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Reminder that excluding trans mascs and trans men out of your discussions of trans issues is bad, actually.

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Lesson Eleven: Confessions

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Pairing: Professor Wanda Maximoff x Student Reader

Rating: M 18+ Smut

Summary: After days of distance and too many unspoken feelings, the tension between you and Wanda finally snaps. What starts as a desperate confrontation turns into something neither of you can pretend to ignore anymore.

Warnings: smut, teacher/student, fem!reader

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The hallway outside Wanda’s apartment felt colder than it should have.

You stood there longer than you meant to.

At first you told yourself she just hadn’t heard the knock. Maybe she was in the shower. Maybe she was grading papers in another room with music playing.

But the longer the silence stretched, the louder your thoughts became.

Your mind had already been spiraling the entire walk here.

You could see it too clearly, Wanda leaning against her desk earlier that week, that female student lingering after class while everyone else packed their bags. The way Wanda had tilted her head while listening to her. The quiet laugh you had caught from across the room.

You had tried to tell yourself it meant nothing.

Professors talked to students all the time.

But the memory wouldn’t leave you alone.

What if she’d asked the girl to stay for more than questions about an assignment?

What if Wanda had looked at her the same way she used to look at you?

Your stomach twisted.

What if that girl was here right now?

Your eyes flicked to the closed apartment door in front of you.

Your chest tightened painfully.

Maybe Wanda hadn’t answered because she wasn’t alone.

The thought crawled through your mind before you could stop it.

Maybe she was inside with her. Maybe she was inside of her. 

Maybe the reason Wanda hadn’t heard the knock was because she was too busy.

Your breathing grew uneven.

Your brain filled in images you hated yourself for imagining.

Wanda’s hands on someone else.

Wanda’s voice low and warm, saying someone else’s name.

The girl from class pressed against her kitchen counter, laughing softly while Wanda-

You squeezed your eyes shut hard.

“Stop,” you muttered under your breath.

But the jealousy had already taken hold.

It burned in your chest, sharp and humiliating.

Because the worst part was how possible it felt.

You had spent days watching Wanda act like nothing had happened between you. Like the tension, the looks, the way she had nearly broken that night… meant nothing.

So maybe it really had meant nothing.

Maybe she had moved on the moment you walked away.

Maybe she had replaced you without even thinking twice.

Your throat tightened painfully.

You knocked again.

The sound echoed dully through the quiet hallway.

Nothing.

Your stomach dropped.

You leaned your forehead briefly against the door, letting out a shaky breath.

“This was stupid,” you muttered to yourself.

What had you expected? That she would open the door immediately, pull you inside, and confess everything you’d been dying to hear?

You swallowed hard and stepped back from the door.

Your chest hurt.

The drive here had been fueled by adrenaline and desperation. Now that it was fading, doubt was creeping in.

Your stomach twisted painfully again.

Maybe that girl was already standing where you were now.

Maybe Wanda had already moved on.

You dragged a hand through your hair, breathing unevenly.

“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself.

You turned, ready to leave before you could humiliate yourself any further.

“...Y/N?”

Your name froze you mid-step.

The voice was low. Familiar. Slightly breathless.

Your heart slammed violently against your ribs.

You turned slowly.

Wanda stood at the far end of the hallway.

A paper grocery bag was tucked against her hip, one arm wrapped around it. A few loose strands of dark hair had slipped from her bun, framing her face. She looked like she had walked straight out of a long day, coat half buttoned, keys still dangling from her fingers.

But the moment her eyes landed on you, she stopped moving entirely.

For a moment neither of you speak.

Her eyes move slowly over you, taking in your flushed face, the tension in your shoulders.

“You’re… here,” she says carefully.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah.”

Wanda walks closer, the sound of her steps echoing softly against the hallway floor.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

The question hits harder than it should.

You laugh weakly.

“I was asking myself the same thing.”

Wanda stops a few feet away now.

Her gaze flicks briefly to the door behind you.

“You were knocking on my door....”

You shrug.

“Guess so.”

Silence settles between you again.

Your chest is still rising and falling too fast.

Wanda notices.

Her brow furrows slightly.

“Did something happen?”

The concern in her voice almost breaks you.

You shake your head immediately.

“No.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

“Y/N-”

“You asked that girl to stay after class today.”

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

Wanda blinks.

“What?”

“That girl,” you repeat, your voice tightening. “The one sitting near the front.”

Her confusion deepens.

“You leaned against your desk and smiled at her,” you continued, your chest tightening with every word. “Then you asked her to stay after.”

Realization slowly crosses Wanda’s face.

“That’s why you’re here?” she asks quietly.

Your throat burns.

“I just wanted to know how long it took.”

Her expression hardens slightly.

“How long what took?”

“For you to move on.”

The hallway goes silent.

Wanda stares at you like she can’t believe what you just said.

“Move on?” she repeats.

You laugh bitterly.

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“Y/N-”

“You don’t talk to me anymore,” you cut in, the frustration finally spilling over. “You barely even look at me in class.”

Her jaw tightens.

“And then I see you flirting with some other student like nothing ever happened.”

“I wasn’t flirting,” Wanda says sharply.

“Oh really?”

Her grip tightens slightly around the grocery bag.

“She asked a question about the assignment.”

You shake your head.

“Right. And the whole ‘stay after’ thing?”

“Office hours,” Wanda says.

Your chest heaves.

“Sure.”

Wanda studies your face carefully now.

And something shifts in her expression.

“You were jealous,” she says slowly.

The words make heat rush to your face.

“No I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Y/N.”

Her voice softens slightly.

And somehow that makes everything worse.

Because suddenly all the frustration you’ve been holding back the past few days rises to the surface all at once.

“Do you have any idea what this has been like for me?” you say.

