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darkkryptonian · 8 months

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Okay, go ahead. Ask me the question about any of your OTPs and let's see if we can answer them.

Obligatory OTP Asks

I've decided to make my own because I'm running out of OTP ask games but I never get bored of them.

inspired by this mega post. None are exact copies (that I'm aware of) but in keeping with the general tone.

TW: angst, suggestive content, etc.

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Describe their cozy night in.

Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

What happens if one of them gets sick?

What are their thoughts on having children?

Describe their first date.

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

Who’s the bigger tease?

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

Can they stay up all night just talking?

Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

How do they feel about PDA?

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

What reminds each of their partner?

Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

Do they have any hobbies they share?

What are their vices?

Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

Who's the better story teller?

Who's the better cook?

Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

Who's more artistic?

Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Which is more likely to swear?

Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Can they fall asleep without the other?

Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves?

Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

Who's the better driver?

Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

who's more likely to do something out of spite?

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Describe their weekend getaway?

Would they ever go skinny dipping?

Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

Who tops? Who bottoms?

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

#maya x carina #natasha x wanda #lena x kara #supercorp #wandanat #marina #station19 #the avengers #supergirl

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darkkryptonian · 9 months

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So, a few facts about me.

1. I turned 24 recently.

2. I am both terrified of being alone and yet, my attitude makes it really hard for people to deal with me.

3. I believe that if I was not in the world anymore, no one would care. From the past proven experiences, countless times, it will definitely happen.

4. I miss everyone that has left me. Especially those who have left me with the deepest of scars. I am wounded and my heart bleeds for them.

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darkkryptonian · 9 months

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I think the saddest emotion in this world is when someone says they deserve something bad happening to them.

“I deserve being left alone.”

“I deserve being in pain.”

“I deserve being screamed at.”

If any of you think that, I am so sorry that you have been going through it. I have been going through the likes of the same, and it hurts so deep that my heart clenches every time someone else says it.

So, I hope one day you believe that you do not deserve anything other than sheer, pure kindness and all the love you can get. I hope one day you get the love you deserve.

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darkkryptonian · 9 months

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Summary: Assasin Reader and Natasha are on a secret mission across the country. Shit happens, they fuck. Read part 1, part 2, and Part 3 of the Belong series here.

A/N: I had another one in mind, but wrote this. No harm, no foul, right? I hope you are all doing well, you are not allowed as always.

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You always knew that there was a certain charm about you that made people spill their secrets to you. So, when your first mission was to work a ballroom full of the most notorious criminals in the world, to pit them against each other and collect intel, you immediately said yes.

So, you put on your best all black suit, and rode the most expensive car you could find in the Stark lot.

Tony had become a bit close to you in the past few weeks. The fact that you were both obsessed with cars, technology, and video games, proved to be a great way to form a bond. So, when you asked Tony for his favorite car, he couldn't deny.

As soon as you got in the ballroom, you could feel several eyes on you. You glided across the room with natural confidence and started talking to the people. Some of them, you knew from the past life, some of them were new players in the game.

That's when a girl approached you and placed a firm hand on your bicep. She started commending you on your physique and you purposely tightened your fist to pump up the bicep.

“I can see what you are doing.”

You heard a sharp sound on your comms and you looked around. There she was, at the bar. Wearing a short black dress, looking divine as always.

You excused yourself and approached your beautiful colleague.

“Are you jealous, Ms Romanoff?”

You asked cheekily, with a smirk you knew she got weak for.

“Why would I be jealous?”

“Exactly. Why would you?”

She looked at you with fire in her eyes, but you didn't let your smile falter. You slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear,

“People can spectate, and admire, Ms. Romanoff, but you are the only one who me and my heart belongs to.”

You grabbed her hand, and placed it on the left side of your chest.

“You feel this? It's all yours.”

You could see a blush adoring her cheeks as she pulled her hand back.

“So cheesy.”

She whispered, but you could hear a small crack in her voice.

“Should I stop?”

