Pov y/n
Natasha has been in her office pretty much since we got back from work.
I understand that, sometimes she takes work home with her, that's why she has an office but it still sucks.
Technically, I invited myself to stay for the night, but she was thrilled by the idea and just told me she has a few things to work on.
She said it would take about an hour. That was over one and a half hours ago and I am starting to get bored.
Although, maybe not bored, more like I am craving her attention. My period started over the last weekend, which made the whole drama with Rosie a lot more difficult to handle with all my hormones on top, but it all turned out well.
Now that it's Thursday and my period ended yesterday, I am horny. I often am right after my period and during my last two days of it too. But I was still a little too upset and then busy to do anything about it. Now I have time and I just want Nat's attention.
I knock at the office door and open it when she calls me in. She's sitting in her desk chair, her laptop in front of her and a paper next to it. When I step further into the office, she turns around to look at me, giving me a little smile.
"Hey, I wanted to see how far you are," I say, glancing at her computer screen.
It's hard to tell if she will be done soon or not. What she's working on is nothing we share, so I have no clue.
She looks back at her laptop and sighs a little before shrugging.
"I am honestly not quite sure. I thought this would be a faster task. I know, I told you I'd be done by now." She gives me an apologetic glance.
My first instinct is to wave it off but the truth is, I would actually like some attention and it is bothering me a little that she is busy. Being honest seems like the best way to go at this.
"Yeah, that's why I came to check. I miss you."
Tasha smiles and rolls back from her desk, padding her lap. I smile and step further into the room and up to her desk chair. It's a little difficult to fold my legs with the arm rests of her chair but I manage. The skirt I am wearing rides up a little but I don't really mind.
"I miss you too," Nat tells me and kisses the tip of my nose, making me smile.
Her hands settle on my lower back, keeping me from sliding off her lap.
"But I really don't know how long this will take. Why, is there anything you want or need from me right now?"
I bite my lip and feel my cheeks growing hot. There definitely is but I've never asked for sex this bluntly and I know she is busy. I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking a break for me but I don't want her to do it if she prefers finishing this first.
"Can I have a kiss?" I ask, instead of the question that is actually on my mind. Nat smiles and nods.
"You can always have a kiss, sweetheart." I smile at the name but barely have time to do so because her lips are on mine within seconds.
My hands slide to the back of her neck as I kiss her back, pressing myself a little more into her. The chair creaks a bit but doesn't break. The kissing is a great distraction from the tingling in my legs. If we don't change position soon, they will fall asleep and I have to endure that disgusting, stinging feeling when they wake up again.
I lick over her lips and hum happily when she parts them for me, allowing me to explore her mouth.
Her hands hold me a little tighter and my hips push more into her, which is not quite possible because we are already very closer. But the action allows the tiniest bit of friction against my core and I almost groan. I'm definitely too horny for my own good.
Natasha seems encouraged by my actions and kisses me deeper, sucking at my tongue before kissing me harder.
I need to pull away, my pulse racing and my breathing short.
She doesn't seem to need a break and goes right back to kissing, sucking my lips separately between hers and sucking and grazing her teeth over them.
This time a groan slips and I grind my hips against her for the second time. The friction isn't nearly enough and I whine, feeling hot and bothered and the strong need to be touched.
Nat lets go of my lips to kiss me properly again and this time, she steals all my breath. My hands tug at her hair to hold on to something while a wave of arousal floods through me and straight between my legs.
Fuck, just kissing her turns me on even more. I grind into her again but this time, her hands fly to my hips and hold them still, making me whine even more.
"Such a shame you're not my student anymore," she mutters, her teeth ghosting over the shell of my ear, sending goosebumps to rise on my arms. "It would be a lot more fun if this was your paper I had to grade. You'd definitely get some extra points for being so eager."
The rasp in her voice drives me insane and so do her words. It always turned her on when I called her professor and that doesn't seem to have changed. Sleeping with a student is inappropriate but we've been there before.
