Prompts

SOOO here it is. Yeah yeah, 4 hours late, I'm sorry, I made a whole bunch of Christmas themed sugar cookies with frosting and it was a huge delicious mess.

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Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff are on their jet, flying home from Russia, where another creature needed killing. The enemy managed to plunge needles into both of their necks and emptied them before it was killed. Clint and Natasha are sitting on the jet's abnormally large sofa that they have all to themselves, a perk of being a hero, talking about the days events.

"Clint, I seriously think we should get checked out." Natasha said, a little aggravated.

"Nat, it's been like three hours and we're both still alive, nothing has happened. Obviously whatever weird alien magic he had didn't work on us."

"Whatever, Birdie, I'm going to take a nap." Clint groaned at the annoying nickname but shut up when Natasha inched her way down the giant couch so she was laying on her back and relaxed, laying her legs over Clint's lap. He lifted an eyebrow and just picked up the Shakespeare play he was reading. Surprisingly, Clint was a huge fan of old literature, but only Nat knew this because both spies kept to themselves. It wasn't long until Natasha was asleep and Clint couldn't help but drift his focus from his book and get lost in thought with the beautiful red head in a peaceful sleep next to him.

Even though he said nothing happened, he was feeling strange. His attraction to Natasha was so much stronger than it usually is. It's like an uncontrollable urge and insanely intense. He's barely able to contain himself and the reason he's able to keep quiet is because he's so used to having to hide his feelings for Natasha. He knows she's not quite ready yet, so he's waiting.

Natasha, as if she's aware of what effect she has on him, moans his name. Clint has to double take to realize what just happened, but he discovers that he is not dreaming. She is, though, and Clint has a pretty good idea of what she's dreaming about. A few minutes of fidgeting and small sounds later, Natasha opens her eyes and jolts up. Clint is still confused as to what's happening, but he doesn't make much protest when Natasha finally speaks.

"Clint, I need you. Now." She said, desperation clear in her voice.

"Nat, what's happen-" He's cut off by a pair of lips on his and he responds immediately, returning the kiss. Natasha is soon ready for more than the heated make out session and literally rips Clint's shirt off. Clint breaks the kiss and whispers, "Damn, Nat." He pulls her shirt over her head and she started giving commands.

"Lay down." He complied and she kissed him again, then shifted so she was over him and moved her kisses to his neck from his chest to his sculpted abs and down his "V" line, multitasking by taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

She reached his pants and pulled them down with his boxers in one swift motion, releasing his hard cock. She makes eye contact with him and grins slightly before she licks the underside of his member until she reaches the tip and puts him all in her mouth, earning a loud moan from Clint. She hollowed out her cheeks and licked him, trying to sense all of him in this moment right now.

"Fuck, Tash." He gasped and put his wrapped his hands in her hair. "Nat..." He moaned her name as he came in her mouth and she swallowed, making him even more turned on.

Clint waits for both of their breathing and finally takes control, getting on top of her. "Your turn." He whispers in her ear before sucking on her sweet spot below her jaw, definitely leaving marks. A hand makes it's way down her stomach and past her yoga pants, the other unhooking her bra. Once he's in her pants, he pushes her panties to the side and wastes no time, putting a finger in her, rubbing her clit with his thumb then adding another. When she screams his name, he adds a third and moves his finger in a gentle swirling pattern, pushing her over the edge.

"Fuck, Clint." She moans as she lays her head back and he takes the opportunity to pull her yoga pants and panties off. He smiles,kissing her on the mouth and brings his head down to her center. Natasha whimpers in anticipation as she waits for what he's going to do. The second his tongue touches her sensitive core, she cries out his name with a few obscenities. Natasha puts her hands in Clint's hair and he takes the notion to mean "more" so he gives her just that. He slowly stuck his tongue in her and moved it around, building her up.

"God dammit, Clint, I want you now." She whimpered while still riding out her high.

Clint heard her desperation and came up to leave more marks on her neck and positioned himself over her, finally entering her. She let out the most lust filled word she said all night and it just happened to be his name, earning a kiss. He kept a slow pace and Natasha almost couldn't handle it.

"Faster, Clint." Her request was accepted and he sped up. "Fuck," she breathed, "don't stop."

They were a moaning mess. Clint thrust into her and they could both feel that Natasha was close to coming. With one final thrust, Natasha came. Clint followed closely behind, both crazy for each other. When Clint slowly pulled out, Natasha gasped at the loss of contact. Clint relaxed on the couch and pulled her closer to him so she would wrap her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. A few minutes of heavy breathing and cuddling later, Natasha spoke up.

"I think I know what the alien stuff did."

After a long silence, she began to doze off exhausted and curled up closer to him so he just grabbed the blanket she had been using before and put it over their still bare bodies. He started stroking her hair softly and she felt sleep coming.

"Hey, Nat?" He asked wearily.

"Hmm?" She responded lazily.

"Do you regret it, Nat? Did you only do it because of the injection?"

"Of course not, Clint." Natasha tilts her head up so her eyes meet his. "Can't you see?"

"See what?" He asked, confused. She put her head back down on his chest and whispered seven words neither of them expected her to say.

"I'm kind of... in love with you."

"Tasha." Clint whispered back.

"What?"

"I'm completely in love with you." Clint said and kissed the top of her head. "Sleep, Tash."

Natasha fell asleep in Clint's arms like the way they had both dreamed of for years.

Notes

SOOO here it is. Yeah yeah, 4 hours late, I'm sorry, I made a whole bunch of Christmas themed sugar cookies with frosting and it was a huge delicious mess.

So yeah, I edited it like 5 times until I got sick of reading it so sorry for any mistakes.

Please tell me if this is decent writing or not because I mean I'm kinda feeling confident but not really, I don't know.
ANYWHO, see y'all in 100ish reads. okaythanksbye <3
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