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Room for One More - Ironhawk x Reader

Ironhawk x Reader

synopsis: Your date doesn't go as planned and you couldn't be happier.

warnings/notes: @metalheadnerdgirl requested Ironhawk with Idiots in Love/Mutual Pining for my One Big Bash. Angst if you squint. Otherwise just fluff. Can be read as a prequel to In That Moment. Enjoy!

wc: 1.8k

Tony sipped at his coffee while he studied the gauntlet he’d been working on most of the day. His phone buzzed on the table beside him and he glanced over, frowning when Clint’s picture filled his screen. Normally, he’d just come find Tony if he needed him. Tony thumbed the notification to find a text, his lips pursing as he read it.

Birdie❤️: You need to come to the common floor. Now. We have a problem.

He only hesitated a moment before leaving the lab despite his confusion. Why hadn’t his boyfriend just asked Jarvis to summon him? This was all very strange. But it was Clint so he supposed some allowances could be made for oddities.

When he found the other man, he was standing in the kitchen, a mug of coffee in his hand and an agitated expression on his face. “What—”

Clint shook his head sharply and shot Tony a glare to shut him up.

Okay.

Tony moved to his side and stood beside him. Clint lifted his chin in a gesture that said over there without him uttering a word. Tony followed his gaze.

You were on the couch with Natasha, laughing at something she’d said, your head tipped back and one hand pressed to your chest. The sight of it had him smiling as your laughter normally did. But then his gaze traced the line of you as he realized what you were wearing.

A dress in your favorite color, fitted in all the right places. It was subtle but caught his attention all the same. You clearly had plans. His mind raced as he tried to remember if there was anything on the schedule.

Clint lifted his mug to hide his mouth “She has a date,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Tony sucked in a sharp breath. What? Surely, he hadn’t heard that correctly. There was no way you had a date. It wasn’t possible.

Not because you couldn’t get one. No, they knew better than anyone how stunning you were. How sweet. But you were theirs.

Okay, so maybe they hadn’t asked you to be theirs, or even mentioned they liked you that way, but still. It was understood. At least he had thought it was. Apparently, you’d missed the memo.

Clint set his mug on the counter in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest. His jaw tightened, a muscle working beneath the stubble. They watched you talk to Natasha, your hands moving as you spoke. Something about the way you looked in that moment had Tony feeling rather hollow.

You turned and caught sight of them standing behind the kitchen island and your face lit with a smile. “Hey, I didn’t realize you two were here.”

They straightened at the same time, Tony crossing his arms to unconsciously mirror Clint’s posture. They stepped around the island, moving into the living room to close the distance between you. Tony got there first.

“You look incredible,” he stated then wanted to smack himself for his lack of originality. Really, incredible? He couldn’t do better than that?

“You really do,” Clint said as he held your gaze. The words were weighted, as if to say far more than they actually did.

Natasha’s gaze moved between the three of you slowly. One eyebrow lifted then settled back into place.

“Thanks,” you said, a shy smile curving your lips. “I should…I have to finish getting ready.”

“Have fun,” Natasha said, her voice teasing.

You nodded, gave her the flash of a smile and then you were gone, the sound of your footsteps fading down the hall toward the elevator.

The moment the doors slid shut, Natasha turned to face them, the corner of her lips kicking up into a smirk as she stood. “Sterling. Eight o’clock reservation.”

Tony looked at Clint. Clint looked at Tony.

A full second of silence stretched between them then they both moved at once.

You’d been to Sterling once before. Everything was dark wood, cream linens and dim lighting. The food was good, but it really wasn’t your sort of place. Too formal, too quiet. Just too much, truth be told. Tony and Clint had brought you here for your birthday and you’d left halfway through the meal to get a greasy burger at a diner a few blocks away.

You sighed at the thought of the two men. You’d rather be anywhere with them than here right now. And that was precisely the problem. You were hopelessly in love with two men who were in love with each other. They loved you too, you knew they did. Just not the way you needed them to.

After you’d caught yourself daydreaming about what ifs one too many times, you decided you needed to do something about it. So, you’d joined a dating app for the ‘rich and famous’. You couldn’t exactly join Tinder when you were an Avenger. Well, you could, but that would be kind of stupid. Much better to join a service that carefully vetted its members.

You were the first to arrive at the restaurant, five minutes early. The host showed you to the table and a server appeared moments later. You ordered a glass of wine to sip while you waited. After deciding what you wanted, you set the menu aside and surveyed the room around you.

Quiet conversation hummed through the air, the clink of cutlery against fine china. Couples filled the tables, with an occasional group sprinkled throughout. God, you really hated this place. But Josh had informed you where you would be dining and you hadn’t argued.

You blinked at that thought. What the fuck was wrong with you? Stupid question. You knew the answer. Tony Stark and Clint Barton, certified menaces.

The minutes ticked by. Five. Ten. Fifteen.

You glanced at your phone. Nothing.

Ten more minutes passed and your server informed you that you’d need to leave if you didn’t order soon. Embarrassment flooded through you as you nodded. “Give me just a moment, please.”

His smile was tight. “Of course, ma’am.”

You pulled out your phone again and pulled up the app to message Josh. Instead, you found yourself blocked.

What. The. Fuck? He couldn’t even send you a message to cancel? Asshole.

You glanced at the still half full glass of wine you’d been nursing for the past half hour, wishing you’d ordered something stronger. You signaled for the server and placed your order. Your date may have bailed but you were starving and weren’t really in the mood to go anywhere else.

“She’ll be at our table and on our ticket,” a voice interrupted as you finished.

You turned in surprise to find Clint smiling at you. Your gaze flicked over the length of him. It was rare to see him in a suit, but he wore them so well.

“Is that alright with you?” the server asked and you nodded absently in answer.

Clint reached past you to grab your wine glass and held out a hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Tony’s waiting.”

Your hand slipped into his without thought and you allowed him to lead you to a table tucked in the corner. Tony stood to greet you, kissing your cheek and pulling out your chair. Once you were settled, you looked between the two of them. “What are you doing here?”

“Having dinner,” Tony answered automatically.

You shot him a narrowed eyed gaze, shifting it to Clint and back again. “No. I want to know the real reason you’re here.”

Clint pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair. “Nat told us where your date was. Well, where it was supposed to be.”

“That doesn’t answer the question, Barton.”

He sighed and looked at Tony who straightened in his seat and cleared his throat. “We should have said something months ago.”

Clint’s fingers traced an absent pattern on the tablecloth. When he spoke his words were slow, measured. Careful. “We were worried about making things strange, or losing you entirely if we got it wrong.”

Your eyes moved between the two men trying to decipher what they were saying. Tony turned the glass in his hand, watching the amber liquid swirl. You reached over and snatched it from his hand, downing half of it in one swallow. He blinked in surprise, then his lips curled up in a smile as he laughed.

“I love you.” The words were light, full of mirth. Nothing he hadn’t said to you before in relaxed moments. His laughter faded and his gaze studied your face. “I am in love with you. So is Clint.”

Everything seemed to pause for just one moment. “I…what?” you finally managed to stutter out.

Clint nodded once in confirmation as Tony continued. “We’d rather risk this conversation, risk you walking away and wanting nothing to do with us than watch you sit alone at a table waiting for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

The silence that followed had weight as they waited for your response. Your hand tightened around Tony’s glass as you searched for any sign that this was some cruel joke.

“I’ve been trying to get over you,” you finally admitted, your words so quiet, both men leaned forward to catch them. “Both of you. For months. You had each other. I assumed there was no room for me.”

They went completely still, their gazes running over you as you’d just done to them. It had the corner of your lips curling up in a smile.

Tony reached out and plucked his glass from your hand and set it on the table. Then he laced his fingers with yours and pulled your hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

“There’s always been room for you,” Clint said. “Just took us a while to let you know.”

The server appeared with your food, setting your plate in front of you. The interruption gave you a moment to collect yourself, to process what was happening. When he left, you looked at the food, suddenly not hungry. You finally looked up to meet Tony’s gaze. “What happens now?”

He glanced at Clint before turning back to you. “That’s up to you. We’ve laid our cards on the table.”

“There’s no pressure here. If you need time to think, we understand. And if the answer is no, we still want to be your friends. You’re too important for us to lose you,” Clint added.

Time. The thing you’d already wasted months of apparently.

“I don’t need time. I’ve wanted this for so long I thought I was going insane.” Your voice was steadier than you’d anticipated.

Tony’s smile was immediate, lighting up his entire face. Clint’s expression softened and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

Tony lifted a brow as he looked at your plate. “So, should we blow this place and go somewhere less stuffy? More greasy diner perhaps?”

You laughed. “God, yes. I hate this place.”

Clint grinned. “Noted. No more fancy restaurants for dates.”

“Dates.” The word felt right on your tongue. Perfect even.

Maybe being stood up wasn’t such a disaster after all.

Marvel Masterlist

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ I’d like to be pregnant

“I would love to at least try to get pregnant.  Are you sure you’ll be okay with not knowing which of you it is?  I don’t want jealousy over that being the reason we break up,” you say.

“Whoever you have the baby with, it will be both our baby,” Tony assures you.  “I just really love the idea of experiencing the pregnancy.  You know - ultrasounds, feeling them kick - all that kind of thing.”

“I want to do the trying bit,” Clint teases.

“I need to get my birth control taken out,” you say.   “Maybe a check-up - make sure everything is working?”

“Well, we can practice until then,” Clint says.  “Right?”

You book in to see your doctor about taking out your birth control straight away.  You’re told it can take between three and eight months after you have the implant taken out to get pregnant, so for three months, the three of you have to try and relax and tell yourselves not to expect a positive pregnancy test immediately after you have sex.

To help keep yourselves in the mindset, you just call all sex; practice.  Even if it’s the kind of sex that had absolutely no way of making a baby.  In those instances, one of you always jokes that you definitely need to keep practicing because of how bad you are at it.

It helps keep things light and saves any kind of a disappointment because you aren’t pregnant yet.

