in. And with a soft but firm hand holding her head back by her hair, you stopped her.
"Not yet," you told her, shaking your head slightly as your fingers threaded through her hair.
"What?" Wanda gives you another dazed look, confused and almost frustrated with the fact that you interrupted her on her way to a heavenly meal.
"Not yet," you repeated once again, louder and clearer, with a more demanding tone. "I want you to watch me."
With her eyebrows raising in surprise, Wanda wondered what it was you had in store for her, "Watch you?"
With a teasing smile, you took your hand off of Wanda’s head, slowly dragging your fingers against the inside of your thigh, then in between, the soft pads of your fingers meeting your clit. There was nothing else Wanda could keep her eyes on except the way you pressed softly onto your clit, with another moan slipping out. Your clit was wet and slippery, coated with your juices. You could feel her heavy breath against your pussy, just centimeters away from her face, and all Wanda could do was stare. The sound of your quiet whimpers filled her ears, and it took everything inside Wanda not to dive in, face first, into your heavenly heat.
You must’ve known. You must’ve known what you were doing; keeping her desperate and begging while also checking if she’d be good and obey. And although it was hard to keep away, Wanda followed your orders and watched. With her eyes stuck to that precious button you were torturing all by yourself, she couldn’t help but pant slightly, like an obedient dog waiting for its signal to start eating.
Soon, you were getting close all over again, and Wanda was disappointed that it was not her doing. Although your moans and whimpers were more than enough to fuel her desires, waiting to touch you almost became unbearable, but she remained still, her eyes still glued to your pretty pussy as you touched yourself.
"Let me—Let me touch you," Wanda pleaded, unable to take her eyes off of the way you were rubbing your fingers against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Please, let me help."
"N-Not yet," you said again, your body writhing more and more as each second passed.
With a groan, Wanda dropped her head down against the plush, inside part of your thighs, holding you down as you chased your own high. She kept watching with her mouth open as she resisted each and every urge in her body that told her to ignore your order and just jump right in, but she held herself back. She didn’t even know how, but she knew that once you allowed her, you’d reward her with the best meal and orgasm you could ever give her.
And just as you were about to hit your peak, you let one word slip, "Now."
Wanda finally opened her mouth and let her tongue fall. Her jaw drops as she lets her tongue travel from the bottom to the top, dragging it through your folds and swirling it messily around your clit. The taste of you was as blissful as angels singing in her mouth, as if her tastebuds had been blessed by the gods themselves. Your cries and moans rested well on Wanda’s ears, doing nothing to stop her from eating you out so fervently. A pleasured groan fell from Wanda’s muffled mouth as you tugged harshly at her hair, Her breath was hot, and your pussy had you squirming beneath her. It was heaven for Wanda. God, she’d give everything if it meant being able to live the rest of her days down here, with her head between your legs and your pussy in her mouth. She’d be set for life.
Your poor clit was already so sensitive, and Wanda was lapping at you like a thirsty dog. Your precious brain couldn’t even focus anymore, and all you could think about was Wanda’s tongue. And because of how close you were just before she started, your orgasm started to build higher and higher in a matter of seconds. Her mouth showed no remorse, and the lewd noises only made you flush deeper. With her thighs squeezing her head between your thighs, Wanda devoured you, holding you still with ease despite your constant squirming. Then, she wrapped her mouth around your clit, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked, until she had you screaming her name into the air as you came inside of her mouth.
And yet, she doesn’t stop.
"W-Wanda, I—"
"Not yet," she said, voice muffled as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her tongue swirling and licking every crevice in and out of your sex.
Your words die in your mouth, and you let out a squeal as she buries her tongue right into your pussy all over again, licking and swirling it inside of you as you whined about how it was too much for you to handle. But, she kept going anyway. And fuck, you felt incredible wrapped around her tongue; it drove Wanda insane. Your body was hot, trembling at the mercy of her touch, screaming out as Wanda continued to overstimulate you. She was now far from being gentle. How could she? When you had been teasing her all through the night with that slit in your dress and those eyes that were begging her to do something? Occasionally, she’d open her eyes to see you arching your back, screaming into the pillow, and it made Wanda moan against your pussy, the vibrations doing more to stimulate you.
With her eyes glued to your body as your legs tensed around her head and your stomach clenched as you moaned, Wanda whined and pushed herself further into you. Her hands were now spreading your folds open as she dragged her tongue up and down your fold before wrapping around your clit once more. Even when you finally gushed inside her mouth, she kept going, even with your entire body enveloped in shivers, as she savored each and every drop of your essence.
"I think–It’s too much—" you tried to say.
But, she just hit you with the same words all over again, "Not yet."
And she’d make you come a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth—until you couldn’t take it anymore. By the end of all of it, Wanda goes back up to your face, her heart racing faster as she sees your tear-stained cheeks and a lazy smile on your face as you try to look at her. She wipes them clean with her thumb and kisses them with her lips, using her other hand to calm your trembling body by running it along your quivering legs.
You reach out for her with a whimper, trying to grab hold of her, begging for her care as she soothes your body. Wanda smiles and re-kisses each bruise she left on you, all the way up until she makes it to your mouth. She kisses you softly and gently, and you can taste yourself right on her tongue. Nuzzling your face into her neck, Wanda pulls your body to lay on top of her, securing a tight and comforting hold on you as you began your drift to sleep.
It’s everything Wanda could have ever wanted—to be with you. It was perfect. You were perfect.
"You did so good, Wanda," you said sleepily into her skin, muffled as you spoke. "So good for me."
"I think I should be the one saying that, (Y/n)," she replied with a proud smile as she ran her hand through your hair. Eventually, her hand rested on your cheek, soothing her thumb over your skin as you began to let your eyes flutter closed at her soothing touch. "You are… so beautiful, darling… So perfect."
You almost fall asleep after a few seconds. Her touches, the feeling of her breathing, and the way her skin felt was everything you ever wanted and more. Wanda laid there with the same thought in her head, her heart filled with an overwhelming sense of love and contentment. As she gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, she couldn't imagine a more perfect moment.
“I have something for you,” you say, voice rasp and groggy as you moved reach something from the drawer of your side table. “It’s nothing special… it’s just… you keep losing your card, so..”
