Whoever said pregnancy only lasted nine months was liar, you were on week 39 and so ready for this baby to come out. Your feet hurt and you back ached, plopping yourself on the thick couch you sigh finally. This couch was a miracle, it was the only place you felt comfortable. You didn't know where Clint had gotten it but thank fuck he did because it had changed your life.
"Aching again baby?" Clint sits on the coffee table infront of you, picking your feet up and rubbing at your swollen ankles.
"Everything huuuurts" you moan out.
Clint chuckles, your pregnancy had not been an easy one to say the least but you had taken some time off and Clint with you to talk through everything. It had been emotional and draining but you both got there in the end. You both still loved each other and the truth about Nat had come out, the tower had been split on who to believe but Nat's disciplinary hearing had put that to bed, she had even apologised to you. Forgiveness wasn't easy but you did it even as you told her you could never trust her again, Clint was still working on forgiving her and you weren't going to force it.
Now you both just had to wait on this baby, you huff and rub your stomach.
"Come on kid, let's get this over with" Clint smiles and his hands wandering further up your legs.
"We could try some of the old wives tales, see if we can get that baby moving" he winks salaciously at you.
"Get your ass upstairs now" he grins and pulls you to your feet.
Fucking stairs, you groan half way up. So many stairs, Clint turns back to you and picks you up, you squeal and laugh as he huffs and puffs all the way up. He makes it to your bedroom and puts you down gently, tugging your over sized t-shirt off.
"I'm gonna miss these" he nuzzles your enlarged breast.
"Don't stop" you groan as he lavished kisses all over them.
"Never" he leans you back gently and pulls your underwear off.
Dropping to his knees he lifts a leg carefully over his shoulder and dives in, he holds you pussy open and sucks your clit hard. Your nails dig into his hair as he ravishes you, you were super horny off the pregnancy and Clint was always an attentive lover, knew exactly what you liked and how to make you cum quickly. His hands push your legs wider for better access, his tongue was doing things you couldn't describe if you tried, all you knew was you were going to cum.
"CLINT!" he kisses your thighs as his fingers rub through your soaked folds, keeping your nerves tingling for as long as possible.
Your head pops up and he grins at you, with another wink he dives back in. Your hips buck and legs lock around his head as he keeps eating you out. You writhe in his careful hands as you build up again, this orgasm short and sharp but no less pleasurable.
"Fuck, fuck. Clint" you can feel him smile against your skin at your cries for him.
"That's it baby, let it all out" his lips kiss you hotly as he keeps going again, this time to clean you up.
His tongue slipping through your wet lips and probe at your pussy gently. You yank on his hair, needing his cock buried inside of you. He grunts from the tug and sits up, wiping his shining mouth on his arm.
"Turn over baby" he hands you a pillow as you roll over, careful of your protruding stomach.
He lines up and pushes into you deeply, neither of you being able to hold back, his thrusts are hard and fast as you back up onto him. His hips are fast moving, cock hitting everything you need inside.
"Oh shit, yes" you moan and bite down on the pillow.
His hand smooths up your back and he tugs your hair, your head falling back for him. The arch in your back causing him to hammer harder.
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Clint One Shots
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