When the three months are up, something shifts in the three of you.  That night there’s almost apprehension about what may happen.  You take off your clothes and turn away from them like you’re shy about them seeing you.  Clint comes up behind you and kisses your neck.  “What are you doing?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say.  “Tonight just feels important.”

He tilts your head back to look at him.  “It’s not practicing anymore.  We’re actually trying.”

You take a breath and kiss him, your tongue flicking out to meet his.  You turn in his arms and he starts backing up to the bed, pulling you along with him as he sheds his clothes.  Tony comes up behind you, already naked.  He kisses your neck and you break the kiss with Clint and lean back to kiss Tony.

Tony kissed you hungrily.  One of his hands goes to your breast while the other presses between your legs and toys with your clit.

You moan and rut against his hand as Clint sits down in front of you.  You move forward, straddling Clint’s lap.  The archer’s calloused hands run up your side and he leans forward and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth.  You moan and sit, in his lap, your hands tangling in his hair as you let your head fall back against Tony’s chest.

Your skin prickles like there’s an electric current running just under the surface.  You rolled your hips so Clint’s shaft slides up and down the lips of your pussy.  Your slick coats his shaft and he groans into your skin.

“Fuck,” you gasp.  “I want you both.  I want both of you to come inside me.”

  Tony pulls away and grabs the lube as you push Clint onto his back.  Clint wraps his hand around his cock and taps it on your clit twice before guiding it into your sopping cunt.

You moan, arching your back as you push down on his cock more.  Tony moves up behind you and starts rubbing lube along the place where you and Clint are joined.  His finger pushes inside you.  You mewl at the stretch and clench around them both.  They both still as you adjust and Clint pulls you down into a kiss.

Tony keeps moving his finger in and out of you and adds another as Clint continues to kiss you and moves his hips in shallow thrusts.  You break the kiss with Clint and throw your head back with a loud moan.  “Please, Tony,” you beg.  “Please, just fuck me.”

He takes his fingers away and lubes up his cock.  There is a burn at your entrance as he presses the head against Clint’s shaft and starts to penetrate you.  You mewl and grit your teeth and he slowly eases in.

When he’s in as deep as he can go and you feel completely stretched and full, both men start to thrust.  Heat blooms in your core and spreads out through you like treacle.  Your edges feel soft and you have trouble keeping your eyes open.  Tony’s hand pushes into your hair and he pulls it, as one of Clint’s hands slips between your body and he starts to rub your clit.  It’s too much, your body seizes up all at once as your orgasm tears through you and you cry out.

“Fuck,” Tony grunts. “Gonna break our dicks.”

Clint laughs breathlessly and even as your body shudders with your orgasm you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up inside you.  They keep fucking you, their hips snapping in tandem.  Their thrusts become erratic and their moans become louder.  You feel another orgasm building and when Clint pinches your clit, it crashes down on you again.  The clenching of your cunt pulls Clint over with you and he thrusts up hard as he releases inside you.  You moan and let your head fall onto his shoulder, squeezing your cunt like you’re trying to milk them both.  “Come, Tony.  I want it.  I want both of you mixing inside me.”

“Yeah, baby.  Gonna get you pregnant,” Tony growls.

That sends you over again, your body shudders as it washes over you and brings Tony along with it, his come mixing with Clint’s.

They hold themselves inside you until their cocks still and then carefully slip out of you and collapse on the bed beside you.  You curl up in a little pile and they both put their hands on your stomach.

“It won’t have happened yet,” you giggle.

“We know,” Clint says.

“But we’ve started trying,” Tony adds.  “And that’s enough for now.”

It takes another few months to get pregnant.  In the first month, everyone is relaxed about it, but by the third, Tony is freaking out.  When you finally get that positive line on a pregnancy test the three of you are delighted.

Tony becomes ultra protective of you, researching all the do’s and don’t of pregnancy.  If you even thought about touching a piece of brie he’d start freaking out.  Clint, on the other hand, is super excited.  He can’t help telling everyone he came in contact with the new news about the pregnancy.  If he went out alone for any reason - even the one time he went out on a mission - he always came home with a present for you and something for the baby.

Each new thing you learned about the life growing inside you, makes you feel more connected to it.  At twenty weeks you find out you’re having a girl.  At thirty weeks the team throws you a huge baby shower.  It’s exciting and yet at the same time, you feel as normal as you’ve felt since you’ve gone down this path with Clint and Tony.  The press hasn’t caught wind of any of it, so it’s just the three of you, making your lives feel so completely normal, despite the fact they aren’t normal at all.

You wake up early a few days before the due date with a wet patch on the bed and leaking fluid.

“Tony,” you say as you shake Clint awake.  Clint sits up suddenly in a defensive position and looks around confused.

“What’s going on?” Tony asks as Clint seems to relax and goes to grab his hearing aids.

“Either I just wet the bed or my water broke,” you said.

“You’re water broke?” Clint says, jumping out of bed.  “What?  We gotta go!”

“Just chill would you?” you say.  “I’ll call the hospital and find out what to do, can you change the sheets?”

A call to the hospital and a shower later you are back in bed while Clint and Tony continue to freak out.  You’re told to stay put until your labor starts but to call back in six hours if it hasn’t.

What follows is a day of sitting around trying to rest as much as you can while absolutely nothing happens, and then four extremely painful hours where your labor progresses so quickly that by the time you make it to the hospital there isn’t even time to consider drugs before you have to push.

Thirty minutes later your daughter is in your arms and two men look so in love beside you gazing down at her.

“Look at that little bean,” Clint whispers.  “She’s perfect.”

“You did it, honey,” Tony says.  “I’m so proud of you.”

You’re exhausted and elated and so in love and ready to start the next chapter of your life to start with your family.

~ END ~

[avengerscompound]

Seeing Your Ex Happy

Seeing Your Ex Happy: An IronHawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Square: @clintbartonbingo​ G2 Pepper Potts

Rating:  M

Warning:  Angsty, hurt/comfort, language, mentions of sex.

Word Count:  1791

Pairing:  Clint Barton x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Summary:  Pepper walks in on you, Tony, and Clint together after her and Tony’s break-up.  She doesn’t take it very well, and you and Clint try and mend some fences.

A/N: No character or ship hate in this fic.  Just a world where Tony and Pepper broke up, that’s all.

Seeing Your Ex Happy

Tony had kept saying he had to go to work.  It was imperative he goes in today.  There was absolutely no way he could miss work today.  It was important.  Serious things were at stake.

You objectively knew that to be true.  Things had been a mess, to put it mildly.  The breakup he’d had with Pepper had been tough.  Not that you’d seen that part.  You’d gotten to him by the time it had reached dumpster-fire proportions.

It wasn’t that anyone was to blame.  You knew first hand what it was like dating a superhero.  You were dating two after all.  Seeing the person you love - someone who was just as fragile and human as you - go out and risk their lives again and again and again - was tough.  In the end, Tony had broken his promise to stop one too many times for Pepper to handle and she’d left.

People grow apart.  It happens.  No one was to blame.  Still, it had been painful and Tony wore his pain like a festering open wound.  It had been difficult because Pepper still ran his company.  So that time you need apart to heal just never came.  They kept lashing out at each other any time something stressful happened.

Time heals all wounds - or so they say.  And for a little while, it was getting better.  Then Clint had forced Tony to go out drinking.  To get back up on the horse so to speak.  That’s when the normal garbage you have to deal with when you break up with someone but you still have to see them regularly had caught fire.

Tony and Clint were… well… cut from the same cloth.  That cloth was made out of something self-destructive and very fond of sex.  The first few times of going out drinking together had been just that.  They’d gotten drunk, flirted (with other people and each other) and then come home.

Then they’d met you.

That’s when all bets had been taken off the table. What had been a friend trying to help take the other's mind of a painful break up had been two guys getting a little competitive for one woman’s attention.  Which had been more than a little flattering for you.  Then things had gotten weird and you’d all ended up waking up all tangled together in the same bed with very little memory of how exactly you’d gotten there.

There had been an agreement that whatever had happened the night before should never be spoken about and definitely should never happen again.  You’d gone home not expecting to ever see another Avenger in person again.

Only the next day you’d woken up in the exact same place.  It hadn’t just been a ‘you and them’ situation though.  They were equally as into each other as they were with you.  Whatever had happened when they met you just seemed to open up the potential for anything at all.  None of you could quite explain it, but that might be simply because none of you could remember it.

You were happy though.  They seemed to be too.  Your two disaster men.  Not broken.  Just bent.

Except that the rumors of Tony’s backslide into his old playboy days had hit the press almost immediately.  Photos of the night of debauchery that none of you could remember came out.  Nothing explicit.  Just pictures of the three of you holding hands and kissing and some of them taking shots off of you.  But it wasn’t like you’d accidentally released a sex tape or anything.  Inside your bubble together, you, Tony, and Clint were as happy as three peas in a pod.  Outside the flame had been sparked.

Like with most people who see their ex move on before they do, Pepper had been hurt.  Worse though, in her eyes, he had moved on by sliding back.  She’d told him in no uncertain terms that she couldn’t watch as he destroyed himself.  He had called her jealous.  She had said she quit.

Pepper was a good person though.  Too good really.  If it had been you, you would have just left.  Despite the pain it caused her seeing Tony with you and Clint, she had said she’d stay until Tony had found someone who would take over the reins of the company. It had taken a full year for them to find someone and train them and have him be totally sure he trusted them not to sink his company or turn it back into what it was.

Today was supposed to be the day the reins were publically handed over and Pepper got to leave and start her new job and new life that had nothing to do with Tony Stark.

He had to be there for that.  You knew that.  He knew that.  Even Clint knew that.  But he didn’t want to, and Clint was having far too much fun distracting him.  When he’d go to stand Clint would grab his hand and kiss his neck, begging him for five minutes more.

It didn’t really take a lot to distract him and those five minutes ended up being closer to five hours.  Clint was good at that.  He could make you forget the important meeting or the party you’d been looking forward to.  He had this special blend of idiocy, vulnerability, and amazing hands that just made time irrelevant.

