"Nat," Clint breathes, but then is completely distracted by the sensations. The plug feels so good, and Natasha is making him feel even better. He lies back and takes a deep breath, lets her do whatever it is she wants to him, but he knows Natasha. He knows how hot this is making her and he wants her to feel just as good as he does in this moment.
Natasha's never mentioned being enhanced, but when they're together, they go for hours, and she never tires, not like Clint does. He doesn't mind though, since she lets him pleasure her in other ways. Speaking of, he's got some toys here that he uses just on her, and he reaches for a tiny little bullet vibrator and then he pushes her on her back. "Let me," and then he turns the vibe on and starts to tease just above her clit. "We can do each other."
Absorbed in all the pleasure she's taking from working Clint's dick. Nat doesn't even think about herself. She can certainly feel the dark throb between her legs and the wetness that has made her thighs a damp nightmare now, but she keeps her ass in the air and rocks back and forth lightly offering herself a little stimuli to keep it from bothering her too much. It's not often that she gets to keep herself so focused on Clint like this.
That's why it shouldn't, but still does take her by surprise when he takes her in and rolls her over onto her back, covering her body with his again. She gasps and licks at her lips, taking all the flavors she's pulled from him in. God it's such a rush. "Jesus, Clint. You can never just let me." She pants out on a half moan, tipping her head back when he begins to rub the little bullet at her clit, vibrating it at exactly the right speed. She finds his mouth and forces her tongue into it, clinging to him at the quick overly intense fluctuations of pleasure that begin spinning through her core.
Sometimes it's hard to find a rhythm when both people in the bed are givers. Clint's shown that side of his to all of his lovers, and Natasha specifically has been on the receiving end of how much he loves to please. It's hard for him to just lay back and let her work his dick back up with the vibrator buzzing happily in his ass. He's turned on enough that he know it won't be long before she can have him again, but he's not quite there yet. And Natasha deserves to get off.
He doesn't care if she's so wet that he needs to change the sheets. In fact, he hopes that he can work her up to that level.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, kissing his way up her neck. "So fucking hot, Nat." He joins into the kiss eagerly, licking into her mouth as he teases her clit. He doesn't let himself get too distracted, not by Nat's mouth, and not by the buzzing shocks going straight to his dick. He reaches next to the bed, digs around for a dildo, and then shifts them again so that he can bend Natasha over, thighs pressed against her stomach.
There are times when Natasha is content enough to let Clint get her off over and over while he only gets pleasured but once. The problem is that occasionally she has such a craving for him, that her pleasure is only made perfect by his as well. Now, there's no doubt in her head that he enjoys watching her drip and soak herself for him, and him alone. No one else in this damn world can affect her like this, because she never lets go completely like she does with Clint.
Giving into his desire finally, she lets him grab at the dildo he has next to the bed. She can get off for him several more times. Fuck, she's so completely worked up that even having that minor attention to her clit almost drags her over the edge.
"Clint... you know that your the only one who can soak me like this. So fucking wet for you. You're gonna make me come with that. Fuck me, and don't hold back." She looks at him and slides her body against his, letting her legs move along his so that he can feel how slick they are. "Mnn, fuck me Clint."
Clint takes Natasha's hand and presses it against the vibrator, letting her take over that side of things. Teasingly, he slides the dildo into her, leaning over a little to lick the moisture off one of her thighs. He doesn't press the toy in far, though, concentrating instead on nudging her g-spot with every movement.
Natasha has a lot of sex, whether for work, or for pleasure, but Clint knows that no one ever gives her this type of undivided attention. No one else cares as much about her getting off as Clint does, and he's going to show her that again and again. He licks her other thigh, then, letting the flavour of her sit on his tongue for a moment.
"Come on sweetheart, show me how good it is. Show me how wet you can get." He'll fuck her properly as soon as she's coming, making her come again. After that, who knows. Clint will let Natasha decide.
"Jesus, Fuck, Clint..." She moans, her hand rolling the vibrator around her clit. It really doesn't take much before she jerks and starts to breathe hard, a hard and fast orgasm spiraling through her before Clint even gets the dildo into her. She was far too worked up from going down on him, and enjoying all that time licking him up and down, then playing with his little plug. Things like that get her so wet.
