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wanda maximoff x fem!reader

tags: smut, d/s, cnc mentions, strap-ons, masturbation, dumbification, possessive & jealous behaviour, fingering (r receiving), hair pulling, face slapping, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, mommy kink, mommy!wanda maximoff, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

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summary: You start a job as a teacher’s assistant under high school teacher Agatha Harkness. All your coworkers take an instant liking to you- everyone but Wanda Maximoff.

“And we come to the end of the tour,” Agatha told you and stopped walking.

You turned to face her and smiled. “Thank you, Agatha. I can’t even begin to express how much this means to me. I’m so excited to work here under you.”

Agatha stepped forward to wrap her arms around you. She was warm and welcoming like that. You liked that about her. You hugged her back and closed your eyes. “Oh, darling. I’m so lucky to have you assigned to assist me,” she admitted, and when she pulled back from the hug, there was a wide smile on her lips. Agatha was so pretty. “The kids are a handful, especially as we begin to near the end of the school year. You’re a godsend.”

Looking down at the ground with a blush and a shy smile, you answered, “Thank you.”

A hand is placed on your upper arm with a squeeze and the two of you continue to head down the hallway. It was early in the morning, a few minutes before school began for the day, and the hallways were nearly empty, so it didn’t take much movement for a woman slipping out of her classroom to catch your eyes. You looked up from your shoes to the woman.

Green eyes looked over the sheets of papers in her hands as she walked down the hallway, heels of her black stilettos clicking. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as she looked intensely focused on the content she was reading over. Long, soft-looking dark strawberry blonde hair slipped from behind her ear. Your eyes ran down her body, taking every curve in. She was wearing a sinfully tight black pencil skirt and a wine red blouse. It was a striking contrast against her creamy ivory skin.

You did not know why your heart skipped several beats when Agatha called the woman’s name. A desire to run and hide from the woman’s gaze tightened your chest. You stood by Agatha’s side, hands pressing against the sides of your legs to prevent yourself from fidgeting in front of her. Wanda. That’s what her name was.

“Agatha,” Wanda responded with a polite nod of her head. Her eyes found yours and she stared at you for a moment, her expression still. You could almost swear her gaze flickered down at your lips for a third of a second.

“This is my new assistant, Y/N Y/L/N. She’s going to be working here until the end of the school year,” Agatha introduced you, looking over at you with a proud smile. You wanted to do nothing more than run away at that very moment with the eyes of two women like Wanda and Agatha on no one else but you.

A hand reached out to you. Wanda’s. “It’s lovely to meet you,” she said with an passive smile. You took her hand and shook it, your fingers just barely having enough grip on her hand to ghost her skin.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wanda,” you responded as simply and professionally as you could. Her grip on your hand was stern but her fingers were soft. You missed her hold when she retracted her hand from you.

“It’s Ms Maximoff,” Wanda corrected promptly. Your blood ran cold. Fuck. Bad first impression.

Agatha cleared her throat. “Ms Maximoff is our foreign language teacher here.” You detected some discomfort in her tone, but you couldn’t be bothered to determine its meaning. Your eyes stole glances of Wanda Maximoff whenever you could under the impression that she didn’t notice every time your eyes flickered over to her face or her hips or the unbuttoned collar of her blouse.

Wiping the palms of your hands against your sides awkwardly, you spoke again, “Sorry. Ms Maximoff,” you corrected yourself. Wanda seemed pleased with your compliance and she nodded. “Um… What languages do you teach?” Your attempt to continue a conversation with her was pathetic, but at least she looked like she was putting together a response. Agatha was barely in your eyeline, but you imagined she looked slightly out of place.

“Anything Slavic,” Wanda replied simply. Her eyes did not leave yours once as she answered you. The brief answers coming from her were directly opposing the undivided attention she gave you as green eyes focused exclusively on you, her body not turning away for a moment either.

It must’ve been a good sign though, wasn’t it? If your impression had been bad enough, you imagined Wanda wouldn’t pay as much attention to you as she was now.

“Oh, wow,” you mused. Wanda must’ve been quite smart, having spent that much time learning that many languages. Your mind wandered to a focused Wanda teaching a different language in her tight pencil skirt, the words rolling off her tongue with a certain rasp and smoothness that was signaturely hers. Her blouse unbuttoned just a tad bit more as she leaned over your desk-

“Do you come from a Slavic-langauge speaking country?” you asked, forcing yourself to be monetarily free from your fantasies in order to look like a functioning human being in front of the prettiest woman alive.

Despite the hesitation that occurred before your second sentence, Wanda looked unphased. Did she notice it at all? She noticed every single quirk of your eyebrows and the upward twitches of the corners of your mouth, every millisecond you took before answering her. “Indeed. I grew up in Moscow,” she responded, her clandestine attentiveness to your behaviour unexpressed.

You could only find yourself nodding in understanding of her response. Your brain was sorted through hastily for a satisfactory response to that, but you found you couldn’t do anything but nod silently.

Speaking up again, Agatha inserted herself into yours and Wanda’s conversation, “We don’t want to keep you, Ms Maximoff. We’ll be off.” She nodded in your direction and you turned to follow behind Agatha. Her sudden stern professionalism towards Wanda went unnoticed by you. You looked over your shoulder to smile at Wanda politely but she was already heading down the hallway.

Later, during lunch in the staff room, you were alone in the empty room after finishing your meal. The day had passed quite quickly, but then, it was only noon. Either way, you imagined it was also partially due to how nice everyone was to you and how much you were enjoying the job. Agatha was entirely too sweet to you, and her students were too.

While heading towards the staff room earlier, Pepper Potts, who taught business and management, spoke with you while she went to print out copies of her worksheet assignment. She was married to Tony Stark, the school’s mechanics teacher. She was wonderfully informative and supportive of your presence at the high school. After the conversation, you found you were eager to meet everyone else.

But Wanda was very different from them. She was withdrawn and elusive, but the depth in her stares while you spoke with her was evident of a rich inner world behind sharp eyes and controlled behaviour. Wanda seemed to like you the least of everyone you worked with, but she intrigued you the most.

The door of the staff room was pushed open and you raised your head from your phone.

Wanda stepped into the staff room, a stack of papers in hand and an empty coffee mug in the other. Her eyes were raking down the content of the papers she was holding. You wondered if she even noticed you were sitting at the table at the side of the room, and with no desire to surprise her, you sunk down in your seat and kept quiet.

Peeking from above the top of your phone, you watched as Wanda set up the Keurig to brew herself a cup of coffee. A desire to see the flavour she chose for her coffee grew within you as you continued to silently watch her.

She spoke suddenly and you jumped in your seat, “You’ve caused quite the stir amongst the staff here.” So, she had known that you were in the room, and she was entirely unconcerned with your presence. Her back was still facing you as she placed her mug under the Keurig’s spout.

You put the realisation behind you to answer her, picking the conversation up from where she had started it. “Really? Why?” you asked, feeling inexplicably proud.

“It’s beyond me.”

And just like that, all the pride deflated from you and you felt dejected.

Wanda stopped the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips at the thrill that degrading you gave her. But you were a sweet girl, truly. You took her indolence well despite how purposely cold she was being. There was something so alluring about the falling of your shoulders and the responsibility you obviously immediately carried on your back to please her the moment she felt displeased.

“There is one thing you can do for me, Y/N,” she spoke, turning around to look at you. The sight she was greeted with was nothing short of captivating. You were sitting at the furthest seat from the entrance of the staff room, your body shrunken down in your chair, evidence of shy obedience.

“What is it?” you answered, immediately excited to make it up to her. Wanda absolutely adored it.

“The coffee brewer seems to be broken again.”

“I’ll fix it!” you offered quickly and stood up from your chair to walk over to her.

Wanda watched you intently as you headed over to the Keurig behind her. She turned to face you, not wanting to miss a moment. Your tongue peeked out at the corner of your mouth as you began fiddling with the coffee machine, trying to figure out how to fix it. You were so cute and innocent. So good to Wanda despite how indifferent she behaved around you. She watched you the entire time you were fixing the Keurig.