You asked again, and she looked up at you. You knew she didn't want you to stop. You pressed a soft kiss under her ear before leaning back and wandering around the room.

You were talking to people, getting them drunk enough to confess their or other's sins. It was going well. So, when a girl approached you with a huge smile, you thought nothing of it and kissed her cheek in greeting. But in a second, a fist collided with your cheek and you were on the ground.

You looked up to see a man twice your size looking at you with rage in his eyes.

“Hey Man. What happened?”

“How dare you touch my woman?”

You smiled and stood up. You met his eyes and looked at his girlfriend.

“I was just greeting her, Man. It's all cool.”

“Hey, what's happening?”

Natasha has approached you after listening to the commotion.

“Oh, it's nothing. Just a little misunderstanding.”

The guy was still standing way closer to your face and you moved away a bit, trying to get Natasha away from him. He tried to grab her elbow and you stopped his hand in the air.

He tried to shake off your hand and there was no way he could have predicted what happened next. Your fist collided with his face and there was a loud cracking noise, followed by a loud scream. Three of his teeth were out of his mouth, and he was wailing with pain.

You placed your foot on his neck and pressed.

“Apologize.”

He was looking up at you, his face still contorted with pain.

“Let it be, Darling.”

Natasha tried to pull you back, but you just increased the pressure.

“If you do not apologize in the next three seconds, I will kill you. Apologize.”

He was afraid of the look you had.

“I am sorry.”

“Not to me, to her.”

“I am sorry.”

Your foot was off of his neck in a moment and you looked at your partner.

“Let's go.”

You encircled an arm around her waist and led her out of the venue. She could see you were angry as you got into the car. She gently grabbed your forearm, and you visibly relaxed with her touch.

“It's okay, Darling. I am fine.”

She said and you looked at her.

“I am sorry. I shouldn't have lost my cool. It's just…”

“I understand, Baby. But, I am fine. See? All okay. Not a scratch.”

You tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. You placed a small kiss on her lips and securely fastened her seatbelt before driving away.

“I love it when you call me by nicknames.”

You said as your car rolled towards the airway. She looked at you with a smile.

“I know. I have a little surprise for you.”

She said and you focused on the road and held out your hand expectantly. In a second you felt a soft fabric in your hand. You felt it for a moment before looking at it.

Natasha was mischievously smirking at you and the panties she had handed you. You smiled at her and kept the panties in your pocket.

“Best gift ever.”

You said, and kept your attention on the road. In a few seconds you heard moans coming from your side and you saw the most intoxicating sight.

Natasha's feet were up on the dash, and one of her hands had disappeared between her thighs as she caressed herself.

“Stop.”

You ordered and she whined.

“Believe me you do not want to disobey me.”

You said and she pulled her hand from between her thighs. Your attention was on the road, but you grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers clean of her juices.

She moaned loudly at the action and clenched her thighs together to get some friction.

“Patience. Thighs apart.”

You commanded as you entered the airfield where the airplane was waiting for you. In a few minutes you were checked in and on board as your flight started its journey.

Natasha was squirming around and you were having fun looking at her little dance. She finally decided something and straddled your lap. Her bare pussy came in direct contact with a button of your shirt and she moaned loudly at the sudden contact.

“I cannot believe you are this desperate.”

You said as you held her thighs firmly in place.

“You protected me. No one has ever done that. The way you held me and led me out of that room, all I wanted to do was to get on my knees and choke on your strap.”

She said as she moved a bit to attain some relief. You smirked as you pulled her back by her neck and kissed her passionately.

You opened your zipped and pulled out your strap of choice for the day while you were kissing her. You stopped and made her stand up and walked up to the bar at the far end of the cabin.

She was standing there, looking at you with curiosity.

“I was promised a choking on my strap while on the knees.”

You said, your smirk firmly in place and she started walking towards you when you held up a hand, making her stop in her tracks.

“You are forgetting the on the knees part, Princess.”

She finally realized what you wanted and got on all fours as she crawled towards you. She was looking at your strap hungrily as you gently patted her head.

