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You walk into class and see Mrs. Maximoff across the room leaning back on her chair in a melancholic way. You and her are the only ones there seeing as you're always so early. It is about 9:20 in the morning and class starts at ten.
"Hey Mrs. Maximoff! You doing okay?" You ask in a tired, raspy morning voice. You slightly tilt your head to show interest and compassion because she looks so upset.
"Hello dear. Yes yes, I'm fine. Sometimes stuff at home gets crazy." She giggles slightly at the end to relieve some tension that she could tell was growing as she continued her sentence.
Your head went back up and you cautiously walked over to her desk, not knowing if it was okay or unprofessional. You set your bag down at your desk, which is at the front of the class next to her desk, on your way over.
You have always thought Mrs. Maximoff was very attractive. You loved the way when someone got a question wrong she would look down and smile and slightly shake her head no. She also has incredible cleavage. You could see it all the time because she always wore a dress shirt that had three buttons undone and black dress pants with black heels, and you made sure to always ask for help so she could come over and lean down next to you.
"You need to talk?" You ask, showing interest in her feelings.
"Well, please don't tell anyone, but my husband and I are divorcing. I can't seem to really find him attractive anymore. I find myself wanting..." She pauses.
"Other people." and she moves her head up to look at you. Your eyes are set on hers intently and your brows are furrowed showing you're listening.
"Well, Miss Maximoff, I think you're making the right decision honestly. You are doing what's best instead of cheating or anything." You didn't know it but now you're sitting at the edge of her desk with one leg out and your hands gripping the edge of the desk until your knuckles are white, realizing how sitting above her gets you a good view of her cleavage.
"Y/n!" A voice calls from across the room at the door and you shoot up from your position on Miss Maximoff's desk. "Ooh la la.. what's going on here?" your best friend Kate giggles.
"Oh we were uh.. talking about the paper due on Monday. Yeah." You say in response, looking at Kate with convincing eyes.
"Oh, sure, okay." She replies with an eyeroll as she sits down and gestures you over. She has the seat right next to you so you can cheat off of her paper at the end of class, and stare at the teacher the whole time.
You go to sit down next to Kate, but she pulls your sleeve towards her and you stumble over.
"You two were real close huh?" She teases you with a smile. She has known about your crush on the teacher since freshman year. It's your Junior year and the attraction is still burning strong.
"Yeah.." you say, looking down at the floor, trying to find something to grab your attention to distract you from your burnin face and racing heart.
"She likes you, for sure." Kate smirks in a devilish way and winks. You blush even harder at the thought of Miss Maximoff liking you, she is the most beautiful woman on the planet. You don't know that Kate's been making eye contact with Miss Maximoff the whole time she's been teasing you, and the green-eyed professor has been looking back at Kate every once in a while.
More kids start flooding the room as it's getting closer to class. You look at the clock and it's already 9:35. Miss Maximoff requires students to be at class at 9:40 for preparation time and announcements so when class officially starts, she can get right to lecturing. This literature class was the only morning class you had on Fridays, the rest of your day started at 1:30. You just liked the idea of being with Kate and seeing the hot professor more.
About ten minutes later of scrolling on your phone and exchanging funny videos with Kate, Miss Maximoff walked up to the front and cleared her throat to get the attention of students. You loved when she did that because of the way the column of her neck went up and down with her grumble. You immediately look up to show that you are paying attention and she makes brief eye contact with you.
"Let's begin by going over the small quiz from yesterday." She says. "Take out your papers, please! Especially you, y/n." and she gives you a suspicious glance.
The rest of class goes by smoothly, reading off answers Kate gave you and answering new questions with a wince, not knowing if you got it right.
At the end of class Kate and you gather your papers and backpacks and go towards the door. "Ahem. Miss Y/l/n?"
You snap around feeling your cheeks burn at her saying your name. "Yes?" You respond, 'yes' being the only word you can make out.
"Come over here I have a few things I need to talk to you about. Kate you're free to leave, this is a private conversation." You turn to Kate with an apologetic look and she winks at you with a smirk and runs off.
"What do you need Miss Maximoff?" You ask, trying to get home so you don't embarrass yourself in front of the most gorgeous woman you've ever laid your eyes on.
"Let me think.. you?"
"Me what?" You ask, head tilting slightly. You genuinely don't know what she means. You've always been a little slow to pick up hints.
"I need you." She says, starting to stand up from her chair. She adjusts her pants down a little, which pulls her shirt with it slightly exposing the top of her bra cup.
"Oh.. to do what?" You ask, still genuinely curious what she means.
Her hands fall to her side and she looks st the ceiling in annoyance. "Come here." She says roughly.
You go over and stand right in front of where she has placed herself, leaning on the front of her desk. "Kiss me, please." She grabs your arm to pull you closer. "I know what you think about, y/n, and I can't say I haven't had the same thoughts."
Your mind wanders. 'How does she know? I've hid myself quite well, right? Kate only found out because she knows me so well. Miss Maximoff has only known me about three years.. there's no way I was that obvio-" you're cut off.
"Y/n..! Hello?" She's waving in front of your face. "If you don't want this, you don't have to.. I just, I really need a release from this whole divorce thing. I'm sorry." You listen to what she has to say, then move closer. Without saying a word you look her up and down, then move her legs apart, allowing you to stand between them.
