just a queer marvel nerd looking for my tribe. Historian, klutz and weirdo for life. 30, female, northeast US. coming to you live from the island of misfit toys instagram: avengerswriter4eva wattpad: avengerswriter4eva
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There's a lot going on in my life right now, and as much as i hate to do it, my interest in writing and creating and my mental health have tanked over the last month or so, so I'm giving myself a break.
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Y/N: I meant, I want an avenger girlfriend with red hair.
Natasha: Here I am :)
Y/N: I meant, I want an avenger girlfriend with red hair who can actually levitate.
Carol: Red is not my style but I can dye it for you ;)
Y/N all frantic: DAMN IT I MEANT I WANT AN AVENGER GIRLFRIEND WITH RED HAIR THAT CAN LEVITATE AND SO HAPPENS TO BE CALLED WANDA MAXIMOFF AKA THE SCARLET WITCH.
The team scattered as expected as Steve jogged out onto the tarmac. AV and I headed towards the parking garage with Wanda and Clint. Our goal was to run interference and direct attention away from Steve or Bucky while securing our secondary exit plan. AV and I were keeping an eye out for Wanda’s boyfriend – the glorified flying toaster. He clearly had an advantage when it was a fair fight, but there was nothing about this that was going to be fair, and potentially getting the jump on him was going to be the highlight of our day before someone got arrested or worse. Bucky and Sam were racing through the terminal, trying to get to the primary exit plan. We had all of our bases covered – or so we thought. Steve’s motto was always to hope for the best and plan for the worst. AV was fully invisible as we jogged along, hoping that maybe it could help us stay off-radar. I growled when I saw Cap’s odds go from 1:1 to 3:1, then 4. Some black cat guy, war machine…Natasha. My heart sank in my chest as we caught the glint of her red hair in the sunlight.
Focus
“I’m focused,” I grumbled, AV’s mouth shifting halfway between theirs and mine. All of our eyes widened a bit when Steve’s shield was yanked away by a substance that looked strangely like webbing. Great. We needed more than one spider on the field. The one we had in mind was trouble enough. From the pieces of the conversation that we caught – which was more than I expected due to the ever-increasing volume, Tony was issuing his threat now. Our coms chirped when Sam located the quinjet. Then all hell broke loose and the fight started. Tony lifted off the ground and headed in our direction. Rhodey headed towards the terminal. The cat followed after him, but was stopped by a shield to the chest before he got very far.
AV picked up Natasha’s voice faintly over Scott’s coms, followed by a loud grunt. I chuckled. She could always handle herself. Hopefully she didn’t hurt the guy too badly. We didn’t want to get out of here with any casualties – especially not these specifically.
We made our way down to the tarmac, heading towards the quinjet when all of a sudden the concrete around us started exploding. Tony. He was using real, live ammunition. Okay, playboy. If that’s the way you want to play this, I’ve got some payback headed for you. We ducked to avoid the rubble. Tony hovered in front of us, and although I couldn’t see his face behind the mask, his voice was a dead giveaway for his trademark narcissistic charm.
“Wanda, I think you hurt Vision’s feelings.”
“You locked me in my room,” Wanda spoke, and AV chuckled slightly at the tone of her voice. Tony looked around, surprised, but clearly couldn’t spot them.
“Okay first, that’s an exaggeration. Second, I did it to protect you.” We glanced at Wanda just in time to see her head tilting to the side. This was going to be fun. “Hey, Clint.”
“Hey, man.” Clint’s fingers twitched slightly on the arrow he was holding steadily in place, reading for any signs of trouble.
“Clearly retirement doesn’t suit you. You got tired of shooting golf?”
“Well I played 18. Shot 18. Just can’t seem to miss.” Clint smirked, shrugged his shoulders, and shot a trio of arrows in Tony’s direction. He blasted them easily.
“Eh, first time for everything,” he snarked, looking back towards the archer. Clint smirked again.
“Made you look.”