Wanda’s expression falters.

“You push me away,” you continue, your voice shaking now. “You act like none of this ever happened, and then I have to sit in your class every day pretending I’m fine.”

Your eyes burn.

“You look at everyone else like it’s normal,” you say hoarsely. “And I’m just supposed to do what? Forget?”

Wanda doesn’t answer.

Her chest rises slowly as she watches you.

You shake your head, frustrated tears threatening now.

“I tried,” you admit quietly. “I tried to stay away from you.”

Your voice cracks. “But I can’t.”

The confession hangs between you.

Wanda’s breathing changes.

“And then I see you smiling at someone else,” you continue, your voice barely steady now, “and my brain starts telling me you’re probably touching her the way you touched me.”

Wanda’s composure finally breaks.

“Y/N-”

“I thought maybe you were already-”

“You think I’m sleeping with my students?” she interrupts sharply.

You falter.

“I-”

Her voice drops, raw now.

“You think I would do that?”

The intensity in her voice makes your heart pound harder.

“I didn’t know what to think,” you whisper.

The hallway falls silent again.

Wanda sets the grocery bags down slowly on the floor beside the door.

Her hands linger there for a moment like she’s grounding herself.

Then she looks at you.

And something in her expression has changed completely.

“You really think it’s that easy for me?” she asks quietly.

Your chest tightens.

“What?”

“To just move on.”

Her voice is rougher now.

“You think I can stand in front of you every day and not feel anything?”

You stare at her.

Your heart starts racing.

“Because I can’t,” Wanda says.

The words land hard in the quiet hallway.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Everything inside you goes still.

For a moment you’re not sure you heard her correctly.

The hallway feels suddenly too quiet, too small, the space between you charged with something heavy and fragile.

Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Wanda…”

Her eyes don’t leave yours.

“I tried,” she continues, her voice rough now, like the words are being dragged out of her. “I tried to do the right thing.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat.

“You think I wanted to avoid you?” she says quietly. “You think it was easy pretending nothing happened?”

She lets out a short, bitter breath.

“Every time you walk into that classroom I have to remind myself not to look at you too long.”

Your chest tightens.

“Not to remember what you sound like when you-” She cuts herself off, jaw tightening.

Silence stretches between you again.

You swallow hard.

“Then why did you push me away?” you ask.

The question comes out smaller than you meant it to.

Wanda’s gaze softens for a moment.

“Because I’m supposed to,” she says.

Her voice cracks slightly on the last word.

“You’re my student.”

“I know that,” you say quickly. “But you can’t act like nothing happened either.”

Her eyes flicker with something intense.

“You think I haven’t tried?”

You shake your head slightly, emotion building again.

“All I know is that you shut me out.”

Wanda runs a hand through her hair, clearly struggling with herself now.

“I was trying to protect you.”

“From what?”

“From this,” she says quietly, gesturing between the two of you.

The air feels thick now.

Your chest rises and falls unevenly.

“But it didn’t work,” you say softly.

Wanda looks at you.

“No,” she admits.

Another long silence falls.

You glance briefly at the door behind you.

Her groceries are still sitting on the floor.

“You should probably put those away,” you say weakly.

Wanda follows your gaze.

For a moment neither of you move.

Then she reaches down, picking the bags up again.

“Come inside,” she says quietly.

Your stomach flips.

You hesitate.

But your feet move anyway.

Wanda unlocks the door, pushing it open before stepping inside.

You follow her, the door closing softly behind you.

The apartment is dim and quiet, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound.

Wanda sets the groceries down on the kitchen counter, but she doesn’t start putting them away.

Instead she turns to face you.

The tension from the hallway hasn’t disappeared.

If anything it’s worse now.

You stand a few feet apart, both of you unsure what the next move is supposed to be.

Your voice breaks the silence.

“I meant what I said out there.”

Wanda’s gaze lifts immediately.

“When?”

“When I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”

Her expression tightens slightly.

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

You step a little closer.

“Because it’s true.”

Wanda exhales slowly. “You’re making this harder.”

“I think it’s already hard,” you say quietly.

Your eyes meet hers. “And pretending it isn’t doesn’t change anything.”

Her control looks thinner now.

“You don’t understand what this could cost me.”

“I’m not asking you to ruin your life,” you say quickly.

Wanda lets out a quiet laugh that sounds more tired than amused.

“That's exactly what this is.”

You shake your head.

“No. This is two people who can’t stop thinking about each other. I’m not going to be your student forever…”

The words hang between you.

Wanda’s breathing is noticeably slower now.

More controlled.

Like she’s trying very hard not to give in to something.

You step closer again.

Now you’re only a few inches apart.

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about me,” you say softly.

Her jaw tightens.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you did.”

Your voice drops slightly. “And I’m glad you did.”

Wanda looks like she’s fighting a losing battle.

“You should leave,” she says quietly.

The words don’t match the way she’s looking at you.

“You don’t want me to.”

Her gaze flickers.

“You don’t know what I want.”

You hold her eyes.

“Yes I do.”

The silence stretches again.

Then you say it.

“I want you.”

The confession lands heavily in the room.

Wanda closes her eyes for a brief second like the words physically hit her.

When she opens them again, the restraint she’s been clinging to is clearly breaking. Her eyes are slightly glazed, pupils expanding.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” she says softly.

Your heart races.

“Then show me.”

That’s the moment something in her finally snaps.

Wanda closes the distance in one step.

Her hands come up to your face, pulling you toward her as her lips meet yours.

The kiss is immediate and intense, all the tension from the past few days crashing together at once.

It’s not careful.

It’s desperate.

Like she’s been holding this back for far too long.

Your hands grab onto the front of her shirt instinctively as she pulls you closer.