So when Pepper barged through the front door it was a surprise, to say the least.

“Tony!  Where were you?  How dare you do…”  Her voice carried down the hall and then stopped dead as she came into the living room.

The three of you had been cuddled up together, your legs over Tony’s lap, Clint had one leg behind Tony and the other over yours.  They had been kissing when Pepper had stormed in, Tony mumbling into Clint’s lips about needing to leave as you nipped as his throat.  You all froze and looked up at Pepper like a trio of deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

“Right.  Of course, this is what you would be doing.  Same old Tony, right?  Can’t show up to an important event has to be because he’s drunk or in an orgy or both,” Pepper snapped.  “Not even when it’s important to me.  Well, thank you very much.”

“Pep…”  Tony said softly.

“Forget it.  I had hoped the part I’d fallen in love with might rear its head long enough to say something nice about me leaving and show a unified front to the world.  I guess that part isn’t there anymore,” she hissed.  “Well, don’t worry about it.  Goodbye, Tony.  I hope you have a nice life.”

She spun on her heel and stormed off.  Tony blinked at the void in the room that she used to occupy and Clint jumped to his feet.  He grabbed your hand and tugged on it.  “Come on.  We gotta fix this,” he said.  You got to your feet and Tony went to get up too. “No, Tones, stay here.  Let us try and explain.”

Tony nodded and you and Clint chased after Pepper.  

“Pepper,” you called as you caught sight of the redhead hitting the call button for the elevator.

She ignored you and just started stabbing at the button harder.

“Pepper,” Clint said gently. “It’s me.  You know me.”

Pepper spun around, rubbing her red-rimmed eyes.  “He should be chasing after me.  Not you.”

“We stopped him,” you said.

“Pepper.  This is my fault.  All of it,” Clint said.  “It’s my fault that he went out drinking.  It’s my fault this-“ he indicated between the two of you. “- happened.  It’s my fault he didn’t go out today.  But please … you gotta know.  No one did this to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well it did.  It did hurt me.  And you can’t take that back,” Pepper snapped.

“I don’t want to.  I’m in love with him,” Clint said.  Pepper stared at him like he’d just slapped her in the face.  “When the two of you broke up, he was broken.  He was drinking again and he wasn’t going out.  Rhodey couldn’t even get through to him.  So I thought maybe if he could just have a night where he didn’t think about what he lost when he lost you.  And we had fun.  So we did it again and again and he was starting to be… not good … but okay.  And then we met this little minx and okay started to move to good.  I know that’s not easy to see.  Not when you’re still not okay.  But we all want you to be good too.  This isn’t about him being some sexual deviant, Pep.  I love him.  And I want him to be good.”

Pepper shifted on her feet and folded her arms over her chest.  “That doesn’t excuse today.”

“He woke up today and it was like he was getting ready to go to a funeral,” Clint said.  “He was…”

“Grieving,” you finished.  “It was bad.  He doesn’t want to drive you away but he knows he has and it’s killing him.”

“So we… well I… tried to cheer him up.  I guess time got away from us.  He did keep saying he needed to leave,” Clint explained.

Pepper let out a breath and shook her head.  “Today was important.”

“I know.  I’m sorry.  I really am,” Clint said.  “Please don’t take that out on him.”

“What does it matter, Clint?  I won’t be seeing him again,” she said sounding defeated.  The elevator doors opened behind her and she turned and stepped in.  She caught the door as it was about to close and looked directly at you.  “I hope you can handle what being with them means.”

You frowned a little and took Clint’s hand as the doors slid closed again.

“Well, that went well,” you said.

Clint shook his head.  “Could have been worse.  She’s hurt.  It’s her right.  Sucks when your ex moves on first.”

You nodded and the two of you went back into the penthouse.  Tony was sitting on the couch looking up expectantly at you both.  “What did she say?”  He asked.

You took a seat on either side of him and Clint ran his hand up into the back of Tony’s hair, making him close his eyes and hum.  “She said that she forgives you and hopes that you find what makes you happy,” Clint lied.

Tony smiled a little and nuzzled into Clint’s neck as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.  Sometimes that’s what was needed.  Just a white lie and the people you were falling for so you could finally move on.

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

That’s why I came up here.

“That’s why I came up here,” you hum.

Tony leans in and kisses you hungrily.  His tongue coaxes your lips apart and flicks into your mouth.  As you and Tony kiss, Clint runs his hand up your side and cups your breast, he starts kissing and sucking on your throat, and just when you begin to wonder if he’s trying to mark you, Tony pulls back and pulls Clint into a passionate kiss.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you watch them kiss over the top of you.  You can see why they both described their encounters as competitive.  They look like they’re fighting each other for dominance, and it’s turning you on just as much as when they were focused on you.  They pull apart and look back at you and you imagine that this is what it would look like to be cornered by a pair of hungry wolves.

“Bedroom?” Clint asks.

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Tony agrees, standing.

He offers you his hand and you down the last of your drink before taking it and letting him help you to your feet.  He leads you up a glass spiral staircase and down a curved hall to the bedroom.  Clint comes up behind you and kisses your neck, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts.  You let your head fall back and Tony moves in front of you.  He kisses your collarbone and nudges your feet apart so he can push his thigh between your legs.

You sag between them, letting them hold you up between them as a warm prickle runs under your skin.  Clint unzips your dress and Tony pushes it down off your arms, exposing your bra.

“Everyone has way too many clothes on,” Clint complains.

“Very observant as usual,” Tony teases.  “What was your callsign again?  Hawkeye?”

Clint bites back a laugh and lunges at Tony, pushing him back onto the bed that was bigger than any you had seen in person.  You watch as Clint begins to strip pieces of Tony’s clothing off - starting with his jacket and moving straight to his pants.  Tony laughs and tries to return the favor but Clint’s enthusiasm makes it difficult for him to get a handhold of any of Clint’s clothing.

You step out of your dress and shoes and come up behind Clint and pull his jacket off.  As Clint clumsily strips Tony, you manage to undress Clint.  When they’re down to their socks, they both rip them off themselves and Tony moves up onto the bed he’s sitting against the tall headboard.  The arc reactor glows in the middle of Tony’s chest, adding a cool blue light to the room.  It’s an impressive piece of technology, but it looks painful.

“Come here,” he says to you, patting the spot between his legs.

You crawl up toward him and crouch between his legs, nosing at the inside of his thighs and placing soft kisses on his skin.  He grips your hair and leans back, though his eyes stay trained on you.  His cock jumps and starts to harden.  You lick up his shaft and suck on the head of his cock.  He groans and his muscles tense.  “That’s it,” he praises.  “Take your time.”

You tease him slowly with your tongue, flicking it over the slit and swirling it around.  Clint moves up behind you and pulls your panties down to your knees.  He spreads your cheeks and begins to suck at your pussy from behind.

As Clint works your cunt from behind you suck Tony’s cock.  You bob your head up and down, taking his cock deeper and deeper down your throat.  Clint’s tongue pushes inside you and he fucks you with it before sweeping up to your asshole and swirling around.  You moan around Tony’s shaft and the sound mixes with the moans coming from Tony and Clint.

You begin to tremble as a soft current spreads out from your cunt to your extremities.  Tony begins to thrust his hips up so as you suck he fucks your mouth.  It only adds to the feeling of the impending orgasm building in you.

“Make her come, Clint,” Tony growls.  “Make her come all over your face.”

Clint plunges two fingers into the heat of your cunt and fucks you with them as he sucks on your clit.  You can’t even focus on Tony anymore.  All you can do is try to breathe through your nose as he holds your head in place and fucks your face.

It’s too much, your body seizes up and you cry out and come, your whole body shaking with it.

Tony lets you go and you fall back, gasping for breath.  “You okay?” Clint asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yeah,” you pant.  “That was just intense.”

“Come here,” Clint says, sitting on the edge of the bed and offering you his hand.

You wiggle out of your panties and climb into his lap.  He kisses you and falls back, pulling you down on top of him.  You begin to grind on his cock, letting it slide up and down your swollen cunt.  Tony gets up and goes to his side table.  He grabs a couple of condoms and lube and moves behind you stepping between Clint’s legs.

He runs his hand down your spine and over your ass.  His fingers tease over your pussy and he wraps his hand around Clint’s cock and pulls it back.  Clint groans and lifts his hips, pushing you up off the bed a little.  Tony tears one condom packet open and rolls the rubber down on Clint’s cock before guiding the other man into your sex.  You and Clint moan in tandem but don’t break the kiss.

As you start riding Clint’s cock, Tony rolls on his own condom and lubes up his cock.  He pushes Clint’s legs up, so you’re trapped between them, and starts teasing his cock over Clint’s asshole.  Ever so slowly, Tony starts to sink into Clint’s ass.

Clint breaks the kiss with a moan.  “Fuck, Tony,” he moans.

“Bet it feels good to be used by both of us, little bird,” Tony teases.  “You like that?”

“Fuck, yes,” Clint groans.

Tony guides you up against him and pulls you back into a kiss as he starts to thrust.

The three of you move together - three people connected as one.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips moves you up and down on Clint’s cock.  Clint moans and gasps under you, rutting up and arching his back with pleasure as you and Tony both fuck him.  The archer’s calloused fingers run over your skin, making you break out in goosebumps.  He pinches and tugs at your nipples as he looks up at you with lust-blown blue eyes.

Tony holds you against him, one hand against your throat while the other rests on your public bone.  He starts rubbing your clit in tight circles, and it sends a hot current swirling out through you.

The sounds in the room get louder and more frantic.  Clint begins to plead for his release.  “Fuck.  Oh god.  Please.  I’m close,” he babbles as his legs shake at your side.

“Wait for her,” Tony growls, and Clint mewls and throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw.

The sight is so erotic that it sets off your orgasm and you cry out as it crashes through you.  Clint mewls and arches his back and he comes deep inside you.  “Fuck!” he cries out gripping the sheets.