Panic was spread across every one of your nerves, desperate to quickly find an answer to Wanda's issue. If you backed away from the machine without having fixed at least a single part of it, you’d die of embarrassment once you had to sit back down without an answer. A wave of relief washed over you as your eyes trailed up the Keurig's wire. “Oh! It’s not plugged in,” you noted aloud and reached over the counter to plug it in. The wire was inches away from the tips of your fingers.

As if she hadn’t known that, as if she hadn’t been the very one to unplug it to be able to call you over to her, Wanda leaned over the counter instead and plugged the machine into the outlet for you, allowing you to see down her blouse and at her breasts. She was wearing a scarlet red lace bra. You imagined a matching pair of panties and your cheeks immediately turned as red as her lingerie.

“You’re a doll. Thank you,” Wanda said finally, straightening up to walk back around to your side of the counter. She started to brew her coffee again. As she did, you looked away from her, willing yourself to stop blushing and act normal. How long had you been staring? Unbeknownst to you, only Wanda knew. She knew down to the very second how long you had been looking down her blouse, eyes running over the swell of her breasts that were hugged snugly by her bra.

You backed away from Wanda and headed to your seat. You’d have to be back at Agatha’s classroom in a few minutes and needed to start heading there now. There was no further conversation with Wanda as you packed your things back up while she brewed her mug of coffee. What interaction you had with her, if one could even call it that, was when you exited the staff room together.

Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop were passing by the room when you left. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of you and backtracked their steps to face you together.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Kate greeted you with a grin.

“Kate and I are about to go for lunch at the pizza place down the road. Do you wanna join us?” Yelena offered.

You only noticed Wanda was behind you when she abruptly spoke. “Lunch ends in five minutes, girls. I do hope you’ll be back in time for class. Otherwise, I wouldn’t suggest leaving at all,” Wanda told them sternly. Her eyebrows were stitched together. She almost looked angry. You had no idea Wanda was such a strict teacher, but perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised.

Yelena and Kate exchanged a look and you glanced over to Wanda. Her glare was unyielding as she stared the two students down as if she was silently challenging them to argue with her. Her head tipped to the side slightly, menacingly, even, and the two girls finally responded.

“Fine, Ms Maximoff,” Kate huffed out, irritation laced tightly around her response.

“Guess we’ll starve today,” Yelena retorted and the two girls continued heading down the hallway to their classes, but not without Kate flashing you a smile from over her shoulder.

Wanda said nothing more after that, and she passed you without a word after Kate and Yelena turned a corner.

You watched the swaying of Wanda’s hips as she walked ahead of you, then her red lips as they wrapped around the rim of her mug. Forcing yourself to look away, you closed the staff room door and headed down to Agatha’s classroom.

The rest of the day passed as quickly as you imagined it would. Natasha Romanoff, who you learned taught physical education, walked you to your car as the two of you conversed about miscellaneous topics. But mostly about each other.

Natasha was a witty and kindhearted woman. You quite enjoyed talking with her, and by the time you arrived at your car, you wished you had taken more time to walk with her. Against the driver's door of your car, she and you continued your conversation. She had progressively been stepping closer to you as you conversed, and you were glad for the closeness that you were forming between you and your coworkers.

There were only a few cars left around the two of you by the time you and Natasha exchanged numbers, including a red Buick that was parked a few metres behind yours. After giving her phone back from adding your number into her contact list, the Buick’s engine started. It drove past you and Natasha, picking up speed as it pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road as if the driver was in a rage.

“Was that a student here?” you asked Natasha, taking your focus away from the car and back to the redhead in front of you.

Natasha pushed herself from the door of your car, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “I think that was Wanda’s car,” she answered nonchalantly.

The very mention of her name sent chills down your spine. You shifted in your spot and spoke up, “I think it’s time I head home, but I’ve really enjoyed meeting you.” It was true, you did thoroughly love meeting Agatha, Natasha, Pepper, the students, and even Wanda, although you were entirely sure she did not share the same sentiments.

“Of course. So have I. See you tomorrow,” Natasha responded understandingly with a warm smile.

You fell asleep that night thinking about Wanda Maximoff. Her ringless ring finger. The long locks of her dark orange hair. The inviting colour of her green eyes, almost daring you to delve deeper into them every time you caught them with yours. The swell of her breasts as her blouse exposed the entirety of her red lace bra. Her curved hips hugged tightly by her skirt as she walked ahead of you in the hallway at lunch.

Second to wanting to sleep in for another ten minutes, Wanda invaded your thoughts at the moment of your awakening as well.

As you ate your cereal and read a novel absentmindedly, you noticed the notification from an unknown number.

‘Hiya, Y/N. Good morning :)’ it read.

You knew instantly that it was Natasha. After adding her to your contacts, you responded with, ‘Hi, Natasha! Good morning to you too xx’

When you arrived at work an hour later, you were quick to notice the absence of Agatha’s things in the locked classroom. Had she not yet arrived? You hoped she was pulling into the parking lot now, because any other distance would render her late. How would her students get in?

“Y/N. Good morning,” a voice greeted from behind you and you felt yourself tense. One does not spend every hour of their night and morning daydreaming about a woman only to not recognise her voice the next time you saw her.

Turning around to face Wanda with a meek smile, you replied to her, “Good morning, Ms Maximoff.” You did not notice the way Wanda inhaled sharply at the sight of you, her back straightening slightly. You were wearing skinny jeans that hugged your legs a tad too tight for a professional setting, a black lacy tank and a dark brown loose sweater atop of it. Green eyes wandered up your figure for several milliseconds before meeting yours. The action was not lost on you, but the meaning of it was disregarded as chaste.

After clearing her throat, Wanda spoke again, “Unfortunately, Agatha is out sick today. There is a substitute coming in to supply for her absence, but Steve decided you wouldn't be learning all that you could here if you were working under a substitute teacher, even if for a day.”

Steve Rogers was the high school’s principal. From the brief time you spent with him during your interview and several times as you passed him in the hallway, you saw him as a cordial and confident man.

Wanda listed a few teachers, “Pepper is on a field trip today and her husband’s class went with her. Bruce is otherwise preoccupied, as what is typical. And Natasha…”

There was a pause in her sentence as if she was waiting for some type of reaction on your end. When one did not come, Wanda finished her sentence, “She is available today, but Steve approached me first. So, you will be working under me for the day.”

Working under… Wanda? All day? You swallowed and looked away from her, scratching at your cheek lightly in an attempt to hide your flushed face. Nails then dug into your palms as you tried to take hold of the wildly blooming nerves in your stomach. How were you going to spend the entire day within close proximity to Wanda and behave like a normal human being?

“Okay,” you replied.

Wanda was amused by your simplicity, your willingness to follow along with anything she demanded of you. Her lips twitched upwards as she repressed a smirk. She turned to head across the hallway to her classroom, not uttering a single word to you as she imagined you were following behind her. You were.

You were a bit shorter than Wanda, so you spent the time running your eyes up the expanse of her hair, wondering how it would feel if your fingers brushed through it. Would she like the feeling of it? How did she like her lovers to touch her? How did she touch them?

The door to her classroom was unlocked and she stepped through, flicking on the light as you followed behind her. She was wearing a striped dress consisting of reds, yellows, oranges, and blues. It was similar to the style of the seventies, but Wanda pulled it off perfectly. The ivory tone of her skin balanced out the vibrance of her dress. Her long straight hair framed her high cheekbones. Wanda was beautiful.

You wanted to feel her skin against yours, her warm breath blowing down the side of your neck. You wanted to be enveloped in her scent- sweet fig and woodsy earth. Her rough hands roaming your body without a sliver of hesitation, without restraint.

A sigh escaped Wanda as her bag slipped from her shoulder, laying it down on her desk chair. She turned to you. “You can sit wherever you’d like,” she told you, her hand gesturing to the U-shaped table by her desk. You set your bag down at the table closest to the door and furthest from Wanda’s desk.

