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pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader
warning: minors dni (itâs not like i can stop you. but keep in mind that youâre responsible for your own media consumption so do be responsible), smut, roles; darkdom!natasha (professor natasha) & sub!reader (college student reader), semi-public sex, curse words, exhibitionism, knife play (blood and wounds), gun play, kinks; mommy kink | degradation kink | choking kink, large age gap; natasha is 38, reader is 22
summary: you see natasha everyday. sheâs your professor after all. and every day since your breakup, she continues to act as if you donât exist. the least she can do is treat you like a student, but she canât even do that. youâve had enough. sheâs not welcome to break your heart every day the way that she does. ignoring your very existence as if you werenât once the bane of hers. so the only logical thing to do? sleep with her fellow professor.
a/n: this is a part of my smutty sundays đ©đ«Š
two years ago, you made a pair of shoes. you had peter and aunt may help you. it was black, it was glossy. and you made sure that it was comfortable. you spent more time on it than your patience allowed, but even years later, youâre glad itâs still in perfect condition.Â
you see it, every single day. you hear it click against the marble tiled flooring of the right wing of your building where the libraries, the faculty, the offices are located, every day, at 9:15 am without fail.Â
you memorized it. you memorized the sound, which alone had already made you clutch your books slightly tighter against your chest. you waited for the figure to turn the corner, you waited to meet its eyes. you waited to follow it as it walked down the hall.
and then, there she was.Â
the red head wearing a dark blue blazer and matching trousers with a red silk top underneath. her hair was perfectly resting on top of her shoulder, big curls and all, so neatly falling over the crook of her neck as if it was deliberately arranged and placed with a massive amount of hairspray.Â
this was always your favorite time of the day. the time when you see her walk into her office. when you see her the very moment she comes into school. when you get to see how sheâs dressed, when you get to get a scent of her to take with you for the rest of the day, when you get to see how perfectly in shape the shoes you made for her is. the shoes sheâd always worn for the past 2 years.Â
you looked at her eyes, the bright green ones youâd dream about looking at you. she walked closer, and closer, and slowly you got to see the small features on her face that, although you have memorized, you still liked staring at.Â
by the time you could clearly see the mole on her right cheek, you dreaded it. you often forget how much you hated standing there, waiting for her to turn the corner and walk the hall. you get so hypnotized by her, that you forget the wretched feeling you have whenever she walks past you. whenever you feel that small breeze thatâs her always so close to hitting your figure as if you werenât there. you hated that she never lays her eyes on you, she never acknowledges you, she never even do so much as breath towards you as if you two had never met.Â
you dreaded it. you hated it so fucking much. it makes you clench your fist in rage, and then it makes you tear up, and then it makes you hate yourself. and you are just so tired of that.Â
âmrs. romanoff,â you called, standing completely still.
you felt her stop just a few inches away from you. she hadnât moved. she hadnât turned around. she just stopped, and waited for you.Â
but you didnât say anything.Â
you werenât sure why you called onto her. in your head, you wanted to scream at her. to tell her to look at you. to tell her to stop ignoring you. to tell her that she already got what she wanted, that you already broke up with her in front of her wife and the least she can do is look at you.
but you didnât say that.Â
she turns her head, just enough for her to look at her shoulder in acknowledgment of you. it was the most sheâs given you in 2 years, and you canât do anything about it.
she didnât say anything. you knew her enough to know the way her eyebrows tightened by the tiniest bit in confusion. thatâs it? sheâs probably thinking. and honestly, youâre thinking the same thing.Â
thatâs it? thatâs all i can fucking tell her?
she only did so much as hum, leaving a second before she left. you were frozen in your place until you heard the door to her office, near the end of the hall, close.Â
you hated what she does to you. you hated how sheâd ignore your very existence. how she walks past you as if she hadnât touched you in the dark hallways of your school. how sheâd look past you as if she hadnât seen every inch of your skin. how sheâd avoid calling your name in class, how sheâd avoid going to places where she knows youâve been, how sheâd completely disregard you as if you werenât someone she had once confessed to be so utterly and hopelessly in love with.