You couldn't help but feel a touch of nervousness. You had spent hours searching for the perfect gift, wanting to express you affection for Wanda in a meaningful way. Yet, when you were finally about to give it to her, you couldn't help but feel a bit shy about its simplicity.
But then, Wanda's eyes lit up with curiosity as she accepted the small box and carefully opened it. Inside, she found a cute red lanyard with a playful pattern, and her heart swelled with affection. She held it delicately in her hands, her fingers gently tracing the tiny pattern that adorned the fabric. It was a simple yet thoughtful gift, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for you for choosing it.
Your shyness melted away, replaced by a radiant smile, as you watched Wanda’s joy. You couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth, knowing that your gift had brought a smile to the professor’s face.
Wanda turned towards you, her eyes soft with emotion and her heart full. She reached out and gently cupped your cheek with her hand, her thumb tenderly brushing against your skin. With a sweet and sincere smile, Wanda leaned in slowly, her lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. Your lips met like two puzzle pieces finally fitting together, and for that moment, the world seemed to fade away.
“It’s perfect,” Wanda says, unable to suppress the way her lips curved upward. “Thank you.”
Then, each day as you arrived for class, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat when you saw Wanda. What caught your attention immediately was the sight of the red lanyard that Wanda wore around her neck. It didn't matter if Wanda's outfit matched the lanyard or not; it was always there, a constant presence, and a sweet reminder of the thoughtful gift you had given her. On some days, it stood out vividly against Wanda's attire, a burst of color that added charm to her ensemble. On others, it contrasted playfully, a delightful pop of red against more subdued colors. But in any case, it was always there.
Over the next few weeks, You and Wanda found yourselves in a whirlwind of newfound affection and stolen moments. In the classroom, your glances became a language of your own. Wanda would catch your eye from across the room, and a playful yet affectionate smile would curve both yours and her lips. It was as if you shared an inside joke, one that no one else in the class could comprehend. As the days went by, their desire for each other grew. They were days off of stolen kisses, lingering glances, and shared smiles that only you could fully understand.
One day, in the middle of a lecture, Wanda couldn't resist the urge any longer. She discreetly slipped out of her seat and gently tugged at your hand, pulling you slightly behind and into a closet at the back of the room, out of sight from her classmates' curious eyes. With a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye, Wanda leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. It was soft and tender, a tantalizing taste of their affection that left both of you breathless. The classroom continued with the lecture, seemingly oblivious to the hidden exchange.
Yet, for Wanda, those stolen kisses were like sweet secrets shared only between the two of you.
pairing; professor/tutor!wanda x fem!student!reader
summary; your biology professor decides you need extra lessons on anatomy, you decide to give your lover (and also your professors colleague) a hands-on lesson to prove how much you know
warnings; smut 18+ only, unspecified age gap, teacher and student relationship, mommy kink (r also calls wanda momma a few times), pet names, cum-filled strap-on (w receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, degrading (if u squint), finger sucking, choking, boob fucking?, squirting, spitting, r being a tad aggressive at the end, basically just r being an absolute animal for wanda
you love your girlfriend, so much. so much it hurts. hurts when she barely looks at you while your standing in the doorway of her office while she chats away with mrs romanoff about you like you aren't there.
"no i totally understand. she should be taking your class more seriously. i'd be happy to help," wanda looked at you briefly, her previously red hair now dyed blonde, and a sly smile.
"thank you again wanda. like i said, i'd do it myself but i dont have time with everything going on." mrs romanoff stood up and wanda smiled.
"its never a problem. I'm always willing to help a friend," wanda looked at you finally, and smiled softly at you. something anyone else would brush off. not you, you know what that meant.
the second natasha had walked out, wanda shut the door and locked it tightly, turning towards you with her back on the door. "poor baby, struggling in a class," wanda walked towards you and cupped your sleepy face, "coulda just asked mommy for help, doll face." she smiled softly at you.
" 'M sorry, mommy. can i give you a kiss?" you asked politely, leaning your head into her hand.
"oh, baby you never have to ask," wanda kissed you deeply, and your mind went numb and kissed her back. wanda made you numb with touch, you were consumed by her. all you wanted to do was make your mommy feel good
her hands found their way to the curve of your back, and she pulled you in deeper. her brows scrunched and she pulled away, "so you have a problem with anatomy, huh?"
you felt dumbed down, especially for someone in medical school, but you didn't mind much. when she allowed you to turn your brain off and just focused on her was when you felt the most safe. wanda never made you feel stupid. you nodded at her, burying your face into her pale skin.
"alright, lets get you home, sleepy girl. you can take a nap and we'll start our lesson after," wanda kissed your forehead and scooped you up. she made sure to check the window facing the parking lot, glad it was basically empty. she knew there was always the risk that a student would catch you, but you had always made sure to hide yourself well.
wanda carried you out to the car, your legs wrapped around her waist and wanda holding you tightly. she set you in the passenger seat, kissing your lips and buckling you in. you almost fell asleep right there.
the drive home was a long 30 minutes, wanda's house being a decent distance from the city. it was a large house in the country, far away from anyone else. no one to be scared of here.
wanda had picked up your sleeping body, carrying you into the house. you stirred, your arms tightening around the back of her neck. "mh, welcome back sweets." wanda kissed your temple and set you on the kitchen counter. she had taken off her blazer, left only in a white tee and black slacks. "hungry?" she held up a box of noodles.
"mhh, no, id rather be eaten," you said, slowly unzipping your jacket, revealing the tanktop crop top you were wearing. it fit your breasts perfectly, they were covered in love bites, and your stomach was toned perfectly.
wanda stopped in her tracks, the noodles pouring out on the floor. you giggled softly and batted your eyes at her, stepping down from the countertop. you slid your jeans off your hips, now revealing the pretty pink lace panties you were wearing. you stepped closer to her, cupping her face with your pointer finger, "what have you told me about messes, mommy?'' you asked teasingly. wanda gasped, and fell to her knees to pick up the mess she made, throwing them back in the box.
she stayed there on her knees, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "well, why are you just sitting there? give me my lesson," you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into your cunt. "get to work, mommy."
wanda gasped, inhaling deeply and groaning. she slid your panties over with her finger and bit her lip. "your soaked already. i haven't done anything." wanda looked up at you.
