For @deathbeforedecaf : Always wake up beside me.

[blackhourglass]

Things had been good for Clint and Natasha since they'd started dating. They hadn't killed one another ... yet, and the fights had been fairly minimal with only a few jealous flareups-- at least on Natasha's part. She didn't really know how Clint had been fairing, but it seemed to be alright. Natasha had stopped sleeping with clients and had cut off all ties with her ex's. They both would always be natural flirts, but that was fine with her. She knew that in the end, he belonged to her, and it was her body he came home to.

Speaking of which, she had fun planned for them tonight. "Movies" had been the spoken agenda, but Natasha had pulled out her toy chest and gotten out a few things that they'd both like in the bedroom. These were things they hadn't done together and Natasha was looking forward to it. She had even made some glow in the dark jello shots to start the night off with. Eating jello'ed alcohol off of one another was never, ever a bad way to start off a night.

Now all she needed was Clint.

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[deathbeforedecaf]

Making plans to fuck is really hot, especially when they're already fucking. Natasha's ideas are really getting Clint going, and if it were any other day, he'd already be sliding between her gorgeous legs to fuck her. Clint has a plan though. He is well aware that Natasha is a lot more kinky than he is, and he wants to give her this, see if it's something that they can experiment with. He can't lie, seeing her tied up like this, ready to take anything he wants to give her is very sexy.

He looks at her all tied up and spread out once he finishes and can't help but tease her pussy briefly, sliding the tips of two fingers in and then teasing them over her slick folds. She looks so good right now, absolutely delicious, but Clint won't be tempted. Instead of dropping between her legs and feasting, he reaches for the bottle of lube beside their bed. Natasha said that her holes were his, and he intends to use them both.

Finally, Clint does give in, at least a little. He leans in to kiss Natasha and presses a slick finger against her ass. He's got a plug ready for her, and he hopes that she likes wearing it just as much as he likes wearing them. Besides, he wants to fuck her with it inside, see if he can feel the vibrations through her walls.

[blackhourglass]

Now that they're tied together in a way that Natasha thought she'd never have, she's open to giving every ounce of control over to Clint. It's not like she wasn't open to it before, while they were merely dating. She loved him and had for such a long time, but there had always been the chance, the slim one that some one might slide in and rip them apart somehow. With this ring on her finger, she knew that was no longer a possibility. There was no turning back. Natasha didn't believe in breaking a marriage.

This was it, and she was loving every minute of how he worked to please her -- to stretch his comfort zone to enjoy her slightly twisted sides. No one else in the world would ever be able to strip her of control like this, tying her up so that she was at their whim. Natasha gave her soul over to clint in this moment, even if he didn't realize how significant it was. After the abuse she'd suffered, this was the ultimate for her, and she loved it, loved the way he touched her. His name was a whispered prayer on her lips.

Her body quivered in anticipation, waiting to see what he had prepared. When his finger touches her, she inhales deeply and blows out a shiver of air. "Fuck, Clint." She's never worn anything in her ass, but for him she'll do it. It might even feel good.

[deathbeforedecaf]

It's not a surprise that Clint's enjoying himself. He's with Natasha, and no matter what they do, it's always going to be hot. But looking at her, all tied up and spread out... well... it's probably the hottest thing he's ever seen. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love your tits? They're so gorgeous, all perky, little pink nipples." He leans down to suck one into his mouth while adding a second finger into her ass. He doesn't need to stretch her more than this since the plug is small. The point of it is that it vibrates, and Clint wants to use it while he fucks her.

As he pulls off her nipple, he gives it a sharp bite, then moves over to do the same to the other one. "You like nipple clamps, babe?" That's something he has tried, and something he owns. Natasha's nipples would look incredible in them.

"I want you to be dripping for me," he tells her. "Dripping and begging. Until then, I'm going to pinch and suck, and bite, and do whatever I feel like to you." He withdraws his fingers and slips the plug in, bypassing that tight ring of muscles and fucking her with it a few times before settling it inside of her. "You ready, babe?"

[blackhourglass]

"You might have tossed around the idea a few times." Maybe he's brought it up every single time they are together, but she could hear it several times while they're together each session and never grow tired of it. Nat needs Clint to think that her body is everything to him. She needs absolutely everything about him.

Feeling the way he consummates her, the way he sucks at her tits and dips into her ass has her moaning and wanting to writhe beneath him, but she can't move. Instead she shivers and her body grows wetter. There's very little that she can do beyond whimper and flex the muscles that reside inside her body, making them quiver and tighten her pleasure as she waits for his cock to fill her.

"I think I'd love them. I don't let other people put things like restraints or bondage gear on me, but I know I love it." When the plug slides into her ass, she bites her lip through the skin and sucks at it. What else can she do. It's a whole new sensation that sets her on fire. Sensitive nerve endings go flying open and tingle the ones right near her g-spot an area over. "Holy fuck, I'm already dripping my love. You don't have to wait for that, you never do."

