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Lacy here and as promised so is the wedding night smut! Nothing really else to add so read on and have fun!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly.
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Natasha looked around the spacious hotel room she and Clint were spending their first night in. Normally they picked small, quiet, out of the way places, even when not working but Clint had quieted Natasha's protests saying it was their honeymoon and they were allowed a little luxury.
"Alright," Clint shut the room door and removed his shoes and jacket. "we are all alone until we're ready to leave."
Natasha turned from the window and smiled. "And when will that be, exactly?"
Clint wrapped his arms around her waist and shrugged. "Oh I say around the time I decide to let you out of bed." he smirked. "Or that we need a new bed."
Natasha laughed. "That was one time, you jerk, and it was your fault."
Clint laughed. "Yeah, okay I'll take blame for that." he just looked at Natasha for a long moment. "Can you believe we're here? Really here after everything?"
Natasha looked around the room before nodding as she looked back at Clint. "Yeah, I can." she ran a hand through Clint's hair. "Love you,"
Clint rested their foreheads together. "Love you too,"
Their lips met without conscious thought from either. Each angled their head perfectly and sighed as they sank into each other. Clint's hands slid up Natasha's back, pushing their bodies closer together as Natasha tangled her own hands in Clint's hair, gripping it gently as she helped Clint bring her closer.
Clint's fingers found the top of the lace that held Natasha's dress closed and started playing with the ends, tugging gently.
Natasha pulled back, smiling as Clint tried to follow. "If you want me out of my dress, Barton, you know you don't have to ask."
Clint chuckled. "Thought, being our wedding night, I'd be polite."
Natasha closed the gap again, hovering over his lips. "Very gentlemanly of you. You have my permission. All night."
Clint shut his eyes. "Good to hear." He gripped the lace ribbons and tugged harder, feeling the delicate bow coming undone. He felt the bodice of the dress loosen and slid his hands up to the silk that held the dress up in bows of their own on Natasha's shoulders. Repeating the process, he tugged and broke their kiss to watch her dress slid to the ground. Pale mauve lingerie cover the intimate parts of Natasha's body as she looked up at him through half lidded eyes, lust giving a smokey look to her brown irises.
"Gorgeous," Clint whispered, placing a kiss on Natasha's bare shoulder, his arms snaking around her again as he moved along her collar bone and throat.
Natasha let her head fall back, sighing softly and gasping gently at the touch and feeling of Clint's mouth. She fists his open collar before sliding her fingers down, slowly popping each button from its hole, tracing her fingers over each new inch of exposed skin.
She reached the bottom of the shirt, tugging it from Clint's pants and moved her hands back to his shoulders to push the material away and to the floor with her dress. Clint took his arms away from Natasha long enough to allow this but before he could hold her again, she dropped to her knees in front of him and started work on his belt buckle.
Clint watched his gorgeous wife kneeling in the pool of fabric that was her dress, slowly removing the belt from its loops. He watched her get irritated with her heels and paused briefly to kick them off before raising up on her knees, her fingers sliding into his waist band and looking up at him.
"Let's take this to the bed." Clint said softly, reaching down to pull Natasha to her feet. "I want this to be perfect."
Natasha smiled. "It already is."
Wordlessly, the two moved back to the bed and Clint let Natasha lay down first before climbing on after her, his body resting just to the side of hers, his elbow holding him up as he watched her.
Natasha leaned up to capture Clint's lips again, the hand she brought up to rest on his chest applying pressure of push him down on his back so she could straddle his body. Her hands steadied her on his chest as they watched each other, waiting for the other to make the next move.
Natasha never broke eye contact as she slid her hand down, playing idly with the button and zipper of Clint's pants. She watched his eyes slid shut as her other hand moved over the bulge that was tenting just in front of Natasha's center.
"Tasha," Clint groaned as his hips jerked up when Natasha cupped his erection through the fabric, starting a slow, almost painful pace.
Natasha leaned down and kissed just above his belly button. "Relax,"
She pushed the button through its hole and slowly pulled the zipper down. Clint still had enough of his mind to lift his hips so Natasha could remove his pants and boxers. He gave a light shiver as the cool air of the room washed over his bare skin only to be replaced by Natasha's hot mouth as she placed open mouthed kisses along his inner thighs, climbing higher with each one.
