Highschool (Teen/Adult)

"Fine by me." She returns and winks.

He mumbles a couple things and pull her closer.

"Yeah?" Clint smirks. "I guess sleeping here would be no problem then." He rose his eyebrow.

Natasha smiles, gently kissing him neck.

"Not at all." She smirks. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to change. I'm going to leave the door unlocked, only because I trust you wont open it." She says, going to her bathroom to change.

He shifts slightly.

"Are you sure you can trust me?" Clint chuckles, but he wouldn't peak in. Not without her permission. He took the time alone to undress, keeping his boxers on.

Natasha smiles lightly, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm pretty sure I can." She calls from the bathroom, soon coming out in a long tee shirt with just her underwear underneath.

He holds her tightly.

Clint stood awkwardly, a rather noticeable bulge in his underwear which proved he wasn't exactly small.

Natasha smiles, drawing invisible patterns on his chest.

"Come here.@ she motions for him to come over to her.

He snores, staying still.

Clint walks to her, his biceps were quite large, and he had the outline of a 6 pack. His stormy grey eyes watch her.

Natasha rests her hand flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"You've got a little something, right.." she trails off, kissing him slowly. "There."

He begins to slowly stir.

Clint kisses her back almost instantly, his eyes closing. If she wasn't the one to kiss him, he sure as hell would of kissed her.

Natasha closes her eyes, feeling his heart beat against her hand.

She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He yawns as he slowly wakes up.

Clint pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, his slowly hardening shaft pressing against her thigh.

Natasha looks up to him when he woke up, smiling. "Hey." She whispers.

She tips her head back and lets out a soft moan, shutting her eyes.

He smiles down at her. "Hey."

Clint kisses her neck, playfully nipping there also.

"Good sleep?" Natasha smiles.

She whimpers when he bites down on her sweetspot. "C-...Clint..." she moans.

He nods and smiles, kissing her head.

Clint hums against her neck. "You like that?" He murmurs, nibbling at her neck again.

Natasha smiles, quickly kissing his lips with a grin.

"Y-yeah,." She mumbles, biting her lip.

He kisses back.

Clint ran his tongue at her collarbone, kissing near her chest. His hands sliding slowly up her shirt, but he would stop if she was uncomfortable.

Natasha smiles, her hands travelling down to his shaft.

she whimpers, almost desperately. 

He bites his lip, watching her.

Clint palms her breasts, still kissing her neck. He pinches her nipples gently, before removing her shirt. He kisses, nips and sucks at one breast as he massages the other, often swapping to give the other equal treatment.

Natasha sits up slightly, the sheet pooling at her waist, showing off her large breasts. She leans towards him as her hands pump at his length. "Sit up." She whispers.

She moans a bit louder, arching her back and moaning his name.

He nods,  sitting up against the headboard.

Clint slid his hands to her underwear, pulling them down. Though his mouth was still at her chest.

Natasha smiles, pumping her hand on him for a small while before taking the tip of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head. Her breaths brushing against his thighs.

She moans, her hands tangled in his hair, she tips her head back against the wall, which was the only thing keeping her upright.

He moans, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Clint leads her to the bed, rubbing his fingers against her heat, slowly laying her back.

Natasha's head bobs up and down, soon taking all of him in her mouth, giving his 'friends' underneath a little attention also.

She moans and grips the sheets.

He moans, tilting his head back.