Still spiraling, Clint licks at her thigh and she leans forward some, gripping at his hair with a tight tug. She releases it after she realizes that she probably had him closer than he needed to be. It was only her orgasm forcing her body through impossible reactions. Now she's even more wet, a pearl-like sheen drips and covers her pussy. No one else gets her like this, no one else calls her sweetheart, or stirs her up enough that she loves watching him enjoy her as well.
"Tell me how good I taste." She says on a soft moan, angling her hips now so that he can hit her g-spot. A whole different kind of orgasm building. This one is far more mighty, and comes from her core and while she wants it, she's holding onto it too enjoying the overstimulation of it all.
Clint sucks a mark into the skin he'd been licking and keeps thrusting the dildo in, shallow, as he does. He looks up at her and licks his smirking lips. It's all the answer she needs; she knows he loves how she tastes. "Think you'll want me to fuck you, after this one?" he asks. She's overstimulated now, and it'll only be worse when she comes again. "I got this vision in my head of you riding me, soaking me with how much you want me, tits bouncing. But I can make it a reality another time."
He can hear the wet sounds she's making, her pussy clinging to the dildo as he pushes it in, over and over again. At this rate, they're definitely going to have to change the sheets, but Clint doesn't care. He'll change them however many times she wants him to if he gets to have this. He uses his tongue, licking around the dildo, lapping up everything she has to offer him before finally pushing it all the way in.
Moans seep into the air around them in a continual round, all rules of quiet control having left long ago. Feeling the mark on her body, she arches against Clint's perfect mouth, against lips that never fail to eagerly give her every enjoyment. Even if she hadn't just peaked, her body would be incredibly sensitive to what he was doing with that dildo.
As it is now, Natasha is barely able to keep her hips from bucking and quivering. Each thrust drags her beyond the orgasm she had and onto a new plane of existence. There's a certain feeling that overstimulation brings, it's an excruciating pleasure, something that tears apart and builds all that the same time. She knows the rewards are always worth it when it's done right, at least with her body.
"Fuck yes. I want nothing more than to feel you inside me again. I need you deep inside me again, Clint." It's what she's been aiming for all night. She wants him to get off one more time before they're done. They'll most certainly have to change the sheets. Already Nat can feel how wet they are beneath her, from her body, her pussy, everything.
"Jesus, that's hot." She licks her own lips when he gives her a moments reprieve and licks all her slick from the dildo. Then she's digging her fingers back into the bedsheets, yanking them up from the base of the bed as he shoves the toy all the way in. It's filling and deep and she bites at her cheek, feeling it bleed slightly from her over zealousness. "You're going to kill me, aren't you..." She pants, and then makes that small heady noise that comes as her body begins to build for another orgasm.
"Hoping to keep you alive at least a little longer," Clint teases as he starts to fuck her with the dildo in earnest. He trails his lips up the inside of her thigh, tasting her again, and then further up so that he can suck on her tits, leaving marks in his wake. Natasha must be so overstimulated right now, but Clint knows how much she likes that. He knows that she loves surrendering herself to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. She's so distracted that she's not even adjusting the vibration on his plug. It's fine, since it's buzzing quite delightfully already, switching between intensities as he pinches one of her nipples.
Knowing how close Natasha is (and how close he is), Clint presses the dildo in a few more times before fully withdrawing it and positioning himself between her legs. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, Nat. Does anyone else get to see you so hot for it? So fucking beautiful in your pleasure?" He can feel her heat, presses it and feels how wet she is too. Clint doesn't hesitate. He just starts fucking into her, hard and fast, takes the vibrator and presses it right up against her clit.
"Come on, baby. Sweetheart. Show me how fuckin' hot you are."
There are so many stimulants layering over one another that Natasha's body has about had it. Clint's mouth wraps around her nipple and she starts moaning louder, signaling exactly how close she is. She had every intention of letting herself go when she finds him climbing her body further. It was a surprise when he shoves himself inside her.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Clint.." She whines. She was about to orgasm and now she forces herself to hold on for him. So much for riding his cock with her tits bouncing. Panting to stave off the immediate release, she runs her nails down his back and shakes her head, sweat clinging to every strand of her hair. "You know that you're the only one that can do this to me, the only one I can ever let go like this with. Only you Clint." It really is. Clint is the only man in her life she's ever loved, and not matter what happens between them, she will always be able to let go with him and give them this.