For a moment neither of you cares about anything else.

The arguments.

The rules.

The consequences.

All of it disappears under the weight of finally giving in.

When she pulls back slightly, her forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard.

“This is a bad idea,” she murmurs.

You nod slightly.

“Probably.”

Neither of you moves away.

If anything, Wanda’s hands tighten slightly where they’re holding your face, like she’s afraid you might disappear if she lets go.

Your fingers are still curled in the front of her shirt.

Your heart is racing so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest.

For a moment the only sound in the apartment is both of you trying to catch your breath.

Then Wanda exhales slowly.

“You should go,” she says again, though the words sound weaker this time.

You don’t step back.

Instead you look up at her.

“Do you actually want me to?”

Her jaw tightens.

Her eyes search yours like she’s looking for some reason to say yes.

But she can’t find one.

The silence stretches.

Then Wanda lets out a frustrated breath and pulls you into another kiss.

This one is deeper, less hesitant.

Like the last thread of her restraint has finally snapped.

Your hands slide up her arms instinctively as she pulls you closer, one of her hands moving from your face to your waist.

The contact sends a shiver through you.

The past few days of tension, jealousy, frustration, longing, it all crashes together at once.

You kiss her back just as desperately.

Wanda’s grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you closer until there’s barely any space left between your bodies.

When she finally pulls back again, her eyes are darker now.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” she says quietly.

Your chest rises and falls.

“Then tell me.”

She shakes her head slightly, a breathless laugh escaping her.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re the one who kissed me,” you point out softly.

Wanda’s mouth twitches like she’s fighting a smile.

But the tension between you is still thick.

She studies your face again, her thumb brushing lightly along your cheek where a tear had dried earlier.

“You were really jealous,” she murmurs.

Heat rushes to your face.

“I thought you were-”

“Sleeping with my students?” she finishes, one eyebrow lifting slightly.

You groan softly, burying your face briefly against her shoulder.

“Please don’t say it like that.”

Wanda lets out a quiet laugh, the sound warm and low.

Her hand moves to the back of your neck, fingers sliding gently through your hair.

“I wasn’t with anyone,” she says softly.

Your chest tightens.

“Not since you.”

The words make your stomach flip.

You pull back slightly to look at her.

“Really?”

Wanda nods once.

Her voice is quieter now.

“You think I could just… move on like that?”

Your throat feels tight.

“I didn’t know what to think,” you admit.

Her gaze softens again.

“You were spiraling.”

“A little,” you mumble.

“A little?” she repeats with a faint smile.

You shrug weakly. “I thought you were replacing me.”

Wanda’s expression shifts immediately.

Her hand tightens slightly at the back of your neck, pulling you closer again.

“There isn’t anyone else,” she says firmly.

Something in the way she says it makes your chest ache.

“I wasn’t with anyone else either, by the way…I couldn’t do it.” You whispered, hands sliding up to rest against her shoulders.

“You really couldn’t stop thinking about me?” you ask quietly.

Wanda lets out a slow breath.

“No.” Her thumb traces absent patterns along your waist now. “And that terrified me.”

“Why?”

“Because wanting you makes me reckless.”

Your heart skips.

You lean closer again, your voice softer now.

“I think we’re already past reckless.”

Wanda studies you for a long moment.

Then she sighs quietly.

“You’re going to ruin me,” she murmurs.

You smile faintly. “Pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

Wanda laughs softly under her breath.

Then her hand moves to your jaw again, tilting your face up toward hers.

The kiss this time is slower.

Still intense, but less frantic.

Like she’s allowing herself to actually feel it now instead of fighting it.

Your hands slide around her waist as you kiss her back, pulling her closer without thinking.

The apartment feels very small suddenly.

Very quiet.

Just the two of you standing in the middle of the kitchen, the groceries still sitting forgotten on the counter.

When Wanda pulls back again, her forehead rests lightly against yours.

Her voice is softer now.

“You should stay.”

The words send warmth rushing through your chest.

You nod slightly. “I want to.”

Wanda exhales slowly, like she’s finally accepting the decision she’s been fighting.

Then she takes your hand. “Come here.”

She leads you away from the kitchen, deeper into the apartment.

And this time, neither of you are pretending you’re going to stop.

Wanda’s hand tightens around yours as she pulls you down the hallway.

There’s no hesitation this time. No second-guessing.

The door to her bedroom opens and you’re inside before you can really take in the room. The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound feels final in the best possible way.

Wanda turns toward you immediately.

The look in her eyes sends a jolt straight through your chest.

All the restraint from earlier, the hallway, the kitchen, the careful words, is gone. What’s left is raw and hungry and unmistakable.

You barely have time to breathe before she’s kissing you again.

Hard.

Her hands slide straight to your waist, pulling you flush against her body. Your back hits the door for half a second before she guides you away from it, walking you backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss.

Your fingers tangle in her hair, pulling the rest of the bun loose. Dark strands fall around her shoulders and she lets out a quiet sound against your mouth, one hand moving up your back to keep you close.

The edge of the mattress bumps into the back of her legs.

Wanda sits, pulling you down with her in the same motion.

You end up straddling her lap, breath already uneven as she looks up at you. Her hands settle firmly at your hips, fingers flexing slightly like she’s grounding herself in the reality of you being here.

“Come here,” she murmurs.

You lean down immediately and she meets you halfway, capturing your mouth again.

The kiss deepens fast.

Your hands slide down to her shoulders, gripping the fabric of her shirt as you press closer. Her fingers move along your sides, tracing slow lines up your back before sliding back down to your waist again.

Every touch makes your pulse jump.

Wanda shifts beneath you, guiding you with gentle pressure from her hands until the two of you settle more comfortably against the bed. You follow her movement naturally, the mattress dipping beneath both of your weight as the kiss turns slower, deeper.

