#professor!natasha

[togrowoldinv]

Summer Break

Professors!WandaNat x Female Reader

When you see your professors at a bar, they invite you to their house

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, strap on use (N), oral (W receiving), thigh riding, dirty talk

Note: Woohoo more WandaNat. Enjoy this one!

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There they are across the room. Two of your professors. Professor Romanoff and Professor Maximoff. You didn’t expect to see them here.

Kate and Peter invited you out to a bar. It’s not really your speed but they begged you before it’s time to go home for the summer.

Finals have been taken and you all deserved to relax. You’re a few shots in and classes should be off of your mind.

So, why can’t you stop looking at your professors? Natasha is wearing a leather jacket over a black t-shirt. The simplicity of the outfit makes her so attractive. Wanda is in a black dress with an open back. You see the dynamic of the relationship as Nat stands an inch behind Wanda, a hand on her wife’s back to protect her from any passersby’s.

You knew they were married. It was bound to come up in class. But you also heard that sometimes they would be with other people than each other. Together or separate.

“You’re staring,” Kate comes up next to you and brings you out of your thoughts.

“I am not,” you try and defend, but it’s no use. You were definitely staring. “I can’t help it, Kate. Have you seen them?”

“I have. In fact, I see them a lot with Yelena.”

“Yelena! How’s that going?” You tease her.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kate says. Her eyes drift to behind you and she grins. “I should leave you to it.”

“What?” You ask, but the tap on your shoulder soon answers your question. You turn to see them standing there.

“Hello y/n,” the brunette says casually.

“Hey, Professor Maximoff,” you reply.

“Oh please, it’s Wanda now. You’ve finished my class,” Wanda says.

“Same goes for me. It’s Natasha to you now,” the redhead finally speaks. Maybe you’re buzzed or maybe she really does wink at you after she says it.

“How- um- how did I do in your classes?” You ask, not really knowing what else to speak about.

“You did well,” Natasha answers.

“We have a rule about this,” Wanda speaks, mostly to her wife. “No shop talk.”

“Right, babe. I’m sorry,” Natasha says. She wraps her arm around Wanda’s waist and kisses her cheeks. You try to look away, so they won’t see your burning cheeks.

“What are you drinking?” Wanda asks.

You tell her and Natasha orders you that drink and two for her and Wanda before she invites you to follow her back to a booth.

“I should really be with my friends tonight,” you reply.

“Oh, I don’t think they mind,” Natasha says. She leads you to the booth and stops by Kate who’s talking to another one of your classmates. “Do you mind if we steal her for the night, Kate?”

“Go for it,” Kate says. “I’m here if you need me.” The girl giggles as you walk off with Natasha behind you and Wanda in front.

You fall into a booth with the same order. You’re sandwiched between the two women.

“So, y/n, what are you going to do with your summer?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, probably just catch up on some reading,” you say.

“Smart girl,” Nat comments. “What about for fun?”

“I don’t know. I’m staying on campus since I don’t really care to go home. Kate will come and hang out sometimes,” you explain.

“I see. We’ll be around campus if you need anything,” Wanda says.

Under table, her hand slips onto your thigh. You went with a skirt tonight that’s a bit too short, so you feel every touch on your skin.

“Thank you,” you say. You take a large sip of your drink, hoping to knock some of the nerves out. “What about you guys?”

“What about us?” Nat says. “What do we do for fun?”

You nod. The redhead smirks.

“Well, we have a pool at the house, so we spend a lot of time there,” Nat says. “And we have a home library where this one gets lost for hours.”

Wanda chuckles and rubs her hand over your thigh. Nat notices the way you shiver and she places a hand on your other thigh.

“You need to come see the library,” Wanda says. “Promise me you will?” She’s giving you puppy dog eyes.

“I promise,” you say. How could you say no to that face?

“Good girl,” Wanda says.

She drinks the rest of her drink and asks Nat for another one. The redhead gets up to get her more.

“Y/n,” Wanda gets your attention. You look her in the eyes. She’s much closer than you remember. “You’re beautiful.”

You try to look away and hide your embarrassment but Wanda holds your chin.

“Look at me, baby,” she says. “You’re so beautiful and perfect.”

Her lips are moving towards yours and you close your eyes.

“Here you go,” Natasha’s voice makes you open your eyes. Wanda pulls her lips away and acts like it didn’t happen.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Wanda tells her wife. She leans across you and the two women kiss. Right in front of your face. You can’t ignore the way it makes you feel.

“Fuck,” you accidentally whisper aloud.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Natasha says. She’s smirking and is in no way sorry.

“It’s okay,” you say.

Natasha’s hand finds yours on the table and she brings it under the table with a strong grip.

“You’re gorgeous,” Nat says. Her lips are right next to your ear, ghosting over you.

Now that both of them have hit on you, you know the rumors must be true.

Wanda’s hand moves further up your thigh. So far that her thumb is brushing over your underwear. She can do doubt feel the wetness pooling in them. She smiles at her wife and gives her a nod.

“Would you like to go home with us, pretty girl?” Natasha asks.

“Oh, um-“

“You don’t have to, sweetheart. But we like you a lot,” Wanda says. Her finger presses into you just enough to drive you wild.

“What do you say?” Nat asks again.

“Yes,” you say. “Please.”

“Such good manners,” Wanda says. “Just like in class.”

Natasha slips out of the booth first and she tells your friends that you’re spoken for for the night. Kate gives you a secret thumbs up as Wanda holds your hand. She walks you out of the bar.

“This way, baby,” Wanda guides you.

She opens the passenger door of a corvette and helps you inside. Nat is in the driver’s seat. There’s light conversation on the way to their house, but you don’t say much.

The house is immaculate and in pristine shape. Both of the women are proud of their home.

“Come on in,” Nat says. She gestures to the couch for you to sit.

The two women disappear into the kitchen and come back a few moments later with a glass of wine for each of you. They sit on both sides of you again.

“Can I kiss you?” Wanda asks you first. It takes you by surprise, but of course she wants this.

You nod and Natasha grips your arm to get your attention.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes ma’am,” you correct yourself.

Wanda smiles and leans in for a kiss. She brushes her nose against yours before her lips connect with yours. A slow rhythm of her lips against yours is enough to drive you crazy.

Natasha’s hands wander around your legs as Wanda deepens the kiss.

“So good for us,” Natasha says. Her hand slips to the front of your shirt and unbuttons it slowly.

Wanda breaks from the kiss and smiles at you.

“So fucking good. Just like we imagined,” Wanda says.

She pulls your shirt off your shoulders and unhooks your bra with ease. You’re left only in your skirt.

“Let’s get this off you,” Nat says. She taps your hips and you stand up. She slips the skirt down your legs along with your panties. You’re naked in front of them.

“Fuck yes,” Wanda says. She immediately pulls you towards her and you straddle her lap.

“I want to kiss her,” Natasha says.

You turn to her and she kisses you hard. It’s different than with Wanda. More intense.

Wanda’s hands play with your breasts as Nat continues to kiss you. You take Nat’s jacket off and try to lift her shirt off.

“Ah, no. I’m in charge here, detka,” Natasha says, breaking the kiss.

The woman stands up and takes off her pants. She’s wearing boxers and your eyes go wide at a bulge in them.

Wanda reaches over to pull her wife’s red strap out.

“Suck her cock,” Wanda instructs you.

You waste no time doing so. Nat fills your mouth to your throat as she thrusts in and out of you. Desperate for release, you grind on Wanda’s thigh. She takes your nipples in her mouth and sucks them.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well,” Natasha praises you.

You groan against her and she knows you’re close.

“Are you going to come for us?” Nat asks.

She pulls her strap out and leans down for a kiss. It’s searing and enough to make you come against Wanda’s thigh without warning.

“Fuck that was hot,” Wanda says.

“Good girl,” Nat says.

You lean into Wanda and she kisses your neck.

“I want you to eat me out,” Wanda says.

“Yes ma’am,” you say. Nat helps you off Wanda’s lap and onto the floor in front of her.

You dive right in, licking her and sucking on her clit as Natasha kisses her body. Wanda is already close herself, loving how this fantasy she has is coming true.

“Come for her, Wanda,” Natasha instructs. It’s hotter than it should be and Wanda’s hips stutter as she comes against your tongue. You clean her up and Natasha is quick to kiss you.

“Fuck, she tastes so good, doesn’t she?” She asks you.

“Yes ma’am,” you reply.

“You’ve been so good, sweetheart. How are about I fuck you with my cock?” Nat asks.

“Oh, I want to see that,” Wanda says.

You agree and she lays you back on the couch. She brushes the tip over your pussy lips before she slips in. She moves slowly at first, but picks up her pace quickly.

"Keep going,” Wanda tells her. Natasha feels herself getting close from seeing you like this. Taking her so well.

“So wet and tight,” Natasha mumbles. “God, I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” you manage to speak out.

“Come together,” Wanda says.

She’s watching you both as you come simultaneously. She’s made Natasha come that hard before, but god it’s beautiful to see the woman like this. So free.

“That’s a good girl,” Wanda says.

You don’t know which one of you she’s speaking too. Probably both.

Natasha slips out of you and you sit next to each other on the couch. You all catch your breath and Wanda kisses your cheek.

“I’m so glad you came over,” Wanda says.

“Me too,” you say.

“Yes, you should come over again,” Natasha says. “Not that I’m kicking you out right now. The night is still young.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, gaining some confidence from the bliss you feel.

“Oh yeah, sweet girl,” Natasha says. “You still haven’t eaten me out.”

“Oh fuck,” you mumble and the two women share a smile.

You kneel in front of Natasha and the rest of the night begins. Wanda and Nat are already making plans to invite you over more often.

Maybe this summer won’t be so boring after all.

[wandasfifthwife]

(18+) imagine Natasha as a professor and she helps you study for her upcoming exams.

if you do well on her practice exam, she’ll fuck you into next week. if you do terribly, she’ll leave you high and dry until the next study session.

[goldenempyrean]

Professor Romanoff (Pt1)

Hey! This is just a little idea that @lyak12 helped me with. This will have more then one part so I’ll add them when theyre written. Im gonna get some requests done next, I just wanted to get this out!

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Pt2

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is your teacher. You’ve always had a small crush on her. But when shes sick, her guard is let down. Now what?...

Wordcount:1,308

Any spelling/grammars are mine, sorry :)

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Tiny bit of backstory: R is attending one of the leading universities. Most people who attend end up graduating and becoming Agents for Fury/SHIELD. Nat teaches two classes and R is in both of them. So, the both of them have a good friendly relationship and are quite comfortable with each other.

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You happily hummed to yourself as you walked the short journey to your next class. You put a little dance into your step as one of your favourite songs began to play in your headphones. You quicken your pace slightly as you glanced down at your watch, you were hoping to arrive slightly early to have a quick chat with your teacher, Miss Romanoff, or Natasha as she preferred you to address her as.  

The university you attended was well-known for producing high-quality agents for SHIELD and as a result many of the Avengers ran side-classes for a select body of students. Luckily for you, you had been selected to participate in two of those special classes. Both being taught by Natasha.  

Your song finished on cue as you pushed open the door to the main building, after 3 years of studying on campus you confidently knew your way around the building and you found yourself outside the door to your lecture hall within a few minutes.  

The door swung open as you walked into the room, stopping abruptly when you noticed your missing teacher. Where was Natasha? She was always at least 10 minutes early to every lesson without fail, there hadn't been a time in your whole time of attending the university where Natasha hadn't been early.

How strange. You had really been hoping for some advice on your upcoming final exam. Well, you could always see her after class. The rest of your class gradually arrived as the minutes ticked by, with still no sign of Natasha showing up. There was an uneasy grumble of small convosations, everybody wondering the same thing. After another long 10 minutes people were beginning to repack their bags and collect their things.

At that moment, the door swung open and Natasha came rushing into the hall. “Sorry guys!” She apologised as she got herself ready. You couldn’t help but notice the twinge in her voice, it sounded slightly off, a lot raspier than usual. If you didn’t know her better you would've thought that she sounded tired.

“Okay guys, can we get out our notes from last lesson please.” She asked, shooting you a brief smile as you made eye contact with her. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as Natasha took control and began her lesson.

Thankfully it seemed like you had an easy lesson for today. It was mainly focussed on revising combat strategies and methods of stealth. Stalking of stealth, you couldn’t help but notice that Natasha was routinely rubbing her throat and muffling small coughs into her arm, if you weren't watching her so closely you would have missed the small actions altogether.

Scribbling down another set of notes you were surprised to hear Natasha’s voice announce, “Well guys. We can call it a day here, make sure to revise!” Her voice broke off and you looked up to see her stifling a sneeze into her elbow, not so much as a sound to give her away.

The room was filled with a satisfied hum of noise as she made her accountment. Everybody was surprised, Natasha’s lessons never finished early, never mind by a whole 20 minutes. People were quick to leave, fearing she would change her mind. It didn’t take long for the room to empty leaving just you by yourself.

You grabbed your bag and slowly walked over to the big desk at the front of the hall, which Natasha was currenting sitting at, her head in her hands while she rubbed at her temple. She hadn't even noticed you approach the desk until you spoke, “Hey.”

“Oh hello.” She answered with a tired smile as she glanced up at you before signalling you to take a seat.

You sat down at the opposite side of the desk before giving into your concern and asking, “Are you okay? You seemed tired during the lecture.”

“Oh.” Natasha really wasn’t expecting anyone to pick up on her current situation, she was almost embarrassed that it was so noticeable, “Its fine, I'm just a lit- Hh.. S'cuse me.. Hht’shoo!” Nat's nose interrupted her sentence as she sneezed against her wrist and sniffled slightly afterwards.

“Bless you.” You hummed lightly, fidgeting with your fingers slightly as you considered what to say next, before you had your chance to say anything though you were interrupted by the small hitching of the tired professor's voice. Somehow it seemed that Natasha had managed to stave off the ongoing tickle in her nose as she lightly pressed a finger to her nose, sniffling to herself lightly.

“You alright?” You asked wishing there was something else you could do for her. You longed to wrap her up warm and lay by her side, attending to her every need. You had never seen Natasha show even the slightest sign of sickness ever. You dreamed of her laying beside you in bed, huddled under a shared blanket. No! She was your teacher, your role-model. There was no way anything could ever happen between you, even with the small age-gap... Still, you couldn’t help but let your mind endlessly daydream at the thought of being with her.

Nat quietly grabbed a tissue and blew her nose before speaking back up, “I'm fine Y/N. Don’t worry about me dear. Are you ready for your finals?” She asked as you felt a small blush seep into your cheeks as a result of her pet-name for you.

“I think so. I just need to remember to keep calm in the exam. I have a habit of getting really nervous beforehand”  

 “You’ll do great. You’re smart, remember that.” She broke off to muffle a deep rattling cough into her elbow. She sounded terrible. “Excuse me,” She sighed, grabbing another tissue, “I think I'm starting to catch a little bit of a cold.” Her voice trailed off as she quietly admitted that last part.

“I think so too,” You agreed, clicking your pen to stop yourself from fidgeting, you weren't sure whether to finish there but despite your better judgement you decided to add, “Hey... Listen it must be more than a little cold if it's making you feel sick. Maybe you should just go easy for a few days.” You must’ve been out of you mind as you reached over, gently cupping Natasha’s hands in your own.

You could’ve sworn that her face turned a deeper shade of red as she held your eye contact for a moment for quickly snapping her face towards her shoulder.

