A/N: Clint is single here. Also this one is smutty, so be warned.
Written for: emuforhumanrights. February 4th, 2018 Clint/Daisy, "I love when you're rough."
Sex for Clint and Daisy was never planned, not since the first time she straddled him in Coulson's safe house after one too many drinks. Ever since that night, they met up several times a month, schedule permitting, and fucked each other's brains out until the sun came up. Oftentimes after as well.
That night, six months into the affair, they met at one of the many Marriott hotels peppered across the Midwest. It had been three weeks since their last encounter, owing in no small part to the big climatic alien threat that nearly destroyed the universe. They skipped dinner and headed back to their room. That was how Clint found himself on the bed with his pants off and his cock in Daisy's mouth.
He groaned and clutched the sheets as she lapped away at his shaft. She fondled his balls and left nail marks on his inner thigh. It stung, but he didn't care. He loved when she was rough. Her tongue and her hands worked their magic and before Clint knew it, he was in the throes of orgasm. She swallowed and climbed on top of him, leaving wet kisses on his abs and chest. He grabbed her around the waist, making her giggle. He'd learned all her ticklish spots weeks ago when they decided to experiment with handcuffs. Boy, what a night that had been. Just thinking about it made Clint hard again.
"So how've you been?" Daisy asked. Small talk was not uncommon for them in the quieter moments.
"Hanging in there," he said. "Things have been pretty quiet since Thanos."
"Yeah, they have," she agreed.
"Mostly back to the small stuff these days. Spy rings, traffickers."
"Assassination plots."
"Yup."
There was a certain irony to international terrorism being a comfortable norm in his life, but now was not the time to ponder such things. He leaned in and kissed Daisy, his lips massaging hers until she poked her tongue into his mouth and rolled on top of him. She grinded into his cock, bringing him back to full attention. Sitting up, she positioned herself to sink down on him, doing so with no preamble, just the way he liked it.
"Coulson says hi by the way," she said as she took him all the way to the hilt.
"Thanks," Clint gasped. "N-Natasha says hi, too."
"I'll let him know."
That was the end of their conversation. Daisy rode him for all he was worth and there was nothing more that needed to be said. Not until morning when they made plans for next week over breakfast, and then had a quickie in the shower.