"just thinking of you gets me worked up. please touch me. been like this all day," you said, tangling your hands into her blonde locks. wanda smiled before licking up your cunt. "oh, just like that baby,'' you closed your eyes and gasped.
she was eating you perfectly, licking your clit at just the right angle. you were riding her face, gasping for air constantly. like you were being drowned in pleasure. her tongue was thrusting into you and her nails gripping the back of your thighs.
"shit, mommy. youre so good. gonna fucking cum, shit," you threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. wanda looked up at you, sucking harder at the sight of you so blissed out. one of her hands trailed to your cunt, slipping two fingers inside. your knees buckled and you gripped the counter tightly.
the older woman picked you up by the back of your thighs and laid you on the counter. "gonna fuck you so well, baby." she said. her fingers curled nicely inside of you, hitting that spot each time. your legs started to shake.
"oh god, 'm cumming, mommy. just like that please don't stop. you're so good at that." you moaned into the room. your legs tightened around wandas head, and for a moment wanda thought this would be the best way to go out.
when you calmed down, wanda pulled away and slipped her fingers into your mouth. you smiled at her and sucked on them softly.
her fingers slipped out of your mouth with a 'pop' and you smirked at her. even though your legs were still trembling, you stood up and practically drug her to her bedroom.
you sat her on her large king-sized bed, and pulled her shirt off of her. her breasts were cupped by a red lacy bra. you groaned and took it off immediately.
your mouth left wet kisses all over her chest, quickly forming love bites everywhere you could. wandas hands were in your hair and she was a mess.
after her chest was covered, you pulled away and walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the bottom drawer, and shuffled through it. wanda rarely let you top, so you barely wore the strap. however, you definitely knew how to use it. you were gonna prove it to wanda.
you adjusted the straps to fit your hips perfectly before looking at your lover, "wanna make you feel so nice," you kissed her hip and looked at her lovestruck.
"oh baby. make mommy feel nice, mkay? use me how you please," she cupped your face and smiled down at you.
you shimmied up to her, giving her a loving kiss on her lips before lining up the strap with her entrance. you pushed your hips forward, gasping when the hilt of the strap brushed against your clit. wanda also let out a gasp, her eyes looking lovingly into yours.
you slid out of her, before slamming back in. wanda moaned, scratch your back. "fuck just like that, babygirl," wanda hissed. it only spurred you on, letting out a low growl and picking up the pace.
wanda's legs started to shake, and you grabbed her ankles, setting them on your shoulders. the blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan that sounded straight out of a porno.
"just wanna make you feel good, wanna make my momma feel nice," you said, your hand finding her neck. you applied just enough pressure to send wanda spiraling.
"oh fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum," wanda hissed, her legs trembling against your shoulders. you bit her ankle softly, and nodded.
she let go against you, and you were pushed out of her cunt as she squirted onto you. you let out a soft gasp, setting her thighs down and rubbing them softly.
wanda was still gasping for air, her eyes shut tight. you never had this happen before, at least you've never made wanda squirt. you felt a little proud, but quickly got up to grab a wet washcloth.
when you came back, wanda had sat up, her head tilted back and her legs still lightly trembling. you smiled up at her and washed her thighs. "you were so pretty, momma," you said, kissing her shoulder.
"you did great baby, 'm sorry you didn't finish again." she said softly, stroking your hair. you softly smiled and shook your head.
"its okay, you were amazing." you looked down at her thighs, catching a glimpse of her boobs. a rush of heat spilled down into your cunt, and you quickly looked away.
"i have an idea, c'mere," wanda pulled you up towards her, "now sit up on your knees," she said again. you obeyed and smiled down at her.
you watched as she cupped her own tits, brushing them down your strap. you let out a gasp, "oh god,"
"use me princess, cum all over me," she hissed. not even moments later, you were bucking your hips in between her boobs. desperate whines leaving your mouth
"wish I could actually feel you- bet your boobs feel so nice. already doing so much for me. you're so pretty, so so pretty, mommy. gonna cum," your hands tensed up and you couldn't move them. when you finally got the action back, you growled lowly and pinned her hands above her head. "stick your tongue out," you hissed.
"what?" wanda tilted her head, confused. you huffed in frustration and forced her mouth open, squeezing her jaw.
"so fuckin' dumb, just be quiet, lemme use you," you spit in her mouth after and wanda gasped. "cumming, get ready for my load, sweets," and after that moment you squeezed the hilt of the fake cock, fake cum spurting out as your orgasm washed over you.
you pulled away, flopping down on the bed and regaining your breath. "oh my god," wanda laughed.
you tilted your head and looked at her, "what?
"nothing. i just- i definitely need to let you top more often."
summary: As a college student y/n starts having a little crush on her favorite teacher
Warnings: 18+, a little plot, mommy kink, teacher x student dynamics, teacher student relationship, fingering (r receiving) oral sex (r receiving) age gap (reader is in her 20’s) semi-public sex?, choking, dirty talk, bit of degradation, praise, orgasm control/denial (gay asf)
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*alarm goes off* There it is. The sound you hated most, the alarm. It took you away from your comfort zone aka your bed.
You look at the time.
5:30 am
You get up from bed to fix yourself up to get ready for class.
Going into your closet to check what you’re going to wear, then it hits you. You needed to really go out, you had to look good for her.
*30 minutes later*
You ended up putting on a plaid skirt with fishnets under, a white button up and a tie, pretty formal but even you could admit you looked absolutely stunning. You did your eyeliner and put on your favorite platforms, badass.
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*in class*
You were in the only class you could tolerate. Now that everyone had started to sit down, as you opened your notebook, she walks in. There she was, your favorite teacher (who you might have a little crush on) Miss Thornhill.
She had the prettiest red hair with her big glasses that complimented her face perfectly, that sweet but stern voice that dug into your brain, everything about her had you weak in the knees.
Class has been going on for a few minutes. Miss Thornhill was talking about carnivorous plants and honestly you weren’t paying attention to a thing she was saying, you were too busy fantasizing about her.
As she starts feeding them you can see how concentrated she was, the way she held onto that desk to keep from leaning to the side as she fed the plants with one hand, the hand that you wanted around your throat so badly. Touching the desk that you so wish she would sit you on and fu- “miss y/l/n?” shit.
“Are you listening?” she asks. All eyes are on you including hers. “Yes im sorry I just got a little distracted” you tried to save yourself. “Pay attention honey, might have to keep you for after school tutoring” oh???? not like you’d mind being with her for extra time, alone, in a classroom.