“Hhshtooo! Sorr-”

“Bless you.” You cut Natasha off before she was able to complete her apology, “You definitely don’t sound well though.” You added sympathetically.

“I’ll be fine Y/N. Don’t worry about me, just focus on revising.” She looked down to glance at the time on her phone, “E-Excuse me dear.”  Natasha retracted her hands which were still cupped beneath your own, she slowly began to pack her equipment, avoiding eye contact as you abruptly stood up.

“I should get going. I need to study.” You quickly chucked your backpack over your shoulder, slowly walking towards the door, heat beginning to rush to your face as your mind raced. Had you overstepped a limit?

“Oh.” Was that disappointment in her tone? No. It couldn’t have been.

“I hope you feel better.” You added before turning to leave the hall... Had you just messed everything up?

“Thank you.” Natasha’s voice trailed off as she watched you quickly walk towards the door. God I’m such an idiot. She thought to herself as you left, a piece of her heart leaving with you. Truthfully all she wanted was to be beside you, cuddling against your warm body as you played with her hair. Stop it, Natasha argued with herself. She was your professor; she was meant to be a role-model. This could never happen, right?  

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[silkwingfood]

[marvelobsessed134]

Life imitates art

A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written

Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics

Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.

And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.

So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.

You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.

“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!

“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.

You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“

“So is my class not important to you?”

“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”

The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”

You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.

“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.

Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”

The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”

“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”

“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“

“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Yes I do but-“

“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.

“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.

As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.

It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.

Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.

She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.

You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.

She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.

Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.

You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.

“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.

She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”

Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.

The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.

“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.

“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.

Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.

“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.

“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.

Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.

“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.

You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”

You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.

She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.

The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.

You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.

“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.

You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.

“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.

“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.

You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.

“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.

“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.

“Did I get the grade?”

“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”

[yanaromanov]

my sweet assistant

- professor!natasha x lawyer!wanda x reader

part summary: you take a position in assisting professor romanoff after classes to make up for a missed assignment. your flustered state only continues as you’re forced to spend one-on-one time with her, even more so when her wife is introduced into the equation…

part warning(s): teacher/student relationship, age gap (r is of age), power dynamics, married wandanat (no cheating), pet names, mentions of anxiety, mentions of bad family relations, minor death, funeral etc. minors dni

authors note: this took me a bit longer to write and release than i would have liked thanks to my broken arm and writers block so apologies for that. but even tho i kinda hate it, it’s here now, so i hope you enjoy! :)

part two of the inescapable love series

inescapable love series

･ ｡ﾟ*. 18+, minors DNI . * ｡ﾟ･

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People say life comes with its ups and downs, something you had come to learn was rather true, but why did it always seem the downs came at the worst of times? A call from your mother was never really a good sign to begin with, usually her nagging being the only thing waiting on the other end of the line, but this time when you picked up and heard what she had to say, not good turned to terribly bad. It wasn’t the extent of the problem as such that worried you, more so the timing. Your Russian class had an assignment coming up, due in less than a week, and thinking you had enough time to get round to it, you still hadn’t started. Something that would have been totally fine if not for your mom’s name popping up on your phone last night and sharing news that would throw your entire schedule off.

The way your mom had picked up the phone had immediately informed you something was wrong, but a death announcement was certainly the last thing you had been expecting to hear on a Sunday night. It was your grandmother, on your dad’s side. She’d passed away over the weekend, finally giving up on the hospice care she’d been dependent on for months. The news itself hadn’t been too much of a shock, the old woman’s health deteriorating for years, and it didn’t much upset you either. You’d never really been close to your grandmother, your brother being the one favoured from your family, keeping you distanced whenever you visited her house. Your teenage self had already mourned for the relationship you had never had and that felt more painful than the actual loss in front of you now.

The main thing concerning your mind now was how you were going to complete your assignment. On the phone, your mom had told you she’d already booked the flights for you coming home, prepared for the funeral just that week, a quick turn around due the arrangements been made in advance from the anticipation of her death. It would see you in England the entirety of the week, leaving tomorrow afternoon and not returning until late Friday evening. Even with the extra days you had at home, the funeral tea and family gatherings would no doubt leave you no time at all to complete your assignment.

You knew what you had to do now, had done it many times before for other classes, but something about this time felt more intimidating. As you sat in the lecture theatre, watching your professor teach at the front of the class, your heart pounded in your chest at the thought of asking for the extension. More time alone would have to be spent with your Russian professor, the last time still lingering unwanted in your mind. The thought of speaking to her one on one once more was enough to send your anxious mind into a frenzy.

Desperately, you tried to cling on to the reality of things as your lesson continued. It was the day of the week where your class would practice your Russian speaking, conversing with one another whilst Professor Romanoff would walk around, listening in and correcting any mispronunciations. In the end, it would build up to the speaking exam the end of semester held, a private conversation that each student would have with your professor which was then graded alongside your written tests.

The girl sat beside you had claimed the spot as your partner when the first speaking lesson had started up, thankfully not the same girl who’d passed you dirty looks after your perfectly scored paper. The two of you worked through the worksheet in front of you, sounding out the words and building them up into a conversation. Your partner seemed slower than you to grasp the concepts, but you found you didn’t quite mind, allowing your thoughts the moments in between to plan exactly how you’d make your request to Professor Romanoff.

When the class had finally drawn to a close, everyone began packing up their things, worksheets handed back down towards the front. Professor Romanoff stood against her desk, collecting papers as she shouted out across the clamouring hall. “Remember your assignment is due on Friday everyone. Do not use google translate. I can tell!”

It seemed your class wasn’t paying her announcement much notice, instead focused on making it out of the double doors and out into the corridor. Like you had done before, you packed away your things slowly, lingering in the row of seats until almost everyone had left the room. Only when the last few stragglers were close to the door, did you begin your descent towards the central desk. Professor Romanoff stood wiping clean the board once again, back facing you. This time, however, you cleared your throat to make your presence known. The woman’s face was slightly bewildered as she turned, melting away immediately as she spied you standing across the way, a smile appearing on her lips instead. “Miss Y/L/N,” she said, wiping the chalk dust away from her hands and turning back to close the distance between you. “Is everything alright?”

"Uhm, yes," you said nervously, watching as the woman came to stand in front of you. "Well...no, but-" You shook your head, attempting to dispel the anxious thoughts that clouded your brain. Fingers began to fidget as you looked back up at your professor with a nervous smile. "I was wondering if I could possibly get an extension for the assignment?" The redhead in front of you raised a single brow, looking inquisitive to your scenario and hence, drawing more of and explanation from your chest. "It's just my grandma passed away and I have to fly back to England for her funeral this week. I'm not going to be back till Friday night and with all the travelling and family stuff and jet lag, I probably won't have enough time to do it." Your hands gestured about, trying to find anything else to do rather than anxiously pick at your nail beds. "I don't need a long extension, maybe just till Monday? I can get it done over the weekend when I'm back."

The spill of words finally fell short in the silent room, your blurting echoing ever so slightly in the emptiness of the hall. Professor Romanoff stood in front of you, today wearing a matching black skirt and blazer, a white shirt neatly tucked in. "I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother." Your gaze raised up to the pair of green eyes as she spoke, a soft expression held between her features. "Are you doing alright?"

The question had came unexpectedly. You shook your head as you answered. "Oh yeah, I'm fine." You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders. "We were never close."

"Well," Professor Romanoff replied, gaze softening further. "I'm still sorry to hear about her." She passed you a gentle smile as she stepped towards her desk, leaning against the front of it like it seemed she had a habit of doing. When she looked back up at you, her expression had changed. "As for an extension..." Her emerald stare met yours, always seemingly able to make you shy away. "You're a good student Y/N, so I'd really like to say yes, but unfortunately I have a policy against extensions."

Your memory fleeted back to the first day of class, suddenly recalling the rules your professor had set out. Extensions would only be given to those with medical absence, provided they had a document signed by a health professional. Only remembering that now, you felt entirely stupid for asking for the extension in the first place. "That's right," you blurted. "I'm so sorry, I totally forgot. Listen, forget I even said anything." You adjusted the straps of your backpack as you made to turn your body towards the door. "I'll try get it done on the plane or something. Thank you anyway."

You made it about three steps away before you heard your name being called out from behind you. Slowly, you turned your shoulders, looking back at the woman who still sat against her desk. "Yes, Miss Romanoff?" you called in response. A single manicured nail raised up, the finger curling to beckon you back in the direction you'd came. Biting down on the skin of your cheek, you turned fully, slowly closing the gap that had formed between you and your professor. When you stood in front of her again, you began to rub one of your arms nervously.

Professor Romanoff inclined her head towards you, a faint smile on her painted lips. "I can't give you an extension but I can offer you an alternative. Some extra credit that will cover the assignment, worth the same percentage of your grade. And I'll even give you the full marks."

Your head angled in both curiosity and uncertainty. The prospect of the extra credit sounded like just what you needed, but you couldn't quite grasp the notion that your professor was suggesting. "Full marks?" you asked. "As in, a hundred percent on the assignment?"

A painted smirk pulled at the corner of your professor's mouth, her body leaning ever so slightly closer to yours. "Don't act like it's such a miracle, sweetie. We both know what you're capable of, hm?"

As her words hit you, you could immediately feel the warmth they brought to your cheeks. Face feeling flushed, you tried to distract your brain, unfocusing on the perfect pair of lips still smirking in your direction. "What would I have to do for the extra credit?"

Professor Romanoff sighed, adjusting herself on the desk. You diverted your eyes as her arms crossed her body, once again pushing her slightly-revealed cleavage up against her chest. "Well, my assistant for this year pulled out on me last minute, which has left me just drowned in work." Green eyes met yours as a wide smile spread across the redhead's lips. "So, just give me a helping hand after class for a few weeks and the credit is all yours."

This proposal seemed almost too good to be true. Simply helping out your professor in turn for a perfect grade? It almost didn't seem fair. As you thought over her offer, the idea couldn't help but make you feel a little flustered. After all it would entail spending time alone with the red haired woman, something that seemed to leave you an oddly ruffled mess. But the entire thing sounded far too good to pass up, an opportunity practically laid out on a silver platter. Sounding easy enough to follow through with, you nodded your head with a smile. "Yeah, I can do that."

The smile on Professor Romanoff's face widened at your agreement. "Perfect," she said, green eyes glinting. "Can I see you back here next Monday? Say...three pm?"

You nodded once more. "Yeah. That works for me."

"Alright then," the redhead replied. She stood up from her desk, smiling down on you from the height accentuated by her heeled boots. "Don't you worry your pretty head about the assignment and I'll just see you here next week."

The words seemed to wash over you with a flush, something igniting inside that you couldn't quite put a finger on. Nervously, you looked to the floor, picking at the ends of your jumper while Professor Romanoff moved to stand behind her desk, seemingly unaware of your heightened nervousness. Before you could properly formulate a response, the other woman was already speaking once more. "Go on then. Don't want to be late for your next class do you?"

Her words seemed to shake you back to the present, that nervous little smile appearing on your face again. "Right," you said, adjusting your backpack. "Thank you, professor."

She smiled back at you. "It's no problem, honey. Now run along."

You found yourself nodding as you turned to leave, urged on by her commands. A few steps away she called out to you. "Take care of yourself, Y/N."

You looked back over your shoulder, flashing a small smile. "I will Miss Romanoff. Thank you." And with that, you were walking out the door, headed towards your next class with you mind focused on what exactly your assistant duties with Professor Romanoff may entail.

———

"When are you back again?"

"Friday night. About nine-ish?"

You passed the raven-haired girl a quick glance over your shoulder as you continued to fold the items of clothing in your hand. A loud sigh filled the space as you heard Kate roll over in her bed, rustling the top of her sheets. "That's four whole days of you leaving me completely alone."

As you placed the last of your clothes into the open suitcase, you swiveled around to look at Kate. Your brow furrowed as you noticed your best friend sprawled dramatically across the covers. "Kate, you do realised we have other friends?" you replied with a soft sigh.

But it seemed the girl took no notice, throwing her hand up to cover her eyes as another noise of discomfort slipped from her lips. "I'm gonna look like such a loser at breakfast." The truth was that the pair of you did have more friends at university, with whom Kate could definitely speak to while you were away, despite how the majority of the time it was always just the two of you. This could be down to the fact you were the only ones still sharing a dorm on campus, most of your friends having moved out to apartments around the city. You and Kate had looked into that option but your loan wasn't enough to cover the rent, so you'd both settled to remain in the on-campus accommodation, still sharing your meals in the wide dining hall.

You sighed again. "I'm sorry my grandma dying is such an inconvenience to you." At that, Kate shot up in bed, immediately looking less irritated and instead concerned. The way you smiled playfully back at her, however, made her brows drop ever so slightly, the fear of her actions hurting you slipping away. You'd already told her you weren't all that bothered by the passing, more so annoyed by the bother of it all, but it seemed despite how dramatic she could be, Kate was still worried about your feelings. "Relax Bishop," you said, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. "You know I'm kidding. I hate the fact I'm going just as much as you do." With all the hustle of trying to get through your work that day, you hadn't had much time to think about the reality of going home. Now packing your things, the dread of it all was beginning to settle on your shoulders. Still, you forced a smile on your lips as you walked across to Kate's bed, sitting yourself down next to her. "I'm sorry I'm leaving but I'll make it up to you, yeah?"

Just then, a spark seemed to light up in Kate's eyes. She turned to you, a wide smirk plastered on her lips. "Will you come to a party with me?" The proposal was one Kate often brought up, and one that was just as often shut down. Whenever Kate was getting ready to go out for a night, you were always cooped up in your textbooks, ignoring her complaints of how you studied too much and focusing instead on memorising every piece of material on the paper. For three years, your best friend has had to drag you to every party you'd ever been to, sometimes even snatching the book from your hands and then pleading you with puppy dog eyes. Those same eyes looked at you now, silently begging.

"Fine," you said finally, causing Kate to throw her hands up in the air. You raised your hand before her excitement could get out of hand. "But only one and not until after midterms."

The girl looked slightly disheartened but her smile still remained wide. "Fine," she replied, looking to already be planning the event she'd drag to you in a few weeks time. As Kate settled herself back in her bed, you stood to cross the room, returning to your almost-packed suitcase. You placed the last item in one side - a long black coat Kate had let you borrow to wear to the funeral - then zipped up the first half. All the other half was missing was your toiletries bag, of which would have to wait until the morning to be packed. As you were closing things up, you threw a comment to Kate over your shoulder. "I spoke to my Russian professor today about that extension for the assignment, remember?"

You heard Kate's head turn towards you, becoming distracted from her party planning. "Oh yeah, what'd she say?"

As the final zip on your suitcase closed, you turned back around to your best friend. "She doesn't really do extensions so she said I can help out after class instead to make up my grade."

Kate's brow furrowed. "What, like an assistant?"

"Yeah, exactly. Hers apparently dropped out so I'm filling in for a few weeks." You bent down to push your suitcase under your bed, ready to go tomorrow morning, then stood again, shrugging your shoulders. "She said she'll give me the equivalent of full marks for the assignment."

"Wait, what?" Kate shot up in bed, her jaw hanging slack. "You just help her plan a couple lessons and get a free ride to a perfect score?"

You breathed out a laugh, not only at Kate's theatric tone but also at the improbable truth of the scenario. It hadn't really hit you until now how easy you had it, an exceptional gateway to an easy 'A'. "Yeah," you giggled out, taking a seat on your bed. "I mean, she said I'm a good student so she expected me to do well anyway." You tried to ignore the strange tingle in your head as you recounted your professor's words, instead focusing on Kate who flung herself up in her bed.