“Please, darling, closer. No need to be so far away.” Wanda beckoned you over with her hand and, with a blush, you picked your bag up and sat in the middle of the table. “I don’t bite,” she purred out, and your legs turned to jelly. Fortunately, you plopped yourself down in your seat on time.

“That’s better,” she said with a pleased smile and lifted her bag onto her desk to take a seat at her chair. Wanda began unpacking her things and you watched her as you unpacked yours too. It was slightly unsettling how sweet she was being to you so suddenly. She had always been a bit aloof and, frankly, repelled by you. What had changed? The answer was far from realisation and that settled in you uncomfortably.

“I teach four classes a day,” Wanda spoke as she flipped through a large binder she had in her desk drawer that was now sitting on her desk in front of her. You settled your movements and you stayed quiet to listen to her words. “I know you’re used to a maximum of two with Agatha, but I am the only foreign language teacher here, and Agatha is one of the several history teachers. Hence, I teach more in a school day than her.” She had her binder open to today’s date. There was a list of detailed events and scheduled lessons outlined on the page. “I hope this isn’t too much for you. If you can’t keep up, I’d recommend you relegate to Ms Romanoff’s classes for the day instead.”

The last bit sounded demeaning of Natasha, but you tried not to read into it much; you had no clue how your coworkers interacted with each other, and for all you knew, Wanda’s wording meant nothing. “No, it’s not too much for me, Ms Maximoff. I can keep up,” you promised her with a nod.

Wanda’s chin rested in her hand as she looked at you, an impressed hum sounding from her. “That’s good. I knew you were a bright girl, Y/N,” she praised with a smile. The upwards curve of her soft lips was unrestrained and genuine. Wanda looked so natural like this. You didn’t know her much, but even you could figure that the overly-strict and stern high school teacher was not everything she was. She was more. Much more. You hoped this was only the beginning of figuring out just what that ‘more’ involved.

“Thank you, Ms Maximoff,” you responded, proud of having been praised by her.

“You can call me Wanda.” She’d been strict with you because she liked having you submit to her. She liked when you addressed her formally, how simple-minded you were when you followed her orders. But avoiding diving into things right away for some foreplay, whether you knew it was happening or not, was delicious. Now, she’d have you another way.

Pride beamed out of you as you successfully arrived at first-name basis. As if every god in Valhalla stood together to smile down at you, a giggle escaped Wanda at your reaction. You were so adorable. Innocent. Corruptible.

“Okay. Wanda,” you replied with a bright grin. The name slipped smoothly from your tongue, embracing every curve of your mouth and edge of your lips.

Wanda’s head tipped to the side in her hand, staring at you with something alike to admiration. The attention made you squirm and you looked back down to your notebook filled with miscellaneous notes on Agatha’s history lessons and notable methods of teaching.

Several students slipped into the classroom and you watched Wanda’s posture straighten and she hardened back into her previous sternness.

“Good morning, Ms Maximoff,” some students chirped as they headed to their desks. Wanda greeted them politely and she continued with setting up the day’s lessons.

It finally settled in you that Wanda was going to speak another language for most of the day, and you were allowed to listen, help where you could, and take notes. This was the closest thing you’d ever gotten to heaven. You doodled absently and took some notes on Wanda’s methods of preparation, all the while students were filing into the classroom steadily.

Ten minutes later, everyone was settled and Wanda stood from her seat, heading towards the front of the class. “Good morning, everyone. I hope you’re all well-rested, because our Russian lesson will be heavy this morning,” she told them as she reached the front of the room. The students groaned simultaneously. She handed a stack of sheets to the student closest to her to hand out the papers, which they promptly did.

“But first, I’d like to introduce Y/N.” Wanda gestured to the back of the classroom where you sat. Approximately twenty-five heads turned to look at you. You smiled awkwardly and waved. “For today, she’s going to assist my class. Don’t be afraid to go to her for help with any of your academic questions,” she spoke. Her eyes were on you for several moments, and once they left you, they did not return until Carol Danvers stood from her desk during the class’ work period to speak with you.

After Wanda’s lessons, you had learned how to read several letters of the Russian alphabet, and how to say ‘Hello, how are you?’ in Russian too.

“Hi,” Carol said shyly as she invited herself to take a seat in front of you across the table.

You didn’t know much about Carol besides what Natasha had told you the other day. Carol was the top of her class in physical education, continuously excelling in sports team leadership, winning countless trophies for the high school when their teams went out to tournaments. She was a bright young woman with a promising future, but the way Wanda glared at the two of you interacting made you question your first impressions of her.

“Hi,” you answered with a polite smile. You shifted in your seat, positioning yourself to talk to her with undivided attention. “Can I help you with something?” You’ve always loved helping people. You loved having answers to things, to see the enlightened expression on people’s faces once you helped them. You loved pleasing.

Incidentally, Wanda loved being pleased.

Maria Rambeau exchanged a look with Carol and the blonde turned back around to you. The exchange was slightly odd, but Carol’s curious eyes brought your attention back to her. “Actually, yes,” Carol started and played with her fingers atop of the table. “I was wondering…” Her words came out slow but you simply nodded in patient understanding.

If looks could kill, Carol Danvers would’ve been incinerated by Wanda on the spot three times over.

“Are you, um… Do you do after-school tutoring?” Carol asked with an innocent raise of her eyebrows. You took a few seconds to come up with a response as you tried deciphering what she was asking of you. “I just mean, I do a lot of training and tournaments during and after school. So, I was just curious if you offered tutoring. Y’know, after school,” she elaborated with dramatic swishes of her hands.

Wanda knew precisely what Carol was asking- whether or not you had plans after work, whether or not you were seeing someone. Her jaw clenched and she forced herself to wait a few moments longer so she could reprimand Carol with just enough evidence to send her back to her desk. She hadn’t known you long, no, but time meant little to Wanda when you were being flirted with right in front of her.

Wanda also knew that you were too oblivious to know what was going on, and if you were to eventually figure it out on your own, it’d take several more minutes for you to do so.

And Carol was much too young for you. She had just turned eighteen, and Carol’s attraction to you was nothing more than a childish crush. You needed someone mature, someone with experience. Someone to tell you what to do. Sweet girls like you deserved that. Not a half-brained high schooler.

“What do you need tutoring with? I’m not very good with Russian like Ms Maximoff is, if that’s what you’re looking for,” you replied to Carol with a sheepish smile. The mention of her name in your mouth while talking to another girl made Wanda feel all the more territorial over you.

“Uh, anything!” Carol replied with an eager grin. She sat up straight in her seat, hands in her lap as she leaned forward confidently. “I mean, anything. I’m sort of… lacking in everything. Academically. So, whatever you can offer, I’d love to go out with.” Her words stumbled into a Freudian Slip, and not even you could miss that one. Carol’s face turned bright red and she stuttered out helplessly, trying to cover up what she had just said.

Peter Parker giggled with Kate somewhere closer to the front of the classroom. With Carol’s status at school, she had many friends, meaning many people knew her business. Everyone knew that Carol was a lesbian and crushing hard on Ms Harkness’ new assistant. Realising how loud she had been speaking, Carol flushed even redder and she stood up abruptly. “Sorry,” she muttered out into her hands, obviously embarrassed as she excused herself from the classroom without another word.

A grin tugged at Wanda’s lips after all of thirty seconds passed before Carol messed things up for herself without any external intervention. She couldn’t help the throb between her thighs when you remained hers without having to lift a single finger.

Your eyes followed Carol as she disappeared down the hallway. Immense guilt fell over you as you thought over what you could’ve done to support her. You didn’t like her the way she did you, but she was a nice girl. Your fingers tapped against the table anxiously.

About to stand up to follow Carol out to comfort her, Wanda spoke to you, “Y/N.” Her voice was quiet but stern as it cut through the otherwise silent classroom. You turned to her. ‘Leave her,’ Wanda mouthed silently. The demand felt domineering. Possessive. But you couldn’t shake the warmth that it placed in your chest, being commanded by Wanda Maximoff. You sat back down in your seat and continued to go through your course’s sideshow from yesterday that you had missed to have your first day here.