Tony starts fucking him harder and faster as he chases his release.  You clench your walls around Clint’s softening cock and he mewls and whimpers at the overstimulation.  “Please, Tony,” he begs.  “Come.  I want you to come.”

Tony groans deeply and slams into Clint as he comes.  “That’s it,” he growls.  “Take it.”

The three of you stay joined panting heavily for a moment and slowly Tony pulls out and you roll off Clint.  Tony goes to toss out the used condoms and you sit up in bed.  You aren’t sure what to do.   A threesome with two Avengers is amazing, but should you redress and leave?  Will there be more?

Clint climbs back in the bed and pat’s the space beside him.  “You wanna sleepover?”

You look at Tony to see if that’s okay.

“Yeah, get comfortable,” he says, getting into bed.

You climb up between them and they spoon themselves around you.  You’re surprised by how nice it feels to be cocooned by both men.  It isn’t long until you’ve fallen asleep between them.

You wake up the following morning to Tony gone and Clint sitting up and stretching.  You look up at him and blink slowly, appreciating the flex of his archer physique, even if it is covered in cuts and bruises.  “Where’s Tony?” you ask.

“Hang on,” he says, a little too loudly.  He reaches over, grabs a set of hearing aids off the bedside table, and puts them in.

“Sorry, I can lip read, but this is too early for that,” he says.

“What happened to Tony?” you repeat.

“He barely sleeps.  Probably got up at five and went to the lab,” Clint replies.  “You wanna take a shower?  Get some breakfast?”

Breakfast and a shower sound great.

Take off as quickly as you can

[thatfanficstuff]

In That Moment

Poly Grouping: Clint Barton x reader x Tony Stark

Warnings: mentions of death, almost death and stuff, flangst

A/N: This was written as a therapy fic for me. I didn't even read through it. I'm sure there are errors. Please ignore.

***

The echo of the snap that ended Thanos’ army rolled through you, pulling a scream with it. Not Tony. Not your Tony. It was only when you tried to run to him that you realized arms were holding you back.

You thrust an elbow into a rib cage not caring who it was. They had no right to keep you from him. Clint and the spider kid beat you to his side.

“You idiot,” Clint said with a wet voice. “You’ve really done it this time. She’s going to kick your ass.”

You grasped Peter by the shoulders and moved him to the side. When he saw that it was you, he didn’t argue. You knelt in the dirt and laid your hand along the undamaged side of his face. You flinched as the pain flowed from him to you. Oh, your poor, poor love.

“Tony,” you said on a sigh. You leaned forward and brushed your lips across his before shifting to whisper in his ear. “You’re not going anywhere yet, my love. This world needs you. They need you.” You needed him too, but it was unlikely you’d survive what you were about to do. And that was okay. As long as Tony got to stay. Got to be the wonderful person he was. Got to be there for Peter and Clint. As long as he cheated death and breathed another day.

Tears flooded your eyes and blurred your vision as you backed away from him but you still saw the way his eyes widened in fear. He tried to protest. To stop you. But he was simply too weak. You gave a soft smile to tell him that it would be alright.

“What’s going on?” Clint asked. “What am I missing?” When you didn’t answer, he said your name in a whisper. “You can’t. We need you.”

You ignored him as your hands found Tony’s bare skin and began to glow. The light was a brilliant, bright white that only shone brighter as you focused all your energy on healing your lover. Hands grasped you, trying to pull you away, but your power locked you to him. Even as he regained his strength and tried to push you off, he failed. You wouldn’t release him until you were certain he would live. That he would survive this with as little suffering as possible.

As energy flowed from you to him, your life flowed with it. You’d always been able to heal others but it came with a price. You had to balance the good you did for others with the ability to heal the damage done to you by healing them. When you pushed too far, gave too much of yourself, there was always the chance you wouldn’t be able to recover. You’d been lucky so far.

Your eyelids grew heavy as you pushed more power into Tony. “Enough,” he yelled, finally able to push you off of him in your weakened state. He gathered you in his arms and rocked back and forth as you smiled up at him. “What did you do? You stupid, stupid woman. What were you thinking?”

“You deserve to live,” was your only answer but it carried with it all the things you didn’t have the energy to say. That you loved him and couldn’t imagine a world without him in it. That you thought you might die anyway if you had to listen to him take his last breath. That you were selfish and would rather make them live with you than for you to lose either of them. That was a pain you weren’t certain you could bear.

Fingers pushed hair from your face and you looked up to find Clint’s tear stained face leaning over you. “I’m glad you saved the tin can, darlin’, but now you need to save yourself. This is only okay if all three of us make it through this. You hear me? You fix this and stay with us.” His voice broke at the end and tears rolled down your cheeks. You were so tired. You only had so much fight in you and you feared you’d exhausted all of it.

“Quit grieving. She’s not dead yet.” Dr. Strange’s sharp voice drifted through the fog that was filling your head. “Give her to me.”

Tony hesitated a moment then you were lifted into the doctor’s arms. “Prepare for the worst, hope for the best,” he told your boyfriends as he opened a portal. As he stepped through, you quit breathing and the world went black.

***

You woke to bickering. Well, that was normal. You just laid there with your eyes closed as you took in what you could of your surroundings. Something told you this hadn’t been a short nap.

“You know one of you doesn’t always have to be in here with her. We will be alerted to any changes in her condition,” Dr. Strange said. Well, that was utter bullshit as you’d been awake for nearly five minutes now and had healed most of your remaining injuries in that timeframe. As far as you knew, no one had been alerted to anything.

“So you and Banner keep telling us, but she isn’t going to be alone when she wakes up. She deserves better than that,” Clint argued.

“What he said,” Tony chipped in. God you loved both of them so much.

Digging deep, you found the energy to let them know you were back. That you’d somehow survived that stupid stunt of yours that they would undoubtedly give you shit for for the rest of your life. “I love you.” Your voice was faint, barely audible.

“Did you hear that?” Tony asked.

“Hear what?” Strange’s tone clearly said he thought Tony was imagining things.

“I could have sworn…” Tony trailed off as he walked closer to your bed.

“Hey, baby.” Your voice was a little stronger this time. A little louder.

A sound that was the cross of a sob and a shout of joy came from him only to be echoed by your archer. Your hands were quickly enveloped in theirs as they surrounded you and the bed. Finally, you opened your eyes to see the tearstained faces of your boys. “Hi.”

They both grinned. “God, it’s good to hear your voice,” Tony said and Clint squeezed your hand in agreement.

“How long was I out?”

“Eight weeks, three days and…” Clint turned to look at the clock, “roughly four hours.”

You scrunched your nose in irritation. “That seems excessive.”

“You died three times,” came Strange’s deadpan voice. “I’d say it was adequate given the circumstances.” He put his hands on Tony’s shoulders to move him out of the way. Once he had a clear path to you, he checked your vitals. When he finished, he lifted one of your bandages to check the wound beneath. His brow lifted and his eyes went wide as he saw perfect skin instead of the burns he was expecting.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You were in a coma for two months because you nearly killed yourself using your power to save Tony and the first thing you do when you get out is heal yourself using that same power?”

“Yes.” You didn’t see the problem. You had the energy so you put it to use.

“You’re exhausting,” he told you. With a shake of his head, he glanced to Clint then Tony. “I’ll give you some time. Banner and I will be back in twenty minutes to give her a full assessment.”

In a twirl of a magic cape, he was gone. Your boys pulled a chair up on either side of the bed and sat. They took your hands back in theirs.

“I love you,” you said before either of them could say anything. “I thought I wouldn’t get to tell you that again so be prepared to hear it a lot for awhile.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” Clint’s voice was sad but firm. “We thought we lost you. My life, my world, doesn’t make sense without you in it.”

Tony squeezed your hand. He was furious with you, you could tell, but his happiness at having you awake seemed to be outweighing the fury. “Never trade your life for mine again. Do you hear me? Never. How do you expect me to live with that? You scared the shit out of us, sweetheart.”

“I love both of you so much.” There was so much more you could say to them. Volumes of things you could pour out to them, but you’d save that for another time. Right now, you just wanted to freeze the world and live in this moment forever.

“We love you, too, baby.” Clint leaned forward and kissed your forehead then your cheek.

Tony repeated the forehead and cheek kiss. “So much.”

And in that moment everything was just as it should be.

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ Three-way fuck buddies sounds amazing.

You shrug.  “I mean, sure.  Why not?” you say.  Clint grins broadly and wriggles in his seat.  “I really liked last night.  All of it.  The flirting.  Hanging out.  The teasing.  The sex.  I have a bunch of things on my sexual bucket list that could use two partners and maybe having a couple of guys who I trust and who I know are adventurous would mean I’m not shy about bringing those up.  I’m single.  If you guys are up for it - I’m down.”

Tony looks at you with one eyebrow cocked like he’s trying to get a read on you.  Clint on the other hand looks like a labrador waiting for you to throw a ball for him.

“You’re definitely covered by an NDA, right?” Tony asks.

“Yes, Tony,” you say, rolling your eyes. “You asked FRIDAY, remember?”

“Barely,” he says and takes a large swig of his mimosa.  “Fine.  Okay.  Three-way fuck buddies it is.”

“Yes,” Clint cheers, pumping his fist.

“But we need to draw up some ground rules,” Tony continues.

“What?  Like no sleeping over?” you ask.

“No, I don’t care about that,” Tony says.  “But no fucking in my shower when I’m not there.”

Clint starts giggling and you kick him under the table.

“No getting jealous.  Not of each other, not of other people we might hook up with,” Tony says.  “No dating.  I don’t mind hanging out at the tower or having dinner together there, but I’m not taking you out dancing.  And no kink-shaming.  If we bring something up that no one else likes, we don’t have to do it, but we can’t make anyone feel bad for something they want to try.”

“Those all sound fine,” you agree.

“Yeah, I’m good with all of those. Except I’ll probably keep having sex in your shower,” Clint adds, making Tony laugh.

“And no falling in love with me,” Tony says.  “You especially, Link to the past.”

“I’ll do my darnedest,” Clint jokes.

