Summary — Professor Romanoff is known for being strict and unapproachable, but you can’t help the way your thoughts wander whenever she’s around. When she calls you to stay after class right after catching you zoning out in class, you expect a lecture. Instead, you find yourself in some kind of unexpected situation.
Warning(s) — Age gap relationship, g!p Natasha, swearing, smut, breeding kink, risky sex, blowjob, fingering, non con if you squint.
Notes — I hope you guys can please forgive some of my spelling mistakes, cuz english is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this one-shot. @upsideworld my queen corrected my grammar :3
Miss Romanoff was your toughest professor.
She’s confident, gorgeous, and surely intimidating. She has a reputation for expecting nothing less than excellence, often scolding or nagging her students whenever something doesn't go the way she expected, perhaps she was the meaning of the word perfectionism to the extreme.
Unfortunately for you, she's also incredibly distracting.
You once remember finding yourself drooling as you watched her walk around the classroom wearing a black pencil skirt and a white dress shirt, the top buttons slightly undone, letting your mind wonder what the rest of her looked like underneath.
Today, however, she was wearing navy blue satin pants, a black dress shirt and a blazer in the same color as the pants. She also wore square glasses that did just justice to her magazine-cover-worthy profile.
Your eyes roamed over her stoically, lips parted as your eyes began to burn from the time you didn't blink. You couldn't help yourself, it's not your fault that you short-circuit whenever a beautiful woman was near you.
You remember the times she helped you with some translation exercises, how she would stand behind you, leaning over your shoulder and holding your wrist, giving you a slight taste of what the correct answer was, but all you could focus on at the moment was how her breasts pressed against your shoulder or how stupidly perfect she was at speaking Russian. But of course, it was her native language after all.
There were also times when she had already gotten on your case. Her eyebrows furrowing, her lips forming a pout as she corrected your homework, noticing a grammar mistake so silly that it made her roll her eyes internally.
You had a serious problem learning new languages, and it wasn't easy having to deal with the fact that maybe your teacher hated you. Or maybe she was your fan in disguise.
You often found yourself arriving late to class, and every time you could see the woman roll her eyes while mumbling something in the unknown language, sometimes even not letting you enter the class after a certain time.
But as always, you inattention never goes unnoticed by the teacher.
Now specifically was a great example.
As your mind wandered between a thousand and one dark thoughts, you barely noticed the reddish figure approaching.
A loud noise takes you back to reality, snapping your head towards the source of the noise, which was none other than Natasha Romanoff herself, slamming her ruler against the table hard enough for the entire room to hear it and turn their curious heads in your direction.
You see the eyebrows stitched down in an angry expression. Lips twisted down and nose turned up were what highlighted the expression. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, as you now acquired a blank face in utterly confusion.
“If you’re not going to pay attention, perhaps you’d like to explain the material to the rest of us?” The teacher growled, tapping her index fingernail on your desk as she tilted her head slightly, strands of her reddish bangs falling over her pale face.
At the same moment your lips parted, half open, cheeks acquiring a rosy state as she let each word flow from her dark red lips. Eyes now slowly widening, pupils shrinking as the reality of the situation sank in.
You swallowed hard, feeling your lips dry as you now rushed to explain yourself, getting tangled up in your own words. "I...I'm sorry, i was... i was zoning out." You took a deep breath, collecting your scattered words for a better dialogue, lowering your head slightly, strands of hair now covering your embarrassed face. "That won't happen again."
Lie.
She knew better.
Deep down, maybe all this air of dominance has made you aroused, which results in your legs crossing under the table, which does not go unnoticed by Miss Romanoff, who raises an eyebrow in your direction before silently walking away, muttering, "Stay after class, we're going to have a serious talk about your... manners."
The moment she said that, you spent the rest of class worrying. Despite being terrible at Russian and occasionally skipping classes, you were a good student overall... at least in other subjects, and your parents would really ask you later if you got a warning.
The last hours goes smoothly, with some snarky comments from the teacher towards other students acting in a way that she considers stupid here and there but nothing much beyond that.
Other than that, everything was normal, if you didn't count your anxious mind that was making you feel like burning alive.
You barely notice when the sun begins to set, only noticing when you hear the huge Russian dictionary she carries close, drawing your curious eyes to her desk, which makes you swallow your own saliva. "That's all for today. Everyone can go, except y/n."
Everyone around you starts to put away their materials, even you, but slowly, still stuck in your thoughts.
Little by little the room begins to empty, leaving only the two of you in the end. Natasha, arms crossed, leaning against her own table, looked you up and down, noticing your trembling figure groping your backpack before locking eyes with hers.
Your heart pounding, expecting her to berate you. Instead, Natasha leans back, walking towards her chair, sitting in and crossing her legs right after. Her piercing green eyes fixed on you.
"Tell me, do you think this is all some kind of joke?" She cracked, tilting her head as she analyzed your lack of posture. Yet another thing for her to keep in mind to treat on you.
"No, never, Miss Romanoff!" You answered in record time, swallowing hard as you blushed slightly, shaking your head from side to side in denial before taking a deep breath and continuing. "I just get distracted easily."
You watch her shoulders slump, her expression falling for a few seconds as she seems lost in her own thoughts. “If you’re so easily distracted, perhaps I should teach you a different kind of lesson... Maybe I should use another teaching method?” Her voice is low, almost teasing, and the air between you crackles with tension.
You are caught off guard, your impure mind automatically wandering to inappropriate thoughts, leaving you wanting to mentally beat yourself up over it. You swallowed hard, flaring your nostrils as you tried to appear natural, which you clearly failed at.