"Dude," she said, looking at you incredulously. Her eyes shifted, looking down to the floor. "Maybe I should have taken Russian this year."

Another laugh spilled from your lips as you stood, closing the gap between you and your best friend. "I think you should focus on the classes you're already taking." Your hand reached out for Kate's pulling her up from her bed before she could get a chance to reply. "Now, let's go get dinner. I'm starving."

———

The setting sun streamed in through the wide windows of Natasha's office. The entire room was painted in a soft orange glow, guiding the redhead as she finally began to pack up for the night. Today had been a long day for her, her daily schedule packed and evening full of essay marking that needed to be completed by tomorrow. Finally, Natasha had managed to get finished up, closing her laptop and packing away her notes for the night. She tucked them away into her bag to bring to work the next day before shutting off the lamp inside the room and retiring from her office for the night.

Her feet padded across the wooden floors as she made her way out of the home office. The sun's glow followed her, let in by the expansive windows her and Wanda's house contained. When she reached the living room, Natasha spied her wife curled up on the corner of their sofa, a blanket draped over her legs and an open book sat in her hands. Her footsteps were silent as she made her way over to the other redhead. Though she imagined her wife had still felt her approach, as she didn't flinch when Nat's hands came down for a hug from behind. Natasha's arms wrapped around her wife, a small hum escaping her lips as she pressed a gentle kiss to the pulse point of her neck. "Baby," Natasha whispered, her voice low. Wanda simply hummed in response, her eyes still focused on her novel, her attention only slightly skewed when Natasha leaned in closer, pressing more kisses down the skin of her neck.

"I need to speak to you about something." Natasha's voice remained low, her words fanning out on to her wife's collar bones. She'd been waiting for this moment now for a while, anticipating just the right time to bring up her scenario to her wife. The thoughts had been circling her head for a small while now, perhaps longer than she liked to admit, but she found she couldn't wait any longer to share.

"What is it, moya lyubov?" Wanda's eyes finally raised from her book, head turning over her shoulder to look up at her wife. Though, this position didn't last long, as Natasha lifted her legs and swung herself over the back of the couch, landing in a position beside her wife. This was a habit Wanda hated, forever telling Natasha to 'use her legs like an adult', but this time she didn't have time to pester the redhead as she'd already began to speak. "Do you remember that student we spoke about? The one that got the perfect score."

The slight look of annoyance from Nat's behavior was quickly replaced by an inquisitive expression as Wanda furrowed her brow. The redhead finally closed her book on her lap, sliding a bookmark into place. "Yeah, I do. What was her name again?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Wanda hummed, a small smiling appearing on her lips. "That's it. Cute name. What about her?"

Natasha inhaled, her mind passing over the already scripted conversation she'd created. "I spoke with her again today. Came in asking for an extension for an assignment." The redhead smiled, remembering the interaction from that morning. She took another deep breath before she uttered the next words from her mouth. "I think I've maybe taking a liking to her."

"Oh?" Wanda's eyebrows raised, her expression changing to one of surprise. It wasn't new that the couple were searching for someone else in their relationship, the openness of the topic having been in circulation almost since the two had first got together. But the surprise came from the fact Nat had perhaps found someone she believed could slot into their duo, her and Wanda's standards usually far too rigid to find anyone to spend more than a night with. If Natasha was bringing up a girl like this, she must have seriously considered the possibility of a longer association, and that thoroughly intrigued Wanda.

"Now," Natasha continued. "Of course I don't want to do anything we don't both agree on, but..." She paused for just a moment, smiling a little up at her wife. "I would be lying if I said I hadn't already been playing around with her. Just a little bit." Natasha held up her fingers, signaling the small amount of teasing she'd subjected her prized student to. "You know, I didn't want to come asking your permission for a girl who turned out to be a bore."

The more Natasha continued to talk, the more Wanda became interested and invested by the conversation at hand. She slowly slipped her book to the couch beside her, leaning in closer towards her wife. "And is she?"

A wide smirk appeared on Natasha's lips as she relished in her wife's question. "Not in the slightest." Her expression only deepened as she recalled the little moments of you she'd been observing in class. "She's so fucking cute," she said, stating the obvious right off the bat. "She's always early for class and always paying so much attention. She shows up in the sweetest little outfits, like she doesn't even know how good she looks." The redhead smiled as she remembered the sight of you in your small summer dresses or slightly oversized sweaters. "Oh," she said, reminded of her favourite bit of all. "And she has this adorable little English accent."

With the last of her wife's words, a similar looking smirk began to appear on Wanda's own face. "Well now I'm intrigued.”

Natasha smiled back at her words as she shrugged a shoulder. "As I said, I played around a little bit and Wands..." The redhead had to suppress a sigh as she reached for her wife's hand. "I just know how much fun she'd be," she continued, her voice almost a whine. "I mean, she gets flustered so easily. One little pet name and she's already hiding away her flushed face."

Wanda's smirk deepened as Natasha continued to talk, stirred further by the slight desperation she could hear in the redhead's voice. She had to wonder just how long she'd been wondering about this one student and just how much fun she was getting to have without her... "Go ahead, malysh," Wanda replied finally, squeezing her wife's hand gently. "I trust your instincts. You'll just have to introduce me sometime soon."

Natasha's brows shot up. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," Wanda chuckled back slightly, amused by the excitement underlying Nat's voice. When she spoke again, her lips had formed a devilish smirk. "It'll be fun. It's been a while since we had somebody to play with."

———

The funeral was awful. Of course, one never expects such an event to be the epitome of joy, but this particular funeral was like your own personally curated hell. Your entire family was gathered in one place, meaning not only were your parents’ critiques breathed down your neck the entire time, but they were also joined by those more distant. Grandparents and judgmental aunts seemed to team up on you, all obsessing over your university career and what your future plans were. Many pestered the question of your singularity, claiming that ‘a pretty young thing like you should have been swept up by a man a long time ago’. Unfortunately, the almost-compliment that could be found in their talk, was quickly diminished by the discussion of how it must be something wrong with your personality rather than your face, comments all whispered from where they thought you couldn’t hear.

There was no escape from the constant berating, your schedule full of family meals and teas, and far too lengthy conversations around the fireplace, of which you could not be excused due to your mother’s abhorrence of anyone ever thinking of her children as rude. To make matters worse, you were exhausted from jet lag and the flight, something certainly not helped by the endless hours of socializing and pressing on a smile for your family.

Still, you pushed through like the perfect daughter you always tried to be. You sat politely at the funeral, wearing an old black dress and Kate’s coat, the perfume of your best friend aiding a little to your torturous discomfort. Though your family cried, your eyes remained dry, silently staring at your feet and trying not to draw any attention to yourself. At the funeral tea, you shook hands and smiled softly at family members, answering any questions they asked with the grace your mother had forced upon your shoulders at a young age. Of course, she found her usual pride in parading you and your brother around like a pair of trophies she’d spent hours shining. The entirety of every event was exhausting.

Even at the will reading, there was no break to be given. Your late grandmother had graciously scattered her belongings to her loved ones, though seemingly biased to those who she deemed more palatable. Your brother received a chunk of her money alongside her old ring, something the family gushed over due to the prospect of his long-term girlfriend who he could now finally pop the big question to. Your rolled your eyes as they pandered over him, all blatantly dismissive of the old bible you’d been left, with your grandmother’s handwriting inside with a note of how she wished for it to be read out of at your wedding when you finally found yourself a suitable husband. You had simply rolled your eyes and shoved it to the bottom of your bag.

All that being said, it was a huge relief to you when you finally made your way back to the airport. Though you’d had to spend the journey constantly criticized by your mother about your uni work, as soon as you stepped on to the plane, relief was flooding over your shoulders. As the sky came to fill the widow, clouds passing by, you were more than grateful to be heading back to the true place you thought of as home.

Kate came to pick you up from the airport, hugging you immediately and beginning to rant about the idiots she’d encountered in the car park as she pulled your case towards the exit. The pair of you went straight to a mcdonald’s drive thru, your hunger unquenched from the bad aeroplane food you’d been offered. Fries and hamburgers were shared in the front seat of the car as you relayed back your awful week to Kate, telling her everything that you hadn’t even had the chance to text her due to your family’s never-ending nagging.

That weekend was very stressful. Due to the packed schedule you had followed back in England, you’d had next to no time to complete any of your work from that week. So, from morning until night, you cooped yourself up at your desk and ground it all out. At times, Kate had to drag you down to the hall for some food or persistently remind you to even go to bathroom. In the end however, you managed to get it all finished. By eleven o’clock Sunday night, you were finally all caught up from your missed classes and had completed all your deadlines. The light in the room were low, only your small desk lamp lighting up the space. Kate slept in her bed, hair fanning out across the pillows. You were quiet as you cleaned your space, eyeing the untouched plate of food Kate had brought up for you after you’d refused to go down for dinner. It was long cold now and you felt a little guilty throwing it out, but you were far too tired now to think about eating. Instead, you simply turned off the light and slid yourself into your bed, finally letting your mind rest and prepare itself to return to your regularly scheduled classes the next morning.

———

"Alright everyone, that's all for today's lesson. Are there any questions?"

Like always, the bustle began began your professor could even finish his sentence. Everyone was already packing away their things, drowning out the teacher's voice with their own hustle to leave. It happened almost every class, and almost every time you felt bad, one of the only people who remained still until they had officially dismissed you. But today, you found yourself following the crowd more than you usually would have. See, your professor had droned on a bit too long that afternoon, moving into the passing period you had between classes. Most times that wouldn't have been a big deal seeing as it was your last class of the day, but today was the day you were supposed to meet Professor Romanoff and thanks to your English professor's extensive elaborations, you were left with only a few minutes until you'd be late. So today you put your cares aside and as the class packed up, so did you, stuffing everything into your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder before joining the crowd exiting the lecture hall.

Your English building was on the exact opposite side of campus as your destination, so your feet held a quick pace as you flitted between the crowds of students on your way. Pathways were held up by casually conversing people, all relaxed now their days were over. They all annoyed you severely as they slowed down your journey, obviously uncaring that you still had places to be. By the time you had reached the building in which your Russian class was held, the clock was already a few minutes passed the scheduled time. You almost burst in through the doors of the hall, ever so slightly out of breath from your fast paced journey across campus. As soon as you entered the room, you spied the redheaded professor sat at her desk, head buried into her laptop. She looked up to you as you walked across the floor, nervously adjusting the backpack straps on your shoulders. "Hi," you breathed out, trying your best to seem casual despite your racing lungs. "I'm sorry I'm a little late. My last lecture ran over a little."

A pair of perfectly white teeth smiled back in your direction, Professor Romanoff looking you over. "Y/N," she said, her gentle voice falling upon your ears. Something about it in that moment made you realize you had almost missed it over your break, but the rational part of your brain soon took over and told you you were being ridiculous. "Don't worry about being late, you're barely two minutes over." She smiled again as you closed the final distance between you, moving to stand by the edge of her desk. She stood as you did, displaying today a pair of grey slacks and a soft black jumper, all adorned with delicate gold jewelry. Her smiling face looked down at you, that forgotten odd feeling of warmth spreading through your gut. "It's good to see you again. How are you? How was your trip?"

You ignored the sensation in your stomach as you smiled back at her. "I'm good. The trip was fine. A little boring but fine." There were many worse words to describe your trip than ‘boring' but you decide to settle for that, not wanting to bother your professor with the complicated details of your family and more so, simply wanting to leave the entire week in the past and not think of it again.

“That’s good,” Professor Romanoff replied with that same easy smile. “I’m glad to hear you’re alright.” Her hands lifted from the pockets they hid in, reaching out to open a drawer of her desk. You wondered for a moment what she might be looking for before she pulled out a small stack of papers, extending them out towards you. “These are some extra notes from last week’s lectures.”

You smiled, slightly surprised. “Oh, thank you.” Most of your university work could be found online for both absence and revision purposes, but it never was quite the same as attending the classes themselves. Usually you hated using just the online notes to catch up, never grasping the material as well as you’d like, but this weekend you’d had to make do. That was, of course, until Professor Romanoff handed you the extra notes. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Well,” your professor replied. “I wouldn’t want my best student falling behind, would I?”

Her words worked to form that warm sensation across your cheeks, the given title heating up your insides with flustering pride. You were grateful the woman had started to busy herself at her desk with something else as you tried to brush off her compliments as smoothly as possible, attempting to hide the flush of your skin.

“You can grab a chair from the side. Bring it over.”

You nodded, almost snapping back to reality once more with Professor Romanoff’s words. You placed your backpack down beside her desk, quickly slotting the extra notes into the large pocket before moving to grab a spare chair from the edge of the room. When you returned, your professor had seemingly found what she was searching for, a large stack of papers now sat in the centre of the desk.

“Sit,” Romanoff beckons with a smile, gesturing her hand towards the front of her desk. You pull up your chair, positioning yourself across from her own seated position. “These are tests I need marked. They’re all multiple choice and there’s a marking scheme.” The redhead lifted a single piece of paper, handing it over your way. “So you’ll just have to see if the letters match up on both papers. That sound okay?”

You nodded once more, her instructions seeming simple enough. “Yeah, sounds fine.”

“Great.” With a smile, Professor Romanoff slid the pile of unmarked papers across the desk towards you. She explained that if you needed any help, just to ask, and that she’d just be busying herself on her laptop. You nodded again, reaching into your backpack quickly for a pen before you began to work away.

It was an easy job really, simply matching the circled letters on the quiz papers to that of the marking scheme. In truth, it was almost relaxing to have something to do that didn’t require much brain power. Professor Romanoff sat across from you, typing away on her laptop. Occasionally, you’d look up to take a glance at her, catching moments of concentration or boredom on her face, but your eyes would never linger long, too scared of getting caught looking her way. She’d turned on the radio to fill a bit of the silence, music humming softly from a black stereo on the edge of the desk. All in all, the endeavour was a blessing in disguise - much simpler and easier than the effort the equivalent assignment would have took.

“You getting on alright, milaya?”

The voice brought you from the almost trance you’d put yourself in as you marked the set of papers. Your head rose from them, more than half the stack already complete as you smiled back at your professor. “Yeah, all good.”

She nodded, smiling at you with her perpetually perfect red lips. Under her gaze, you felt your eyes drop back to the papers, for some reason feeling entirely too see every time she looked your way. She went to turn back towards her laptop, your hand reaching out to continue marking, but a lingering question had been vibrating in your head. You had been too afraid to ask before, to be the one to break the soft silence of the room, but now was your opportunity. “Are these law papers?”

Professor Romanoff looked back at you, her expression soft. “Yes,” she said, simply. “I also teach a beginners law class alongside my usual Russian.”

You felt your eyebrows raise, unexpecting of her answer but also rather impressed. Now it made sense why the papers you were marking were not at all taking about Russian vocabulary but instead legal terminology.

“I studied a law major at college,” the red haired woman continued. “It was going to be my career until I decided to teach instead.”

“Huh,” you hummed, interested by the new information you were discovering about your teacher. “Why’d you decide to switch?”

Romanoff shrugged a shoulder. “Honestly, I love teaching.” A small smirk then appeared on her lips as she leaned in closer across the table. “Besides, my wife is a lawyer and just between me and you, I’m not sure I’d like her as my boss. She can be a little scary sometimes.”

