Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

Amy and Brad walk over to me and sit on the desks next to me. Natasha and I were just about to talk, but it looks like that's not happening.
"Are you always here early?" Brad asks,
"Pretty much, I like to get comfortable." I respond, about the same thing I said last time I was asked this. Amy signals for us to huddle in, probably so Natasha can't here whatever she's about to say.
"Bryce told me you had someone over last night, why didn't you tell me?" She whispers,
"I wasn't planning on telling anyone, it just happened. I wasn't going to just pull out my phone and text you that I had a girl over." I glance over to Natasha.

"Do we know her?" Brad leans in.
"No, I met her at work." I say, lying through my teeth.
"Was she good in be-" Amy's about to ask, I put my hand up to tell her to be quiet.
"Can we not talk about this right now? Our Professor is right over there." I point to Natasha, who is most definitely listening to every word we say, I can tell by that damn smile on her face.

"Hey, don't you have that blazer?" Amy looks at Natasha. Is she a stalker? I haven't worn that blazer for a long time, how does she remember it?
"I don't know." I say, "I don't even know if I still have my old blazers, I might have thrown them out when I moved." I add in, just to be safe.

Some other students walk in, including Bryce. He waves over to us and then shares some pleasantries with Natasha. He looks on the ground next to her desk and seemingly does a double take... what did he see?

Romanoff's POV

Bryce walks over,
"Hey, Professor." He says,
"Oh, hey Bryce, how are you doing?" I respond, making conversation.
"I'm doing fine, what about you?"
"I'm just great." He says, but he's staring at my handbag.

I look over to Y/N to see if she's got any idea. She looks confused though, she clearly doesn't understand what he's looking at.

He walks over to his seat, but he keeps looking between me and Y/N. Do I have something of hers in my handbag?

I pull out my phone and text her as subtly as possible.
'Does Bryce know?' I send her,
She responds fairly quickly.
'What was he looking at?'
I type out, 'My handbag' and send it to her. Suddenly, her eyes widen and she looks panicked, which confuses me even more.
'He saw it on my couch yesterday' she types out.

Oh, fuck me. First, Amy suspects me, now Bryce. This is a lot more dangerous than I thought. I knew it was risky, but this is a whole new level.

Wait, it's just a handbag. Plenty of people have the same handbag! Hopefully, he'll think it's just a coincidence.

As I try to get on with the lesson, I keep thinking back to last night, every time I look at my desk, I think of how she pinned me down, how she tasted me, how she rode me... she literally let me live my fantasy. I told her that morning what I wanted to do and she actually made it happen.

I look back to the class and realise that I had just stopped talking in the middle of my sentence...
"Sorry, I thought I saw something." I say as I try my best to recover, for now, I've just got to keep my eyes off of 3 things.

Y/N, my desk and Bryce.

If I look at Y/N, Bryce will notice and he'll know for sure. If I look at my desk, I'll get distracted. And if I look at Bryce, I'll probably give it all away.

Y/N's POV

Class ends and I pick up my things, ready to leave. Bryce walks over to me and asks to talk. Let's see how I can avoid this.

"So I'm just gonna ask... did you fuck Professor Romanoff?" He says in the bluntest manor possible. Smooth, man.
Okay, let's think here. Do I play dumb? Do I act like she's not my type? What's my approach here?

"How would I even do that?" I ask, with a confused expression.
"I don't know! She just has the same bag as the person you had over last night so I thought I'd ask!" He says defensively, I look around and spot about 3 people with that same bag.
"So does she, and them... her too!" I point at each individual person, "It's a popular bag, man."
He looks around,
"Oh."
"And I don't think people actually sleep with their professors, I've never heard a single story about it that wasn't from a book or a movie." I state, trying to move the conversation in a different direction.
"It would be cool if you did though, like I think you would like 'win university' if you did that. Especially with Romanoff! She is hot!"
"And I think she's married?" I add on, I know she's not, but hey, what does Bryce know?

He smiles,
"Well, I've got to get to practice. Text me if you win university!" He starts walking off,
"Will do."

Thankfully, Bryce is easily manipulated.
Well, it's good for me, probably not great for his long-term mental health.

I walk back to Natasha's classroom... I should be getting to my next class but I wanted to stop by and let her know about Bryce. The doors closed and the window on it has been covered. I try to open it, it's locked. But when I pushed on the door, I heard a sudden scramble and so I take my phone out and call her.

"Hey." She says, as if she's trying to catch her breath.
"Are you okay? I just tried to-"
"Oh, that was you?" I can hear her footsteps.
She hangs up the phone before I can say anything else and the door unlocks, she opens it only slightly, grabs my hand and pulls me in.
The room is dark, every single window has been covered and the lights are off. But I can feel sweat on her skin.

She pushes me against the door, closing it again. She locks it and pushes her body against mine, her hands are on my face and her lips are on mine.
When she moves away for a breath, I gently hold her back.

"What is going on?" I ask softly.
I look down, she doesn't have her skirt on, she's in her underwear.
"I... I can't be in this classroom without thinking about you."
"You were masturbating." I say, she was obviously already aware of that fact.
"Yes, I was." She says, still holding me. "I didn't think I would see you until the end of the day and I couldn't help myself."

As hot as it was, I didn't want her to get caught - she took every precaution but that was even more suspicious. She's never had all her windows blocked, door locked and lights off after a class - the fact that she did today would make more people suspicious.

This is a chance I can take. I remember when she told me that I make her feel crazy. I could take this opportunity to make her feel just a tiny bit more crazy for me...and it'll certainly make tonight more interesting.

"You don't get to touch yourself."

"What?" She furrows her brow,
"You don't get to touch yourself unless I say so."
She slowly pulls away from me, shocked.
"Are you joking?" 
"What about me makes you think I'm joking?" I say, a growing smirk forms upon my face.
"Are you going to help me?" She asks,
"Oh, no. I'm going to go to class. You're going to put your skirt back on and your going to do anything but touching yourself."
"But I already start-"
"I don't care." I cut her off, watching her react makes me so happy. "You stop now, or you'll get punished later."

Her eyes widen.
"Now, get yourself presentable... I'll see you tonight." I watch as she walks over to her desk, picks up her skirt and puts it back on. As I turn to unlock the door...
"How will you know if I do?" She challenges,
"You can't trick me, Professor Romanoff." I smile as I watch her blood boil, she hates it, but she loves me.

I unlock the door, turn the light on and walk out. I hear her sigh loudly as I close the door behind me. Thank god that the hallway is empty, everyone's already in class.

How the fuck am I supposed to know if she does? How the fuck am I supposed to punish her if she does?