Purple Arrows' Bowslinger

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cb-jadejaws:

- So if I downed a bottle of bourbon you wouldn’t kiss me? - I’m happy to hear it. Even if he says this to calm me down. I believe him. Because- there’s no reason not to. I don’t know why I worry. Especially since he proposed to me. I lift my hand to look at the ring, over Clint’s head, his breath pleasantly tickling my skin. But I think I’ll just keep getting jealous over everyone who surrounds him, no matter what he says.

I stroke his back carefully gliding my hands against his butt. - Don’t tell him that, by the way. Or I’m sure next time he’s drunk he’ll try to prove you wrong.

I laugh against his skin, nuzzling on his neck, happy and relaxed within his arms.

- I won’t. Would be unfortunate to provoke ya again. -

I cup his face in my hands and press a kiss on his lips, then another, then one more.

I shouldn’t like the fact he’s so jealous it’s… unhealthy for sure. having someone that when angry turns into a green killing machine as your jealous boyfriend - soon husband - is surely not wise, and to tease him about it it’s even less wise but… I like it. I like the fact he cares so much to get idiotically possessive. I like when he marks me… I just hope for this not to ever get off hand. I won’t let it get out of control, I hope… but I can never be sure.

- And I think he got I’m yours only… -

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cb-jadejaws:

I let myself flop beside him, laying on my back, trying to regain a steady breathing pace. - You still need to be trained. A lot.

I reach down to squeeze his ass and stroke two fingers against his hole. - But you learn fast.

I push Clint’s limp body on his side, setting his hands free, stroking his wrists and pulling him into my arms. Our clothes are scattered over the floor again and the fresh sheets have a stain on them already. So much for cleaning.

- Were you really thinking of Tony? Even for a bit. - I’m allowed to ask. He knows I’m paranoid, and even if all of this was just to get me to become brutal and forceful, he didn’t just come up with this thought out of nowhere. He must have been remembering Tony’s kiss…

- Mmmh, we’ve got a lifetime ahead of us for you to train me properly~ -

I joke back, letting him welcome me in his arms, getting my hands free at last, letting me slip them around his chest, to hug him tight.

And I had to expect the question, right? I smile at him, kissing the tip of his one.

- Nope. - I hide my face against his neck and continue - I thought of him just once and just to come to the conclusion you definitely kiss better, despite his career as a playboy. Would never date someone that kisses like that. And that tastes so much of bourbon. It’s sickening. -

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cb-jadejaws:

My grip is the only support for his body now, even if he tries to stay still, I feel he’s loosing it, his legs giving in, his voice rising, screaming my name, moaning when I hit the prostate. When he tells me what to do, how fast to go, I slap him again, knowing that this will only make him ache for more.

My thrusts become erratic and I grip his hips with more force, as I’m releasing inside, pushing hard, making him meet my thrusts as I come.

- You may come. - I breath out, because he needs his permission if he doesn’t want to get punished again for doing so without my command.

He comes inside me, his thrusts getting frantic and then slowing down, just hips rolling to keep teasing me.

- T-thank you … -

I drag the words out of my mouth, and bring my tied hands to my dick, masturbating me furiusly just long enough to tighten around the softening member still inside me, shivering in pleasure from the orgasm and the friction while I cry out his name. I then let myself collapse on the bed, getting free from him, feeling the trail of cum down my trembling thighs.

- A-am I good as a whore, at least? -

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cb-jadejaws:

I think my hands are shaking lightly when I stand behind him, lubed up, pressing the tip inside. - Move.

I gasp when he slides, watching my dick go in. The angle isn’t the best now so he can’t push back with full force, but I do it for him, bending over, hand pressed into the matress, pushing all the way in, making him tremble and slide furter onto the bed, his tied up hands proving to be a bad support.

I straighten up and pull him after me, hands on his hips. I take a bit more just to torture him, holding him in position, rolling my hips to find a better angle, before I give him some freedom, hands still gripping tightly, pushing hard inside once, twise, quickening my pace, watching him fall apart in my hands.