When we were on our hike together, we talked about things we wanted to try out, sexually, and I remember she said something about roleplay.
Maybe this is the right moment to do so. It's definitely the right place. An office, but without the fear of getting caught.
"What are you saying, Professor Romanoff?" I ask in the most innocent voice I can muster.
The look in her eyes changes almost instantly and I feel a thrill running through my body at the prospect of what's to come.
"You wanna play this game?" She asks, her fingers trailing up my back. I shiver, not quite sure if from excitement, arousal or the touch. Probably all at the same time. I nod and try not to squirm on her lap.
"You remember the streetlight system?" The question alone is enough to up my excitement. If she asks about this, she has to have something on her mind that is anything but innocent.
"Yes. Green for keep going; yellow for slow down; red for stop." She nods and scans my face for a second longer before tapping the small of my back.
"Up you go and outside. Come back in and we can start." The smirk that plays around her lips has me weak in the knees. Or it's just the awkward sitting position.
I nod and climb off her, making sure my legs work properly before heading for the door. When I glance back, I find her watching me, clear desire in her eyes. This is going to be fun.
Outside the door, I take a steadying breath and try to contain myself but that's difficult, knowing she has something planned. I smooth out my skirt but stop when I have an idea.
Who says I can't have a plan as well?
I'm quick to tug my slip down my legs and kick it to the side, I can pick that up later. It was starting to get uncomfortable anyway.
With the lack of underwear, a breeze hits my heated core, making me shift my weight.
I take another breath before knocking on the office door again. This time I wait for her to call me in, totally in my role as her student.
It's exciting to pretend this is real and to be someone else. Although, we aren't really anyone else, it's still us.
Nat is sitting on her chair, the laptop now closed and pushed to the side and a blank sheet of paper in front of her. She turns around and gives me an almost stern look that turns me on more than it should. In real life, she never looked at me this way, it's just for this roleplay and it's doing its job.
"Miss Brown, please come in." I nod and close the door behind me, stepping closer to her desk.
With each step, a little bit of air waves between my legs, feeling good and like a tease at the same time.
"If I am correct, you are here for..." she looks at the empty paper and then back to me, "detention?" Her eyebrow rises and I feel the urge to squirm but don't. This is the way we are headed? Alright then.
"Yes, I am. So?" I shrug, pretending like it didn't matter to me.
Her expression grows even sterner, more dominant and it turns me on so much. Instead of shifting my weight again, I cross my arms in front of me though, raising my chin.
"You know, I really don't appreciate you talking in my class and sending in all your assignments belated. You are causing me a lot of stress and I also don't like your attitude, so get rid of it."
I swallow, feeling hot and a growing throbbing between my legs. This is all just a game, so her accusations don't bother me and I know none of her words are linked to reality.
"Why don't you get rid of it?" I challenge and raise my eyebrows. Nat stays silent for a few moments but looks at me with such intensity that I crumble and lower my chin.
"Thought so," she mumbles and folds her hands in front of her. "I feel like you deserve a punishment and should make up for causing me so much stress, don't you?"
I glance up again, feeling the heat in my cheeks and also between my legs.
"Yes, Professor," I agree, not quite able to stay a brat. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when her words sound so very promising.
For a moment, I see her mask slip though and she nods me closer. I follow that request and stand in front of her. She gets up and brushes some hair out of my face.
"Do I have your consent for this, my love?" The name sends an army of butterflies into my stomach and lower and I nod.
"Good, you have mine too. You can stop this at any time." She kisses my lips softly, her hands on my hips and I nearly melt into her touch.
I've never done roleplay but the mix of her dominant role as professor and soft side as my girlfriend is adding to my desire. Her eyes stay fixed on mine while one of her fingers dips between my skin and the waistband of my skirt. For a moment, she looks very confused and moves her finger further along my hip, causing a row of shivers to vibrate through me.