"God, you're gorgeous." You say, putting your hand on the back of her head. You lean in towards her and you're so close your noses are touching. You feel her hot breath on your skin as you're sitting there, in disbelief you're really about to do this. It doesn't take you long to crash your lips into hers, sliding your tongue across her bottom lip then entering her mouth. She moans and inhales and your other hand makes it's way to behind her ear, grasping her hair lightly. You pull away from the kiss and look her up and down. What a pretty sight. You pull her legs around your waist as you go back in for a second kiss, this time letting her tongue into your mouth.
“Please…” She says.
“Please what, darling? Speak up.” You snicker against her lips.
”Fuck me.. please!” She starts to get louder with every word she speaks.
”If that’s what you want, you’ll have to deal with me playing with you first.” You smirk in an evil way as your hands make their way down her shirt buttons, slowly unbuttoning then with extreme accuracy while still holding eye contact. She throws her head back in anticipation of what's to come. You reach the last button, and after it's undone you open her shirt to reveal a black lace bra. You smile at the sight. You start to massage her breasts and reach around behind her back to undo the bra clip. She puts her forehead in the crook of your neck as you remove the bra from her body and throw it on the ground. You look at her perk nipples and take one into your mouth, playing with and rolling the other in your fingertips. She moans and intertwines her hand in your hair and pushes you further. "Someone's desperate." You say after releasing her nipple with a pop. You look up at her and she nods. You take her other nipple in your mouth and repeat what you'd done with the other, until she seems to be oversensitive there.
"Go to where I need you please.." she gasps out in between breaths. You move your tongue down the small crease at the middle of her stomach which shows how muscular she is, and god it turns you on. You wrap your fingers around the waist of her pants and unbuckle it, pulling her pants down, you make your way down to her inner thigh, you're on one knee and you kiss up her thigh and suck on one spot right next to her core. You leave a mark there and you smirk up at her.
"You like that? Me marking you? Your stupid ex husband didn't even bother about making you his." Your jab at her ex husband, Vision, makes her smile slightly as she doesn't like him either, and seeing you talk about him in bad way makes her wetter than she already is under her underwear. Your thumb circles the bright red mark and you switch to the other thigh, doing the same and then you move your thumb to where she actually needs you. You draw small slight circles over her fabric-covered pussy, ravishing in the sight of them getting soaked by your actions. They are bright pink and perfect on her. You look up at her for approval to take them off and instead of taking them off of her legs, you rip them.
"I'll buy you a new pair. When I fuck you in the mall bathroom. That's for another day though." You wink at her then resume rubbing her up and down. You lick your middle and ring finger and tease her entrance. You look up at her bright red and almost sweating from anticipation and neediness. You shove your fingers inside her and pump at a very fast pace.
"Oh, god, y/n. Faster, please." She begs. You go slightly faster, and her hips push into your hand at each pump and she throws her head back in delight. She is about to scream when you stand up, fingers still inside her and moving, and you put your hand over her mouth to shush her.
"Make a sound, we're both dead. Shut up." You say, planting a kiss on her pulse point on her neck and sucking slightly. You feel her walls flutter around your fingers so you slip a third one inside. You push her back down on the desk and her back arches at the coldness of the wood and the feeling of you inside her. Your left hand wraps around her neck loosely and her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. You take that as a sign to keep going so your thumb and index finger close in on the column of her neck.
"Wait, y/n." You pull out immediately, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She reaches back into one of her drawers and pulls out a strap-on.
"Oh boy." You take it and turn around to put in on and face her again. The lust swirling in her eyes shows she loves to see it on you. Your curves are perfectly outlined by the tough fabric straps. You walk back to her and rub her entrance with it a little bit to get it lubricated with her fluids. You thrust into her and she grabs your shirt to pull you in for a kiss. Your tongues fight for dominance when she lets you go for a second to moan out your name. You immediately cover her mouth up. You're not worried about your reputation, I mean, you are fucking the hottest teacher in the whole university. You're worried about her job. You stop thinking for a second when she starts to talk.
"Baby please, put your hand here again." She grabs your wrist and brings your hand to her throat. You squeeze and push down slightly, to allow less air and more pleasure. She slowly builds up an orgasm and you lean down, brushing hair out of her face and leaning over her shoulder, removing your hand from her throat. You put your head on the cold desk. Your arm that you are leaning on goes under her neck and you pant as you thrust harder and faster. She lets raspy moans rip from her throat as she gets closer to climax and so do you, the toy rubbing against you and the thought of her combined make you almost at your peak.
"Go ahead baby," You tell her, kissing the side of her neck through breaths. She moans loudly and this time you don't bother to stop and cover her mouth up and she bucks her hips up into yours. You reach your orgasm soon too, after slowing down to prevent overstimulation on her end.
You stand up and look down at her, removing the strap. You smile at what a mess she is. "I'll be taking these to the trash." You say, holding up her pink lace panties. You put your pants and underwear back on and put the strap back in the drawer it was in before.
You give her a swift kiss on the head before grabbing your bag and saying "see you at the mall then, I'll give you my number Monday. Unless you're gonna be here tomorrow, in that case I will have to repeat this, you'd like that, hm?" She nods at you and you make your way out of the classroom.
You text Kate: "you won't believe what happened.." and smile with pride as you'd just railed the hottest teacher in school.