“Yes ma’am” you replied. She kept teaching the class normally, but she kept looking at you every now and then, a little more than normal. You didn’t make a big deal out of it.
*bell rings*
Finally, the time to go, in a way you love it because you get away from the hell that is school but, at the same time you hate it since you can’t see her.
You packed your things like everyone else and slowly followed behind some students to leave. As you were about to leave- “miss y/l/n?” shit. “May I have a word with you?” hopefully she didn’t notice how you quite literally kept eye contact with her as you were fantasizing about the things she could do to you
You stay behind. As the door closes she stands up and locks it. Normal right? “May I help you miss?” you act as if nothing happened. “I have noticed you being distracted in my class and not paying much attention, anything to say about that?” she looked at you, her eyes burried into yours.
“I’m sorry, I’ll do better I promise” you sounded defenseless and weak, in reality you really didn’t want to fail a class, but having her in your sight was enough to make your mind wonder.
“Oh please, as long as im here you won’t be focusing in the slightest” she said in a stern but flirty voice.
please tell me she doesn’t know
You give her a confused look “don’t act surprised, you think I don’t see the way you look at me in class?” there was a pause and you were at a loss for words. “The way you always dress up for me, are always zoning out? Bet you think about the things mommy could do to you” speechless.
You didn’t know what to say. “I-“ “you don’t need to say anything” she walks closer to you… taking slow steps but maintaining eye contact. You looked to the floor not being able to stare into her eyes for too long. She slowly grabbed your chin and made you look up at her. “I want you to look at me when im speaking to you” seeing her was enough to get you wet but her actually saying this to you. Was this real?.
She was a few inches taller than you but it felt like she was towering over you. You tried not to look away but it was too hard. Her face suddenly changed. She had this sadistic look of pure lust and desire. She roughly grabbed your arm and dragged you to her desk. Pinning you so your ass was hitting the edge of it. “do you want mommy to fuck you on this very desk sweetheart? I know you’ve thought about it before” she asks as she plays with the fabric of your skirt as her hand slides up and down your thigh. You nod. Without wasting a second she harshly picks you up and sits you on her desk.
She grabs your face and makes you look at her “I asked a question, slut”
“Yes mommy” you reply getting all red
“Yes what? Ask nicely and be more specific baby” is this happening right now??
“Yes please mommy, I need you to fuck me”
You had never been touched before except by yourself but you’d be glad for her to be your first
“Such a good girl”
You were glad you were on her desk because your legs felt like jelly.
She sets between your legs and slowly lifts your skirt revealing your nicely toned thighs. As she gropes them and starts getting closer to your core, she looks up at you. Getting closer to your lips “can I kiss you?” she asks.
“yes please” you say immediately.
She slowly leans in, this feels unreal. Her lips finally touch yours. She’s pretty slow and gentle at first until the kiss start getting heated.
Your breath starts getting heavy and she’s pulling you closer to her, her tongue sliding into your mouth as you let out a small moan
“Please” pathetic.
“Please what baby?”
“I need you” so so bad, you needed to feel her touch you and treat you as she wanted, you wanted all of her.
“Want mommy to touch you my love?”
“So bad” so pathetic.
Wasting no time, her hands go into your skirt slowly fidgeting with your underwear before pulling it off, tossing it somewhere to the side.
“Take your shirt off” you started tugging at it immediately, undoing the buttons no caring at all.
You were sitting on her desk, legs open, with her between your legs, what more could you want? But in reality you still wanted more, you physically needed her, you wanted her fingers inside you while she whispers dirty things in your ear.
Her hand slowly sliding back and forth getting just so close.
Her fingers reaching your core, as her middle finger started sliding into your folds and slowly teasing you. “Please, please I need you so bad” you sounded absolutely pathetic but you needed this woman so badly.
She went in for a kiss swallowing the moan you let out as she slid two of her fingers into you. You were so wet that they slid right in. They felt so perfect as if they belonged there.
She started a hurtfully slow pace and gradually increased her speed. “You feel so good around mommy’s fingers baby, you’re taking me so well”
God this woman was going to be the death of you.
She started going faster as she noticed you starting to break. You were a mess and trying so hard to stay quiet. She wanted to make this harder for you, grabbing your leg and putting it over her shoulder as she made you lay back into the desk leaning back with you. That angle gave her even more access, going even deeper. Fingers knuckle deep in you, she noticed you started to get louder “Stay quiet or I stop fucking you” roughly wrapping her hand around your throat as she sat up to fuck you better.
She had you laid back, legs open and fingers deep in you, she wanted to ravish you in many more ways. You were getting so close, you needed to cum.
“Please mommy”
“Use your words sweetheart” she said smirking
“Please let me cum, I need to cum so badly”
She held eye contact to let you know you had to hold it for a bit, smirk on her face as she rubbed her thumb against your clit and added a third finger. Her pace was painful and embarrassing, you could hear the sounds from a mile away probably but you didn’t care at that point.
You were about to cum, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Please let me- FUCK! oh g-god please let me cum please mommy”
She smiled sadistically “cum for me slut”
With that, your orgasm hit, eyes rolling back as you tried to keep quiet.
“Look at me” she said firmly as her hand went down to play with your tits
She didn’t stop her pace, she kept roughly fucking you throughout your orgasm as the second one didn’t feel far.
“Oh god” your mouth widely open as you couldn’t keep quiet.
taking her free hand she covered your mouth and fucked into you harder
“You look so hot getting fucked by me, you know how many times i’ve thought about having you all to myself, ruining you for anyone else, those little stares you’d give me wouldn’t help at all”
“Oh fuck-“ you had to hold onto the hand that was over your mouth. She moved her hand and started hitting a different spot, but it had your mind fuzzy. God this woman really knew how to make you feel good.
“You ever been touched like this? Felt up and fucked?”
“N-no” you weren’t lying
“Good, I want to ruin you for anyone, nobody will fuck you like I will, and nobody will make you feel this good, you’re mine”
That just made you a thousand times more wet. “All yours- fuck- all yours mommy”
You were getting so close again and she just kept going. You were so lost in your mind that you sat up as you bit the side of her neck to keep quiet. You weren’t able to hold it any longer, this orgasm hitting harder than the last, as you came on her fingers once again.
