Scholarly (Yelena X Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter Twenty-One

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains brief smut, please read at your own discretion.  

A soft kiss being pressed to one of my eyelids pulls me from sleep; my eyes fluttering open to find Yelena propped on an elbow over me. Her hair is tousled from sleep, her eyes half lidded as she grins lazily down at me.

"Good morning beautiful," she whispers, voice husky and deep in a way that lets butterflies loose in my stomach. I reach a hand up to cup her cheek, my thumb running softly against the sharp curve of her cheekbone.

"Morning," I murmur back, moving my hand behind her neck to gently pull her back down to me for a real kiss. I feel her smile against my lips as she returns the kiss, her hand brushing slowly down my bare side to grasp my thigh as she pulls me closer to her.

A familiar heat sparks in my core as she holds me tightly to her unclothed form, mouth moving against mine.

I groan as she suddenly pulls away from the kiss, her hand still against my thigh but no longer pulling me into her. I attempt to pull her back but she holds me gently away with a smile.

"Uh-uh," she chides with a wink. "I woke you because we need to get ready to leave. I have a class to teach and you need to attend said class."

"Ughhh," I moan as I turn my face back into the pillow. "I forgot it's Monday." She chuckles lightly before I feel her weight lift from the bed beside me, her presence moving away.

"It had to come eventually!" she calls from the direction of the closet. With one last sigh I sit up from my position lying prone on the bed and move my legs to the edge, feet touching the floor.

The light is on in her closet so I rise and go to join her, coming up from behind as she examines her various button ups and wrap my arms around her waist. I lay my head against her back as I hold her, listening as she hums softly under her breath while picking a shirt.

"Green or black?" she asks after a moment, holding the two shirts out before her to examine them. I peek around her side to look at the deep forest green shirt she holds in one hand.

"Green," I say immediately. "You wear black so often." Which is very true, Yelena loved to stick to white and black when she taught. Which was slightly confusing considering how the deeper jewel tones really accentuated her piercing grey eyes.

"Well then green it is," she says as she hangs the black one back up with its brethren and turns to me. Her arms snake around me, hands finding the backs of my thighs and before I know it I'm being lifted. My legs wrap around her waist instinctively as she walks us out of the closet and towards her bathroom.

Yelena settles me onto the cold marble countertop, goosebumps pricking up over my exposed skin. I raise a hand to cover my chest but she takes hold of my wrists and pulls them gently away, her eyes moving slowly across my skin.

The corner of her mouth curves up into a half smile as she takes me in, her hands still holding my wrists down. After a long silent moment of her observing me, Yelena slowly releases my wrists, her hands resting on my knees and pushing them apart as she moves to stand between my thighs.

"What happened to getting ready?" I squeak out, my voice not cooperating. She leans forward and brings her lips down on my neck, trailing warm kisses across my flesh before stopping at a mark she left last night.

"Five minutes," she murmurs against my skin before she gently sucks against the already purple bruise. I gasp, the mixture of pain and pleasure making me squeeze my eyes shut. Her name leaves my lips in a soft sigh as she licks and nips her way down my neck and chest.

She leaves only chaste kisses against my breasts before settling herself between my legs, her hands pulling me forward to the very edge of the counter.

"Four minutes," she whispers before flicking her tongue out against my already arousal-slicked core. My back arches immediately and I pull my hand up to cover my mouth in an attempt to keep the sounds at bay.

She looks up at me with a glint in her eyes as she finds my clit, her tongue moving mercilessly against it as I writhe before her. Moans escape through my fingers as she does. Her fingers find their way to my entrance and slam into me before my brain can even catch up to how we found ourselves in this position once again.

Her rhythm is consistent as she pulls pathetic moans from me, each sound urging her on.

"Two minutes," she growls against me.

As she curls her fingers within me I feel the knot in my stomach tightening ever so steadily, my thighs trying to squeeze closed of their own accord as the sensations become too much for me to handle.

Her name leaves my lips again and again, whispered like a mantra as she brings me over the edge. Her tongue laps at my juices as she looks at me, a smug expression written across her face.

"You look so cute squirming around like that," she says as she stands, placing a wet kiss against my lips before moving away to grab a cloth.

I flush as she brings it back to where I sit, wetting it before cleaning the mess of liquids from my thighs. I peek out the open door leading to the bedroom and see the time displayed on her alarm clock, a small spike of anxiety shooting through me.

"We need to leave soon," I say; my tone giving away the tension starting to build at the thought of having to walk into class not only late, but also together and significantly disheveled. Rumors would spread and that would be the end of Yelena's position as a TA.

"We won't be late," she reassures me, placing a kiss on my forehead before discarding the cloth into a laundry basket and moving to pull on the underwear and black trousers she had laid out on the other end of the counter.

I keep my eyes glued to her as she settles the pants low on her hips and pulls the shirt over her shoulders. It hangs loose for a moment before she starts buttoning it, the definition of her abdomen and curve of her breasts making me flush once more.

"I'm going to grab my clothes," I mutter as I quickly hop down from the counter and go back out to retrieve the discarded clothing from the night before; not trusting myself to stay a moment longer in that bathroom without attempting something that would definitely make us late.

I throw on my clothes quickly, sparing only a moment to silently despair over the fact that I would be walking into class most definitely looking like I'd just rolled out of someone else's bed.

"You know," Yelena says as she exits the bathroom, tucking the back of her shirt in as she walks towards me. "You don't have to wear your clothes from yesterday, I have some you can borrow." I smile up at her as she stops before me and wrap my arms around her loosely.

"I've been leaving with your clothes every time I come here," I say with a chuckle as she rocks us gently. "If I keep it up you won't have anything left to wear yourself." She shakes her head down at me but a smile stretches across her face, giving her away.

"Alright fine," she says as she pulls away and grasps one of my hands to pull me along behind her. "Now come on, almost time for class." 

(Published 05/20/21)

A/N: Hey bestiessss, sorry this chapter is a few hours later than promised. I didn't expect to feel quite so shitty after surgery lol

But I'm super pumped to write the next few chapters so keep an eye out! I can't go to work while I recover since I lost use of my voice so I'll be dumping a lot of time into writing. 

Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! If there's anything specific you wanna see just lmk and  I can try to include it. And if you're liking it please vote if you can! 

Anyways that's it for now, thanks for reading <3