The Tower - Little Bird
The Tower - Little Bird
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 2951
Warnings: smut (MFF, vaginal sex, oral sex, BDSM, Dom/Sub, flogging, anal sex, sexy toys, anal toys, rough sex)
Synopsis: Natasha and Elly dominate Clint.
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Little Bird
There were a lot of different kinks and power dynamics without our not-so-little polycule that Clint had dubbed the sexvengers. Some members preferred their kink to stay in the bounds of fairly vanilla group sex with a side of teasing and exhibitionism. Some were generally more submissive and vanilla out of either fear or trauma, but when the conditions were perfect, all cards were off the table. We had Steve, who liked his lovers to have the best time possible, and he would be whoever they needed him to be to get that to happen. Thor, who was from a world where sex and sexuality were far less taboo, and nothing that any of us did or brought up ever phased him. To name just a few.
For the most part, I would say most of us were versatile, and we could switch up in all kinds of ways. Yes, some could but ran more submissive like Tony, and some could and ran more dominant like Sam, but generally we let the moment lead.
There were two big exceptions. Clint, who preferred being submissive about ninety percent of the time, and Natasha, who never strayed from being dominant, and boy, were they ever kinky.
So when I got invited to fool around with them, I knew a few things would happen. I knew it would be kinky. I knew Natasha would be dominant. I knew Clint would be submissive. I knew it would be fun. The one thing I didn’t know was what role I’d be playing.
I held Natasha’s hand as she led Clint and me through the palace toward the rooms that had been allocated as her sex dungeon. I’d used them a dozen or so times so far. Always with Nat, but whether we were alone or had another partner, and who that partner might be, changed. It was always exciting to get the invitation, and I was practically buzzing as we walked along.
“I was thinking we’d team up on Clint today. How does that sound?” she asked as we approached the door.
Clint looked around at us, his whole face lighting up. “Oh my god, please say yes, Elly.”
I laughed and reached up, patting his cheek. “So eager,” I said. “Yeah. That sounds fun.”
“Yes!” Clint said. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Thank you, princess.”
Natasha opened the door. “You know the drill, Ptichka,” Natasha said. “And I want you waiting on all fours on the bed.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he said. He kissed Natasha and quickly hurried into the dressing room on the left.
I followed Natasha into the room on the right, and she gestured to the wardrobe. “I’ve had something made for you.”
I opened the wardrobe door. There was a collection of outfits and lingerie on racks and in drawers. Natasha followed me in and offered me a white lingerie set.
It was a stunning set, handmade in an Asgardian style. The bra had a high collar and straps that ran down the front, back, and along the shoulders. The straps that ran over the breasts were made of two pieces of fabric, each laced together with a cord that shimmered like pearls. The panties matched the bra, with the same straps and cord, and both pieces had intricate Celtic Knots embroidered into the fabric, the line work only a few shades darker than the fabric itself.
I put them on as Natasha got ready too, pairing them with a pair of tan, thigh-high boots with laces up the sides and white fur trims. I mostly left my hair loose, but I did sweep it back off my face and pin those pieces at the back of my head with bobby pins. I also put two braids on the underside and let them hang over my shoulders.
Natasha went with something a little more traditional. A boned black corset with black panties and black thigh-high heeled boots that zipped up. She straightened her hair and put on winged eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
She selected some toys and bondage gear and nodded to the door. “Ready?” she asked.
“Very,” I agreed and followed her out to the main room.
Clint was naked and on all fours in the middle of the bed, and god, did he look good enough to eat.
He raised his head when we walked in, and practically started to vibrate with excitement when he saw us. “Good boy,” Natasha praised, coming over to him and trailing his fingers down his spine. He shivers as she does. When he reached his ass, she gave it one sharp smack, making him gasp and jump forward a little. “First, we’re going to put a cock ring on you and plug you. We don’t want you finishing before we’re done, now do we?”
“Thank you, Natalia,” Clint said.
“You’re so welcome, Ptichka,” Natasha said. “Elise, why don’t you do the plug while I do the ring?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said with a nod. “I went to select a plug from the ones in the drawer by the bed head. There was quite a selection, from small PVC meant for training to large metal ones with tails. There were a lot of us with a lot of different preferences, so we kept a good selection.
Clint could be a little iffy about anal toys, so I needed to pick carefully for him to enjoy using one. I usually stuck with a softer silicone for him, to mimic the feel of a real cock as much as one could, but today I wanted to try something new. I knew he didn’t like steel, but I preferred tempered glass. They were smoother and went in more easily. I thought I’d give it a try with Clint.
