Marvel Oneshots

Nat x Clint

Requested: Rarry09

Pairings: Top-Nat with bottom-Clint

Summary: Natasha is the boss, not just in the field but also in bed.

Warning: Smut

"Natasha. Fuck, Natasha. Shit. Shit. Shitshithshitshit" Natasha soaks in the man's whines and string of curses as she lifts her head away from his dick.

Clint almost cries out when she moves away, so close to finishing but  deprived of it so quickly. But God, does Natasha love torturing her partner.

"Please. Please. Dont stop. Please" Clint begs the red headed woman. Natasha smirks at his attempts to make her keep going.

"Shh baby. Shhhh" She kisses his chest, leaving dark, purple marks along the way. The biting, sucking and licking gets the older man moaning again.

Eventually Natasha makes it to his mouth, forcing it open and letting her tongue dance around his, inhaling his moans and whines, returning them with her own groans as she rocks herself back and forth on his thigh.

Natasha pulls away from the kiss after a couple of minutes, putting her hand on Clints chest as he tries to lean forward to kiss her again.

Clints hands climb up Natasha's back, running his fingers along the back of her bra, attempting to unclasp it. As a response the woman smiles and shakes her head, telling him 'no'.

Natasha throws her left leg over his other leg so she's now sitting across his lap, the fabric of her underwear being the only barrier between his painfully hard dick and her core.

Clint attempts to thrust up to get some sort of friction for himself, Natasha let's him. For now.

After a couple of minutes of Lcint trying to please himself, Natasha climbs off, telling the man to lay down across the couch. He does so.

The small couch of the just as small appartment can hardly hold two people, but they have managed. Now and in the past. Clint watches his girlfriend as she unclips her bra and drops it to the floor with the other garments of clothing, she then slips her underwear down her legs, disregarding them the same way she did with every other peice of clothing.

Clints head lays over the very small armrest, comfortable and convenient. Natasha climbs over the top, only just hovering over Clints face.

The man's hands slowly rise to lay on the backs of her thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles as he slowly and hardly noticeably tries to pull her down onto him.

"Make me cum, bitch." She says as she lowers herself onto his face. Clint instantly dives right in, licking in between her folds and shoving his tongue deep into her.

He pulls moans out of Natasha, enjoying what he does to her even when he isn't the one in charge. She leans forward as he hits all the right spots, her hands lay on his stomach and lower abdomen to steady herself, Clint bends one of his knees for Natasha to lean her arm on as she leans further and further down until she is practically laying on top of him and he has to lift his head to dig in properly.

The red head screams out in an intense pleasure as she cums into the archers mouth, but Clint doesn't slow down or stop, helping her ride out the high. When he finally stops, they lay there for about a minute until Natasha climbs off of him, repositioning herself to sit, hovering over his dick but not touching.

"Good boy. Your such a good little bitch arnt you." Clint nods back to her, a tiny smile gracing his face. "You want me to help you out now?" She puts on a mocking whiny voice when asking him. His smile drops and he nods faster this time. "What do you say?" She grabs a hold of his dick, only lowing enough to let the tip sit on the outside of her.

"Please." He practically whispers.

"Please, what?" Natasha continues to torture him.

"Please. Fuck me, please." He speaks louder.

"Thats my good boy." And at that she sinks right down, shoving him into her until she sits down on him fully.

Clint moans as she goes down, sensitive from being so painfully hard all this time. He feels like hes about to cum just from her sitting there. His hands grip firmly on her thighs, his knuckles almost turning white from it, but it doesnt faze Natasha.

"You want me to move?" She playfully asks him.

He nods while begging, "yes. Please."

Natasha slightly rocks forwards then back, playing with him while he looks to be holding back his moans.

"Let me hear you, baby" she places a hand on his chest, one finger tracing one of the purple bruises that she placed there not long ago. She lifts hardly a centimetre but its enough for Clint to start with a small moan. "Thats my good boy."

She sits right back down, but lifts again after a few seconds wait. Continuing this pattern, each time getting higher and higher, faster and faster and harder and harder.

Clint is a moaning mess by the time she makes and keeps a steady pace, rising herself right to the tip then sitting back down.

Clints hands trail to just under her thighs to make her move faster but she grabs them and holds them above his head, telling him that if he moves them she'll stop. He doesn't move.

Natasha's tortuously slow pace isn't nearly enough for Clint to cum any time soon. He gives her what Natasha refers to as the look and she clocks an eyebrow.

"You wanna fuck me, little bitch?" She taunts him, "move at your own pace? Huh?" He nods, restrained but still there. "You wanna fuck me? Try and put a fucking baby in me?" She calls him out.

Truth is, they have been playing with the idea, using is during sex to help, even if Natasha can't concive the child herself.

"Yeah. Big boy, gonna fuck a baby into me? Do it. Cum in me, princess."

One of Clints hands flies to Natasha's back to hold her still while he flips them over, Natasha now underneath him, he enjoyed whenever it happened, made him feel like he was in charge, even if he wasn't.

"Thats right, make yourself cum. Fuck me."

Clints head drops go Natasha's shoulder as he feels himself getting closer, closer, closer. Until he can feel like right there. Right fucking there.

"You gonna cum?" Natasha whispers in his ear. He nods, sweat rubs onto her shoulder as he does so.

"Please. Can I- fuck, can I cum?" One of Natasha's hands is in his hair as the other is under his arm that's holding him up and around his back.

She holds his hair in a tighter grip, the strands hardly long enough to be held like that, but she still manages.

"Yes baby, cum, make yourself cum in me." And so he does, almost crying at the sweet release. He slows his pace, leaving his head where it was. Nobody moves, Natasha gives Clint time to calm himself down before he go for his next move.

They do it everytime Natasha let's Clint do what he did tonight.

Clint climbs down to the end of the couch, only just enough room for his torso, so he kneel on the couch, lifing the red heads hips and leaning down a little bit so he can reach her. Her shoulders lay on the couch, arms thrown over the side to hold herself still. Her legs get thrown over Clints shoulders and her ankles cross to keep herself there.

Just the same as earlier, Clint digs right in. Devouring her and licking up the mess her made inside of her. Keeping at it until she cums for the second time that night.

The rest of the night, Natasha looked after the archer and continued to tell him that he's a good boy.