Professor's Pet

Fifteen*

Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; dark!widow; standing cnc/free use; collaring; leash-training; dumbification; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; voyeurism/exhibitionism; dom/sub-master/pet dynamics in public; sharing; flirting; power imbalance professor/students; public sexual acts; orgasm control; strap-on use; fingering; feral!doms; some violence; blood; dark!Natasha; dark!sub!Wanda; angst/nightmare mention; past trauma; Dark!Melina; Dark!Yelena; breaking;

At some point both of you must have fallen asleep, Kate tangled in your shirt, her head nuzzled under your chin, your arms securely wrapped around her waist. You jerked in your sleep, revisiting memories that you'd prefer to forget. Your arms wrapped around Kate tighter for shelter. When you were tugged again, you blinked your eyes open just in time to register additional people in the room before you were yanked roughly off the couch onto the floor, sending Kate simultaneously tumbling to the floor.

You hissed when Wanda approached Kate and you recognized what was in her hands. A fist landed against your cheek and you spat blood onto the floor as you watched Wanda casually removing Kate's collar, tossing it onto the floor, replacing it with the wicked one she was holding.

"Don't." I'm warning you." Your eyes shot to Wanda, watching her every move. She smirked, shrugging her shoulders. She glanced towards Natasha next, who nodded. Satisfied, Wanda fastened the collar around Kate's neck, and you struggled against the hands holding you. You didn't know or care who it was.