Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

I walk through the school with my hand holding my backpack on my shoulder. I manage to block out the comments from students about our relationship for the most part. Bryce walks over to me,
"Hey, you good to talk?" He says, I turn to look at him and nod. "So, when are you leaving?"
"Today's my last day, actually."
"Oh, wow." He smiles, "You picked a new school?"
"I've got one in mind, I'm just waiting to see if they accept my transfer." I say. "And hey, maybe don't go to Romanoff's class today?"

"You want me to skip class with you?" He says with a smile,
"Not exactly, I'll be there, I just don't think you should be." I say, keeping it vague.
"Oh, something's gonna happen, isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah." I nod, "something's definitely gonna happen."

"I mean, I'll try skip. Last time I got caught and sent to class anyway." He says, I turn to look at him with a smile,
"Well that's probably because you were doing something stupid, right?"
"Just a little bit." He says, "But I've got to meet some people in the library, you wanna come with?" He offers to me.
"No, thanks. I'll see you later." I say, he waves and walks off.

I walk to my first class of the day, going through it normally, or as normally as I possibly can. And now, it's time. I'm going to show up late, me and Natasha have a bit of a plan. But before I go in, I'm gonna text her and see if she's still up for it. She had her doubts last night and I don't want to force her into anything.

'Hey, baby. Are you still wanting to do this?' I send her, she responds fairly quickly.
'Yeah, if it ever gets too much for either of us, that's what the safe word is for.'
'I'll be there soon' I type to her,
'Okay, Angel. Can't wait to see you :)'

It's always adorable when she adds hearts and smiley faces to our texts, but she never uses emojis, she always types them out.

I walk into the classroom about 8 minutes late, instantly, Natasha's eyes snap to me.
"You're late." She says with a stern tone, arms crossed and tapping her foot.
"So?" I respond, she rolls her eyes and gestures to my chair.
"Go sit down."
"Fine." I walk over to my seat and sit down, Natasha starts running through the lesson again but when I put my feet up on the table she stops and looks over to me.

"Feet down. Now." She demands.
"No." I respond, matching her tone. Students make a few gasp noises, they'll be doing that a lot soon. Natasha storms over to me and pushes my feet off the table with as much aggression as she can without actually hurting me.
"Stop being such a brat, sit down normally and do the damn work!" She raises her voice a little, keeping harshness in her tone.
"Maybe if you stopped eyeing me up every five seconds and got on with the lesson, they'd be work to do." I retort. She scoffs and turns away from me,
"Get your notebook out." She says.

I can see that she's still a bit nervous. She's giving this tough, angry demeanour but getting a look at her up close, her eyes are soft and filled with worry.

She called me a brat. As much as I love when she takes control of me, I'm going to fight for dominance as much as possible. We've got an audience after all, we should make it entertaining. Though, I'm not super confident in my ability to win against her. She's stronger than me and very hard to resist being under.

Amy leans over to me, of course she would, she doesn't seem to be getting the hint.
"I know you're mad at me but did you two get in a fight?" She says,
"That's none of you business." I respond.
"Really?" She says, leaning closer, "If something happened, I think it would help you to talk about it."

That pisses me off. How can she suddenly start acting like a good friend? She's offering to let me vent, she never did that when we were friends.

"So now you're a good friend?" I snap, turning to look at her. "It took all of this for you to finally start being considerate?"
"Y/N, I'm just trying to-"
"Pretend you were a good friend all along to help you clear your conscious?" I cut her off.

When I turn to look forward again, Natasha's leaning forward with both hands on my desk, staring at me with her devilish eyes.
"Stop talking." She says, "Before I make you."
The class falls completely silent, I rise up from my chair to match her eye line.
"Go ahead then." I say as she lets go of the desk, "Make me."

The magic words, 'make me'. Those two words would send anyone into a spiral, determined to prove that they can make them do what they want. For Natasha specifically, I know it means that she'll be rougher than usual, which makes for a lot more fighting over power. Exactly what I want.

Her hands reach up to my face, pulling me forward and into a rough kiss. My front side hits against the desk and I let out a small grunt. She laughs against my skin. She pulls me away from the desk and towards her, leading me with her soft hands.

Amy reaches up and grabs my arm, trying to pull me away from Natasha. But before I can do anything, Natasha lifts her hand from my body and pushes Amy back onto her chair. Effectively stopping her.

Natasha's hands wrap around my head as my hands slides across her leg, she lifts her leg and pushes it against mine. I grip her thigh and her waist and push her against her desk. Her tongue finds its way into my mouth as we continually press our lips against each other's, listening to the orchestra of shocked and screaming students around us.

Her hand moves down to my ass, squeezing it and slapping it fairly softly while I reach for her shirt buttons and start undoing them for her. She reaches up and starts unbuttoning my shirt too before tracing her soft fingertips down my body and along my abdomen.
"You sure you want to do this?" She whispers softly,
"I am, are you?" I respond. She nods,
"Yes."

I push her shirt off and onto her desk. She leans against the wooden surface, gripping it by the edge as I kiss her neck, marking her with purple and blue. I hook my thumbs under her black bra straps and pull on them slightly. She puts her hand on my chest and pushes me back.
"You're not winning here." She says with a harsh tone,
"You're the one in your bra, Natasha." I respond, Natasha grabs my unbuttoned shirt and pulls it off me, discarding it and pulling me by the hips back towards her lips.

"Guys, please stop!" Amy's voice pleads from behind us, her shrill tone overtaking the others in the classroom.
"God, would you just shut the fuck up?" Natasha groans, keeping her body pressed against mine. Amy sits down again slowly.
"That was hot." I mutter, looking at Natasha. Her lips force against mine again as her hands reach back to my hair.

I push her against the desk again, lifting her on top of it, kissing down her neck and to her chest. Her hands wrap into my hair and hold me as I plant soft kisses on her sensitive skin.
"Would you stop teasing already?" She grabs at my bra strap, pulling me back to her mouth as my hand slips under her clothes. I trace my fingers delicately over her underwear. She lets out a small whimper and holds onto my neck as I keep up the teasing.

Some students start to leave, others watch in complete awe and silence. Luckily, it seems that none of them have decided to film us or anything. But I suppose the initial shock might still be setting in.

I push my fingers past Natasha's underwear and slowly slip one inside of her, normally I start with two but I want to make her as desperate as I possibly can. Natasha holds me as she bites her bottom lip, still on the desk. She's trying to stay quiet. Her eyes move around the classroom, she can see every single student watching her, which can't be exactly fun.
"Look at me, baby." I whisper, her eyes snap on to mine in seconds, "Do you want to stop?"
"I don't know." She mumbles, "I can't decide."

I take my fingers away from her legs and put them back to her waist, holding her as she pushes into another kiss.
"I know this was my idea." She says between our kisses, "I shouldn't be doubting it."
"No, no. If you don't want to do it, we don't have too." I reassure her,
"Red..." she says hesitantly. I pull away from the kiss and she nods. I take a step back to let her put her shirt back on. She hands me mine, her hands are shaking. She was scared to say the safe word.

We both turn when we hear someone clearing their throat.