There was a playfulness to her tone that you easily pick up on, the entire interaction meant as a jest, but somehow it left you with a strange feeling in your chest. You listened to your professor’s words, but your mind seemed to stick on one. Wife. In that moment, you suddenly realised you hadn’t pictured her being married - not that you had pictured her at all, your mind chided in defence. Now you quickly realised that she was indeed with another person, and not just that, but with a woman. Suddenly you had to push your mother’s berating thoughts from your head.

“So what about you?”

“Sorry?” you replied, mind crashing back to the present moment. Professor Romanoff looked back at you with an almost playful looking smirk. It only added to that strange feeling inside your chest.

“What’s your major?” the redhead elaborated.

“Oh.” You sat up straighter, trying to adjust your jumper in an effort to conceal the fact you’d gotten lost in your thoughts once more. “I’m an English major.” Romanoff raised a brow, the smirk on her face widening to almost a smile. You sighed softly, throwing your head to the side. “You can make the joke if you want, everyone does.”

An English girl studying English. You’d heard almost every variation of the joke, mostly from drunk boys at frat parties that thought they were the pinnacle of humour. Shouldn’t you already be an expert at that? Wait, they don’t teach you English in England?

You were expecting some similar turn of phrase to escape your professors lips, following in the footsteps of everyone you’d had this conversation with before. But to your surprise, she simply shook her head, frowning ever so slightly. “I think I’ll refrain,” she said, frown turning into the same wide smirk. “I hate being unoriginal.”

A laugh bubbled up in your throat, pushing out through a smile and into the air. Your professor followed, chuckling with you. After a moment, she stilled, looking back at you curiously. “So, tell me,” she said, leaning in closer to the desk. “What does bring you all the way to America to study?”

Because I can’t stand being at home with my parents. “Experience, I guess,” you said with a shrug, hiding away the truth behind a smile. “And I got a full scholarship when I applied so…” Your words died down, not quite sure how to finish your explanation.

Thankfully, your professor seemed to pick up the conversation easily. “A very smart girl, hm?” Her lips met as she hummed and it seemed you could feel the vibrations running down your spine. Your eyes fell back to your lap, trying to hide the awkward smile her praise had brought. You were unsure of what exactly you should do, contemplating if her question was rhetoric or not, and praying the former due to your inability to think of a response. Blessedly, Professor Romanoff cut through your mind’s distress with another question. “You’re in fourth year, right?”

Your eyes picked back up, meeting hers. “Yeah.”

She smiled, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared back at you intently. “And what exactly lead a fourth year English student to my beginner’s Russian class?”

You were getting a little bit of deja vu of the conversation you’d had with Kate multiple times. This time, you settled on the short answer. “I thought it sounded interesting,” you said simply, smiling as you shrugged your shoulders.

Professor Romanoff seemed amused by your answer. “Well, I’m glad you’re here.”

You felt yourself smiling back in response. So am I, your brain mused, but your consciousness refused to let anything move past your lips. Instead, Romanoff was picking up the conversation once again. “What’s your plans for after?”

Your eyebrows raised, suddenly surprised by her question. “Sorry?”

The redhead chuckled. “Once you graduate, sweetheart,” she said, voice sounding slightly amused. “What do you plan to do with the rest of your life?”

“Oh right,” you fumbled. You felt a little stupid for thinking she ever meant anything other than that. “My, uh…my mum wants me to go to law school actually…”

A red brow raised in your direction. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, reminiscent of your previous chatter with your professor. A funny little coincidence that you two may be following a similar path. Although in that moment, you couldn’t help but be a little jealous. She had eventually fallen away from law, moving to a career she was truly passionate for. You were unsure if you’d ever get that opportunity. It had taken months just to convince your mother to let you major in English, claiming it was good for getting into law school after college. And after three years, you still hadn’t been able to convince her away from that same dream of hers, now unsure if you ever would.

“And what to do you want to do?”

“What?” Your professor’s words took you by surprise. When you looked up, it felt as if her eyes had seen straight through you, like she’d been able to hear your every thought.

“Your mother wants you to go to law school,” Professor Romanoff reiterated. “What do you want to do after you graduate?”

Your voice was unsteady in your response. “Go to law school?”

Professor Romanoff raised a brow as she angled her head. “Are you asking me?” All you could muster was a shrug, feeling suddenly very small in the large hall. You didn’t much like talking about what you wanted to do in your life, haven forgone the gesture years ago due to your mother’s constant coercion. But then your professor leaned in slightly, a small smile crossing her lips. “You can tell me the truth, sweetheart,” she said. “I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

The endearment fell on your already blushed cheeks. Most times you wouldn’t have said anything at all, hidden behind the lies your mother had constructed about your person, but something about the redhead’s smile almost drew the words directly from your mouth. “I guess if I could do anything, I’d be a writer,” you said, playing at the sleeves of your sweater.

“A writer?” Romanoff repeated, raising a pair of curious brows.

You felt yourself nodding as a small smile crept on to your lips. “Yeah. I love books and writing, and I guess it’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since I was a little girl.”

“Why don’t you do it then?”

Her words came as a shock, your system unsure of how exactly to respond. You shrank back under the redhead’s gaze, reminded of the words you’d been told so many times they were engraved into your mind. “It’ll be good for me to go to law school. My mum says I’ll get a better job.”

“Maybe…” Professor Romanoff hummed. Then her expression changed to something you couldn’t quite understand as she leaned in closer, her emerald eyes trained on your face. “But do you know what my birth mother used to say about me? She used to tell me I was useless little piece of shit that wouldn’t get anywhere in life.” Your eyebrows raised slightly in shock as you heard her words, especially on the fact she’d cursed so easily and how oddly good it sounded coming from her lips. Then her expression shifted again, an almost smugness taking over that drew your attention away from your own thoughts. “Thirty years later I’m a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in America. I’m married to a very successful lawyer, and living quite frankly an amazing life with a pair of adoptive parents who love me very much.”

Professor Romanoff finished with a small smirk, seemingly unaware of how her words settled on your shoulders. The entire statement was so weighted, so much shared about her as a person in so few words. Something in you felt slightly honoured that she could be that vulnerable around you, or perhaps her story wasn’t one she kept bundled up in her chest like you did, like a weighted lock on your heart. Still, you felt a sense of solace in learning more about your professor, a sense of trust being built in up inside. Her smiling eyes met yours as she leaned in even further on the desk. “Don’t let people who don’t know the real you keep you from what you want. We only get one life, Y/N. Don’t waste it trying to be someone you’re not.”

Her words settled in your stomach with an odd sensation. Her reassurance felt like another brick added to that wall of trust, perhaps her intention to try and learn more of your story. But maybe that trust wasn’t quite strong enough yet.

You shied away, unwilling to share more of your story despite how open Romanoff had seemed, years of criticisms sitting heavy on your shoulders. “Maybe,” you said lowly, picking up your pen once again. But you knew you’d never truly be able to follow through with what she was proposing you should, knew your future fate was already sealed by the woman who’d brought you into this world. She’d have a perfect daughter with her perfect career and wouldn’t settle for less, no matter how it made you feel. For now, all Professor Romanoff’s words could provide was a little fuel to that already dying fire of a dream inside your heart.

The pair of you quickly fell back into the steady silence of your work after your conversation, you pen dotting over papers as your professor turned back to her laptop. The radio played quietly in the background as you tried to push whatever words lingered in your head, both from your mother and the redhead in front of you, too many feeling provoked from the subject to allow you to focus properly. Dispelling them from your mind, you trained your eyes on the marking schemes in front of you, though having some of the answers memorised by now, and continued to work away at the stack of tests on the desk.

Time passed quickly once more, your speed increasing as the papers became more familiar in your hands, easily noticing the same mistakes made over and over. Occasionally you heard Romanoff begin to hum along to a song on the radio, focusing momentarily on her soft voice before refocusing on your work. In your mind, you became determined to finish them as quickly as you could, absentmindedly hoping to impress the woman they were for.

You were almost finished your task, down to the very last paper when a shrill sound cut through the soft atmosphere of the room. Both you and your professor’s heads shot up from your work, eyes turning to your backpack from where the loud ringtone emanated. Shit, you thought, obviously accidentally turning on the ringer that you always kept silenced.

“I’m sorry,” you said, glancing over at your professor in slight fear of her reprimand. But in return, you were only met with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry, milaya,” Romanoff replied gently. “This isn’t class time. You can answer your phone.”

Relieved by her answer, you let out a soft sigh. Reaching over, you began to dig through your bag to find your mobile, the nonsensical tune still ringing out. With no suprise, when you found it, Kate’s name and profile picture covered your screen. Quietly, you apologised again before accepting the call, slightly turning away in your chair as you held your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” Kate’s voice replied back from the other end of the device. She sounded slightly off but you couldn’t quite tell why.

“Are you okay? What’s up?”

A small sigh sounded in your ear. “Okay, please don’t get mad at me again but-“

You were replying with a sigh of your own before Kate could even finish her sentence. “You forgot your key again, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” the girl on the end of the other phone pleaded.

You sighed again, shaking your head. “Kate, how many times-“

“I know! I know,” she cut off. “I’m the worst person ever. But I slept in this morning and just forgot to put it in my bag. I’m sorry.”

Your sigh turned less frustrated. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” At your core you weren’t a confrontational person. You could never stay mad at anyone for long, especially Kate.

“Well, I came back to the room and you’re not here,” your best friend continued through the phone. “I thought you were finished english at three?”

“I am,” you replied. “But I’m helping out Professor Romanoff, remember? I’m in her class right now.”

You could hear Kate’s realisation through the call. “Shit. I am so sorry.” There was a pause. You could picture Kate dancing on the heels of her feet, the same way she did every time she needed to ask you a favour. “Uhm, could I possibly swing by and pick up your key then? Please Y/N, I really need to finish my computing assignment. It’s due at five.”

If there was anyone who would leave their work until one hour before the deadline, it was Kate. Another soft sigh escaped your lips. “Fine.”

Kate’s smile could practically be heard through the phone. “Thank you! What room are you in?”

“Language building, room ML4.”

“Okay,” Kate replied. “I’ll be right there. You’re the best, I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little as you responded. “Love you too.”

With that, Kate hung up the call. You pulled your phone away from your ear, switching it off and throwing it in your pocket as you turned back in your chair. “I’m so sorry,” you began, facing back to your professor. “It’s my roommate, Kate. She’s locked herself out again.”

Romanoff raised a curious glance. “Again?”

“Bad habit.” You smiled back sheepishly, shrugging your shoulder. “She’s just going to stop by and pick up my key, if that’s alright?”

The redhead smiled back at you. “Of course. That’s perfectly fine.” A small sigh of relief escaped your lips, glad that the encounter wouldn’t be a problem. “But I think we’re actually almost done here,” Romanoff continued. “How are you getting on with those papers.”

“Oh, yeah,” you replied, pulling yourself back towards the desk and the stack of papers sat atop of it. “I’m actually just on the last one.”

“Well if you just finish that up, you can run along with your friend when she gets here.”

“You’re sure?” you replied, looking up. You didn’t want Kate’s endeavour to disrupt any of the help your professor needed. But the redhead simply nodded in response.

“I’m sure, Y/N.”

“Okay then,” you responded, nodding your head softly. A small smile was passed between the two of you before you were grabbing your pen once more, reaching out to finish marking the final test in the stack. Your hand moved quickly as you corrected any of the mistakes, flicking through the sheets of paper at an impressive rate. It was just as you were marking the last question that the noise of the hall doors opening drew your attention.

Clamouring in, Kate appeared inside the hall, her backpack momentarily getting caught on the handle before she was able to free herself. She stood sheepishly inside the room, looking across the way and spying you and your professor sat at the desk. “Uhm, hello,” the girl announced. You could tell she was trying to play it cool but she had that same almost awkward look she got whenever a girl she liked try to talk to her. “I’m, uh, Kate Bishop. Y/N’s roommate.” Her finger pointed to you, as if trying to prove she hadn’t barged in for no apparent reason.

Professor Romanoff had stood from her desk as Kate had entered, her hands finding a place resting inside her pockets. Now, she smiled across at her. “Yeah, she mentioned.”

Kate gave that awkward little laugh of hers and you had to refrain from not giggling at her yourself. “Sorry to just barge in on you guys. Are you still…” Her hands gestured towards you and the desk, trying to gage where you were with the work.

But Romanoff simply shook her head in response with a short smile. “No worries, Miss Bishop. We were just finishing up.”

Kate’s eyebrows raised. “Great,” she replied, sticking one of her thumbs up.

You had to stifle your laughs at her awkwardness. Was this how she interacted with all of her professors, or just the ones she didn’t know? As you hid your smile, you tidied up the stack of papers on the desk, piling them up neatly before rising to your feet. “Okay, Miss Romanoff,” you said, slightly pushing them in her direction. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do for you?”

The woman turned back to you with her gentle smile, her voice soft. “That’ll be all for today, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you replied, adjusting your jumper as you reached down for your backpack, throwing it over one shoulder. “Well, thank you again for this.”

Romanoff smiled. “No, thank you. I’d be drowning in work without your helpful hands.” A smirk seemed to form on her lips as she sent an emerald wink your way.

The action left you suddenly stuttering for the right words, embarrassingly affected by such a simple action. “Right,” you finally managed, voice jumbled. “I’ll uh- see you on Wednesday?”

Thankfully Professor Romanoff didn’t seem too bothered by your flustering state, if anything you might have said she even looked amused. “I’ll see you in class, Y/N,” she said, smiling down at you.

You returned the gesture as you turned away, walking to close the distance between where you and Kate stood. As you met the raven-haired girl’s side, a voice called out to the both of you. “Have a nice night, ladies.”

You turned briefly to Romanoff, smiling as you and Kate hummed a thanks in unison. As you passed through the doors to the hall and exited into the corridor, you felt your shoulders loosen ever so slightly, that perfect emerald stare still lingering in your mind. You couldn’t quite understand why you left that class always feeling so worked up.

This time, however, there was little space for you to think about it, as merely a few steps down the hallway, Kate was grabbing hold of your upper arm. “Holy shit, that’s your Russian professor?”

You turned quickly to your best friend, both startled and shocked by her sudden comment. “What? Yeah?”

Kate breathed out a laugh. “Y/N, you never told me she was hot as shit.”

“What?” you stuttered, taken about by Kate’s choice of words. “She’s not- I mean -I-I never noticed.”

The girls hand shook your arm slightly as the pair of you continued to walk. “Never noticed? Y/N, you must be blind because that was one of the most attractive women I’ve ever seen.”

The words come as a bit of shock, not expecting Kate to think so highly of the woman you’d been spending the last weeks of lessons with. The raven-haired girl began to mumble on about how she should have taken Russian and how it was unfair how she always got the old, ugly professors. But in all honeslty you weren’t paying her much mind, instead focusing on the words that had spilled from Kate’s mouth previously. Sure, Professor Romanoff was a nice-looking woman, you’d noticed that the first time she’d walked into the room, but that didn’t mean you should be attracted to her. That was wrong, she was your teacher, she was married for god’s sake. You shouldn’t be thinking about her in that way. You weren’t thinking about her in that way. Sure, she made you blush every time she spoke to you, and her stare made a strange warmth pool in your stomach, but that didn’t mean you found her attractive. Right?

———

Term continued on with its usual snowballing effect. The next couple of weeks began to fill up with more and more work as you progressed further into the year. You and Kate spent many of your time outside of lessons bundled up in the library, spending hours revising for your upcoming midterms. The pair of you were also beginning to write your final dissertations, the main project that would lead to your graduation at the end of the year. You'd had your topic picked for months and had already started your research over the Summer, which left you room to help Kate find something she could write about, having struggled finding a topic she didn't find extremely boring.

