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Your legs were on his shoulders, your thighs seizing up every time his tongue flicked against your swollen bud. Fingers tangling in his messy blonde hair, tugging as his fingers curl perfectly inside you. “Baby please I need more.” Your voice is light and breathy. Teasingly he slips his fingers from your tight entrance. This causes you to whine loudly. “Fuck, please baby. You know how much I need you.”
You’re a panting mess as he makes his way up your body once more. Kissing up your thighs, across your pelvis, over your belly button, through the valley of your breasts before finding your lips. You gasp as his lips practically devour yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue slides across your bottom lip silently asking for permission. Parting your lips, your tongues colliding, you can taste yourself on his lips. His hand slips between your bodies lining his length up to your dripping entrance.
Triumphantly you wriggle your hips in anticipation but he continues to tease you even as you tug on his swollen bottom lip. He enjoyed seeing you so needy and feral for him, it boosted his ego and made his cock twitch with every sweet little sound that left your lips. You sucked on his tongue causing a moan to slip from his lips and for the last of his resolve to melt away. He let out a deep groan as he finally pushed into your warm wet heat. Your walls eagerly greeted his length, you broke the kiss to let out a relieved whimper, after all that teasing and dragging things out was worth it just to feel his bulbous tip tracing against your velvety walls with every drag of his hips.
Calloused fingertips brushed slowly against your soft skin which caused goosebumps to raise upon our sticky skin. Breathy moans pressed against your throat as he buried his face against the nape of your neck with each thrust. His fingers digging into your plush hips, your own finding his mussed blonde hair and tugging gently as you felt his hips quicken their pace for just a moment. Despite Clint’s teasing even he couldn’t resist just how good you felt wrapped around his throbbing shaft. The room was filled with the sounds of your mixed pleasure which only encouraged his thrusts.
Eventually you tugged the strands of his hair so he’d look up at you, leaning in as you pressed your lips against his, the kiss not as hurriedly as before but just as passionate as he drank in your whimpers and moans. Your thighs trembled as his hips pushed and pulled between your legs in slow, harsh thrusts. He moved his knee a bit and raised your leg just enough so he could somehow push in deeper causing you to gasp. Your hands trailed down his neck to his muscular back, your short nails still dug into his skin as you tried to somehow anchor yourself as if you were going to float away from just how good you felt. He grunted against your tacky skin as you scratched up and down his back.
Licking his lips he peppered kisses across your throat and down your neck, his thrusts stuttered as he leaned his head down to press open mouth kisses to your supple breasts. Your nipples perked at the feeling of his breath ghosting across them as he continued to kiss your heated flesh. Teasingly he let his teeth graze the flesh of your breast as you helplessly pawed at him, his actions rendering your voice useless. But he knew just what you wanted and for once he easily gave in and in an instant his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud as his fingers tweaked and teased the other.
Your back arched up to press further into his mouth and into his touch as your leg hooked around his ass, pulling him in closer to you as his thrusts slowed almost to a stop. He hadn’t meant to stop but fuck did your walls feel so good just clenching and quivering around his shaft. Gently he tugged your nipple between his teeth before he pulled back with a devilish grin as your face twisted in pain and pleasure as the feeling sent a jolt through your body.
“Please baby.” You breathed out as you looked down at him, his hands still massaging your breasts as he looked down at you adoringly.
“I know princess, I know I can feel it.” He replied softly before he moved in closer once again and captured your lips in another kiss.
He could feel just how badly you needed him, your body practically vibrating in need and excitement. He hadn’t meant to draw it out this much but he just loved seeing you like this. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs as he moved them up, your knees bent and closer to your face as he now pushed in deeper making you moan. You held onto his biceps as he began to thrust now with more power behind his hips as he was chasing both your releases.
Your hand moved between your bodies as your nimble fingers rubbed your sensitive bud in tight quick circles. Clint groaned as your walls squeezed around his cock as you rubbed your clit. His shaft slick from your juices, squelching sounds filled the room as he fucked into you faster. His weight laid on you in the most delicious way as his hips pistoned. His heavy balls slapped against your puffy cunt with each of his thrusts. As he neared his edge he began to grunt and groan, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on your shoulder.