What had started later as a scolding quickly turns into something more as she steps closer, dragging her heels across the floor with a sharp noise, finally stopping in front of you, brushing her fingers against your chin to force your gaze up to hers. “Tell me,” she murmured, her lips dangerously close, “is this what you’ve been thinking about during my lectures?”
You panic, your breathing quickening inexplicably, your heart almost beating out of your chest, your eyes wide as you smile embarrassedly.
"Answer." She growled, showing you that the situation was not to be trifled with, and your delay in positioning yourself was not tolerated.
You take a deep breath, licking your dry bottom lip before muttering a, "Think... what?" You mumbled, pretending not to understand, looking away but being forced to look back into the teacher's blazing eyes, who tightened her grip on your chin, forcing your head up.
"Try again." She said, her voice bordering on a powerful growl.
"Yes." You replied immediately, not wanting to even think about what she would do if you irritated her any further.
At this same moment, Natasha’s icy demeanor melts just a little, a smirk appearing on her red lips, eyes half closed as she puffed out her chest, releasing your chin.
She then takes control of the situation, Stretching one hand out to your wrist, feeling your skin burn against her icy touch, an almost thermal shock reaction, guiding you slowly to her desk, at the moment, abusing of her authority.
Your back hits the wooden table, eyes not straying from hers for even two milliseconds.
Natasha smiled, tilting her head as she forced you to sit on the table, spreading your legs slowly so that you skirt would rode up.
This couldn't be about to happen, it was everything you dreamed of, and you were spreaded out in front of your Russian teacher. The same teacher who seemed to adore your confused expression, The same teacher who just a few minutes ago you swore had something against you.
Well, in a few minutes she's really going to have something against you.
Your gaze drops to her hands that were resting on your thighs, as if she had years of experience in this and had no shame at all.
You swallow hard, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as doubt creeps in. She’s stopped now, her gaze fixed intently on the damp spot between your legs.
"You have such a dirty mind, don't you?" Natasha hummed, dragging her index finger across your knee before popping her tongue out at the top of her mouth.
You neither confirm nor deny, your silence drawing a low chuckle from the teacher. She leans in closer, her warmth pressing against you as her lips brush near your ear. "Let's see if you still think that way."
Her lips collide with yours without warning, her hands gripping your waist with a possessive urgency.
Natasha brings one of her hands to your neck, tilting your head to the side for better access, ignoring how stiff you were at the beginning of the kiss as she slowly introduced her tongue against your closed lips.
You gasp for air, being broken into by Miss Romanoff's skillful tongue, eyelids fluttering shut before wrapping your arms around her neck.
You didn't expect it, but you wouldn't miss the opportunity either.
Raising your chest upwards, you feel her hands slide down your thighs, snaking her fingers under your skirt, curling her index finger in the thin fabric, tugging it down.
An overwhelming feeling avalanches within you, your burning body in contrast to the woman's icy body standing out. You feel her tongue sliding against yours with ease, every now and then Natasha would roll her tongue against yours, sucking the tip of it, to then nibble on your lower lip devilishly.
Her hands wrap around you once more, now using the support to move her lips from yours towards your throat, nibbling the spot in between wet kisses.
You feel your body being pushed forward a little, legs spread wide and sparing no effort in wrapping them around your teacher's waist.
Your hands go towards her reddish strands, grabbing a good part so that your nails could go towards the back of her neck, scratching the area slightly.
Teeth chattering against each other, you half-open your eyes and bring one of your hands to Natasha's chest, sliding your hand through the opening of the buttons, surprised by the soft and exaggerated pair she had.
She smiles against your skin, nibbling at your pulse point, licking her bottom lip before she lets out a sigh as she rubs her pelvis against yours, allowing some of your sensitivity to notice something.
In the midst of all this you had failed to notice before, but now everything was much clearer. Dropping your eyes down you notice the huge bulge against your center, a damp spot in the middle of her pants. That makes you blush extremely at the sight.
You tried to say something, being silenced by a hoarse moan that escapes Miss Romanoff's lips, grinding against you in an almost needy way, her eyebrows drawing together in need, lips half open, her tongue darting out between her teeth.
You swallow hard, moaning softly just at hearing this angelic sound, almost desperately running your hand towards the waistband of her pants, sliding your hand down the bulge, feeling the damp spot against your fingers.
Natasha gasps, smiling against your skin, lifting her chin up in pride. "Eager? Oh sweetie, we still have a long way to go." She whispered, climbing her hands between your waist and legs, moaning softly right after when you were quick enough to unbutton her pants, dragging her ruined white underwear down just a little, her rigid member hitting against her own belly.
You tremble in delight, licking your lips, dragging your index finger against the tip, watching the pleased expression on your teacher's face.
Natasha’s eyes darken with satisfaction as she watches you, her lips curving into a teasing smirk. The warmth of her breath caresses your skin as she leans in closer, her fingers trailing a slow, deliberate path up your torso, dragging your shirt up along the way. Every touch is electric, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, and you can feel your body tightening in anticipation.
"You’re shaking," she murmurs, her voice a velvet purr against your ear. "Is that excitement, or are you getting impatient with me?"
She doesn’t give you a chance to answer before her lips find the pulse point on your neck, sucking just hard enough to make your breath hitch. Her hands, so steady yet maddeningly slow, roam lower, pressing against your hips with possessive intent. She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, her blue eyes studying you with predatory amusement.
"You’re so easy to unravel," she muses, her nails digging in just enough to make you squirm. "And I haven’t even really started yet."
