985. want your loving

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The Random (Porn) Scenario Meme 2.0
The Rules
1. Character A: Post to the meme and wait for replies. Name|Series|Prefs
2. Character B: Go to the RNG and roll some numbers. Type first, and then go to that category and roll again.
3. Multiple Lady Gaga/Ke$ha references go here.

Note: If someone is uncomfortable and tells you to back off, please do so. If

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[redinmyledger]

They were supposed to be setting up a camp to maintain their position. They got halfway through setting up the tent before Natasha crawled into Clint's lap and started kissing him like her life depended on it.

[genuinepleasure]

People liked to think that Clint was the horny teenager, but that just wasn't the case right here. He was fully committed to this mission. They had to set up a camp in order to get through this op and she was distracting him with the twins. Coulson was going to hear all about this in the debriefing. He didn't care if Natasha blushed or threatened him in Russian. He wanted evidence of this moment.

He slid an arm around her and put down the laptop with the other. The tent was stable, but they had gear to get up and running. Apparently she had other ideas. He let out a groan and pulled back to look at her. "Camping get you horny?"

[redinmyledger]

Natasha had her moments and she knew it. It was just easier to let the entire organisation assume that Clint was the deviant. She hummed into the kiss before breaking it only to dip her head and start working on his neck and throat as her hands slipped up under his jacket.

Yes, they had work to do. Surely it could wait a few minutes while they had a quickie? She wasn't asking for marathon sex. She wasn't asking for him to spend the whole night answering to her every need. And really, he should be thankful for that. She wanted quick and rough and the thrill of being caught in a public place. "No, the fresh air and your ass in those jeans."

[genuinepleasure]

For the record he is not Natasha's bitch boy who attends to her every need. He's just very attentive. She may or not manipulate him with the use of her fantastic breasts and the fear that she'll do something violent. To tell the truth? Clint actually did kind of like it. He was pretty easy going and Natasha knowing what she wanted to did help in a lot of situations. Especially right now because she was doing wonders to his neck.

Clint let out a slightly frustrated growl. She knew just how to rope him in. Compliment his ass and he was game. "My ass always looks great." He lifted his arms up quickly and pulled his own jacket off roughly. He hated losing to her. She always knew how to break him. "You're on top. I carried half this gear up here." He was a little sore.

[redinmyledger]

Natasha's smile almost looked like she was a kid and he was telling her Santa was bringing extra gifts this year. She nodded quickly and got out of her own jacket before she pulled off her top and the camisole underneath. Her bra was doing a hell of a job of pushing the twins up to almost suffocating levels but she left that on before standing up to lose her boots and pants only to fall back into his lap.

Deft fingers quickly worked on his fly before she let out a quiet sigh at feeling his cock under her palm. She rubbed it as her hips rolled and her mouth found his neck again. "It really, really does. I want to lick it."

[genuinepleasure]

She was always the quick one among the two of them. He watched in fascination as she ditched her clothing fairly quick. She wasn't wrong about quick and dirty. She was out of most of her clothes before he could even get his t-shirt off his body. She was back on his lap and working on his pants for him. That was very nice of her. He would have to tell her thank you once she was finished jumping his bones.

Oh hello there. She found his cock rather quickly and all Clint could do was let out a groan. "You wanna lick a lot of things, babe." He leaned his head back and shut his eyes. He rested one hand on her bare thigh and the other went to rest on her lower back.

[redinmyledger]

"Yes, I really do. Every inch of you is extremely lickable." And just to prove a point she licked the side of his face before dipping her head to nibble at his collarbone.

She continued to work him, her skilled hand knowing just what to do to get him hard. She was never in the habit of wasting time when she didn't need to. Natasha rose up as she kissed him again, tongue sliding against Clint's.

[genuinepleasure]

She was kind of scary good at a quick fuck. There had been multiple times when they were huddled in some shit outpost and Natasha had made good use of the solitude. She was very flexible and with Clint's past in the circus as an acrobat he could twist as well. No one should ever enter either of their quarters knowing full well they are in there together. They will get an eyeful of crazy bending proportions.