Wanda smiled at your easy compliance and returned back to her own work.

Up until lunch, the day had not only been passing quickly, but enjoyably as well. Wanda was very obviously passionate about teaching languages, and she was more than qualified to do so. Her lessons were etched into your mind with ease as you listened closely to every word Wanda uttered about the history of the Cyrillic language and Russian grammar as her speech was interlaced with an accent that was much stronger while she was speaking English and Russian simultaneously. The rolling of her R’s made your core throb uncomfortably.

“Would you like to go out for coffee with me, sweetheart?” Wanda offered as she put her notes away into her binder after class. You nodded immediately in response and the high school teacher smiled down at you. She took her purse with one hand as she approached you. A finger hooked itself under your chin and Wanda tipped your head up to look at her. Her eyes were solemn as they looked down at your doe eyes and soft lips. A smile formed on her lips again as you let her touch you without restraint, completely at her mercy.

Maybe if it was anyone else, you’d have pulled away from the contact without a second’s notice. But it was Wanda. Wanda had hooked her finger under your chin, making you look up as if you were on your knees for her. And you would’ve actually done so if she asked. Your warm breath exhaled on her ring-clad thumb as its pad ran softly over your bottom lip. Green eyes were dark as they continued to look down at you. You wished you knew what she was thinking. Her gaze was possessive and almost patronising.

“Sweet girl,” she uttered out softly. “Let’s go.”

As Wanda headed towards the classroom’s front door, you quickly packed your things into your bag and followed behind her hastily, nearly tripping on the foot of the U-shaped table. A smirk was flashed at you as Wanda mused at your eagerness to spend your lunchtime with her.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you and your new position here,” Wanda assumed aloud as she pulled out of the school’s parking lot. She was wearing shades with the car windows down, wind blowing through her strawberry blonde hair. When you slipped into the passenger’s seat, you were certain this was the exact same car that sped past you and Natasha yesterday.

Carol tiptoed around it, but Wanda was not entirely one for subtleties when she knew what she wanted. She’d take you whole.

Your head leaned against the side of the car, allowing the wind to caress every inch of your face as Wanda drove to a cafe she knew. “I’m sure he would be if I had one,” you responded. You were quite the oblivious person sometimes. It didn’t take much to be the most intuitive person your friends knew, but when it came to your own personal life, you couldn’t tell when someone was purposely flirting with you until they outright mentioned it like Carol had earlier.

Wanda’s car smelled good. It smelled like her. Subtly sweet. Honeyed earth. It felt like a warm, indirect hug from her.

The comfort you felt as you were driven down a sunny road by Wanda was not lost on her. She looked over at you warmly, the sight of your eased expression made immeasurable pride blossom in her. Nothing Natasha nor Agatha could do would ever make you feel like this, and Wanda was doing little to nothing to have you wrapped around her finger. If she leaned over to wrap a collar around your pretty neck, she doubted you’d protest at all. ‘Wanda’s dirty whore,’ the collar’s name tag would say, and you’d show it off proudly, wouldn’t you? To every pathetic bitch who wanted to fuck you, letting them know that you were entirely hers.

Wanda ground her hips into her seat slightly, applying pressure to her throbbing centre. A muffled moan came from her as she bit down on her bottom lip, both desperation and the desire to be subtle around you contending.

“Is everything alright?” you asked her as you lifted your head from the window.

“I’m fine, darling. You’re so lovely to me,” Wanda replied with a small sly smile. From behind her shaded sunglasses, you couldn’t see the way green eyes trailed down your body, dangerously unfocused from the road. Her tongue pushed into the inside of her cheek, thighs pressing together as her eyes ran down your legs, hidden away, tightly, by your jeans.

Lunch with Wanda was wonderful. She was so gorgeous and kind despite how cold she had been to you when you first met. She went not more than several minutes before flattering you again. Her hands reached for you at every chance possible, running down your legs, your upper arms, tucking your hair behind your ears. You felt so pampered, so taken care of. She bought your coffee and the croissant you wanted- or more accurately, eyed, to which Wanda promptly bought for you. She brushed off the crumbs from your jeans with her palm and around your mouth with her thumb. Her fingers tightened around your thighs as she brushed the crumbs away from them, and took her time in brushing her thumb over your lips, simultaneously stern and feather-weight.

Halfway through the lunch, Wanda went to the washroom, and you thought nothing of it. While she was gone, your mind raced with the lingering feeling of Wanda’s hands on your body, on your face. Minutes turned into seconds while your fingers traced over the ghosting sensations of Wanda’s hands.

All the while, Wanda’s dress was hanging from around her wrist, head leaning back into the wall of a bathroom stall as she thrusted wet fingers into herself languidly, her panties pulled to the side. She kept her moans and pants soft to hear the sloshing of her own cunt, never mind the possibility of someone walking in. What rational bone she had in her body was nonexistent while her mind was filled with the feeling of the pliability of your skin under her wandering hands, the scent of you filling her every sense, even as you were sitting in the other room.

Wanda panted your name out repeatedly as if it were a prayer, each syllable of it running through her mouth, tasting the way it caressed her tongue. Her fingers picked up speed as she drew closer to her climax. The heel of her palm pressed into her clit and her knees buckled, a desperate whimper escaping her. Her walls clenched around nimble fingers as she reached her hilt. She slid down the stall door, riding through her orgasm with shaky fingers, until she forced her legs to straighten and hold herself back up.

Between shaky breaths, Wanda took her hand out from between her thighs and let her dress fall back to its original place. After taking the next few moments to clean herself up, she headed back out to the cafe. Even if you had suspected that she’d been masturbating in the washroom, the sight of a perfectly kempt Wanda would’ve done away with your suspicions.

Approaching from behind you, Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder, squeezing her arm around you gently. “Ready to go, angel?” she asked, looking down at you. You looked up to her and a warm smile formed on Wanda’s lips the moment she saw your curious eyes. So innocent and pretty when you were looking up at her like that.

You responded with a nod and stood up in Wanda’s hold. To avoid overwhelming you with physical contact, Wanda’s arm slipped from around your shoulders and she stepped back to allow you to get ready to leave. You placed the empty coffee mugs beside each other and stacked your sandwich plate atop of Wanda’s before leaving the cafe with her.

Wanda forced herself not to touch you any further to avoid delving into the delusions of her expedition in the washroom earlier. Unbeknownst to her, you were aware of the sudden decline of physical contact, and you missed her warm venturing hands.

You walked closer to her so your shoulder brushed against hers. Wanda did not pull away. If you had urged her just a little bit more, she was likely to climb atop of you in the car and fuck you with her fingers until you came in her mouth whether you wanted it or not. The desire to do so was clawing itself up the frame of her body, and with enough prompting, it’d burst from her every seam. But you parted from her to round to your side of the car and Wanda inhaled sharply as she unlocked the car and entered into the driver’s side.

You’d be the death of her.

Wanda wished she had her strap stowed in her car to bend you over in her backseat and fuck you until you couldn’t take anymore. The car would rock with every pound into your pussy, letting everyone know who you belonged to. Perhaps her students would catch her, and there would undoubtedly be consequences to that, but that was far from the list of Wanda’s primary concerns.

Throughout the ride back to school, Wanda kept stealing glances of your relaxed body language, your expression at ease as you were vulnerable in her presence, entirely trusting of her. She could feel pressure begin to build between her hips again at your innocence. You had no idea how Wanda’s fingers had been knuckle-deep in her cunt earlier, fucking herself until she came to the thought of you. You had no idea how desperate she was to fuck you dumb.

Needless to say, it was a turbulent ride as Wanda’s needs went unsatisfied. She imagined coming right out with it and telling you how wet she was, how badly she needed you to eat her out. Like the good girl you were, you’d do anything for her. Anything she asked you to. She imagined the feeling of your soft hair as it was tightened into her fist while she pushed your face further down between her thighs, her other hand squeezing the wheel.