Your legs quivered and the knot in your belly snapped, crying out as your wetness gushed around his cock making him pull back just enough to watch your mess with a proud smirk on his lips. “Look at how pretty that mess is baby, god I love it when you’re just making a mess on my dick.” He moaned and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips as the shocks of your orgasm coursed through your veins.
After a few short sloppy thrusts he groans into your lips, his cock pulsing deep inside you as rope after rope of his warm sticky seed filled you up. Your walls milking his cock as his own orgasm worked its way through his body. His hands moved to your sides, he broke the kiss to gasp out a breath. “Fucking shit- Princess. Feels so good filling you up.”
You grinned up at him with a dopey look, moving your legs to wrap around his waist to keep him buried to the hilt inside you, your fingers slow down but never stop as you wanted to prolong your orgasm he had been teasing in front of you all day. “We need to do this more often.” You whispered and ghosted your lips across his.
He chuckles and after a moment his orgasm subsides, he caresses your cheek sweetly as he gives you a look full of adoration. “I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my days like this with you, Princess.” The pet name made you smile and give him one last kiss.
The two of you laid in bed still connected just enjoying the feeling of one another. After a few moments he peppered sweet kisses to your face and gently slipped from within you, a small mess ensued but his thick digits pushed the sticky mess back inside your quivering pussy. You whimpered at the feeling and reached out for him but he quietly shushed you.
“I won’t be long, I’m gonna get you something to drink and then I’m going to run us a bath okay?” His voice was gentle as he spoke to you.
You nodded and pulled the messed blankets over your body as you watched him walk out the bedroom. You couldn’t help the feeling of relaxation and content that fell over you nor could you help the sleepiness that pulled you under as you waited for him to come back.
You dozed off for what felt like a few minutes but in reality was a couple hours, you only woke up once you felt Clint gently shaking you awake. You didn’t register what he said until he held up your favorite water bottle and helped you sit up in bed.
“Here you go, baby. I know you're still sleepy but you need to drink and eat dinner. I ordered pizza, I hope you don't mind.” He gave you a sheepish smile, he was sure you’d be sick of pizza but he can’t help it that it’s something fast and easy to deliver to your apartment.
Sitting up you stretched and let out a quiet groan, your body was sore from your earlier activities which made you giggle softly to yourself as you thought back but Clint’s soft touch pulled you from your thoughts. “Cmon, Princess, let's get some dinner for you then we can get that bath I promised you earlier.”
He’s dressed in a pair of boxers as he stands to help you up, you found the gesture sweet as you took his hand. His other hand held the shirt he was wearing earlier that you so gracefully threw on the floor as the two of you found your way into bed.
“Here you can wear this and I’ll meet you in the kitchen for dinner.” He handed you the shirt and kissed your cheek, leaving you to go to the bathroom to clean up a little before you joined him in the kitchen.
At least three boxes of pizza awaited you on the counter, your stomach growling at the delicious scent of the pizza, you made your way over only to be handed a beer and a plate of pizza. “Thank you, it looks great.” You hummed and sat down at the island where he soon joined you with his beer and plate of pizza.
“No problem, I figured you needed the rest so I just wanted to order something fast and easy for us to enjoy for dinner.” He explained before he took a bite of his pizza.
You nodded in agreement, “I didn’t realize I’d be that tired afterwards.” You chuckled.
He smiled triumphantly at your words. Playfully you swat his chest and he laughs.
“Yeah yeah I know that just boosts your ego even more.” You said with a smile on your lips.
“I can’t help that I like hearing just how good I fucked you and wore you out.” He playfully held his hands up defensively.
You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t help finding it amusing yourself as well. Eventually you two finished up your dinner and spent some time just chatting and catching up about how your days at work had been. Which sounded a little silly seeing as he was an avenger and you were just an accountant for Stark Industries but you liked your job nonetheless and you enjoyed hearing about his job even if it did scare you just about every time you heard the news but you did your best not to focus on that part too much.
You both agreed to go to the annual Stark Christmas party which you hoped wouldn’t be too crazy as it’s been in the past but you figured Pepper wouldn’t let Tony get too crazy and so far the budget for the party didn’t seem too out of place.