“I want to try something new,” I said to Natasha, picking up a thick glass buttplug with an intricate rose-shaped base. It had a ribbon of purple glass running through it, making it look more like a piece of art for display than a sex toy.
Natasha moved to the front of Clint and lifted his chin to face her. “Ely wants to try using a glass plug on you. It’s thick, ptichka, but I’d like you to try it for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Natalia. For you,” he said.
“Now, listen closely, little bird. I don’t want you to lie to me and tell me you like it if you don’t. I want you to be honest with me. If you like it, we’ll continue with that toy. If not, we’ll take it out and switch to another toy. You won’t ever be punished for needing something changed. You’ll only ever be rewarded for following the rules. You remember that, right?” she said.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, ma’am. I remember.”
“And the safewords are?”
“Red for stop, orange for slow down, I need to change something, green for go,” he said.
“Good boy,” she said and leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to his lips.
All of this was drilled into every one of us at this point. Even the members of the group who didn’t participate in BDSM. We used those safewords so often. Sometimes people would slip and just use them in day-to-day life. Consent was extremely important to all of us. But Natasha liked to remind us. Especially when things were going to get particularly rough, and particularly when she was doing a scene with someone who was such a big pleaser, the way Clint, Steve, and I were.
She nodded to me, and I moved in closer. She moved in two, and as I applied lube to his asshole, she slipped the cock ring down over his dick and balls. Clint groaned when it was in place, his head dropping forward and his cock already starting to harden. I slicked the toy and teased it in circles around his anus, before slowly and carefully pushing it in.
Clint moaned, his head dropping forward, and his hands tightening in the sheets. Natasha caressed his hair and soothed him, though the whole process only took a second or two. Even with the size, due to the nature of the glass and this being far from Clint’s first time doing anal, the toy slipped in easily, the rose end sitting flush to his body.
“Deep breath, Ptichka,” Natasha praised. “Relax and think about how it feels. If it’s uncomfortable, Elise will take it out. How does it feel?”
Clint took a moment, carefully considering the question. “It’s good. I can do it.”
“Good boy,” she said. “Stand up, come with me.”
He was quick to obey, jumping to his feet and following Natasha to the Saint Andrews Cross. She strapped him into it, so he was facing the cross and his back was exposed to her. She checked the restraints carefully, checking in with him to make sure they weren’t rubbing, and then she picked up a flogger.
She gently skimmed the ends along his bare back, making his muscles ripple in their wake. “Okay, Birdy, now Elly is going to suck your cock. Won’t that be nice? But you’re not to come, understood? You’re going to stand here and take what we give you, and then if you do, you’ll get your reward.”
He nodded. “Yes, Natalia,” he said.
She nodded to me, and I moved to the other side of the cross and knelt, ducking under it so I was between Clint and the cross. His cock stood hard in front of me, and I took it in my hands, cradling the balls and running my fingers up his shaft. I looked up at him and slowly dragged my tongue up his shaft.
As I’d gotten into position, Natasha had run the ends of the flogger over his back and hips. His skin had broken out into goosebumps, and his thighs were trembling slightly. She continued to tease his skin as I licked over the head of his cock. It wasn’t until I’d take him into my mouth that she whipped the flogger across Clint’s back.
Clint gasped, and his hips bucked forward, pushing his cock into my mouth deeper. The suddenness of it made me choke even though I could take him much deeper than that, and I had to take a moment so I wouldn’t start laughing over what had just happened.
When I got control over myself, I started to suck his cock properly, holding onto his hips and bobbing my head up and down. Each time I took him deeper and deeper until he was pushing into my throat.
Natasha mostly teased him with the flogger, but anytime he started to relax and just enjoy the blowjob, she flicked her wrist and the strands would sharply lash across his back, making him gasp and jerk forward as he suddenly tensed up again.
His cock started to leak in my mouth, and his balls tightened. I wasn’t sure whether Natasha wanted me to stop to give him a chance to keep himself together. Clint started begging. “Please, Natalia. Please. I’m… I’m close. Can’t…”
“Okay, Elise,” he said. “That’s enough.”
I pulled back and wiped my mouth, looking up at Clint from where I lay. He sagged in the bonds, his eyes out of focus and a dopey smile on his face, as he panted. I stood, and Natasha gestured to me to help get him out of the cuffs. We helped him over to the bed, and he flopped down onto his back, wincing when his back hit the silk sheets.
“You did so well, Clint. You’ve earned your treat. Because I know you liked her doing it more, I’m going to let Elise fuck you while I ride you. How does that sound?” Natasha asked.
He nodded enthusiastically, his dopey, blissed-out smile widening. “Please,” he said, his words slightly slurred.