“Get working.”

You had chosen a rather large appendage for today. She started sucking it bit by bit, but you were having none of it. You pinched her nose and inserted your entire appendage deep in her throat.

She gagged a bit, but you kept fucking her throat ruthlessly. She finally tapped out after a few minutes and you pulled her on both her legs by her neck.

You held her by her waist and made her hop on the bar. You sat on the barstool and opened her legs. She was glistening with pleasure and you took an opportunity to lick her entire length.

She squirmed and moaned at the contact and you stood up to look at her.

“I am going to be rough now, Kitten. Is that okay?”

She nodded.

“Verbal consent.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A woman as powerful as the Black Widow calling you daddy did things to her you never imagined were possible. You thrusted a finger in her wet pussy while you kissed her hard.

“What is your safe word?”

“Widow.”

“That's my good girl.”

You said and thrusted your finger knuckle deep in her getting a loud moan. You increased your speed in her, while caressing her clit with your thumb and she hugged you tightly, hiding her face in your neck.

“Cum for Daddy.”

You said after a few minutes and she clutched onto your shoulder tightly as her back arched away from you. You held her in place by her waist and kept fucking her till she rode her orgasm.

She finally slumped against you and you softly whispered soft nothings in her ear as your hands stopped their motions completely.

“Are you okay, Princess?”

You asked and she nodded against your neck. You gently pulled your fingers from inside her and she whined at the loss. You maneuvered your hand on the other side of the bar and got a piece of ice.

You softly placed it on the top of her now battered lips and she hissed at the sudden cold contact. She tried to close her thighs, but you had a strong hold on her. You inserted the piece of ice in her and she pulled away from you, looking at you with her eyes wide.

“Just a few seconds, Babygirl.”

There was conviction in your voice, and she nodded. You kept it in her for a few seconds and then pulled it out. You maneuvered your hands inside her dress and teased her nipples with the cold sensation.

She moaned at the contact, but you were fixated on the job at hand. You finally decided that you have had enough of her being dressed and tore the dress from the hem.

Her nipples were perked up because of the attention and you gently pinched one before starting to suck on the other.

She held your head in place as you gave her body the much deserved attention and she whined loudly when you placed another mark right below her boob.

“We need to eat something.”

You said suddenly as you pulled away from her and she whined at the loss of contact. You placed an order for the food and carried her to your seat. You made her sit there and borrowed a robe, and dressed her in it.

In a few minutes there food was delivered to the seat, and you started feeding her bite by bite. By the end of the meal, she was straddling your thigh, feeding you strawberries, and grinding herself against you. You had opened her robe somewhere during the meal, and were playing with her boobs like a stress ball.

“You may cum.”

It was not as intense as the first one. She just clutched onto you hard and whined in your ear as she came.

You maneuvered your hand between the both of you and slightly started caressing her center. She whined, as she was sensitive, but you kept going. She was getting wetter again and once you both were sufficiently aroused, you picked her up, and deposited her on your lap.

She was now straddling you and you softly pushed the tip of your strap in her. She moaned loudly at the intrusion and clutched onto your shirt.

You tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Open your eyes.”

She opened her eyes to look at you.

“I want you to use your safe word if this gets too much, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She consented and you started pushing your strap on her. She was gorgeous right and you could feel her opening up bit by bit as your strap went in. You were halfway when she slumped against you, maybe another orgasm and you finally decided to push it entirely in her.

She arched on your lap, and screamed when you pulled her back. She bit down hard on your shoulder and you started moving yourself a bit.

After a few minutes she got used to the moment and started moving on her own. You stood up with her in your arms and took her against the wall of the plane as you started fucking her hard.

She was looking at you with unshed tears in her eyes and you kissed her before finally giving her the last push as both of you found your release and you pushed in her a few more times before stopping entirely.

She was now thoroughly tired and it was evident from her expressions. You gently pulled your strap from inside her and cleaned it up with a tissue before tucking it in your pants again.

