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IN NEED OF TOTURING

Student!Wanda Maximoff x Professor Reader

This is smut between G!P Reader and younger Wanda, if that's not something you'd enjoy, please leave and don't flag this post.

Warnings: Older Reader - Reader has a penis - G!P Reader - NSFW - This is smut.

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Wanda’s not like the rest of your students, at least not in any way that matters. She’s twenty one, like most of them are but your observations go beyond her age.

She’s a quiet girl, delicate when she speaks and even more so, when she laughs. She’s soft in a way that makes you want to break her, but that shall come later.

With everyone focused on their tests, you take the opportunity to indulge in this secret obsession of yours---at least that’s what you believe it’s become, this desire to observe her, to drink her in and daydream about what it’d be like to actually have her.

She sits in the front row of your class, just like she’s been doing since the semester started and she began to drive you mad with want.

You scan the room with your eyes, but no one seems to be cheating, everyone’s focused on their own tests, even her. Especially her.

She’s your best student after all, the one with the easy answers and clever arguments that always made your days more enjoyable. You don’t think you’ve ever been sad about a semester ending, but here you are.

To say that you’ll miss seeing her pretty face three times a week would be a gross understatement, and that’s not all that you’ll miss.

You’ll miss seeing what new sinful little outfit she’s chosen to torture you for the day, and the cute and provocative way in which she always bites her lips when you catch her staring at you.

But the thing you’ll miss the most is hearing her voice, and pretend you can touch her skin when she’s looking at you.

Time’s up too quickly, and you watch your students eagerly leave.

“Miss Maximoff? A moment please.” You speak before you can stop yourself. You can’t let her go, you have to do something before she’s gone.

“Is there something wrong with my test?” She asks, moving closer to your desk as the last of her classmates leave.

You look up from your desk to find her hazel eyes worriedly waiting for you to speak, and you take in a deep breath in a weak attempt to try to control yourself. The things you want to do to her---the things you have to do to her.

“Would you mind stopping by my office this evening? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you in private.” She twitches when you speak, her right hand nervously touches her hair as her eyes meet yours in hesitation.

“There’s nothing wrong with your test, I assure you. You’re my best student.” You smile, winking at her and to your personal delight, you get to watch her blushing under your attention.

She’s not so innocent, you’ve always known it if you’re being honest.

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Waiting for the day to come to an end is by far the hardest thing you’ve done in a while, but when you hear a knock on the other side of your door after seven, you reel it all in.

“Come in.” You speak and Wanda peeks her head inside first, before you invite her in.

“Good evening, Professor.” She says, as you notice that she’s changed her outfit. She’s wearing that black little skirt that has been taunting your dreams ever since she bought it a couple of months ago.

It’s one of her favorites to wear to your classes.

“How are you, Wanda?” You ask as you lock your door and guide her towards the large couch you keep in your office.

Your clothes feel incredibly uncomfortable already, you can’t wait to touch her and it’s all you can think about. It’s the only goal in your mind, and you’re going to get there.

“I’m okay.” She smiles, although her confusion is very much present.

“The semester is about to end.” You begin, she nods. “Can I be honest with you, Wanda?”

“Of course.” She nods again, and sets her backpack on the floor before she meets your eyes again.

“This is not a professional meeting, if you will.” You smile, and she blushes.

You’re not oblivious to her stares, or that much of a prude to deny that you’re easy on the eyes either. You know how to work with what you have, you’ve always known how to get what you want.

“Is not?” She asks, her voice catching.

“Or perhaps it is.” You say as you stand up and go for the cabinet behind your desk. “I asked you here to give you this.”

“Oh.” She smiles, standing up as well and taking the bottle of wine you’re offering. “But why?”

“Because you’re my best student.” You tell her. “And I think you deserve to drink fancy wine after excelling at a subject most people suck at. Don’t tell anyone I said that last part though.”

She laughs at your joke, and when she looks at you again a part of you knows that you’re in, even before she speaks her next words.

“I adore history.” She tells you. “And you’re the best teacher I’ve ever had, so why don’t we toast to that?”

“Deal.”

It takes two glasses of wine to have her laughing on your couch, and letting loose the slightest bit.

You’re not entirely sure of what the line of conversation is anymore, but you do know that she’s staring at your lips far more than she usually allows herself to.

She’s so soft, fragile in a sense. God, you want her lips around your cock desperately.

You sit closer when you serve her a third glass, and she smiles when her thigh presses against yours. The air is electrifying, you begin to ache and if you were to put your hand between her legs right now, you know you’d find a pool of want soaking her inner thighs.

For all intents and purposes, she’s the one who places her trembling hand on your knee. She’s nervous, perhaps terrified of what will happen next but that’s okay, you can easily take the reins of the rest of the evening now that she’s given you a green light.

Looking into her eyes, you take the glass from her hands first and set it aside right along with yours. You're trembling too, but not because you’re afraid but because you want her too much.

You turn to her, the couch squeaking as you move to place a hand in the back of her neck, never breaking eye contact as your right hand moves to her knee and begins a slow ascend into the apex of her smooth thighs.

Her breath hitches when your hand disappears under her skirt, she’s shaking, her body tensing as you lean forward to finally kiss her.