Your fingers drift along her jaw, down the side of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your touch.

She exhales softly.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” she murmurs against your lips.

Your heart stutters.

“Good,” you whisper back.

That earns a quiet breath of laughter before she pulls you into another kiss.

Your hands explore more freely now, sliding along her shoulders, down her arms, across the warmth of her back as she pulls you closer against her. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of movement and breathing.

The tension that had been building for days finally has somewhere to go.

You feel it in the way her hands move over you, in the way your bodies press closer together, in the way every kiss lingers a little longer than the last.

When you finally pause for air, Wanda’s forehead rests against yours.

Both of you are breathing harder now.

Her fingers trace slowly along your side, drawing small absent patterns through the fabric of your shirt.

“You drove all the way here because you were jealous,” she murmurs.

Your cheeks warm, but you don’t look away.

“Maybe.”

A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth.

“I like that.”

Before you can answer, she pulls you down into another kiss.

Your hands grip her shoulders as the kiss deepens, slower at first before turning intense again. Her fingers spread across your back, drawing you closer until there’s barely any space left between your bodies.

The movement pulls a soft sound from your throat before you can stop it.

Wanda notices immediately.

Her lips curve faintly against yours.

“That’s new,” she murmurs.

You bury your face briefly against her shoulder.

“Don’t start.”

Her quiet laugh rumbles through her chest.

Her hands drift slowly along your sides, tracing the curve of your waist before settling at your hips again. The touch is steady and confident, guiding you closer without either of you really thinking about it.

Your breathing grows uneven.

The tension that had been building for days feels like it’s finally breaking open.

You lean down again, kissing her harder this time, and she responds instantly. One of her hands slides up your back while the other remains firm at your hip, holding you in place as your bodies press together.

The mattress dips further beneath you.

The room grows quieter except for the soft sounds of shifting fabric and uneven breathing.

When you finally pull back for air, Wanda’s forehead rests against yours.

Both of you are a little breathless now.

“You were really imagining me with someone else,” she murmurs.

You groan softly.

“Please stop bringing that up.”

Her thumb traces lightly along your jaw.

“You showed up here ready to fight a girl who asked about an assignment.”

“I did not.”

“You absolutely did.”

You try to hide your face again but she catches your chin gently, lifting your gaze back to hers.

There’s warmth in her eyes now.

And something deeper underneath it.

Her thumb is still resting against your jaw when something shifts in her expression.

The teasing softness fades.

What replaces it is slower. Heavier.

Her gaze drops briefly to your mouth.

Then back to your eyes.

Your breath catches before you can stop it.

“Wanda… ”

You don’t get to finish.

Her hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck and she pulls you down into another kiss.

Harder this time.

Your balance shifts with the sudden pull and you catch yourself on the mattress beside her, the movement tipping both of you sideways onto the bed. Wanda’s arm wraps around you automatically, guiding you down with her as the kiss deepens.

The mattress dips beneath your weight.

Your knee presses into the bed beside her hip as you brace yourself above her, but Wanda immediately pulls you closer, one hand sliding firmly along your back.

Your bodies fit together without either of you thinking about it.

The warmth of her through your clothes makes your pulse spike.

The kiss grows slower but heavier, lingering in a way that makes your chest tighten. Your hand drifts instinctively to her waist, fingers curling there as she shifts slightly beneath you.

A quiet breath escapes her against your mouth.

Her hand slides up your back again, fingertips tracing along your spine before settling between your shoulder blades. The touch presses you closer without force, just steady certainty.

You feel the movement of her breathing beneath you.

Feel the way her fingers tighten slightly in your shirt.

When the kiss finally breaks, it’s only because both of you need air.

You’re still close enough that your noses brush.

Wanda studies your face for a second, her hand still resting at the back of your neck.

Then she tilts her head slightly.

“Take that off.”

For half a second you blink.

“What?”

Her fingers tug lightly at the hem of your shirt.

“You heard me.”

The heat that rushes through your chest is immediate.

Your hands slide to the fabric without hesitation, pulling it over your head before dropping it somewhere beside the bed. Wanda watches the entire time, her eyes darkening slightly as the shirt disappears.

The moment you settle back over her, she pulls you down again.

This kiss is slower.

Exploring.

Her hands move along your sides now, tracing the bare skin there like she’s reacquainting herself with something she’s missed. Your breath stutters when her fingers slide along your ribs.

Your hand drifts into her hair while hers continue exploring your back, your waist, the curve of your side. The touches are confident now, unhurried, like neither of you is trying to pretend anymore.

Wanda’s hands tightened around your hips as she shifted you higher on the bed, her mouth following the movement. Her lips brushed along your collarbone, warm and deliberate, before trailing lower.

A soft breath escaped you when she reached your chest, her mouth lingering there as she kissed the sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered closed instinctively, fingers slipping into her hair to hold her there.

For a moment the world narrowed to the warmth of her mouth and the steady pressure of her hands at your waist. Her lips ghosting over your nipple. 

When she finally pulled back, you didn’t give her time to speak.

You reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head before tossing it somewhere onto the floor beside the bed. Wanda watched you the entire time, her dark eyes following your movements.

But instead of leaning back over her, you slid off the mattress.

The shift made her sit up slightly, curiosity flashing across her face as you settled onto your knees between her legs.

Your hands moved to the buttons of her pants, fingers working them open while you tugged lightly at the belt loops.

Wanda lifted her hips automatically, helping you guide the fabric down her legs. The rest followed with it, discarded somewhere behind you.

“Y/N…” she breathed.

Her voice was lower now, heavier.

You glanced up at her, the look on her face sending a rush of warmth straight through your chest.