Her words make your stomach flip, and you find yourself leaning into her touch, craving more—more pressure, more heat, more of her. Your hands move on their own, gripping at her sides, pulling her impossibly close. The warmth of her body seeps into yours, the scent of her—faint traces of vanilla and something distinctly Natasha—clouding your senses.
"Tell me what you want," she coaxes, her lips barely grazing yours, teasing, taunting.
Your breath stutters, but the words don’t come—not when she’s looking at you like that, not when she’s pressing against you in a way that leaves no space for coherent thought.
Natasha chuckles, clearly reveling in your struggle. "That’s okay," she murmurs, brushing her nose against yours. "I already know."
And then, just like that, she takes control again, capturing your lips in a slow, devastating kiss that leaves you gasping against her mouth.
One of Natasha's hands slides down to meet yours, guiding it with a steady pressure as she encourages you to move your hand up and down slowly.
The next moan that escapes the redhead's lips makes your head do imaginary pirouettes. The soft velvety sound of her voice being enough to send you over the edge.
Miss Romanoff was delighted. Your movements were slow, precise, and she couldn’t contain her whimpers, making a rush of boldness creep through your veins.
You bring your hands up towards her shoulders, grabbing her like a prey, pushing her away for a moment so you could easily slide down on your knees, bumping against the floor in a loud pop.
Natasha arched one of her eyebrows, looking down at you in wonder.
You could only smile, lifting you head up to look at her with doe eyes—glowing like glitter, your lips curling upwards in an evil almost innocent smile.
It was fake.
Natasha knew better.
You lift your hands up, finishing your work and pulling her pants all the way down to better acess.
You leaned up, your hands wrapping around the shaft eagerly.
You could see the smirk tugging at corner of her lips, brows knitting together in a small frown. "Are you for real?" She whispered almost in a mocking tone, as if you couldn't take it.
"Scared?" You replied authentically, puffing out your chest proudly.
The teacher scoffed, the smile on her face almost failing at the moment you looked so full of yourself. But she wasn’t going to back down either.
You hold one of her thighs tightly, your red nails digging into her skin like silk.
You lift your lips towards the tip, breathing in the sticky essence that had leaked previously.
It was now or never, you thought.
Your lips wrap around the head subtly, greedily embracing the member, lips wrapped like glue around it.
A breathless sigh escapes the older woman's lips, eyes trying to close shallowly as her lips open again so that she can let out a hoarse, drawn-out moan. "Fuck.."
Your hands, which were firmly gripping her member, beginning to move up and down as now you tried to slowly swallowed her.
It was a hard task, after all it wasn't a considered normal size.
You slowly lower your head, choking in the process of your work. Getting an inexplicable blush on your now inflated cheeks.
Natasha smiles through her teeth, looking down at you smugly, as if she was daring you to continue.
Your eyes, still glued to hers, took a while to adjust to the new position, tears began to threaten to come out due to the enormous size of her member, that makes you take a deep breath that send shivers through the teacher's spine.
Slowly you continue, not daring to stop or give up at this point in the game, you were willing to show her what you were capable of.
But were you really?
She growls through her parted lips, her fingers reaching for your hair in a moment of need, grabbing a handful of strands as she thrusts inside of your mouth with fervor.
You choke as you feel the tip of her cock hit your throat, leaving a bruise that wouldn't heal any time soon, but at the moment you had more things to worry about, for example now. Natasha starts to fuck your lips roughly, not giving you time to breathe as she slid her cock against your hoarse throat.
Your lips make involuntary sucking movements, resulting in shrill moans from the lips of the tallest woman, who at this moment barely cared about your well-being, right now you were nothing more than a toy to satisfy her.
Her tip hits against your sore throat forcing a light cough that makes Natasha let out an irritated grunt, just for the hell of it being even rougher, applying force with her hand behind your hair, pushing your head in and out of her member.
"You thought you're so confident, right detka?" She cooed, the sound of your mouth slapping against her pelvis being music to the teacher's skilled ears.
Your eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks, breathing erratically amidst strangled moans, gasping like a poor animal.
"Look at you, such a dumb slut for your teacher, aren't you?" Natasha hums with her lips parted in a macabre smile, leaving you on the verge of collapse, stirring the beast inside her like crazy.
A knot formed at the bottom of her stomach, and the older woman knew she was close, gradually increasing her speed, grunting as she closed her eyes in delight, enjoying the obscene noise of your mouth against her pelvis.
She continues her firm movements, her lips parting in ecstasy as she curses softly. "Fuck baby... that's it!"
In a fraction of a second the spring inside her collapses, ejaculating onto your swollen lips like a hot jet.
Slowly you feel her member slide out of your lips, and you automatically gasp for air desperately, collapsing to the floor in the middle of a cough, bringing your hands to your throat in a trembling way.
The swollen, red eyes go towards the teacher's, and the moment you saw her still stiff in front of you you knew it wasn't over yet.
"Up." She growled slowly.
You obey without blinking, staring at her stoically like a lost puppy, legs wobbly as you lean against the desk, sprawling your arms against the desk carefully.
You now hoarsely try to mumble some disjointed words, a plea for her to at least give you a little more time, but you knew that wouldn't happen.
Her hands wrap around your wrists, pushing your head down towards the table with a loud pop, straining against you like a hungry predator.
You grunt in pain, tears coiling in your swollen eyes.
"Maybe you do deserve a reward for being so good to me, huh?" She murmurs with her lips parted, bringing her lips to the base of your ear, nibbling on the lobe before letting out a scoff, now bringing her hands to your thighs, rising your skirt up as she slips her fingers inside the soaked material of your underwear.