AV got out of the way, scaling the side of the building as we continued to scan for any sign of vision. Wanda was dropping cars on Tony, and AV couldn’t stop chuckling as they watched from a minimum safe distance. “Good job, witchy,” their eerie, sinister laugh sounded through coms, and we glanced across the field just in time to see Scott shudder mid-fight.
“Never going to get used to that sound,” he grumbled under his breath. I looked up just in time to see an entire tanker truck careening its way towards Natasha. Shit. AV leapt off the building, bounding towards her easily, using multiple tendrils and both arms and legs to speed up the process. We tackled her out of the way as she was mid-dodge.
“Oof,” she grumbled, swiping at invisible AV that had landed on her back. “I had that you know.” She grumbled. AV grinned, one eye becoming visible just for a moment before they licked Natasha’s face and bounded off to rejoin the battle.
“Catch you later, cutie,” they growled over their shoulder as they bounded away, earning a slight chuckle and an eyeroll from the redhead that we left behind. AV rejoined Wanda and Clint just as we got clear sight of the quinjet and as the rest of the team converged on our location. Then a laser line of light stopped us in our tracks. Finally. My primary toaster target.
“Captain Rogers. I know you believe what you’re doing is right. But for the collective good…you must surrender now.” We watched as their team started lining up across the tarmac from us, and we all took a collective sigh. Every single one of us at that airport knew what was about to happen, and none of us were particularly happy about it.
“What do we do, Cap?” Sam asked. AV and I both steeled ourselves for Steve’s inevitable response.
“We fight.” Steve started moving forward, and the rest of us fell into line beside him. Thankfully, aside from Natasha, I was relatively certain that no one knew AV was present. They started moving towards us as we moved towards them. This was really happening. Steve picked up the pace, moving into a slow jog, and we moved with him as a unit. As we approached the field of engagement, the flyers went high and we all scattered, aiming for our targets. Tony matched up with Steve. Bucky was fighting the cat. Rhodey was chasing Sam. This was a fucking mess. I stuck close to Wanda, keeping an eye out for Vision as he hovered largely above the main brawl, choosing his targets carefully. I watched, flabbergasted as Clint took Natasha to the ground, then stood in stunned silence as Wanda grabbed Natasha by the leg and flung her away.
“You were pulling your punches,” she called to Clint.
“Was that really necessary?” AV grumbled, unexpectedly close to Wanda’s right ear, and she stiffened as she felt white tendrils wrap around her waist, moving her out of the way of some flying rubble from one of the many explosions happing simultaneously.
“Sorry, Parker,” she mumbled. AV chuckled, and Wanda smiled for the first time in a while. “You too bubs. You’re doing good.”
“Thanksssss,” AV’s long tongue turned the end of the word into a hiss as we bounded off after Vision.
“We’ve gotta go. That guys’ probably in Siberia by now.” Bucky’s voice crackled over coms as he and Steve huddled behind a shipping container for cover.
“We gotta draw out the flyers.” Steve answered. I’ll take Vision, you get to the jet.”
“No, we’ll take Vision,” AV snarled, already part of the way there.
“You get to the jet,” Sam confirmed, swooping overhead. “Both of you! The rest of us aren’t getting out of here.” He wasn’t wrong. The odds in this fight were fairly even, but not without some serious loss – and that was a bridge too far, I think, for all of us.
“As much as I hate to admit it, if we’re going to win this one, some of us may have to lose it.” Clint confirmed, already accepting the situation as he continued locking on targets and shooting arrows as decoys for the flyers to keep their attention away from Steve and Bucky.
“This isn’t the real fight, Steve.” Sam was right.
“All right, Sam. What’s the play?”
“We need a diversion, something big.”
“I got something kinda big,” Scott chimed in before AV could volunteer, and I could feel the frustration course through their muscular, sinewy frame – a tightly coiled spring that was ready to snap, and we were so close to our target now. All we needed was the opportunity. Our orders had been clear from the beginning. Help where we could, but remain undetected until the last possible moment to give us the best odds against Vision. Even at full strength, we didn’t have a shot without the element of surprise. “But I can’t hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don’t come back for me.”
“He’s gonna tear himself in half?”
“You sure about this, Scott?”