"No underwear?" She asks and arches one eyebrow. It's hard to tell if that is her asking in her role or in real life.
"Just for you," I reply and watch as her pupils grow. Her hand slips out of my skirt and she lifts it up, exposing me to her sight.
I'm weirdly proud of her surprised expression, as if she didn't think I was being honest but I am. The low groan she lets out causes an aching between my legs and I bite my lip.
She drops the skirt again and puts the mask of my professor back on.
"You naughty girl. Did you think this would lessen your punishment, instead of making it worse?" She almost taunts and I could moan. I don't know what to say, so I just nod.
To be fair, I didn't know in which direction this would go but I very much like the way we are headed.
"Well let me tell you, you made it worse, but I got a feeling you wanted that." Nat smirks and all I can do is nod. Maybe I really wanted that.
Her eyes dart down to my skirt and I feel like I can read her thoughts.
"I think it's time for you to make up for all the stress you caused and all the talking in my class. There's a way better use for that pretty mouth of yours than disrupting me."
Before I can even finish to comprehend, Nat opens her pants and pushes them down, her underwear inclusive. All I can do is stare at her bare sex, feeling myself aching to touch it while also needing her to touch me.
"Please," I whine, not able to hold it back. Nat looks at me and waits. "Please touch me," I clarify. She licks her lips, which should be forbidden in this situation because all I can think about is how that action would feel on me. I'm aching and throbbing for her and I am ready to beg. But I got a feeling that won't change.
"No, this isn't for you to enjoy, this is a punishment." Nat looks around and steps to the armchair next to her bookshelf full of reads for uni. She hands me the pillow and places herself on her desk chair, her legs spread.
I can see everything.
She is definitely wet too and I want to eat her out as much as I want her to do the same to me. But I nod at her words and drop the pillow to the ground in front of her. I follow and look up at her, waiting for her to tell me to start. An almost soft smile appears on her lips.
"I see, you can be a good girl. Now go ahead, eat me out. But don't you touch yourself or do anything else for your own pleasure."
I am aroused at the praise but annoyed with not being allowed to touch myself but I won't complain. Besides, I much rather want her to touch me anyway.
Nat rolls closer on her chair until I am between her opened legs. The scent of her invades my senses as soon as I bury my head between her thighs.
I'm eager to please because I love the way she moans and I have hopes of being touched if I was good.
I lick a long stripe through her, humming at her taste. My hands are placed on her thighs while hers combs through my hair before settling at the back of my head. She doesn't push me closer, she just holds me and it's a way of comfort despite her show of control.
I continue licking her, getting more and more aroused by her taste and smell and feel. It's taking a lot not to do anything about it. But I want to be good and I want to please her too.
I'm quick to find her clit and lick over it multiple times before sucking it into my mouth. Natasha gasps and grabs the armrest of her chair. I glance up, seeing her head tilted back and her throat exposed to me.
If we were in a different position, I would kiss her there and maybe even leave a hickey, but we aren't, so I don't. Instead, I keep licking her, tasting her on my tongue and enjoying the way she starts grinding into me, taking the pleasure she seeks.
I run two of my fingers through her, lubricating them in her wetness and my spit before slowly pushing them inside. She clenches around me and I feel myself clenching too, wanting something to touch me there really badly.
Nat moans and pushes herself into my hand. I start thrusting slowly before picking up the pace and latching back onto her clit. I change between sucking at it, flicking it and swirling it with my tongue. The mix seems to do it for her because she lets out a string of courses and tangles her hand tighter into my hair.
It doesn't hurt but is a clear indication that I am doing a good job. I keep licking her and fingering her until I feel her clenching around me again, her moans a higher pitch and my thighs sticky with my own arousal.
"Of gosh, yes!" She exclaims and I feel the orgasm washing over her, spilling around my fingers and I am quick to lick it up, groaning into her at the taste. If she was my meal three times a day, I would be a very happy camper. It's insane how quickly I got addicted to the taste of her.