She feels you vibrate in anticipation, a longing moan escaping your bruised lips as you grip the end of the table in anticipation, feeling two fingers slide beneath your folds with extreme ease.
Your lips part in a sharp moan, swallowing the cursed tears that flickered throught your clear orbs, pulling a wicked smile from her lips.
Natasha begins to loose you from the inside, stretching her slender fingers inside you like bait.
She thrusts inside you with ease, her fingers curling like a hook inside you, sliding deep enough that it was a borderline between pain and pleasure.
"Cat got your tongue?" She cooed slightly pleased with herself.
When you don't answer she laughs rudely, pulling her fingers out in a swift motion.
When you thought she had a shred of sanity and pity and would give you a break, you're contradicted by the way her member invades your heat, indulging a soft moan through your lips.
That was like music to her ears, and in response she doesn't even wait for you to adjust to the size, she soon takes you with fervor, attacking your insides with strong and precise bursts.
Your forehead slides against the wooden table, eliciting a thin grunt from those abused lips.
Her hands snaked around you, sliding her hand down to your lips, rubbing her thumb against your bottom lip, where you don't think twice about taking a bite of it, fully grasping it around your mouth.
You open and close your eyes tightly, feeling your insides being torn apart by the deep intensity that she had putted in.
She starts to thrust in and out of you, sliding like water inside you, with such ease and agility, moaning softly against your ear.
Her mind could only go over how she wanted to take you completely—fill you entirely, crush you like a piece of paper, tear off your shreds of hope like a useless puppet.
Natasha was definitely loosing her mind, and you more than anyone else was the blame for it.
She couldn’t help it, the way your core squeezed her shaft like a vice, your legs weak—knees wobbly and your arms splayed dumbly against the table.
It wasn't her fault you were so irresistible. "Look at you. You're taking me so well—such a greedy slut." She cooed against your ear, nails scratching your hips lightly as she sped up her movements, eliciting insatiable moans from her own lips.
You can't hold yourself back, feeling a wave invade you at that exact moment and your intestines churn inside. You whimper softly, not taking long to announce that you were close.
Natasha, realizing this, knowing that you wouldn't be able to contain yourself, accelerates her movements, bumping her hips against yours in a strong and continuous friction, slamming inside of you fast enough to make you gasp for air.
She growls softly, pressing her lips against your neck possessively, feeling how you tremble beneath her.
Natasha was also close, her insides churning in a continuous spring as she continued to pleasure both of them, not even taking time to rest.
When your core started crushing her from the inside, that was enough to throw everything out the window.
Miss Romanoff pours herself into you in a promising way, marking you, claiming you as hers.
You feel the viscous liquid fill you completely, making you also reach your peak shortly after her, coming apart in a wobbly and weak way at the same time.
Natasha's breathed heavily against your neck, clouding your senses, the feeling too good to be true, and you knew that you’ll never look at her—or her lectures—the same way again.
being in support of palestine isn’t antisemitic, it’s standing up for the basic human rights of palestinians that have not had them since 1948. they have not had peace for the last 75 years. children are born into this country, already threatened for the lives. an entire population is being killed off right in front of our eyes and people are just praising it.
you truly have to be sick in the head to tell palestine supporters to “read facts”. open a book and tell me about how palestinians are being ethnically cleansed, rights stripped from each other, citizens being MASSACRED in the public eye for millions to see. broadcasted like entertainment just for israel to play the victim card and say it’s a ‘war’.
churches, mosques, the gaza strip, homes, etc. containing palestinian citizens, have been bombed and destroyed while israel is using that $14.3 billion to continue to mock and talk down on palestine all across social media, acting like children. they fabricated children’s murders, claiming the blood is on the hands of palestine to try to make people feel empathetic.
Four times Agatha fails at cockwarming (and one time she doesn't)
The fourth attempt (based on this brainworm)
Word count: 5k
Warnings: agatha has a penis, restraints (on Agatha), breeding kink, jealousy, edging, orgasm denial, mommy kink, rio's a little annoying, think this is all?
The moment Agatha opens the door to the Westview Event Center for you, you immediately spot Rio’s head snap to look in your direction and you roll your eyes.
There is obviously nothing to worry about—Agatha would never and you trust her completely, but you still think it’s pathetic how Rio throws herself at your wife over and over again.
It really doesn't bother you as much as you act like it does, but you get a thrill out of how much Agatha overcompensates in her defense that her and Rio have nothing going on. It always ends up with her cock in your cunt as she tells you how much she loves you with every thrust.
“Did you look at the auction list I sent you?” Agatha asks. You turn to look at her and take in her silky purple blouse with buttons all the way down tucked into a perfectly-fitting, long, navy skirt. Her black heels tie together the outfit and there’s a glow from her pale skin that compliments her bright blue eyes.
You reach out and coil a strand of her loose, dark hair around your finger. “I did, but I didn’t see you on there.” You mockingly pout and she laughs before patting your chin.
“You don’t have to bid on me, honey, my heart already belongs to you,” she says sweetly and you snort.
“Not for me,” you say and lean in teasingly. “For Rio. I’m sure she’d jump at the chance to win a date with you.”
Agatha gives you an exasperated look and you wink before sashaying away to the hors d'oeuvres table. She follows you and picks the flatbread slice right out of your hand before sinking her teeth into it.
“You’re really going to start with Rio? We just got here,” she sighs through her chewing.
“And yet, she’s already coming over here,” you say dramatically and tilt your head to the left of the two of you, where the biology teacher is in fact making her way over.
