A/N: Okay this was for a request originally in Hidden Bits of the Helicarrier but I felt it was just a little too porn without plot and decided to give it it's own life.
Because who doesn't love smutty Clintasha (Marvel apparently).
"Barton…" Natasha warned as she carried on reading from her tablet regardless. Her archer was currently kissing his way down her body, stopping at various points, like her neck, nipping at her clavicle, undoing her blouse with deft fingers before his lips trailed afterwards.
Her bra had come off as soon as they got back into their haven, even though she'd left her blouse on – a trick that still amused Clint every time she did it – but right now as his fingers were working on one nipple, while his mouth teased the other, Natasha was desperately still trying to focus on the SHIELD intelligence on her screen.
Not much luck with that, he'd lifted the black skirt, fingers dancing over the stay ups while he carried on, laving the other nipple with his tongue, biting softly until she whispered.
"Harder." He obliged willingly and nipped again, resulting in a moan. His touch brushed the silk of her knickers now, which he pulled off fast, throwing them somewhere behind him. She was still concentrating on her tablet, despite fidgeting a little more than usual but when he pressed his lips to her sex, the gasp made him smile slightly.
This was not an act that Natasha often indulged in – she would give regularly, willingly; she enjoyed watching him unravel before her but taking… she had trust issues. To her, Clint's current position with his face buried between her legs made her more vulnerable. She was used to manipulating men to do her bidding by giving them what they wanted, pleasure… to have her own pleasure given to her so freely was still a little unnerving.
"Clint." She gasped, setting the tablet down and knotting her fingers through his hair. His tongue was doing wonderfully unspeakable things to her and Tasha was in a mix of emotions. She was torn between pulling away and pulling him closer. Oh gods he felt so good.
She started to moan in Russian, words that he could roughly translate as "fuck" and "holy hell" interspersed with his name. Her grip had eased up on his hair and when he looked up at her, she'd thrown one arm over her eyes and was muttering endlessly. Then as he slipped one finger inside her, she let out a shout and stared down at him.
She was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen; hair tangled, blouse hanging open revealing gorgeous breasts, scarring no longer hidden by latex or make up. She was glorious to see and then he curled his finger inside her, hitting the spot he'd memorised ever since he found it, making her throw her head back and scream his name. He pressed his mouth to her clit and sucked softly, altering the pace to that of his fingers.
She fell apart so quickly she barely realised what was going on until he settled down beside her.
"Want me to brush my teeth first?" He asked, making to get out of bed, until Tasha grabbed his shoulders and kissed him with such passion, he was clinging to her.
"Wow." She smiled back at him before falling back to the pillows. "Barton, I think you just killed me." She stroked the side of his face before kissing him again, this time much softer than before. "I'll get you back later."
"The aim was to thoroughly satisfy you and if I did that, I'm happy." He kissed her forehead, even as she yawned. He bit back a chuckle and slowly beckoned her to undress. Which she did languidly, every movement practically radiated satisfaction.