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Unwanted

Writing in a different perspective for once, not just flowing between characters perspectives this time. Still will be primarily a switch of perspectives book though, just thought I'd have some fun.
TW: Smutty portion in this oneshot 🤪
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Natasha made her way downstairs to start her work day, she had just finished training not too long ago, and wanted to shower then grab a bite to eat. As she arrived to the kitchen she saw something that twisted her stomach into knots, and her appetite was quickly dwindling.

There you were, sitting on a stool engrossed in a conversation with Tony, Carol sat next to you with her arm draped lazily over your chair, while her finger traced along your shoulder. That should be her seated next to you, holding you close, but she's too much of a coward to own up to her own feelings. You made her break every rule she's ever set for herself, and all she wants is to go back to last night and break one more. It appears she's too late now, as you've clearly stopped fighting off the blondes advances.

Natasha's no coward though, so she walks in with her stoic expression, moving to grab a mug of coffee and to prepare her toast before she starts her reports from her last mission.

"Good morning Romanoff." Tony greets, forcing her to vocalize in return.

"Stark." She bites back, alluding to her 'hidden' sour mood.

"Hey, Natty." You cheerily greet her, as if you didn't break her heart last night

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Once again, Tony's party has led you to the redheads bed, after you'd already told yourself enough was enough. She was clear, no feelings involved, and you, with your stupid big heart still managed to trip and fall into her web.

Natasha made it clear that she wasn't interested in commitment, even though in the same instance she seems unable to let you be with anyone else. Every time, without fail, when someone show's an interest in you at an event, she finds her way to your side. It's almost an unspoken notion to most that you're the black widow's mark. It was even hot at first—her sense of possession over you—until you found yourself wanting nothing more than to actually be hers, in every sense.

"I'm so close, go faster, please ..." Natasha whines, while you move the strap inside of her at a painfully slow pace...

"Well, since you asked so nicely, of course." you husk into her ear, abruptly quickening your pace, and being met with a lewd moan.

Her moans began to blend together, her chest rising imperfectly, as she clings to your back, leaving scratches in her wake. All the signs that she was close to her release, and you knew she was just waiting for that last bit of encouragement.

"I got you Natty, let go, it's okay.." You reassure her, reaching down to rub and pinch her clit, and leaning forward to lightly suck her pulse point, officially throwing her full force into her third and final orgasm of the night. Her whole body was trembling beneath you, as you slow down once more, helping her to work through her orgasm. She reaches up and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, moving her lips fervently against your own, almost as if she was trying to suck your soul from your body. Panting as she does her best to maintain the kiss, her need for oxygen eventually winning out, and you find your face buried into the crook of her neck. You pump the strap into her one final time, before slowly pulling out, and collapsing atop of her.

"Shit, detka, that was amazing." She pants out, as her breaths begin to slowly regulate.

You hum against her neck, while she lightly runs her fingers up and down your back to soothe you. Once both of you have visibly calmed down, she rotates the both of you onto your sides. She pulls your front flush against her own, and attempts to bury her face into the crook of your neck. You're both rather tipsy, so she's in one of her cuddly moods, but you know better than to stay... You knew better than to even come to her bed in the first place.