Agatha confirms this with a quick glance and sighs before reaching out to lay a hand on your arm. “I’m sure it’s just about the assembly or something for next week. Why don’t you go bid on a few items, get something to drink, and I’ll catch up with you later? I promise I’ll get away from her as fast as I can.”
You hum in disbelief and don’t move. Rio saunters up to you, hazel eyes flicking back and forth smugly between you and Agatha. She’s wearing a green suit and you had to admit that she pulls it off rather well. Her shorter dark hair is straight and falls to just below her shoulders with two small braids that connect in the back.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she says, not sounding apologetic in the least, “Agatha, could I steal you for a second? Tony talked to Nick about getting more of a budget for the computer lab.” Her voice drops to a whisper at the last part like she doesn't want you to hear it and you almost roll your eyes. Agatha told you about this last week.
Your wife peeks at you like she’s asking for approval and you wave a hand dismissively. “Go talk about this top-secret development that no one outside of Westview Prep teachers can know about.”
Agatha smirks and Rio’s nostrils flare, annoyed at your sarcasm, before taking Agatha by the arm and pulling her away.
Left alone, like you knew you would be, you grab a plate of finger food and find a table to slump against. You reproachfully watch Agatha and Rio talking in a corner, your wife gesturing wildly, and you can’t help but feel a sting of jealousy.
“Where’s your other half?” a woman asks, sidling up next to you. You turn to find Wanda standing there, green eyes and red hair complimented by the long gray dress she’s wearing.
You point at Agatha and roll your eyes. You and the English teacher have become close and she knows that Rio gets on your nerves.
“With her work-wife already?” Wanda sighs and you choke on saliva, eyes bulging.
“Her what?”
Wanda grimaces. “In the staff meetings, Rio likes to refer to Agatha as that. Just an inside joke because they sit next to each other at lunch. I’ll tell you as many times as I need to, Agatha does not like her. You should see her every time someone brings you up—god, if someone talked about me the way that woman talks about you? That’s my dream. She loves you very much.”
Your cheeks heat up but your heart swoons. “Thanks.”
Agatha and Rio finally walk back over to join you and Wanda and you visibly perk up. Agatha wraps a hand around your waist so she can pull you to her and kiss your head. You lean into it happily.
“Could I steal you for a second?” you whisper, parroting Rio from earlier and it’s not missed on Agatha. “I want to bid on things.”
Agatha laughs and excuses both of you and Rio’s eyes are tinged with annoyance but she doesn’t say anything.
You drag Agatha from table to table, browsing the options. There’s a boat trip you can bid on, there’s a stainless steel grill, there’s a flatscreen television with an entertainment center, there’s signed copies of books—almost anything you can think of.
Unfortunately, other people have started bidding and the numbers are already higher than anything you’d want to pay so you settle for buying fifty dollars worth of tickets for the raffle, which is an all-expenses paid, one week vacation in Greece for two.
“Fancy a romantic getaway?” you ask while dropping in your tickets to the slot box and shaking it so hopefully you’ll get lucky.
Agatha watches you amusedly. “Think there’s a nude beach?”
The question goes straight to your cunt and fuck, now you can’t think about anything else besides you and her, walking hand-in-hand down a sandy beach in Greece, wearing absolutely nothing. Sitting together under an umbrella, her cock hard and your pussy wet from rubbing in sunscreen on each other. Waiting until it gets dark and everyone else leaves before she fucks you right then and there after being tortured all day.
She’s thinking about it, too, if the slight tent in her pants is any indication.
“Is that for me or for Rio?” you murmur with a smirk.
Agatha snorts before as casually as possible, tapping your ass. “Jealousy is rather unbecoming on you, honey.”
You shrug unaffected. “Don’t pretend you don’t like when I ‘be-coming’ on you.”
“Oh my god,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head, while you laugh at your immature joke.
The headmaster from Agatha’s school steps up to the podium at the front of the room and announces that prizes will be announced shortly so everyone should make their way back to their tables. Agatha takes your hand, squeezes it, and walks you back to the table with Rio and Wanda.
“Find anything good?” Wanda asks you. Rio and Agatha dive into a conversation right off the bat and you try to ignore them and focus on the English teacher.
“I put over fifty tickets into the raffle for Greece. I didn’t bid on anything because the offers were crazy. Someone put like two-thousand dollars on the grill. Clearly they don’t know the wonders of an airfryer.”
Wanda chuckles. “I’m sure that was Dottie.” She nods over to a tall, slender woman with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and a lime green dress on. “Probably wants to get it for her husband in hopes it’ll keep his attention on her for one night.”
Your mouth drops dramatically and you cover it with your hand. There’s something about other people’s drama that is so enticing and you can’t wait to talk to Agatha about it later.
Agatha, who is now casually resting a hand on Rio’s bicep as she says something. Your nose twitches.
“Hello and welcome to the sixty-fourth annual gala for Westview Prep!” the headmaster says loudly into the microphone and everyone winces at the static. Agatha takes her hand off Rio’s arm and you finally focus your attention on the podium. “Thank you all for coming and we’ve got some really fun prizes to give out, courtesy of the parents. Let’s give them a round of applause!”
Clapping breaks out and Rio leans over to whisper something in Agatha’s ear, hand on her elbow. Agatha laughs and nods.
You cannot wait until you get home so you can show Agatha exactly who she belongs to.
The headmaster begins rattling off the winners of the auction. Sure enough, Dottie wins the grill and you catch Wanda’s eye with a grin. Dottie squeals and gives the man next to her a kiss on the cheek, a short, stout man with a beer belly.
Your nose wrinkles in disgust. “He’s cheating on her?”