With him fucking her so quick and hard, and then the vibrator to her clit she can't hold it any more and it's not moans that come this time, it's full out screams. Natasha's full body goes rigid and clamps down on Clint's cock, holding him tight within her treasured wetness. He can probably still push through, but she's a bow drawn taunt. Taking the pillow, she wraps it around to bite down on and then her body begins to wave desperately through the onslaught of pleasure as her orgasm courses through her with an intensity she can only find here when Clint's stimulated her past her point of no return.
Minutes go by before she's done and settled back on the bed, breath hard and ragged. "I swear that has to be a record for the longest orgasm yet, doll."
Clint can't last with Natasha clenching around him like this, so he follows her over the edge after only a few more thrusts. His body goes tight above her and then he carefully collapses against her body, not wanting to squish her too badly. "Fuck, Tash. You fuckin' made a mess of both of us with that one," he laughs before kissing her cheek affectionately. Resting there for a moment, he catches his breath and then pulls out. He's tired now. They've gone more rounds than he can remember, and he's definitely ready to cuddle up and rest.
But he really can't stop thinking about one thing. He shouldn't bring it up. They've talked about it before, but sometimes he just gets it in his head that maybe they should try again.
Clint rolls to the side, taking Nat with him so that she's not lying in the very, very wet spot, and holds her close. "You know, we could make this work, you and me," he says. "I mean, like, really. We could figure it out, make rules. Like, maybe I could still sleep with guys, and you can sleep with whoever, but at the end of the night, we come home to each other, you know?"
There's that natural feeling of loss that comes every time the fullness of his body leaves hers. Then he's back and wrapped around her and it's a different kind of wonderful, even if they're both sticky, sweaty messes. She's fully exhausted as well. Nothing feels much better than laying there in his arms, listening to the sound of him breathing and the faint echo of the apartment settling around them.
When he rolls up and moves them around, she slides her body around and through his as if they've been doing this for a lifetime. It's always so easy and natural. She plucks at a few stray hairs that stick to his forehead awkwardly before he speaks. When he does she pauses and looks him deeply in the eyes.
A small smile curls at the corner of her lips. "You know, I've been thinking that for a while. I didn't want to push you though. I know how much you like your freedom. I didn't... I didn't want to trap you, or tie you to me again. You're the only person I can be like this with." She wonders if she can figure out how to work with him sleeping with other people. Maybe if it's only with a few guys, since she knows he has certain needs.
"Yeah? You wanna?" Clint asks. He's surprised. They've tried a few times before and it never works out because one of them gets jealous or something. Natasha still needs to do her job, and Clint didn't always appreciate the methods she used. But it's been so long now, and they've denied themselves enough. He doesn't want to keep waiting. Natasha's job is her job, and Clint understands now that even though she might use her body to get the information she needs, she doesn't love any of them, not like she loves him.
He gathers Nat up in his arms and presses a sloppy, sated kiss to her cheek. "Let's do it then. I think as long as we can have like, not rules, but understandings, we'll be good, you know? We love each other, we can figure it out."
She laughs softly at his kiss, running her fingers up and down his back. She loves the feel of him pressed up tight and comforting against her body. There's no one else that feels exactly like this, no one that allows her the peace and ability to be herself in every way.
With Clint, Natasha knows that he has seen her at her worst and still loves her. There's nothing he doesn't know about her. He's seen all sides, and she can be completely herself with him. No one else in her life even comes close. How could she not want to be with him.
"You know I love you, and being with you is easy. I think this time we can do it. You know I always end up aching if I'm not with you eventually." There's a small bubble of happiness that wiggles its way through her, even if it's cautious. She really wants this. She needs this, needs him. Smiling she kisses him full and long, with a happy sigh. "I'll be the best damn girlfriend you've ever had this time around. I swear."