Wanda pulled into the school’s parking lot and parked her car within the next several moments. She and you had a few minutes left before lunch ended. “I really enjoyed lunch with you,” Wanda told you, taking her keys out of ignition as she looked over to you.

You smiled widely, pride bubbling up inside you. The sight made Wanda all but melt. “I did too. I hope we can spend more time together soon,” you admitted. As kind as Natasha and Agatha were, your admiration of Wanda was dissimilar to how you felt about them. Your admiration for Wanda nestled within you warmly. It opened your eyes to find every opportunity possible to spend with her. It was uplifting and exciting.

Wanda’s hand raised to your cheek, stroking your cheekbone softly with her thumb as one would do with fine porcelain. She cared little about the possibility of anyone catching the two of you. In fact, she almost hoped for someone to. Natasha Romanoff or Carol Danvers, any of those other pitiful broads trying to get into bed with you. They didn’t deserve you. “We should get going, angel.” The tips of her fingers grazed along your jaw as she pulled away to step out of the car.

You sat in the car for a moment more, trying to catch your breath and settle your nerves from the sudden intimate contact. To avoid looking like an idiot, you forced yourself to follow Wanda and step out of the car, taking your bag with you as you rounded the vehicle to join her side.

The Russian smiled over at you and you took a step closer to her side as you both headed into the school. Her pretty girl, stuck to her side without so much as a beckon. Although, you’d likely love it more if Wanda had her hand tightened around your forearm, forcing you forward by her side possessively.

“Y/N!” a voice called from behind you and Wanda. The two of you turned at the doors of the school to see a familiar redhead heading your way with a waving hand.

Wanda’s jaw tensed and without a second thought, she raised her hand to the small of your back. You arched slightly, unknowing of the way you stepped into Wanda’s side. But Wanda had caught onto it. A smirk tugged at her lips at your subconscious desire to be hers. The hesitant expression on Natasha’s face only pulled her smirk further upwards.

Natasha’s eyes flickered between the two of you, but you were entirely oblivious of her curiosity. “Are you two… Were you out? For lunch?” she asked, an awkward smile on her lips as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Wanda and I went out for coffee,” you told her, sounding proud of being in Wanda’s presence. “Did you have lunch already?”

Wanda pushed her tongue into the side of her cheek at your concern for Natasha.

“I… I did. I texted you earlier, actually. I wasn’t sure if you got my texts,” Natasha said with a sheepish chuckle. “Were you busy?”

“She was,” Wanda replied abruptly. Your gaze darted over to her, surprised at the harshness of her tone. Even when you’d first met, Wanda never sounded like that.

Natasha’s gaze hardened momentarily, but she eased her stance and expression quickly in an attempt to play nice around you. “Alright. It’s no problem. Just don’t forget to text me back when you’re free,” she told you with a slight smirk. She passed close by you, shoulders nearly brushing as Natasha entered the school.

The demanding tone of Natasha’s words spiked immeasurable amounts of anger in Wanda. The slyness of Natasha's smirk and the implication in her glare. Without even having meant to, Wanda’s hand formed into a claw and she dug her nails into the small of your back as her eyes followed the redhead into the building. The pain was sharp and you pulled away at the feeling of Wanda’s nails pressing into your skin. Although she noticed the way you flinched from her painful contact, Wanda only rounded her hand to your hip, pulling you flush against her side.

Without another word, Wanda walked you into the building with her, both of your hips joined. Her fingernails were still digging into your skin, albeit into your hip this time, but the warmth radiating from her, the scent of her perfume, numbed the pain entirely. With her other hand, she fished her classroom keys out of her purse. From what you recalled, Wanda didn’t have a class next period, so you weren’t sure why she was so hurried. Her key nearly slipped from her fingers as she shoved it into the doorknob.

“Wand-”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Wanda gritted out. Her jaw was clenched and her fingers trembled slightly. The edge of her tone startled you, but her evident imbalance made you feel more concerned than intimidated.

She pushed the classroom door open and pulled you in by your waist. The lights were off, but the room was basked warmly by the afternoon sun in shades of orange and red. You stepped into the room, placing your bag down on the table you were sitting on earlier while you listened to Wanda closing the classroom door behind you. When you turned around, the high school teacher was only inches in front of you. Within seconds, her hands were on your hips, pulling you against her body.

Her lips were crushed onto yours, teeth knocking together as her tongue darted out to run against your lips. She tasted like coffee. She smelled eternally of what was identifying itself to you not as perfume, but as something uniquely Wanda Maximoff. Your body stumbled back into the table but Wanda’s tight grip on you kept you upright. Her breasts were pressed flush against yours and you breathed out shakily. Wanda’s hands trailed down from your hips to your ass, squeezing roughly. You squealed softly into her mouth. She forced her tongue into your mouth, though she didn't meet very much resistance to begin with. She explored you with her tongue curiously and without equivocation. A low groan came from her and she lifted one hand to tug at the waistband of your jeans, fingers tucking themselves between the fabric and your soft skin.

“You have no idea…” Wanda whispered against your lips, “how terribly I’ve wanted you to myself since I met you yesterday.” With her hand on your ass and the other wrapped around the waistline of your jeans, she pulled you from the table, led you forward, and collided your back with the classroom’s front door. A sharp gasp winded itself out of you but Wanda was quick to cover your lips with hers again. Her body pushed further into you, hips knocking against yours.

Even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to slip out from between Wanda and the door. But you didn’t try. You didn’t even think about it. You kissed her back with attempts at leverage over the kiss, but she easily took control of you. Your world was enveloped in her. Her scent as she was pushed up against you. The wandering of her hands and their perpetual scratching and groping of every inch of your body she passed over. The pressure of her lips against yours, the intrusion of her tongue, and the moans she let out because she was touching you. All because, finally, she had you for herself.

Wanda took hold of your hand and raised it up to her breast, forcing you to grope her. The feeling of holding her like this drove you just as wild as it did Wanda. Her hips bucked against yours, causing a whimper to escape you at her dangerously close proximity to your core.

“Tell mommy she makes your princess parts all wet,” Wanda huffed out against your ear. The term made you shudder. Her words were filthy and spoken without hesitation. The idea that Wanda was always like this while behaving through composed professionalism made your cunt throb harder. You could barely respond to her with the uninhibited pressure between your legs and the feeling of Wanda pressed up against you. Her every contact with your body made your skin’s sensitivity increase tenfold. You buzzed with desire to be touched. Your other arm raised to wrap around her waist tightly.

Wanda chuckled darkly and she kissed your cheek in admiration. “I’m not a patient woman. But since you’ve been so obedient for mommy, I’ll let your unresponsiveness slide just this once. I’ll check your little pussy myself.” She let go of your hand to trail down your stomach, and your hand switched to her other breast, squeezing tightly. Wanda groaned at your harshness and her hand tucked itself into your jeans. Her hand descended further and her fingers pressed against your clothed centre. The fabric of your panties were damp with your juices and the tips of her fingers ventured deeper into your folds.

You melted in her hold and you let out a long moan, high-pitched with need. Your hips bucked down, desperate for more attention. Wanda pressed her fingernail into your clit in forewarning, her upper lip curling as she pulled away from the crook of your neck to look at you. Your hips jerked back up at the small sting of overstimulation that shot up your centre. She tutted at your impatience. “I don’t like that,” she snapped, her voice low and reprimanding. “Be still and pretty for mommy. That’s how I'd like my little girl. Do you reject this?”

Your head shook immediately, aggressively. “No, no. I’ll listen to you, mommy. I want to make you happy.”

A bright smile pulled at Wanda’s lips at your obedience at your willingness to call her mommy. “You make mommy very happy, princess. Now, be sweet and let me touch your pussy,” she told you and leaned forward to kiss you. The kiss was much softer than the first one, her lips moving over yours gently. The placidity of the kiss’ force might’ve been imagined as impossible after the roughness of Wanda’s previous actions, but she could be a gentle lover as much as she was a force required to be sated. Her fingers softened against your core before carefully raising her hand to tuck them into your panties.

