Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Clint Barton (Hawkeye) x OFC
Another day, another mission. Thankfully, this one was pretty short: a good old terrorist hunting. But by the time the sun was coming down, Clint was already landing on his farm and making his way to the house, anxious to see his girlfriend, Khloe.
Clint walked into the house, placing his bow and arrows by the door as he walked in, calling out to Khloe. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up, a smile on his face. What he saw was enough to make the blood flush to his cheeks and "down south".
Khloe was now standing halfway down the stairs, wearing nothing but a black lace lingerie set that let little to nothing to the imagination. Clint heard her ask him if he liked it, but he was too busy picking his jaw off the floor to answer, making Khloe laugh at his expression.
Now, this wasn't the first time Clint had seen Khloe naked, but this? This was different. There she was, wearing basically nothing and obviously enjoying the effect she was having on him. Taking a little turn so he could see how the lingerie set hugged her curves and cupped her breasts and ass perfectly, she smirked at him, still waiting for an answer.
Clint was getting harder by the second. The more he looked, the harder he would get, the more he wanted her. He tried looking away at first, but the lust and desire he felt for her made it impossible. He examined every inch of her body, from the way the straps of the corset laid gently on her shoulders; or how her breasts seemed to want to jump out of their confinement; to the way her body got even more defined by that little ensemble. Everything about that moment was driving him insane and it was clear to him that Khloe was aware of it.
He was brought back to reality by Khloe's voice. She had asked him something, but he didn't know what. Focusing on her face instead of her body, he saw that evil smirk of hers. The one she would use whenever she would flirt with him and knew she would get her way. That's when Clint heard her. "Like what you see?". Such a simple question, yet it was all it took for Clint to finally move.
Taking quick strides towards her, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her with a hunger he didn't know he had. Their lips moved in sync, his hands now all over her body as hers were doing the same on his. Clint grabbed her ass and pulled her up, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, while his lips kissed her neck and nibbled on her sweet spot, making her moan his name. Pinning her against the nearest wall, Clint felt her rubbing herself against him, making him growl her name. Her hand traveled down to his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it up and down, almost sending him over the edge. Brushing her hand away, he moved her lacy panties to the side and pushed himself inside of her hard, making her scream his name in pleasure. Clint gave her just enough time to adjust to him and began to thrust hard and fast. He quickly found that the harder he would thrust, the louder she would get, moaning his name and begging him not to stop.
It didn't take long for both of them to reach their peaks, a chorus of moans and names being the last sounds heard in the house. They were both out of breath but completely satisfied. Clint pulled out and gently set Khloe on the stairwell, before going down to the kitchen and retrieving a wet cloth so she could clean up. After making sure she was okay, he held her close and kissed her passionately.
Clint eventually got up again and grabbed two waters from the kitchen before making his way back to the stairs, handing one to Khloe before drinking his in one go. In his mind, he was replaying what had just happened, just as he felt Khloe getting up, pulling him up with her and making her way to the bedroom. Looking back at the stairs, a thought crossed his mind. "We're definitely doing that again.", he thought just as they walked in the bedroom.
