Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

Natasha practically runs to me, I caress her face with one hand and hold her waist with the other as she throws herself on me. Her lips press against mine, she's desperate to taste me. She pushes my dressing gown off and lets it fall to the floor, slowly dragging her fingers across my shoulders.

She pushes me against the kitchen island, holding my neck as she puts her tongue in my mouth. Her hard kisses continue as I run my hands through her hair, tightly gripping it and switching our position. I push her against the counter, she gasps lightly and opens her eyes. I grab her by the legs and lift her on top of the counter.

I clench the bottom of her shirt, pulling it upwards and ripping it in half. She gasps and giggles.
"Take your bra off." I demand as I take the rest of her clothes off of her. She reaches behind her and takes her bra off.
"Good girl." I husk out, I drop to my knees again. She sits on the edge of the counter and I start gently kissing the inside of her thighs. She lets out a small whimper, reaching down and trying to push my head closer to her.
"Be patient, baby." I gently rub her legs, "I'll get there."

I kiss her stomach, inner legs and all around. After teasing her severely, I lean in, finally putting my tongue on her clit. She releases a stifled moan and grasps desperately at my hair. Her legs lift up, resting her feet on my shoulders. She pushes her hips as close to me as possible.

"Angel, I-"
"Call me that again and I'll stop." I threaten, she stops speaking, but her moans continue. Her legs start to shake and she move closer to the edge of the kitchen island. Her hands grasp the edge of the counter, holding on as tightly as possible.

I look at her hands as the veins become extra visible and her fingers curl around the lip of the countertop. She's holding on with all of her strength. Her moans get louder and more frequent, mixed in with curses and pleads to finish.

Her entire body shakes, forcing itself forward into me as she finishes in my mouth. I take my time in making sure that I swallow all of it. I pull away from her and glance up, she's got sweat rolling down her face and her cheeks are bright red.
"Thank you." She says softly.
"Who said I was finished?" I grab her waist and pull her off the counter, "You wanted to be fucked so badly, I want to make it worth it."
I walk hastily to our bedroom, holding her, and I drop her down on the bed, she watches me as I slowly lower onto the bed in front of her, crawling towards her.

"Turn around baby, head against the pillow." I instruct her, she nods and follows my orders. She puts her head on the pillow and lies on her stomach.
I climb on top of her, reaching underneath her and pushing my two fingers inside of her and using my other hand to play with her nipples.

"Fuck, Angel." She groans, clawing at the bedsheets.
"I told you not to call me that." I grab both of her wrists with one hand and hold them above her head, still thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
"Keep your hands there or you'll regret it." I let go of her wrists, but she keeps them in place to the best of her abilities. She starts pleading again, she's getting close.

"I love you." I say, "Do you love me?"
She starts nodding, unable to speak.
"I can't hear you, speak up."
"I lov-" she gets cut off by her own moans as I rapidly move my fingers in and out of her, curling them in the right place to make her crazy.
"Try again, baby."
"I love y-" once again, her pleasure overtakes her and she can't finish her sentence.
"One more try, I know you can do it."

"I love you!" She screams, shaking underneath me as she finishes. Our bodies are practically stuck together with sweat. I wait until she catches her breathe to finally get off of her. She turns to me slowly,
"Thank you." She says. I gently hold her chin,
"Ah, ah, ah. You're missing something." I tease, she takes a moment to think.
"Thank you, Angel?"
"Good girl." I lean in and kiss her delicately. She lets out a small hum as we kiss.

I stand up and walk towards the door,
"Wait, baby." She calls out, "Come hold me."
"I will, let me just check make sure dinner isn't burning." I smile and walk out of the room. I hear a deep sigh, I do really want to hold her, but I don't want to burn my food...
I lean down and check on the pasta, it's about ready - a few more minutes.

In the meantime, I put my dressing gown back on and I check my phone. Amy messaged me,
'Hey, wyd?' I smile and type a text in response,
'Making dinner for me and Nat.'
'I thought you couldn't cook.' She responds,
'I can cook very specific things'
I then type another text, she loves gossip so...
'And me and Natasha just had an amazing time...'
Just as I thought, she immediately calls me, I answer and put the phone to my ear.
"Tell me everything!" She says excitedly, I start explaining what happened while I plate our dinner.

Amy's always been the kind of friend to want details about everything, she never pushes for them. But if your willing to talk, she'll listen for hours.

"Give me one moment, Amy." I say into the phone, "Natasha! Do you want your dinner in bed?"
"Yes please." She responds. I walk to the bedroom with our plates, holding the phone against my shoulder.
"Amy, I'm gonna have to go."
"Okay, enjoy your dinner. I'm glad you're happy with her." She responds. I put our plates down and hang up, I climb onto the bed next to Natasha.

"Were you bragging about fucking me?" She asks as she picks up her plate.
"No, I was simply talking about fucking you... in a bragging matter." I smile.

She laughs and tries the food.
"This is great, Y/N."
"It's one of the few dishes I can make, it's my dad's recipe. I can also make soup...and I can make a full meal out of anything microwaveable." I eat some pasta for myself. "Oh yeah, this is great."

I put my arm around her and we both start eating, occasionally she steals from my plate and so I slyly steal from hers every so often.
"Happy one week anniversary, baby." I say, she sits up and looks at me with wide eyes, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just didn't think you'd say anything. Happy one week anniversary." She takes my hand and kisses it.