you hated how she has the nerve to do that. she was the one who initiated your relationship. she was the one who seduced you into an affair. she was the one who made you so unconditionally in love with her. she was the one who asked you to break up with her. to stop seeing her after her wife came to you, and asked you to leave her alone.Â
she was the one who hurt you.Â
everything that this was is all on her.
and she shouldnât have the nerve to act as if you did something wrong.Â
the only thing youâve done, the one wrong thing that haunts you to this day, was loving her.Â
and she shouldnât have the right to hold that against you. not when she was the one who made you fall so madly in love with her in the first place.Â
you didnât realize you had just finished your last class of the day. you didnât realize you had been stuck in the moment of hurt (which was an everyday thing, at this point) because of natasha. peter was snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to break you out of your thoughts.
the classroom was empty, and it was only you and peter. he was standing in front of your desk, holding your bag as if ready to basically drag you out of there if you hadnât come to your senses. âaunt may is going to kill me. i promised to take you to lunch with her."Â
you blinked a few times, standing up to gather your things but something lit up inside your little brain when you see a figure standing beside the podium that peterâs been covering from your line of sight.Â
she was standing, so incredibly still, her eyes staring straight into you, following you and every little move you make. you werenât sitting so far from the front, perhaps just a row or two behind. so it didnât come unnoticed to you, the way her finger slowly tapped her elbow while itâs crossed. the way her eyes are barely closing, or the way her head was tilted just by the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.Â
mrs. romanoff was never one to stay after class hours. sheâs punctual, even with leaving, and you know how it aggravates her to have to stay after the time she shouldâve already left.Â
and while, she hates it, she has to stay until every last student is out of her classroom. and since youâre here, and it seems like youâve been here for a while, you can see how that may have annoyed her.
so in courtesy, you met her eyes, "mrs. romanoffâ, you greeted, almost bowing to her before grabbing all your things and pulling peter out of the classroom.Â
âmiss y/l/n,â she called when you were just by the door. stopping you in your steps. she wasnât looking at you anymore, her eyes remained to where you once were. there was a dramatic pause, and until she was sure that your complete attention was on her, her head slowly turned to look at you. âi will be handing you a letter informing you of your new class schedule with mr. rogers. please see me in my office when you have the time.â
it took you a few seconds before you picked up on what she meant, âwhat?â it was rather informal the way you said it, she was always so strict with formality, but you didnât really care. she hardly notices your existence all-together, she wonât penalize you for that.Â
âiâll be transferring you to mr. rogerâs class out of the best interest, for you.â she says, turning around to gather her things and get ready to leave. âyou can get your timetable in my office or you can get it here at 3.â she says. ârest assured, miss y/l/nâŠâ she looks at you. she canât see you. she canât see you the way she used to. she canât see you at all. and that alone, the thought, the knowledge, and most especially, the way you could no longer let you read her eyes, the way sheâd completely shut you off, broke your heart in more pieces than when she told you about her wife. âyou will be seeing a lot less of me.â
she was a complete stranger.
you knew what she meant. you knew the message she wanted to send, she made it very clear but you know she felt the need to save it for the sake of peter and keeping a professional relationship between you two.Â
you could feel your hand shaking. if the moment lasts a minute longer, your chin would tremble. your eyes will uncontrollably water. you are bound to break down. you can feel it. but you wonât everâyou refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing how broken you are because of her. she will never see how much she hurts you.Â
âand iâll be seeing more of stevenâŠâ you smiled. âgood.â you say before turning away with peter following you.Â
she has the power. she has the power over you, over everything. but you like to play. you like to play queen and pretend you have the power over her. you like to play against the odds. you like to play against her. you like to play pretend and act fine when, really, youâre not.Â
transferring you to mr. rogerâs class was her breaking up whateverâs left lingering between you. it was cutting you off. it was completely taking you out of her life. and you arenât going to leave just like that. not without rubbing it in her face that youâve moved on.Â
so at exactly 2:55pm, youâd already settled down on her desk, your arms holding the back end of the table as you leaned back, your head hanging back with your locks tickling your elbows as you pulled steven grant rogers closer between your legs.Â
you wouldâve done it with someone else, but frankly, no man ever dare come close to you. everyone who had, ghosted you. perhaps, they can sense the gayness, but you were bi, the âliking womanâ aspect of your personality probably over powers the âliking menâ aspect by tons.Â
so here you are with mr. rogers. you could feel him. you could feel his bulge. does it turn you on? it does. do you want to fuck him? you do. but would you? no. to let him touch you should be heaven enough for him.Â
if thereâs one thing natasha taught you, itâs that you were a goddess. every person to have ever laid their eyes on you, is lucky enough to be graced by your view. and to touch you. even by a split second on your hand, should be heaven enough for them.Â
she also said that you were hers and anyone who should dare touch you would have their hands chopped off.Â
but of course, she doesnât care about you anymore. you care about you. and you are indeed a goddess. and the only person ever worthy enough to see all of you, was natasha.