Your usual meal time chatter turned away from mindless gossip and instead to lesson content, both of you complaining about how many assignments you had due. The carefree start of term was officially gone and the usual endless list of deadlines had crept back up on you just like it always did. Luckily for you, you'd managed to maintain the rigidness towards studying you'd possessed since doing your exams in secondary school. You could maintain focus for hours, staring at your laptop or notes until everything was photocopied into your mind. Sure, it sometimes meant you'd miss a meal or a few hours of sleep, but it was all worth it for the perfect grade you were determined to achieve in the end.

Your sessions with Professor Romanoff continued on over the next couple of weeks too, still just an hour after your final class on a Monday. You'd offered her more help if she'd needed it but the redhead had politely refused, claiming she didn't want you wasting your time when you had exams to study for. In fact, she told you that she'd only require your help for a few more weeks, just up until the midterm, then you were free to go with that easy 'A' tucked into your pocket. Surprisingly, when you heard the news, you found yourself feeling slightly saddened. Over the time you'd spent with Professor Romanoff, you'd rather enjoyed yourself. It wasn't that the work was particularly exhilarating or you two ever did much other than look at papers, but the small moments you'd been able to find in between had been rather pleasant. Whether it was the soft lull of the radio music that you both would hum along to, or the small conversations she'd have with you about your home or your studies, the time you spent with the redhead somehow always left you with a warmth in the pit of your stomach.

One particular rainy Monday afternoon, the pair of you were comfortably sat at her desk in your usual positions, your chair across the way from hers. As she often did, Romanoff typed away on her laptop, while you sat stapling together test papers for her advanced Russian class, having previously just photocopied the stack. The paper was still warm against your skin as you organised them into the correct order, the feeling almost soothing you into a trance-like state. You hadn't even noticed it at all until it was suddenly shattered by a soft sound echoing through the room.

Your head picked up, readjusting itself to the real world before turning to the right where the sound emanated from. The sight that befell upon you caused your brows to raise ever so slightly in surprise. As the door to the lecture hall swung closed, a tall, unfamiliar, but smartly-dressed woman entered through them. Her heels clicked confidently across the floor, eyes trained on your professor who sat at the desk. You watched as the redhead stood when the woman reached her, smiling softly. "Detka, hi." Romanoff placed a small kiss on the woman's cheek as they hugged briefly.

"I tried to call but it went straight to voicemail," the other woman replied. She stood a few inches taller than Professor Romanoff, her hair a lighter shade of red straightened almost perfectly down her back. She wore a deep copper suit with a crisp white shirt, a designer handbag thrown over one shoulder. In all honesty, you couldn't tell if she'd came straight from work or a catwalk. When her body turned to stand side by side with your professor, you noticed her eyes shimmered down at you with a soft olive green. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise you would still have company."

At that, you noticed Professor Romanoff turn towards you, as if she had just remembered you were there. She smiled as she gestured to the taller woman. "Y/N, this is my wife, Wanda."

Right, wife. The idea she'd slipped a few weeks ago had almost left your mind entirely. Now that said woman was standing directly in front of you, looking down with an expression you couldn't quite read. "So you're the star pupil my wife has been telling me about, hm?"

Her voice was playful when she spoke, but at the same time low and almost sultry. Everything about it, including her words, left you stuttering over what to say. Had Professor Romanoff really been speaking about you to her wife?

"This is she," the redhead replied, covering for your inability to form a full sentence. She looked back at you with that same easy-going smile that seemed to make you shift in your seat.

Wanda passed you a similar expression as she inclined her head towards you, smirking just slightly. "Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Thankfully, in that moment, your ability to speak seemed to return. "It's nice to meet you too, miss."

A small chuckle escaped the older woman's lips as you spoke. She glanced at Natasha, the pair sharing a look you couldn't interpret, before her sparkling eyes were back on you. "Oh please, honey. You can just call me Wanda." Just then you realised it wasn't only your professor's use of nicknames that seemed to send a shiver down your spine, Wanda's words setting your nerves on edge as you felt the heat flush to your cheeks. You looked down to your lap in an attempt to hide it, not wanting either woman to see your embarrassed state. From the corner of your eye, however, you saw Wanda wasn't going to let you hide that easily. She sat herself on the edge of the desk, leaning in closer to you and the stack of papers close by. "Working hard, are we?"

You looked back up to meet her eye, the action seemingly stripping away your speech once more. Thankfully, your professor stood up to answer for you. "Just getting some papers organised for my lesson tomorrow," she said, sitting herself down at her chair once more. Her eyes met her wife's. "Sorry, I didn't realise we'd run so late." Just then, you assumed why Wanda had shown up so unnanounced. Professor Romanoff had mentioned in passing that her wife would sometimes meet her after work, meaning that your sessions couldn't run any later even if she did need the extra help you offered.

"No, need to apologise," Wanda replied with an easy smile. "I don't mind sticking around while you guys finish up. Especially when your little assistant is so cute." Her eyes turned to you, a smirk playing on her lips. The entire action seemed to freeze you in place, entirely unsure of what to say or do.

"Cat gets her tongue sometimes."

Your eyes flicked to your professor as she spoke, a very similar smirk appearing on her face to match her wife sitting next to her. The taller redhead hummed lowly at her comment, her gaze tracing over you. Sat in that chair, you felt entirely too seen. Your eyes darted around, unsure of where exactly to look while the pair of older women watched you. If there was something you were supposed to say, you mind could not conjure it. In that moment all you could do was sit awkwardly as two pairs of green eyes traced your every movement.

But then, a familiar tune rang out to your rescue. When before you'd cursed your forgetfulness to turn off your ringer, now you silently thanked yourself. Your eyes rushed to your backpack, then quickly back to your professor and her wife. "I'm sorry," you stuttered out. "Could I?"

"Go on, milaya."

You tried your best to ignore your professor's comment as you reached into your backpack for your phone, quickly holding it up to your ear. To no surprise, it was a familiar voice singing a familiar tune. Still, you found the situation grateful for its diversion from the stalemate conversation you'd been stuck in beforehand. As you hung up the call a minute later, you turned back to the desk with a sheepish smile. "It's Kate, she's locked herself out again."

Professor Romanoff raised a perfect brow. "That really is a bad habit of hers, hm?"

You fought back a small chuckle at her words, surprised she even remembered you'd said that. "Yeah," you smiled back, then dropped it into a small frown. "I am so sorry-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the redhead was holding up her hand to stop you. "Don't worry about it, milaya. You can run along. I'll catch you in class on Wednesday."

Your eyebrows raised, not wanting to be an inconvenience to her yet again. "You're sure? I can easily-"

"I said it's fine, Y/N," Romanoff reiterated, her voice coming out more stern. It wasn't quite angry, just firm, but it was enough to shut your mouth right up. You looked back, eyes wide, afraid that you'd annoyed her by leaving early twice due to your roommates negligence. But at your response, the redhead simply smiled down softly at you angling her head towards the door. "Go on. I can handle the rest."

You found your head nodding almost on its own accord, directed by not only your professor's watchful eye but now that of her wife's too. Your words came out little and few, a mumbled thank you and another apology spilling from your lips as you packed up your bag and threw it over your shoulders. One last reassurance and smile sent you walking out the door, headed back to your dorm where Kate would be waiting for you. As you went, you were hyper aware of the two sets of eyes trained on your back, picturing the two redheaded woman still sitting at the desk watching you walk away. What you weren't exactly aware of was how their gaze dropped even lower, both staring at the short black skirt you'd decided to wear that day, watching how the material grazed lightly against the back of your tight-covered thighs. When you exited out the door, you couldn't see the way the taller redhead turned back to her wife, looking down at her from where she still sat on the desk, a wide smirk appearing on her face as she bit into a perfectly painted lip. You couldn't see the way the pair looked at each other, leaning closer in, nor hear the words Wanda uttered back to her wife before their lips met in a kiss.

"You're right, she is cute. Let's keep her."

[wandasaura]

𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

;༊ prof!wanda maximoff x prof!natasha romanoff x reader

summary — when you start to develop feelings for your strict slavic language professor, the relationship doesn’t come without strings… or another woman

warning(s) — power play, slight dom/sub dynamics, studentxteacher relationship, public play, etc.

au — wanda and natasha are the hottest professors at your university, they also happen to be married, and very much into you

PARTS — will be added as written

asks

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Now It's Always Summertime

History Professor!Reader x Student!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You're just trying to get your thoughts together for the upcoming semester, but there are a few distractions.

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Mentions of getting high, student professor relationship, age gap everyone is over 18.

A/N: I watched a Tik Tok that had the right vibes and this came to mind so here you go. A little treat.

You poured the black liquid from your stove top coffee maker into your glass mug. Your favorite mug with a world map on it. The steam bellowed from both the maker and your now full mug. The overhead lights of the office were off leaving the strings of fairy lights that adorned the bookshelves behind you and the warm glow of your desk lamp as the only sources of light. A Golden pothos falling over the sides of the shelves like waterfalls.

The leather bound notebook sat on your desk with coffee ring stains from setting your mug atop of the blank page. You always thought it gave the page character when one found its way to a page. You transferred your thoughts from the newest edition of the history text book you received for this upcoming semester. 

Going over your previous semesters lesson plan and improving on it with the new text book in mind. You taught a few different classes and with the short summer semester coming to an end only to pick back up. Before you'd have time to do anything it would be Autumn with a chill in the air worthy of the hot cup you sipped on.

A knock against the open doorframe brought you from your thoughts. Looking up over your glasses, hair slipping past your ear as your head moved. Your two favorite students stood in your doorway, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Neither were history majors, but you seem to have captured their attention as they've now taken two of your classes. Your Western Civ I class along with your Mythology class. The two were already in your schedule for the Fall semester for Western Civ II and Wanda somehow snuck her way into your Norse mythology class. 

“What can I do for you girls?” You asked setting your pen down and picking up your mug, refilling it once more before taking a sip. The two girls stepped in and closed the door behind them. Natasha coming around to beside you and looking at the notes you took. 

“Is this for next semester?” The redheaded Russian asked as her finger ran over the words, a small smudge coming at the bottom where the fresh ink resided. You took her hand in your own after setting the mug down. Much like a mother would you licked one of your own fingers and used it to wipe the mark away on her finger.

“It is and I'd appreciate if my notes could stay intact. My thoughts are jumbled enough without you smudging them Tasha.” You looked up at the red head with a smirk plastered on your face and hers adorned a blush as Wanda came to your other side arms wrapping around your shoulders. 

“We wanted to know if we could help you with anything?” You felt her breath on the shell of your ear. Your attention moving from the Russian to the Sokovian. 

“I'm sure you two could be studying for your finals instead of coming to ask if I need help.” You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, the smirk still on your face as her forehead found your cheek. 

“Need some stress relief.” She murmured against you making a chuckle bubble up from your chest. Wanda let out a whine in protest of your chuckle. 

“Well she needs a stress relief. I'm getting high later.” Your head spun back to the redhead. 

“Without me? Rude.” Natasha started laughing along with you.

“Well I can bring it if you say we can come over tonight and then we can all have a good time.” Natasha wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on your hand that was still in hers. Another whine falling past Wanda's lips is what made you give in. 

“Okay. Okay you two can come over. We'll get high and have some stress relief from finals for everyone's sake.” Both girls became excited at the thought of getting to come over. 

You lived a ways away from campus so you never worried about anyone seeing the girls come over since the three of you started up this throuple of yours at the beginning of the summer semester. 

The classes were smaller and the two girls had already caught your eye. Since neither was a history major you figured once they got their history credits you'd never see them again. The campus was huge and the history building was nowhere near where these two spent the rest of their day. Yet when you saw their names once more you knew you had to say something. So as the old saying goes; one thing led to another and here we are. 

You wrapped and arm around Wanda, pulling her into your lap where her face now buried its away into the crook of your neck. Natasha just leaned against you. More than content to have you against her stomach. You never thought this is where you'd be when you started teaching here, but you couldn't be more happy, more full, more loved than you are with these two in your life.

[wifeofwandamaximoff]

The Student and Professor

Pairings: Professor!Nat x Student!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: The love story of a professor and student.

Author's note: The reader is in college so they will be 18+ and so will be Nat. Thank you so much @natashaswife4125 for the request and I enjoyed writing this and I hope you do too!

"Y/n?" Wanda said while waving her hand in front of my face. I then get out of my daze seeing students start coming in lecture room.

I sigh while looking at my English professor. Staring at her from the farthest part of the room. My best friend sitting right next to me still waving her hand in my face to get my attention.

"She's so pretty." I said, getting lost in my head. Making a bunch of different scenarios in my head about me and my English professor.

Wanda then hit me on the side of my head hard, making me fall back in my chair making a loud noise. Which caused Professor Romanoff to look in our direction with a raised eyebrow.

I then quickly got up and shot daggers at Wanda.

"Hey you were in your own world, that was the only way to get you out!" Wanda said trying to defend herself. I just said nothing but stare at her. I then roll my eyes and turned forward, seeing Professor Romanoff eyeing us with a raised eyebrow.

The bell the rung, signaling that the lesson was about to begin. Professor Romanoff started teaching her lecture.

As a fourth year student at NYU taking a Law degree. I was given a choice between English Literature or Administrative Law. I didn't want to take Administrative law again so I chose English Literature. Which was the best decision of my life because now I have a hot professor until the end of the semester.

Wanda then rolled her eyes when she saw my looking at the professor. She hit me in the back of the head while saying;

"Stop eye fucking our professor and focus on ur work." She whisper shouted.

I jolted at her slap on my head. Turning my head towards her with daggers in my eyes.

"Fine, but stop fucking hitting me!" I whisper shouted. Wanda said nothing but started taking notes on what Professor Romanoff was saying.

Once the lesson was I was still taking last minute notes, Wanda had already left to rush to her next lesson. The students started leaving and soon enough I was the only student left in the lecture room.

Trying to make the notes look perfect, I erased some words to make it look better. I then felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Professor Romanoff standing right behind me.

"Professor?" I said confusingly. I eyed her hand on my shoulder and then back up to her face which had a slight smile.

"Y/n, I was just curious of why u and Wanda were laughing in the beginning of class, I usually see zero happiness in this class since im quite strict." Professor questioned me curiously.

I then started feeling hot, her hand on my shoulder and trying to think up and answer for her question. Anything besides dreaming about us being together.

"I was just telling Wanda about my crush!" I said with a small smile. I mean I didn't technically lie so I should be fine.

Her face fell just a bit, she removed her hand from my shoulder.

"Ah, okay then." She said before walking off, descending the stairs and going to her desk to grade stuff.

I was puzzled at her change of behavior. I decided to just quickly finish my notes and leave the lecture hall. I then gather my things and quickly leave the lecture hall but before I left I felt Professor's Romanoff eyes burning hole in my head.

Hours later I was on campus going into a cafe right next to my dorm. The bell rung signaling that a customer came in. I waited a bit since there was a small line.

I heard the bell ring and I turned around to see Professor Romanoff entering the cafe. It was then my turn to order and I ordered some hot chocolate and paid.

Professor Romanoff order a hot chocolate as well. She then stood right next too me making me start to get nervous.

My hot chocolate was ready so I grabbed it when I felt another warm hand on my own. I turned to look and see Ms. Romanoff also reaching out to grab the hot chocolate. I then froze not knowing what to do.