[deathbeforedecaf]

"Well, you deserve to hear it every single moment of the day," Clint replies, giving her nipples another pinch. "You would? Maybe we should get some for the next time we do this." And by maybe, he means that he's definitely going to get some. This is what Natasha enjoys in bed, not that Clint thinks that she doesn't enjoy it every time, but this is what she craves, and he's going to do his very best to give it to her.

He flips the switch on the plug, watches her as he turns it up to a higher level. While he watches, her drags his thumb over her folds, gathering up the moisture and then smearing it back all over her pussy. Natasha is so gorgeous, especially like this. Clint still can't believe that he's so lucky.

Clint moves between her legs and leans in to bite her tit, leaving a mark behind as he smoothly enters her.

[blackhourglass]

Natasha likes a lot of things. There are days she longs to make simple love to Clint, with only his body over hers, the weight of him pressing in over and over-- there are days where she loves to ride on top and look down at the gorgeous man that she's so totally in love with, and then there are the days she needs to feel alive, to remind herself that she's a survivor of the holy wars she's fought so far in her life, and pain does that for her, sensory deprevation, bondage, letting go in various ways with this man she's learned to trust does that for her.

Feeling the ache that starts low and deep and begins to circulate through her inner walls is different and new -- she doesn't have a word for how it feels, but she knows that she likes it. It's going to be a thing that she will certainly consider for the future when they're having sex again. When he touches her clit again she cries out and starts to go quiet until he clamps down around her breast.

"Oh fuck, Clint-- " It turns into a louder moan, on a whine buried at the back of her throat when he enters her. Her fingers scramble for purchase at his back. She treks her nails in long lines down his muscles and across the beautiful examples of shoulders. Drawing them around to his chest, she grips his shoulders and begins to rock up into him immediately, needing him deeper. The vibrations from her ass already making her crave more than she would with a slow normal build up. It's like he's already there inside her somehow, but she desperately craves so much more of him.

[deathbeforedecaf]

Clint's been relatively set in his ways when it comes to sex, been pretty vanilla over all, but Natasha makes him want to explore more. She pushes his boundaries in the best way and they've never done something that he didn't like. Sometimes it's like Natasha knows him better than he knows himself, because she opens him up to vastly different experiences, and it's always been incredible. She knows what he wants and what he'll like before he does.

This time though, Clint knows exactly what he wants.

He lets her touch him for a moment, but only for that. When she's had her fill, he uses one hand to grab both her delicate wrists and lifts them above her head. Natasha could easily break out of his grip, but he knows that she won't. She wants this too. He brings the other hand up to her tits, teasing them while he fucks into her quickly. The rhythm would be punishing for someone weaker, but he knows that his girl can take it.

[blackhourglass]

All Nat knows is that she's wanted him for so long and so now that they're together she's willing to do whatever it takes for them. It's been hard on him to watch her sort her way through things with Bucky and Matt-- especially when they clashed over and over against his views on killing. It never really did work until finally they fell together like this, and Nat couldn't be happier. She's falling more in love with him every second. It had been so long in coming. The fact that he's even willing to take her like this is amazing.

He sees her now, and sees that she's changed over time, and now that she's his there's never anything going to be between them again. When he takes her hands, she groans and rolls her body up under his, complaining at the fact that she can't touch him with her higher pitched moans. They aren't actual complaints, but simply moans about being caught up in the moment.

Instead of using her hands, she wraps her legs around him and begins to use them to increase the way she moves, using dancer's hips and a myriad of motion and strength to force him deeper and further with each and every individual thrust. "Clint.." She whispers, and leans up to kiss him, searching for his mouth, needing more contact in every way.

[deathbeforedecaf]

Clint kisses her back, continuing to fuck her as she pulls him in with her legs. He must not have tied her up tightly enough, but that's not really a surprise. Today was for experimentation, not for serious scenes with ropes. That's something for the future, because Clint is finding that he actually likes having Natasha bound like this, ripe for his taking.

"You know what I was thinking when you were all tied up, plug in your ass, open for me? I was thinking about how pretty your pussy looked, all shiny and wet. I was thinking that you were really getting off on this, and it made me get off on it too." He thrusts in a few times, roughly but still very pleasurable, getting in as deeply as he can. "I fucking love your pussy."

He leans in to kiss her, rolling his hips in time with her. He turns the dial up on the plug, finally, and then settles in for their end goal. "Always so happy to do what I want. But I want to do what you want too. Tell me what you want, babe."

[blackhourglass]

[[ooc: sorry, forgot she was tied up because he moved her hands in the last thread. she was tied arms to legs. hands moving wouldn't have made sense either unless she'd escaped. lol. whoops.]]

By the time they got this far, Natasha couldn't take it anymore and her more basic needs and instincts to spread out and take Clint the way she normally does, spread out and full of him completely kicked in. Wrapping her arms around him finally, Natasha runs her hands down his back and digs her nails in. "I needed to do that. I could go for so long, but not touching you was killing me. I thought I was going to die of it."

Crying out with the next plunge of his body into hers, she jerked her hips up and rolled along with him. "I love it when you're deep inside me, baby. I love you so fucking much." She could feel her body getting ready to climax. He was so good at everything he did, and when he flipped the switch that vibrated her further she cried out almost immediately.