âthis is wrongâŠâ he grunts.Â
âthen why are you touching me?"Â
his hand was on your stomach and he seems surprised when he sees it trailing up to your breasts. you bucked your hips so you he can feel the sensation of your cunt against his covered dick. you dress especially helped with the easy access.Â
you could still feel his hesitation. you can feel the tension in his hands. you opened your eyes and you looked at him, like a helpless little girl asking for her daddy to help her with the icky feeling between her legs. you guided his hand upwards, letting it run through your breast and pulling it to hold the side of your neck.Â
you started grinding on him. you werenât feeling anything, really you couldnât. if anything, it was uncomfortable. but you saw him grunt, and you saw how much he yearned for more. so you moaned. you moaned as if you were chasing a high that fed his ego with wanting to help you with it.Â
he held either side of your neck, as if supporting you as you grinded aimlessly on him. you wanted to get it over with.Â
your moans got louder, and louder, until you erupted in quite an exaggerated act of pleasure and panted as if it was the most pleasurable youâve ever experienced.Â
"if youâre done, rogersâŠ"Â
you were expecting her to be here. you were doing this so she could see how much youâve moved on, but you didnât expect how belittling her voided gaze was. how just a simple glance at you made you feel so dirty, so small, so invalid.Â
"and y/l/n.â she mentions, slowly, almost angrily. ârogers, to the dean, please."Â
it scared you how incredibly casual and contained she was. how composed, how calm. she just caught her ex (and student) being touched by her friend (and colleague) in her classroom. how can she be so utterly placid.
he did what she asked him to, quickly stumbling out of the room unable to meet her eyes. and while you were just about to get off, natasha tuts. "no, you stay there.â she says. casually, as if sheâs correcting you. âdonât move.â
you felt every hair in your body stand up. it was as if the air suddenly turned cold. you were freezing. you were scared. you were embarrassed. you were in such a compromising position. your legs spread wide, your body leaned back.Â
she stood right in front of you. not too far that you canât feel her warmth, but far enough so that she can study your entirety.Â
her arms were crossed, and she looked at you as if she was a teacher who had just caught you smoking. except she is a teacher and she just caught you having sex with another teacher.Â
âyou know what?â she says, inching closer and closer to you. âi thought the only person i had to worry about was peter.â she narrows her eyes, tilting her head, and the small grin that formed her lips made you rethink everything. âbut i canât do anything to peter. peterâs a nice kid.â she stopped when she was in between your legs with absolutely no space left between her and the desk. you wanted to cry. you were shaking. but she didnât care. she cupped your pussy with a harsh slap, and pressed so pleasurably hard on your clit. âbut now i know youâll throw yourself to just absolutely anybody, so maybe i should do a better job at keeping you away from everyone, yeah?â
you didnât know it was humanly possible to flip you and handle you the way she did. in just a split second, she had you laid down on your stomach, legs spread wide and hanging from her desk, and your dress scrunched up to expose your ass.Â
you were breathing heavily. every and any ounce of courage was stripped off from your body. itâs like sheâd completely made you weak, sheâd completely made you nothing but something for her to play with.Â
âi donât even know what to do with you anymoreâŠâ she whispers, harshly grabbing the back of your neck and pushing it harder against the wooden surface.Â
âyou canât do anything to meâŠâ
âare you sure about that?â
you could feel the bulge in her trousers, how massive it is despite of the space between your bodies. she lightly laid a hand on your covered ass, soothing over it with her soft touch.Â
you knew whatâs about to happen. you knew. and never in a million years did you think something like that would turn you on. you didnât think it was something that would form a wet patch on your underwear, or tie knots inside your stomach.Â