“Please,” you murmured softly. “Just… let me take care of you.”

Your hands settled gently against her thighs as you leaned forward, pressing slow, lingering kisses along the inside of her leg.

Wanda’s breath hitched above you.

And the sound alone made you smile against her skin.

You leaned forward slowly, your nose brushing the crease of her groin as your lips pressed soft kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where she wanted you most.

Your eyes flicked upward.

Wanda was already watching you.

Her gaze was dark and steady, completely locked onto you.

You gave her a small, almost teasing smile before finally leaning in and dragging your tongue gently up her slit, your nose brushing against her clit as you moved.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda breathed, her voice low as she leaned back onto her forearms.

Encouraged by the sound, you wrapped your lips around her clit, your tongue flicking against it in slow, deliberate strokes.

The taste of her sent a rush through you so sharp it almost made you dizzy. It felt like finally taking a breath after being held underwater. You hadn’t realized how much you missed this until now, until the familiar warmth of her against your mouth reminded you of everything you thought you’d lost.

Your tongue circled her clit while your lips stayed sealed around it, keeping the pressure steady.

Above you, Wanda’s hips began to move instinctively, rocking upward in a slow rhythm against your mouth. Her hands slid into your hair, fingers threading through the strands before her nails lightly scraped against your scalp.

You glanced up again.

Her head had fallen back slightly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes squeezed shut with that small crease forming between her brows.

The sight of it sent heat straight through your chest.

By now a mixture of her wetness and your saliva had begun to gather along your chin, making every movement of your tongue messier, more desperate.

Wanda’s fingers tightened in your hair.

You felt the slight tug and finally pulled back, dragging your tongue once more up her entrance and collecting the slick warmth there before lifting your head.

A quiet groan slipped from Wanda as she immediately reached down, grabbing at your waist and tugging you toward her.

“Come here, baby,” she murmured.

Before you could respond, her mouth found yours.

Her kiss was deep and urgent, her tongue sliding into your mouth as if she could still taste herself there. “I need you.”

Her hands moved quickly then, reaching down to unzip your pants before helping you shove them off. The fabric barely hit the floor before she pulled you back onto the bed with her.

You ended up beside each other, barely catching your breath before Wanda’s hand slipped inside your panties.

Her fingers slid between your lips, gliding through the wetness there once… twice… before circling your clit in tight, practiced motions.

A soft groan escaped you into her mouth as your hips lifted instinctively into her touch.

You’d touched yourself a few times since everything with Wanda fell apart.

But nothing had ever come close to the way her fingers felt.

Wanda slid one finger inside you first, slow and deliberate, the slight curl of it stretching you gently before she added a second.

A low groan slipped from your mouth against hers as her tongue slid between your lips, tangling lazily with yours while she moved.

Her fingers pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in again, the motion slow and steady.

You loved the closeness of it. The warmth of her body pressed against yours, the rhythm of her hand, the way every movement kept you tethered to her.

Her fingers continued their slow thrusting until her thumb lifted, brushing against your clit.

You gasped softly, your hands sliding up the toned lines of her back, feeling the subtle muscles shift beneath your palms.

Wanda’s pace quickened.

Your wetness made a soft, slick sound as you clenched around her fingers, the sensation making your hips lift instinctively to meet her hand.

Her teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging gently as her forearm flexed with the deeper rhythm of her thrusts.

The familiar tightening in your stomach built quickly.

It always did with Wanda.

Judging by the small smile that curved against your mouth, she felt it too.

Your hips began to rock faster, chasing the movement of her fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure.

The coil in your stomach pulled tighter, your clit throbbing with every motion.

A louder moan broke free as your head tipped back, your eyes rolling closed as the sensation finally overtook you.

Wanda pulled back just enough to let you breathe, though her hand never stopped moving.

Her fingers kept a steady pace as you rode through the waves of your orgasm, your stomach tightening and releasing while your body trembled beneath her.

When the haze finally began to clear, your hand drifted down to push lightly at her wrist.

Too sensitive.

She let out a quiet laugh and slowly slid her fingers from you, slick warmth glistening along her knuckles.

Holding your gaze, Wanda lifted them to her mouth.

Her tongue slid over them slowly.

“I missed the taste of you,” she murmured.

Then she leaned down to kiss you again.

Her thigh slipped between yours as she did, your lingering wetness marking the skin there.

The contact made your chest tighten with an almost aching need to stay connected to her.

For weeks you had convinced yourself you’d never have this again.

You weren’t letting the moment slip away now.

Wanda leaned back slightly, spreading your legs wider.

For a moment you thought she might lean down again, but instead she shifted her position, lifting one leg over yours as she moved between them.

Your breath caught as she lowered herself closer.

Her fingers reached down briefly, spreading her own lips as she adjusted her angle before pressing her warm center against yours.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, your head falling back against the pillow.

A soft, broken sound slipped from Wanda’s throat at the contact, something between a whimper and a sigh.

You had never done this before. Maybe seen it once or twice somewhere, but never imagined how intense it could actually feel.

Neither of you moved right away.

The heat of her body against yours was almost overwhelming on its own, the soft pressure of her hips settling against yours as the two of you instinctively adjusted closer.

Wanda began to move her hips in a slow, deliberate grind.

A gentle roll of her hips that dragged warmth and friction through the space between you.

Your breath hitched.

The contact sent a ripple of sensation up your spine, your hands sliding automatically to her hips to hold her there.

Wanda braced one hand beside your shoulder while the other slid down to grip your thigh, keeping your leg open as she rocked forward again.

The sensation was overwhelming almost immediately.

Before long both of you were moving faster, the rhythm becoming more desperate as your hips chased the friction.

Wanda’s fingers wrapped around your leg, holding it open as she leaned back slightly, angling herself to press more firmly against you.