You take a bite of your breakfast and chew it slowly.  “I have one …?”

“Suggestion? Proposition?  Resolution?  Amendment?” Clint lists.

“Just …” Tony laughs and shakes his head.  “Just say it.”

“If the three of us keep our…”

“Activities.  Parts.  Bits and pieces.  Genitals,” Clint suggests.

“Yes, that,” you agree.  “Between each other for a month straight, and we get tested, then maybe we can forgo protection.”

Tony barks out a laugh.  “Nice try, missy,” he scoffs.  “I didn’t get this far without a valid paternity suit by being gullible.”

“Eww… who would do that?” you grimace.  “Look, I can get the implant.  You can come with me if you want.  I’d want to be safe.”

“Well, let’s see if we even get that long between others.  I bet we barely make it a week,” Tony says.

“So we’re really doing this?” Clint asks.

“Yeah.  Yeah, alright,” Tony says.  “Come by tonight and we’ll try some new things out.”

You arrive at Tony’s penthouse at eight, feeling both excited and apprehensive.  You had stopped in at Victoria’s secret after lunch with them and bought yourself something new and sexy to start this new arrangement and you’re more than a little excited for them to see it.  Clint and Tony are already waiting for you in the living area, there was a pizza on the table and they were each nursing a drink.  They both stand when they see you.

“There she is,” Tony says.  “Ready to get down and dirty?”

“You know it,” you say, kissing Tony’s cheek in greeting.  You turn to do the same to Clint and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.  He falls back onto the couch, pulling you down on top of him.

You laugh into his lips and pull back.  “You dork,” you tease as you look down at him.

“So,” Tony says, sitting back in his chair.  “What’s the deep dark desire you want to explore tonight?”

“Maybe we should ease into the deep dark ones,” you say.  “Start with something a little easier, to begin with.”

“We can do that,” Tony says.  “Speaking of easing in though, I’m assuming at some point you’re going to want to take both of us at once.”

“You assume correctly,” you agree.  “Nice segue, by the way.”

“Thank you,” Tony chuckles. “And you’ve done anal before?”

“I might need a little prep work if that’s what you’re asking,” you say.

“Then let’s put prep work on the list tonight,” Tony says.  “You’re kind of the new one here.  Clint and I have messed around more than I’d like to admit.  He’s very subby.  I’m more of a switch.  We won’t get into that too much yet and obviously you can back out if that’s not your jam.  Just thought I’d let you know.”

“Hey, I’m here to explore,” you say.  “I’m willing to try stuff out.”

“Wanna take a trip to France?” Clint asks, tugging on your skirt.

“Sure,” you say.  “But if you guys actually high-five over the top of me, I’m biting whoever’s in my mouth.”

“You get the mouth,” Tony says to Clint, and they both laugh.

Tony stands and offers you his hand.  “Shall we?”

“Yes, let's,” you agree, standing and following after him.  Clint scurries after you and strips off his shirt, leaving it on the stairs.

“Let me help you with that,” Clint says when you get to the bedroom.  He steps up behind you and slides the zip down on the back of your dress.  He slides the straps down your arms and you step carefully out of it, leaving you in your lingerie.

Tony looks you up and down with a smirk.  “Did you go shopping?”

“Oh, this old thing?” You ask, doing a pose.

Clint kisses your neck as Tony goes to a hidden drawer in the wall.  “I had my assistant do some shopping too,” he says, pulling out a tray from the drawer and bringing it to the bed.  “How about you go and bend over the bed and I’ll show you what he got.”

You move to the side of the bed and bend over it, spreading your legs a little.  Tony moves behind you, putting the tray on the mattress and pulling down your panties.  He picks up something from the box and the familiar buzz of a vibrator fills the room.  Tony pushes it between your legs and runs it up and down your folds.  You hum and move with him, trying to help him reach your clit.  When it hit the little bundle, it sucked it into it and you gasped as a sudden jolt of pleasure surged through you. “What is that?”

“Suction vibrator,” Tony says, turning it up.  Your legs immediately turn to jello and you sink down, letting the bed hold your weight.  “My assistant said it came highly recommended.  Makes most women come in five seconds on a higher setting is the claim.”  He gestured to Clint to come over.  “Come hold this here, would you, buddy?”

Clint takes hold of the toy and turns it up even higher.  Your cunt floods and you moan loudly as your toes curl.  “Fucking hell,” you cry out.

“Clint, it’s supposed to be a distraction,” Tony scolds as he spreads your ass cheeks and drizzles lube between them.  “Not the whole enchilada.”

“Oh come on,” Clint complains.  “Don’t you want to see if it’s true?”

Tony pauses for a second.  “Alright, do it.”

Clint clicks the toy two more times, and the intense buzz sends such a sudden jolt through you, lights pop behind your eyes.  You cry out and grip the sheets, your feet kicking out behind you.  All at once, an orgasm crashes down on you and you writhe on the bed, trying to get away from the toy.

“Holy shit,” Clint laughs, turning the toy down and pulling you back on the bed.  “That was amazing.”

“I need to own one of those,” you pant, still trembling from your climax.

“I’ll get you one for home,” Tony teases as he starts rubbing the lube into your asshole.  “Now just try and relax.  Focus on the vibrator.”

Relaxing isn’t exactly easy with the relentless suction on your now-sensitive clit.  You moan softly as Tony teases a lube-slicked plug around your asshole and starts to push it in and out just a tiny amount.  “It’s just a small one for now,” Tony assures you.  “Just getting used to it.”

You nod in understanding and he starts easing the toy in.  There is a burn and a sting as it enters you and you whimper a little and try to focus on the vibrator.  He pauses, holding it in place, and then lets it slip out again.  You moan and push back against him.

“Needy girl, huh?” he teases and starts pushing it in again.

Your ring muscle gives as he pushes it in more and he holds it at the widest point.  “Fuck,” you moan as the burn spreads through you. “Tony…”

“That’s it, you’re doing great,” Tony praises and pushes the toy in.  It practically slips into position, your asshole clenching around the narrow base right before the end.  The motion is enough to send another orgasm rushing through you and your whole body spasms with it.

“There you are,” Tony praises, patting your ass.  “You look really nice plugged up like that.”

“I bet you would too,” you say.

“Well, you’re most welcome to do it,” Tony says.  “I have others.”

You roll over and look up at the two men, biting your bottom lip.  “Yes, please.  Both of you.”

Tony chuckles and takes the vibrator and tray away and goes back over to the secret drawer.  As he searches, Clint strips off the rest of his clothes.  “You are so fucking hot, you know that?” he says and leans down and kisses you.  You smile into his lips and jerk him off slowly until Tony returns.

Tony has two different plugs in his hand.  One is pale purple silicone with a curved handle, while the other is gold-colored steel with a red gem on the end.  Both are relatively big but not intimidatingly so.

“You want help?” Tony asks.

“No, I got it,” you reply.  “Clint, bend over.”

Clint kneels up on the bed in front of you, his legs spread to display his ass.  You move behind him, lubing up the toy.  You drizzle some on his ass and rub it into his tight hole, before teasing the tip of the purple toy over it.  While you do, Tony undresses.  He watches you with Clint the entire time he’s stipping off each item of clothing.

You start to ease the toy in and Clint moans happily.  “Fuck,” he breathes.  “That’s it.  You don’t have to go easy.”

You bite your bottom lip and moan softly to yourself as you push the pug right in.  Clint mewls and arches his back like a cat as the plug slips into place.  “Fuck, yes,” he groans, and sits back on his knees, leaning back and pulling you into a hungry kiss.  As the two of you kiss Tony crawls up on the bed beside you, taking up the position.

You repeat the process with Tony.  This time fucking him with the metal plug, the sounds of his moans at the sight of his ass stretching and contracting around the thick plug only make you wetter and needier.  Clint watches on in horny fascination, humming as he watches the toy appearing and disappearing in and out of Tony’s ass.

When the plug is firmly in place, you turn on Clint, pushing him back on his knees and kissing down his taught abdominals, paying attention to every hill, dip, bruise, and scar on his well-defined body.  You lick down his Adonis belt, letting it guide you right to where his cock is standing hard at attention, but you skim your tongue around it, taunting him.

“Fuck, baby,” Clint whines.  “Don’t be a tease.”

Tony grabs a condom as you’re tormenting Clint.  You kiss his thighs and suck on a patch of skin close to the base of his cock.  He groans and precome leaks from the head, dribbling down his shaft.

When Tony has the condom rolled on he moves behind you and smacks the head of his cock against your throbbing clit.  You moan and grip Clint’s thigh and Tony lines himself up and thrusts deep into you.

He starts fucking you and you run your tongue up Clint’s shaft.  Clint tangles his hands into your hair as you tease your tongue over the head of your cock.  “Mm… fuck yeah, babe, that’s it.”

Tony thrusts his hips slowly, swirling his hips each time he bottoms out inside you.  You drop your head down on Clint’s cock and hollow your cheeks.  Clint begins to thrust into your mouth and you relax your throat, looking up at him and sticking out your tongue, encouraging him to go on.

He starts thrusting into your mouth, holding your hair to keep you in place as his cock goes deeper and deeper down your throat.

Tony runs his hands over your body, caressing up your sides and leaning right over you to bite your shoulder as he massages your tits.  You’re helpless between them, taking them both as pleasure surges through you and your head gets soft and floaty from lack of oxygen.  Tony pinches and tugs on your nipples and Clint pulls on your hair.  The sounds of moans and panting fill the room and Tony pulls Clint into a passionate kiss above you.

An orgasm hits and you moan into Clint’s cock and your body sags as your arms and legs give out.  Both men pull out and Tony runs his hands over you.  “Can you lie on your back with your head over the edge of the bed?” he asks.

“Yes, yeah… good idea,” you say and move into position.