“I do it all the time. I mean once, in a lab, and I passed out.” Then all we heard was some kind of mantra chanting before there was suddenly a giant – literally in our midst. Holy shit.
“I guess that’s the signal,” Steve said, grinning.
“Way to go, tic tac,” Sam grinned, zooming by. Clint, Wanda and AV blocked the path for Steve and Bucky as they ran past, keeping the cat at bay. We scowled, glancing across the field, realizing we had lost sight of Natasha. Where had she gone? I watched as Vision cannonballed into Scott’s chest, knocking him back several paces into an airplane. Then the android stopped, hovering in the air, looking at something over Scott’s shoulder. We followed his gaze, catching sight of Steve and Bucky. Shit.
Vision phased through Scott’s chest, his laser focusing on the tower, collapsing it directly int the two super-soldier’s paths. Wanda’s magic caught it, allowing them to pass. We were distracted from Vision as Wanda screamed in pain. Rhodes. We diverted course immediately, invisible tendrils wrapping around Rhode’s ankles and dragging him to the ground, breaking his aim on Wanda and releasing her. Vision was going to her side, and we scoffed. It would serve him right if we pounced him now. We watched as the quinjet took off from the hanger. They made it. Almost. Natasha was pointing her fist at the cat dude. We blinked. What?
Rhodes immediately took off after the quinjet even as it started picking up speed, and Sam followed hot on their heels. They were going to catch up. Sam started firing at Rhodes. We tensed when Vision looked up from Wanda. Shit. White tendrils, finally visible, shot out of from everywhere, grabbing vision, spinning him around a few times like a shot put and flinging him away just as he lined up the shot. It went wide. Very wide. Wanda’s green eyes caught me and she smiled.
“Touché,” she murmured, shaking her head. I helped her to a seated position, checking for any lasting injuries. “I’m okay,” she chuckled. AV’s wide eyes blinked at her, and smiled cheekily.
“Fling for fling,” they said. Wanda laughed.
“Fair. Do me a favor, though, bubs, okay?” AV frowned, looking at her intently.
“Yessss, witchy.”
“Turn invisible again and get out of here for me, okay?” AV hissed, and we shook our head.
“Come and get us later.”
“I will,” AV wrapped Wanda in their arms, lifting her easily to her feet, fading into invisibility again before letting go. “See you soon.”
It was inevitable to happen sometime. One of the miscreants you taught got you sick. And Kate, by default. You spent the better part of the weekend on the couch in the fetal position, with Kate curled tightly into your chest, holding on for dear life as you waited for the fever to break. By the time Sunday rolled around, you were feral, stir-crazy and desperate for many different forms of release all at once. While you got the full fever, body aches and nausea, Kate got away with only the sniffles, and made it her mission to do whatever possible to take care of you. Which was why she didn’t see you sneak a glance at your cell phone while she went to the kitchen to fetch you another cup of apple cider. You glanced down at the text message from Yelena and smirked. She was feisty too, and when Yelena was feisty, everyone was in for a time. You replied and slid the device back into your pocket before Kate returned, two steaming mugs in her hands, Lucky weaving himself in and out of her feet. As it turns out, the goodest boy was also not a fan of your illness, and kept bringing you a stuffed pizza in an effort to cheer you up. You squirmed on the couch, sighing in exasperation as Kate rushed to your side and immediately tucked you back in.
“I’m feeling better, you know,” you grumbled. Kate grinned, kissed the top of your forehead and ignored your protests, shoving the mug into your hand and watching you as you took a sip. She seemed to be extra close to patting your head when you glared up at her and her hand paused before making contact with your hair. She cleared her throat and sat beside you on the couch again, waiting patiently to be tugged into your lap again once you got settled. Instead, you got to your feet, swaying only slightly and she watched with raised eyebrows as you made your way to the stairs. “Gonna take a shower and clean up a bit. Did you want…” Kate rushed to your side and wrapped her arms around your waist before you could finish the question and you chuckled as you both walked up the stairs to the loft together.
