All characters belong to Marvel - I'm just having a bit of fun with them ;)
Author note: Hello there! I have never written anything like this before (a 'story' purely based on sex) but thought I would give it a go. I have a few ideas for two or so more chapters but ideas are welcome :) please review too! Much love xo
"You busy tonight, Barton?" Clint Barton (aka Hawkeye) smiled down at the text message from his partner, Natasha Romanoff (aka Black Widow.)
"What do you have in mind?" He replied quickly. After firing one more arrow at the target, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
"You know exactly what I have in mind." Natasha's reply said. Clint grinned – he definitely knew what Natasha had in mind.
"My room, at 8?" Clint didn't bother to shoot again. He was too eager for the reply.
"I hope you don't have an early meeting tomorrow." Clint smirked this time and put his phone down. He knocked another arrow.
"Bullseye," he murmured as the arrow struck the target.
"Clint, yes," Natasha arched upwards as Clint's talented tongue darted in and out of her pussy. He chuckled quietly and the vibrations sent Natasha over the edge. Her hands balled into fists as she cried out his name. Clint softly licked her until she was still before moving to lie beside her.
"So, that's three for you and two for me?" he smirked at her. Natasha looked over, a red curl clinging to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes were fierce despite the intense climax she'd just reached.
"Don't get cocky Barton. You know I can make a mess of you in seconds." She growled and Clint's already hard cock twitched. Her eyes flickered down and an overly sweet smile appeared on her lips. "Oh, what's this?" She slowly slid down and licked the tip of his dick. Clint inhaled sharply. "I think we're about to be…cum even," Clint shivered and Natasha took him in her mouth, sucking hard.
"Oh, Tasha…" Clint moaned. His dick was tingling – the sound of her multiple orgasms rang in his ears. Natasha moved her lips up and down his cock, her tongue wetting it. She rubbed circles in all the right places and the inside of her cheeks pressed on the side of his cock. Clint bucked slightly, causing his cock slide further into Natasha's mouth. She moaned and Clint gasped. One of Natasha's hands came to cup and rub Clint's balls. Clint couldn't help him – he reached down and locked his hands in Natasha's hair. He then pushed her forward, pushing more of his dick in her mouth. Natasha sucked and licked, her tongue darting into the small slit on the tip of his cock.
"Tasha!" Clint cried, a tiny amount of pain mixed in with pleasure. Natasha simply moaned again, loving the feeling of his throbbing cock in her mouth. She continued to take him in, relaxing her throat to allow for him to thrust into her mouth. She knew he got rather rough when he lost control. Natasha sucked hard and Clint's hand tightened in her hair. She pulled almost all the way off before getting all of his cock in her mouth again. "Ah, yes…" Clint groaned. Natasha squeezed his balls a little tighter and darted her tongue into the slit again. Clint came, crying out with pleasure. Natasha took it in, still sucking gently.
Once Clint's breathing was nearly normal, Natasha pulled away. As she sat up, she felt a bit of cum seeping out of the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked it up quickly. Clint smiled at her.
"Now we're even," she murmured, crawling over him. Natasha crawled up so far that her breasts almost rubbed on Clint's chin. He looked down at them, licking his lips. Natasha smirked.
"Not for long," he murmured.
Natasha and Clint lay next to each other, their hands intertwined. Both of them were slowly returning their breathing to normal. Clint was in front once again – Natasha had come two more times than him and he doubted she could best him. Especially after what he had in store for her next. He rolled away and Natasha sat up, watching him carefully. He returned with two pieces of long thin black material. Natasha grinned – she loved a little bondage.
"What are you going to do to me, Agent Barton?" she purred. Clint smirked, loving the role-playing.
"I'm going to show you what happens to naughty new agents, Romanoff." Clint directed Natasha to be sitting with her back up against one of the posts on Clint's four poster bed. He then made her raise hands – before she knew it, Natasha was tied up, arms raised above her head. "Oh, Natasha, you look so sexy tied up like that." Clint teased her and she smiled at him. He leaned forward and kissed her – it started off sweet but soon it was passionate, fiery. Soon, Natasha pulled away.
"What's other piece of material for, sir?" She purred again and Clint felt his blood rush. He reached over and picked up the material, letting it slip between his fingers.
"You get to choose – this either covers your eyes or gags you. Which would you prefer?" Clint moved to pressing his bare body against her, hips lips and teeth at her neck. All that could be heard for a moment was Natasha's frustrating groans – she could already feel herself wanting Clint inside her.