Your fingers tightened on her hips.

Her eyes never left yours.

Her fingertips dug lightly into your skin as the movement between you grew more frantic.

The rhythm gradually deepened as she found a pace that made both of you shudder.

The warmth between you grew messier with every movement, the friction becoming wetter, softer, the sounds of it filling the quiet room in a way that made your chest tighten.

Wanda’s breathing had grown heavier now.

Her auburn hair fell forward slightly as she leaned over you, her eyes never leaving your face.

Your hips began to move with hers without thinking, chasing the pressure every time she rolled forward.

The pace slowly lost its restraint.

What had started as slow exploration became something more urgent, both of you shifting closer, seeking more contact, more warmth, more of each other.

Your hands slid down to her hips again, holding her tighter as she pressed down against you.

Wanda’s fingers dug gently into your leg as she leaned back slightly, changing the angle of her hips.

The movement pulled a broken sound from your throat.

The room filled with the quiet rhythm of your bodies moving together, breath catching, the warmth between you growing hotter with every shift.

Wanda’s lips parted slightly as she watched you, her chest rising and falling faster now.

The look in her eyes made something tighten deep in your stomach.

Your hips lifted again, desperate for the pressure, for the warmth, for her.

And this time Wanda followed the movement immediately.

The familiar pressure began building again in your stomach, your hips lifting again and again to meet hers.

Soft whimpers slipped from Wanda’s lips, her gaze still locked on you.

Somehow the eye contact made everything feel even more intimate than anything the two of you had done before.

Wanda broke first.

Her head tipped back, auburn hair cascading behind her as a deep moan left her throat.

Watching the way her body moved, the way her hips rolled against yours, the rise and fall of her chest with every motion, it pushed you over the edge.

Your fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her harder against you as your own orgasm crashed through your body.

The rush of wetness between you made the sensation even more intense.

Wanda continued moving through the last waves of it, her hips gradually slowing until the motion softened.

You could still feel the pulse of her clit against yours, the lingering heat between your bodies.

Her eyes slowly opened again, pupils blown wide and dark.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she leaned down to kiss you.

After a moment she shifted, gently untangling your legs before settling beside you on the bed.

Her fingers traced lightly along your cheekbones as she rested her forehead against yours.

Both of you were warm and slightly breathless, a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin.

A small, content smile curved across Wanda’s lips as her eyes drifted closed.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, hoping she could feel everything you were trying to say without words.

The room had gone quiet again.

The frantic movement from earlier had faded, leaving behind only the soft rhythm of breathing and the distant hum of the city outside Wanda’s apartment.

You were half draped over her, your cheek resting against the warm skin of her chest. Wanda’s arm was wrapped loosely around your back, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your spine.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

Your bodies were still warm from everything that had just happened, skin slightly damp, the sheets twisted around your legs where you had kicked them loose.

Wanda’s fingertips moved slowly over your shoulder blade, then down your back again.

“You’re staring,” she murmured quietly.

You hadn’t realized you were.

Your chin lifted slightly where it rested on her chest, your eyes meeting hers.

“I’m not,” you muttered, though the small smile tugging at your mouth gave you away.

Wanda huffed a quiet laugh.

Her hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, guiding you a little closer until your foreheads brushed.

For a moment she just looked at you.

Really looked.

Like she was still trying to convince herself you were actually here.

Your fingers drifted across the bare skin of her stomach, tracing slow lines over the faint muscle there before sliding higher along her ribs.

Wanda’s breath caught softly.

You smiled to yourself and laid your check back against her chest. 

You’re still half draped over Wanda when the thought slips out.

“You know Dalton was flirting with you the other day.”

Wanda lets out a quiet laugh beneath you.

Her fingers continue tracing slow lines along your back like the accusation doesn’t bother her at all.

“Dalton flirts with everyone,” she murmurs.

You lift your head slightly, narrowing your eyes at her.

“And that student you kept after class?”

Wanda’s hand pauses.

Just for a second.

Then it resumes its lazy path along your spine.

“You’re still jealous,” she says softly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Her lips twitch faintly.

You poke lightly at her side.

“You were smiling at her.”

Wanda finally turns her head to look at you fully, amusement clear in her eyes.

“Are you seriously worried about that?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but the warmth creeping into your face betrays you.

“She seemed pretty interested.”

Wanda studies you for a moment.

Then she tilts her head slightly.

“And what about Maya?”

Your stomach flips immediately.

“That’s different.”

“Oh?” Wanda hums.

“You were the one who told me we couldn’t do this,” you remind her.

Your fingers trace absent shapes across her stomach again.

“What was I supposed to do? Sit around waiting forever? I was trying to get over you.”

Wanda’s hand slides down your back, settling firmly on your hip now.

“No,” she says quietly.

“But you also didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself very much.”

Your brows knit together.

“What does that mean?”

Wanda’s mouth curves slowly.

“That night I saw you leave her dorm,” she says, voice softer now. “You looked frustrated.”

Heat flashes through your chest.

“We didn’t-”

“I know,” she interrupts lightly.

Her thumb drags along your hipbone.

“I could tell.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Oh really?”

Wanda’s gaze darkens slightly, her voice lowering just enough to make your pulse jump.

“Yes, really.”

Her fingers tighten gently on your waist before sliding slowly down your side.

“You forget,” she murmurs, “I know exactly what you look like when you’re satisfied.”

Your breath catches.

Wanda notices immediately.

The smugness in her smile deepens.

“And you definitely didn’t look like that.”

You try to roll your eyes but it comes out weaker than intended.

“You’re very confident.”

She leans a little closer, her voice warm against your skin.

“Should I not be?”

Her lips brush lightly beneath your ear.