He’s learned to tease way too well for my own good.

He slams it in, then takes it out and slide it in again and again, until my legs melt. I can’t support myself with my hands tied together like this, I can just push high my ass and offer myself to him the best I can, despite my legs giving in every time his dick forces my entry again.

He starts fucking me, finally, and my only support is his grip, keeping me tightly on place. I moan hard and high, unable to move, unable to fist properly the bedsheets or release my tension in any way that is not trying to thrust back.

I scream his name among the whiny delighted sounds I make, begging him to be merciless, and he gets rougher and faster, making my head spin. His hand slap my cheeks a couple of time more but I’m not able to make a connection between the spanks and what I did to provoke them… but it’s him the one punishing me, so I’m sure I deserved them.

I’m drooling allover the blanket, but I don’t even try to control my body, I just let him send me to heaven.

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cb-jadejaws:

My grip on his sides becomes tighter when he rubs against me, but I need lube. I pull away, slapping a hand on his ass. - You move when I tell you to.

I get back with the bottle, squeezing a decent amount of lube on my fingers, spreading him out, pulling his pants all the way down and throwing them on the floor, because they were in the way. I command Clint to raise his ass up and strike him again when he tries to move against my fingers or whines for more.

- I could just leave you like that, without touching you. - I keep fucking him with my fingers, painfully hard myself, holding my breath when he moves against them and pulling out. Because I told him not to and he should know his place. - You didn’t earn it.

He smacks me one more time, two, making my whole body jolt in pain and arousal… damn it feels so good. He pulls out his fingers, cruelly, when my body answers to his teasing by naturally moving towards them, and I moan my displeasure.

- Please, please… I’ll be good, please… - I try to push towards him but I receive another slap, hard on the softer part of my cheek, making me cry out in pain. - Please… I’ll do anything for you, I’ll lick your feet and be your complete slave but please… fuck me… -

I’m so hard it physically hurts, I need his touch and I need it now… he reduced me to a whining mess within minutes. I love him so much.

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cb-jadejaws:

Shit. This isn’t something I’d want, not ever. Because his moans, his aroused face, the way he arches his back to a certain touch - this is all mine. Still, I can’t help but picture him like that, posessivness mixed with arousal, jealousy fighting with desire.

I press against him, biting the back of his neck, hands squeezing his ass, parting his cheeks, my dick sliding against him, rubbing against his hole.

- Well you certainly sound eager to get fucked by anyone but me. How did you say? - I lick up his neck to the spot under his ear. - A whore always stays a whore?

His dick rubs against my hole, making me shivers and twitch in anticipation, hungry to swallow it inside me… and his tongue behind my hear doesn’t help my case.

- I want to be your whore…. - I moan, moving my hips a bit to have him rub against against my entry - But I’m always a whore… I can’t help it, I want to spread my legs…- I manage to stick my butt against the tip of his erection, pushing towards it to feel it force its way into painfully. it burns and aches but I love it too… just a bit, just to taste him raw. - but If you fuck me hard enough I’ll forget about my needs… yours is the cock I love the most… the only one I want… -

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cb-jadejaws:

I knew he wouldn’t mind. But I- didn’t expect him to answer like that. I don’t get to hear him to talk like that often. I kiss him hard on the lips, getting back to him, taking his shirt off, stopping when it reaches his wrists and tying it into something resembling a knot.

- I wouldn’t be asking you. - I get my hands between us and finally release my cock, sliding it against Clint’s, stroking them together for a bit. I move up, leaving the space between his legs, turning Clint around and pushing his pants down his thighs. I strike him, slapping a hand on his ass, groping the cheek roughly after. - Would you like me to watch then? Will you moan just the same in his arms? Will you swallow his dick as hungrily as you do mine? Will you put on a show for me?

He manhandles me roughly, kissing me, tying my hands and turning me face down.

