Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

She pulls me on top of her, running her arms under my shirt and grazing her nails across my skin. Her lips brush against mine, purposefully avoiding me as I try to kiss her.
"You sure you want this?" She asks,
"Why wouldn't I?" I sit up slightly, looking down at her.
"I just wanted to make sure, in case you wanted to work up to it. I hurt you and I don't want you to feel rushed." She pushes my hair back and holds me at the neck.

"Don't worry, Natasha. I want to pick up where we left off. You gave me a very passionate kiss and expected me to leave it there?" I tease.
"You pushed me away!" She then sits up, forcing me off her.
"We were in the middle of class." I defend.
"And like I told you before, I won't hesitate to throw you on the desk and fuck you in front of everyone if that's what I need to do!" She says with a smirk on her face.
"Oh, please! You don't have the guts to actually do that. You wouldn't even look at me after that kiss, you were embarrassed!" I pry. "If you were going to, you would've done it already."

She grabs my neck, pushing me up off the couch and leading me through the living room.
"You want me to fuck you, huh?" She pins me against the nearest wall.
"God, yes." I exclaim as she forces her lips against mine, holding me against the wall with her hands on my chest. She grabs at my shirt, ripping it from my skin and discarding it in seconds. Her lips stay planted on mine as she pushes her entire weight on me, keeping me against the wall.
"What's the safe word?" She asks in between our intense kisses.
"Red. The safe word is Red." I respond, pushing my lips back against hers desperately.

I love when she's rough. She's so worried about losing her edge, but she doesn't seem too concerned when she's tearing my shirt off. She needs to get out of her own head.

I put my hands behind her head, quickly undoing her braid and running my fingers through her hair, pulling at it roughly.
I then reach for her ass with one hand, she quickly grabs my wrist and pins it to the wall. With my other hand, I reach around her and grab her waist in attempts to push her off of me, I want to take control. She takes her free hand from my chest and grabs my other wrist. She holds both of my hands above my head with one of hers, keeping her lips on mine the whole time.

I bend my leg so that my foot is against the wall, I use it push off and pull away from her grasp. My hands run through her hair once again and grip it, using it to guide her away from the wall.
"Why are you being such a brat?" She spits, pulling at the hem of my jeans and quickly unzipping them as I lead her backwards.
"I know how much you love it when I tease you." I respond, leading her to the bedroom and pushing her inside. I quickly throw her onto the bed.

There's something in the room that wasn't there before. A mirror. Right in front of the bed, propped up against the wardrobe. Well, this is gonna be interesting.

Natasha sits up and pulls her shirt off as I slam the door shut.
"You didn't touch yourself while I was gone, did you?" I say, looking at the mirror.
"I'll do what I want. You don't own me." She stands up, wrapping her hand around my throat and turning me around. She tries to push me down onto the bed in place of her.
"I own you." She says sternly, tightening her grip.

I grab her wrist and force her to turn around, I position myself behind her. Her hand reaches back, still trying to trace my neck. With my free hand, I reach into her underwear and push two fingers inside of her aggressively, she presses her body against me as she lets out a strain of gentle moans. I let go of her wrist and grip her neck instead, her head reluctantly leans back and gives me more area to hold.
"You were looking forward to me." I husk out, feeling the wetness in her underwear.
"Fuck you!" She shouts.

She starts pushing off me, wriggling and trying to suppress her light moans.
"Stay fucking still." I demand, she laughs and keeps pushing.
"Shut your mouth." She says, breaking out from my hold, turning around and grabbing my waist. She pulls me towards her and leans into a kiss. She grips at my skin and falls on top of me, both of us hitting the bed.
"Why don't you put your mouth to good use?" She pulls off her jeans and her underwear, quickly adjusting and pressing herself down on my face.

She grinds against me, finally letting her moans out. I watch as she looks up, looking herself in the mirror while she rides my tongue.
"There you go, baby." She groans, "Right there." I move my hands to her thighs, squeezing on them before snaking my hands up to her back and scratching into her skin with my nails. Her moans get louder and she presses into me harder. I reach up further, grabbing a fistful of her soft hair and pulling her head back.