you wanted it, you wanted it more and more especially when youâve heard her undo her belt. but you have to stand by your pride. your dignity. youâre not going to let her ruin you and lead you on so she can choose her wife over you again. youâre not going back to the heartbroken little girl who was chasing after her, knocking on her door, begging her to take you back.Â
ânoâŠâ you resisted, but that only made her push you harder against the surface of her desk. âmrs. romanoff, you have to stop.â
she laughs, almost frustratingly. âgodâŠâ she says. âdonât say that as if it doesnât turn you on.â she pressed her body on yours, gripping your thigh so hard that you can feel her nails going through your skin. âyou shouldnât tell me what to do."Â
it was pain beyond what you expected. tears seeped through your eyes when she landed a harsh slap on your ass. it hurts so bad that you couldnât help but cry. cry out of pain. and what scared you, is that⊠you were crying out of pleasure too. you were crying out of longing. out of want for more of it.Â
but nonetheless, you stood your ground. "you have a wife! think about wanda⊠please."Â
you didnât care about wanda.Â
and regardless of how many times you lie and say that you do, you knew under all this pride was just you wanting to hear her say it. under all the resistance was you baiting her to tell you she wants you.Â
she landed another harsh slap. and another. and another. and by what you counted was the 15th, you were heaving, crying, whimpering. your forehead was resting on top of the desk, you hands holding its edge. she didnât say anything, she just hurt you. and hurt you. until you were begging her to stop.Â
"you didnât like it, sweetheart?â she asked, her voice an angelic whisper while she soothes over you reddened ass.Â
you did like it. you liked it so much you can feel yourself dripping. you wanted to buck your hip, grind on something. but you resisted. you need to know she wants you before you show her how much you want her. itâs what you owe yourself after this.Â
you yelped when you felt her tug on your hair so your head is raised up. she clung her belt around your neck, pushing the end through the buckle and fastening it tight around your neck.
and like a dog, she tugs on it so sheâs pulling you back. her body was pressing against yours, all her weight on you. you could feel her breath against your skin, you can feel her scent overtaking every ounce of reason in your mind. but you resisted nonetheless. you resisted her hold on you. you pulled on the belt by lowering your head, but she was quick to tug it back, wrapping her other hand on your neck.Â
âyou donât have to worry about wanda, dear.â she whispered. âyou didnât when you let me fuck you in the closet while sheâs sleeping.â
âback then you wanted meâŠ"Â
she stops. and for a moment you felt your heart crack at the thought of her stopping simply because she couldnât tell you she wanted you. but then she chuckles when she got off of you.Â
"awwâŠâ she coos. loosening her grip on both your neck and the belt. âis that all my dumb baby wants to hear?"Â
she pulled you by the shoulders, gently, turning you around and carrying you up the desk so your sitting on it with your legs spread wide for her. "listen to me,â she says, a hand holding your waist. her nose trailed from your ear, down to your neck, and then your collarbone. she was smelling you, she was feeling your warmth, she was getting drunk on your scent.Â
she tugged on the belt so you gave her more access to your neck. you closed your eyes. you know at any moment youâre bound to break. youâll be begging her to take you like the little slut that you are. you just want to hear her say it. please, natasha. say you want me.Â
your eyes popped wide open when you felt some cold metal trailing your thigh. from the top, slowly making itâs way to your knee. you already knew what it was. if thereâs anything natasha never lets herself without, itâs her gun, and her knife. she was playing with a knife.Â
ânatashaâŠâ you whispered, fear imminent from your shaking voice.Â
âdarling,â she looks at you, her face not even an inch away from you. âyou would be afraid of me if i told you what i did to every single person who even looked in your direction."Â
you tried to calm yourself down despite of the sharp blade that continued to soothe against your skin. you stopped your heaving, you steadied your thinking. you showed her that you can take it. you can take her. you can take all of her.Â
"i will never be afraid of youâŠâ you whispered.
