Finding out you were the secret daughter of one of America's richest men was like winning the lottery-if the jackpot came with a catch: everyone who knew absolutely hated you for it. Tony Stark, in all his billionaire, genius, playboy glory, decided to take you under his wing the only way he knew how-Stark-style. Cue...
I pushed her off me and down to the floor, "don't touch me." "What the fuck is your problem?" Wanda sighed, standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes. "I don't know what you mean," I replied bluntly, turning to walk off again. She scoffed and walked after me quickly, angrily and muttering curses under her brea...
"Do I make you nervous?" she asked with a small teasing smirk. I shook my head in denial, my increased heart rate suggesting otherwise. She took a few steps closer to me and placed her hands on my desk, leaning forward to search my eyes for the truth. Neither of us said anything for a few beats until the smile on her...
Wanda is the female version of a fuckboy. And you are her latest conquest. Then it's basically what the title says after that. Alternate Universe - College/University (F/F relationship 🏳️🌈)