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When In Rome

Pairing: Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vacationing in Italy with your family hadn’t truly been your ideal plan-- simply lounging on the couch in your childhood home would have sufficed-- but those feelings fly out the window when you meet Wanda Maximoff. A woman you were certain you’d never see again after those wild three months. Something that changes the first day of your Fall classes.

Word Count: 3,881

Warnings: Mommy kink, legal age gap, oral (R receiving). 18+, Minors DNI.

Author’s Note: This idea just came to me, and I needed to write it. I hope that you all enjoy!! I just enjoyed the title even if this isn’t set in Rome (it originally was). Hope that’s okay. Will more than likely make a second part to this.

The heat was sweltering as you lay across your towel-- the sounds of crashing waves, children laughing, and your mother scolding your father surrounds you-- as you try to get comfortable. At least your eyes had some reprieve from the harsh rays of the sun due to your dark sunglasses, that you had made sure to bring with you, but you knew there was only so long you could last in this heat.

Craning your neck up, you observe the sight of your mother and father laughing as he continuously tried to serve the volleyball to your brothers on the other side; he had never been the most athletically inclined, but it warmed your heart that he was trying. You knew that you were being a spoil sport, knew that many people would kill to have the opportunity to vacation within the beautiful country that was Italy, but you just wanted to have a simple summer for once. To recline back on the old leather couch in the den, watching an old sitcom or two with your siblings, and go swimming in the pool that was situated in your backyard.

You knew that your parents did this because they wanted to spend time with their children-- your brothers never seemed to mind-- because of how much they worked throughout the year, but that only softened the blow somewhat. Why couldn’t they spend time with you at home? Why couldn’t they try when it came to the rest of the year?

Memories of when you were little flash through your mind-- your father braiding your hair horribly because your mother wasn’t around, the hilarious attempt at camping within your backyard, your mother singing you to sleep when you had nightmares.

It was things like that you missed the most. The feeling of family, of unity when it came to your own house, that just couldn’t be replicated within the alien walls of a resort. You didn’t have the heart to tell your parents, of course. Knowing how much they looked forward to these little trips-- almost as much as your brothers-- and you weren’t about to bring their mood down because of your own.

“What’s with the grumpy face, spoil sport?” A teasing voice pierces through your reverie as your older brother-- Liam-- plops down next to you. His amused smile causes one of your own to form as he gently bumps your shoulder. “If you’re so miserable in the heat, why don’t you go for a swim?”

“And miss this view?” You ask, sarcasm dripping from your tone as you wave towards your mother and little brother-- Austin-- who were still trying to teach your father how to serve over the net; a feat that seemed to be even more impossible than when they started. At the gesture, Liam lets loose a laugh once he sees what you’re referring to. A look of good humor flits across his handsome features as he shakes his head fondly.

“Well, you know how dad can be.” He bumps his shoulder against yours once more. “He’s a lot like you when it comes to hobbies.”

You roll your eyes but don’t bother to deny his statement. Everyone was well aware within your small family that you took after your father while the boys took after your mother. Where they found spending hours outdoors exhilarating, you’d much rather curl up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink. Not that you didn’t enjoy your time outdoors-- swimming was a deep passion of yours-- but you didn’t seek it out like your siblings did.

Dipping your hands into the warm sand on either side of your towel, you tilt your head back and peer up at the crystalline blue sky above. You could feel your brother’s gaze on you, but you didn’t feel the need to continue the conversation. Something you were sure he understood, you had long since figured out a middle-ground with one another, as he doesn’t say anything either.

The both of you simply sat in silence as the ambient noises surrounded you.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” Austin whines petulantly as he follows closely behind you. “It’s not that far, I promise that I won’t be gone for too long.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Austin, I promised mom and dad that I’d watch you.”

“Liam went out!” He exclaims, outrage clear within his tone, as you both round yet another corner of the hotel. You don’t know why you had agreed to watch Austin-- truly you didn’t-- but you knew that your parents needed to have a date night. It’s just your luck that it was at that very moment that Austin had found out about a party happening a street over. “Why can’t I just go, Y/N/N?”

“You know exactly why.” You call over your shoulder, eyes scanning over the signs that were leading you to the indoor pool. “Liam is not only twenty-five, but he’s never set multiple things on fire when left unsupervised. He can be trusted. You can’t be and I know that mom and dad needed to have a night off.”