“Did I say you could cum??”
fuck.
“Im sorry I-“ *slap*
“You wanna act like a slut you’ll get treated like one” she started going down, as she got on her knees, fingers still in you. Her breath hitting your core as you tried to hold in the third orgasm that was approaching just from having her in you.
On the side of her knee she saw your underwear, rolling it up and roughly shoving it into your mouth so you could keep quiet.
“Lets see if you can keep that mouth shut, if you even think about cumming without my permission again I will stop”
absolutely screwed.
She started slowly licking your folds, your eyes already rolling back, you felt unreal as if you were in heaven. The feeling of her tongue on you was something you could get used to, her fingers started moving in you again as she starts sucking on your clit, gradually getting sloppier and you quite literally losing every bit of self respect you had left.
“You taste so fucking good”
You moaned but it was mostly muffled, she was so good at this, your head was spinning
“You sound so hot, I wish I could hear you without restrictions and rules” you felt like passing out.
“I need to have you all to myself”
You were about to cum and she just didn’t stop, she knew you were close, your legs were shaking so fast and moans getting louder. She wanted to break you.
“Cum for mommy” was all you needed to hear. This orgasm hit harder than the two last ones, she slowly kept fucking you through your high and you felt as if your voice was going to be lost after.
As you calmed down she took the underwear out of your mouth and slowly kissed you, taking her fingers out of you. As you let out a small whine, she caressed your face “such a good girl, I wonder if you can take everything else im going to give you”
You gave a confused look
“Did you think this was a one time thing? I already tasted you you’re not escaping from me that easily”
“I want all of you” you said dumbfounded
“I know baby, I think we might have to consider tutoring” she smirked.
As she helped you get dressed she gave you a small note with a water bottle, you still had a class to attend to (very late)
She watched you walk in a funny way out of her class as she giggled to herself, proud.
you decided to open the note and it read:
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text me *number*
-your favorite teacher
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this was going to be fun.
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*2 hours later*
You got to your dorm after class exhausted and a mess. You couldn’t concentrate on anything after Miss Thornhill’s class which is obvious as to why.
Your panties were ruined, you went on and took a warm shower, still thinking about her
You remembered the note she gave you and you decided to text her.
Me: Hey, it’s your favorite student😉
clever
she saw it immediately, almost as if she was waiting on me to text her.
Marilyn: hilarious
Marilyn: Today was fun, I want to have you better
Me: I could say the same
Marilyn: meet me tomorrow behind the parking lot after school
Me: wait why?
You obviously knew why you just wanted to test her
Hey! Would you mind doing a gp Top Wanda, preferably with a breeding kink? :)
Babysitting |W. Maximoff
Summary: Wanda comes back home to y/n who has been babysitting her kids.
Pairing: g!p dark mom!wanda x babysitter!reader
Warnings: smut, g!p Wanda, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, Wanda being a creep/perv, lots of breeding kink, degrading, praise, unspecified legal age gap, magic use during sex, bondage, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation. 18+
Word count: 1880
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“Oh, thank you so much, y/n, you’re a true lifesaver.” Wanda smiled as she put down her bag.
You nodded, returning her smile as you leaned back against the kitchen island. “Of course, it’s no problem. I’m happy to watch Billy and Tommy whenever it’s needed.”
Wanda exhaled with a small chuckle. “Again, thank you so much. I didn’t know what to do when the usual babysitter cancelled. Thank god you were available.”
“It’s summer so I don’t have college, I’m free pretty much all the time and right next door so just send me a message whenever you need me.” You assured her.
“Did they go to bed easily?” She asked as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter.
“Oh yeah, totally. They were a joy to babysit.”
“Thank god.” She shook her head a little before grabbing two wine glasses, filling them up with the red liquid.
She handed you a glass and you grabbed it, taking a sip before setting it down on the counter. “So, what was it you had to go away for?” you asked her.
“Some school stuff. A meeting for the parents and teachers, just boring really.” She spoke before drinking her wine. “Alright, payment. I’m sure I could transfer the money to you? I don’t have any cash right now.”
“Sure, let me just get my phone out.” You turned around and grabbed your phone from your bag on the counter, putting in the password to open it.
You felt something touch your butt for a second, you quickly brushed away the thought as you looked for the right app to receive the money. Once you felt it again you froze in your spot, Wanda’s hand placed directly on your butt as she leaned over to your ear.
“I think you deserve a bonus.” She whispered.
“Ms. Maximoff?” You said in a questioning tone.
“It’s Wanda, darling.” She spoke in a low voice, her hand trailing over your butt to your hip. She ran her hand over your thigh, slowly inching up towards your pussy. “You need to keep extra quiet, we wouldn’t want to wake up the boys, would we?”
You let out a breath, slowly shaking your head in reply. She placed a kiss below your earlobe, moving her hand up to cup your clothed pussy. “Good girl. Turn around for me.”
You slowly did, coming face to face with her as she smirked at you, and you were sure she could see the nervousness on your face. Her hand reached out, trailing softly over your collarbones and chest before her fingers wrapped around your throat. “Jump up on the counter.” She told you.
She let go of you to let you get onto the counter. You steadied yourself on your palms as Wanda lifted her hand, red glow surrounding her fingers. With the swish of her hand your clothes were all gone, your own hands quickly reaching out to cover your breast.
“None of that.” She spoke, moving her fingers once more to tie your hands together with her magic. Your wrists bound together in front of you, your legs pushed apart with her powers and she slowly crouched down in front of you. “It’s easier if you don’t fight against it.”
She leaned forward, her tongue ever so slightly touching your pussy as she looked up at your face. She moved her tongue around your clit, watching as you tried to not whine in frustration. You couldn’t move your lower body or hands, her powers kept you in that position so you were stuck just taking her teasing.
“I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” She spoke quietly, giving your pussy soft kitten licks every now and then. “All spread out and naked for me.”
“Wha-“
“No talking.” She stopped you. “I’ve watched you for so long. Just my luck that your bedroom window is right across from mine.” She gave a dark chuckle, her lips wrapping around your clit as she sucked before letting go of it, her fingers reaching out to softly rub your clit.
“You’re not very good at closing your curtains.” A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. “Seeing you change all those times really helped on the days where my imagination wasn’t the best.” She leaned forward to press kisses to the insides of your thighs.