You picked out comfortable and clean clothes for you both – joggers and your oversized hoodie for you. You had a plan, and the longer it went before Kate catching on, the better. For Kate, a pair of your jogging shorts. The girl was always a million degrees, especially when she ended up in your hoodie with you – which was nearly every time you tried to wear it. Satisfied with your selection, Kate led you by the hand into the bathroom. You had a routine by now, and you smiled at the simplicity of your comfort with each other. The ease in which Kate let you take control, sick or not. You followed her into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Once you were both inside you turned the water on to practically boiling. You moved forward and Kate moved back until her ass was resting against the counter. She lifted her arms immediately, allowing you to slip the t-shirt over her head with no resistance. She was wearing your boxers – said she liked feeling you while she slept – and those slid off just as easily. Judging by how clearly you could smell her, you weren’t the only one who was feral by the weekend’s sickness-enforced celibacy. All you knew was that both of you were on edge, moments away from snapping. You just had to drag it out a little bit longer.
Once Kate was undressed, you stepped away freeing her from her trapped position against the counter. She spun around, letting you get a good look and you growled instinctively at the sight of her. It was hardly an accident when she backed herself against you, squirming slightly, making your fingers clench immediately. “Now, now, pet.” You murmured. Kate whined immediately as your lips went to her neck, leaving a wet line across her naked shoulder. She spun around again, your hands resting on her hips as her warm fingers slid under your shirt and you allowed her to pull it over your head. Your sweats were next, and you noticed Kate’s sharp intake of breath when she slid them over the curve of your ass, her fingers following the material easily. Before she could get on her knees like she seemed moments away from doing, you backed into the shower, grabbing her hand and tugging her in after you. The water hit your skin first as you shielded her from the heat with your body. You washed her painstakingly slowly, allowing your fingers to trace over her skin, raising goosebumps as you went. By the time you guided her back under the water to rinse off, she was trembling in your hands and the heat of the water felt like ice compared to the temperature of her skin against yours.
She watched with hungry eyes as you washed and rinsed yourself. If you let her get her hands on you, it would be incredibly difficult for her to stop. Truthfully, you didn’t want her to stop – just wanted to delay her starting for a little while longer. Kate whined louder when you got out of the shower without giving her the reward she certainly deserved, and you smirked as you held out her towel, wrapping it around her shoulders and rubbing vigorously. You towel dried your hair, and Kate’s eyes never left your tits, your toned stomach, your numerous tattoos, or your legs, her eyes following every escaping water droplet down the path of your body. Catching her staring for the fourth or fifth time, you grinned and gestured to her pile of clothes that you left neatly folded on the edge of the bed. The huff that left her mouth was nearly bratty but amusing at the same time. You took your time, and when the doorbell rang downstairs and caught Kate by surprise, you knew your timing had worked.
“Answer the door for me, princess. I’ll be down in a minute,” you murmured, kissing the top of her forehead. Kate frowned, but obeyed without a word. You waited until you heard her retreating footsteps down the stairs before you sprang into action.
…
By the time you made it downstairs, Yelena and Wanda had already claimed the smaller couch. Kate stood beside them, looking unsure of what she was supposed to be doing, rushing to your side immediately as you appeared at the base of the staircase. She looked at you questioningly but you shrugged rather than explain, grabbing her hand and leading you both to the other couch that you would be sharing. It didn’t take long for Kate to realize that something was happening. She inched closer and closer to your lap, but you didn’t take the bait to pull her on fully. Instead, you lay down behind her, adjusting the pillows and leaving plenty of room in front of you in case Kate wanted to join you. Yelena wasn’t happy unless she was picking the movie, and she had claimed the remote the second she stepped into the living room, so you were all at her mercy. It was only moments into whatever nonsense she had chosen that Kate decided to lay down. At first, it was hard to tell. The way the blanket bunched between you made it a possibility but not a certainty. Halfway through the film, Kate got fed up with the blanket, tugging it over you both and shoving her ass back into you. Then it was unmistakable. You chuckled, leaning forward as your arms wrapped securely around Kate’s waist, tugging her backwards even harder.