" My apologies Y/n, I thought it was mine." Apologized Ms. Romanoff. She then took her hand off of mine which saddened me a bit.

"Its alright u can have it, Ill just wait since u probably have somewhere to rush to." I said, offering my hot chocolate.

"Detka, I have nowhere to go. Im in no rush I can wait." Ms. Romanoff explained. When she called me "Dear" , I started to feel butterflies in my stomach.

"No, its alright!" I hastily said. All of a sudden they call out that another hot chocolate was ready. I then quickly grab the hot chocolate. I give her mine of which she confused as hers. Since the one made was quite hot so I gave her the one that cooled down a bit.

"Thank u detka!" Ms. Romanoff said happily. I give her a small smile before leaving the cafe. A huge smile on my face. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. A familiar touch.

"Ms.Romanoff?" I questioned once I turned around and saw her.

"Would u like to hangout Y/n? I have nothing to do for the rest of the day." Asked Ms. Romanoff. I felt like I was in a dream. My crush asking me to hangout!??! The best day of my life truly.

"S-sure Ms.Romanoff!" I said a bit too quickly. Ms. Romanoff giggled a bit.

"Call me Nat outside of class detka." Ms. Romanoff told me. Pretty name for pretty lady. I nod at her request. We then start walking out of campus and into a busy street after walking for a while. Talking a bit on the way.

Ive learned some new things about Nat. She has a cat name Liho, a sister name Yelena who loves Mac and cheese with hot sauce. Her favorite colors are black and red and she sucks at cooking.

We then arrived at a shop that sold some clothing.

"Nat, Im gonna go in and look at the clothing if that fine. You can go shop around this area." I told her. She then turned around and raised an eyebrow at me.

"We've come here to hangout Im not abandoning you. Ill come along with you alright detka?" She told me sternly, leaving zero room for argument's.

I just nod my head while entering the clothing store. I was then greeted with a smell of flowers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a cute top that was white. It would show a lot my cleavage if I wore it and some stomach.

I walked towards it, I felt like it was luring me towards it. Nat was following me, curious of what I was doing. She then saw what I was walking towards.

"Nat look at this cute top!" I squealed in delight of finding such a cute top.

"It is indeed detka, but you can't wear that at school. But I know you would absolutely beautiful in that top." She said with a smile adorning her face. I felt my cheeks start to heat up from the compliment. I then decided this is a must have top so I quickly paid for it and dragged Nat out of the store.

Hours later it was dark. Lights adorning some buildings lighting up parts of the streets. I was holding some ice cream that me and Nat had just bought from a small ice cream vendor.

We were laughing and chatting on the way back to campus. I then looked up at the stars, getting mesmerized by them. I stop walking, staying silent. Nat realizing that I wasn't by her side made her worried for me until she saw me sitting on the grass staring at the stars.

"Its really beautiful tonight isn't it?" She questioned me softly. I just nod at her question.

I then feel her hand under my chin, she then turned my head around to face her's. I then looked at her confused.

She then leaned in and softly kissed me. I was frozen in shock not reregistering the kiss but before I could return it she pulled away.

"I-im sorry! I-i shouldn't have done that!" Nat rushed out quickly. She started to stand up but I grabbed her hand before she could walk away.

I then made her sit down and cup her face with both of my hands making her face squish a little. I then leaned in and kissed her passionately. I then felt her returning the kiss.

We pulled away when air was desperately needed. Our foreheads touching.

"I really like you Y/n..." She whispered to me softly. I pulled away and looked at her with a sparkle in my eyes.

"I like you too Nat, ever since I first saw you..." I said giggling at the end a bit.

"So was I your little crush that Wanda was talking about?" She asked me teasingly. I just nodded, tucking my face in her neck so she wouldn't see me blushing. She slowly pulled my face out of her neck to make me face her directly.

She then kissed me one more time. Marking that start of our love story, and the best chapter of my life.

[nats-firefly]

blackmail

professor!natasha romanoff x student!reader

summary: it’s a regular morning, you wake up in your professor’s bed, she’s having coffee on the balcony and you look good enough to eat. when you get home there’s an important email waiting for you.

warnings: prof!nat, legal age gap, exhibitionism kinda, oral (r giving), ass eating briefly (r giving), power bottom!nat, boob fondling, strap on use (nat receiving), breeding kink, blackmail, smut 18+ only

a/n: kinktober repost! i think i'll be able to finish a new fic for the end of the month but we'll see how things go, i'm quite busy

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

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The bright light in the room is what woke you up. Your arms searched the cover for her but found nothing, which wasn’t an unusual feat but you were in her huge home and weren’t sure if you could find your way out without her. You groaned as you stretched the morning haziness out of your limbs before sitting up and rubbing your eyes in an attempt to get them to adjust to the light. 

You found her sitting on the balcony. Her body was only covered by a maroon silk robe and by the way her perky nipples fought against the fabric you could tell that was the only thing shielding her body from you. You licked your lips, her taste from the night before still lingering on your tongue only reminding you that you want more. You looked around the floor, spotting your sports bra and sweatpants discarded on either side of the bed; that’s all you really need. 

“Good morning,” You said, stepping out onto the balcony. Natasha looked up at you, ignoring the way her breath caught in the back of her throat when she looked at you. You smirked as you leaned in over the small deck table to kiss her. Natasha almost chased after you, craving your lips on her skin once again.

“Good morning,” She purred looking up at you. She motioned to the coffee cup in front of her, you thought it was sweet she also brought you a mug. You took it, placing it on top of the railing then bringing your hands over your head for a big stretch, grunting as you felt your back stretch out. 

Natasha’s eyes raked over you, taking in every detail of your body with a predatory gaze. She watched as your back twitched, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she heard your grunt, memories from when you thrust your strap into her last night so beautifully fresh in her memory. Her eyes wandered down past your waistband, eyes widening when she noticed the bulge waiting for her underneath the fabric. 

“What have you got there?” She asked, unfolding her legs from under her. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, taking a sip of the coffee and looking out over her backyard. Your eyes wandered to behind the tall hedges around her yard, wondering if there were any neighbors around. You’re not sure if you’d make it to her bed. 

When you turned back to her, she was approaching you, leaning into your side and joining you in looking over the balcony. She loosened the robe belt, turning to you and grabbing the mug out of your hands to place on the table. She pushed you into the railing when you turned around, hand grabbing the strap over your sweatpants. 

“You know exactly what I mean,” Her lips kissed yours hungrily, scratching her nails against your scalp. Your hands gripped her hips, pulling her into you so that she could feel the strap. Just by the size of it Natasha knew it was the one with the cum reservoir. Her skin bubbled with goosebumps, making her pull away with dilated pupils. “I need you to fuck me.”

You moved to pull her into the bedroom but she stopped you, hungry gaze in her eyes. “Here?”

“Now,” Your eyes darkened, pulling her in by her robe belt, untying it as she moved closer to you. You gripped her hips under her robe, kissing her deeply before pulling her way and flipping her to face the railing. 

“Careful,” She warned, reaching back to reach the back of your neck to pull you closer, feeling the strap press deliciously into her ass. “Now fuck me like only you know how.”

She slid her robe down her shoulders to pool at her feet, your mouth watering as you took her body in. You pressed closer to her again, lips meeting the skin on her neck as your hands traveled up her front to her chest. She moaned and threw her head back onto your shoulders as you sucked on her skin, your fingers working her nipples, sending electric shocks through her body. 

You continued kissing down her back, Natasha’s knuckles turning white as she gripped the trailing. You kissed over the curve of her ass, sliding your hands along to grab a handful of each cheek. Your tongue flattened over her hole, her hips twitching to meet your touch. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha growled, back arching in pleasure. Your tongue swirled over her most sensitive part and she swore she could’ve cum right there. You gave her one last swipe of your tongue before reaching further down, prodding her cunt with your tongue. Natasha moaned, adjusting her position to give you more access. “Enough.”

Natasha willed herself to pull away from you, pulling you up and pushing you against the wall. “I need you inside me.” 

Natasha pulled your sweatpants down, pulling the strap out. You took a moment to react, hands immediately finding her hips. “Natasha, we’re outside.”

“I have hedges for a reason.” Your grip on her hips tightened before you turned her around and bent her over the table, her dripping pussy making it easy to slide the large dildo into her.

Natasha moaned loudly, the stretch in her core sending another round of goosebumps all over her skin. Her back arched, pushing back into you as you started to move in and out of her. “Love being stretched out by my cock don’t you?”

Natasha moaned again, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the tip of the strap nudged her in just the right place. “You know how to fuck me so well, baby,” She replied, voice airy and smooth. “Feels so good.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting into her deeper and harder, making her scream out in pleasure. Natasha gripped the edge of the table, moaning the closer she got. “Baby,” She moaned, core tightening with every movement. “I’m gonna cum.”

“M’ gonna fill you up baby,” You continued moving, before pulling her up tight against you. She moaned as your hand slid around to her front and between her legs, fingers playing with her clit. “Gonna make your pussy a pretty mess for me.”

Natasha gripped your arm, nails digging into your flesh as you dispensed the sticky substance into her. The feeling of your cum filling her up pushed her over the edge, her throat going raw as she screamed out in pleasure. You fucked her through her orgasm, kissing down her neck as she reached up to entangle her fingers in your hair.

When you pulled out the toy made a squelching sound, the cum mixed with her wetness flowing out of her. You turned her around and sat her down on the table, meeting her lips hungrily. Your fingers brushed her short hair back as she relaxed in your hold. 

“You’re good at that,” She mumbled, goosebumps littering her skin in the cold breeze. You chuckled, giving her one last peck on the cheek before pushing yourself away from her. 

“Let’s go inside,” You said. “There’s more where that came from.”

Natasha bit her lip, walking towards the bed on shaky legs. You followed her in, taking one last look outside, not able to shake the feeling of being watched.

—

When you got home and decided to check your emails for anything that had come up since your stay with your Professor, you noticed a new email from an unknown sender.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N, You should be more careful of what you do outdoors. I’d hate to have to send this to the Dean, you’re a good student and Professor Romanoff is a damn good academic. I wonder what would happen to her reputation if this ever came out. Don’t make me be the bad guy. Professor Maximoff 7 Attachments

As you clicked through the attached pictures your heart dropped to your stomach, you saw pictures of you and Natasha on her balcony. At first just having coffee, but the pictures soon turned to her naked, you on your knees, Natasha’s blissed out face leaned back with her full chest on display, your hand between her thighs. It was too much. You quickly replied.

I'll do anything for you to keep this under wraps.

Your leg bounced impatiently as you waited for a reply, your breath coming in shorter puffs, no oxygen reaching your brain. Your life was over. If this got sent out, you’d be kicked out of school, your scholarships would disappear, not to mention Natasha’s reputation would tank- ding. 

Perfect. Do me.

[togrowoldinv]

Hotel Rooms

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Professor Romanoff asks you to attend an educational conference with her, you don’t know what to expect. It certainly isn’t this, but you aren’t complaining

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Oral (R receiving), thigh riding, kissing, cursing

Note: This is… just yeah enjoy it lol. Part 2 out now!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

You’re in class, but like always you are barely paying attention. The redhead in front of the class stretches to point at the board and your eyes can’t help but fall down from her fingers to her chest to her legs.

She wears a deep red dress that accents her body perfectly and your mind wanders to what she looks like underneath.

“Y/n are you following along okay?” your thoughts are interrupted by the voice of your professor.

“Oh- yes Professor Romanoff,” you reply, shaking your head to try and rid your not so clean thoughts from earlier.

“Hm, see me after class please,” Professor Romanoff says. Her tone is unreadable, and she goes back to teaching immediately.

You feel your heart race as class comes to an end and you walk up towards her desk. She waits until the last student has left the classroom before she looks at you.

Her green eyes look you over before she opens her mouth to speak.

“Y/n, I see you have the best grade in the course, but your class participation is minimal,” Professor Romanoff says.

“I don’t really like to talk in class,” you explain, feeling sweat form all over your body. You aren’t sure if it’s from being scolded by an authority figure or being alone with Natasha. You think it might be both.  

“I see,” she says. She leans forward and your eyes catch the way her breasts rest on top of her desk. She smirks as she notices your eye movements. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“How- um- how do I do that?” you ask her. You’re terrified and excited to hear her answer.

“There’s a conference tomorrow. It’s out of town so we’ll have to drive there and stay the night. I’ll give you full credit for participation if you come with me,” she explains.

“Okay,” is all you can say. The idea of spending that much time with Professor Romanoff stresses you out and makes you practically squirm in your seat.

“Okay, good choice. I’ll email you the details. You’ll need to be at my place in the morning and we’ll go from there,” Natasha explains.

You nod and stand up to leave her classroom. Her voice shouts after you.

“It’ll be fun, y/n. Don’t worry,” she says.

The next morning comes quickly, and you drive to the address Natasha emailed you. You expect a nice house, but nothing as elegant as you find as you pull in the driveway. It makes your old car and the cheap coffee you brought your professor as a peace offering feel like not enough.

Still, you walk up to the door and knock a few times. It doesn’t take long for the woman to open the door for you.

“Hello Professor,” you say.

“Hey y/n. Come in for a second. I’m not quite ready,” she says. She looks ready to you in her black suit with heels and her red hair cascading in loose curls.

“I- uh- brought you coffee,” you give her your best smile and she smirks.

“You’re sweet, y/n. Thank you,” Natasha says. She takes the cup and walks towards her kitchen. You follow her to the threshold.

“No problem. It’s probably not that good compared to coffee you have here,” you shrug.

“Ah, maybe so. My ex-wife did leave me the coffee maker,” Natasha says with humor in her tone.

You politely smile as your mind analyzes her words. You didn’t know she had an ex-wife but that certainly makes your attraction to her start to feel even more dangerous.

Natasha takes a few minutes to drink her coffee, the one you gave her, and then you two hit the road. She drives her black Corvette with ease, and you think you notice her glance over at you while she drives. You get lost in imagining what it would be like to be loved by her.

“Are you nervous?” Natasha asks you as she puts the car in park at the convention. “y/n?” she puts her hand on your thigh gently when you don’t respond.

“Yeah? Oh, I’m sorry, Professor,” you say sheepishly.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. And today I want you to call me Natasha, okay?”

“Okay Pro- I mean Natasha,” you say.

“Good girl,” she says with a smirk as she squeezes your thigh before letting go. She exits the car and leaves you there with a racing heart and a warmth between your legs.

After you eventually mustered up the courage to leave the car, you and Natasha enter the convention center. It actually ends up being an entertaining day of discussion and group interaction. You stuck by Natasha’s side the whole time and she would randomly touch you. She would guide you with a hand on the small of your back or touch your forearm when speaking to you.

It made you yearn for her so badly that when you get to the hotel room, you immediately excuse yourself to take a cold shower. You feel more in control, but it is short lived when you exit the bathroom. Natasha is standing by the bed with only her bra and underwear on. You try not to stare.

Natasha doesn’t make it easy as she turns around and walks directly into you. To keep her from falling, you reach out and grab onto her waist. She gasps at the coolness of your fingers against her waistline.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, pulling your hands away from her.

“Thanks for saving me,” she says with a crooked smile. “I’m going to shower now.”

You nod and she walks by you, her arm hand brushes against yours and you shiver.

You’re dressed in pants and a college sweatshirt by the time Natasha exits the bathroom. She looks ethereal as she wears a towel around her body and her red hair is dripping wet. You offer her a nervous smile as she sits down on her bed and starts to apply lotion to her arms and legs.

