Professor's Pet, Drabble 1
Warnings: dark!dom!oc; dark!yelena; heavy dom/sub dynamics; owner/pet dynamics; bratting; choking; implied threat;
(Professor Ivanoff’s POV)
Yel: I’m coming over.
You sighed in exasperation as you eyed the text that came through, glancing around your office and deciding to call it a night. You were supposed to be getting a new T.A. next week, and it couldn’t happen soon enough. Hopefully they would be competent. Or trainable. Or both. You didn’t care which.
By the time you pulled up to your building, Yelena was already there – her jeep haphazardly parked in your normal spot. You weren’t surprised to find your front door unlocked. She had let herself in. You glanced at the blonde strewn across your couch, and a second, unfamiliar face. You frowned. Akita? The dog trotted over to you immediately, sniffing your immaculate trousers before sitting obediently at your feet. “Hi girl,” you murmured, scratching instinctively behind her ears.
“Her name’s Fanny.” Yelena announced, finally sitting up and acknowledging your presence. “Did you even have any classes today?” When you raised your eyebrows at the question, she gestured to your ensemble – a flawless three-piece suit that was tailored perfectly.
“You never know who you’re going to meet,” you shrugged, hanging your keys beside the door, nudging Yelena’s feet off of your couch so you could sit beside her.
“Speaking of which, I found someone for you,” Yelena punched your shoulder as she spoke – a typical gesture of affection. You raised your eyebrows again, and the blonde scoffed at you. “What does that do? The eyebrows? I’m not scared of you.”
You snarled and moved at the same time, your fingers wrapping tightly around Yelena’s neck as her hazel eyes stared up at you, unblinking. Fanny began barking at you immediately, but Yelena gestured, and she sat, waiting. After a moment of silence, she had the audacity to smirk at you.
“You want to put me in my place, папочка, or do you want to hear what I found for you?” You rolled your eyes at the snark, pushing her away before straightening your vest and sitting back down.
“Do I even want to know?” You sighed. Yelena had exquisite taste, there was no denying that – but her judgement when it came to what you were looking for was often askew. Yelena pouted when Fanny decided to jump up into your lap, and you scratched the dog absently.
“How long has it been, Liz?” Your steel blue eyes snapped to hers immediately.
“Since what?”
“Since you had a pet?” Yelena smirked, nudging you in the shoulder. You inhaled sharply. Good pets were hard to find, and usually harder to train – and you had very specific…requirements. It was doubtful that Yelena, however good she usually was, had been actually successful. You cleared your throat, not wanting to think about it, feeling a familiar ache.
“Fine. Who is it?” You feigned curiosity and Yelena was moving immediately, pulling her phone from her pocket and scrolling through whatever, trying to find something. She held it up in front of your face, and you went to give it a cursory look out of politeness but something caught your eyes. She was…special. A pit began growing in your stomach as you stared at the picture. The longer you looked, the wider Yelena’s smile became.
“You like her, don’t you?” Yelena crowed, triumphantly, earning another eye roll. “Her name is Kate Bishop. She’s in one of my classes.” Your eyes opened wide at the name.
“Bishop?” You asked softly. Yelena nodded, frowning.
“Do you know her?” She asked, seemingly disappointed that her surprise had been ruined. You shook your head, but shuffled Fanny off of your lap and moved across the room to your desk, fishing for a folder. When you found it, you opened it, chuckling immediately.
“Ms. Bishop is scheduled to start as my T.A. next week,” you murmured, wishing for the first time that the student aid office included photographs with their assignments. Yelena cackled behind you.
“Oh, that’s perfect. But here’s the best part,” she smirked. You eyed her warily. She was enjoying this a bit too much, and it made you slightly uncomfortable – with good reason.
“What’s that?” You asked dryly.
“She just moved into your building.” Yelena laughed at the expression that must have been visible on your face as you processed this information.
“You don’t say.” Your jaw clenched, trying to get the image of the younger woman out of your mind – horribly unsuccessfully.
“You going to meet her in class, or are you going to pre-game?” Yelena asked, smirking at you. You grinned, your eyes flashing like a predator.
“You have to find your strays in the wild, Belova. You know that.” You chuckled, pouring yourself a glass of vodka and handing one to your guest. Yelena sipped hers slowly, smirking at you with a knowing grin on her face.
“Are you going to put me in my place now?” She asked, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.
“Not tonight. Not if I’m potentially mutt-catching soon.” Satisfied with your answer, Yelena nodded and settled back against your chest as you both put your feet on the coffee table and settled in for a movie, old, familiar, and comfortable.