You shed your suit, and your shirt and took your girlfriend to the ensuite bath in the plane. You made her sit on the toilet, before running a bath for her and she looked at you with adoration. Your skin was shining with sweat and your back muscles were moving deliciously as you worked on making a comfortable bath for her.

When the bath was finally ready, you picked her up in a bridal carry and softly placed her in the water. You started washing her up, kissing her from time to time. You took your time tending to her now bruised center and other marks you left on her. She was feeling deliciously sore and didn't realize when she nodded off. You picked her up, dried her and took her to the seat. You cuddled up besides her, taking her into your arms and placing a warm, comforting hand on her aching pussy.

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She wasn't able to walk correctly when she woke up the next day. So, you were her chaperon every time she needed to go anywhere. You picked her up in a bridal carry and carried her over your room and tucked her in the bed.

You kissed her forehead and her cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I am sorry for tiring you out, Natasha.”

“You are so not sorry. Your smug smile says it all.”

She complained with a feigned annoyance and you kissed her harder.

“I hope I can carry you like this, forever.”

“I hope I can get carried by you like this, Forever.”

#natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #bottom natasha romanoff #top reader #the avengers #they fucked #cheesy

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darkkryptonian · 9 months

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As I am getting closer to turning 24, here is one of the greatest realizations I have had.

Sometimes, it is no one's fault. It was not them, and neither was it you. It was the situation both of you were put in at the time that made you grow apart. Yes, words were said, and people were hurt. But that doesn't mean either of you were or is a bad person.

And no, I am not asking you to forgive the person. You are allowed to go through your motions and have your emotions. But, I do wish that you forgive yourself one day.

(P. S. I haven't been able to forgive myself yet. I hope I will be able to one day)

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darkkryptonian · 9 months

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Summary: Natasha is Younger Stark's professor. She catches her fucking another student. There is a twist. (I wish I was better at this)

A/N: Well, you can refer to my Masterlist if you wish to read more of my stuff. Also, request if you wish to. Also, my life has a huge void I do not know how to fill, and last but not the least, you are not allowed.

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“Professor.”

You greeted the redhead with your eyes as you entered the class. She replied back with a slight nod and motioned you to sit.

“Your behavior has been a matter of concern for a very long time, Ms. Stark. But, what you did yesterday was way out of line.”

She was talking and you smirked. Natasha had walked in on you eating a girl in the women's washroom. You had kept going even though you knew she was in the room so you could give her the release she deserved for being a good girl. You had then helped the girl dress up and placed one last kiss on her clothed pussy before bidding a goodbye.

Then you stood in front of the professor, looking down as she stood a few inches shorter than you. She had asked you to visit her the next day, which brought you to the present.

“We were both consensual adults, doing consensual things in a private space.”

You quipped and she looked at you with an expression that bordered offense.

“This is a University. You cannot do this…”

You smiled and stood up in front of her.

“I am one of the brightest students in this university, if I seek some stress relief from time to time I don't see a reason for you to stop me.”

You had walked closer to her and she took a step back just to maintain distance.

“Ms Stark, this is a university and you are expected to behave professionally…”

“I understand that, Ms Romanoff. But, as per my knowledge it is also a crime to be a spectator of such a scene for fifteen minutes just to get to the release.”

You quipped and her eyes shot up at you with a surprise.

“She was the only one with her eyes closed, Professor. Mine and yours were wide open.”

Natasha's expressions turned into true horror and you stepped even closer.

“I do not care that you were in the audience, Natasha. To be honest, I absolutely adored how flushed you were listening to her call me Daddy. I just wish you had taken permission beforehand.”

You could see her visibly flustered.

“What you did was a violation of that girl's privacy. I am all about consent and I am pretty sure she wouldn't have minded if I asked her to let you watch. She would've even given you a taste, if you wished.”

“Shut up!”

You knew you had crossed a boundary. But, you were a Stark and you were not taught to back down. So, you stood in front of her, looking at her with the same fire that was in her eyes. She finally smiled, and you realized that there was disappointment hidden in that expression. You just couldn't figure out why it bothered you so much when she decided to move away from you to get behind her desk.