“See how good you can be for me mutt,” you groaned in her ear as her hips began moving in a circular motion against the strap that Kate was suddenly very aware of. By the time the first movie ended, Kate’s hips were grinding against yours in a stead, predictable pattern. Not enough to get her close. But enough to satiate her temporarily. Until she realized this game was long term. You glanced across the room at Yelena, whose knowing smirk mirrored your own. Wanda was between Yelena’s legs, leaning back against her chest, as stiff as a board. If you had to guess, you bet you could figure out what game Yelena was playing with her pet for the day. Yelena flipped on the next film and you decided to ramp it up a few notches. You knew Kate was good for it.
Squirming only slightly behind her, you maneuvered your joggers over your hips, freeing the strap finally. You guided it with your hand slowly between Kate’s legs before removing it, rubbing it against her ass instead. It took seconds before she was practically panting, rutting her hips against you. “Shhh,” you warned, removing the strap from between her legs one more time. Kate bit her lip to keep from whining. She nodded that she understood. It was easy to slide it into her shorts, coating the tip in her arousal and moving it torturously slowly. Kate’s attention was drawn away from the teasing by a faint sound from the other side of the room. Wanda’s eyes were clenched shut, her hands were balled into fists, and Yelena’s hand had a fistful of her hair, exposing her neck.
“Don’t make me lose, котенок,” Yelena’s voice was a low growl and you smirked when you felt Kate’s hands under the blanket clenching your thighs, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indentations behind.
“You can take it.” You growled into her ear. She nodded, finally understanding the game, spreading her legs slightly wider to grant you access. The tip of the strap slid inside her finally and she clutched at your joggers, resisting every urge to rock her hips and force you in deeper.
“You’re going too easy on her.” Yelena’s voice caught you by surprise, but the attitude didn’t. You chuckled, sinking your teeth into the flesh of Kate’s shoulder as your hips jerked forward, sliding inside of her suddenly. Kate’s fists clenched your thighs harder but she didn’t make a sound.
Wanda, unsurprisingly broke first. “I’m so proud of you,” you murmured, licking and sucking on Kate’s neck as the brunette across the room got her orgasm ruined by a few not-so-gentle slaps to the clit as Yelena teased her. Kate moaned into your ear as you started pushing into her harder, your grip on her hips unrelenting.
“Doesn’t your mutt want her reward?” Yelena smirked. Kate practically howled when you pulled the strap from her pussy, crawling over Kate to stand up, beckoning Yelena over.
“What do you think, pet? You’ve been such a good girl,” you murmured, your fingers trailing tenderly across Kate’s cheek.
“Anything you want, Professor, please.” Kate’s eyes were wide and adoring. Your eyes locked for a long, extended moment before Yelena scoffed, breaking the mood and reminding you both that other people were present. Wanda, forced to watch the festivities rather than participate in them as her punishment had little choice after Yelena secured her wrists and ankles, leaving her no option but to observe without touching.
“Могу ли я?” Yelena remembered her manners after her fingers were already digging into Kate’s hips, forcing her onto her stomach on the couch as her hazel eyes searched yours, waiting for permission. Typical Yelena to touch first and ask later. You nodded, taking a spot near Kate’s head.
“Open, mutt,” you growled. Kate’s mouth opened obediently immediately with no hesitation as you guided the tip of your strap past her lips. “Clean it off for me.” Your voice softened when Kate smiled around the strap, already drooling as Yelena’s fingers slid inside of her easily. Kate came for the first time, her legs spread with Yelena licking her feverishly while fingering her while her lips were still wrapped securely around your strap, cleaning her own arousal off of it thoroughly.
The second time, Kate was straddling your mouth, riding you like an out-of-control cowgirl while Yelena rode your freshly-cleaned strap, Yelena’s tongue immediately taking control of Kate’s mouth as a fist in her hair held her in place. The third and fourth times, Kate was riding you again, Yelena’s fingers pinching and twisting her nipples as she rubbed herself against Kate’s ass. The mutt had collapsed, exhausted on your chest after several hours, your fingers tangling in her hair as you smiled, praising her, holding her tight against you. By the time Yelena and Wanda excused themselves, the mutt was pawing at you visibly, nearly whining from being denied for too long.