His calloused fingers pushed back a piece of stray hair behind your ear which made a smile break out across your lips, he leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss against them.
You moaned quietly, just a noise of appreciation really, but soon enough the kiss ended and Clint stood up holding his hand out to you. “Why don’t we get into that bubble bath I promised you?” He hummed.
You nodded and took his hand where he led you into your ensuite bathroom before he gently dropped your hand so he could get the water started for you both. As you waited you pulled the shirt off and over your head before going to the closest to pick out the perfect bubble bath for the mood.
Champagne and rose petals, that seemed like it could be romantic enough plus it added a bit of glitter to the water which you always loved. He slipped out his boxers and took your discarded clothes away in a nearby hamper as you swirled the scented bubble bath in the water. He dimmed the lights and made his way over to you, lifting your hair as he stood behind you his lips found your neck and shoulder. You smiled at the intimate kiss on your skin.
You turned in his arms to face him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his own found their way to your hip where he pulled you flush against his body. His semi hard length pressed against your soft thigh and you let out a quiet moan at the feeling. He leaned in and pressed another kiss to your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. A choked moan slipped from your lips which he greedily drank up as your mouths moved in harmony.
After a moment you pulled back and caught your breath before he led you into the large tub filled with the beautiful bubbles. The heat of the water felt good on your skin, Clint sat behind you despite the space in the tub for you both. Which you didn’t mind especially when he pulled you back into his strong arms, your back against his muscular chest as his arms wrapped around your soft middle. You closed your eyes and hummed in content, relaxing against him but it seemed his hands had other plans as they scrawled across your belly, fingertips brushing against your breasts as he teased you easily from this position. Your lips curled into a playful smirk as his hands traveled higher and he soon cupped your breasts in his hands, his cock now pressing against your back as he attached his lips to your neck he began to suck a mark onto your skin.
Your own hands braced themselves on his thighs as he continued to explore your warm soapy skin just as he was now. You leaned your head back on his shoulder which gave him more access to leave kisses against your skin. Which is exactly what he did, his teeth scraping against your pulse point causing you to gasp, his cock twitched against your back. Your hands moved from his thighs to between your own plus thighs, your fingers brushing your sensitive bud eliciting a whimper from your lips. He continued to kiss and suck and mark your throat and neck as much as he could reach from his spot behind you. His hands now massaging and groping your tits, your nipples pebbled at the feeling and only added to your arousal. Slipping a finger into your messy entrance you moaned out which caught his attention, he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own. His thick digits soon pushed into your fluttering hole and you gasped, your hands once again bracing on his thighs as he pumped his wrist.
You gasped and whined, your hips rolling against his fingers as you wanted more, his teeth dug against the flesh of your shoulder as the movement of your hips teased his cock. His fingers curled deep inside you and you cried out. The sound made him remove his fingers from inside you and he pushed you up a bit, you were a little confused until you realized what he was doing behind you as you sat up on your knees. Peering over your shoulder you moaned at the sight of him stroking his cock in his fist.
His hand reached out to pull you back to him and with a little adjusting you easily found yourself seated on his cock once again.
You puffed out a breath as you began to move your hips, riding him at a slow and steady pace. The water around you both began to sway with every movement but you didn’t care much as all you could really bring yourself to care about was just how good of a slight burn the stretch of his cock felt as you rode him in this position. Both of you preferred to see one another when you had sex but you couldn’t deny the moments when it became too much for you both and Clint would bend you over the closest place and take you right then and there and today seemed to be one of those days for you both.
He grunted and groaned as he watched the fat of your ass bounce with every thrust of his hips as he impatiently moved to meet your hips. His hand kneaded the flesh that bounced beautifully right in front of him, soon enough his large hand came down and he spanked you earning a choked moan from your lips.
“Fuck- you look perfect like this taking my cock.” He mumbled as he watched your pussy devour his cock. You let out a breathy laugh at his words, your arms grew a little tired as you held yourself up but you liked how mesmerized he was by your body so you didn’t mind just a few more thrusts.
“Feels so good when you’re filling me up.” You yelped out as he brought you back down on his hips rather harshly.