"Gag me," she finally burst out and Clint pulled away slowly. His smile was almost evil. He took his time tying the material around Natasha's mouth and as he pulled away she bite at him through it. His fingers ghosted over her pussy. She wiggled, trying to get him to finger-fuck her. His fingers ran up her pussy, his thumb massaging her clit. Natasha moaned, bucking her hips.
"No… You must learn to behave, Romanoff." Clint reached for one of the condoms on the night stand. He quickly opened it and put it on. "And there's only one way I know to get naughty agents to submit." As he finished speaking, Clint practically slammed into Natasha. She cried out and Clint looked at her with concern – he knew she loved this but he didn't want to hurt her either.
"I won't break," she said as best she could. Clint chuckled and thrust into her again, her back pressed hard against the post. Clint continued to pound into her while Natasha writhed. She longed to be dragging her nails down his back; she longed to be flipping him over and riding him herself; she longed for them to battle for dominance liked they'd done so many times before. She longed for all these things while she was practically strung up with Clint fucking her hard.
"Oh Tasha," he murmured against her neck. "You look so pretty tied up like that." Natasha moaned at his seductive tone and he chuckled. Then Clint began to nibble at her ear and Natasha became a hot moaning mess. Clint continued to pound into her, his teeth tugging and nipping at her ears. One of Clint's hands slowly slid up her body, weighing her breast in his palm for a moment, before continuing up to pull the gag away from her mouth. It fell around her neck.
"Cl-Clint, o-yes, ple-ase…" Natasha said, her words tumbling together. She thrust her hips up, using how her hands were tied for leverage.
"Oh!" Clint gasped, his breath hot in his ear. He started to pound even harder and Natasha could feel her orgasm building. Clint's calloused hands pressed hard on her back, the rough skin scratching at Natasha's skin.
"I'm close, I'm so close," she murmured, trying to nuzzle into his neck. She tugged at the ties and Clint slowed. "No…" she moaned. Clint slowly rocked back and forth. Natasha mewled – she was so wet and he was just teasing her. "Clint, now." She growled finally. Clint grinned and pounded into her again. "Yes, yes…" Natasha moaned, her hips lifting to meet Clint's. He nipped at her ear once more and Natasha once more became a hot, moaning, coming mess. "Clint!" she almost screamed.
"Yes," Clint moaned, his voice deep with lust. He thrust again and came.
The pair remained in this position for a moment longer, their breathing not slowing. Clint's forehead rested on Natasha's shoulder while Natasha rested her head against the pole behind her. Finally Clint slid out of her, took off the condom, threw it away and went about untying Natasha. She let out a small gasp as her arms drop back by her sides. Clint crawled on the bed to be kneeling in front of her. He kissed her tenderly.
"I win," he whispered.
"This time," she murmured back, her tone sassy. Clint grinned – she won, more often than not. Clint moved Natasha so they were lying beside each other again. Natasha was the one to intertwine their hands. Slowly, both of them fell to sleep.
Clint and Natasha sat across from each other in an uptown restaurant – this was another part of their game, whomever 'lost' would take the other out the next night. While Clint would have preferred some tiny pizza parlour closer to down town, he couldn't deny the thrill he was getting as Natasha slid her foot up and down his leg. Natasha was acting as if nothing particularly dirty was happening, simply looking out the window and sipping her wine.
"You know what we should do, Clint," she said, setting down her glass and looking at him again.
"What's that Tasha?" Clint said. Suddenly the waiter appeared with their orders. Natasha remained silent until he had left.
"We could get others involved…" Clint nearly dropped the fork that was nearly to his mouth.
"Others? Who?" He whispered – Clint wasn't sure if he was aroused or shocked.
"The other Avengers… and their partners," said Natasha, happily chewing some fancily cooked chicken.
"What?" Clint half spat.
"C'mon, Clint, think about it – a few threesomes, foursomes even, more bondage – role-playing." Clint had almost forgotten how kinky Natasha was – she was up for all of this and more. It was one of the reasons he'd found her so god damn hot.
"But, who do we start with?" Clint murmured.
'You're on board with this?' he thought. 'You've only got one lifetime, Barton.' He then countered. Natasha grinned with victory.
"Pepper," said Natasha simply.
The pair of assassins spent the rest of their evening planning how to seduce Pepper Potts.