Out of Character Clothing, slight bondage, woman on top

She'd always loved his jacket, and when he'd left it behind one day in his haste to chase after Thor on one of his wild adventures, she couldn't help herself from trying it on, not wearing anything else underneath it. The fabric covered everything up, at least on the top, and it was still cool from his skin. She breathed him in deep, eyes closing as she wrapped it around and tied it with one of his belts, also left behind. The armor on her shoulders was heavy, comforting almost, and the soft feel of the leather on her body? Well, there was a reason she loved her catsuit, and she couldn't help but feel the same about this even if it had none of the comforting elasticity and didn't cling to her body the way she was familiar with. Sure he'd be gone for some time, she pulled on a pair of shorts and, a brazen smile on her lips, headed downstairs. Clint nearly spit out the milk he'd been drinking as he caught sight of her, the bottom of the jacket dragging slightly on the floor, her hips swinging with every step, exuding more confidence in his jacket than most women did in their whole life.

"What the hell are you doing?" Clint demanded when he finally stopped coughing, blinking vigorously. "Is that-?"

"No, it's someone else's jacket." Natasha laughed and shrugged. "I'm just wearing it. It's not like he's missing it right now."

"He's gonna kill you."

Clint still didn't know about she and Loki, and she couldn't help but smirk. "I'll take my chances with the big, bad wolf," she said with a wink. She couldn't help it! It was just too damn comfy for her to give up, and after sauntering over to the fridge to grab an apple, she told Clint she'd meet him later for some training before disappearing. She'd made it halfway back to Loki's room, apple minus a few bites in hand, by the time a hand on her shoulder stopped her and flipped her around. There was the quickest intake of breath as Loki eyed her, biting his bottom lip a little, eyes a storm of desire.

"Find something you like?" He asked, one hand fingering the lapel of his jacket before trailing his fingers over her exposed collarbone.

"Maybe," she said with a giddy smile, her eyes flicking over to the end of the hallway. No one was nearby, and her fingers wrapped around his collar to pull him back into his room. He followed without hesitation, fingers still playing with the fabric of his own jacket as he closed the door behind him. With a wave of his hand it locked and Nat took advantage of his distraction to hop on the bed, lying backwards. She couldn't help herself, practically giddy. Maybe he'd put something in the leather, or maybe it was just the feeling of power that she felt she radiated when she wore it. Either way it put a grin on her face and she spread her legs as she undid the tie around the middle of it, pulling her shorts down so she was completely naked.

Loki took his time, eyes roving her form and tongue snaking out to wet his lips, looking at her as Thor looked at a buffett: something to be conquered and enjoyed to the greatest extent. With Natasha posed so on the bed, he started slowly removing his belt, then slid his pants downwards, erection already pushing against the fabric of his boxers. His shirt was the last to be undone, fingers taking the hem and pulling it over his head. Once he was as naked as her he climbed onto the bed, kicking off his pants before crawling over her. She wriggled beneath him, biting into her bottom lip, eyes hooded as one of her hands moved to dig themselves into his hair, nails scratching his scalp. His groan was a quiet one, hips angling downward so his dick could brush against her inner thigh. Her breath caught in her throat, pulse raging and cheeks flushing as she looked up at him.

"I have to admit that the jacket is quite becoming," he purred against her skin, kissing across her collar, then down to her bare breasts, taking each nipple in turn in his mouth to suck and gently bite until she was writhing and mewling beneath him.

"I was thinking about keeping it," she said in between gasps. "Would you be cross with me?"

"No. I'd make you wear it every day just so I could strip you of it," he growled, teeth sinking into the side of her ribs, making her jump and shout with surprise. "I would take the tie that so carefully kept you from showing this beautiful body of yours and wrap it around your wrists so tight you could never move, and then I'd fuck you. Hard. Every night I'd breach you like it was the last time I'd get to feel you wrap your legs around me, I'd never let you forget who you belong to. As you would own my jacket, I would own you. Do you want that, pet?"

"God," Natasha moaned, her back arching as he brought his lips further downwards, tracing just around her navel, "yes."

"Then it is a good thing I'm here to answer your prayers," Loki said, words edged with a chuckle before he delved between her legs. As promised, her arms were tied above her head half a second later, keeping her from reaching out to him as she so desired, so that when he licked slowly up her slit, tongue catching on her clit and pressing so hard she squealed above him, she could do nothing but wrap her legs around his throat and invite him further in.

After her first orgasm rocked her body, making her hips bend off the bed, he pulled away from her core, trailing further kisses up her hips, sides, then back up to her lips. The boxers he had been wearing before disappeared and he sank into her with ease. They groaned in unison, Loki pushing in until he was buried to the hilt, hips pressed hard against hers, before he pulled back and snapped them against hers once again. His pace was quick but not hurried, unyielding but not painful, and Natasha felt herself come alive under his hands. They flitted from her hips, where he held her tight and bruised the skin, back to her breasts, which he toyed with until she shouted his name at the top of her lungs, any thought of being caught erased from her mind as wave after wave of pleasure struck her hard as any punch ever could.

It didn't take long for Natasha to meet her climax, nor Loki to chase his right afterwards, his teeth sinking into her neck as she whimpered and writhed beneath him, pressing her body as hard against his as she could, legs wrapped around his waist to draw him even further into her. After the tremors had subsided, after his hips had stopped jerking and he'd stopped filling her with his seed, they laid together for some time, Nat breathing him in as she gasped for air.

"You feel so wonderful around me," he complimented in her ear. "So alive and perfect. I never want anyone but you."

Her stomach flopped at his words, gaze piercing his to find there wasn't a shred of a lie in his eyes. She supposed it was as close to a proclamation of love as she was going to get, and she to reward him she kissed him hard on the lips, flipping them over as only years of sex could train her how to. He was still hard within her, and she grinned as she sat up and rotated her hips in a circular fashion while atop him.

"Then have me, over and over again, Loki. I'm all yours."

A/N: Hey! Double-whammy of porn! Hope you enjoyed, thank you