“Do you like knowing that? That I pleasure myself while thinking of you? By watching you?” She spoke, looking directly up at your face. “I would just fuck my fleshlight while imagining it was your pussy I was cumming in. While watching your perfect tits as you took off your shirt through your window.”
Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, her tongue licking up and down your pussy simultaneously. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” She asked.
You were shocked at the information you were getting, your eyes wide as you stared down at her. “N-no.” You tried to deny it.
She smirked once more. “Then why are you dripping wet, huh? Just clenching around nothing over and over again.”
Your mind froze as you tried to think of something to respond with. Her sweet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your breathing quickened.
“You can’t lie to me, I can read your mind sweetheart.” She chuckled again. “Now, your thoughts are loud and I can hear how much you want me to lick your pretty pussy. How about you lie back and let me do my work, huh?”
You took in a shaky breath, slowly lying down onto your back as you felt her hands wrap around your thighs. You gasped as she immediately started sucking your clit, her tongue swirling around it as you felt something push against your g-spot inside of you.
Wanda tried to force you into your climax as quickly as she could, using her magic to stimulate your nipples and g-spot. She was desperate to finally see you cum, months and months of imagining it building up to this moment. She could see you getting closer, your back arching and your thighs shaking just a bit. Her mouth worked you as quick as she could, knowing with her mind reading just how to make you feel the best. You let out a loud moan once you came, Wanda moving down to lick up everything you released.
She slowly got up, moving you into a sitting position before grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, deepening the kiss immediately to swirl her tongue with yours, allowing you to taste yourself. She pulled away with a heavy breath, swishing her fingers to remove her own clothes as quickly as possible. Red swirls wrapped around your thighs as your legs were parted even more and lifted up, leaving you completely open in front of Wanda.
She bit her lip and wrapped her fingers around her cock, moving to nudge the tip against your pussy. “Oh how I’ve waited for this.” She said quietly, pushing inside of you with ease.
You let out a soft moan, your hands still bound together as Wanda started to thrust into you. Your mind turned to mush, all you could think about was how good she felt inside of you. You started moaning without thought, her hand quickly covering your mouth.
“Quiet, princess.” She breathed out, her other hand holding onto your thigh as she moved in and out of you. Your moans were muffled, your eyes rolling back into your head as Wanda quickened her pace, bucking her hips forward into you.
“You feel so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.” She groaned. “Such a good pussy… wanna fuck it forever.”
You replied with a moan, unable to speak as her hand kept you quiet. She uncovered your mouth only to nudge it open and push her thumb in. “Suck on it like the brainless little baby you are.” She grunted.
She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she looked back at you. “You needed some cock, huh? You needed to be fucked good didn’t you? Such a pretty cockslut…”
Her thumb pressed down on your tongue, making you cough. She hummed before removing her thumb, moving her hand to hold onto the back of your head. “You like being fucked right here in my kitchen? Being used like as my personal fuck toy? You’re gonna love it when I breed you, when I fill your pussy up with so much cum.”
You whined loudly. “Fuck- plea-“
“Shut up.” She said sternly, her hand covering your mouth once more. She fucked you harder, the skin around your pussy was red from her slamming into you. “I’m gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy, knowing that you’ll be all nice and pregnant from this in just a while. You’ll be so needy for me, wanting me to fuck you all the time because your hormones will be a mess.”
Tears ran down your cheeks as she thrusted into you. You were nearing another orgasm. The way she spoke turned you on so much and you almost hoped her words were true.
“You ready for my cum, baby?” She spoke out of breath. You nodded quickly, desperate to have her fill you up. “Oh fuck~”
She let out a moan before stilling inside of you, your own orgasm was forced out of you as you felt her cum in you. She was breathing heavily, staring at your face before pulling her hips back, snapping them forward as you let out a cry at the overstimulation.
“One more, you can cum once more. I’m not done filling you up.”
You whined as she began to fuck you again, you weren’t sure if you could take another one but you weren’t gonna argue with her. “You’ve been such a good girl.” She praised, kissing your cheek. “Just wanna cum in you one more time.”
She kept fucking you, more tears spilling down your cheeks as your skin slapped together. Her grunts and moans made you feel so good, giving a warm feeling inside of you. Her hand moved from your mouth, her lips were on yours in a second as she kissed you hungrily.
“Ok, you need to cum now. Think you can do that for me?” She breathed out as she looked at you.
You tried to nod, your entire body was so tired at this point and she could see it. She felt you clench around her, allowing her to finally finish in you again as you both came. “There we go…” she said softly.
She let go of her magic, quickly holding you up as your body slumped against hers. “It’s ok.”
She carried you to the couch, lying you down on top of her as she put out a blanket over the two of you. She stroked your hair as you tried to catch your breath, her occasionally pressing a kiss to your head.
“Don’t worry, it’s all ok now.” she whispered. “I’m gonna take good care of you now that you belong to me…”
Hey! Would you mind doing a gp Top Wanda, preferably with a breeding kink? :)
Babysitting |W. Maximoff
Summary: Wanda comes back home to y/n who has been babysitting her kids.
Pairing: g!p dark mom!wanda x babysitter!reader
Warnings: smut, g!p Wanda, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, Wanda being a creep/perv, lots of breeding kink, degrading, praise, unspecified legal age gap, magic use during sex, bondage, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation. 18+
Word count: 1880
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“Oh, thank you so much, y/n, you’re a true lifesaver.” Wanda smiled as she put down her bag.
You nodded, returning her smile as you leaned back against the kitchen island. “Of course, it’s no problem. I’m happy to watch Billy and Tommy whenever it’s needed.”
Wanda exhaled with a small chuckle. “Again, thank you so much. I didn’t know what to do when the usual babysitter cancelled. Thank god you were available.”
“It’s summer so I don’t have college, I’m free pretty much all the time and right next door so just send me a message whenever you need me.” You assured her.
“Did they go to bed easily?” She asked as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter.
“Oh yeah, totally. They were a joy to babysit.”
“Thank god.” She shook her head a little before grabbing two wine glasses, filling them up with the red liquid.
She handed you a glass and you grabbed it, taking a sip before setting it down on the counter. “So, what was it you had to go away for?” you asked her.
