𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘯𝘳 | 𝘴

PROFFESOR ROMANOFF:
NATASHA ROMANOFF

requested by: Josieez

[tw - fingering (reader!receiving), dom!nat, oral (nat receiving), praise ]

Y/N

IT HAD BEEN a long day, longer than normal, and Nat had texted me just as I was slipping into my car. Our relationship had been strictly secret, only meeting in the evenings, at her house. It was good that way, it was good that way. But her text said that I'd left something in her classroom.

I was about to ask why she couldn't just give it to me when she got home, but I don't. I wasn't that far away. She had said something about a family reunion she had to attend in a few hours anywa. I didn't really mind, besides, how could I complain when I got great sex pretty much every day of my life?

I shoved my rucksack into the passenger seat, closed the door and locked the car. My pace quickens as I neared her classroom, heels of my boot clacking along that typical, glossed school floor. I knocked before entering.

The ring of her voice fluttered through the air, calling me in. I push through the door and immediately my eyes fell onto her suited body. The cuffs of her tailored, ironed trousers tickled the skin about her ankles, shrouding her legs in pure cotton and silk. Then, the white blazer, now unbuttoned past the valley between her breasts, did little to hide the red lingerie poking over the edge. Her blazer finished the look, but she'd discarded that earlier.

My mouth fell open, and as soon as I realised, I shut the door, pulled the blinds to and flicked the lock.

"What did I forget?" I asked slowly, attempting simultaneously to peel my eyes away from the cleavage on show. Finally, I met her eyes. They were glazed with lust and ferocity.

"You never said goodbye, Y/N. You know how much I like to be your last good night." Nat shook her head lightly, chuckling at my fear-stricken gaze. "Why do you look like I'm about to stab you?"

I swallowed my breath, laughing nervously, yet my eyes still flickered about. "Because maybe you are, I can never be too careful with you, lovey."

Natasha matched my flirting with an eager look of her own. She pulled her arms out of her blazer and slung the jacket over the back of her chair. A thin, back shirt covered her torso. "Come here then, baby."

Her finger pointed to a spot in front of her, and immediately, my legs started moving, even when my mind didn't quite understand what was going on. As soon as I got close to her, her arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer, lips smashing onto mine. I melted into her, body pressing against hers.

I pulled away breathlessly. "All right."

I tried to pull myself away from her grasp, but she tightened her grip, instead of slackening.

"Nat," I laughed. "I've got to get home, and you've got to tidy up." I booped a finger on her nose, laughing a little more.

But instead of letting go, she picked me up, making me squeal.

"What you've got to do is shut up, Y/N. You talk to much." Nat started to undo the buttons on my shirt. She felt me tense and met my eyes with a softened gaze, asking for my consent. If she wanted this, then I would gladly want it to, but we'd never done it at school before. The stakes had just risen.