Wanda raises her shoulders. “I’ve heard some rumors. He’s always at a bar and doesn’t come home until morning. Won’t tell her where he’s been.”
Frowning, you realize that Agatha’s been staring at you and Wanda. You raise an eyebrow and she blows you a kiss. You return the gesture and she turns back to the front, satisfied. You keep clapping, now almost completely zoned out as the rest of the auction items are sold, and you’re only vaguely aware of Agatha and Rio chattering in your periphery.
“All right, and now we’ve arrived at the most anticipated item of the night,” the headmaster says and you perk up. “The seven night stay at an all-inclusive resort on the shore of Mykonos!”
He reaches into the box with the tickets and a hush falls over the room as he fishes around for the winner. You hold your breath and feel Agatha’s eyes on you. Even if you don’t win, you’ll still find a way to convince her to take you to Europe.
Luckily, you don’t have to worry about that because he calls your name and you squeal with excitement. You pull Agatha by the arm and smash your lips onto hers, feeling her grin matching yours, before running up to shake the headmaster’s hand and get the certificate.
You pose for a picture and your smile falters when you see Agatha and Rio huddled together, your wife’s hand on her waist and Rio’s on Agatha’s arm. It’s nothing more than a casual touch—you logically know that.
But the need to remind Agatha that she’s yours is burning your skin and you barely register the headmaster congratulating you again.
Like you’re on a mission, you storm back to your table where everyone awaits you with happy faces.
“I can’t believe we’re going to Greece!” Agatha exclaims.
“I am so jealous and please take me with you,” Wanda croons.
Rio meets your stare with her own raised eyebrow. “Such a romantic place,” she drawls, reaching over to pat Agatha on the back, and you glower before grabbing your wife’s hand.
“We need to go,” you say, providing no explanation at all. Agatha has only a second to glance at her fellow teachers with a confused look before you’re leading her out of the venue and to the car.
You reach into Agatha’s pocket and grab the keys, taking extra care to roughly brush her cock through the inside fabric, and she hisses. You slide into the driver’s seat because you’re sure she’d stall the car until you tell her what’s going on and the only thing you need right now is to get her home.
“We won a trip to Greece and you’re throwing a temper tantrum?” she asks lightly and you scoff. She sombers. “Baby, you don’t need to be jealous, okay?”
“I’m not jealous,” you say, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “I just want to make sure you know you’re mine.”
Agatha lays her hand on your shoulder before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Honey, of course I know. I’m all yours, just like you’re all mine.”
You sneak a peek at her to find her staring at you earnestly. Your mouth flattens into a serious line. “That’s right. And if Rio goes anywhere near your cock, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing she ever does.”
She hums. “You’re hot when you’re feisty.”
“I’m just possessive over what’s mine. Like your cock,” you say casually and she sucks in a deep breath. “I’m the only one who gets to touch it, to taste it, to fuck it. I’m the only one who gets to drive you crazy with need.”
Agatha whimpers and a quick glance down at her lap confirms that she’s half-hard, just from your words that barely say anything. You bite back a smirk. Maybe, to teach her a lesson, you’ll cockwarm her. But instead of it being a punishment for you…you wonder how easy it’ll be to get her to come despite you telling her she’s not allowed. How easy it’ll be to get her to lose control.
You rest a hand over the center console on Agatha’s thigh, feeling her muscle tense underneath you. You’re about five minutes from home as you begin to slowly drag your fingertips up and down the expanse of her covered leg while she grips the door. Each time, you get closer to the tip of her cock and there’s a small darkened spot from her precum.
As you pull into the driveway of your house, her cock is visibly at full hardness and she’s flushed when you look at her with a smug smile.
“Shall we?” you ask, turning off the car. Agatha nods quickly and frantically pushes open the door before walking up the driveway.
You take your time, knowing you have the house keys and wanting to draw out the moment a bit more. Agatha taps her foot impatiently by the front door while you’re in no hurry to check the mail from the box at the end of the driveway and then shuffle through it on your way to her.
She kicks off her heels the moment she gets into the house and you slide your own shoes off. She heads toward the kitchen, surely for a drink, but you clear your throat.
“Upstairs,” you say firmly, easily slipping into your role.
Agatha smirks, bemused by your little attempt to be in control. “Yes, ma’am,” she mockingly salutes.
You don’t respond and lead her upstairs, right to your bedroom. “Get on the bed,” you order.”
Your wife flops down onto the center of the duvet and watches you carefully as you walk over to the vanity and slowly take your jewelry off. Your eyes flick up every now and then to meet her gaze in the mirror. There’s wetness starting to pool in your underwear from the anticipation of what’s coming next and your hands tremble when you unclasp your bracelet.
“You know,” you start conversationally, “I don’t even really mind that Rio likes you.”
Agatha arches an eyebrow as you turn around and begin to saunter toward her. “Oh?” she prompts levelly.
You shake your head and open the top drawer to the nightstand on her side of the bed, pulling out two purple silk restraints. Your cheeks heat up at the many memories of her using them on you and you hunger for the chance to turn the tables.
“She can do whatever she wants and I can’t blame her for wanting you. I mean—” you pause and rake your eyes over your wife’s body, enjoying the way her cock twitches in her pants. “—you’re so fucking hot.”
Agatha blushes and rolls her eyes. “Look who’s talking.”
You smile genuinely before getting onto the bed and pulling her right arm to the side and up before tying her wrist to the banister.
“Is this okay?” you murmur and she flexes experimentally to show you that it’s not too tight and you feel confident enough to move to the next one
Instead of getting up and walking around, you slide a leg over her body and very sensually grind against her covered cock before moving your other leg over and taking hold of her left arm.