“Wanna see you, please.” You whined and tried to move from his grip to which caused him to give your ass another spank and you huffed in annoyance, mostly because you were just being a whiny brat.
He chuckled and let you move from him so you could turn to face him which you did happily. Afterwards you sunk back on his cock with a moan, your hands resting on his chest as you both moaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around his shaft once again.
You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips and soon enough you two fell back into a harmonious rhythm between your thrusts and soon enough you were panting, he leaned his head down and captured your nipple between his lips as his hand moved to rub our clit in quick circles.
HIs tongue swirled and teased the bud before he pulled back and did the same to your other breast, your fingers tugged at his hair, his scalp pickled at the feeling and he bucked his hips up harshly.
He pulled back and gave your sternum a kiss before he looked up at you with a blissed out grin to his lips. “You gonna cum for me baby?” He cooed.
You nodded and picked up the speed of your hips, the water splashing around by now but you didn’t give a second thought as his fingers gave your clit a slight pinch and soon enough you cried out, your head tilted back and your nails dug into his shoulders as your body quaked.
“Fuck!” You called out. He picked up speed, holding you close to his chest and with a few more thrusts he soon buried into the hilt and filled you up with his hot seed.
You both were panting, a guttural groan fell from his lips as your walls quivered and clenched around his shaft as he throbbed deep inside.
After a few moments and your orgasms subsided he peppered sweet kisses across your chest, neck, throat and face. As much of your skin that he could reach he left a kiss. He pulled out of you, making you both whimper, but he gave your lips a soft kiss.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up, Princess?” He hummed with a proud smirk on his lips as he took in just how beautiful you looked above him.
The rest of your afternoon was spent washing one another in the peaceful silence of your apartment.
*Inspired by 'Tell Me You Love Me' by James Smith*
His head was pounding, sweat dripping down his chest and back. Clint kept rubbing his eyes & squinting but his vision was still fuzzy and unclear. His stomach rolling & churning. He couldn't shake it, couldn't ignore or wish it away, his body had succumbed to illness. Exhausted he just wanted to sleep but he trudged through the Compound by passing his room in favor of hers.
There was no knocking, no formalities. Clint entered her room with an air of belonging & shuffled pathetically across the room toward her bed flopping down face first. Half asleep and fully clothed, his body awkwardly angled taking up most of the bed like a scraggly starfish. It was still warm but she wasn't in it. Noise from the bathroom on the other side of the room. He let out a pitiful groan announcing his presence.
"Clint?" Her voice was like honey in a hot cup of tea making him shiver wanting it more than he could explain in words.
Inaudibly moaning, maybe he spoke some words or maybe he just thought them. Groaning at the sensation of her hand on his back, or maybe it was the fever and his brain playing tricks again. The whole flight back from the mission he could have sworn he heard her singing in the back of the Quinn.
"You're drenched... off!" She was about to yell about his sweat all over her clean bedding when he started coughing, attempting, and failing to stand up.
The cough was deep and haggard, a wet phlegmy sound. The cough shook his whole body and the bed. He'd always been stubborn that was the bulk of his witty personality but somehow the way he was moving or lack thereof was the most vulnerable she'd ever seen. Sighing when the back of her hand pressed against his forehead, skin still damp & cool from washing her hands.
"You're burning up."
Clint tried to stand again, his body swaying. The pictures hung on her walls & ceiling spinning round and round. She did the best she could sitting him up on the edge of her bed, and stripping off his sweat-drenched gear. His eyes barely open, his mouth moving as if he was speaking but nothing coming out besides the lopsided smirk. That kinda smirk he flashed when he was being flirty with her.
There wasn't much of a struggle tucking him beneath the blankets, head nestled on a plush pillow. No complaining from him as she got him to swallow some cold medicine or drink some water. Only a pouty frown when she tried to walk away. Clint had a weak hold on her wrist.
"Stay."
He was curled around her the moment she lay next to him beneath the covers. Arms around her, head on her chest. His mouth parted, nose too stuffed up to breathe right. Clint managed to mumble out a soft 'love you' before passing out completely. Running her fingers through his hair almost falling asleep herself when the vibration of her phone caught her attention.