Before either of you heard the final bang of the door announcing that Yelena had made her exit, Kate’s nails were scratching up your sides, her fingers digging into the straps of the harness around your hips, tugging it lose easily. Once free, Kate’s hands moved back up to your tits, kneading and pulling the skin, scratching over your nipples as her mouth left a damp trail downwards. She tugged the remnants of your joggers roughly over your foot, spreading your legs wide with her hands as she inhaled sharply, catching your eyes and waiting for you to grant her permission to have what she wanted.
“Go ahead princess,” you murmured softly, eyes drooping in a happy exhaustion. They opened wide again when Kate’s lips wrapped securely around your clit with little warning and she began sucking in exactly the way she knew you liked. You were already embarrassingly close, having gone without her touch for days, and it was harder than you wanted to admit to retain any semblance of self-control. Kate seemed to sense the struggle as her nails dug into your thighs and she moaned into your pussy.
“Please,” You glanced down, watching as she licked her lips, following the movement of her tongue. Fuck. “Let go, baby.” Your heart traveled a rapid circuit from your chest to your toes and back at the name and at the sudden sensation of the flat of Kate’s tongue licking steadily on the underside of your clit before sucking it harshly again. Your hips began rocking into her mouth faster and faster, her hands finally forced to your hips to try to make your movements more manageable. She moaned again when your fingers clenched her hair, dragging her mouth even closer. As your movements became even more erratic, Kate’s arms wrapped around your thighs, dragging you against her ready and eager mouth, knowing full well how to read you by now. You didn’t have time to be surprised at her strength again before she was forcing you to cum on her tongue, her movements not relenting as she drove you over the edge, sucking your clit back into her mouth as soon as your high had peaked, dragging you into another one. A fierce make-out later, both of you collapsed in each other’s arms, exhausted but happy.
“How are you feeling?” Kate nuzzled into your neck, your arm immediately pulling her closer.
“Perfect. You?”
Kate smiled and blushed before she answered. “Ditto.”
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you're not allowed to harvest the organs of a corpse unless it gave you explicit written permission to do so when it was still alive, no matter how badly the guy down the hall needs a new kidney. why should women have less say over what happens to their own bodies than the dead?
“Would you like to explain to me why there is currently a mutt dangling about a foot off the floor by the wrists in your classroom, Dr. Ivanoff?” You raised your eyes from the test you were grading to the doorway, where a certain redhead was standing and smirking at you.
“Not particularly,” you grumped back at her, leaning back in your chair and stretching out your aching limbs. The class, by and large, had ignored your numerous warnings about rereading the material, and had apparently also not been taking proper notes. It was infuriating, and it was hardly your fault that your patience was a little on edge.
“Try again,” Natasha murmured, gliding effortlessly into the room and closing the door behind her. You watched as she plopped a pile of papers off of one of the chairs, inviting herself to a seat. You watched her while she moved. She wasn’t here to scold you. If anything, she seemed slightly amused. If anything, Natasha was more than used to your antics.
“You’ve been to my lectures. It’s a new visual aid.” You smirked as Natasha mulled over that piece of information, fighting to keep the smile from her face. She was amused by you. Your time together recently seems to have softened her towards you professionally. You genuinely didn’t know what to make of it.
“Strappado. Spanish Inquisition. I’m familiar,” your boss’s voice was playful and wry. You closed your eyes, thinking back to an hour earlier when you had been testing a new technique.
…
“That’s new.” Kate’s always cheerful voice couldn’t derail your spiraling bad mood as you glanced at the note that had been taped to your classroom door. Kate’s voice didn’t even register at first as you seethed at the necessity of having to meet with a student’s parents to explain why their offspring seemed incapable of passing your class. Showing up once in awhile wouldn’t hurt. “Professor?” Kate’s question finally forced your eyes off of the note as you shoved it into your vest pocket. That was another hour’s problem. You followed Kate’s line of sight to the ceiling, remembering the pully that you had been working with.