“Some school stuff. A meeting for the parents and teachers, just boring really.” She spoke before drinking her wine. “Alright, payment. I’m sure I could transfer the money to you? I don’t have any cash right now.”
“Sure, let me just get my phone out.” You turned around and grabbed your phone from your bag on the counter, putting in the password to open it.
You felt something touch your butt for a second, you quickly brushed away the thought as you looked for the right app to receive the money. Once you felt it again you froze in your spot, Wanda’s hand placed directly on your butt as she leaned over to your ear.
“I think you deserve a bonus.” She whispered.
“Ms. Maximoff?” You said in a questioning tone.
“It’s Wanda, darling.” She spoke in a low voice, her hand trailing over your butt to your hip. She ran her hand over your thigh, slowly inching up towards your pussy. “You need to keep extra quiet, we wouldn’t want to wake up the boys, would we?”
You let out a breath, slowly shaking your head in reply. She placed a kiss below your earlobe, moving her hand up to cup your clothed pussy. “Good girl. Turn around for me.”
You slowly did, coming face to face with her as she smirked at you, and you were sure she could see the nervousness on your face. Her hand reached out, trailing softly over your collarbones and chest before her fingers wrapped around your throat. “Jump up on the counter.” She told you.
She let go of you to let you get onto the counter. You steadied yourself on your palms as Wanda lifted her hand, red glow surrounding her fingers. With the swish of her hand your clothes were all gone, your own hands quickly reaching out to cover your breast.
“None of that.” She spoke, moving her fingers once more to tie your hands together with her magic. Your wrists bound together in front of you, your legs pushed apart with her powers and she slowly crouched down in front of you. “It’s easier if you don’t fight against it.”
She leaned forward, her tongue ever so slightly touching your pussy as she looked up at your face. She moved her tongue around your clit, watching as you tried to not whine in frustration. You couldn’t move your lower body or hands, her powers kept you in that position so you were stuck just taking her teasing.
“I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” She spoke quietly, giving your pussy soft kitten licks every now and then. “All spread out and naked for me.”
“Wha-“
“No talking.” She stopped you. “I’ve watched you for so long. Just my luck that your bedroom window is right across from mine.” She gave a dark chuckle, her lips wrapping around your clit as she sucked before letting go of it, her fingers reaching out to softly rub your clit.
“You’re not very good at closing your curtains.” A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. “Seeing you change all those times really helped on the days where my imagination wasn’t the best.” She leaned forward to press kisses to the insides of your thighs.
“Do you like knowing that? That I pleasure myself while thinking of you? By watching you?” She spoke, looking directly up at your face. “I would just fuck my fleshlight while imagining it was your pussy I was cumming in. While watching your perfect tits as you took off your shirt through your window.”
Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, her tongue licking up and down your pussy simultaneously. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” She asked.
You were shocked at the information you were getting, your eyes wide as you stared down at her. “N-no.” You tried to deny it.
She smirked once more. “Then why are you dripping wet, huh? Just clenching around nothing over and over again.”
Your mind froze as you tried to think of something to respond with. Her sweet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your breathing quickened.
“You can’t lie to me, I can read your mind sweetheart.” She chuckled again. “Now, your thoughts are loud and I can hear how much you want me to lick your pretty pussy. How about you lie back and let me do my work, huh?”
You took in a shaky breath, slowly lying down onto your back as you felt her hands wrap around your thighs. You gasped as she immediately started sucking your clit, her tongue swirling around it as you felt something push against your g-spot inside of you.
Wanda tried to force you into your climax as quickly as she could, using her magic to stimulate your nipples and g-spot. She was desperate to finally see you cum, months and months of imagining it building up to this moment. She could see you getting closer, your back arching and your thighs shaking just a bit. Her mouth worked you as quick as she could, knowing with her mind reading just how to make you feel the best. You let out a loud moan once you came, Wanda moving down to lick up everything you released.
She slowly got up, moving you into a sitting position before grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, deepening the kiss immediately to swirl her tongue with yours, allowing you to taste yourself. She pulled away with a heavy breath, swishing her fingers to remove her own clothes as quickly as possible. Red swirls wrapped around your thighs as your legs were parted even more and lifted up, leaving you completely open in front of Wanda.
She bit her lip and wrapped her fingers around her cock, moving to nudge the tip against your pussy. “Oh how I’ve waited for this.” She said quietly, pushing inside of you with ease.
You let out a soft moan, your hands still bound together as Wanda started to thrust into you. Your mind turned to mush, all you could think about was how good she felt inside of you. You started moaning without thought, her hand quickly covering your mouth.
“Quiet, princess.” She breathed out, her other hand holding onto your thigh as she moved in and out of you. Your moans were muffled, your eyes rolling back into your head as Wanda quickened her pace, bucking her hips forward into you.
“You feel so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.” She groaned. “Such a good pussy… wanna fuck it forever.”
You replied with a moan, unable to speak as her hand kept you quiet. She uncovered your mouth only to nudge it open and push her thumb in. “Suck on it like the brainless little baby you are.” She grunted.
She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she looked back at you. “You needed some cock, huh? You needed to be fucked good didn’t you? Such a pretty cockslut…”
Her thumb pressed down on your tongue, making you cough. She hummed before removing her thumb, moving her hand to hold onto the back of your head. “You like being fucked right here in my kitchen? Being used like as my personal fuck toy? You’re gonna love it when I breed you, when I fill your pussy up with so much cum.”
You whined loudly. “Fuck- plea-“
“Shut up.” She said sternly, her hand covering your mouth once more. She fucked you harder, the skin around your pussy was red from her slamming into you. “I’m gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy, knowing that you’ll be all nice and pregnant from this in just a while. You’ll be so needy for me, wanting me to fuck you all the time because your hormones will be a mess.”
Tears ran down your cheeks as she thrusted into you. You were nearing another orgasm. The way she spoke turned you on so much and you almost hoped her words were true.
“You ready for my cum, baby?” She spoke out of breath. You nodded quickly, desperate to have her fill you up. “Oh fuck~”
She let out a moan before stilling inside of you, your own orgasm was forced out of you as you felt her cum in you. She was breathing heavily, staring at your face before pulling her hips back, snapping them forward as you let out a cry at the overstimulation.
“One more, you can cum once more. I’m not done filling you up.”