They swap places, Clint grabbing a condom as Tony tosses his away.  Tony teases his cock over your lips and Clint lifts your legs and pushes them together and back toward your head.  You open your mouth wide and at the same time, both men thrust into you.  You try to gasp as Clint fills your cunt suddenly but your throat is blocked by Tony’s cock.  They both start fucking you hard.  You try to relax between them, breathing through your nose.  It’s impossible.  Your nerves are on fire and your cunt clenches and squeezes Clint’s cock with each thrust.  Tony runs his hands over your throat, moaning as he thrusts in and tracing the bulge with his fingertips.

You completely fall apart between them.  You’re completely helpless and yet despite barely knowing them, you trust them both.  They kiss over your head and run their hands over you.  Another orgasm hits, and your muffled cry strains your throat.  They keep thrusting but for both their movements become erratic.  Clint pulls out and quickly whips the condom off and pumps his cock.  Tony growls and pulls out too.  “Together?” he says.

Clint nods and groans and both men lean over you as they jerk themselves off.  You arch your back and with a roar, both men come, painting your tits and stomach in thick white ropes.

You lay panting between them and run your fingers through the mess.  “Clean her up, Clint,” Tony orders.

Clint responds immediately. First grabbing your wrist and sucking the come off your fingers.  He then leans down and begins to lick you clean.  Tony groans and plays with Clint’s hair as he watches for a moment and then leans down and kisses you passionately.  When they pull back you sit up and stretch, feeling oversensitive but very sated.

“Okay,” Tony says.  “I suggest we clean up and take a bath.  Any objections?”

You hum - not a single objection coming to you.

For several weeks the routine of seeing Tony and Clint a couple of times a week and trying some new sex thing falls into place.  It’s surprising how many new and different things you can think of doing together and how many things the three of you still have yet to do.  So far you have played around with power dynamics, dominating them and being dominated by them.  You’ve sat on Clint’s face while Tony fucked him.  You’ve had one of them fuck your tits as the other fucked your pussy.  You’ve formed a daisy chain and trains.  You’ve had them both take turns with you until you begged them to stop.

Each time you fuck, they use a slightly bigger plug on you, gradually stretching you so that they can add even more positions and things to try.

The visits aren’t just sex though.  You usually hang out beforehand.  Usually, there’s dinner and drinks.  There’s always banter.  There’s something you’ve been picking up too.  Tony is a dumb-ass genius and Clint is a genius dumb-ass.  When they meet in the middle, you know it’s going to be good.  The friends part of your friends-with-benefits relationship is getting stronger, not just between you and them, but they seem to be growing closer to each other too.

It surprises you a little.  You had assumed that this would just be a sex thing until someone got bored of it or met someone.  You never expected that you’d start thinking of two of the founding Avengers as your close friends.  But that’s how you think of them.  Hill is still your girl, but Tony and Clint are creeping up there.  There are times when you’re out drinking with Hill when you consider suggesting they tag along too.  Then you’d remember that you don’t hang out.  You fuck.  Maybe it’s better not to cross that line.

“Hey!  I was just going to call you.  I have a favor to ask.”

Tony bails you up as you come out of the conference room with Hill, Captain Rogers, the mayor, and two of his security guys.  Everyone looks from you to Tony in confusion - even Hill.

It’s understandable.  You’ve been keeping the whole ‘relationship’ under wraps.  It’s not exactly easy to tell anyone you’re fuck-buddies with a couple of Avengers.  Even your best friend.  She knows about the hook-up, you haven’t told her that it was still happening.

“If this involves the mayor’s office, I should be kept in the loop,” the mayor says.

“What’s this about, Tony?” Steve asks.

“Jeez.”  Tony rolls his eyes.  “Does everyone want to get in on my personal life?  I'm a boxers guy if you’re wondering that too.”

You grab Tony’s arm and push him back into the conference room.  “I’ll catch up with you all,” you say to the others just before closing the door on them.

“Are you trying to lose me my job?” you ask, turning back to Tony.

Tony raises his hands in surrender.  “Hey now,” he says.  “There are no rules about cross-fraternization.”

“I am supposed to be neutral,” you argue.  “You think Bill will think I’m neutral if he finds out what we’re up to?”

“I am sure you can prove how completely unbiased you are,” Tony says nonchalantly.  “It’s not like you haven’t had the job for a while now.”

You roll your eyes.  “What’s the favor?”

“I have a gala tomorrow.  It’s a green energy thing.  I need a date or I’m going to be hit on all night,” he explains.

You raise an eyebrow.  “I would have thought that was a desirable outcome.”

“Rich middle-aged divorcees who’re trying to nab their next billionaire?” he says.  “Not really my type.”

You put your hands on your cheeks in mock shock.  “There’s somebody that’s not your type?  Am I dreaming?  Pinch me, I think I’m dreaming.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” Tony deadpans.  “So, will you go or not?”

“Wouldn’t that be a date?” you ask.  “I thought you didn’t date.  And besides, how would it be fair on Clint?”

“Pfft,” Tony scoffs.  “We’re fuck buddies.  Buddies can go to galas together.  Besides, Clint’s going with Nat.  Most of the team are going.”

“Clint’s going with Nat?” you ask.

Tony laughs.  “Are you jealous?” he teases, playfully tugging at the waistband of your skirt.  “Don’t be.  Those two are besties.  They pretty much go to all these things together.  So what do you say?  Be my date?”

Sure.  I’ll go to the gala.

I think we need to keep this to just sex.

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

I definitely want the company

You roll out of bed and grab Clint’s hands, pulling him up after you.  He grins at you as he follows you into the bathroom, clearly pleased with the answer.  He’s semi-erect by the time you pass through the door into Tony’s bathroom.

The bathroom is stunning.  It’s bigger than your living room and tiled in white marble.  The vanity is black marble and has two oval vessel sinks that look like abstract pieces of art in multicolored tempered glass.  The fittings are all brushed steel and thick dark black towels hang from towel rails by the vanity.  A huge oval freestanding tub sits by the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the East River, above it is a panel that if turned on, warm water would fall like rain into the tub.  At the far wall is a shower that takes up the entire wall.  It’s lined in black marble and has a bench seat that runs the full length, and had a recessed panel with shelves for all Tony’s different shower products.  There are more showerheads than you want to count, including large waterfall ones on either side of the shower, rainfall ones that come down from the ceiling, jets along the walls, and a handheld unit.

You stop dead, blinking around the room in shock.  “Perks of sleeping with a Billionaire, huh?” Clint jokes.

 “Holy shit,” you whisper.  “A girl could get used to this.”

“One of the reasons I keep hitting on him,” Clint jokes as he takes out his hearing aids.

You go over to the shower and mess around with the different settings and settle on having all the showerheads going at once.  You step in and go straight under the waterfall setting.  As the water runs over you, soothing your muscles and warming you pleasantly, Clint steps up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.  He kisses your neck and you tilt your head and lean back against him.

His erection presses against your ass.  You reach behind and wrap your fingers around his girth, slowly pumping your fist up and down as water rushes over your fist.

“Fuck,” Clint groans against your ear.  He cups your breasts and massages them slowly as he ruts against your hand.  You hum and turn around and sink to your knees in front of him.  He watches you as you take his cock in your hand and begin to lick over his cock.  You make a show of it, lapping over the head and pushing your tongue into the slit.  Clint braces his hand against the wall to steady himself.  “God damn am I glad you hit on me last night,” he groans.

You chuckle and lower your head down on his cock.  You move excruciatingly slow and Clint’s muscles clench and his thighs tremble as he resists the urge to immediately start fucking your face.  Your mouth fills with water and when his cock head touches the back of your mouth, you close your lips and swirl the water around his shaft before swallowing.

“Fuck!” Clint gasps, and grips your hair as you start bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.

He keeps watching as you work his cock, sucking and curling your tongue as you suck.  You take him deeper and deeper each time you lower your head and just when you start deep-throating him you pull off and start sucking his balls.

Clint gasps again and pulls your hair.  You jerk him off as you suck on one ball and then the other.  Precome leaks over your knuckles and you lick it off and begin sucking his cock again.  Clint starts rolling his hips in shallow thrusts, almost as if it’s happening outside his control.  You open your mouth and look up at him, offering him your mouth to fuck.  He starts thrusting his hips, pushing his cock down your throat further still but never making you gag.  He started to pant and his head rolled back, the water rushing down his chest and into your mouth as he thrust into it.  “Fuck.  Oh god.  Gonna come,” he babbles.

You suck again, urging him on and he pulls back and starts pumping his cock.  You lean forward, thrusting your chest out, and with a groan, he comes, releasing in thick ropes over your tits.

Before you even have a moment to think, he’s guiding you back to sit on the bench and is kneeling between your legs.  He starts eating you out like a starving man at a buffet.  You lean back against the tiles, closing your eyes and giving yourself to the sensations running through you.

The mixture of the hot water running over your naked body and Clint’s mouth sucking greedily on your cunt makes a pleasant heat spread through you.  It simultaneously starts from the top of your head and your core and meets somewhere in the middle.  You start breathing heavily as your orgasm builds inside you and your moans echo off the bathroom walls.

Just as you feel like it’s about to break, Clint sits back and smirks at you.  “Wait there,” he says.

“Clint…” you whine.

He grabs the handheld showerhead and adjusts it from a spray to a jet as he kneels back in front of you.  He aims the jet so it’s spraying directly on your clit as he thrusts his fingers inside you.  He angles them and curls them until they touch that sweet spot inside you and you cry out and buck away from him. 

“Hey now,” he teases.  “You wanna come or not?”

He drags you back and puts your feet on his shoulders, so you're helpless in front of him.  He starts fucking you with his fingers again as he holds the jet right up against your clit.  Pleasure surges through you and your moans become loud and primal and completely out of your control.  His fingers hit your g-spot hard, again and again.  Everything becomes foggy except the hot current running right through you.  You jerk up suddenly as your orgasm tears through you and you scream out as you squirt around his fingers.

He hums and slows his fingers down, pulling the jet away from you.  “That was something else,” he teases.

“I think I’m stuck in here,” you pant.  “I’m not going to be able to walk for an hour after that.”