She trailed her fingers down his stomach, his muscles rippling in the wake of her nails. “That’s what I thought.”
It took a moment for me to get into the strap-on harness, but with Natasha’s help, I soon had it in place, with a silicone dildo that was fairly thin and curved just right to hit his prostate. Clint was watching with blown-out eyes, and when Natasha pulled away from me and approached him, he swallowed thickly.
“You’re both so pretty,” he said, his voice soft and gravelly.
Natasha chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so far gone, aren’t you?” She straddled his waist and wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, pushing her panties to the side and lowering herself down on it. He groaned, arching his back and pushing up deeper inside her. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Thank you, Natasha.”
“You’re so welcome, Ptichka,” she said.
I grabbed a bullet vibrator and slipped it into my panties, pressing against my clit and turning it on. It set a sudden jolt through me, and heat immediately started to pool in my core. I hummed and moved up behind Natasha. I lifted Clint’s legs, and Nasha pushed them forward so they were bent at either side of her, angling his hips so he now only gave me better access to his ass, but also pushed his cock deeper into her. I pressed the head of the toy against his asshole and began to sink in.
The sound Clint made as I bottomed out was loud, primal, and desperate. It echoed off the stone walls and just made that pressure in my belly intensify. I began to thrust immediately, not holding back anything. There was a sharp slap every time my skin connected with them because I was driving in with such force.
Natasha started to bounce on his cock, slowly at first, but the way I was thrusting behind her, practically forced her to move quickly too, up and down, up and down, riding his cock like she was in a race. I worried that of the three of us, Natasha would be the one to reach her peak last, or maybe even not at all, because Clint was so close right now, it would be hard for him to hold on long enough for Natasha to get off as well.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and began rubbing her clit, my finger flying in tight circles around her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back over my shoulder. “Yes. That’s it. That’s my girl,” she praised. “Just like that.” Clint reached up and began massaging her breasts at the same time, and together, we all started moving closer and closer to our combined release.
The room echoed with our moans, gasps, and the rhythmic clap of our bodies colliding. Clint’s moans almost drowned out the ones that Natasha and I made. He was careening to his peak, completely and utterly lost in the pleasure surging through him.
It hit him all at once, and he bucked and twisted under Natasha, mewling, his eyes squeezed closed and his fists balling in the sheets. He couldn’t even form words; he just shuddered under her as he spilled inside her.
“Oh god! That’s it, Clint, give it to me,” Natasha praised. It was almost as if his orgasm acted like a catalyst for hers. She grabbed hold of my wrist, holding my hand pressed against her cunt, and she spasmed as her orgasm hit. “Kak khorosho,” she moaned, sagging forward against Clint.
I wasn’t quite there yet, so I spanked Clint’s thigh and kept thrusting my hips, looking down at them both. “Please,” Clint begged. “Please, princess. Please come.” His begging me was the last piece I needed. I cried out, slamming in deep, and my muscles clenched up, and I came. “Fuck…” I moaned, quickly shoving my hand into my panties and pulling out the toy. I switched it off and tossed it on the bed as I took a moment to catch my breath.
When I was thinking straight again, I eased the toy out of Clint’s ass. Natasha climbed off him, sitting up at the end of the bed, and Clint rolled over and wrapped his arm around her waist, burying his head in her lap. She brushed her fingers through his hair. “Shh… that’s a good boy,” she praised.
I stepped out of the harness and grabbed one of the bottles of scented oil as I climbed up behind Clint. I uncorked it and carefully began rubbing it into his back.
“There,” Natasha soothed. Elise is taking good care of you. What do you need, sweet boy?”
He hummed happily, nuzzling into her. “Mmm… water… coffee… maybe a bath with you both.”
“Of course, darling. Whatever you want,” she said. “Elise, can you get the bath started and ask one of the guards to have an attendant bring us coffee?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, going to get up. Clint held out his hand and caught my wrist. “Cuddle first,” he said.
I laughed and lay down behind him, spooning him from behind. “Alright, I got you, birdy.”
“I love you very much, Ptichka,” Natasha said, leaning in and kissing his forehead gently. “I hope you know that.”
He hummed softly. “Mm hmm… You just fucked me like you don’t,” he said, and started giggling.
Natasha gasped in mock shock and swatted his shoulder. “I do not, you cheeky thing,” she said.
“Mmm… yeah, you do. But I love it. It’s my favorite,” he said. “Thank you, Tasha.” He turned his head to look at me. “And thank you too, El.”
I leaned up and kissed him softly. “I was completely my pleasure, Clint,” I said, and not a word of it was a lie.
~ END ~
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