“Do you honestly think anyone else could make you feel the way I do?”

Your heart stutters.

Your fingers tighten slightly against her shoulder.

Wanda pulls back just enough to look at you again, her expression playful but knowing.

“Be honest,” she says softly.

Your mouth opens.

Nothing comes out.

Wanda laughs quietly.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

Her hand slides from your hip down your thigh, fingers curling slightly as she pulls you closer against her.

“That’s what I thought.”

The teasing warmth in her expression shifts into something darker now.

Something hungry.

“You spent weeks pretending you didn’t want me,” she murmurs.

Her lips brush yours slowly.

“But we both know how that turned out.”

And when she kisses you this time, it’s deeper.

Less patient.

Wanda kisses you like she’s been holding back for weeks.

There’s nothing soft about it now.

Her hand slides firmly around your thigh, dragging your leg higher around her waist as she presses you deeper into the mattress. The movement is decisive, controlled, the kind of confidence that makes your stomach flip immediately.

“Still thinking about that student?” she murmurs against your mouth.

Her voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it now.

You shake your head quickly, breath uneven.

Wanda huffs out a small laugh.

“That’s what I thought.”

Her fingers drag slowly down your side, gripping your hip as she pulls your body closer against hers. The pressure of it makes a soft sound escape your throat before you can stop it.

Her mouth curves slightly at that.

“Good girl,” she murmurs.

Wanda leans down again, kissing you harder this time, her hand sliding underneath your thigh to hold you open against the bed.

“You spent weeks trying to convince yourself someone else could replace me,” she says quietly, her breath warm against your skin.

Her fingers tighten on your leg.

“But we both know that’s not true.”

Your chest rises sharply beneath her.

Wanda’s gaze drifts slowly down your body, taking you in like she’s savoring the moment.

“Look at you,” she murmurs.

Her hand slides down your stomach, slow and deliberate.

“Already desperate again.”

You grab lightly at her shoulders, your voice coming out softer than you meant.

“Wanda,”

She leans down, brushing her lips against yours again.

“Relax,” she whispers.

The smug warmth in her voice makes your pulse jump. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Her hand moves to your waist, guiding you slightly as she shifts her position between your legs. The mattress dips as she settles more firmly over you, her grip on your hips tightening.

The movement is confident.

Possessive.

Your breath catches again.

Wanda notices immediately.

“Yeah,” she murmurs quietly.

Her thumb drags slowly along your hip.

“That’s the reaction I remember.” She leans down again, kissing along your jaw this time, her voice lowering against your skin. “No one else gets you like this.”

Your fingers tighten instinctively against her back.

And the small sound that slips from your throat makes Wanda smile against your neck.

Because from the look in her eyes now, she has every intention of reminding you exactly why.

“I have something I want to show you,” Wanda said quietly.

She slipped off the bed before you could ask what she meant, crossing the room toward her closet. The doors slid open with a soft sound before she disappeared behind them for a moment.

You watched, curiosity prickling in your chest.

A few seconds later she stepped back out, a small box in her hands.

Wanda returned to the bed and climbed up beside you, settling onto her knees near your legs.

You pushed yourself up slightly, leaning back on your forearms as your eyes flicked down to the box.

“What is it?” you asked.

Wanda didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she studied your face for a moment, like she was gauging your reaction before anything had even happened.

“I bought it a few weeks ago,” she said slowly. “Before… everything.”

Your brows pulled together slightly.

Then she lifted the lid.

Nestled inside the box was a harness and a skin-toned dildo.

Your eyes widened immediately, snapping up to meet hers.

Wanda reached in and lifted the harness out before you could find the words to respond.

“We don’t have to use it,” she added quickly, though her fingers were already working at the packaging. “I just thought you might-”

Her voice trailed off as she glanced back up at you.

You swallowed.

The image of Wanda wearing it flashed through your mind before you could stop it.

The thought alone sent a warm rush of anticipation curling low in your stomach.

“No,” you said quickly.

Wanda paused.

You shifted a little on the bed, trying to ignore how suddenly aware you were of your own body.

“I mean-” you corrected, a small smile tugging at your mouth. “I’m comfortable with it.”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly.

Excitement was already starting to build in your chest at the idea of it.

At the thought of Wanda holding you down, deeper inside you than she’d ever been before.

Wanda watched your expression carefully for another moment.

Then a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“Oh,” she murmured.

Her fingers continued working the harness loose from the packaging.

Because from the way she was looking at you now, she had every intention of putting it to use.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight,” Wanda said with a crooked grin.

She slipped off the bed again, stepping out of your reach for a moment as she picked up the harness. You watched her with rapt attention as she stepped into it, pulling the straps up over her hips and fastening them securely. The sight alone made your mouth go dry.

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your body already reacting. Anticipation coiled low in your stomach, your thighs shifting slightly against the sheets.

When Wanda crawled back onto the bed, your legs parted for her without a second thought.

She noticed.

That smug little smile appeared again as she settled between your thighs.

Her gaze dropped slowly down your body, lingering on the way you were already open for her. One of her hands wrapped around the base of the strap, stroking along the length of it a few times as if testing the weight.

The sight made your stomach flip.

You could already feel your pulse between your legs, your body reacting before anything had even happened.

A flicker of nerves stirred with excitement. You’d always known you were into women. You’d never had any interest in experimenting with men, never even felt curious about it. You’d used toys on your own before, sure, but this felt different.

This was Wanda.

The thought of her being the one pushing inside you, deeper than anyone ever had before, made warmth spread through your chest.

Wanda’s eyes tracked down your body again before settling between your legs.

You were still flushed and sensitive from earlier, your skin slick with sweat and your thighs slightly trembling. Your pussy looked swollen and wet, your previous orgasms leaving you soft and open.