“It’s the fact that you reciprocate. So now,” you sigh like it’s a burden, “I have to fuck her out of your head.”
“I wasn’t even flirting with her,” Agatha argues and you roll your eyes, finishing the knot to tie her left hand to the bed bannister.
“Really? Because it sure looked like it. Her hand on your arm, yours on her waist. I saw the way she was looking at you. Her work-wife,” you retort, a little surprised by how upset your voice sounds.
Agatha scoffs and strains against the ties. “She was being friendly—and so was I! Look, Rio’s always like that, but it means nothing. The work-wife thing is a joke. People say that all the time about coworkers they’re close to. Honey, you and I are married. I love you. I wouldn’t even consider it.”
You ignore her and unbutton her shirt all the way down before unhooking the front clasp on her black bra and letting her tits out. You roughly pinch a rosy nipple and her hips buck. She lifts her ass off the bed to help you slide her skirt and underwear off, and even though you’re in the middle of a disagreement, her cock is hard.
“Guess you like the thought of me punishing you, hm?” you mock before raising an eyebrow. You climb off the bed and peel your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. Agatha whimpers. “Unless this is for Rio?”
Agatha furiously shakes her head. “It’s not—baby, I promise. It’s all for you. Mommy only wants your cunt.”
Musing on the sentiment, you kneel back on the bed and drag a finger along the underside of her cock before spanking it gently. She groans like she’s been wounded but her dick spits out another strand of precum.
And to make matters worse for her, Agatha’s phone starts buzzing on the nightstand. She looks over and you both see the contact at the same time—her face gets even paler.
“Why the fuck,” you say slowly, moving off the bed to pick it up and holding it up to her, “is Rio calling you?”
She babbles something about lesson plans and how Rio’s probably just calling to check in about the upcoming week but you cut her off by straddling her thigh and pressing her vibrating phone against her cock. Agatha moans loudly and pulls against the restraints so hard you think she might have marks after. You watch with satisfaction as she writhes around on the bed from the stimulation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, honey—honey, please,” she chants, the veins along her length blue and prominent. You can see her throb as more precum oozes out of her tip and down her cock and her toes curl.
You wonder if Rio will keep trying. “Do you want me to answer it, mommy? So she can hear how desperate you are for me, and only me? So she can hear how I’m the only one who can fuck this cock?”
Agatha makes a sound and you press her phone against her even harder.
The headboard creaks with how much effort she’s pulling against the restraints with.
A loud whine rips itself from her throat and you get a thrill of sick pleasure and grind down against her muscle. You moan loudly, the pressure on your clit affecting you more than you thought it would, and Agatha pulls at the restraints again.
“I can fucking feel how wet you are,” she chokes out in awe and you dip beneath the hem of your panties to quickly swipe through your folds. She leans forward automatically and you offer her your fingers—she eagerly starts to lap at them while whining from the vibrations still on her cock.
Her phone finally goes silent and she lets out a long sigh of relief, her cock still twitching with phantom vibrations. You watch the screen with bated breath, hoping that Rio calls back.
Much to your dismay, she doesn’t and you toss the phone to the other side of the bed. Agatha is trembling, cock spitting out more precum, eyes wide and pitiful.
“That’s the only time Rio will ever touch your cock,” you say triumphantly. Agatha nods before slumping back against the pillows.
“Please, baby,” she whispers hoarsely, thrusting her hips up weakly, and when you shift, you can feel how much of your slick is now on her leg. “I need you. I need to feel you.”
You hum and give her cock a quick stroke, watching her face contort with pleasure. “You’ve come such a long way,” you coo and she grits her teeth.
“Didn’t you say you were going to fuck me?” Her voice is taut and you smirk wickedly at her attempt to boss you around, even when she’s tied up.
Shrugging noncommittally, you crawl up until you’re straddling her waist, reach down under your dripping cunt to pull your panties to the side, and grab onto her tip. Agatha keens and you hold her still as you begin to slowly grind along her length. She hisses and you can’t help from moaning as you tease your clit.
“Please, honey, I need—”
She’s cut off by you angling her cock straight up and your wet, hot cunt enveloping her. You let out a loud gasp as your walls stretch around her and her hips buck into you because she can’t stay still.
Agatha throbs inside you and strains against the silk ties. “Baby, mommy needs you so bad, please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”
You clench around her and she lets out a guttural groan. “No moving, mommy. That’s what you get. And you are not allowed to come before I do.” She whines pitifully and you get a rush of endorphins from how easy it is to reduce your wife, who rarely relinquishes control, to this.
She pulses again when you reach behind you to unclasp your bra and she gasps when you slide it down your arms and your breasts are free. You can practically see her salivating and you repress a breathless chuckle when her mouth drops open as you pinch your nipple and rock forward.
“Mm, feels so good,” you say sensually, squeezing your tit and starting to gently rut back and forth on her cock. Agatha pants desperately, a trickle of drool slipping out the corner of her mouth. “Wish you were touching me, mommy.”
Agatha keens and pulls harder against her restraints and even though she’s already inside you, you’re aching for her. You reach down with your other hand to rub at your clit while you roll your nipple and then switch to the other one. She bites her lip hard when she feels you getting wetter at your fingers’ administrations.
“Please, let me touch you, I wanna touch you,” she babbles quietly, almost in awe as you slowly lift up until only her tip remains in you before sitting back down. Your wetness squelches.
You pout mockingly. “You say that, but it seems like you’d prefer Rio.”