"Tash, babe, it's not all on you. I was stupid jealous, even about your work assignments. I was jealous and selfish and kinda shitty. I'm just glad we stayed friends, and we can try again now." He doesn't like Natasha blaming herself for anything. They'd both fucked up with each other, but they can do better now.
He kisses her back, drawing her on top of himself and holding her gently. "We need to shower. You make a mess of me," he teases. He's certainly not complaining. He likes seeing how much he can turn her on. He's pretty sure they're done for the night, but they can still cuddle and hang out.
His sudden admission of jealousy makes her laugh and shake her head. Once pulled on top of him, she folds her hands across his chest, pillowing her chin and looks him in the eyes. "Wait, so all those fights we had about my work. That was because you were jealous of the guys? Clint... I was jealous of the guys and girls. I hated thinking that I can't be enough for you. I always hated that there was the one thing that the guys can give you that I can't." She turns her head a little and looks away.
There's still that feeling deep in her gut that no matter how much she loves him, she'll never be enough. They'd only been talking about a threesome not that long ago. Not that she wouldn't still do it if it was something he really wanted, but she hated the thought of someone fucking him, filling him like he filled her-- there was such an intimate connection when he did that. It made her feel loved in a way she could never explain, and she always got jealous thinking he was feeling that from someone. She knew she could do her best to give it to him, but it would never be exactly the same.
All she wanted was to be in his arms for the night. Yes, they needed to shower and change the sheets, but she wanted to get this all out in to the air first. Moving her arm, she kissed his chest. "I love you more than I have ever thought I could love another person Clint. It's hard ... to think about anyone else." She shrugged. I don't want to be with anyone but you."
"Tash, babe, you are enough for me. I just wanted to give you your freedom and shit. You've always been enough," Clint insists. "And that's the thing about being bi. you get to decide who to settle down with. And I choose you, for the record." He/'s not sure why she didn't know that before. Nat's always been it for him, but he'd obviously been with others when he thought she didn't want him. "Besides, you can give me plenty that a guy can't."
He leans in to kiss her, just to seal the deal and convince her that he definitely wants her, and then gives her a little squeeze. "So now that we're gonna get married and have a hundred kids, let's take a shower and clean these sheets. Didn't know you were a squirter before," he teases.
"I don't want freedom when I'm with you. I never needed it with you. You were always it for me." She feels guilty about never being able to let go enough to communicate with him all that she needed. With anyone else she needed that sense of not being brought to heel, not being hemmed in. It was always different with Clint. She knew that his love was a freedom in and of itself. There was a small obsession in the way she felt about having him to herself and that's why it was always so hard for her to let him be free. He was hers, and she knew that.
Now that it was true, she was going to hold on, and make sure that they never let go of one another again. A smile crept into their kiss and she squeezed his sides. "You are such a jerk. Letting me waste all those years with other idiots, when I could have had you." She teases, tapping his nose with her finger and kissing him a few more times to make sure he knows that she's joking with him. "...and I can't help it if you make me wet like this. You're really fucking good at what you do." There's one more kiss before she slides off of him with a groan.
It sucks to lose the feel of his body, but a shower is welcomed. She heads towards his bathroom, hips swaying as she goes to grab a couple towels and turn the water on. "Are you sure about a hundred kids? That's a lot of adopting to do..."
When Natasha gets out of the bed, Clint strips the sheets and throws them into his washer. Next time - likely later today - they should put down a towel. It's been long enough since they'd last been together that he'd forgotten how wet she gets. Especially since the last few times had been quick, brief meetings where they'd just been together to get off. This time, he'd gotten to spend his time on her, really make her come hard, more than once. He's kind of proud of the mess they'd made.
Once he puts the washer on he joins Natasha in the shower, stepping up behind her. "Maybe only fifty kids. A hundred does seem excessive."
Listening to Clint be domestic in the other room, Nat smiles. She had planned on helping out when they got out of the shower, but since he's already doing it she doesn't bother. She'll do it next time. Now that they're dating, she knows that they'll be spending a lot more time together. At least she hopes they do. She's spent far too much time on her own, and Nat's ready to settle in with him, to really try and make this work.
There's a laugh when he wanders in, all rumpled and sexy. She turns in his arms and slides hers around him so that she can kiss him under the spray. "We'd have our own little army. It would be terrifying." Reaching up, she helps him get his hair completely wet, running her fingers through it as she does. This kind of simple closeness is wonderful too.