The tips of her fingers ghosted over your slit, your heat quickly enveloping her digits. Wanda leaned forward to kiss your neck, then up the column of your throat. She nipped and sucked at your skin, surely marking you for everyone to see, and she did so proudly. The warmth of her kisses were cooled with her trails of saliva she left against your skin as she moved on to pepper kisses and bites elsewhere.

Her fingers dipped into your folds slowly, teasingly. “Tell me you want it. Show mommy how much of a dirty slut you are for her,” she demanded against your jaw. She bit at your skin, causing you to yelp.

“I want it, mommy,” you whined, eyes screwed together tightly. “I want to be yours.” Your hand rounded her hips, tugging at her dress. Her legs were slowly exposed as you pulled her dress upwards, desperate to touch her too.

“So good to me…” Wanda muttered out and kissed your cheek. Her fingers pushed into your hole, but not before brushing over your clit and making you shudder. Slowly, she eased into you, stretching your walls apart. Wanda sighed breathily at the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around her fingers. Her warm exhale tickled your neck. “Just a little bit more, princess,” she encouraged as she inched her middle and ring fingers deeper into you.

She could feel the way you were attempting to untense around her to take Wanda’s fingers like the good little whore you were. “You’re so tight,” Wanda grunted out softly. You could hear hints of an accent when she spoke low like that. It made you wet in ways only Wanda could feel. She angled her wrist to position her fingers straight into you. “Has it been a while since my sweet doll’s been fucked?” She laughed sadistically and your head lolled forward to rest on her shoulder. You nuzzled your face into her neck.

You whimpered out, “Mommy.” Her words were all too true. It’d been so long since you’d been properly fucked, and within seconds, she had you like clay in her arms. When you felt Wanda several inches into your hole, fingers slowly parting inside you to stretch you out, your puffy lips reached her knuckles.

Wanda hummed appreciatively. “There we go, good girl. Mommy’s all in now,” she praised with a smile. She kissed your lips, warm and soft. When she pulled away, the tip of her nose brushed against yours intentionally. The soft gesture juxtaposed the way she began pumping into you. You mewled as her fingers pulled in and out of your tight hole. The tightness of your jeans made it so that Wanda’s palm was pressed against your cunt. The heel of her hand rubbed against your clit.

She sighed in vexation. The apathy of the sigh, the idea that fucking you with her fingers was such a simple action for her, made you moan out. You had no shame in having Wanda treating you like a needy hole and nothing else turn you on. “I got so tired of having people try to take you from me. Half of the staff here would bed you without a second thought if they could. And don’t get me fucking started with Danvers. Would you like that, malysh? To be fucked by anyone other than your mommy?”

You had no clue Wanda had felt so possessive over you. You had noticed the way she glared at Carol while she spoke to you, but the thought that she had been this jealous even before was something you’d never would’ve thought of. “No, mommy. I’m only yours. I don’t want anyone else to touch me. Not Carol, or Nat-”

Wanda took your jaw in her other hand with one swift movement. Her fingers pressed into your cheeks painfully. “I didn’t say anything about Natasha. Are you thinking of her right now?” she snarled. She gave you no more than a second to respond, and when you did not, she let go of your jaw and slapped you across the face. A gasp escaped you at the sudden impact but you continued to take Wanda’s fingers, horny even while being slapped around by her.

“You ungrateful whore,” Wanda hissed. “Mommy’s been so good to you.” She sounded as if she was in genuine anguish, but the way her fingers began to pump into you with increasing force told you otherwise. Pain and pleasure shot through you simultaneously. “I bought my little girl lunch, and I’ve been so gentle with her up until now. Are you telling me that I shouldn’t have done that? Are you telling me that you’re thinking about that Romanoff slut while mommy’s fucking you with her fingers?” Her eyebrows furrowed together and there’s a hint of a pout of her lips.

Her palm slapped across your face again. “Yebanaya shlyukha,” she scolded. You had not a single clue what she had said, but you felt degraded anyways. Through your surprised gasp at the second slap, Wanda forced you to look at her again and spat in your mouth. “Swallow or I slap you again,” she demanded with a clenched jaw. You closed your mouth and swallowed. “You get so wet when mommy hits you, baby. It’s cute.” You flushed at the observation. “Now, tell me, what exactly was she talking about earlier? What was that bitch texting you?”

“N-Nothing important, mommy. Promise.” The speed at which you submitted to Wanda had to have broken some kind of world record.

“Good. Because after this, you’re going to give me your phone and I’m going to read your messages. All of them. Mommy will decide whether or not you still get to talk to Natasha, and anyone else after my princess.” Wanda kissed you again and she felt you nod in understanding. Without warning, she slipped her fingers out of your pussy and you groaned at the empty feeling. You hadn’t known how much Wanda was stretching your walls apart until she took her fingers out of you.

Her other hand raised to entangle her fingers in your hair. She lifted your head up and brought her glistening fingers to your mouth. You had only opened your mouth a centimetre at the sight of her fingers’ position before she pushed her fingers forward into your mouth impatiently. The sudden action made you gag as her long slender fingers slid down your throat. Your tongue lifted to press against her fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“Taste good?” Wanda asked with a sly grin. The sounds of your gags as you tried to accommodate her fingers as they penetrated your throat made Wanda buck her hips forward into yours. She imprinted the noises in her mind, saving it for later when she would miss you. Your eyes were screwed together, trying your best to take Wanda like she wanted you to.

She pulled her fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with her tongue, savouring your flavour with a deep kiss. A groan escaped her at the taste, and she pulled you away from the door with a hand on your hip and the other with a handful of your hair in her fist. Wanda flipped your positions, lips still on yours as the back of your knees hit the edge of her desk. She pushed at your hip, forcing your kiss to break as the front of your thighs were pushed against the desk’s edge.

Wanda leaned in to speak against your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. “Let mommy fuck your princess parts, darling. Do you know what that means?” she husked out. Your hair smelled so good. You smelled so good. You were so soft and warm in her arms. You were so perfect. Her body embraced you from behind, arms tightened around your waist. You could feel the way she ground herself into your ass. She was so desperate to touch you to the point where she was humping herself against you.

You’re almost entirely sure what she meant, but your mind was too fuzzy to think without Wanda’s guidance. You shook your head.

Wanda cupped your sex through your pants. A whimper escaped you as the pressure of her rough fingers. You were still so sensitive from being stretched out. “This is what it means. Will you let mommy fuck your pretty hole with her dick?”

“Please, mommy. I can take it,” you pleaded. Your head fell back onto Wanda’s shoulder, allowing her more room to kiss your neck. She pressed soft kisses to your pulse points, inhaling your scent deeply.

“Good. Because mommy would’ve fucked you stupid whether you wanted it or not,” Wanda told you. She raised one hand from your hip to place it on your upper back. Without warning, she pushed you forward so you were bent over the desk. Several objects clattered to the ground at the sudden action, but Wanda was unconcerned with them. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, kitten.” Her hand was placed on your head, petting your hair softly before she rounded the desk and nudged your head down roughly when she let go of you. Your hair fell into your face.

Heels clicked against the classroom floor as Wanda walked away from you. You raised your head to look at the older woman. She was rummaging in the tall coat closet behind her desk. “Mommy knows how badly you want her. You’re too little to think for yourself, so let me do it. Mommy knows what's best for you,” she spoke out. Her words were partially muffled as her arms were digging into the depths of the closet, but you heard her every word.

A scarlet red object was pulled out of the closet and you squinted, attempting to figure out what it was that was hanging from her hand. Wanda closed the closet and approached you. As she came closer, the object became clearer. A black harness hung from around her hand. She stopped at your side, lowering the faux cock to your face. It was a strap-on. A rather large one. “You had that in your classroom?”