She gasps against your lips and moans when you finally press your fingertips against her soaked underwear. She tastes sweet, her lips feel like liquid velvet and she kisses you so softly that it makes you want to scream.

Your fingers are trembling when you push her underwear to the side and finally touch her bare dripping cunt. Her hips cant against your hands, she wants to break your kiss but you hold her in place as you run your fingers up and down her slit.

She groans and her hands squeeze your forearm, as she tries to fuck herself on your hand. You think about it for less than a second, but soon enough you shove two fingers inside of her without warning.

She pulls back from your lips, her hips searching for more and you give her more. Grabbing a hold of her long hair, you pull her head back as you squeeze in a third finger inside of her. Her back arches as you fuck her hard and good, no words are spoken.

Your office fills with the sounds of her little moans of pleasure and slight pain, her panted breaths and her broken voice as she cums around your fingers. You’ve never been harder.

You kiss her quickly after she cums and push her to the floor without preamble. She kneels in front of you, ravished and confused as you undo your pants and free your rock hard cock for her to suck.

You’re breathless, more than a bit desperate but as soon as her tiny hands touch your painfully hard cock, you let out a relieved groan that makes her smile in return.

Her mouth is so warm, her lips softer than you could have ever imagined and your cock fills her mouth completely.

You don’t want to cum yet, but she’s making that almost impossible with the way she bobs her head, almost choking on your dick as she stubbornly tries to take your entire length in her little mouth.

There’s a part of you that wants to fuck her mouth silly, grab her hair and force your cock down her throat, make her choke on it until she cries, but you’d much rather see tears run down her cheeks for a very different reason.

You push her head away, her puffy wet lips making your cock throb and twitch as they’re separated from you.

“Come here.” You grab her arms and pull her on your lap, your lips finding hers in a messy, dirty kiss that she reciprocates in earnest.

Her clothed cunt rubs against your cock but you don’t want to fuck her this way, no. You want her legs spread for you, your hips pushing her thighs apart as your cock destroys her tiny pussy with its length.

She fists your shirt as you stand up and sit her on the edge of your desk, pushing away your belongings for her to take up the space. She’s panting now, her fists holding onto your shirt for dear life, her doe eyes staring at you with desire and fear.

You take off her panties, never breaking eye contact even as she lets go of your shirt and plants her hands on the desk, leaning backwards just the slightest bit.

Pushing your briefs down to your thighs you grab a hold of your hard on, stroke it twice to calm yourself a little. She’s holding your stare as you push her left leg to the side and step forward between her legs.

You move your hips, bringing the tip of your cock to rub against her slit. She moans, her eyes flutter shut but she refuses to look away.

It’s painful, how much you want her makes you ache but you imagine, by the way she screams, it is more painful to have a cock like yours shoved inside such a tight hole.

It feels suffocating, the way she’s squeezing you while she refuses to look anywhere else.

Her chest rises and falls with each trying breath that she takes, while trying to feel comfortable with you inside of her, although you remain still.

You lean forward, your nose comes to touch hers but there are still no words, and you prefer it this way.

Your lips are ghosting over hers when you push your hips forward with force, making her yelp and grab at your shirt again.

You begin to fuck her hard, just like you’ve dreamt of doing it for the past six months and she takes it without uttering a single word.

She takes off your shirt and you pull at the fabric of her yellow sweater, only to discover that she’s bare from the waist up, no bra or shirt.

Her moans become raw, mixing with groans that scape her as you fuck her harder just to make her breasts jump higher and relish in the way her skin turns red because of how good she’s taking you.

None of your fantasies make justice to what it actually feels like to be inside of her, hearing her moan and have her warm cunt wrapped around your dick so deliciously.

Pulling out of her, you give her no room to think before you grab her hips and turn her around. When her ass is presented for you, something animalistic curses through you.

You kiss her shoulder blade as you spread her legs with your hands and rub yourself against her. She’s panting, pressing her cheek on your desk and holding onto the edges as if it were a lifesaver.

When you enter her from behind, she calls out your name but that’s the last word she can speak for the next following minutes.

Grabbing a firm hold of her hips, you fuck her so hard that she can’t even breathe properly and your thighs begin to sting by the constant slapping of her skin.

When she cums, you show her no mercy, on the contrary. Feeling her cunt tremble and squeeze you in, makes you fuck her harder and deeper, so deep in fact that she can’t stop cumming even after you’ve painted her walls white with your release.

You know she’ll be sore after this and the thought of her feeling you days after today, makes you smile wickedly to yourself.

“How was that for a proper good-bye?” You ask, pulling out of her and watching her legs shake as your cum leaks out of her abused hole.

She takes a moment to collect herself, seeming as her entire body is trembling and her hair's a mess. You zip up your pants quickly and give her a little space.

“I think I might need tutoring next semester.” She says, her voice hoarse and her lips looking so kissable. “From you. Just from you.”

“We’ll see.” You tell her as you button your shirt and pick up your phone from the couch. “Be a darling and lock up when you leave, yeah?”

She nods and you run your thumb on her bottom lip, already thinking of the next time you get to stretch those lips with your cock, and you leave.

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