After you’ve showered and dressed, you and Clint head out to get breakfast.  When you reach the elevator, it opens and Tony steps out, looking at you both with a startled expression.  “You both sleep in?”  Tony asks.  “Don’t you have a job, Legolas?”

“We weren’t sleeping,” Clint teases.  “We were fucking.”

“In my bed?  Without me?”  Tony asks, feigning offense.

Clint shrugs.  “No, in your shower.”

“You fucked in my shower!”  Tony yelps.

“If it helps, according to Bill Clinton we didn’t,” you add.

Both Tony and Clint snort and break down into laughter.  “Well, thanks for the specifics,” Tony wheezes.

“You want to grab brunch with us, Tones?” Clint asks.

Tony looks at his watch and then up at the ceiling.  When nothing happens he gives a nod.  “Sure, why not?”

The three of you made your way to a cafe at the base of the tower.  It’s cute and the staff all seem pretty comfortable with the arrival of actual Avengers for brunch.  They seat you at a table that’s sheltered from the gazes of any excitable tourists and the three of you take your time perusing the menu before ordering coffees, mimosas, and your meals.  It’s funny the difference between what Tony orders and what Clint does.  Clint orders a stack of pancakes with honeycomb, sliced banana and strawberries, maple syrup, whipped cream, and toasted hazelnuts, while Tony orders a bagel with salmon, sage omelet, mascarpone cheese, capers, and dill.

“So this must be new for you, Tony,” Clint teases.  “Having breakfast with your one-night-stands.”

“Usually they are smart enough to realize that me not being in bed the next day is a signal to get out,” Tony confirms.  “But no one has ever accused you of being smart.”

“Rude,” Clint says and pokes his tongue out.

“I’m rude?  You both defiled my bathroom,” Tony snarks.

“Oh like that was the first time that’s ever happened in there,” you deadpan.

Tony stifles a laugh and shakes his head.  “Tell me again why I agreed to have brunch with you both.”

“Because of our enchanting company,” you answer.

Clint shakes his head.  “No,” he says seriously.  “It’s because you’re hoping there will be more sex.”

Tony nearly chokes on his coffee, and you reach over and pound his back.  “Please don’t die.”

“What the hell are you talking about, bird brain?” Tony splutters.

“Come on, man,” Clint says with a shrug.  “You can’t say we didn’t have fun.”

“Oh, we had fun.  I always have fun,” Tony agrees. “Once.  And then I find someone else to have fun with.”  He turns and looks at you.  “No offense.”

“None taken,” you say with a shrug.  “I wasn’t exactly angling for a polyamorous relationship with someone on the Forbes Rich List when I agreed to have you double-team me.”

Tony laughs and Clint grins at him.  “You’re so full of shit.  So fuckin’ full of shit.”

“When have I ever gone back again?  You’ve seen the revolving door in my bedroom,” Tony argues.

“Mmm… who do I know that you keep hooking up with?” Clint muses.  “Oh, wait.  I know someone.  Me!”

“That’s totally different!” Tony argues.  “You’re around all the time and you annoy me so much…”

“You have to stick your dick in me?” Clint finishes.

This time it’s your turn to choke on your coffee and Tony pats your back.  “Are we seriously negotiating the terms of a polyamorous relationship at a cafe near Grand Central after a drunken threeway?” you ask.

“No, we are definitely not doing that,” Tony answers.  “Because there isn’t any kind of relationship.  You seem great.  I’m sure you’ll make someone a wonderful wife one day.  But that’s not me.  I don’t do relationships.  Polyamorous or otherwise.”

“Will you both chill out?” Clint huffs.  “I never said anything about dating.  I said Tony was hoping another threeway would happen.  I know I do.  I mean, think about it.  We had a bunch of fun last night and there are so many other things we could try together.  Trips to Paris.  All the different ways to do double p.”

“Please don’t write checks my ass can’t cash,” you interrupt, making both Clint and Tony break down in laughter again.

When Tony’s laughter subsides he takes a long drink from his mimosa, almost draining it in one go.  “You’re talking like I never have group sex, Legolas,” he says.  “I have it all the time.  Three, four, groups of ten or more.  Why would I need to do this again?”

“Can I interject for a moment?” you ask.  “Exactly how strong should the antibiotics I buy be?”

Tony dropped his jaw in mock shock.  “You slut-shame Tony?”  He says playfully.  “Jail for you for a hundred years!”

You start giggling and nudge him with your elbow and he turns his attention back to Clint.  “Well?”

“You don’t really though,” Clint says.  “You get a bunch of little Tony groupies together and they focus all their attention on you and then you go to work.”

“Oh yeah, I hate when people focus their attention on me during sex,” he says, rolling his eyes.  “That’s terrible.”

“I’m not going to beg you,” Clint says.  “But think about it, would you?  I bet there are all kinds of things the three of us could get up to together that you’d like to try.  For example, you could make me beg you for it.”

Tony sighs and looks at you.  “You haven’t had much to say about this outside of the rather hypocritical slut-shaming.  Did you want this… this - what do you want, Clint?  Threeway fuck buddies?”

“Yeah, that’s it exactly,” Clint confirms.

Three-way fuck buddies sounds amazing.

I might consider an actual relationship, but not fuck buddies.

Sorry guys, I’m out.

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ Suggest you all find somewhere private to fuck.

You lean into Tony.  “I want you guys.  Can we find somewhere?”

Tony smirks.  “Dirty, dirty, girl,” he whispers.  “Stay here.  I’ll text Clint when I’ve found somewhere.”

He gets up and buttons his jacket, before striding off, winding his way through the tables and to the side of the room.  You lose sight of him and go back to watching the show.  It’s not long until Clint pulls his phone out of his pocket and grins at the message waiting for him.  He leans into you.  “Far side of the room behind the light sculpture that looks like a book and has a page shadow on the wall.  There’s a utility closet.  Wait for half a song and meet us there.”

He gets up and heads in that direction.  You start tapping your foot impatiently on the ground and notice Natasha smirking at you.  As the song plays on you stand, and Natasha winks.  “Have fun,” she mouths.

You stifle a laugh and head to where Clint directed you to go.  You find the closet and when you open the door, Clint and Tony are inside, making out, pressed up against shelves of cleaning supplies.

Tony grabs your hand, pulling you over, and you hastily close the door behind you.  “We better be quick,” Tony says.  “Don’t want to have people wondering where we got to.”  He pulls you close to him and starts bunching up your skirt as he kisses your neck.  “Clint.  On your knees in front of the door.”

“God, you’re bossy,” Clint complains, as he gets on his knees.

Tony spins you and pushes you up against the wall, bent slightly over where Clint is kneeling.  “Don’t pretend you don’t love it, Legolas.”

Clint laughs and pulls your panties down to your ankles, and as he starts greedily sucking on your clit, Tony pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock and pulls a condom from the inside pocket of his jacket.  When it’s rolled in place, he grabs your hips, angling them back, and thrusts hard into your cunt.

You gasp and press your forehead against your hands as a sharp jolt tears through you.  He doesn’t give you any time to adjust or steady yourself before he starts just fucking you hard against the door.  As he does, Clint licks from the place where you and Tony meet, up to your clit and back again.  Between the two of them and your already heightened state, you know that you’re not going to last long.

Tony keeps one hand at the back of your neck and the other on your hip and pounds into you.  Clint holds your thighs and licks over your cunt, stopping to pull your clit into his mouth before going back to licking.

Your first orgasm hits and you stumble, only remaining standing because the two men who are the cause of your pleasure hold you in place.  Clint starts to focus on your now very overstimulated clit, and you cry out as you see stars and another orgasm tears through you.  “Oh god, please… please… I can’t…” you babble as Tony picks up his speed.

Clint releases your clit and eases two fingers into you beside Tony’s cock, it adds an intense burn to your entrance and somehow makes you feel twice as full.  You and Tony moan as one and as Clint pulls Tony’s balls into his mouth, Tony’s moan only gets louder.  His hips begin to stutter and just when you think he’s about to come, he pulls out and whips off the condom.  Clint moves around you and opens his mouth, allowing Tony to start thrusting into it.  It only takes three pumps of his hips before Tony releases straight down Clint’s throat.  You moan as you watch the archer first choke and then swallow it all.

“Okay, Robin Hood,” Tony says as he pulls his pants back up.  “How are we going to finish you off?”

Clint looks between you both as he palms his cock through his pants.  “I want you both to blow me.  Is that okay?”

“Very okay,” you agree, pulling your panties back up and getting to your knees.  Clint gets up as Tony kneels beside you.  “I better not get marks on my tux from this.”

“Oh, but it was okay if I got marked on mine?” Clint teases as he pulls out his cock.

“Everyone expects that from you,” Tony snarks as you lick up the underside of Clint’s shaft.

“That’s quite enough out of you,” Clint growls, grabbing Tony’s hair and thrusting his cock straight into Tony’s mouth.

“It’s the most dominant you’ve ever seen Clint, and it’s quite the turn-on.  You lick over his balls as Clint starts thrusting into Tony’s mouth.  Tony moans and looks up at Clint, completely submitting to the other man, and Clint bites his lip as he watches both of you.  You suck on his balls and when he finally releases Tony you take over sucking Clint’s cock as Tony coughs and catches his breath.

The two of you start working Clint’s cock in tandem, moving your heads up and down his shaft and kissing over the length.  You take turns sucking it while the other licks over his balls.  Clint leans back against the door and groans as his cock twitches and leaks.  He starts to buck his hips almost out of his control and his hands ball into fists uselessly at his sides.  “Fuck,” he groans.  “Oh fuck… gonna.”

You take the lead, dropping your head down on his cock, so you take his whole length in one go.  He groans, jerking forward a little and he releases, spilling down your throat.  You swallow the thick salty liquid with a hum.

When his cock stills you pull back and get up straightening yourself out.

“I guess we better get back to it,” Tony says.  “Might wanna go to the bathroom to straighten out, and so it doesn’t look too suspicious.”

“Good idea,” you agree.  “I bet I need to reapply lipstick at least.”