"Good girl," Nat gasps and urges me on to keep going, her hips still chasing my fingers.
I do so but shift and whine, needing to be touched or else I might explode.
Our eyes meet for a few seconds and that alone could make me come. I just want her to touch me and make me reach my peak just as she just did.
"Go ahead, touch yourself, my sweet girl. But don't you dare come, this is still a punishment. See it as the one for not wearing underwear." Her eyes seem to spark and I can tell she loves the fact I got rid of my underwear.
I whine at her rules but am glad to at least get some sort of friction.
I'm hot and wet and as soon as my fingers touch my slit, I gasp, needing so much more at once.
But I don't want to work myself up too much, knowing I would hate denying myself a lot more.
Holding back is hard though and I circle my fingers over my clit while doing the same with my tongue to Nat. She moans again and leans back, not directing me anymore. Maybe it's my own desperation or wish, or I just want to please her well and quick, I start curling my fingers and find her spot.
She gasps out my name, making more wetness gush around my fingers and sticking to my thighs. I drown a gasp of my own with my mouth back on her and continue curling my fingers.
I'm too busy pleasuring the both of us to keep proper track of the two tasks and am almost surprised when Nat comes again, this time with a loud moan of my name that nearly has me reach the edge too.
I almost bite her when I try to keep myself from reaching the peak while continuing to thrust into her to prolong her orgasm.
When her hand in my hair loosens, I take that as a sign to slow down my movements and look up. Her green eyes are dark and filled with so much lust that I almost moan.
"You did so very well. Did you come too?" Her words are soft, almost too soft, while her hand moves to my face and tilts it up. Her thumb wipes over my chin, cleaning it from her cum.
"No," I whimper, feeling my core almost hurting for how much I need an orgasm.
She seems very pleased by that and helps me to stand up. Then she scoots forward on her chair and gently pulls me closer by my hips to guide me to sit on her thigh. My core instantly makes contact with her skin and I gasp. My hands ball to fists, needing something to hold on to.
"If you can come from this, the orgasm is all yours, darling," Nat whispers near my ear and kisses the spot beneath it, driving me even more insane.
I whine but instantly start rutting against her thigh. The friction is delicious but I'm not sure if it's enough. But Nat doesn't seem to be in any kind of rush and just leans back, watching me with amusement and lust, an expression that sets fire to my skin.
I settle my hands on her hips, helping me to move.
The gasps and noises I let out are almost pure need because I need this orgasm or else I might go up into flames.
I chase it, riding her thigh as fast and hard as I can but it's not quite working.
A frustrated groan falls past my lips and I stop moving, leaning my head against her shoulder. Tears prick at my eyes, out of pure sexual frustration. I want this, I need this, but I can't get there.
"I got you, baby," Nat whispers and places one hand on my hip, guiding my movements while the other slips between my legs.
I gasp loudly into her shoulder when her finger touches my clit. It's a thousand times better than touching myself. It also makes it hard not to come on the spot. Not that I could but I most certainly want to with the pleasure that little touch sends up into my stomach.
"Please," I beg, rocking against her hand and thigh. With each touch against my clit, I feel the orgasm building and I am not sure I could take an edge, or any more built-up. I need that orgasm now or else I don't know what would happen.
"Please...?" Nat asks and pulls her hand away. I whine loudly and pull my head back to look at her with pleading eyes.
"Please, Professor, I need you." Her eyes almost seem to grow even darker and she presses her lips to mine while pushing her hand back beneath my skirt.
She swallows the moan that follows and my legs start to shake when her hand follows my movements, giving me constant pleasure. Everything happens quicker all of the sudden and I barely realize how my walls contract and the knot inside me bursts.
"Tash!" I gasp, my eyes shutting tightly as the waves of pleasure hit me and I feel unable to move.