Wanda noticed your bewilderment and she chuckled. “Indeed. Ever since this morning. You like it?” she asked you, waving it in front of your face teasingly. “I brought it here just for you, after meeting you yesterday. Now, open.” You parted your lips at once. She eased her strap forward then slid it down your throat. Your lips wrapped around it and Wanda smiled at your submission. She fucked your mouth with the strap carefully. Tears formed in your eyes as Wanda eased it further down your throat.

“You fucking whore…” she muttered out. Her words were degrading but her tone was indicative of nothing less than admiration. The strap’s tip pressed against the back of your throat, making you gag. You looked up at Wanda, eyes full of tears and your vision blurred. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, relaxing your throat further for her cock.

“Mm. That’s good,” Wanda hummed out and scratched at your scalp soothingly with her other hand before she sped up the pace, fucking your mouth with her strap rapidly. The two of you kept going just like that for a few minutes until Wanda slowly pulled her strap out of your throat. You sucked at its tip gingerly once it slipped out of your mouth completely. Once your mouth was completely empty, saliva dripped onto Wanda's desk as you panted, trying to catch your breath. With a smug smile, Wanda ran the tip through your lips. She then straightened and laid it on the desk. She leaned down to reach her hand up her dress and you swallowed, finding it difficult to tear your eyes away from the sight.

She slid her panties down her smooth legs and stepped out of them. She balled it up and stuck the lacy black garment into your mouth. It didn’t take long for the sweet, tangy flavour of Wanda’s juices to spread throughout your mouth. You lifted your tongue to run through the fabric, finding the exact spot where her orgasm in the cafe’s washroom spread through her panties. “Of course you’d like having mommy’s panties stuffed in your slutty mouth,” Wanda noted with a proud grin. She kissed your forehead and picked the strap-on up from the desk and lowered it to her ankles to step into it.

Your eyes darted down Wanda’s dress when she leaned down. She was wearing a thin black bra, its lacy pattern matching that of her panties. You could see her erect pink nipples peeking through the black lace and Wanda smirked up at you. Your face flushed at having been caught staring at her like you had been in the staff room the other day.

Wanda straightened again, her dress hanging from around her wrists as she fastened the strap’s harness around her hips. The dark red faux cock stuck out from between her hips and you swallowed at the sight of its size, twinges of panic bubbling up in you at the idea of being fucked by something like that.

“Don’t think too much, moya lyubov,” said Wanda as she rounded you to position herself behind you. Her hands tucked themselves under your sweater and ran up your sides, gripping your torso harshly. You hoped she left bruises. “I’ll have your mind too fucked out to think about anything soon enough. Don’t overwork yourself,” Wanda cooed. She stepped forward so her strap pressed against your ass. Even through your jeans, you could feel her.

Lifting your arms up behind you, Wanda slipped your sweater off, exposing your arms. She threw it to the side somewhere. You heard its zipper clink against the classroom floor. You felt hands round your hips to unbutton your jeans, and with one swift movement, Wanda tugged your jeans from your thighs and let it pool around your ankles.

Wanda leaned down to press kisses to your ass, then lower to kiss your clit through your panties, inhaling the scent of your arousal. She licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, moaning at the way your flavour spread across her tongue even through the soaked garment. You were so wet for her. She pressed another kiss dangerously close to your outer lips and she straightened again. She pulled your panties down so it laid atop of your jeans.

Her lips parted and she leaned back. “Look at this…” Wanda mused and tucked her thumb between your folds, parting them and exposing your heat to the cold air of the classroom. “You have such a pretty pink pussy, baby.” Her thumb pressed into your hole teasingly before placing both hands on your waist. Your position was humiliating. You were bent over the cold desk in Wanda’s classroom, your ass completely exposed to her. You had little to no control over your own body, over your own mind. As Wanda’s cock laid between the valley between your asscheeks, you couldn’t imagine a future for yourself beyond being fucked stupid her.

You closed your eyes, trying to place as much focus as you could to what Wanda was doing behind you because you couldn’t see her. She slowly slid her cock through your folds, then positioned the tip of it against your hole. Without warning, Wanda slid the entirety of her dick into you, causing you to jerk forward and cry out at the sharp pain that shot through you, her panties still stuffed in your mouth. Your arm reached forward to grip the opposite end of the desk, pushing a hand-in basket to the ground. Sheets of student assignments fluttered to the ground.

“Don’t be an ungrateful brat, detka,” Wanda hissed out and leaned forward to take hold of your wrist, removing your grip around the edge of the desk. She pulled both of your arms back and held your wrists down against your lower back. She used the leverage to pull your ass against her hips with every thrust. Wanda removed the gag from your mouth and tossed her panties to the side somewhere. “That would’ve hurt so much more if mommy didn’t stretch your tight little pussy out earlier. Can’t you just be grateful for once? You hurt mommy’s feelings.” You could hear the feigned pout Wanda put on as she spoke.

Her hips snapped into you swiftly with incredible amounts of force. You supposed she was right. As painfully as her thick cock was spreading your hole open, you imagined you wouldn’t be taking her as well as you were if Wanda hadn’t spent the time to stretch you out earlier.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you panted out, desperate to make it up to her even while you were quickly losing more and more of your own autonomy. As much as you wanted to be good for her, your walls were taking much longer to wrap around her than you anticipated. Wanda's was the biggest cock you'd ever taken. “It hurts…”

“Shut the fuck up and take mommy’s cock like a good girl. Be patient and let me use your pretty hole,” Wanda snapped. She took a bundle of your hair into her fist, pulling you further backwards and arching your back. It gave her a greater advantage to pound into you harder. "You're so fucking dramatic," she husked out into your ear.

“Mommy… Ah! Slo-w, please.”

Wanda raised her hand up to her ear and swung it back down to spank your ass before letting go of your hair. She leaned forward so her front cocooned your back as she pushed your face into the desk, her hand still on the back of your head. She whispered into your ear breathlessly, “Mommy can do whatever she wants. I own this pussy. Don’t you want to make me happy?” Her thrusts into you were ruthless, taking not even a single moment’s break since she first entered you. Wanda grunted into your ear softly with every snap of her hips. She buried her face into the crook of your neck.

Your whines and complaints soon became infrequent, then entirely nonexistent as pain dissipated to sole pleasure. Moans, high-pinched and needy, escaped you without restraint, although Wanda frequently pinched your clit to remind you to be quieter. Even though the classroom door was locked and her desk wasn’t in view from the door’s window, there was always a chance that your sounds would echo down the school’s hallways. The two of you were already taking a great risk with the rapid slapping of your skin.

A voice suddenly called into the classroom, “Ms Maximoff? Are you in there?” Everything in you froze, a dozen weights being dropped into your stomach.

Wanda grunted in annoyance at Carol’s presence. Her hips jerked forward rougher than the steady pattern she had been keeping earlier. “Mm. Miss Danvers has a spare this period. Should I ignore her, sweetheart?” she asked you, sounding condescendingly sweet.

You nodded immediately, your face still pressed into the desk as your hair remained grasped tightly in Wanda’s fist.

Wanda responded instantly as if she had just been waiting for your response in order to purposefully do the exact opposite of what you’d tell her. “I’m in here, darling!” She smirked down at you.

“Have you seen Y/N? I was looking forward to speaking to her about something after lunch, but I can’t seem to find her. Ms Romanoff told me she’d be with you,” Carol responded. Your mind was too fuzzy, your body buzzing pleasantly as you let Wanda fuck you the way she wanted to, to have heard the shy apprehension in Carol’s voice. But Wanda heard it clearly. The teenager truly was crushing hard on you.

Wanda let go of your hair and groped your breast harshly, her every irritation caused by the blonde athlete evident in the way she fucked you. She was fucking into you harder now, her eyes glaring at the classroom door as if she was about to burn holes right through it. Wanda focused back onto you and with her arm wrapped around your torso and the other around your hips, she lifted you up so you were being hugged by Wanda from behind. No matter the positions the two of you took, Wanda’s thrusts never faltered once. She twisted at your nipple painfully and pinched at your clit, and all you could do was lay against her like a good girl, hushed moans and mewls escaping you.