Clint fought the urge to arch his body closer to Natasha as she teasingly kissed around his hard on, brushing it with her nose at each pass. Before he could plead for her to put him out of his misery, her lips closed around him, her tongue daring out to taste the tip as pre-cum dripped from it. Clint's eyes popped open as Natasha quickly took him all the way in, flexing her throat muscles to milk him.
"God, Tasha," Clint breathed as he fisted his hand in her hair, lifting his hips in time with her running her lips over him.
One of her hands came up to cup Clint's balls, rolling and massaging them as she worked her mouth up and down his length.
Clint panted as he felt himself slipping. If he didn't stop her soon, the night would be over before it started. Reaching down with both hands, he coaxed Natasha away from his penis and up onto his chest.
"You are very skilled with that mouth of yours," Clint said, kissing her quickly, tasting himself on her lips.
Natasha returned the kiss. "Glad you approve."
Clint laughed. "Oh I more then approve, babe. Now," he quickly flipped them so he was on top. "time to return the favor." he locked their lips together in a brief but passionate kiss before moving down along her chin and jaw, slowly moving to the soft skin of Natasha's neck and down to the valley of her breasts.
Natasha sighed, pressing her head back into the mattress as Clint's lips closed over her right nipple through the thin silk of her bra. As he teased, rolled and bit her nipple, Natasha shifted her legs, trying to relieve the throbbing at her core as the spring inside her tightened further.
"Impatient," Clint murmured around her nipple. "What was it you said to me?" he glanced up. "Relax."
Natasha blew out a breath but tried to do as he said. Being passive during their love making wasn't her thing but she knew when Clint wanted to be the one in control and used all her strength to give him that.
Clint smiled as he felt the tension in Natasha's body. He knew she hated not doing something during times like this but he was grateful that she let him have his time.
Sliding a hand up over Natasha's stomach, Clint easily found the front closure of Natasha's bra and popped it open. He watched as her heavy breathing shook her breasts free from their silk confines. Nudging his nose against one of her nipples, he used one arm to pull Natasha off the bed and the other to remove her bra completely. Thankfully it was strapless and fell away easily.
"You're still overdressed," Clint breathed against Natasha's lips as he lowered her back to the bed.
Natasha sighed, arching her back, loving the feeling of her breasts against Clint's chest. "Better get on that then,"
Clint smiled before capturing Natasha's lips once more. With his mouth occupied, Clint moved his hands down Natasha's torso, tracing her ribs absently before reaching the waist band of her panties. Feeling Natasha lift her hips, Clint pulled the fabric down as far as he could reach without breaking the kiss, feeling Natasha wiggle as she removed her underwear the rest of the way.
"No more play," Natasha gasped for breath. "love me, Clint."
Never able to refuse Natasha, especially in bed, Clint lined his hard erection up with Natasha's wet, dripping opening and pushed in, slowly, torturing them both.
Natasha gripped the back of Clint's neck, digging her nails into his flesh, neither caring about the marks that would be there in the morning.
"You feel so good, Tasha," Clint exhaled in her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth. "So good,"
Natasha felt herself get even wetter at Clint's words. "Clint, please,"
Knowing she was ready, Clint rested his weight on his forearms and started thrusting, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in, burying himself to the hilt, hitting Natasha in exactly the right spot to have her shaking within minutes.
"I won't last long," Clint panted. "but I promise,"
Natasha nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "I know,"
It didn't take long before both could feel the end coming. Their foreplay had pushed them further to the edge then ever before and within a short few minutes, they were crashing over the edge, calling each others names with hoarse cries of pleasure.
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Clint shifted carefully, laying with his chest pressed against Natasha's back, his right arm over her waist, his left tucked under her head as a pillow. The faint light of day came through the window, shining a stream of light on their left wrists, where they lay side by side. Just over a month old, their tattoos were shining in the early morning light. Natasha had her engagement ring and wedding band with Clint's initials while Clint had his wedding band and Natasha's initials. While both were currently wearing the actual rings, the marks on their bodies would always be with them when the physical couldn't.
Running his thumb over Natasha's tattoo, Clint pressed his lips to her shoulder blade and let his eyes drift shut.
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I do have a habit of making the ending scenes from Clint's point of view. Strangely, he's easier for me to write then Natasha. Don't know why. Either way, there's your smut. Took forever but that's cause I kept trying to write it more romantic then I see being realistic for these two. But I worked passed it and I think we're all good! Let me know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading!
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