“I don’t think you really need it,” she murmured.

Her tone was low, almost distracted. “But just in case.”

Before you could ask what she meant, she leaned down and spat directly onto your clit.

The sudden warmth made you gasp softly.

Using the tip of the strap, Wanda spread it through your folds, dragging it slowly through the wetness there. The motion made your hips twitch.

“God,” you groaned quietly as she rubbed against you.

She kept one hand at the base of the strap, guiding it while the head traced slow circles over your clit. Every movement was deliberate, teasing, making your breath catch.

Then she slid it lower.

The tip nudged against your entrance.

Your fingers tightened in the sheets.

Wanda leaned forward slowly, watching intently as the head began to press inside you.

The stretch made your eyes squeeze shut immediately, a faint burn spreading as your body adjusted. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to breathe through it.

Wanda didn’t notice at first.

Her attention was completely fixed on the sight of herself disappearing into you.

The tip slipped deeper, your body tightening instinctively around it as it pushed further inside. You could feel your muscles clench and pull at it, your body reacting automatically.

Wanda let out a low groan under her breath.

She kept moving forward until she was fully seated inside you, her hips nearly flush against yours.

Her hands came down on the mattress on either side of your head, bracing her weight above you.

For a moment she just stayed there.

“God,” she whispered hoarsely.

Her eyes finally lifted to meet yours again. “I can feel you pulling me in.”

The initial sting had faded now, leaving behind an intense fullness that made your stomach flutter. You shifted slightly beneath her, adjusting to the stretch.

Your hands slid up her back, fingers tangling into her hair as you leaned up to press kisses along her neck.

Wanda shivered faintly at the contact.

After a moment she began to move.

At first it was slow.

She pulled back only a few inches before easing forward again, her hips rolling gently as she pushed back inside you. The pace was careful, controlled, clearly giving you time to adjust.

Each slow thrust made your breath catch.

Her face dipped down as she moved, pressing soft kisses along your cheek, your eyelids, your forehead.

Your lips.

Her breath brushed across your skin with every movement.

But the slow pace quickly stopped being enough.

Your fingers tightened in her hair, tugging lightly.

“Faster,” you whispered.

Wanda’s response was immediate.

A low moan escaped her as her hips pulled back and then snapped forward with more force. The movement pushed a gasp from your chest as she settled into a steady rhythm.

Her hips began rocking into yours, the pace stronger now, but still controlled.

Each thrust drove her deeper, your body responding to the rhythm as your legs wrapped tighter around her.

The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as Wanda continued moving over you, her breathing growing heavier with each motion.

You gasped as your hips began lifting instinctively to meet Wanda’s rhythm, the front of the harness brushing your clit with every thrust.

“Please… fuck me,” you whimpered, your fingernails digging into the back of Wanda’s neck.

Something in her expression shifted instantly.

A low sound tore from her throat, halfway between a moan and a growl, and one of her hands slid up to wrap around your throat. Her fingers closed just enough to hold you there as her hips snapped forward harder, the pace turning sharp and relentless.

“Like this?” she taunted, breath hot against your mouth.

The room filled with the slick sound of skin meeting skin, your wetness making every thrust louder.

“You like being fucked like this?” Wanda murmured, leaning down until her forehead pressed against yours. Her grip on your throat tightened slightly, not cutting off your breath, just anchoring you in place beneath her.

Her hips never slowed.

“No one else can fuck you like this,” she whispered, voice rough. “Don’t ever forget that.”

Your eyes rolled back at her words, your body arching up into her. The dominance in her voice sent heat rushing through you, your hips chasing each thrust harder.

The base of the strap rubbed against Wanda’s clit with every movement, drawing breathy moans from her lips that fanned across your face. Sweat had begun to coat both of your bodies, making your skin slide against each other with every motion.

You gasped for air, your voice shaky.

“No one but you, Wanda… only you.”

She broke at that.

A desperate moan spilled from her mouth as her body rocked harder against you, grinding herself against the base of the strap while she drove it into you faster and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N… I’m gonna come,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as your legs lifted and wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her even closer.

“Come inside me… please,” you whispered breathlessly, your body going soft beneath her while you tried to keep holding onto her.

Wanda cried out softly.

“Oh fuck, say that again. Please… keep saying it.”

She buried her face against your neck, her hips relentless as they pounded into you. The room filled with the wet, messy sounds of your bodies moving together, mixed with both of your breathless moans.

You were right on the edge, your body tightening around the strap as you tried to hold back, wanting Wanda to fall with you.

You were gripping her so tightly you didn’t know how she was still able to thrust so fast.

“Come in me, baby… please,” you whimpered against her ear. “Only you get to come in me.”

That did it.

Wanda broke with a choked cry, her sounds muffled against your neck as her hips kept driving forward in hard, steady thrusts while her orgasm hit her. The image of her losing control above you pushed you over the edge seconds later.

Your eyes slammed shut as your body clenched, your muscles tightening as your orgasm tore through you. Your hips jerked helplessly beneath her, your body gripping the strap as if trying to pull her even deeper.

For a few moments the only sounds in the room were your breathing and Wanda’s uneven thrusts as she rode out the last waves of it.

Eventually her hips stuttered and slowed, a few final shallow rolls before she finally collapsed on top of you.

“Fuck… that was good,” she mumbled hoarsely after a moment, her face still buried against your neck.

She didn’t move.

She stayed there, still deep inside you, catching her breath while your hands drifted slowly up her back. Your fingers slipped into her hair, gently threading through the soft auburn strands.

The room was quiet now except for the sound of your breathing.

You felt warmth spread through your chest, a soft tightness settling there as you held her.

Your mind was still hazy from everything, too blissed out to stop the words when they slipped out.

“I love you.”

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