He slaps me, and I feel my skin burn, hurting more when his fingers grope hard the tender flesh of my buttocks… damn him and his fantastic hands. I push up my ass a bit, nearly instinctively, and purr a bit at his words.

- I would do anything for ya… if you want me to get fucked by a whole battalion just for yer entertainment, I’d just open my legs and let them fuck me. - I moan when his hand hits me again, - But I would think just of you for every single second…every single one… -

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cb-jadejaws:

- Why should I believe you? - I growl against his throat, biting the tender skin of his neck. - How do I know you’re not lying? - I stop stroking him, pushing his hands back down again and grind against him, my erection trapped inside my pants, breathing hard against Clint’s neck.

I make myself leave his warmth, looking down at him. - And what if I said I was ok with it? If Tony joined us? Would you like that? - What am I saying?! I don’t want to hear his answer. I don’t want him to answer that he’d want it. I’m not sure what I’d do if he said he didn’t mind. I don’t want to get even more violent, but I’m already not controling myself.

He bites hard, and grind, making me lose control, making me melt in his arms.

When he leaves me, I mewl in disappointment, trying to reach out for him, extending my arms, but immediately pulling them back, around my chest, when he starts talking again.

Would I like it? it sound exciting but… no, I… I won’t share him. I would share myself if he wanted me to, but I would not share him.

- I would love to be fucked by two at one time but… I don’t want him near ya. I don’t want him to touch you. - I run my fingers up his arm - You are just mine… -

I’m his property but he is my property too.

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cb-jadejaws:

Ok, maybe this is too much. This isn’t something I wanted to hear. Of course it isn’t true- I use the last rational thoughts I have on switching on the absorber, before my grip on him becomes harder and I bite his lips, not caring if I hurt him. Maybe I should be gentle instead? Maybe I should try and kiss him like Tony- Tony.

I drag his pants down just enough to press a hand against his dick and squeeze. - Are you thinking about him now? Were you thinking about him while I was fucking you here, in his house? You want it to be Tony instead?

I am roughly stroking his dick, another hand pinching hard his nipple as I go lower and bite the other.

He gets angry quite for real when Tony is involved, I think he’s seriously jealous of him… silly man. I find his hand on my dick before I can realize his reaction, and squeeze and rubs my hardening member, as his teeth close around my nipple.

I moan in pain and delight, arching my back a bit, biting my own lips, trying to find the right thing to say… there is no right thing to say. just let instinct take over, Clint, just go with the wind.

- N-no, I want just you… make me forget him, I… I want just you… -

I slide an hand down his back, slowly, underlining every word I say.

- I’m always to cocky, sorry babe, sorry… -

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cb-jadejaws:

I’m not even sure if he’s lying, or if he’s not - when did this happen. But I’m already feeling arousal.

- Don’t struggle. You don’t want me to cuff you again, do you? - I let go of his hands to lift his shirt, exposing his stomach and chest, the shirt pooling at Clint’s neck. I mouth at his neck, biting a red mark. I’m more aware of the noises I make when he pointed them out so I feel a little silly, but when he moves against me I growl against his skin.

My hands are caressing his torso, moving down to stroke up and down his thighs. - You just can’t behave, can you? - I bite his ear. - I’ll make sure I’m the only thing on your mind. - I grind against him, gripping handfulls of his firm ass, making him lift off the bed, pushing him further onto the matress. I’m not as rough as he’d like to, but I’m pretty sure he’ll say something else that’ll make me go all feral just as he likes. He’s good at that.

I smirk, but my breath races fast when he starts biting me, growling against my neck.

He grinds and gropes, but he’s not wild enough… it wasn’t much of a treacherous thing to begin with, I need to provoke him more. I need to make him bite me so hard I bleed, I need to have him slap hard on my ass, I need him to grip my hips so hard he will leave bruises.

- It’s going to be hard, we are in Tony’s place after all, I can’t stop thinking about when he stuck his tongue down my throat… ya know, he’s not a bad kisser at all… -

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