“Enjoying the view?” Natasha asks.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, standing up from your bed and pacing a little.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, y/n,” she stands up as well. She grabs your hand and stills you. “I see the way you look at me in class. I wanted to see if you’d do the same here.”

“I don’t mean to. You’re just- you’re so beautiful,” you tell her.

“Thank you, baby. You’re so beautiful too,” Natasha says. She leans closer to you and your senses are overwhelmed with her scent, her warmth, her touch. “Tell me to stop.”

“I can’t,” you reply.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Natasha says. She gives you a second to reject her and when you don’t she connects her lips with yours.

There’s no tentativeness to her kiss. Her hands hold your face as you part your lips to grant her tongue entrance. You moan as your tongues meet and your hands pull the towel off of Natasha. She smirks into the kiss as your fingers play with her nipples.

When you break for air, Natasha kisses your neck as she pulls your sweatshirt over your head. You skipped putting a bra on after your shower and Natasha kisses down to your breasts.

“You’re so hot,” Natasha says as she takes your nipple in her mouth. She sucks and licks until you’re practically buzzing with pleasure. You place your thigh between her legs, and she grinds against you.

“Fuck Natasha,” you say as she pulls down your pants and panties.

“Hm, so wet for me,” Nat says as she moves you to lay down on the bed. She kisses your lips again. Her wet hair falls over you like a veil protecting you from the world. “Be a good girl for me, baby.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say, and she groans. She moves down the bed and buries her face between your legs. The featherlight kiss to your center makes your whole body shake. She knows you’re already close and she wastes no time diving in.

“Let go, baby,” Nat says, and you tip over the edge. Her tongue works you through your orgasm and she moves to kiss you. Your thigh brushes against her and she grinds on you again.

“Go faster, Professor,” you say as you hold her hips and help her grind against you.

“Fuck,” Nat moans. “Fuck, I’m going to-“

“Do it, Natasha,” you say, and she reaches her peak with shouts of your name. It’s music to your ears.

Natasha climbs off you and lays next to you. She takes your hand in hers and brings it up to her lips.

“That was amazing,” you say. Natasha laughs at your innocent response.

“It was. I’ve been wondering how that would go for a long time,” Nat admits.

“Me too,” you say.

Natasha leans in and kisses you. It’s so soft and sweet. So different in the best way from how you were just together.

“I’m glad you came with me,” Natasha says. A part of you wonders if this was her plan all along.

You’re about to reply when there is a knock on the door. Nat sighs as she lets go of your hand. She throws on her panties and the first shirt she sees, your sweatshirt, and trudges to the door.

You watch her in awe of how beautiful she looks post sex and wearing your shirt.

Natasha opens the door, and she takes a step back in shock.

“Hi Natasha,” a woman says.

“Wanda, what are you doing here?” she asks. You can’t read the situation from where you lay. You sit up in bed and stay covered.

“A woman can’t come see her ex-wife when we’re at the same conference?” the woman, Wanda, asks with a sass in her tone. It sounds familiar. “Seems you’re busy though.”

“No, I- um- come on in,” Natasha says.

Your heart thuds in your chest as a beautiful brunette woman comes into your sight. She’s another one of your professors. One you had no idea was ever married to Natasha. You’re totally fucked.

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[marvelnatr]

New book!! Widows bite

This is going to be a professor romanoff x professor Maximoff x student. It will contain mdlg scenes as well as age regression. Therefore it is an 18+ book. Minors DNI. Let’s get into it

Students name is Aspen Moore. Natasha teaches psychology and Wanda teaches English. Natasha and Wanda are both married. Both begin to feel drawn to Aspen

Aspen’s POV:

As I opened the door the chilly fall air hit my cheeks. “Absolutely not” I mumbled to myself, I had been settled into the dorms for a week now. Classes start in three days. I was able to get a dorm room all to myself. I’ve never really been a social butterfly. My psychology teacher has a meeting tonight. We get extra credit if we attend it. I turned around and grabbed my jacket throwing it on and taking my hair that was trapped between the fabric out, letting it fall over my shoulders. Checking which building it was in one last time I opened the door for the second time and headed to the classroom.

I glanced in the classroom to see it empty. Only a red headed woman sat at the teachers desk. I do not want to be the only one in here. Just as I went to turn on my heels she flagged me to come inside. Opening up the door slowly I stepped inside, She stood fixing her blazer “hello, nice of you to join me” I nodded “hello, My names Aspen Moore” she gently shook my hand and looked in my eyes. Shivers ran down my spine as she smoothly spoke “professor Romanoff, please sit” I found a seat and sat down. The meeting was supposed to start in five minutes. I swear more people better show up. A minute later another woman walked in. My body relaxing just for it to tense up again when the other red headed women put some food down on professor Romanoffs desk. They engaged in small talk while I pulled out my phone and played on it trying not to stare at the two beautiful women in the room.

A few minutes passed and there was no sign of anyone else. All the attention was turned on me as Professor Romanoff sighed “well it looks like it’s just us miss Moore, the only thing I have for you is a worksheet to fill out telling me a little about you” I nodded as she came and handed me the piece of paper and started to fill out the questions. It took me about five minutes before I got up and stood a few feet away from her desk. The two women were still talking and I didnt want to interrupt. The woman nudged my professor and she spoke up “hello Aspen, thank you for this” I nodded “you’re welcome” she smiled and looked over my paper “you wanna get a minor in personality psychology?” I nodded slightly “yeah, I think the human mind is captivating” she nodded and showed her paper to the other woman. I furrowed my eyebrows a little bit. Professor Romanoff looked back at me with a softened expression “its okay hon, thats another teacher in the school professor Maximoff, shes also my wife” I nodded and whispered “the name sounds familiar, does she teach English honors?”. The woman lifted her head and looked at me “I do” I nodded “I believe I’m in your Wednesday class at 6 pm” she lifted her gaze slightly, looking me up and down “then I’ll be excited to have you. What would you like to major in?” “Criminology”. She nodded “interesting, any reason why?” I shrugged “I’m drawn to it. So is that all to get the extra credit?” Professor Romanoff nodded and stood “yes it is, thank you again for coming” I smiled politely and headed out.

Leaning against the wall I breathed out. My teachers are fucking hot. Like god damn. I caught my mind just as it began to wander to my ex girlfriend. How she broke my heart. How I got betrayed. Shaking off those feelings I headed right back to my dorm. Throwing my jacket on my hook and flopping into bed. I needed some type of distraction. Turning on the TV I started watching my favorite show and started making some tea.

Natasha’s POV:

I glanced at Wanda and she was watching me. Putting down the paper I looked at her “you can’t do that to yourself love” she sighed “but you didnt see what I saw in her head, she’s lonely babe” I shook my head “we can’t love, were doing such a good job laying low since they’ve been searching for us. We just can’t risk it” she nodded and leaned her body into me gently. I could tell Wanda hated being in hiding like this. To have to be so careful. But they were after us and they were definitely looking. Only reason we’re safe here is because of my connection to the head of the school, allows us to be here and live as slightly normal people. Kissing my wife’s head I whispered “lets get home and make some dinner okay?” She nodded as we picked up our bags and headed out

Once we got home Wanda headed straight to our room. We both have our own little routine. Wanda gets home and puts down her stuff and heads straight to the room to change. I put down our bags and start making us some tea and pulling out some fruits or veggies for us to snack on while I drink some water. I loved our little routine.

Wanda came out a few minutes later in her long shirt and panties. I loved that she’d wear barely anything at all around the apartment. Pulling her in by her waist I smiled at her “well hello there gorgeous”. A red tint formed on her cheeks “stoppppp babe” I smirked and lifted her up by her waist and placing her on the counter “mmmm no baby, you looked beautiful today in your dress”, resting her hands around my neck she tilted her head smiling “you say that everyday” I rolled my eyes grabbing her chin “because you are beautiful everyday, isn’t that right dorogoy?” She nodded and smiled “yes ma’am”. I gently tapped her cheek and kissed her rubbing her thighs “mmmmm what do you have to do to left to prepare for this semester?” She shrugged “I think I got it all, welcome message gets sent out tonight” I nodded and kissed her softly “you wanna order Chinese?” Wanda nodded gently and leaned on my shoulder as I ordered it. Massaging the back of her neck gently as she whispered “has Steve tried to contact you yet?” I shook my head “not yet my love”. Kissing her forehead I rubbed her cheek “why don’t you go ahead and put on Greys anatomy?” She nodded as I helped her down and patted her ass as I sent her on her way.

I stared at the tea as I waited for it for finish. My mind wandered to my new student. She made me feel….different. Wanda saw something in her. Pouring our tea I went to the couch and sat down “hey baby?” Wanda leaned into me gently “yes love?” I whispered gently to her “w-what did you see in Aspen?” Wanda looked at me, trying to study me. She knew she wasn’t allowed in my head anymore “well um she looked like she was hurting and she looked tired” I nodded and sat back kissing her head “okay my love”

A blissful silence fell over us. Just the soft chatter of the TV show in the background. I decided to put in the extra credit for Aspen. Giving ten more points then I really should have but she was the only one who showed up. Wanda looked over at me and my phone then whispered “thats more then you made it?” I shrugged “she was the only one to show up” Wanda mumbled quietly, but she forgets I hear everything “no its not because I like her too” a smirk displayed on her lips as I smacked her thigh “watch it”

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

My Professor PT. 4

Natasha Romanoff X f!reader

a/n: So long time no see with this one 😅...anyways I've been getting like an unbelievable amount of requests to continue this one so here we are! It has been SUPER long since I've written this and I did re read it but forgive me if there's maybe a continuity error or two...anyways...I hope you enjoy and as always my inbox is always open!

Warnings: Cussing, 18+, mentions of smutty shit

Word Count: 1485

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God was going to class the absolute last thing you wanted to do today. What was even going to happen? She walked out on you this morning with no warning, no text, just left. So what, was she going to just go and lecture and act like nothing happened? Was she going to tell you why she walked out? Either way, class was the last thing on your mind but you also couldn’t let a stupid relationship get in the way after how hard you had worked to get here. So, of course, like the good student you are, you got off your ass, had a shower, grabbed a bagel and coffee and headed to class. You were a little bit earlier than everyone else but you liked to have time to enjoy your breakfast at one of the tables in the common area within the building of your lecture hall to unwind before having to sit down for two hours listening to the same woman who was going down on you last night speak about whatever it was she wanted to lecture on today. 

As you sit there enjoying your coffee your phone buzzes and a notification with her name pops up at the top of your screen. 

“Professor Natasha Romanoff: Class cancelled - Sorry for the last minute notice everyone but I am having some unfortunate car trouble and won’t be able to make it to the lecture this morning. I will see you all next week. Have a nice weekend.”

What the fuck?

She absolutely knew what she was doing, sending this and not reaching out to me first. She knew I was on this fucking mailing list for whatever bullshit course this is and that this would get me unbelievably agitated. Whatever. She's a bitch and I need to move on anyway.

I’m done, maybe I should just drop her class to make sure that shit’s final. 

You decided to get some work done while you were on campus for a bit and headed home. 

You’re done your work for the day and you have no other classes so what else is there to do in university other than school? You guessed it. 

You made your way to the same bar you were at when you met Nat for the first time. Were you kind of hoping she’d be there? No. Subconsciously? Yes. 

You walk in, pull up a stool as the bartender asks you what you want with the most beautiful smile. She obviously rakes in tips. You ask for two shots of Vodka that are quickly thrown back in seconds. Feeling nothing was kind of the goal at this point because even though you were full of rage and anger over what happened– you also developed deep feelings and what she did, how she left suddenly fucking hurt. The bartender continues to throw drinks your way, changing it up for you as the night went on, the drinks got fun, started tasting less like bitter alcohol and more like fruits and other flavours. The two of you talked quite a bit throughout the night but she also had other customers to tend to so you spent half your time just staring at your phone contemplating messaging her. 

“Can I get a scotch – neat?” you ask.

She nods and grabs a glass from the back of the bar to pour your drink. After your first swig you open up your messages and send one her way.

Y/N: hi

Obviously you weren’t anywhere close to actually thinking she’d respond but you were past the point of giving any kind of shit.

You just kept looking at your phone when you saw the three dots pop up then quickly disappear. Your eyes were locked on the screen when all of a sudden a small grey text bubble pops up. 

Nat: Y/N, it’s midnight. This is not appropriate. Not appropriate? What else wasn’t appropriate? When she had her tongue down my throat last night? Who the fuck does she think I am?

Y/N: Who gives a shit

Nat: We cannot do this again. 

Y/N: Who Saus

Y/N: Saus*

Y/N: Saus*

Y/N: FUCK

Y/N: Says*****

Nat: Are you drunk

Y/N: Not really

Nat: How much have you had to drink 

Y/N: She just gave me my 6th drink

Nat: Who’s she. 

Y/N: Just the super hot bartender. 

Y/N: You know the one…has the patchwork tattoos, toned arms, blonde hair and the most beautiful smile…doesn’t make me pay for my drinks. 

Nat: Where are you. 

Y/N: Out

Nat: Send me your location right now. 

Y/N: Why? I am a big girl, I can go home with whoever I want. 

Nat: Y/N, stop fucking joking around. I’m coming to get you.

Nat’s phone dings with your location popping up on find my friends. Within minutes you see her storm through the door.

“Let’s go.” She says in a stern tone.

“Natty!!! Becca, this is Natasha.” You say with a big goofy very drunk grin across your face as you boop Natasha on the nose and introduce her to the hot bartender. 

“The girlfriend! She has been talking about you all night.” Becca says with a smile as shes cleaning glasses. 

Natasha throws her a sarcastic smile-smirk as she grabs your arm and pulls you off the stool. 

“Come on, we're going. And here.” Natasha says as she slaps down $150 on the bar to pay for the tab plus tip.

“No that’s oka–” The bartender speaks up. 

“No, I insist.” Natasha says in a less friendly and more bitter tone. 

Nat walks you into her car and buckles you in. “Don’t puke, this one’s a rental.”

You smile and nod at Natasha as you doze off in her back seat.

You wake up the next morning, in a new place.

Where the fuck are you?

Smells like coffee and bacon though so you could absolutely stick around. 

Also, whose clothing are you wearing? 

You slowly get out of bed and take a look around, there’s a cup of water and some Advil waiting for you on the side table. You take a big swig and head downstairs to where that glorious smell is coming from. You walk into the kitchen seeing your favourite redhead at the stove in her sweats and a tshirt cooking food.

“Finally awake I see.” Natasha says as she turns around. 

You awkwardly smile and nod as you stand there.

“What happened…last night? Did we?”

“No. I picked you up from the bar and brought you here to sleep off your super fun night you had. Don’t worry, I slept on the couch.”

“No you shouldn't have done that I–”

“You what y/n? YOU chose to go out last night and do what you did. I had no choice.”

You felt bad. It’s not fair that you felt bad. She fucking broke your heart. But also why did she come pick you up? Did she care?

“Sit.” She says as she puts a plate of food down for you with some water and a coffee. 

The two of you eat in silence, unbelievably awkward silence. 

“Thank you.” You mutter out when you finish your final bites. “No problem.” She says back quietly. 

“Nat–”

“What.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“I can’t tell you why.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you why I left without warning. That’s what you were going to say right?”

You look at her with a sad and slightly confused look on your face. 

“But why not?”

“Because. I just can’t.”

“Because you don’t know…?”

“Stop it.”

“Or because you don’t want to..?”

“I said stop it!” She raises her voice. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just– was it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“For fuck sake y/n.”

