A/N: Clint is single here. Also this one is smutty, so be warned.
Written for: ilovedaryldixonxxxme. February 5th, 2018 Clint/Beth, smut fic.
'I guess I can mark "sleep with an Avenger" off my bucket list,' Beth thought.
She didn't actually have a bucket list; they were too morbid. If she did have one, though, sleeping with Clint Barton probably wouldn't have been on it. Steve Rogers, maybe, but as fate would have it, Hawkeye was the one she ended up with.
Not that it bothered her. On the contrary, this was the most turned on Beth had ever been in her life, and they hadn't even undressed yet. Clint had her against the wall- he'd told her to call him that before kissing the life out of her- his muscular body pressing deliciously against her softer, more slender frame. He was just the right height for her to kiss without getting on tip-toes, and his rough hands spread fire through her skin wherever he touched.
The kiss turned rough as he pressed his tongue in. She ran her hands down his back to his ass and moaned deep in her throat. Damn, he had a great ass. She'd always been more a chest and arms girl herself, but he might make her reconsider. He reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra. Getting her shirt over her head, it fell to the floor at her feet, leaving her chest bared to his eyes. He took a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking until she was sure she'd come from the stimulation alone. He pinched her other nipple making her gasp. Lifting his head he dragged her away from the wall to the bed, throwing her down.
He stripped down quickly, and she almost wished he hadn't. His body was amazing, and she would've liked a little show. He went for her skirt next, jerking hard on the skin tight fabric.
"Wait," Beth said, fumbling for the zipper. "I like this skirt."
He waited for her to slid it off, leaving her in blue lace panties. He licked his lips. "You like those, too?"
She shrugged. "I have more."
He ripped it aside and lifted her lower half in the air. Pressing his thick cock at the base of her entrance, he stopped short of thrusting in, waiting for her to give the okay. Beth tried to speak, but her throat was closed. She nodded instead and sighed happily when he got the message and pushed inside her.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, thrusting in deeper. "Fucking good and tight."
"You… feel good… too…" She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He chuckled. "You think that's good, just you wait."
She did wait, but not for long. Clint was the farthest thing from a selfish lover and he gave Beth all he had as she screamed herself hoarse. She grabbed a pillow to muffle her shrieks as he pounded into her, hitting her g-spot again and again. At one point, their position changed, with Clint seated on the bed and Beth in his lap. His biceps bulged as he held her steady. She would've grabbed onto them, but his shoulders made for perfect leverage. He was so solid and strong, it drove her crazy. It pushed her over the edge twice before he finally found his release. He growled as he came, pumping seed into the condom he'd gotten on at some point.
"Holy shit," Beth muttered, falling limp against him.
"I agree," said Clint. He pulled out slowly, allowing Beth a few minutes to catch her breath before laying back and letting her roll off him.
They sat there staring at each other, legs hanging off the bed and chests heaving. Beth wanted to say something, but the right words wouldn't come. Clint opened his mouth and almost spoke, but stopped at the first syllable. She took his hand and rubbed his knuckles, the way her parents always did. Strange how fitting an action it was.
After a while, when the afterglow wore off and Beth felt like she could move again, she said what she hoped was on both their minds. "Round two?"
Clint licked his lips. "Thought you'd never ask."