Their Soulmate ~ Marvel Soulmate Book (On Going)

Chapter 15 Bodies

[Posted/ 2025, April 16]

Note: 1. I'm going to slowly add in Clint's deafness, so right now he can hear-ish, but not great. 
2……. I have not written nsfw stuff since…. I think 4 to 5 years ago…. I've edited my nsfw, but haven't written anything new for a while. So sorry that it's shit. 

Warning: this chapter contains nsfw moments (not safe for work), 18+ moments. If you dont like, please just skip 🙂 🔞

Chapter 15 Bodies

Third person pov.

Two bodies molding together in a feverish sloppy make-out that has them heavily lacking air in their lungs because breathing wasn't the main thought in their minds at the moment.

What was in their minds was that they had too, they needed too, more as they craved the feel of their skin under their fingertips, palms, and any part of their exposed skin. It all had to be touching.

They have waited to long to not be.

With their hands mapping out every detail of their skin they could get their fingers or palms on, they trace and grope at the hot flesh of their soulmate like starved humans that feel like they will lose each other at any moment, even though they knew they weren't going to disappear from each other, it sure as hell felt like it to them.

This wasn't a dream or fantasy anymore; this wasn't a one night stand to feel some sort of pleasure because just by their own hands or fingers weren't enough; this was a hundred percent the real thing. This time, with their soulmate, then someone that they had a quick chance with.

Grinding her wet, hot core into his groin for some friction, she feels how hard his cock was and how it feels between her folds and dripping core; it has her carving for more of him. For all of him.

Whines come spilling out of Faith's mouth as she grinds more into Clint's cock because one grind into him wasn't enough. It wasn't going to be enough. 

The wetness between her core coats his cock, letting him move between her folds without any problems.

“Fuck.” The two moan out.

The bliss of the friction they are creating has them moaning into each other's mouths and craving for more of each other.

“Hmmm, fuck your so fucking wet already. Dripping wet.” He groans and grinds more down into her, making her hips jolt up into him, causing more moans and begging to leave her mouth. “Fuck… please…”

She doesn't know what she was begging for, but she needed something more than just humping each other; even though it feels very fucking good, Faith just needs more then that.

Listening to her begs and whines that he quite enjoys hearing, he brings his hand between them again and places his thumb back onto her clit and starts rubbing her.

Faith's head falls back onto the pillow, eyes close tight, her mouth a gap as moans and whimpers leave her mouth because of the feeling.

Clint kisses down from her mouth to her chin and front throat, giving the area some attention and some more marks.

When he feels satisfied with his work there, he moves down to her neck and follows the same route there. By marking it all up.

Faith tilts her head back to give him some more room to work on his art.

Sucking, biting and kissing the soft skin of her neck wasn't enough for Clint, so he licks and kisses his way down her sternum to one of her breasts and takes one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, please Clint, more.”

Without any thought and time that he doesn't want to waste, Clint runs his fingers through her folds, collecting some of her slick on them before he shoves two fingers into her dripping core, slowly.