She opens her mouth to retort but you grind against her before beginning to lazily ride her and no sounds come out from her. Her cock twitches and almost expands—is she about to come already? Her face is red, her hair is a mess, and her eyes are glazed over. You can feel how tight her muscles are and she gives in and thrusts her hips up, screwing her eyes shut and her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“You feel so good, mommy, you fill me up so good,” you rasp and she sobs, hips jumping up again. “I’m so full—so full with you, fuck mommy, love it so much, love you so much.”
“Please, please,” she says frantically and you move up and down on her cock faster, “baby, I need you, I’m gonna—fuck—please stop teasing, I can’t—”
She’s about to explode, you can feel it, but instead of giving her what she needs, you freeze. Agatha grunts painfully, a hair away from her orgasm and denied, and she looks like she might cry. Her legs shift to try and reposition herself to get a better angle and she begins trying her hardest to fuck you.
You dig your nails into her stomach and she hisses. “Uh uh, mommy,” you tut. “No moving. I think…I think because Rio stole you away from me again and because of the way you were touching her—oh! And for the ‘work-wife’ comment, I’m going to edge you three times. That was one.”
The sound that rips itself out of Agatha’s mouth is one that almost makes you feel bad for what you’re doing. But there’s a gleam in her eye that says she doesn’t completely dislike what you’re doing, and that’s enough.
You start to move again, playing with your tits and clenching around her randomly, and she’s reduced to begging much quicker. You trail a finger down her sternum and then her stomach and you lift yourself up about halfway off her cock and ghost over her base.
“You’re a little worked up, aren’t you?” you croon and she makes a muffled sound. You spell out your name with your finger on her glistening cock and she bucks uncontrollably. “Is this all for me, mommy? What’s got you so turned on?”
She twists her hands in the restraints, desperate to get out and touch you, to fuck you. “You better wait, just wait until you let me out, I’m going to spank you until it hurts to sit down for a week, I’m going to punish you so hard, baby girl,” she mumbles rather incoherently and you laugh sweetly.
Agatha throbs when you sit back down on her and you can’t deny the burning inside your core. Her sounds, the way she’s so needy for you, is making your skin vibrate and you clench tightly around her.
She throws her head back, hair sprawled everywhere, and she whines again. “I can’t wait to fill you up, baby, gonna breed you so good, my cum’s gonna be leaking out from that cunt all over this house,” she prattles, trying a different approach. It almost works—your rhythm falters and your clit pulses and your toes curl but you shake your head breathlessly and keep riding her.
“God, you feel so good inside me,” you moan and you can see the frenzy that works her into.
It doesn’t take long to bring her back to the edge with your clenching and movements and gasps and she is a fucking mess beneath you. You can see how hard she’s trying to obey your rules but she pulses inside you and her abdomen flexes and her hips lift. You can feel your cunt leaking with a mixture of your wetness and her precum.
“I’m gonna—fuck, baby—mommy needs to come,” she cries and you stop again reluctantly because your own orgasm is building up. You can feel her aching against every ridge in your pussy, her heat is radiating, and it’s too good that you don’t know if you can make it one more time.
Agatha groans in frustration and your walls spasm. Her cock is still twitching inside you and you think her lip might be bleeding from how hard she’s biting it.
“Just one more time, mommy, and then you can come,” you say reassuringly and begin shakily grinding back and forth. She whimpers, writhing in sweet agony beneath you, and it seems like so long ago that you were mad about Rio.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she chants, furiously shaking her head. You can see the knots on the restraints becoming looser and it’s only a matter of time until she’s free, so you start bouncing up and down.
“You’re mine,” you say with a biting tone, “all fucking mine.”
Before either of you knows what’s happening, Agatha gasps painfully, her breath hitching, her cock twitching, and she stiffens before you feel warmth spreading in your cunt.
You don’t even have time to admonish her because she finally slips her left hand out of the rope, reaches down and collects her seed that’s now leaking out of you, and shoves two fingers into your mouth. You let out a surprised moan and begin lapping at her, moaning at the taste, while she ruts into you urgently.
“I’m all yours, honey, fuck—you’re so full of me, I’m breeding you so good,” she grunts and even though her thrusts are slowing down and you can feel her cock softening, your walls convulse and it only takes a press of your thumb against your clit before you come, garbling around her fingers, pleasure exploding through your body.
Agatha pats your hip when you finally come down from your high and you lift up slightly so that she slips out of you, along with globs of the mixture of your fluids. You wince at the feeling and move gingerly off of her and flop on the bed next to her.
“You broke both of my rules,” you say, even though you’re not mad in the slightest.
Agatha laughs giddily and shrugs.
You shake your head. “Maybe one day. I was supposed to edge you one more time, too. God, you really just can’t help yourself, can you?”
She wrinkles her nose at your teasing before leaning over to kiss you. “I’ll make it up to you in Greece.”
You hum and nod to yourself, satisfied. The moment you’re able to get out of bed, you’re going to start planning the trip.
hold the FUCK on, i remembered jj gazing at emily while emily wasn’t looking. i did not remember the look emily tried not to give jj after she said the unsub was stuck.
the unsub was stuck, he couldn’t move on from the loss of his relationship after his wife died, he kept everything safe in boxes, never unpacking them but never throwing them away either.
and with the tone emily used? and the look? oh she related in a way. she’s got those jj boxes compartmentalized in her mind, they’re there and they’ll always be, and they don’t leave enough room for someone else.
this scene looks like emily admitting she can’t move on from jj and jj understanding it while unable to do anything about it.
10 years. 10 FUCKING years since JJ imagined Emily while being tortured, not Will, and you still cannot convince me that those writers didn't fucking know what they were doing when they did this to us
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