"Fuck. Clint." Arching up into him, her body clamped down hard and her hips began to roll over and over, legs quivering against his back. Nat cried out loudly, and didn't stop until her orgasm abated moments later.

[deathbeforedecaf]

[ ooc: no problem! I doubt Clint did a good job with the knots anyway ahah ]

"Next time, I'll make sure the knots are tighter," Clint teases, breathless. He's so close right now, with the feeling of Natasha so wet and tight around his cock, but also the reverberations of the vibrating plug he'd put in her ass. He adjusts the quickly now that she's no longer bound, shifting so that he's driving down into her, so that he can stimulate her clit at the same time as he fucks her for all he's worth.

"You're fucking perfect," he manages to grit out just as she starts to clamp around him. "Fucking phenomenal." He holds on for as long as he can through her orgasm before he's coming too, choking out her name, and fucking her until he's too soft to keep it up. It's only then that he turns off the vibrator, but he doesn't take it out of her just yet.

[blackhourglass]

"Better position. That was difficult." The ropes were good, that was an awkward position to be fucked in. He could eat her out to his heart's content, and even stick things in her holes, but once he started actually fucking her it got difficult to maintain the position and Natasha was a master at getting out of things. She had always been great at that sort of thing. It might have brought about some of their differences, but she was doing her best to be a better person now than she had before.

Life with Clint was pushing her to be the type of Avenger he'd be proud of, and not only the world's greatest spy. Feeling him inside her like this and knowing how much she loved him, had her wanting to be all that she could for this man. He made her body come apart at the seams. She knew he couldn't be a violent man, but he was pushing his limits for her. She'd push hers for him.

Crying his name aloud, she came and came, arching back and dragging her fingers along his back-- most bets were off during an orgasm. There were things she knew she'd never be able to control when he had her at the peak of existence. When he comes up into her she cries out again, getting off on the knowledge that he's losing himself-- the freedom he has when he's inside her. Breathing deep she relaxes eventually, feeling so fully of everything still.

"I love you. You're the most perfect, wonderful man there ever was, and will be. I hope you know that."

[deathbeforedecaf]

"Just tell me what you like, I'll do anything." He'll learn how to tie better knots, figure out the positions that they both like the best. Seeing Natasha spread out like that will be a vision that lives in his mind forever. She's so gorgeous, he loves her body so much, loves her pussy so fucking much. Clint has been with plenty of women, and men, but no one has ever gotten him like she does. They make each other better, and that's what's important in a partner.

Slowly, Clint withdraws from from her, making sure his movements aren't too sudden to make her feel bereft. He eases himself out and then gently tugs the plug from inside of her.

Once he's made sure that she's okay, he gathers Natasha up in his arms and cuddles her closely. "I love you too, Tasha. Definitely." He murmurs. "How are you feeling? You need anything?" He wants to make sure that she's okay after all of that.

[blackhourglass]

They do make one another better and that's the best part of it all. It's all that matters to her. The fact that he's offered to do most anything for her fills her heart completely. She leans into him once he's pulled her against him, completely worn from their loving. "I'm sure we can go through some designs together and pick out things that will work for both of us. I know there are some that might appeal to you, and others that I might like better. We can work on what's appealing to us both." She kisses at a sweat drop that runs down his neck.

Sliding her leg along his, she enjoys this part of intimacy as much as she does the sex. It brings them just as close. Running her fingers through his hair, she lays her head down to listen to his heart beating. "I might want something to drink in a little bit, but not yet. I don't want you to move yet. I like feeling the steadiness of you beneath me. I love the beat of your heart and the throb you leave behind right after you've pulled out."

It's a solid weight that she can still feel as her muscles slowly relax back into their original shape, a place he'd carved out inside her. She can feel his seed as it trickles down her thigh. She knows that she should have asked for something to clean it up, but the experience was an intense one and she's still high and buzzing from it all. Having him steady and solid beneath her is perfect. "You're the best part of me right now. I love feeling you when you make love to me, and after. The ache, and the knowledge of where you've been, knowing that you left parts of you inside me. It's like nothing else, and knowing that no one else will ever touch me but you again, is incredible."

[deathbeforedecaf]

Clint hums happily as he holds her closely. He's always kind of like this after sex, languid, clingy, and affectionate. He gives Natasha a quick squeeze and nods. "I'll get us some food too," he says. He's happy to wait until she's ready too, since this is nice all in and of itself. "You know how much I love fucking you," he murmurs, "and I'm really glad that you love it too." He can't imagine being in a relationship where they don't like to have sex with each other, but with Natasha it feels like so much more than just like. It's them coming together to share something precious.

"And you know, I'm happy to service you any time. Any where even. Just say the word, and I will drop my pants for you," he chuckles, effectively ruining the sweet but serious mood. That's why she loves him though, because he's ridiculous and doesn't really have a serious bone in his body.

[blackhourglass]

[[ooc: I was thinking we could end this here, and maybe get ready for one of the wedding threads if you wanted? Since this has been going on a while, and I think we lost track of it somewhere in the middle. I know things are blurring together because of time. ]]