Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

"Yes." I say desperately, her lips press to mine for a moment, enough to leave me wanting more. "Please." I mutter. Natasha smiles and climbs on top of me.
"You're so hot when you're begging." She says, gently nibbling on my ear. She's presses herself against my body, just slightly higher than I want her, and she litters gentle kisses over my neck.

"Natasha... I need to feel you." I say, she's giving me enough to keep me on edge but not enough to please me fully. I try to move my hips for any sort of friction but she holds me still.
"Be patient, darling." She says, giving me another soft peck. "Soon."

"How do I- what do you want me to do?" I stutter out, she grazes her lips over that sweet spot on my neck and then leans towards my face - centimetres away.
"Kiss me and hold me, you'll get your release. I promise." She says, and like that, I push my face against hers.

We fight back and forth for a few moments with aggressive kisses. Biting each other's lips and forcing our tongues into each other's mouths. Her hands glide up my body, one of them caressing my chin while the other holds me down against the couch. My hands snake around her back, pulling her closer to me. I'm still so tempted to grind against her, but the friction of her pulling into a deeper kiss is enough to satisfy me for the time being.

Natasha sits up, taking a brief break to catch her breath. She drags her thumb down my bottom lip, pulling it down my chin slightly as she leans back onto me.
"Kiss me until you finish." She says and as if like magic, the vibrator turns back on. I turn to glance at her other hand, holding her phone slyly behind my head.

Her tongue slides across my lips. Instantly, I pull her in as the vibrations start to pick up. She has full control of my pleasure and she's not even touching me where I need her. I release a moan into her mouth that beckons her to deepen the kiss, as if like clockwork.

It's always been like this. We fit together perfectly. It's like she can see my thoughts sometimes, able to instantly respond to what I want from her. I moan and she moans louder, the noises I make alone are enough to get her going and vice versa. It's amazing. Every damn time.

She increases the speed of the vibrator, making it harder and harder for me to keep my mouth against hers. My moans are pouring out of me and I can't contain them any longer. Natasha keeps kissing me even though I can't kiss her back.
"Are you close?" She asks, I can only respond with small mumbles, moans and excessive nodding. She smiles and ramps up the vibrator again.

I feel myself arching under the pressure, clenching my eyes and moaning Natasha's name as I finally get my release. I hear Natasha laughing as the vibrations slow down and eventually come to a stop.

Her hand reaches under her dress and she starts to please herself.
"Let me, Tasha." I say, breathing heavily.
"No. Just relax and watch me, I'm almost there." She says, I nod and watch as her hand moves into her underwear and starts to circle around her clit.

Fairly quickly, her moans start to catch up.
"Fuck, Y/N." She lets out, I gently stroke her hair while she rides her own fingers on top of me.
"You're so beautiful." I say, she nods and starts moving faster.
"Do that again, please." She responds in between moans.

"I love it when you moan for me." I say in the most seductive voice I can.
"Fuck." She moans again. "I'm so close. Keep going...please."
"You're such a good girl, touching yourself for me." And with that, she starts to shake, letting out a final set of moans before falling down on top of me.

"Holy fuck." She mutters as I wrap my arms around her.
"I agree." I say with a smile, she giggles. She then reaches into my underwear and takes the vibrator out, I whimper as she touches me. I'm still sensitive.

"Why did you tease me for so long?" I ask as she lays on my chest.
"To make it feel better." She mumbles, "Did it work?"
"Oh yeah, definitely." I nod, she smiles. We both lay with each other for a little while before Natasha starts to sit up.

"Shower?" She asks, I accept and we both make our way to the bathroom. We spend most of our shower just holding each other, kissing each other gently and complimenting one another.

The Next Morning
Romanoff's POV

I'm in our room getting ready for the day, Y/N's in the bathroom brushing her teeth and whatnot.
"Oh, fuck me!" I hear her groan, I walk over to the door and knock on it.
"You okay, baby?" I ask, she opens the door.
"Satan has decided to attack my uterus." She states blankly before wrapping her arms around me and falling on top of me. We both land on the bed.

We've been together for months now and this is the first time she's gotten her period, I had honestly forgotten about it until now.
"I forgot to pick up my birth control." She groans,
"You don't need birth control, do you?" I ask curiously.
"That's exactly why I have it. I don't wanna bleed for a week every month for literally no reason."

"You haven't had yours since we got together either, are you on birth control?" She says. I don't really like to talk about it, but I can't blame her for asking.
"I don't get my period." I say, "I had a surgery for it a while ago." I keep it as vague as possible, I feel her nodding against me.
"Oh, okay."

"You didn't pick up your prescription?" I ask, trying to keep the focus on her.
"I've been busy, I forgot!" She groans, still holding me. Her head is buried into my chest and her arms are wrapped around me tightly.
"We'll go pick it up, it's okay. I'll look after you." I say, planting a soft kiss on her head.