“You may leave, Ms Stark.”

She said and you looked at her. Her features were now settled into a calm. You looked at her for a few minutes before finally leaving the room.

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That was the last she talked to you for the next two weeks. She was your professor, but before that she was one of Tony's best friends and a person you had admired for all your life.

Her being so cold towards you was bothering you. So, when she entered the party that Tony threw for some god-awful reason, you decided to talk to her.

It was evident that she was avoiding you. She hasn't even spared you a glance the whole event and you couldn't blame her. The fact was, you had fucked up.

So, when she excused herself for a moment to go into the house, you followed her. You gently grabbed her by her elbow and she turned around.

“Do not touch me.”

She said with the same cold in her voice and you retreated your arm.

“I am sorry, Natasha. For everything.”

You had mustered up all the sincerity you could in the apology.

“No, you are not. You were extremely disrespectful, and you feel no regret for it. I know the girls around you fall for this fake facade you put up, but I am not one of your toys. To think I thought of you as a fucking friend.”

The last part was more of a whisper. You could see she was really hurt with what you had done. So, you stepped forward and pulled her in an embrace. She tried to push you away, but you held her adamantly.

“You are not a toy, Natasha.”

You said and pulled away a bit. You held her chin and made her face you.

“You are so much more. I am so sorry for saying all that stupid stuff. Please forgive me. I cannot imagine my life without your smile. Please?”

She would give you that. You were one heck of a smooth talker. She knew she had no option but to forgive you.

“Okay. But this cannot happen again.”

You nodded and pulled her closer by the waist. You looked at her and smiled when you saw a you're of confusion in her eyes and a light blush on her cheeks.

“Shall we, M'lady?”

She chuckled at your overexaggerated gestures and nodded. You smiled back and led her to the party.

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Natasha knew you enjoyed being by yourself around the university, except for the occasional times she saw you going into secluded corners with different girls.

She also knew you always had girls around you. You were an attractive person. Also, being the heir of one of the biggest industrial empires in the world certainly worked in your favor.

So, finding you in that position in the bathroom was not a surprise. But, still she had felt a twinge of hurt in her heart. Yes, she had wished to be the one to call you Daddy. The affection that she felt was recently developed. The fact that you were so assertive and forthcoming about sex was not helping her case.

When she came in the class the day after you apologized, her eyes found yours and you gave her a small wave. She reciprocated with a small smile and looked into the notes in her hands.

When she looked up she noticed a girl sitting way too close to you. She was whispering something in your ear and she noticed your eyes darkening.

She started the lecture, but her eyes kept darting back to you. The hand of yours that was out of her sight was definitely busy because the girl sitting almost on top of you had her eyes closed now.

By the time her lecture was ending, the girl was heavily leaning on your shoulder, as you occasionally muttered some words in her ear. She was nodding along and you saw her finally clutching on to your arm that was definitely inside her and she bit your shoulder to stop her scream.

You gently tucked a few strands of her hair that were on her face behind her ear and she gasped a second later as your hand came into view. You licked your fingers before wiping them on the girl's dress.

“We are done for today. Ms Stark, stay back. I need to talk to you.”

You nodded looking at her and the girl with you left after placing a long kiss on your cheek. You approached her desk and she looked at you.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What?”

“I know you don't really need to study Business Management. You already have two doctorates. Why? Why are you here? Just so you can sit in my class and fuck a person? Is this some kind of sick powerplay for you? If it is, I want you to stop. Because-”

“You.”

You said stopping her rant.

“What?”

“You asked me why I was doing this. The reason is you.”

“You are doing this for me?”

“I have liked you for a very long time.”

Natasha's eyes were widened as she looked at you with a surprise.

“What-”

“May I say my piece? I will not bother you afterwards.”

She stopped and looked at the desk.

“Look at me, please.”

She finally looked up at you.