âis that so?â her eyes narrow in challenge.Â
you almost screamed in pain, gasping for air when she suddenly drew a deep cut on your inner thigh. tears streamed down your face as you saw the blood drip from your skin to the part of your dress you were sitting on.Â
âyou shouldâŠâ she whispers almost inaudibly. âi drove away every single man, every single person to even think about you.â she says, drawing another cut parallel to the one sheâd already done. you can only let your nails bury deep on the skin of your leg, holding on to it, hoping to numb the pain from your thigh by inflicting more on your leg. âi have done unspeakable things to any person who even dared come your way. so to say i want you?âŠâ and finally, she drew the last cut that connected the two lines together, a diagonal cut to spell her first initial. âwould be an understatement."Â
you closed your eyes. "fuck meâŠâ you whisper.
âsay that again, darling.â
âplease, fuck me⊠mommy.â
suddenly, she was pulling the belt firm so your head stays close, and your lips on hers as she completely devours it. her tongue explored every inch of your mouth the same way she let her 2 fingers explore every untouched crevice of your pussy.
your hips bucked against her hand. you tried every possible way to grind against her hand, to meet the rhythm of her slow torturing pace. you wanted to cry. you wanted to feel her. you wanted to feel her in every part, every inch of your insides until you become so accustomed to it you canât live without her inside you.
you wanted her in every part of you, you canât help but cry especially when she tugged even harder on the belt signaling you to stay still. âstay down,â she growled. âstay down.â
you couldnât tell which one were whines, or moans, or cries. all you know was that they kept coming and she was just so eagerly swallowing them into the kiss. when her fingers leave your aching hole, you couldnât help but pull away from the kiss so you can look her in the eyes, ânoâŠâ you frowned.Â
you looked like a kid, filled with disappointment, and tears, and desperation. she loved it so much. she loved knowing that after all these years, she still has the same effect on you as you have on her. she loved knowing that youâre so weak for her. she loves the power of knowing that youâll always always beg for her even if she hurts you multiple times. sheâs your drug. and youâre her obsession.Â
she hid the amusement, the grin, behind a raised eyebrow and what an awful and condescending gaze. âyou want to be fucked so hard donât you?â she says, trailing one hand from your neck down to your stomach, undoing the buttons of your button down dress as she does so.Â
âonly by you, mommyâŠâÂ
you gasped when the cold steel hits your skin again. this time, it was trailing against your skin. from your knee and slowly up the inner of your thighs. you froze when you realized its path towards the part that ached the most.Â
you closed your eyes but natasha was quick to grab your jaw and press the blood stained knife harder against your skin. ânow, i hardly believe thatâŠâ you can hear the restraint in her voice, the anger badly disguised as composure. her eyes backed that up. her eyes were dark. so dark you could hardly make up the green in it. it was an entirely different color. âhavenât i seen you grinding against rogers just a moment ago?â
the fear can not overcome the pleasure. the adrenaline. the lust, the desire, the want. you werenât sane enough to stay quiet. so in a moment of confidence, you looked at her with narrowed eyes and almost a teasing smile. you took her face between your hands and pulled her closer so your noses are just so close to touching. âwhat are you going to do about it?â
something flared behind her eyes. challenge. something one should never do is challenge natasha romanoff. and with that very knowledge, you did it anyway.Â
your hands found balance on either end of the table when she suddenly pushed you down, pulling your legs towards her so your upper body lays completely flat on the table, and your legs are wrapped around her.Â
âthe moment you step out of this classroom, everyone should know how much of a little slut you are for your professor, yeah?â she says, pressing a hand on your stomach as her knife continues to trail up your thigh. âi will make sure to ruin you for everyone else.â her grunt accompanied the loud gasp you let out when the knife finally met the fabric of your underwear. you closed your eyes shut, holding onto dear life, tears streaming down the sides of your face in fear.