“Y-You know what? You want to know why I left? Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. You’re like this kryptonite to me. You just came into my life and completely took it over, everything I do ends up making me think about you. The other night it got the best of me and we did some things we shouldn’t have so leaving before I could let you convince me to stay was the only way that I would be able to get out of there. Even when I left I was still FUCKING thinking about YOU. And then I tried to keep my distance but guess what? That clearly didn’t fucking work. Because look where we are.”

You looked at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly gaping open as she said all of these things at you, your incredibly hung over mind could barely process what she was saying. Everything she said sounded like stuff you wanted to hear but it was said in a way that didn’t feel welcoming. 

– End of PT. 4 –

[somelokivariant]

Would the avengers wear their own merch?

Tony: abso-fucking-lutely and it'll be the cringiest things too like bobble heads he also has spiderman themed things and all the other (6) avengers

Nat: prolly not- but scarjo makes me want to say yes

Thor: honestly probably doesn't know what merch is or if theres Thor merch. But if he did: hell yeah he would. I'm thinking mjolnir print pajama pants.

Clint: no; he finds it annoying

Kate tho has all the Hawkeye merch made (and when she gets her own she'll buy those too

Bruce: no he'd be shy ❤️ Prof Hulk would tho, for shits and giggles

Steve: no; he hates wearing that stuff

Sam however has all the steve-cap and sam-cap merch

[yanaromanov]

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟinescapable love

- professor!natasha x lawyer!wanda x reader

･ ｡ﾟ*. 18+, minors DNI . * ｡ﾟ･

summary: starting your final year at your university, you pick up a russian elective class to bulk out your schedule. little do you know how attractive your professor would be, or her wife for that matter. how will you fare when both take a liking to you and begin their pursuit…

warning(s): teacher/student relationship, age gap (r is of age), married wandanat (no cheating), eventual smut, power dynamics, mentions of anxiety, etc. minors dni

au: natasha is a professor at a prestigious university, wanda is america’s most successful lawyer (talk about a power couple)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

story parts

(1) pretty little beginnings (7.8K)

(2) my sweet assistant (11.5K)

[batllethinker]

Lessons of love | w.mf + n.rv

Summary: as Natasha and Wanda’s relationship progresses they realize that lust isn't the only thing driving them anymore

Warnings: classroom sex, praise, degradation, oral, mommy kink

part.1

It's been two months since her and Wanda first hooked up, Wanda to her surprise had showed no regret and had asked her to stay after class more often than not, which led to rough sex on her professor's desk.

And as she had found out after countless amount of sex, Wanda loved leaving her bruised, loved leaving her with marks that she would need to cover up for her next class.

Natasha knew that she would be graduating soon enough, she didn't even know if she was still going to see Wanda and it scared her, she didn't want to leave her.

“Natasha, baby?” It was the end of her ethics class and all of the other students had filed out of the room. She hadn't even realized that she had spaced out until Wanda had called out to her.

“I'm sorry” she didn't even know why she was apologizing, she just knew that she needed to, needed to make it up to Wanda.

She didn't even meet her professor's eyes until she was standing right in front of her, hands reaching out to grab the younger woman and she could almost hear the frown in her voice.

“What’s wrong doll?” Wanda had leaned her elbows on the desk, leaning down further to meet Natasha’s eyes, worry shining in her eyes.

“It's just, I'm graduating so soon and we won't see eachother anymore and I just want to stay here” tears were shining in her eyes at this point as she looked up at Wanda, pleading for her to understand.

Wanda’s frown only deepened and she seemed to think about her words carefully.

“You know, I would hate to stop seeing you, I mean I would detest myself for letting it happen and you don't seem thrilled about letting me go so what about we make it official, it's a week until graduation and then we can do as we please?”

Natasha’s eyes widened, having not expected the older woman to even want to have a relationship with her so all she could really do was surge forward to kiss Wanda, desperation evident.

Wanda did nothing to hide her noise of surprise but kissed her back with as much desperation, hands coming up to wrap around her waist.

Natasha didn't even bother to hide her whimper when the older woman pressed her tongue into her mouth, easily taking control of the kiss.

Her professor broke the kiss for a second, “come” she could only nod against her as she was pulled to the front of the classroom and pushed onto Wanda’s desk.

Wanda’s hands were quick to find their way up her skirt, tightly gripping the top of her thighs as their lips met in a rough kiss, tongues pressing against each other.

One of her professor’s hands moved in between her legs and she couldn't stop her hips from eagerly meeting the hand, she didn't even feel embarrassed at the needy whine that left her or the dark laugh she received in turn.

Wanda ran two fingers over her underwear, humming at the wetness that had already pooled and soaked through before pressing down against her clit, giggling at the immediate reaction when Natasha’s hips bucked into her, whining.

The younger woman's hands tightly gripped onto Wanda’s shoulders and back, nails scratching when her underwear was pushed to the side and those two fingers pumped into her with little resistance.

“Come on baby, fuck yourself against mommy's fingers” she did just that, hips bucking forward to meet every one of Wanda’s thrusts, head falling forward to muffle her moans against her professor's shoulder.

Wanda’s fingers curled everytime she pulled out before she thrusted into her even harder, Natasha’s whole body shook against her and the professor couldn't tell if it was from holding back her orgasm or forcing down her moans.

Natasha clenched around the fingers in her, desperately trying to reach her orgasm and biting down on Wanda’s neck to muffle herself further.

“Cum for mommy, be a good girl and cum for me” she let go and came with a scream, convulsing around Wanda’s fingers as her whole body shook and her professor's pace slowed, fucking her through her orgasm.

“That's my girl” Wanda slowly pulled out and brought her fingers up to the younger woman's lips who obediently opened her mouth to clean them.

Her professor smiled softly at her before pulling her fingers out and taking a step back.

“Don't go to your last classes, I want to spend some time with you” Natasha shook herself out of her post orgasm daze and looked up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Okay” she nodded, easily agreeing to what her professor had said and leaned up to kiss her, forcing herself to keep the kiss light.

Wanda helped her off of the desk and fixed her clothes before taking her hand and leading her out of the building.

The older woman led her to her sleek red car, Wanda opened the passenger door for her before moving to the driver's side and starting the car.

Natasha watched with keen interest as Wanda worked the car, hand tightly gripping the wheel while her other hand rested on the blonde's thigh, not moving or gripping.

Watching Wanda drive was something so unexpectedly hot, she could already feel the hot need coursing through her as her eyes moved to the hand on her thigh.

“Wanda?” she only got a hum in response, the older woman's eyes laser focused on the road but her hand tightened against her thigh, making Natasha gasp in surprise.

“Are we there yet?” Wanda hummed again, an amused smile on her face as her hand trailed up her thigh, stopping right where she needed her.

“Patience, doll” Natasha gasped and whined when Wanda pressed down against her clit, hips subtly grinding up against it.

Her professor laughed quietly and chanced a glance at her before pulling her hand away and resting it on her thigh again, ignoring her whine of protest.

“Remember what I told you” Natasha nodded and tried to steady her breaths, trying her best to ignore the burning ache in her core and decided that keeping her eyes off of Wanda would be the best choice for her.

She watched as they pulled up to a mansion too big for a college professor but didn't really question it, she knew that Wanda had some money.

Natasha followed her girlfriend into the building cautiously, this was her first time there after all.

“Want me to show you around?” Wanda turned to face her, a hand already on her lower back as she led her through the house, showing her each and every room.

She could feel her breath catch in her throat when they finally reached Wanda’s bedroom, thoughts of everything she wanted the older woman to do to her immediately flooding her mind as her eyes landed on her deep red bed, thighs clenching together as her need came back tenfold.

She slowly walked further into the room until she was standing in the center of it, back turned to Wanda but she could clearly feel her presence from across the room.

Wanda slowly walked towards her, arms wrapping around her waist and nose dragging across the length of her neck.

“Mommy?” the brunette hummed against her neck as her arms tightened around her before walking them both to the bed.

“I think it's time you're rewarded for your patience” Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she would finally get her release.

She was pushed onto the bed, her skirt and panties ripped off of her, shortly followed by her button up shirt and red lace bra.

Wanda took her time to take her girlfriend in, knowing that she had all the time in the world to fuck her like she wanted.

“My pretty girl, you're the prettiest” Natasha blushed under her gaze, squirming slightly.

The older woman smiled down at her before removing her own clothes, moving extra slowly to tease her lover.

“Wanda” she whined, sitting up to grab her girlfriend but Wanda backed away, tutting at the blonde.

“That's not my name, doll” Natasha whined again, eyes pleading for Wanda to touch her.

“I'm sorry, mommy” Wanda smirked down at her before straddling her, pushing Natasha to lay down again.

“Do you want to be good for me? Want to be a good girl for your mommy?” Natasha nodded eagerly, she always wanted to be good for Wanda.

“Yes, mommy” the older woman grinned at her before moving up her body and settling above her face, not really settling just to tease.

She relished in the whine she received, teasing just a bit longer before lowering herself down to fully settle on her.

Natasha loved to eat her out and Wanda loved how eager she always was to please her, she was inexperienced and sloppy but it kind of just endeared her to Wanda.

The younger woman's tongue eagerly licked at her clit before licking up all her slick, tongue prodding at her hole and letting Wanda grind down against her tongue.

“That's it, detka, such a good girl for me” Natasha moaned against her, her own hips grinding up against nothing.

Wanda’s hand came down to grip at her hair, tightly holding Natasha against her as she came. Thighs shaking and grip tightening.

Wanda gave herself a few moments to recover before moving down again, settling herself on Natasha’s hips and leaning down to kiss her, tasting herself on the blonde.

“Want me to take care of you?” Natasha nodded fervently, thighs already clenching together.

Wanda wordlessly moved down her body before settling in between her legs, eyes widening and glinting with something unidentified.

“Oh baby, you're soaked” she laughed and ran a finger through her folds. “Did I do this to you?” Natasha whined and nodded, hips already chasing after the finger.

Wanda instantly pulled her finger away, “I know you can use your big girl words for me, answer my question”

“Yes, mommy” Wanda smiled in satisfaction, two fingers now running through her folds before circling her clit, making Natasha moan, hips matching her pace.

Two fingers suddenly pushed into her, tongue replacing the ones that were on her clit, her pace was rough and fast.

Natasha's back arched and she almost couldn't take it when her pace switched to something slower and her tongue placing kitten licks on her clit.

Natasha whined when Wanda’s free arm came to hold her hips down and she met her devilish eyes.

She could feel the coil in her gut tightening, her hands coming to grip Wanda’s hair to keep her there.

“Mommy, please I need to cum” Wanda grinned against her and sped up her movements, easily bringing Natasha to the edge.

“Cum for me, angel” Natasha came with a loud moan, thighs shaking around Wanda’s head, hips uselessly trying to buck up and her walls convulsing around the older woman's fingers.

Wanda slowly pulled out her fingers before moving up the bed and letting Natasha cuddle into her.

“How are you feeling?” it was whispered into the crown of her head and Natasha just cuddled closer to her, a soft yawn escaping her.

“Tired” Wanda giggled and tightened her hold around her.

“Why don't we get you cleaned up and then we can take a nap?” Natasha nodded and followed Wanda to the bathroom.

The older woman turned the shower on and let it heat up before leading Natasha into the shower and held her under the spray of water.

Wanda was looking at her so softly it made her shrink, still unused to being the subject of someone's love.

Her girlfriend smiled softly at her before soaping her up, placing lingering touches along her chest and hips, watching Natasha squirm under her touches. Wanda got on her knees to soap up her thighs, hands gripping and kneading at her thighs, the older woman was so so close to her cunt but never touching where she needed her.

Wanda looked up at her with a smirk, hands moving up to squeeze her ass and moving to stand up again, her hands still tightly gripping her as she leaned forward to kiss her.

Natasha gasped into the kiss, desire flowing through her as she kissed back harder.

Wanda groaned against her, body automatically pushing her back against the wall.

“Fuck, I'm sorry you're just so delectable, can't control myself” Natasha felt more than heard the words against her lips, whining when she was pressed harder against the wall.

“Mommy” Wanda hummed, hands finally moving to touch her where she needed her the most.

The older woman groaned when she was met with the slick heat of her girlfriend.

“You're dripping” Natasha moaned, hips moving to meet her lover’s hand, eyes falling shut to take every sensation in.

Wanda chuckled and turned the water on, hands leaving her as she rinsed her girlfriend of any soap before leading her out of the shower, deliberately ignoring Natasha’s whining and pouts.

“I think it’s time for your nap” Natasha paused, there was no way that she would be able to sleep with the hot need coursing through her.

“But mommy” Wanda tutted and gripped her chin, an entertained look in her eyes as she looked over her body.

“It's time for your nap, be a good girl for mommy” Natasha contemplated not listening and ignore her sleepiness, she wasn't even sure that she would be able to sleep.

“Okay mommy” Wanda smiled happily at her before drying her off and pushing her into the bedroom and down on the bed before crawling in herself and letting Natasha cuddle into her.

“Go to sleep, doll” the younger woman nodded against her before drifting off to sleep, pointedly ignoring her throbbing cunt.

She awoke a few hours later with Wanda leaning over her and placing soft kisses all over her face, Natasha giggled softly as she squirmed under her.

“I made us dinner if you're hungry” Natasha’s eyes snapped open at that, a grin taking over her face before faltering slightly as she took her girlfriend in, lust slowly taking over her once again.

Wanda was adorning a black loose tank top that showed off her muscles just right and matching joggers, her signature rings and bracelets on both of her wrists and hands along with a long silver necklace around her neck.

“Oh I'm definitely hungry” Wanda rolled her eyes, immediately picking up on her tone and pulling back.

“Food first” Natasha huffed and sat herself up before letting Wanda dress her in one of her gray t-shirts that was long enough to cover her legs, making Wanda decide that she wouldn't need underwear or pants.

The older woman easily pulled her along to the kitchen before setting her down on one of the many chairs, a plate full of a delicious looking pasta set before her shortly after.

Wanda settled in front of her with a small smile as they both dug in, a bottle of red wine shared in between them.

“Did you bring your books with you?” Natasha paused, she obviously had but if she'd have to study with the way Wanda was looking she wasn't sure she could.

“..yes” Wanda smiled at her before putting away the dishes.

“Go get them” she hesitated for a moment, really not wanting to study.

“But mommy, you promised” her professor laughed, a hand caressing her cheek and Natasha thought for a moment that she would get what she wanted.

“You have your finals next week, I want you to study” Natasha rolled her eyes and got up to get her materials. She knew very well that she would pass, she was the top of every class after all.

“I don't have to do this” Wanda’s eyes darkened, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Be a good girl for mommy, I promise that it'll be all worth it” that was honestly enough for the blonde to open her books and study.

Wanda had gone off to do whatever real adults do, leaving Natasha all alone with her boring books and a pulsing in between her legs.

She wasn't sure how long it had been but she almost startled when Wanda walked back into the kitchen, totally focused on her phone in that same outfit that made her go crazy.

The older woman moved to sit in front of her, still looking down at her phone, arms flexing every so often and it was almost too distracting.

When Wanda finally looked up from her phone she gave her a small smile and leaned over the table to give her a soft kiss.

“You're supposed to be studying, not staring” Natasha blushed and averted her gaze, embarrassed.

“Sorry.” the older woman giggled and placed a finger under her chin, averting her gaze back to her.

“You’ve been studying for so long, why don't you take a break for me” Natasha smiled at that, knowing what it really meant.