"Sorry Nat, I uh have a slightly feverish assassin squishing hold of me right now."
"Mhm, figured he'd sleep it off alone like he usually does. Guess that means you guys are a serious deal if he's letting you see him like this." Natasha laughing on the other end of the line.
"I don't understand what this is," gesturing between herself and Clint despite Nat not being able to see it. "Sometimes we're friends, sometimes just coworkers, other times he can't keep his hands off me, and then the next I'm like a stranger to him."
"That's classic Barton though. He wants to be loved but his past constantly makes him believe he's not worth it. Have you guys even talked about what you are?" If Nat was asking it meant either he had talked with her about it or ignored the question anytime Nat asked him.
"I've tried, he just gets uncomfortable, cracks some jokes and casually changes the conversation. I mean... he says my name & I love you in his sleep but ... I don't know. How do you talk to someone constantly in fight or flight mode?"
"He loves you, just in his whole little Barton way." Nat snickered though annoyance was definitely in her tone.
"You think so?"
"If he didn't he wouldn't be in your room right now. Last time he was sick we had to get Cap to forcibly carry him down to medical. He must trust you because he doesn't like people to see that he's... human ya know? Good luck." Ending their call.
Running her fingers through his hair smiling at how peaceful he was. Millions of freckles sprinkled along his skin, just a hint of a sunburn. Chapped lips that twitched in his sleep as if he was on the verge of smiling or dreaming of something pleasant.
"I wish I knew what we were." Getting comfortable beside Clint and slowly falling asleep.
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She was awoken by the sounds of retching from her bathroom. Her hand reached out to find nothing beside her. It took her a moment to wake up and realize Clint wasn't there, jumping out of bed & rushing to the bathroom. Clint on his knees hunched over in front of the toilet throwing up.
Kneeling beside him rubbing his back, his whole body drenched in sweat & burning hot. Her eyes wandered toward all the silvery scars that littered his back. Clint seemed to be covered in them from head to toe. Some were deep and jagged like they healed improperly, but most were years old from a childhood he'd never wish upon another soul.
She knew he couldn't remember where most of the scars came from but the oldest of them he could never forget. A terrible childhood with an alcoholic abusive father, years as a runaway in the circus, and betrayal from his brother. He'd told her of them late one night as they laid out on the rooftop unable to sleep staring up at the stars. The kind of conversation that happened because of comfort & exhaustion. So tired that walls crumble and secrets come out.
That night though, Clint seemed as if a weight had finally been lifted from finally speaking aloud the horrors of his early life. He could talk about those traumas but yet defining what they were or even calling her his girlfriend was too complicated.
"I'm sorry," he groaned weakly attempting to stand. His body wavered, almost falling if it hadn't been for her nudging him to lean against the bathroom counter.
"You're sick, nothing to be sorry about." Wiping his face with a wet cloth, but even sick that man somehow managed to look like a Greek God.
His skin was slick and clammy, dark circles under his eyes but they stayed laser-focused on her. She was the only thing in his vision that wasn't blurry or spinning like a kaleidoscope.
"You know what I mean sweetheart." Regret flooded his eyes.
"Come lay back down, you're feverish."
"You're not my girlfriend." Clint laid an unsteady hand on her cheek.
Gutted, absolutely gutted. The air sucked from her lungs, her failed attempt to keep him from seeing the disappointment on her face.
"Before you get all in your head let me finish." A meek smile flashed over his lips. "I'm not... the best at this kinda thing, never had a good example of what this sort of thing was supposed to be or look like but you ... us ... you're it. The only, the last, the forever, so I can't call you my girlfriend when you're more than that."
Closing her eyes leaning into him. The feeling of his arms wrapping around her, the soft kiss on her temple. They both breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it was better that way, his little ramble letting it all out. Telling her the words that weighed on him for ages, but they always sounded wrong in his head. Like they weren't the right words to use but he meant them never-the-less.
"Back to bed," ruffling his hair feeling as if she could have taken on the world at that moment. "You need to rest."
"See!" Smirking as she tugged him back towards her bed. "This is why I love you, you know the way to my heart."
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