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"I mean yeah, you're gonna be their mom. They'll all be able to kick my ass by the time they're two," Clint jokes, leaning in to kiss her. He's not going to let himself get carried away this time, they've already gotten off enough for one night. That's not to say they won't be back at it in the morning though...
He reaches for the soap and starts to wash her, making sure to remember to use the stuff she'd left here last. "And they'll be able to shoot a bow like no one's business."
"You're so wonderful, how could I have made it through all this without you." She laughs at the thought of all those little monsters running around, or even at the thought of one or two. The fact that she can't have kids has never given her thoughts of them to be honest. Maybe adoption wouldn't be horrible in a few ten or twenty years down he road with Clint.
"They'd be the best trained kids around. Our kids will all be secret underground ninjas able to kick the ass of anyone who tries to take advantage of them, and the girls will not be dating until they are thirty, at least." She laughs and smacks Clint's ass playfully, nudging him with her hip out of the water so she can rinse off and slide out of he shower to grab a towel.
“Yeah, but like, not right away. I’m not done with the whole Avenger thing yet, and I don’t think you are either.” There’s a reason none of them have children, and that most of them are single. Clint’s been married before, but things with Bobbi had been great at first, but they’d quickly deteriorated. Clint’s sure that it’s his fault. He’s going to be better this time, with Natasha.
He follows her out of the shower and turns it off behind him, then towels himself off quickly. He drapes the towel over his shoulders and doesn’t bother to cover up. He’s got nothing to be ashamed of, he knows, so why bother?
“Are you hungry?” Clint could use a coffee, at the very least.
It takes a few seconds longer to dry off due to things like boobs and longer hair. Nat's towel ends up in a wrap around her head for the time being, the rest of her naked. She laughs at his suggestion that they might have thought to start on their brood now. "I think we can safely assume that kids are a ways off. If and when we decide to adopt, I want a safe and stable environment for them." There hadn't really even been any long term relationships beyond Clint in Natasha's life, and even they had their roadblocks, but she had a feeling this time would be different.
They were getting better at communicating and if they both were serious about committing, then it was possible. Dumping her hair out of the towel, she speaks upside down. "Hell yes. I could eat a cow. You gave me a nice workout tonight." She comes up and leans over to kiss his cheek, moving over to the drawer she kept a few essentials and had for years. It made her wonder if she'd end up leaving more of her stuff here now that they were an item. Maybe.
With that decision made, Clint calls his favourite local pizza shop and places an order. Natasha can eat with the best of them, but he makes sure to get her a salad as well, just in case she wants something resembling a vegetable in her meal. Once he finishes, he realises that he'll need to at least put pants on to answer the door, and he pouts over at Natasha, his girlfriend.
"Why is it culturally frowned upon to answer the door naked for deliveries?" he asks, coming over to lie back down on the bed, arms behind his head. "Like, I just want to pay for my pizza and not put on pants. Is that too much to ask for?"
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Date: 2023-09-06 02:09 am (UTC)Natasha's never mentioned being enhanced, but when they're together, they go for hours, and she never tires, not like Clint does. He doesn't mind though, since she lets him pleasure her in other ways. Speaking of, he's got some toys here that he uses just on her, and he reaches for a tiny little bullet vibrator and then he pushes her on her back. "Let me," and then he turns the vibe on and starts to tease just above her clit. "We can do each other."
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Date: 2023-09-07 03:17 pm (UTC)That's why it shouldn't, but still does take her by surprise when he takes her in and rolls her over onto her back, covering her body with his again. She gasps and licks at her lips, taking all the flavors she's pulled from him in. God it's such a rush. "Jesus, Clint. You can never just let me." She pants out on a half moan, tipping her head back when he begins to rub the little bullet at her clit, vibrating it at exactly the right speed. She finds his mouth and forces her tongue into it, clinging to him at the quick overly intense fluctuations of pleasure that begin spinning through her core.
