𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟐

𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 - 𝐍.𝐑

college au

slight smut. SLIGHT (ish)
praise, mention of punishment and orgasm

natasha is your girlfriend

You were sitting in your dorm room, trying to work out the homework you had gotten. One of your roommates, who is also your girlfriend, was laid down on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

You groaned and laid your head down on the table, having erased and rewritten on the same question multiple times and got it wrong every time.

But at the same time, you wanted to finish it and get every question right. Because if you did, Natasha would reward you.

Unfortunately, this time you didn't care if you'd get a reward or not. You sat up and looked at the question once again but then rolled your eyes and got up, grabbing the papers and putting them back in your bag.

Natasha heard the scrambling from the paper and looked at you. She furrowed her eyebrows. Normally when you'd finish your schoolwork, you'd tell her and she'd have a look at it.

"What are you doing?" she asked whilst she watched you close your backpack.

"I give up. I'm not finishing that worksheet," you said and looked at her to see her raising an eyebrow.

Natasha sat up and placed her phone beside her. "Yes, you are. Take the paper back up and continue working with it."

"No. You can't tell me what to do," you said and crossed your arms.

You'd regret that.

Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall. Natasha held your wrists over your head with her hand and her leg was pressed between yours.

"I'm sorry. Wanna try that again?" she whispered in a stern tone. She pressed her thigh up against your core and you let out a quiet moan. You started to grind your hips against her thigh but she placed the other hand on your hip to stop your movements and you whined.

"Nat, please," you whined and she raised an eyebrow.

She tutted. "Be a good girl and finish the worksheet, and I'll reward you with a mind blowing orgasm as I always do. Or don't finish it, and get punished. Which do you prefer?"

"I'll be good. I'll finish it," you replied without second thought. Natasha gave you a smirk.

"That's a good girl," she whispered into your ear.

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sorry not sorry.