This story is basically the other story: "Smut Stories with the Same Characters" (that I deleted by accident whoops) but with more... plot. Obviously there will be smut, but there will be chapters where no smut happens, and it's just a normal chapter, weird for me to do, I know. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless though!
Descriptions:
Mr J. Caine:
In this 'book' he is 25 years old. Everyday he wears the same kind of thing: A white, or blue, shirt, a jumper (colour may vary from dark blue to beige, to cream, to purple), and tight trousers (colours may also vary, but they are mostly brown). His shoulders are wide, his back covered in muscle, clear through his outfit. A bulge through his trousers is almost always visible.
His glasses cover his dominant gaze, but if you look close enough, you may notice it. His eyes may look like the doe kind, but will change in different circumstances. His voice is deep and rather raspy, but it depends on his mood; if he's happy, it will be quite shrill, and joyful; if he's angry, it will be low and dangerous; and so on.
Y/N:
Here, you are a 19 year old female university student. Unfortunately, said university requires a uniform: Shirt, Tie with orange and red stripes, Skirt or Trousers (in this case skirt), and black shoes. You choose not to wear tights due to your ability to stay warm even during winter. Your behaviour has two sides: mischievous, teasing, strong and powerful; and shy, flustered, quiet and almost non-existent. But it all comes down to who you're with. You are quite friendly, too, with a broad (see what I did there?) friend circle, but one stands out: Opal, your best friend. You share a dorm room with her, and even most of your classes, except English, ironically.
"Whose name will you moan tonight?" She repeats the question and I let out a breath at her words.
"Yours, only yours, Miss." I quickly reply, watching the corners of her lips move up into a small smile.
"That's my good girl. Wasn't that hard now, was it?" She husks and sends shivers down my spine and a little moan escapes me at her praise.
"No." I reply silently, not trusting my own voice anymore. Her fingers on my hip start to trace over the fabric of my dress.
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Imagine your childhood crush becoming your college professor.
That's what happens to y/n when she changes her major. She's instantly head over heels for her new professor and the feelings don't seem to be one sided. But whatever is going on between them or whatever they are feeling is not supposed to be, it's forbidden.
Will they risk to go against the rules to figure out what's going on between them?
Or will her professor push her away?
Natasha Romanoff x female reader story (AU, Nat and Yelena aren't related in this)
I don't own any of the Marvel characters but I do own the story and my own characters.
There will me mature content in this story, so consider this your smut warning. If you are not comfortable reading smut, you can always skip it.