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Date: 2023-09-07 09:38 pm (UTC)He doesn't care if she's so wet that he needs to change the sheets. In fact, he hopes that he can work her up to that level.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, kissing his way up her neck. "So fucking hot, Nat." He joins into the kiss eagerly, licking into her mouth as he teases her clit. He doesn't let himself get too distracted, not by Nat's mouth, and not by the buzzing shocks going straight to his dick. He reaches next to the bed, digs around for a dildo, and then shifts them again so that he can bend Natasha over, thighs pressed against her stomach.
"How wet do you think I can get you with this?"
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Date: 2023-09-10 01:58 pm (UTC)Giving into his desire finally, she lets him grab at the dildo he has next to the bed. She can get off for him several more times. Fuck, she's so completely worked up that even having that minor attention to her clit almost drags her over the edge.
"Clint... you know that your the only one who can soak me like this. So fucking wet for you. You're gonna make me come with that. Fuck me, and don't hold back." She looks at him and slides her body against his, letting her legs move along his so that he can feel how slick they are. "Mnn, fuck me Clint."
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Date: 2023-09-10 08:04 pm (UTC)Natasha has a lot of sex, whether for work, or for pleasure, but Clint knows that no one ever gives her this type of undivided attention. No one else cares as much about her getting off as Clint does, and he's going to show her that again and again. He licks her other thigh, then, letting the flavour of her sit on his tongue for a moment.
"Come on sweetheart, show me how good it is. Show me how wet you can get." He'll fuck her properly as soon as she's coming, making her come again. After that, who knows. Clint will let Natasha decide.
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Date: 2023-09-11 09:18 pm (UTC)Still spiraling, Clint licks at her thigh and she leans forward some, gripping at his hair with a tight tug. She releases it after she realizes that she probably had him closer than he needed to be. It was only her orgasm forcing her body through impossible reactions. Now she's even more wet, a pearl-like sheen drips and covers her pussy. No one else gets her like this, no one else calls her sweetheart, or stirs her up enough that she loves watching him enjoy her as well.
"Tell me how good I taste." She says on a soft moan, angling her hips now so that he can hit her g-spot. A whole different kind of orgasm building. This one is far more mighty, and comes from her core and while she wants it, she's holding onto it too enjoying the overstimulation of it all.
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Date: 2023-09-12 08:40 pm (UTC)He can hear the wet sounds she's making, her pussy clinging to the dildo as he pushes it in, over and over again. At this rate, they're definitely going to have to change the sheets, but Clint doesn't care. He'll change them however many times she wants him to if he gets to have this. He uses his tongue, licking around the dildo, lapping up everything she has to offer him before finally pushing it all the way in.
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Date: 2023-09-14 05:05 pm (UTC)As it is now, Natasha is barely able to keep her hips from bucking and quivering. Each thrust drags her beyond the orgasm she had and onto a new plane of existence. There's a certain feeling that overstimulation brings, it's an excruciating pleasure, something that tears apart and builds all that the same time. She knows the rewards are always worth it when it's done right, at least with her body.
"Fuck yes. I want nothing more than to feel you inside me again. I need you deep inside me again, Clint." It's what she's been aiming for all night. She wants him to get off one more time before they're done. They'll most certainly have to change the sheets. Already Nat can feel how wet they are beneath her, from her body, her pussy, everything.
"Jesus, that's hot." She licks her own lips when he gives her a moments reprieve and licks all her slick from the dildo. Then she's digging her fingers back into the bedsheets, yanking them up from the base of the bed as he shoves the toy all the way in. It's filling and deep and she bites at her cheek, feeling it bleed slightly from her over zealousness. "You're going to kill me, aren't you..." She pants, and then makes that small heady noise that comes as her body begins to build for another orgasm.
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Date: 2023-09-15 04:15 pm (UTC)Knowing how close Natasha is (and how close he is), Clint presses the dildo in a few more times before fully withdrawing it and positioning himself between her legs. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, Nat. Does anyone else get to see you so hot for it? So fucking beautiful in your pleasure?" He can feel her heat, presses it and feels how wet she is too. Clint doesn't hesitate. He just starts fucking into her, hard and fast, takes the vibrator and presses it right up against her clit.
"Come on, baby. Sweetheart. Show me how fuckin' hot you are."