Clint laughs.  “You did leave an awful lot on my dick.”

You laugh and slap his ass and the three of you trickle out of the closet and head to the bathrooms.

The gala ends up being a long and tiring night in the end and Tony drops you home with the promise to call you in the morning.  You then fall back into the usual rhythm your life had been taking with them.  A couple of times a week you’d go around to Tony’s penthouse and hook up with them both.

Only now there’s something else.  Now they call you to hang out or to go out somewhere with you.  You get coffee with Clint and Natasha.  You go out drinking with Tony and Rhodey.  The time leading up to the sex is more casual and friendly.  Tony and Clint move from being a couple of guys you’re hooking up with to actual friends.

“Okay,” Tony says, as he stretches out on the couch opposite you.  “I don’t know about you both, but I think we’ve been working up to something and I think I want to try it tonight?”

“You’ve been wanting to try it since we started this arrangement,” Clint teases.

Tony laughs.  “Okay, okay, you got me genius.  What do you think, dear?  Want to try double penetration?”

“Hmm… I don’t know,” you tease playfully.  “I’m not sure you’ve earned it yet.”

“Oh?  What do we need to do to earn it?”  Clint asks, perking up at the idea there might be a game involved too.  You didn’t initially mean for there to be a game, but Clint’s reaction makes the idea seem worth following through with.

“I think you guys need to go to the bedroom, get naked and wait for further instruction,” you say.  “Maybe kneeling on the floor.”

Both Tony and Clint sit up straight and look at each other expectantly.  “I think we might need to discuss limits if this is the direction we’re going in,” Tony suggests.

“We can do that,” you agree.  “But I wasn’t exactly planning to spank you or anything.”

“You can if you want,” Clint says quickly.

“Alright, Link, calm down,” Tony chuckles.  “Maybe we don’t do that kind of thing tonight.  We can make a list and talk about it later.  Tonight, if little miss bossy wants to order us around a little, we can do that.  But let's keep it light.”

“But we’ll make the list?” Clint says hopefully.

You giggle.  “Yeah, Clint.  We can make the list.”

He jumps up excitedly and gestures to Tony.  “Come on.  We have orders to follow.”

Tony laughs and winks at you before following Clint to the bedroom.  You take a moment to tidy up, just so they have to wait for you.  When you get to the bedroom, Clint and Tony are both naked and kneeling in front of the bed.  “Right where I want you,” you tease as you move in front of them.

Clint is already half hard and he looks up at you expectantly as you step in front of them both.  Tony on the other hand looks like he might break at any moment - almost as if the contingency of his playing, relies completely on the rules.

“Shall I put on a little show for you both?” you ask.

“I thought we had to earn it - not you?” Tony teases.

“I’ll still make you both work for it,” you say, inching the hem of your skirt up.

“Then, please,” Tony says.  “We’d love a show.”

You start to dance to unheard music, slowly and sensually rolling your hips and running your hands from your breasts to between your legs.  You grind against your hand and shimmy out of your dress.  You turn away from them and bend over, running your hands down between your thighs, before straightening up again and unfastening your bra.  You toss it off and turn slowly, covering your breasts with your hands.

Clint’s hands are clenched on his thighs as he watches you dance, while Tony wears a smirk on his face.  “You are quite the tease, sweet thing,” he teases.

You run your fingers through Clint’s hair.  “You love it.”

You spin around again and show them your ass as you drag your panties down, you spread your legs giving them a view of your ass and pussy.  You look at them from between your legs and start graphically fingering your cunt, thrusting two fingers in and stretching them apart so they can see you opened wide for them.

“Fuck,” Clint groans.

You turn around and sit on the edge of the bed with your legs spread.  “Clint, I want you to go down on me and while I do, Tony’s going to blow you.  You’re not allowed to come but you have to make me come.”

“Shit,” he curses as he scrambles forward.  “Yes, ma’am.”

He quickly ducks his head between your legs and starts sloppily sucking on your pussy.  Tony crawls forward and practically lies down in the gap between Clint and the bed and starts sucking Clint’s cock.

You watch them below you, Clint greedily sucking on your pussy and Tony languidly bobbing his head up and down on Clint’s cock.  You moan as a sudden gush of fluids floods your cunt, dripping down the insides of your legs.  The moan from Clint only adds to your arousal and when he thrusts two fingers inside you, they enter you with a graphic squelch.  His fingers curl as he pumps them in and out of you at a frantic rate.  Your legs tremble and you start breathing heavily, yet you can’t take your eyes off the men below you.

Clint mewls into your cunt and his arms flex and tremble as he tries to keep himself together.  The closer he gets to his climax the more frantically he tries to get you to reach yours.  He nips at your clit and grinds his fingers into your g-spot.  Your orgasm crashes down on you, making every muscle clench at once, almost painfully, and then release as your cunt gushes onto Clint’s face.  He moans and pulls back gripping your thighs.  “Stop, Tony. Tones… stop.”

Tony releases Clint’s cock and sits up.  “Did we earn it yet?”

You laugh softly in a post-orgasmic haze.  “Yeah.  I think you earned it.”

Tony gets up and grabs some condoms and lube and tosses them on the bed.  “Where are you going, Clint?”

“Ass,” he said.  “Just because the prep time will stop me from jizzing immediately.”

“God, you guys,” you snark.  “Your dirty talk is amazing.”

Tony laughs and pounces on you, pushing you back on the bed and kissing you passionately.  You squeal and laugh into his lips, rolling you both over so that you’re on top.  As the two of you kiss, Clint moves beside you and wraps his hand around Tony’s cock, and pumps it up and down.  He grabs a condom and rolls it down on Tony’s shaft before guiding his cock into your cock.  You’re so wet that he slides in quickly and bottoms out.  You mewl and clench around him, throwing your head back.  Tony grips your hips and begins to suck on one of your tits as he slowly thrusts up into you.

Beside you, Clint spreads your ass cheeks and the cold viscous lube dribbles down between your crack.  You gasp and clench around Tony’s cock.  Tony starts moving his hips a little faster, shallowly fucking you as Clint smears the lube around your asshole.

Slowly and carefully Clint loosens you, first pushing one finger into you and then adding another.  He spreads them inside you and your ring muscle gives as you moan loudly.

“Fuck, Clint,” you gasp.  “I need you.  I want you inside me.”

Tony groans and his hands tighten on your hips.  Clint pulls his hand away and as he goes and wipes his fingers clean and rolls on a condom, Tony pulls you flush against him and starts thrusting up into you a little faster.  Clint gets up on his toes behind you and pushes the head of his cock against your asshole.

“Ready, babe?” he asks.

“Yes,” you beg.  “Please, Clint.  Please.”

He starts to sink into you.  The stretch and burn as Clint fills you is painful, but it’s that good pain.  The kind that makes the pleasure feel that much better.  Tony has spent so long getting you ready for this, you know it won’t last and you’re ready to take it.  It’s nothing compared to the full-up feeling you have in you.  You moan and clench around them both.

“Fuck, Tones,” Clint groans and he slowly moved in and out as you adjust to him.  “I can feel you.”

“Yeah,” Tony gasps.  “Feels amazing.  How are you doing, honey?”

“Good, fuck… fuck me!” you cry.

Both men start to fuck you properly.  Tony slowly thrusts into your pussy, dragging his base against your clit.  Clint is faster, quickly rutting into your ass, countering the slow measured thrusts of Tony with a frantic pace.

You start to spiral down into a deep well of pleasure cut with a tinge of pain that makes something else, something amazing.  You feel helpless between them but also safe, connected in a state of bliss.

You come, your body seizing up as you bury your face in Tony’s neck and cry out against his skin.  Tony caresses your hair and Clint presses a hand down between your shoulder blades, holding you against Tony as he picks up his pace.

You start feeling fuzzy at the edges and it’s hard to focus on anything except the coil of pleasure sitting in your core.  You come again, and again.  One orgasm blends into the next until you aren’t sure you can take it anymore.  Just when you think you might have to tap out, Clint’s hips stutter and he jerks into you and releases.  “Fuck…” he curses, as his cock pulses inside your ass.

Tony clenches his jaw and bucks his hips up hard into you, Clint’s orgasm bringing his along with it.  He comes with a loud groan and arches his back under you.

Clint slips out of you and collapses down on the bed beside you and the three of you just lie together a mess of sweat and come, Tony still inside you as his cock softens.

Gradually you slither off him and the two men throw out their used condoms.  “Next time I wanna try both in your pussy,” Clint says.

You laugh and lazily slap his ass.  “We’ll see,” you say.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

The next morning, you wake up to Tony gone and Clint cuddling you close.  You take a shower with Clint and the two of you raid Tony’s kitchen, making yourselves waffles that you eat at his floating island.

You ride the elevator down and when Clint gets out at the gym, Hill gets in with you.

“Is this still going on?” she asks with a hint of accusation.  “How much sex can three people have?”

“Quite a lot,” you say.  “You’d be surprised.”

She laughs and shakes her head.  “FRIDAY?”

The elevator shudders to a stop and you laugh and roll your eyes.  “Not again.”

“This is different,” she says, putting her hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. “You know I love you, right?  I don’t have many people I’d call a friend, and of those even less I’d say are good friends, but you… you’re one of my best friends.”

“Yes,” you say.  “I love you too, Maria.”

“Good, because if you hurt Clint Barton, I will have to kill you,” she says.

You bark out a laugh and cover your mouth.  “Sorry,” you say.  “That was not what I was expecting.”

“I mean it though,” she says.  “He’s really open and loving, and sweet, and he keeps getting hurt.  If this keeps going on, he’s going to forget you’re supposed to just be fuck buddies, and think the three of you are dating. And while I’m at it, Tony Stark isn’t exactly immune to feelings either.  He never sleeps with anyone more than a couple of times in a row unless he’s serious about them.  You might be fine with just fuck-buddies, but I don’t think either of them will be for very long.  Even if they never admit it to you or themselves.”

Tell her you’ll talk to them about it

Tell her she’s crazy and you know what you’re doing.