Collection of Cuties: Chapter 22
Repost since this bitch ass site flagged the last version smh
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Natasha liked being tended to. Clint knew this, he had plenty of practical experience from before. He could vividly remember the nights he spent buried between her thighs, knowing her pleasure was more important than his ability to breathe. She would ride his face until she got too tired to hold herself upright, then lay back and get Clint down between her legs again. Those days were so simple, so carefree.
But even as time passed, Natasha’s desires didn’t change.
There was still something so satisfying about having a pretty boy beneath her, held in place with her strong thighs. The only thing that did change was Clint being replaced by Pietro. The boy had more hair to hold on to, more stamina to keep going for as long as she wanted. It was just as rewarding as before, if not more so, to have sweet, eager Pietro between her legs.
To make it even better, Natasha and Clint had worked out a system for keeping everyone satisfied while ensuring that Pietro stayed in place. While she was quite strong, the boy was still enhanced and stronger than her. He could dart away if he wanted to, but they realized he was far less likely to if Clint was playing too.
Natasha was perched over Pietro’s face like it was her rightful throne, kneeling above his head and grinding down against his mouth. Clint was further down, rocking into Pietro at a steady pace to keep from distracting him too much. Both boys knew to keep their full attention on Natasha while tending to her or risk getting punished somehow.
And sweet Pietro, who usually had so much to say, was silent except for the occasional moan as he licked eagerly into his mama. She was an official part of the relationship now and Pietro was absolutely spoiled by having two partners taking care of him. But sometimes, he had to return the favor. Not that eating Natasha out was a chore.
The room was filled with a chorus of moans and gasps as Clint gripped onto Pietro’s hips and fucked into him with more intensity. Pietro rocked on the bed since he wasn’t holding onto the sheets to keep himself grounded. He was gripping Natasha’s thighs, moans muffled against her as he licked and kissed and suckled to make her feel as good as possible. There was still an element of inexperience since Pietro never really had a relationship before Clint, and therefore never laid with a woman before. But he was getting better, much to her delight.
“Such a good boy,” Natasha cooed as she glanced down and reached behind her to run a hand through Pietro’s hair.
“Thanks,” Clint huffed out, cheeks red from exertion since they had all been going at it for quite a while already.
Natasha shot Clint a look that had him blushing darker, pace stuttering for a moment and making Pietro whine and shift his hips. She always got a bit of a thrill seeing how easily she could affect both boys. And while she recognized and respected that Clint was more dominant in this relationship than he was in the past, sometimes it was fun to tease and call back to their previous roles.
“You’re a good boy too,” she said with a smirk before leaning forward and tugging Clint in for a kiss.
Pietro was able to hear them practically making out above him, and that only added to his burning arousal. He already came once, the signs of it drying and tacky on his lower belly, but he never went soft. And with how Clint just kept fucking him and Natasha kept showering him with praise, he felt close to coming again. His face was covered with slick from Natasha, his senses completely surrounded with her, and he absolutely loved it.
“But I still want you to make him come again before you get to come. Got it?” Natasha’s tone gave no room for argument.
Clint just groaned and nodded, shifting his angle and picking up his pace again. Pietro was trapped between them and as content as could be, squirming against the sheets as he chased his second orgasm. The power Natasha had over them was absolutely intoxicating. Pietro would never think less of Clint for bowing to her, very few people could ever say no to any of her commands.
Pietro lost track of time, and of his body. He focused on Natasha as well as he could, tongue never tiring as he licked into her and pressed his nose against her clit as he tried to taste every inch of her. Pleasure growing in his lower belly was a second thought to making sure Natasha came again too, and he moaned happily as she spilled over his face again and her thighs tightened around his head.
Clint was growing desperate as he tried to hold back from his own orgasm. He didn’t think it was very fair that his partners both got to come twice while he only got to once, but he also knew that was the whole point of their dynamic. Pietro was spoiled and Natasha was obeyed while Clint made sure they were both happy.
But finally, finally, a murmured compliment from Natasha and a tug on his hair had Pietro whining as he came again. Clint made a choked noise as the boy tightened up around him, then he was right there with his own orgasm. He spilled into Pietro before slumping forward and panting for breath, feeling weak after going at it for so long. Natasha, of course, seemed just fine. She pet Clint’s head gently as her breath leveled out, then slid aside so Pietro could breathe normally.
Pietro immediately grumbled and reached out for Natasha, never wanting either of his partners to be very far. Both Clint and Natasha rearranged themselves so they were laying on either side of Pietro, cuddled up close and peppering kisses all over his face and head. He managed a soft breathless giggle before it faded to a soft hum, eyes closed as he smiled and soaked up the attention.
You did real well, baby,” Clint murmured as he pressed a final kiss to Pietro’s cheek before getting up.
“Shh, it’s okay. He’ll be right back,” Natasha reassured him when Pietro whined and tried to reach out for Clint. “You’re a good boy, you can wait.”
Clint soon returned with a damp rag and wiped everyone down since post-sex stickiness was never very comfortable. Then he tossed the rag aside to be dealt with later before laying down again and cuddling up close. Pietro settled again when he was properly cuddled, finally blinking his eyes open and glancing between the two.
“Thank you,” he said softly, still struggling with how to process and convey positive emotions.
“You never have to thank us for loving you.” Clint gave Pietro a proper kiss, soft and sweet and full of all the love that was impossible to put into words.
“But, you’re more than welcome.” Natasha kissed Pietro too, both her and Clint wanting to ensure that their sweet boy felt loved.
And he did. Pietro closed his eyes again, still smiling, and settled down to nap. They could all use a nap after what felt like a marathon of sex. Clint dozed off soon after Pietro, tucked up close with the boy’s head on his chest. Natasha watched them for a few minutes, an adoring smile on her face. She felt so lucky to have them both, to be able to love them and be loved in return.
Natasha felt safe as she fell asleep with her two partners, safer than she ever had before. And she knew she finally found where she belonged.