Inhaling the slight chlorine scented air, you’re well aware of Austin’s muttered expletives as he plops down on the lounge chair just opposite yours. By the looks of things, you were completely alone within the pool house-- besides your annoyed little brother-- which you were grateful for. However, you could feel Austin’s ire prickling against your skin as you lay out on the comfortable chair; something you try to ignore with the book you had just pulled from your bag.

The minutes tick by in this way until you finally set your book in your lap with a sigh.

“Okay, fine,” you groan, noting Austin’s expression lighten at the words. “You can go to the party but make sure that you’re back by eleven.” You narrow your eyes at him while you point an accusatory finger. “I’m not putting my ass on the line for you so you can fuck me over, understand?”

He nods-- the grin on his face rivalling the sun in brightness-- as he quickly stands with excitement thrumming off of him. Within a blink of an eye, he was gone-- leaving behind a brief kiss to your forehead and an excited exclamation of his joy-- which left you alone with your book.

Life couldn’t get any better...

A gentle hand on your shoulder rouses you from your impromptu nap-- a startled noise escapes you as you’re met with an amused green gaze as your own blearily blinks open.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The woman sitting next to you husks-- an accent you don’t recognize only deepens it further-- with a gentle smile curling her lips. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I just thought you’d like to be woken up before it gets even later.”

With your brain still sleep-addled you try to follow the woman’s words-- while desperately trying to not look down at the scantily clad body-- but all you could make out was the simple fact that she had just saved you from unending questions from your family.

“Thank you,” you murmur, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “I really appreciate that.”

She doesn’t say anything as you shift into a sitting position-- your legs now hang over the side of your chair-- and are now face-to-face with her. Allowing you the view that your previous position had not allowed; deep auburn waves fall across elegant shoulders, fair skin standing out against the deep black of her bikini, while intelligent green eyes appraise you too.

Fighting off the incoming wave of embarrassment-- after all you had never been checked out before by a woman who looked like she stepped off the front page of Vogue-- you offer a smile of your own. “I’m Y/N,” you introduce, feeling stupid for how high-pitched your voice sounded.

The woman doesn’t seem to mind however-- if the subtle upturn of her lips was anything to go by. “Wanda,” she eventually replies. “Wanda Maximoff.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wanda.”

Wanda’s eyes sparkle at that; an emotion you can’t identify briefly showcasing itself before its gone. “The pleasure is all mine, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the delicate way she whispered your name-- coupled with the way she was gazing at you-- which causes your mouth to suddenly become parched.

There’s a brief moment of silence before Wanda tilts her head towards the pool. “So,” she purrs. “Would you like to go for a swim? I’d certainly love the company.”

All you can do is nod as you follow the older woman towards the edge of the pool. You knew you were about to be in trouble-- you weren’t quite sure from what though-- but, for once, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Not when Wanda smiled at you so sweetly over her shoulder.

“So where were you last night?”

The sudden voice from beside you causes you to flinch in surprise-- having been too lost in your thoughts-- as your older brother plops down across from you. His brow furrowed as he takes note of your reaction, but he doesn’t push on it-- for now. Instead, he takes a sip from his orange juice that was being served at the breakfast bar. By his silence you knew that he was waiting for you to respond, but what the hell were you supposed to say?

Sorry, I came in later than everyone else because I was being fucked by an unbelievably gorgeous woman that I just met. I’m actually surprised no one found out what we were doing because of how loud I was.

Images come unbidden to your mind because of the thought. Flashes of Wanda’s teasing green gaze as she pressed you into the side of the pool, warm breath ghosting across your nose as she melded her body to yours, slender fingers going knuckle-deep into your core while she whispered various things into your ear. Things that cause you to flush at the very thought of them even now-- you weren’t a virgin by any means, but you had never had sex like that before. Where someone had taken control of you so completely, fucked you so well that you could still feel her fingers even now, but you weren’t certain where that left you now.

Especially when it came to your family-- namely your older brother. Who was still looking at you with barely concealed concern within his gaze. You know that Liam meant the best, and normally you’d share what had happened with him, but you couldn’t tell him what had happened last night.

Not when you didn’t even know what to make of it yourself.

“I feel asleep beside the pool.” You shrug, taking a small nibble from your barely touched muffin. “Are you going to lecture me about the dangers of falling asleep in a public area?”

Liam’s eyes narrow at your taunt but the softness that had been in your tone diminishes the majority of the ire. “I was just worried, Y/N/N.” He places a hand on yours in the middle of the table. “Like any older sibling would be.”

