The Mystery Stark

Chapter 48.5: .. It's All I Need 🥵

⚠️18+++‼️
Smut: Reader tops, oral, nipple play, fingering, shower sex. EXTREMELY SOFT, and pretty emotional.

The portion near the end labeled with an 😇 is safe to read, as it's only suggestive language, and includes a "crucial" plot point.

No One's POV

"Let me show you how real I am...." You whisper, as you lean in to link your lips with hers, in a delicate kiss, that she instantly reciprocates with fervor.

Natasha moans as your lips trail down her jaw, having been deprived of your touch for so long has made her extremely sensitive. Her hands shoot up, entangling in your hair, firmly holding your head against her neck as you continue to suck at her sweet spot. Her body writhes beneath yours as you move your lips across her collarbones, leaving behind marks, which in turn drives her insane.

She's yours in every sense of the word, as you are hers in return, and there's nothing she loves more than wearing your marks with pride...

Once you're satisfied with your work, you lean back until you're upright and straddling her once more. You smile down at the varying marks, and then look up until your eyes lock with hers. There's a desperate plea behind them, begging you for more, she needs to feel you in every way possible, needs further evidence that you're here, that you're not going to disappear, that you're real, and that you're hers.

You climb off the bed, and her gaze becomes frantic, the loss of your warmth seems to send her into a spiral.

"Shh, sweet girl, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere without you." You gently relay, as you leave a sweet kiss to her lips, almost giving in to her when she chases yours, but you continue on, as you're a woman with a plan.

You gently scoop her up, carrying her to the bathroom that's connected to your guys room, and settle her on the counter. Stretching as best as you can, you turn the shower on while making sure to keep a grounding hand on her thigh.

While allowing the water to warm up, you turn back to smile at her warmly, pushing the fallen strands of hair out of her face as you're trying your best to bring her out of the state she's in; all she can seem to offer you is a distant gaze, so you lean in to kiss her once more, and wipe away at the steady stream of tears that fall from her eyes with your thumbs.

Once the bathroom becomes slightly steamy you reluctantly pull back from the kiss, as she whimpers—heartbreakingly so.

"Is this okay?" You ask barely above a whisper as to avoid startling her, as you pull at the hem of her shirt, and she nods while releasing a shaky sigh.

You begin to lift the shirt, and she raises her arms, making it an easy feat. You repeat the process with her shorts, and she lightly raises her bottom off the counter for you to slip them off, finding she was already bare beneath. The moment her bottom touches the cold counter she whines, and you gently smile her way. Then you stare into her eyes in search of one final nod of approval, while placing your hands on the bottom of her sports bra, and she nods with a whimper.

Every little whimper proved to etch a new crack into your heart, but you didn't feel like you had the right to seek out any comfort when Natasha was so clearly broken down in front of you. You cursed the mad titan, who shall not be named, while making quick work of your own clothes.

Grasping her hand, you gently guided her off of the counter, and into the awaiting shower. You gently pulled the both of you under the water, pulling her into you, so that her back was flush against your front, while the water trickled down her body. You felt her body relax slightly, and were praying that you were washing away the remnants of the nightmare that clung to her skin, hopeful that her mind could clear as well. You took a glob of her shampoo, and began to lather it in your hands, then you massaged it into her scalp, receiving a moan of appreciation as you did. Following it up with her conditioner, you deeply inhaled, always finding her vanilla-lavender products soothing.