“I have always been Tony's little sister to you and I understand. But, you were not able to see me as anyone else. This was my attempt to reintroduce myself. I really like you, Natasha. I have ever since we were kids.”

She put a distance between you and her as soon as she heard what you were saying.

“I cannot- leave.”

“But, Natasha…”

“No! No! You don't get to do this. Was the getting with all those girls part about liking me as well? I don't… leave.”

“I am sorry about that. I wish I could give you a good reason for my behavior, but it's just… I wanted to make you jealous.”

The last part was spoken in a very soft whisper.

“You are impossible. Leave.”

“I will. I am… I am sorry.”

You said and looked at her once before making yourself scarce from her classroom. She glanced at your retreating figure before letting go of the breath she was holding ever since you professed your affection for her.

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You had made it a point to not come across her. You avoided every party, every gathering. You even stopped hanging out with some of your common friends.

It bothered Natasha. Ever since you all were kids, you were always present in her life. You were merely three years younger than Tony, and you had become a part of his crew very early on. So, not having you around was not only bothering her, but also everyone else around her.

“Stark! Where's your sister?”

Clint asked as she approached Tony who was standing at the bar.

“Venice. A business dispute that needs to be settled.”

Clint nodded, letting go of the topic, but Natasha was really feeling your absence today.

“Nat! Nat!”

She was woken from her thoughts by Clint as he tapped on her shoulder.

“Where are you?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about work.”

“I guess we have a gang of workaholics. You, Little Stark.”

Just as he took your name, everyone heard distant sounds of a chopper. The helicopter landed at the Stark Residence. The door was opened by your bodyguards as you stepped out.

“Thank you.”

You addressed the person opening your door and walked towards home.

“Damn Little Stark! You look dashing.”

Clint quipped as you approached the table and she had to agree. The all black three piece suit looked divine on you, and as she looked around she realized she wasn't the only person thinking that. A lot of girls around you were spectators of the marvel of your presence.

“Thanks, Barton.”

You said without looking up from your phone.

“I just…”

You motioned towards your phone and picked up a call and went in. Natasha could notice the distress on your face. She decided to follow you in to have a conversation.

You noticed her as she stepped into your room and you cut the call, telling the person on the other end that you will call them later. You motioned her towards a couch in your room and she sat down.

“Yes, Natasha? Anything I can do for you?”

“Where have you been?”

“Well, I was in Venice for the weekend.”

“Not only this weekend. You haven't been to any group gatherings or parties in the past two months. What happened? Is it about what happened between us?”

She asked and you sighed.

“Yes. It is. I need to move on and it won't be possible if I keep looking at those beautiful eyes of yours.”

She looked at you again, this time with a softer expression.

“What if I don't want you to move on?”

“What?”

She moved closer to you and you gazed into those beautiful eyes of hers.

“What if I want to be yours?”

You cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes.

“Natasha, you asked me to leave.”

“I was… afraid. You are always around so many people, one day you will realize I am not good enough for you and leave.”

“I have been in love with you ever since you taught me that concept in Astrophysics. Yes, in the past few months I have realized that it is love. Every person I have ever been with, I have imagined them to be you. Thinking of you has become a habit of mine and… I love you.”

She looked at you with unshed tears adorning her beautiful eyes.

“May I kiss you, Nat?”

You asked and she nodded. You gently leaned forward and she closed the distance. When it came to sex, you were always an impatient person. You always wanted to get the girl begging as soon as you could. But, with her, you felt the need to be slow. To explore everything that felt right for her and everything that felt wrong.

She pulled away for a breath and you looked at her. You realized that she looked gorgeous this close.

“I love you, Natasha. You don't have to say it back. I just want you to know. I love you.”

You said and kissed her again before she could reply. The kiss got heated soon and you hoisted her up and took her against the wall.

This time when she pulled away for a breath, you started kissing her neck. As soon as she felt you nibbling right under her ear, she moved her neck to give you better access. You softly dug your teeth and her moan after that can only be described as intoxicating.

She was grinding herself on your clothed abs when a ring interrupted your conversation. You got to the bed with her still in your arms. As you leaned against the headboard she was straddling you.