You roll your eyes good naturedly at him. “I know that, Lee. I promise that you have nothing to worry about.”

What little tension was left within his body seems to release at that-- fortunately as Austin joins you both only a moment later and he never liked it when either of you were stressed out. You try to pay attention to whatever story Austin was spouting, but your gaze happens to meet an amused emerald one from across the room over his shoulder.

Numbly you watch as Wanda gives you a small wave with a look of innocence etched across her features, but the devilish glint in her eyes belied the expression entirely. Already you could feel yourself reacting to her-- partly due to the memories currently resurfacing-- but you force yourself to tune back into your brother’s mindless chatter.

Trying to desperately ignore the heated gaze watching your every move; much like a predator waiting to strike her prey.

It was only a matter of time.

[A Few Weeks Later...]

“Someone could walk by,” you hiss but, despite the tone of your voice, your fingers thread through waves of auburn hair; giving an experimental tug that makes the woman knelt before you groan low in her throat. Despite what the sound, and the sight, does to you, you can’t help but continue your earlier chastisement. “This is too risky, Wands. We’re going to get caught.”

A profound sense of loss works its way through your body when Wanda pulls back-- it was only the sharp look in her eyes that kept you quiet now. You were well aware of what that look meant and what she would do to you if you disobeyed her.

“Detka,” Wanda purrs, pressing a light kiss to your quivering thigh. Inhaling the sweet fragrance of your arousal as she nuzzles against the damp flesh. “I want you to do one thing for me, all right?”

You can only nod in reply.

The action causes a saccharine smile to spread across Wanda’s lips-- the deep emerald of her eyes darkened to an enchanting jade-- while her hands grasp your ass and pull you closer to her sinful mouth.

“I want you to shut the fuck up and let mommy take care of you. Can you do that for me?”

Once again you can only nod-- your voice having failed you long ago-- but Wanda doesn’t seem to mind as she dives right back into what she had been doing before you had interrupted. Your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head as her tongue expertly traces the delicate contours of your slit-- briefly flitting across your over-sensitive clit-- before plunging into your entrance as far as she’s able to.

Your moan was met by one of her own as your juices fill her mouth-- a satisfied expression appears on her face because of it-- while she tugs you closer to her, grounding your core against her wanting mouth as she continues to fuck her tongue in and out of you. The wet noises echoed across the hall-- thank God it was seemingly deserted-- but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you arch against her. You know that it is only Wanda’s tight hold on you that’s keeping you standing now.

“Mommy,” you keen, grounding down against her tongue as the precipice of your climax grows that much closer. The sharp cry that’s torn from your throat when Wanda pulls her mouth away from your soaked core being one of pure outrage.

“Shh, detka,” Wanda coos, lips place butterfly kisses against your inner thigh while her hands massage your ass. “You’re about to cum for mommy, aren’t you?”

You nod, but Wanda tuts as a warning slap is delivered to your ass. The sting being a promise of what was to come if continued to disobey her.

“I want you to use your words,” the older woman purrs, her eyes boring into your half-lidded gaze. “I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth how much you want me to make you cum. How much you want my tongue to explore that tight little pussy of yours.” Another slap, though this one was much softer, echoes across the hall. “Come on, detka, don’t be shy. Tell mommy that you want her to make you cum.”

There’s only a moment of hesitation from you before you cave completely-- Wanda had complete control over you, not that she’d ever betray the trust you had in her, and this was simply another time that showcased the fact.

“I do, mommy.” You arch your back in a futile attempt to get some friction on your aching cunt. “I want you to make me cum like I’ve never cum before. I want you to leave me with memories that will make me ache for you tonight. I want everything you have to offer.”

A dangerously dark look flits across Wanda’s face at the words, but the gentle look that follows softens it exponentially. “That’s a deadly promise to make, detka. One that I’m more than happy to keep.”

Before you’re able to respond, Wanda descends back onto you-- her tongue lashing across your soaked folds with a clear purpose. Gone was the finesse from before, the cool-headed movements that she usually maintained, she was now going after you like a woman starved. As if she had been left out in the desert and you were the first water source, she was able to drink from.

Whatever it was that caused the sudden change, you weren’t able to put much thought into it because of the pleasure that was currently assaulting your entire being. All you could do was thread your fingers through Wanda’s hair, while letting out pitiful mewls and moans for more, and enjoy the ride.

And when your climax finally does wash over you, Wanda was there to catch your buckling form in her surprisingly strong embrace.

Just like she always did.

