The rooftop of a Manhattan skyscraper sparkled under the city's neon lights, the cool night air contrasting with the heat radiating between Yuki Soma and Natasha Romanoff. Yuki, standing at the edge of the precipice, let the wind play with his white locks, his azure blue eyes—sharp thanks to the Six Eyes—devouring every curve of Natasha's athletic body. At twenty years old, just like him, the Black Widow moved with feline grace, her black suit hugging her form, her fiery red hair glowing under the moonlight. Officially, Fury had sent her to "evaluate" Yuki after their agreement with SHIELD. But the electricity between them had taken a much more carnal turn.
"Do you really think you can pin me down, Widow?" Yuki called out, a smirk on his lips, barely concealing the desire blazing in his gaze. The Six Eyes missed no detail: the tension in her muscles, the way her breasts rose with each breath, the slight quiver of her parted lips.
Natasha stopped a meter away from him, her green eyes gleaming with challenge. "I'm not here to pin you down, White Demon. I want to see if you can keep up." Her voice was hoarse, provocative, as her fingers brushed against the dagger at her belt—a threat she had no intention of using tonight.
Yuki deactivated the Unlimited Technique with a bold move. Natasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "No barrier? Do you trust me this much... or are you just arrogant?" she murmured, approaching until their breaths mingled. Her scent—a heady mix of leather, sweat, and adrenaline—filled Yuki's senses.
"Maybe I want to feel you without any filters." His hand closed around her waist, pulling her against him with the calculated force of the Positive Rotation Technique "Cang". Natasha let out a muffled moan, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders. Their mouths met in a voracious kiss, their tongues intertwining with wild urgency. Yuki nibbled on her lower lip, eliciting a groan that she returned by scratching his neck.
"You play rough," she gasped, her fingers sliding under his sweatshirt to explore the tense muscles of his abdomen. Yuki responded by ripping off the top of her suit with a swift motion, exposing her firm breasts, nipples hardened by cold and excitement. "Straightforward, huh?" she chuckled, but her gaze betrayed her impatience as he engulfed a nipple in his mouth, the fiery suction making her arch.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he growled against her skin. He pinned her against a concrete chimney, Manhattan sprawled behind them like a movie set. His hands roamed her body, unfastening her suit to reveal her flat stomach, then slid between her thighs, finding her soaked panties. "Already so wet for me..." His expert fingers—guided by the precision of the Six Eyes—slid into her, fingering her with an intensity that made her scream.
"Yuki—damn—it faster!" she begged, her hips rolling against his hand. He obeyed, his thumb rubbing her clit in quick circles as his lips marked her neck with red bites. Natasha, used to being in control, lost herself in the sensation, her screams echoing in the night. "You're going to... make me..."
A slap rang out on her buttocks, stealing her breath. "Naughty girl," Yuki murmured before turning her around, bending her over the chimney. He freed his erection with a swift gesture and thrust into her with a brutal push. Natasha growled, her nails scratching the concrete, her body adapting to him with surprising fervor.
"Show me... what the Black Widow knows," he panted, his deep thrusts making their skin clap. She arched, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her moans becoming inarticulate cries. "I—Yuki—oh my God—"
The orgasm washed over her like a wave, her body convulsing, her muscles contracting around him. Overwhelmed, Yuki groaned and exploded inside her, marking her with his pleasure.
When he withdrew, Natasha staggered, her breath short, her hair disheveled. "Not bad... for a demon," she chuckled, despite her trembling legs.
Yuki burst into laughter, adjusting his jeans. "Until next time, Widow." Then he disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone, her body still vibrating, her heart pounding—and an unspoken promise hanging in the air.