Luckily, Nat continues to rub at my clit though, bringing me through the orgasm until I can open my eyes again. I feel blissful but still needy. Which is good because Nat doesn't look like she is done with me.
"Bend over my desk, Ms Brown," she demands and follow as quickly as I can with my slightly shaking legs.
I bend over, the dark wood almost hard against my chest. With my arms, I create a pillow for my head. The position is way too hot for my body to stay calm.
Nat gets up too and her hands instantly find the lower hem of my skirt. She lifts it up and I feel more than exposed and vulnerable. But I know I can trust her, so I don't feel ashamed about it. Just horny.
"So pretty and so wet." Her fingers run up my thighs and I squirm, wanting them to move higher.
Before I can wonder where her second hand is, it comes down against my left ass cheek. There is no pain, just a soft stinging that vanishes a second later. She remembered our talk about spanking.
"Such a naughty girl. But you're in luck, I like a little challenge. Shall we see if we can get that bratiness fucked out of you?" Her voice is low and raspy and has me yearning for her even more.
I whimper and nod, the wood still hard but not what I think about at all. My ass is up in the air for her and I am bared to her. She gives me another slap that doesn't hurt but arouses me, before she moves my feet apart with hers. I can almost feel how I'm opened up for her and it thrills me, to be quite honest.
"If you keep behaving like this, you will get a lot more detention. Understood?" Her fingers dance over my folds and I gasp and close my eyes.
"Understood, Professor," I reply, biting my lip.
"Good girl." Her fingers dip between my folds and I groan into my arms. Oh gosh, that feels like heaven! But also not like enough, so I push back. She withdraws and I whine.
"I am in charge and I could leave you like this for an hour. I could just watch your pretty folds and clit and entrance, screaming to be touched but not actually touching them."
Her words make me shiver because that sounds hot but also like torture in my current state.
"I'm sorry, you're in charge," I whimper and she leans over me to kiss the back of my neck. If I wasn't so turned on, I would have melted at that but I can't.
All I can feel is the need for her and she knows it. It's hot to give her all the control but knowing I could get it back whenever I needed it. All it takes is one word and it would be mine again.
"I am." To emphasize that, she runs her fingers through my folds again and ends on my clit, applying pressure. I moan and untangle one arm to hold on to the desk.
"Color?"
"Green, very much."
That's all she needs to push two fingers inside me. I don't need to adjust, I am wet and ready enough for whatever she wants to give me.
She sets a quick pace from the start and thrusts into me at the perfect angle, hitting all the right spots that have me shaking very quickly. Fuck, this is great!
"Tasha." I moan loudly, gripping the edge of the table tightly while feeling my heart hammering in my chest.
"Right here," she says, her own breathing picked up.
I want to reply something to that but I can't because another moan takes the place of the words.
Her quick administrations and all the teasing before bring me to the brink of an orgasm very quickly and without her stopping, I tumble right into it.
My walls flutter around her fingers and my clit feels like it's throbbing even harder, missing the attention from before.
But that is changed within a second when Nat pushes her thumb against my clit, riding me through my orgasm while building another one at a speed that I can not catch up with.
I shake and my mouth falls open with a silent cry of pleasure when the third one hits before the second is even gone.
They mix together and I have no idea where one ends and the other begins. All I feel is pure pleasure and another knot building up.
Natasha is relentless, her fingers thrusting into me while her thumb works on my clit. My legs are shaking and a little kicking. I'm starting to get really sensitive and don't know if I can take another one. But at the same time I want it, I need it.
"Tash, I- I don't know," I gasp, my body tensing and relaxing with the waves of pleasure.
"I'm sure you can give me one more, y/n. Or do you want to call the safe word? Want me to stop?"
I frantically shake my head.
"No, please, I-" I moan, a mess in my head and between my thighs. Nat leans over me again, pushing her fingers even deeper.