You whined as she began to fuck you again, you weren’t sure if you could take another one but you weren’t gonna argue with her. “You’ve been such a good girl.” She praised, kissing your cheek. “Just wanna cum in you one more time.”
She kept fucking you, more tears spilling down your cheeks as your skin slapped together. Her grunts and moans made you feel so good, giving a warm feeling inside of you. Her hand moved from your mouth, her lips were on yours in a second as she kissed you hungrily.
“Ok, you need to cum now. Think you can do that for me?” She breathed out as she looked at you.
You tried to nod, your entire body was so tired at this point and she could see it. She felt you clench around her, allowing her to finally finish in you again as you both came. “There we go…” she said softly.
She let go of her magic, quickly holding you up as your body slumped against hers. “It’s ok.”
She carried you to the couch, lying you down on top of her as she put out a blanket over the two of you. She stroked your hair as you tried to catch your breath, her occasionally pressing a kiss to your head.
“Don’t worry, it’s all ok now.” she whispered. “I’m gonna take good care of you now that you belong to me…”
i literally wasn’t made to work sorry to the freaks who enjoy this grindset shit but you literally have psychological problems. i just want to sit and think and maybe talk and eat and drink
hi I hope this is ok cause I love ur shit but um do u mind writing something with Wanda x reader w overstimulation, non/dub-con, and where she fucks a tied up r w her strap? Hope this is decent I rly love ur stuff ok have a great day
Y/N: I had the weirdest dream; I was locked in a room with several versions of you who were trying to kiss me. But I'm a faithful girlfriend, and I turned them all down.
Wanda: I wouldn't be jealous of my variants, babe.
Y/N: Oh, Thank god! I totally hook up with everyone.
Wanda stepped into the bedroom, letting out a soft sigh of relief, running her fingers through her big, curly hair, “I finally got the boys to bed,”
You looked up at her from the end of the bed as you unlaced your brown boots and took them off, “That's probably the quickest time yet, babe.”
“Well, what can I say, I’ve got the magic touch~,” She jokingly boasted as she wiggled her fingers.
“You have a binky sticking out of your pocket.” You pointed out, giving her an adoring smile as she glanced down. “I swear they're just appearing everywhere.”
You two let out little chuckles, watching her wipe the end against her shirt and set it aside.
She undid her suspenders, unbuttoned her dark-blue high-rise jeans, and pulled them off, neatly setting them on the dresser. Her hands slid up her flannel and palmed her boob, softly muttering under her breath, “Fuck.”
You eyed her from the end of the bed with a concerned look, “You okay, babe?”
“Oh, yeah, it's just, ever since Billy and Tommy stopped nursing and got on formula, my boobs have gotten super swollen and sore,” Wanda explained, massaging her breasts.
A sly smirk spread across your lips as dirty thoughts raced through your mind, but one stuck, and she knew exactly what it was, “I think I know a way I can help.”
Wanda sexually bit her lip and slowly stepped over, wrapping her legs on either side of you, straddling your thighs. You snaked your hand up and squeezed her ass cheek while your other hand gripped the back of her thigh.
“And how's that, baby?” She asked, slowly unbuttoning her flannel.
You nibbled on your bottom lip, watching her undo the final buttons, revealing to you those perfect tittys you fucking adored.
“Here, let me show you.” Your hands slid up her bare waist, watching her chest rise and fall quicker from your touch. You licked your lips and dove your head to her right titty, rolling your lips around her rosy, swollen nipple, retracting back with a ‘pop.’
Wanda nibbled on her bottom lip, watching her lover's tongue circle around her bud before pulling back in. You rested her bud between your teeth and lightly sucked on the fresh source, feeling milk begin trickling into your mouth. A creamy, sweet taste, hitting your tongue at a warm, perfect temperature.
The two of you felt so close like never before. It was such a sexual and comforting experience to share.
Her nipple grew harder in your mouth as your hands admired those beautiful hips. “Y/n-” She softly moaned, driving her fingers through your hair as her hips began rocking back and forth against your thigh. You could feel her arousal soaking through her boy-short underwear.
You slipped your hand in her underwear and grazed your fingers over her pussy, spreading her wetness across her folds in a v-shape.
Your thumb slowly rubbed at her sensitive clitoris and pushed your middle and ring finger inside her until you were knuckles deep.
You began pumping in and out of her as your other hand gripped at the back of her plush thigh, feeling that sweet milk building up between your cheeks. Those pretty green eyes, ogling you from above, watching you continue suckling at her lactating nipple.
An ache built between Wanda’s thighs, growing weak in the knees, legs shaking against the bed. She steadied herself by wrapping her arms around the back of your neck.
You slightly pulled your lips back and smirked at her, “Not so family-friendly anymore, huh?” You teased, diving your lips back to her nipple.
You twisted your fingers around her plushy warmth, curling and thrusting against her g-spot, watching Wanda's head tossed back and a moan escaped her lips.
Her hips slightly bucked against your palm, breathing out, “Baby- I’m gonna- I'm gonna cum!” You moved even faster, feeling her pussy contract and pulse around you before she orgasmed.
Her head dropped against your shoulder, heavily panting as pleasure rushed through her.
You detached from her tit and licked your lips, getting a taste of Wanda's excess milk. You gently pulled your fingers out and pushed her underwear back up as you brushed your tongue against your fingers, cleaning off the cum that drenched them.
You helped Wanda gently drop on the bed beside you to catch her breath, coming down from her intense high. You brushed your fingers through her red hair and gazed down at her with a smile, enjoying this relaxing moment.
From the nursery, the two of you heard one of the boys start crying, causing the other to wake up and cry as well.
Wanda slowly began to sit up before you stopped her, “Stay here and relax. I’ll take care of the boys. “ You got up and teasingly winked, watching her smile as she leaned back on her elbows, stretching her thighs widely apart, “...I’ll be waiting.”
You bit your lip and smiled before walking out to attend to the boys, but fuck, were you in dire need to get your kids to bed.
Y/N: I’m really bothered that gay marriage is still illegal in some places because some people “don’t like it”. Like, I don’t like beans, but THEY AREN’T ILLEGAL ARE THEY?
Peter: What’s wrong with you, beans are delicious!
Natasha: Gay people are delicious too
Y/N: No dessert for you until you eat all your gays
Tony, just walking in: w-what?
Natasha, deadpan: Shut up and eat your gays.
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