you restrained your breathing, if you were breathing at all. you felt it make its way up from your hole and up towards your clit. it was slow. so torturously slow that you just wanted to get it over with. and maybe it was natasha being careful. but natasha never needs to be careful. sheâs being delicate and gentle under all this anger and aggression. and somehow, that makes the experience of having a knife following the slit of your pussy slightly better.Â
the relief that washed over you when you felt your underwear snap in two and the knife leave your body felt almost like an orgasm. you were finally able to let your breath go, panting and gasping for the air your deprived yourself of because of fear.Â
âaww, did that scare my dumb baby?âÂ
you would count that as a near death experience. and having experienced that finally snapped some sense into you. âare you crazââ only to be taken away by natasha whose fingers finally entered your hole without warning, and in the most unforgiving pace thinkable.
âyou were saying, lovely?âÂ
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, releasing an animalistic moan as your hips met her fingers and matched her rhythm as she hits every spot that only she knew of. âah! oh my god, natasha!â you scream, a string of moans leaving your lips.Â
âi wish you can see how pretty you look like thisâŠâ she whispers, curling her fingers inside you. âbut you canât. no one can. and to think you were just going to show this to rogersâŠâ she said his name with so much disgust. a hand tugs on the belt pulling it tighter almost restricting your airways. âno one can see you like this, do you hear me?â
you were so close to crying as you inch closer to the high youâve been craving for. âyesâŠâ you cried, trying to grind against her hand harder.
âyes mommy!â you cried. âoh god, please mommy, please please pleaseâŠâ
you were losing your mind, chanting pleads for your dear mommy. her lips began kissing your collarbone, trailing wet kisses on occasional bites from your neck down to your stomach. âcome on, scream for mommy, slut.â
you were. you were screaming for her. you were screaming her name. you were chanting, and praying to her. you were so close you could already see a faint of the stars, of the heaven you were chasing.
âno.â she pulls out.Â
her lips leave your body, and her fingers your dripping cunt. you looked at her with what such an amusing, even cute, disappointed face. your lips were pouted and you eyebrows furrowed as you sat up and watched as she slowly walked away.Â
she sat on a chair in the front row, legs crossed, head tilted, mouth stretched into a small grin. she saw the marks she made on you. the bruises she made on your body. the bleeding cut she marked you with. she loved it. suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment. chills ran through your bare skin as she looked at you as if she was waiting for you to report what was assigned to you in class.Â
âi want you to touch yourself.â she says. âtouch yourself and show me just how much of a little slut you are for mommy, yeah?â
your heart pounded inside of you. hesitation filled your face but nonetheless, you knew only she can give you the pleasure you were after. she was the pleasure you were after. youâre not getting what you want until you give her what she wants.Â
âcome on, darling. donât be shy. give a little show for mommââÂ
your eyes widened when the door opened.Â
and from it comes steve rogers.Â
when you thought you wanted the ground to eat you whole after you confessed to natasha, you were wrong. because you never wanted to disappear more than you do now. you didnât even get the chance to cover yourself and you only realized how bare you were when professor rogers nearly met your eyes but quickly turned it to natasha.Â
âprofessor rogers is here, dear.â natasha says in the most welcoming tone, extending her arm as an invitation for the man to sit beside her. you could only look at her in disbelief that you were sure she didnât notice as her eyes were on steve. âwhy donât you give my dearest friend, steve, a show he would never forget?â
steve couldnât bear to look at you. and neither can you on him. so while his eyes remained on the desk you were on, yours remained on natasha. completely frozen and in disbelief. however, natasha ignored that as well as she ignores you in the halls. her grin disappears, âcome on. give steve a show.â she said that with drastic pauses in between. so you can only do so much as let your hand trail to your exposed pussy, and touch the nub natasha had only ignored thus far.Â
you closed your eyes as you felt tears coming. you laid down, avoiding every chance that they can to see your face, and the pleasure touching yourself gives you. you opened your legs further to give yourself better access, and then you start rubbing on your swollen clit.