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Date: 2023-09-18 09:30 pm (UTC)"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Clint.." She whines. She was about to orgasm and now she forces herself to hold on for him. So much for riding his cock with her tits bouncing. Panting to stave off the immediate release, she runs her nails down his back and shakes her head, sweat clinging to every strand of her hair. "You know that you're the only one that can do this to me, the only one I can ever let go like this with. Only you Clint." It really is. Clint is the only man in her life she's ever loved, and not matter what happens between them, she will always be able to let go with him and give them this.
With him fucking her so quick and hard, and then the vibrator to her clit she can't hold it any more and it's not moans that come this time, it's full out screams. Natasha's full body goes rigid and clamps down on Clint's cock, holding him tight within her treasured wetness. He can probably still push through, but she's a bow drawn taunt. Taking the pillow, she wraps it around to bite down on and then her body begins to wave desperately through the onslaught of pleasure as her orgasm courses through her with an intensity she can only find here when Clint's stimulated her past her point of no return.
Minutes go by before she's done and settled back on the bed, breath hard and ragged. "I swear that has to be a record for the longest orgasm yet, doll."
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Date: 2023-09-21 01:21 am (UTC)But he really can't stop thinking about one thing. He shouldn't bring it up. They've talked about it before, but sometimes he just gets it in his head that maybe they should try again.
Clint rolls to the side, taking Nat with him so that she's not lying in the very, very wet spot, and holds her close. "You know, we could make this work, you and me," he says. "I mean, like, really. We could figure it out, make rules. Like, maybe I could still sleep with guys, and you can sleep with whoever, but at the end of the night, we come home to each other, you know?"
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Date: 2023-09-21 02:19 pm (UTC)When he rolls up and moves them around, she slides her body around and through his as if they've been doing this for a lifetime. It's always so easy and natural. She plucks at a few stray hairs that stick to his forehead awkwardly before he speaks. When he does she pauses and looks him deeply in the eyes.
A small smile curls at the corner of her lips. "You know, I've been thinking that for a while. I didn't want to push you though. I know how much you like your freedom. I didn't... I didn't want to trap you, or tie you to me again. You're the only person I can be like this with." She wonders if she can figure out how to work with him sleeping with other people. Maybe if it's only with a few guys, since she knows he has certain needs.
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Date: 2023-09-24 02:14 am (UTC)He gathers Nat up in his arms and presses a sloppy, sated kiss to her cheek. "Let's do it then. I think as long as we can have like, not rules, but understandings, we'll be good, you know? We love each other, we can figure it out."
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Date: 2023-09-24 02:00 pm (UTC)With Clint, Natasha knows that he has seen her at her worst and still loves her. There's nothing he doesn't know about her. He's seen all sides, and she can be completely herself with him. No one else in her life even comes close. How could she not want to be with him.
"You know I love you, and being with you is easy. I think this time we can do it. You know I always end up aching if I'm not with you eventually." There's a small bubble of happiness that wiggles its way through her, even if it's cautious. She really wants this. She needs this, needs him. Smiling she kisses him full and long, with a happy sigh. "I'll be the best damn girlfriend you've ever had this time around. I swear."
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Date: 2023-09-25 11:57 pm (UTC)He kisses her back, drawing her on top of himself and holding her gently. "We need to shower. You make a mess of me," he teases. He's certainly not complaining. He likes seeing how much he can turn her on. He's pretty sure they're done for the night, but they can still cuddle and hang out.
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Date: 2023-09-27 08:55 pm (UTC)There's still that feeling deep in her gut that no matter how much she loves him, she'll never be enough. They'd only been talking about a threesome not that long ago. Not that she wouldn't still do it if it was something he really wanted, but she hated the thought of someone fucking him, filling him like he filled her-- there was such an intimate connection when he did that. It made her feel loved in a way she could never explain, and she always got jealous thinking he was feeling that from someone. She knew she could do her best to give it to him, but it would never be exactly the same.
All she wanted was to be in his arms for the night. Yes, they needed to shower and change the sheets, but she wanted to get this all out in to the air first. Moving her arm, she kissed his chest. "I love you more than I have ever thought I could love another person Clint. It's hard ... to think about anyone else." She shrugged. I don't want to be with anyone but you."