Her movements get sloppier and she starts moving faster, I up the pressure even more, pushing my tongue to the limits.
"Fuck, you feel so good." She moans. She then reaches down and grabs my hair, she pulls on it just like I'm doing to hers. Her legs start to shake and she pushes down on me as much as she possibly can, grinding on my face quickly and in a trail of loud moans, she finally finishes.

She slowly gets off me, taking her time to give me a chance to clean her up.
"That was much better than all that pointless talking you were doing." She runs her hands through her hair, fixing it up a little bit. She then leans next to me, just by my ear.
"Do you need my fingers?" She asks in a low tone,
"I don't need anything from you." I spit back harshly. She laughs and starts to get up.
"Well then, I'll just go." She smiles, I grab her wrist and pull her back to me.
"Fine! Yes. I need you." I give in. As much as I tried, she's in full control of me. It certainly feels good, but it's fun to be resistant every once in a while. "I need you so badly."

She pulls my underwear off and holds me by my waist, she guides me onto my hands and knees, facing the mirror. She moves behind me, teasing me with her fingers gently.
"Natasha..." I hum, her hand quickly collides with my ass.
"I thought I told you to shut your mouth!" She pushes two fingers inside of me, rapidly moving them in and out.

"God, you're so desperate for me." She groans, I can't help but close my eyes as she quickly pulses her fingers inside of me. No slow buildup, just instant, rough finger-fucking. It seems that she gets rougher with every moan I release, holding me by hip and forcing me still, as much as I feel the need to move closer to her.

"Look at me." She demands but I can't open my eyes. It feels too good.
"Do as you're told, you slut!" Her hand slaps my ass again, I jolt forward and my eyes open. She grabs my hair with her free hand and pulls it back, guiding me to look at her through the mirror.

My legs are shaking, they feel like clothes hung out in rapid winds. I'm quickly getting numb from the overwhelming sensation.
"Only two fingers in and you're already shaking for me." She pulls my hair tighter, moving me closer to her. A third finger joins in, the pressure inside of me building quickly. She pushes in and out of me at a consistent fast pace.
"How close are you?" She asks,
"I'm almost there... fuck." I stutter out, struggling to speak. Our eyes are still locked onto each other, unable to look away.

She pulls me even closer. Her body grinds against my leg while her fingers push, knuckles deep, inside me.
"Hold it, baby." She says as I feel myself moving closer and closer to the edge. She quickly repositions herself, putting her mouth in between my legs, ready to swallow everything.
"Now." She speaks into my body and on command, I finish. My body falls down as her tongue starts to clean me up, making me groan from the overstimulation.

Once she's done, she gently pulls me towards her and puts my head on the pillow. She pulls the cover over us both and holds me tightly, my body still shaking.
"That was amazing." She says softly, her attitude has completely changed.
"Please be rough more often." I kiss her neck tenderly, "And god, I had no clue that I could do that on command..."
"It was very hot of you." She toys with my hair.

"Are you okay? Do you need a drink or anything?"
"I should shower." I sigh,
"Is it okay if I help you? You're still shaking and I don't want you to hurt yourself." She says as I slowly get up.
"Yes, please."

Natasha helps me to the shower, sitting me on the bench and washing me. She continuously tells me to take it easy and she gives me a bunch of small kisses everywhere. She washes herself too. The entire time, she's so delicate and thoughtful, telling me that we're gonna be okay and that she's always got me, whenever I need her.

A/N: I didn't want to split this chapter in two, that would just break the flow imo so I just made a longer chapter.
I walked a fine line writing this, the entire time I was thinking "is this fucking or fighting?" But then I remembered that it's Natasha and that she'd probably be down for either.

Also, you can thank haileyromanoff for this, I was unsure whether to do this scene so I asked her 'yes or no', and she said yes so yeah, rough sex, thank her.