Leather/Latex
He'd always loved her leather suit, the way it hugged each and every curve of her body, showing off the muscles she'd spent a lifetime working towards and yet revealing nothing of the person she really was. The scars and bruises, trophies of fights won and lessons learned, all hid beneath it, privy only to his eyes as he slid the zipper down towards her navel, kissing its path and sinking to his knees to gain a better stance. She shivered, despite the sweat that had covered her body from her last mission, and though she opened her mouth to say something one quick look from the god at her feet kept her quiet. He peeled the thin outer skin away from her body, unraveling the mystery that was the Black Widow, turning her back into Natasha. His Natasha. He kissed down the rest of her body, maneuvering the leather down a little further so he could press his lips to her cunt, paying homage to her center, licking and teasing every last nerve, utilizing the tricks he'd spent centuries perfecting as he slid his tongue inside her and tasted her. All the years she'd used it as a weapon, as something to distract while the poison set into the veins of her latest victim, while she weaved her webs to the downfall of her enemies, and yet it was his. All his. She was all his, leather suit and all. She came with a quiet sob, one hand gripping his black hair tight as he flicked the tip of his tongue over, around, and eventually sucked on her clit, his fingers having taken over his tongue's place within her. Her suit was still on and she seemed to derive her power from it, knees supporting her despite how she trembled and swooned above him. When she'd had her fill of his mouth and sinful tongue she let go of his hair and pushed him backward. He let himself tumble back onto his elbows, her come smeared across his chin and lips. She told him to take off his pants, and only after he'd eagerly shucked his trousers off, belt and material going halfway across the room from a halfhearted throw, did she settle herself atop him, pushing the material of her suit over so that he could slip inside her.
She was warm, warmer than Valhalla and made him see the cosmos before his eyes as she rode him silently, her hands on his flat stomach as she took what she wanted. The Widow was always in control, never relinquishing it, bulletproof and impenetrable except for the inches of skin she bared to him. He took what inches he could get, taking his fill of her when she'd let him, and spilling into her only after she'd had her second orgasm, back arching and nipples hard and poking out against the taut material. He leaned up, about to ghost his lips over the material, but she pushed him down. No. He wasn't allowed to touch her suit, much less with his mouth. She arched a brow and curled her lips in a smirk before pulling up and away from him, shucking the leather protective shell as she sauntered her way to the bedroom.
He knew he loved this woman for a reason.
A/N: Well, I think I'm just about caught up. Goodness, this thing is stressing me out xD But at least I'm all moved into my apartment and school starts next week(!) so I'll be trying to update as much as possible. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!