"It's okay, I got you. You will give me one more and I promise, it will feel sooo good," she murmurs and kisses my temple.
I can't open my eyes, too consumed by the slowly fading pleasure. Her thrusting is slowed down but still present, still working on the next knot.
"Yes," is all I manage to sigh, giving her my consent for this.
I'm not sure I ever kept going after this point of satisfaction, but I also never felt this need before to chase one more high.
The moment she starts moving again and curling her fingers, I am lost in pleasure again. I don't care about the wooden surface or the sensitivity of my entrance or clit. All I want is that one earth-shattering orgasm and I know it will be this one.
With each thrust, she hits my spot and her thumb on my clit draws the perfect circles with a variation between more and less pleasure.
It's almost too much.
I can sense the intensity of this orgasm and I am not sure I am ready for it. But I want it, no matter how sore it'll leave me.
My hand around the edge of the table threatens to cramp but I need to hold on to something if Nat's about to take away the earth beneath my feet.
The longer she thrusts and rubs and curls, the tighter the knot in my stomach gets.
"You're doing so well, just this one more, baby." She isn't in her role anymore, this is all my girlfriend who loves me and is kind of making love to me and kind of fucking me.
And that realization throws me head first into an orgasm that indeed takes away the earth beneath my feet.
For a couple of seconds I see stars dancing in my vision while the pleasure rolls over me in tidal waves, reaching every last cell in me.
Nat keeps curling her fingers, guiding me through this but it's too much.
Something else snaps inside me and unleashes a different kind of pleasure. My back arches and my toes curl as I squirt, not able to control it at all.
The groan from behind me tells me Nat doesn't mind it at all though and for a few seconds she curls her fingers even harder against my spot until I feel like there is nothing inside me left to come out.
Only then, she slows down her movements until she stops and gently pulls out. I whine but don't protest any further, totally exhausted and blissed out. She pulls me up with one hand underneath me to support my upper body. I fall into her, my body limp with what she just did to me. We sit down on the armchair and she just holds me, stroking hair out of my face and kissing my cheeks.
"You did so fucking good, my love. I am very proud of you. And you were so very hot when you squirted. I didn't know you could do that." She sounds so in awe that it makes me bury my face in her neck and curl up even more in her lap.
"I didn't know that either. I never did that before," I reply and kiss her neck, breathing in her hearty scent that's now mixed with the smell of sex. Nat kisses the top of my head and almost sounds proud when she talks again.
"It's my honor to be the first one to make you squirt and I hope it wasn't the last time. I want to know what exactly gets you to do that and if I can achieve that before the fourth orgasm."
Her words are arousing but there is no energy left in my body, so I just smile and look up at her.
"Was it really that hot?"
She smiles softly and pecks my lips.
"Everything you do during sex is hot. And thank you so much for agreeing to this roleplay, it was definitely better than I imagined it."
She leans her head against mine after pressing another kiss to my forehead and tightening her hold on me. I smile and close my eyes, feeling very loved and taken care of. And attractive.
"I have to thank you for that life-changing orgasm," I almost giggle, a sudden lightness in my chest that just spills over. This truly was the best orgasm I ever had. It took a built-up and some time but it was so much better than expected.
"It's my pleasure."
I giggle again at the pun and hum contently. We will have to get up and definitely get cleaned up but right now I am more than happy to be in the arms of my girlfriend and recover from the sex we just had.
But I am also looking forward to the aftercare because that's so soft and beautiful too. I want to take care of her as well, knowing she came twice before I even came once.
I want to clean her up and make sure she is hydrated and I want to cuddle until we fall asleep.
Maybe we can let work rest for the day and just have a lazy night in bed with some snacks and perhaps a TV show. Or just snacks and cuddling. Whatever it will be, it's going to be perfect.
A/n: A steamy chapter. What do you think?
First time ever writing a roleplaying smut.
Thanks for reading and love to you all <3