[A Few More Weeks Later...]

“Where do you live?”

It was a stupid question-- given your current relationship with the woman whose arms were wrapped snuggly around your naked form-- but you had never mustered up enough nerve to ask Wanda anything personal. Of course, you had seen her in various stages of pleasure, but you didn’t know much about her life outside of Italy; all you did know was that she lived in America, like you, and she was a little over a decade older than you.

Wanda shifts at the question, her arms tightening imperceptibly around you as she does so but answers it anyway. “New York City.”

A spark of hope blossoms in your chest at that. Maybe you’d be able to see her when you got back to the States; after all New York City was only a two-hour drive from your small town of Westview. You don’t know how to voice the thought, however. What if Wanda only wanted this to be a vacation fling? What if she wasn’t as invested in whatever this thing was-- could it be called a relationship-- as you were? What if she wanted nothing to do with you after she’s given you best summer of your life?

All these thoughts threaten to drown you, but her arms act as a life raft keeping you from the dark recesses for now. So, deciding to take a much safer route, you manage to squeak out another question-- however pitiful it may sound.

“Do you enjoy life in the city?”

What the absolute hell, Y/N?

Wanda chuckles softly against the shell of your ear, her nose nuzzles gently against your neck for a moment before she responds, her voice a husky murmur while she presses herself closer to you. Allowing you to feel every perfect inch of her body.

“It has its ups and downs, but I think I’m in need for a change.” She huffs-- the wave of warm air against your skin causes a shiver to work through you. “I actually just got a new job that I think will be quite interesting.”

You open your mouth to ask her what it is-- you wanted to know more about the beautiful woman that has enchanted you so-- but Wanda rolls you over before you can. Her body hovering above you with a gentle smile curling her lips.

“No more questions, detka,” Wanda purrs, her nose gently rubs against yours. “I think I’ve waited long enough to hear you scream my name.”

Even as Wanda descends down your body-- leaving a scorching trail in her wake-- you can’t help but wish that she’d give you some verbal confirmation that this meant more to her than simple sex-- however mind-blowing it might be.

You don’t get the chance to continue that train of thought further as Wanda finally arrives at the place you wanted her most; allowing you to forget everything else but the way she was making you feel in that moment.

[The Beginning of the Fall Semester...]

“Come on, Y/N/N,” Austin sighs. “You’ve been moping ever since we returned from Italy. I thought you didn’t even want to go in the first place?”

Of course, I didn’t but that was before I met the most alluring woman, I have ever laid eyes on. A woman that I will never see again...

“I’m not moping, Austin.” You roll your eyes at your brother’s concern. “I’m just trying to get used to being back home. That’s all.”

Your younger brother narrows his eyes at you-- an expression he no doubt picked up from your mother. “Tell that to someone that doesn’t know you like Lee and I do.

Not wanting to continue this conversation further-- as you know there was only so much you could say before you melted down-- you gently push your little brother away with a barely there smile on your face. “Why are you busy worrying about me?” You check the watch on your wrist as you try to stifle your laughter. “When you’re the freshman that’s late to orientation.”

Austin’s eyes widen at that-- a look of panic that you’ve seen multiple times before on other students-- and he quickens his steps, but the victory you felt was short-lived as he called over his shoulder a moment later. “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook, Y/N/N. I’m going to figure out what’s wrong and try to help you fix it.”

If there was one thing you didn’t want it was for your little brother to interfere in your love life. Especially when said love life consisted of a mystery woman that you hadn’t been able to say goodbye to-- your father being called home early had been a surprise to your entire family, but not being able to say goodbye to Wanda-- to admit what you had been feeling-- was absolutely crushing to you.

At least you were surrounded by familiar people and buildings that helped ease the longing ache within your chest. Clutching your textbook tighter, you step into the lecture hall and quickly find an open seat towards the front. Your body sinking into the chair with a grateful sigh-- you needed a moment of rest-- as the mindless chatter of your classmates surround you. Glancing down at your textbook, you gently trace the name of the course emboldened across its cover: Sokovian Literature.

You don’t know why you had signed up for the course-- not truly knowing a thing about Sokovia-- but something had called to you when you had been marking down your classes. It’s only when the sound of high heels hitting the wooden floor of the lecture hall, while the quiet murmur of your classmates slowly die out, that you realize why it had done so.

As you raise your gaze and meet the enchanting emerald of Wanda Maximoff-- the woman who had captured your heart and soul in Italy.

Who also now happened to be your newest professor.

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