“It’s a visual aid for the Spanish Inquisition module coming up.” You shrugged, walking past Kate towards your supply cabinet to fetch the rope. After slinging it over your shoulder, adjusting the pully to Kate’s height specifications and fetching a step-stool from the utility closet, you beckoned Kate closer. “Come.” You weren’t surprised necessarily by the laugh that came from her mouth. You inhaled, held the breath for a moment and recentered. “Come.” She laughed again. The pup was off of her game today and completely failing to read the room. Or you. Time for some fun.
You turned towards Kate, a familiar glint in your eye. Your next word was punctuated with a snap and a point at your feet. She leaped into action immediately.
“Yes, Professor.” She mumbled. You smiled, tilting her face up just a smidge and planting a soft kiss on her lips. She perked up immediately. You positioned the stool under the rope and helped her climb up. Once in position, you climbed onto the desk.
“Wrists.” You murmured, kissing Kate’s shoulder, which was once again in reach. Kate extended her hands obediently and you looped a smaller rope through them, securing them cleanly. “Tug.” You watched as she obeyed, flexing the muscles in her forearms. The knot tightened securely. Satisfied her wrists weren’t moving, you reached up to tug on the hook, fastening it in the loop around Kate’s wrists. Adding a couple of layers of rope to secure the entire apparatus, you climbed down from the desk, admiring your handiwork. Kate waited patiently as you walked a circle around your desk and her position, double checking that everything was secure again. Satisfied, you pressed a button in your pocket, raising the hook – and Kate – off of the ground by the wrists, stretching her arms and back. “How do you feel, pet?” You grinned up at her, unsurprised to find her cocky grin clearly visible on her face.
“Feels nice. Good stretch.” She grinned. You watched as her shoulders flexed, allowing yourself to admire your over-confident pet.
“Two options, love.” Your smirk was dangerous, and it did not escape Kate’s attention that your gaze now was purely predatory. “I can let you down now, and you can help me grade papers…” you paused, and caught the gleam in Kate’s eyes. She hated grading papers, and much preferred sitting on your lap, attempting to distract you while you did it.
“Option two.” Kate answered immediately, and you smirked and raised your eyebrows.
“Are you sure?” You asked, walking closer, your fingertips tracing up Kate’s joggers, up her thighs.
“Fuck yes. Professor.” Kate was practically vibrating in excitement now, certain that she was going to get a reward. You smiled, leaning forward, nipping at her thighs with your teeth as your hands moved up to her ass, squeezing firmly.
“You sure, pretty girl?” You nuzzled against her, growling at the smell of her. “Final answer?”
“Final answer.”
As soon as the words were out of Kate’s mouth completely, you nipped at her pussy through her joggers before moving away.
“My girl gets to show me how strong she is, then.” you smirked in satisfaction at the whine that immediately left Kate’s mouth as she realized I was not going to give her the reward she expected, and you were moving away.
“You can’t leave me here, Professor.” Her sentence stopped you in your tracks, and you had to pause before turning around to make sure the smile was fully wiped off of your face before you could face her. Instead, you shoved your hands in your pocket, pivoting on your heel slowly, appraising the woman in front of you.
“Can’t I?”
…
Natasha smirked as you finished telling the story, rolling her eyes in fake exasperation.
“The mutt has been whining for you non-stop, I could hear it from my office,” she chuckled, shaking her head. You smiled wistfully. That’s your girl.
“I’ll go rescue her,” you murmured, standing and stretching. Natasha caught your hand as you passed, squeezing.
“Don’t go too easy on her.” You grinned at her and winked.
“Do I ever?”
…
It was easy enough to release Kate from the ropes. You lowered her securely, breathing in the smell of her, clenching your fists as you resisted the urge to eat her alive in the middle of your classroom. Instead of kissing her, ravaging her or giving into her whines, you slung her over your shoulder instead, smirking as you grabbed her ass for good measure on the way out. If you had to come to campus on your weekends, you were going to have fun.
