Marvel Oneshots

Nat x Clint

Request: Rarry09

Summary: Nat and Clint are on a mission

Warnings: Smut, Mommy kink, Pegging, Strap-on, degration, praise, some plot, anal.

"Barton, do you copy?" Natasha's voice was unheard to her partner, who was shamlessly staring right at her.

A great advantage for Clint was that he had great eyesight, letting him be able to see his partner from about 100 meters away like she was right infront of him.

As Barton was imagining different scenarios in his head of what his partner could do to him, he doesn't realise that she is now a couple meters away from him, walking closer and closer. He now noticed the slight ball of sweat dripping down her face, most likely from running then swinging across her grappling line to get to him, to add onto it, it was a pretty warm day.

Now, she stands right infront of him. Lust builds up in his eyes when the small woman slaps the left side of his face then grabs his chin, her nails digging into his cheeks.

"You paying attention or do you want mommy to punish you?" Natasha asks in a low, seductive voice.

All Clint responds with is looking down into her bright green eyes, not wanting to look away from the beauty of them.

"Ignoring me then? You do realise we are on mission."

"Mission finished ma'am, we are acctually going back."

The laugh that followed his words by the redhead was of shock and pleasure.

"You speak back to me, little bitch?"

He shakes his head, now looking down. The smirk that Natasha wears is one of pride as the man submits.

"Get back to the tower. Wait for me in my room, do not speak to anybody on your way in and do not leave my room." And so he leaves, following her instruction.

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When Natasha's gets back to the tower, she debriefs Captain Rogers on the mission, then leaving to her room.

There, sitting on the edge of the bed, is just the man she was excited to see. Though, she won't admit it to him.

Nobody speaks when she enters the room. Clint looks at her, waiting for something. Anything.

All she does it take off her suit, the zipper at the front making a small sound as it goes down.

The archer stares at her body as she also slips off her underwear and bra, leaving her naked. In a small but firm voice, Natasha tells Clint to strip then lay back on the bed. He does.

Clint doesn't watch her as she prepares herself for his punishment.

"Mommy's gonna fuck you real good, bitch." Clint only lets out a small gasp at the words, his dick getting impossibly harder and harder by the second. "You want that, don't you?"

He nods, "yes. Mommy, please."

"Such a good little bitch."

There's the sound of a cap opening, then there's no sound at all, until Natasha climbs onto the bed. Now Clint can see what was happening.

There, the redhead stands, in all her glory, with one of her bigger strap-ons, tied around her waist.

"Roll over and get on your knees" Natasha commands the archer.

He does just that, his back facing her, on his knees, his hands lightly laying on top of his thighs.

The next thing Clint knows, her soft, warm hand is around the back of his neck and his face is being pushed down into the mattress.