You started talking to the person on the other end as she kept grinding. The expressions on her face were distracting you. Her eyes were closed, and she was clearly enjoying the stimulation. You decided to add on to it, and caressed her perky nipple which was now visible from her dress, with the back of your hand. She moaned at the slightest contact and you started caressing her.

After a minute you realized she was close to her release and you decided to help her a bit. You maneuvered your hand between the both of you and moved her panties out of the way. As soon as her bare pussy touched you, she moaned so loudly, you had to cut the call right away.

“Cum.”

You demanded and placed your fingers between her lips. She hugged you tightly and moaned in your ear. You grabbed her by her neck and pulled her away from you.

“Open your eyes.”

You saw the beautiful green eyes, now adorned with desperation and hunger for a release, begging you. You softly caressed her clit with your thumb and she came with a loud scream.

Her eyes were closed again as she rode her orgasm on your fingers and you couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked so disheveled. After a minute, she hugged you tightly and started breathing heavily. You softly pulled your fingers away from her and she moaned at the softest touch.

“You are coming to London with me.”

You claimed rather than asking and she looked up at you.

“What?”

“We are going to London. I have an important meeting tomorrow and we leave in two hours.”

“But…”

“I believe you know what I feel about people who question my decisions.”

She did. The whole world did. You were famous for going to extents that no one could. So, she nodded.

“Good girl.”

You could feel a shiver going down her body as you praised her. You softly touched her pussy again and she moaned loudly at the slightest of contact.

“Too sensitive.”

She whispered and you inserted a finger inside her. You pulled out the finger after a second and pulled her away from your neck before licking it.

“Next time, I taste it from the source.”

She nodded and you smiled and kissed her.

“I need to pack a bag.”

You said and gently placed her beside you on the bed. She sprawled across and you covered her with the blanket. You were packing when she sat up to lean against the headboard and looked at you.

“I need to pack a bag too. Will you take me home?”

“You don't need a bag. You will be naked anyways.”

She couldn't understand how you could say such things with a straight face. When you looked at her, her entire face was adorned with a beautiful tinge of red.

You walked towards her and held her chin to make her look at you.

“We do not have to do anything you do not wish to, Nat.”

She gazed into your eyes to find any insincerity in your words. But, she couldn't find anything other than pure honesty.

“I want to.”

You pecked her lips and caressed her still perked up nipple making her moan.

“That's a good girl.”

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In an hour, you were both in the plane. You asked the crew to serve the food and sat beside Natasha, occasionally feeding her. Once you were done with food, you took her to the bedroom in the plane.

As soon as you were in the room, you ripped off the dress she was wearing.

“I liked that dress.”

“I'll get you an identical one. Now, get that off.”

You motioned towards her bra and panties as you shed your suit jacket. You then rolled up your sleeves to your forearms and looked up at Natasha. She was standing in front of you, a bit shy, hiding her boobs with her hands folded across them.

“Don't hide from me.”

You said and she took her hands away slowly. You looked at her and you held both her arms in a fist behind her back. You gently nudged her thighs away and now she was standing in front of you completely exposed.

“You look gorgeous when you obey me.”

She looked at you and you picked her up in a bridal carry. You placed her gently on the bed and caressed her hair. Your hand caressed down her belly to her pleasure and you started fingering her.

You moved your hand from her hair to her throat and dug your fingers deep in your girlfriend. She let out a guttural moan at the sudden invasion and you kissed her passionately as you kept fucking her hard.

“Cum.”

You said, looking into her eyes. Her back arched at the command and you felt a pool of her pleasure gathering near your fingers. You let her get the release and moved away from her licking your fingers.

“You taste divine.”

“You are a menace, Stark.”

She said, between her battered breath and you smirked at her.

“Are you complaining?”

She blushed and looked anywhere but at you. You sat near her and pulled her head on your lap.

“I am going to make you my wife, Romanoff.”

“The day you ask I will say yes, Stark.”

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