“In other words, she wants to fuck your needy cunt too. Do you want her, detka? I’ll call Carol in for you and take my cock out of your cunt.” Wanda was so possessive over you. The mere thought of anyone else but her wanting you drove her mad. You were hers to fuck, to masturbate to, to adore. Her perfect girl.

“I don’t want that, mommy. I only want you, please,” you begged, pushing your ass into her lap. Wanda grinned at your eagerness. You were such a filthy whore; your mind was almost completely fucked out, yet you still had enough in you to fuck yourself on her cock.

Wanda unwrapped her arms from around you suddenly, pushing you back down onto the desk as if you were a lifeless fuckdoll solely for your mommy to use. You let out a small whine at the impact. “You’re too little to make your own decisions, baby,” she told you, manicured black nails running down your lower back. “I’ll breed your fucking pussy and stuff you full of my cum so you’re mine forever. This is not a one-time thing, malysh. I’m going to force you to have my fucking children and you’ll be my pretty little housewife for the rest of your life. It matters little to me whether or not you want it.”

Her name tumbled from your mouth between breathless moans. You felt yourself nod obediently against the cold expanse of the desk. Images of being Wanda’s housewife flashed in your mind. Falling asleep in her arms, being the only thing Wanda thought about the very moment before deep slumber, and when she awoke in the morning with you cuddled into her chest. Having her come home after a tense day at work to let her stress out on you, slapping your face around as she fucked your tight hole until you were a shaking mess, and perhaps even while you were asleep, stopping only when she was satisfied.

You’d do anything to make that your reality.

“Tell that slut to leave and I’ll let you cum,” said Wanda. Her fingernails dug deeper into your skin and you wondered if she was pricking blood out of you. The thought was brief as your mind quickly zeroed in on one goal, and one goal only- cum on Wanda’s cock.

You tried your best to talk as if you didn’t have Wanda fucking you from behind, “Carol.”

“Oh, you’re in there?” the blonde responded. There was a rattle at the door.

Wanda chuckled at the horror that struck your face when you had forgotten for a moment that the door was locked.

“It’s locked!” Carol called back cluelessly.

You felt guilt clawing at you. She was such a nice girl, and-

“Can’t you do anything on your own? Or does mommy have to do it for you?” Wanda snapped from behind you.

“Sorry, Carol, I’ll have to… Mm!” You winced, pushing your ass further into Wanda’s hips. “Mommy…” you pleaded under your breath. Whether you were begging for her to fuck you harder, or to slow down entirely, you did not know.

Wanda’s hips were pounding into you faster, skin slapping as her hands forced your body down onto the desk. “You’re such a fucking whore, baby,” she whispered. Her fingers run goosebumps up against your back before she leaned forward to lay against you. She kissed your neck. Your hips were being pushed into the edge of the table, making them sting painfully. But you hardly paid any mind to it.

“Y/N? A-Are you okay?” Carol asked from outside.

Wanda pulled you up against her then spun you around. “Y/N has her hands tied, darling. You’ll have to come back later,” she answered for you. Under the door, Carol’s shadow disappeared dejectedly. You smiled gratefully at her and laid your head on her shoulder. Wanda hushed you and kissed the side of your head. “That’s a good girl. You tried your hardest to please mommy,” she cooed.

You nodded into the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her waist as tight as you could manage. She smelled nice.

Wanda fisted your hair into her hand and pulled you up with her, forcing you to step out of your garments that had still been pooling at your ankles. Her cock slid out of you and she turned you around, kissing you until she pushed you against the closet behind her desk. She lifted your leg up, hooking her arm under your knee to allow her more access to pound into you. Her strap slid into you again with ease and she picked up her pace, fast and unrelenting. You were so full. She slid her hand under your black tank, pulling your bra down to grope harshly at your breast.

“Now, you can cum. My perfect princess. Make mommy happy.” Wanda whispered countless other soft praises into your ear, and your arms tightened around her waist, sole dependency on Wanda forming within you. She twisted your nipple painfully. Her long hair fanned out down your shoulders as she kissed your neck, nipping at every inch of your skin her mouth could reach.

Her thrusts became sloppier as she drew closer to her own high. She panted into your ear, letting you hear how close she was. Your hands tucked themselves under Wanda’s dress and found her ass, squeezing and pulling her into you. Wanda groaned in appreciation and bit at your earlobe with her teeth teasingly. While you pulled her hips into you, Wanda was able to grind her clit into the harness of her strap, bringing herself even closer to her own summit.

“Mommy, I’m going to cum,” you whimpered out, squeezing your eyes together tightly.

“Cum for me, princess,” Wanda said and kissed your cheek before continuing to moan into your ear. She hooked her arm under your knee more firmly, her nails scratching at the side of your thigh. She tucked her hand between your stomachs, then between your hips, where her fingers found your clit. With four fingers, she rubbed against your erect mound swiftly. If Wanda hadn’t tightened her grip around your leg a moment ago, you would’ve long melted to the floor like jelly.

You laid your head against Wanda’s. Your body was completely limp as you got your hole fucked relentlessly. Wanda scratched at you. She took the skin of your neck and collarbone between her teeth, then ran her tongue across each bite before kissing up your marked skin hastily. You could feel the way Wanda was grinding against the leather base of her strap’s harness as she was inching towards an orgasm.

Wanda raised your head from the crook of her shoulder and rested her forehead atop of yours, your eyes meeting viridescent orbs. Her eyes screwed together as she struggled out, “I’m coming! Fu-Fuck! Princess, I’m-”

Her fingers' movement against your clit slowed as did her hips, and her very last thrust before she was pushed over her edge was what you needed to reach your own hilt.

“That’s right, cum on my dick you fucking whore,” Wanda grunted out laboredly against your cheek through her climax. You raised your other hand to her shoulder. Your fingers dug into her, sharp pain shooting through to her skin, your fingernails piercing through the sleeve of her dress.

Wanda leaned forward to capture your lips with hers weakly. The two of you moaned into each other’s open mouths as you rode out your orgasm together, walls tightening around Wanda’s cock that was still shakily thrusting into your cunt. She took your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it as she pulled away.

There was a hazy but smug grin on her face. Wanda’s hands found your hips, letting your leg drop to your other. She pulled you from the closet door, leading you back to her desk. “My little baby can’t do anything without mommy, huh?” she said against your forehead before pressing a kiss there. With your face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, your arms were wrapped around her waist, completely dependent on her as your body trembled with the last tremors of your orgasm.

With her hands on your ass, Wanda lifted you up onto her desk. The slick that was sticky against your inner thighs dripped onto the desk’s cold expanse. Wanda pulled back from you and your arms tightened around her.

“No, don’t leave me, mommy,” you blabbered out desperately, burying your face further into her neck. Your mind was so light and fuzzy as you embraced the older woman.

Wanda laughed and kissed the top of your head. Her pretty princess was so needy. It was adorable. “Not gonna leave you, puppy. Just going to take my cock out of you, okay?” she reassured. You nodded and loosened your grip around her so Wanda could release the harness from around her hips. Her strap, glistening with your cum, dropped onto your pile of clothes. She wrapped an arm around your waist and stepped into the space between your thighs and with her fingers, she drew gentle shapes along your spine. With her other hand, she pet your hair soothingly.

“That was wonderful, baby,” Wanda told you and laid her head atop yours. “My little girl took mommy’s cock so well. Mommy’s perfect whore.” Her praises made you feel all warm inside. A satisfied, nonsensical murmur came from you, to which Wanda hushed. “Don’t talk. Just let mommy hold you, baby. Moya dorogaya devochka.”

“But you have a class…” you tried to protest.

There was about fifteen minutes before Wanda's next class started, and realistically, the two of you should’ve been getting ready soon. But Wanda didn’t want to do anything but hold her little girl, even if only for five more minutes. “We’ll think about that later. For now, just do what mommy says, baby.” From then on out, you were Wanda’s. Entirely hers. And she would do well to let everyone know about it. “You’re mine.”

“I know, mommy,” you uttered out happily against her neck before hugging her close to you.

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