She found Clint's lips again and he moaned loudly into her mouth. She did know what she was doing here. Clint lifted a hand up to thread his fingers into her hair. He lay back with his head rested on a rolled up sleeping bag and pulled her with him.

[redinmyledger]

The two of them together was a mind-bending combination given both their flexibility. Working their way through the Karma Sutra was a vacation well spent for them.

She went with him, moaning back in response as she wriggled against his thigh all impatient now that she could feel him hardening in her hand. She really did want him. She wanted to feel him inside her and for those quick few minutes just lose herself to Clint.

[genuinepleasure]

His cramped nest had served as their rendezvous spot more than once. It was never a bit area, but they always always made it work. There was never a time when they didn't have fun. When they got started then they were both determined to get off.

Clint pulled back away from her lips and bumped her nose with his. "Foreplay isn't exactly needed here, sweetheart. It's cutting into the good part. We got an op to set up in fifteen. I mean you squeeze my balls all day, but still got a job to do, Tasha."

[redinmyledger]

"Just making sure you're not about to limp out on me," Natasha murmured against his lips before she managed to push her panties to the side and guided them inside her.

She exhaled a ragged breath before moaning as her head dropped to his shoulder and then as soon as he was all the way in she started to move her hips and set the rhythm.

[genuinepleasure]

"Go limp? Me? You must be thinking of Stark 'cause I don't have a clue what you're even talking about." Clint prided himself on being able to get it up in most situations. If he took the time to watch Natasha during one of her take downs then he walked out of there with a raging hard-on. The woman was spectacular with her legs. It was difficult not to get hard.

Lift off. She took everything into her own hands and slid him into her. Clint let out a strangled groan. Couldn't be too careful on noise. "Tasha--" He tilted his head backward to dig into the sleeping bag. His hips lifted up to meet hers.

[redinmyledger]

That's what she liked about him. He knew how to appreciate her. Knew how to make her feel desired even when she was taking out the enemy. It's why finding the time in his nest, in the jet, in the showers, in their quarters... anywhere was so important. They both had a healthy sexual appetite but as soon as they'd given into a mutual attraction there was no stopping it.

She pushed up, hands braced on his shoulders as she rode him. Her muscles clenched each time she lifted up and the sound of her hips slapping against his soon filled their ears and became mingled with her quiet moans. "Clint... bozhe moi..."

[genuinepleasure]

It was hard not to appreciate her. The woman owned a catsuit. When Clint wasn't busy in his nest or on a solo assignment you could bet your ass that he was with Natasha. Even when they weren't sleeping together they spent a great deal of time together. They were best friends. They knew things about each other that they didn't plan to disclose to anyone else. It was a big thing.

Clint reached out and put his hands on her hips roughly. He smiled at the use of her Russian. "Nah, babe." He grunted and thrust upwards quickly. "Not God. Just Clint." His fingers dug into her hips.

[redinmyledger]

Which only made the secret rendezvous all the more interesting. She liked spending her time with Clint though. Liked that no matter what they could always talk. Or just not talk. Sometimes it was nice just to sit there and be quiet with him as she cleaned her guns and he worked on his arrows.

The Russian continued, Natasha's skin becoming flushed as she described all the wonderful and naughty things she would do to him when they did have the time. It was punctuated by moans of his name as the pace increased.

[genuinepleasure]

Often it was Natasha who could convince Clint to get out of his nest for longer than a few minutes. She was the one that convinced him to come to the actual briefings instead of just requesting the folders. He hated meetings. They were boring and Fury told him to cut it out with the paper footballs. It was apparently not professional when he flicked one between Natasha's cleavage and yelled score.

Her Russian always got Clint feeling a little hot around the collar. He wasn't entirely sure, but she made it sexy. It wasn't always a pretty language, but she was pretty good at making him squirm from it. One hand broke away from her hips and slid up her stomach to yank her bra down. He twisted a nipple roughly between his fingers.