the loud moan you let out at the first contact your hand made with your nub made you want to hide in embarrassment, but of course, that feeling was quickly overtaken by pleasure, even bucking your hips to meet your hand.Â
within a minute, you were a moaning mess, your hips raising and almost grinding against your own hand. âoh my fucking godâŠâ you moan. âah! god, mmmmâŠâÂ
you could hear professor rogers grunting. even clearing his throat from time to time. you were in display, an object for them to get off on, but you didnât care.Â
âoh my god! iâm cumming, iâm cumming, iâm cummingâŠâÂ
you quickened your pace, almost crying out when youâve finally reached your high.Â
but no cry, or no animalistic moan from you can hide the loud bang that made you sit up.Â
natasha was already walking towards you. getting hold of both your legs as she went around the table, you spinning around as she moved, so now youâre facing the whiteboard. you werenât able to get a look at her because she suddenly flipped you. she handled you so easily, it made you throb despite having just cum.Â
you hear ruffles from behind you, and then she pulls the belt. that completely restricted your airways as it tightened around your neck, and when she pulls you so your head was up, something entered you. she finally entered you. she bottomed out without letting you adjust, already setting a fast pace.Â
the immense pleasure from the way sheâs hitting you was able to hide the fear, and the shock, and even the tears from seeing the lifeless body of professor rogers thatâs sitting on the chair right beside where natasha was. you wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to forget the sight of him, blood splattered on him, and dripping from the hole in his temple. but natasha pressed her body on you, reaching over your front as she pounded your back. and when you felt something warm rub on your clit, something warm, and metal, and almost wet with what you hope isnât the liquid thatâs oozing out of the body in front of you, you knew you couldnât close your eyes.Â
the sight of a freshly dead body in front of you should take you out of the mood. but it didnât. it scared you that it didnât. it scared you that it made you throb. that seeing it made you moan, and want more from natasha. âoh my god⊠nghâŠâ you couldnât contain it. you can only keep so much in. the fact that you werenât chanting her name. that you had to actively stop yourself from chanting her name as respect to the dead body in front of you. it scared you.
âsee, this is what happens when someone touches whatâs mine⊠do you understand me?â she growls in your ear. pulling you further back so her lips can be closer to your ear.Â
âiâm not yoursâŠâÂ
she killed someone. and while youâve always known she was capable of such a thing, it was only right for you to hate her. you have to hate her. âoh? but you are, dear.â
you moaned again. and again. she angled her hips in the way she knew would take the most out of you. you were so lost in the pleasure, but the dead body in front of you kept you even the tiniest bit sane. âyouâreâughâmarried. you belong to someone else.â
you were grinding against her. it took you everything in your power to not grind against her.Â
âiâm finalizing my divorce. i had to resist you until iâm free, but goddamnâŠâ she grunted. âi had to transfer you out of my class so i can be with you. but apparently you just used that opportunity to be a whore. i just had to remind my little whore who she belongs toâŠâ
you were cumming. you were so close, you were choking on moans despite of how much you tried to resist them. âyou murdered someoneâŠâ you said weakly. sheâs going through a divorce, but she killed someone.
âhavenât i before? for you?â she reminds you, following up her words of how much youâd hate her if you knew what she did to everyone who ever did so much as look in your direction. âand i will kill again if it means keeping whatâs mine, mineâŠâ
you breathed out. letting go. âoh⊠godâŠâ you screamed, closing your eyes and gripping harder against the end of the table.Â
she got a divorce for you.
ânow, remind me who you belong to again, peach?â
itâs only right. you owed her this.
you have to be hers. that way you can protect the lives of the people around you. right?
âwho?â she tugs harder, completely blocking your air flow. you were crying, you were chanting, you were praying, you were begging. you were using up every last breath in your body to worship the closest being to god.
you have to be hers. you canât be anyone elseâs.
âyou mommy!â you cried, exploding in ecstasy as youâd finally reached the stars.
you were already hers. you had always been hers. you will only ever be hers.Â
youâll never say it out loud, but you want her to kill every man to ever even walk close to you. and you want her to fuck you as she does so.Â