Kate squirmed incessantly in her seat for the entire ride home. She reached for your hand, and you allowed her to lace your fingers together. At a particularly long light, she gasped into your mouth when you tugged her forward by the collar, crashing your lips together. She opened her mouth immediately, whining and nearly attempting to crawl over the center console to get in your lap. A gentle hand on her chest stopped her, but when your tongue finally retreated and you pulled away, she was fully panting, and a light sheen of sweat was clearly visible.
“Did you like that, puppy?” you murmured, your thumb tracing lightly over her lips. She immediately sucked it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it instantly, her eyes closing at the taste of your skin. She nodded instead of answering.
She followed you silently up the stairs to your apartment, walking patiently with you and Lucky before returning to your apartment. Instead of heading for the loft as she was expecting, however, she started whining again when you headed for your office instead, but she followed you regardless. She huffed when you sat at your desk, pulling out another stack of tests and your marker. You stared at her, tapping your pen on the desk.
“I miss you.” The whisper was so soft that it almost didn’t register, but you swore at this point that her voice just echoed in her head whether it was audible or not. You smiled, rolling your chair back. Kate was so eager, she practically dove underneath, settling into place. You grinned when you felt the familiar sensation of her nuzzling on your leg.
Half an hour later, the nuzzling had progressed into practically riding your leg under your desk, and the movement was starting to make your writing sloppy. You smirked, rolling your chair back again, counting down to the inevitable whine at the loss of contact. Peering under the desk, you found Kate’s eyes staring back at you, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Are you finished, professor?” She asked, nearly bouncing up and down in excitement. You rested your palm on the top of her head to prevent any accidental bumps.
“Not yet, princess.” You chuckled when Kate’s smile faded immediately, and the beginnings of a pout appeared at the corners of her lips. “Oh really?” Kate’s mouth froze mid-motion as she immediately second-guessed her decision. Her hands on your thighs kept creeping higher and you grabbed them and kissed them before allowing them to drop. You moved your chair back further. “Come.” You pointed to the floor in front of you, and Kate chuckled. Again. “Take off the hoodie.” You held your arms open as Kate crawled towards you on her knees, her cool fingers against your burning skin as she grazed your stomach before grabbing the material and lifting it gently, guiding it up over your head. “You can have that. Play with that until I’m done.” Kate took the material from your hand reverently, inhaling sharply at the scent of you all over it. She nodded, nearly drooling as she moved back to her place under your desk.
All you heard for the next however long were the moans from under your desk, increasing in volume and frequency as your mutt rode your hoodie under your desk while you worked. One of her hands was on you at all times, your leg keeping her steady as her movements became anything but.
“Please.” Kate whined into your leg, pressing her mouth to your inner thigh, hitting a sensitive spot just right. Fuck. Your fingers reached under the desk, looping in the ring on Kate’s collar while you simultaneously slid your chair back, dragging Kate forward by the collar. You didn’t stop tugging until she raised on her knees and your lips sought hers greedily, your tongue invading her mouth with no resistance. Kate’s fists clenched at her sides, desperate to touch you. You guided her into your arms and she reciprocated immediately, squeaking only slightly when you grabbed her ass, standing with her and perching her on the corner of your desk. Her arms looped around your neck as you tugged at her joggers, not caring where they landed as you tugged them off.
You sank back into your chair as your tongue found her clit, sucking it eagerly into your mouth, your hands on her ass tugging her forward. Kate’s hands clung to the edge of the desk as you restricted her movements, giving her what she wanted in a way she couldn’t use.
“Fuck. Please.” You nearly growled as she pushed her hips as far as possible upward, searching for a better angle. You released her ass, moving your arms under her knees instead, angling her backwards and forcing her onto her elbows on your desk as you reattached your mouth to her clit, sucking harder. She was pushing down on your fingers as soon as she felt them, her entire body trembling. She tapped frantically on the desk to alert you. You smiled and nodded, feeling the familiar gush over your tongue as she came for you finally, collapsing as your arms tugged her forward, pulling her down into your lap. After a few moments of stroking her hair and kissing her neck, she was drooling into your neck. Moving forward carefully so as not to disturb the precious pup, you scooted your chair forward again, wrapping your arms securely around Kate’s body and holding her in place while you turned your attention back to grading.