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Date: 2023-09-28 02:23 am (UTC)He leans in to kiss her, just to seal the deal and convince her that he definitely wants her, and then gives her a little squeeze. "So now that we're gonna get married and have a hundred kids, let's take a shower and clean these sheets. Didn't know you were a squirter before," he teases.
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Date: 2023-09-28 04:07 pm (UTC)Now that it was true, she was going to hold on, and make sure that they never let go of one another again. A smile crept into their kiss and she squeezed his sides. "You are such a jerk. Letting me waste all those years with other idiots, when I could have had you." She teases, tapping his nose with her finger and kissing him a few more times to make sure he knows that she's joking with him. "...and I can't help it if you make me wet like this. You're really fucking good at what you do." There's one more kiss before she slides off of him with a groan.
It sucks to lose the feel of his body, but a shower is welcomed. She heads towards his bathroom, hips swaying as she goes to grab a couple towels and turn the water on. "Are you sure about a hundred kids? That's a lot of adopting to do..."
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Date: 2023-09-29 05:37 pm (UTC)Once he puts the washer on he joins Natasha in the shower, stepping up behind her. "Maybe only fifty kids. A hundred does seem excessive."
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Date: 2023-09-30 02:37 pm (UTC)There's a laugh when he wanders in, all rumpled and sexy. She turns in his arms and slides hers around him so that she can kiss him under the spray. "We'd have our own little army. It would be terrifying." Reaching up, she helps him get his hair completely wet, running her fingers through it as she does. This kind of simple closeness is wonderful too.
sorry sorry sorry I've been so sick
Date: 2023-10-05 01:32 am (UTC)"I mean yeah, you're gonna be their mom. They'll all be able to kick my ass by the time they're two," Clint jokes, leaning in to kiss her. He's not going to let himself get carried away this time, they've already gotten off enough for one night. That's not to say they won't be back at it in the morning though...
He reaches for the soap and starts to wash her, making sure to remember to use the stuff she'd left here last. "And they'll be able to shoot a bow like no one's business."
you're fine. I was sick myself, then spent all day today with eyes dilated.
Date: 2023-10-05 10:32 pm (UTC)"They'd be the best trained kids around. Our kids will all be secret underground ninjas able to kick the ass of anyone who tries to take advantage of them, and the girls will not be dating until they are thirty, at least." She laughs and smacks Clint's ass playfully, nudging him with her hip out of the water so she can rinse off and slide out of he shower to grab a towel.
And then it was Canadian Thanksgiving…
Date: 2023-10-11 07:28 pm (UTC)He follows her out of the shower and turns it off behind him, then towels himself off quickly. He drapes the towel over his shoulders and doesn’t bother to cover up. He’s got nothing to be ashamed of, he knows, so why bother?
“Are you hungry?” Clint could use a coffee, at the very least.
Yay, happy thanksgiving! no worries tho, totally no pressure hobby here. ever. <3
Date: 2023-10-11 08:03 pm (UTC)They were getting better at communicating and if they both were serious about committing, then it was possible. Dumping her hair out of the towel, she speaks upside down. "Hell yes. I could eat a cow. You gave me a nice workout tonight." She comes up and leans over to kiss his cheek, moving over to the drawer she kept a few essentials and had for years. It made her wonder if she'd end up leaving more of her stuff here now that they were an item. Maybe.
Thanks! Might be slow for a little - found out that I have a compression fracture in my back :(
Date: 2023-10-18 01:50 pm (UTC)"Why is it culturally frowned upon to answer the door naked for deliveries?" he asks, coming over to lie back down on the bed, arms behind his head. "Like, I just want to pay for my pizza and not put on pants. Is that too much to ask for?"
omgosh OUCH! I've had two spine surgeries, and have a myriad of back problems, but a fracture. OUCH.
From:Backs are the worst, man. Kinda at a standstill now, so I am back-ish (ha!)
From:I am so so sorry. They keep denying my MRI, so I'm at a standstill too. <3 glad to have u back.
From:How can they deny it? The medical field is wild
From:I need more physical therapy apparently, like it ever works. stupidest thing ever. like there's time
From:Yeah I've been doing physio too :/
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