Clint One Shots

♡ Who to Love 2 - Clint vs Steve

Clint hasn't let go of your hand the whole way back to the hotel, he squeezes your fingers and drags you into the lift.

"Y/n" he groans and dives on your lips.

He kisses down your neck and pulls a leg up around his waist. You moan as grinds his hips into you. His hard on pushing at you fast, you moan again when he nips at your neck.

"Wanted to do this for so long" he moans into your ear and pulls back.

"Your my best friend and I've been in love with you since the day we met" your eyes widen at his statement.

"You never said" you mumble, he sighs and pecks at your lips.

"Honey, I couldn't tell you. I saw how in love with Steve you were, but now. Now there's just you and me and God I love you so much" the door opens and he walks quickly to the room, tugging you along.

When the door closes, he stands and looks at you. His chest heaving and his eyes wild. When he steps into you, your eyes close, waiting for him to kiss you. But a thumb rubs over your lips, making you open your eyes. He's smiling.

"I love you" he says quietly.

"I think..I think I love you too" you tell him honestly.

You remember the kiss to his cheek, the way you couldn't stop checking him out and everything in between those moments. He was your person, your safe place, he had always been there for you. He was your forever, you realise. You smile and move your hands around your back, unzipping the dress you had on. It falls to the floor and he gulps, his eyes coming back to your face after looking at your body.

"Honey, are you sure?" you nod and step forward.

"I'm sure about you, always have been" you undo his tie and slip off his coat.

You start on the buttons of his shirt, popping them one at a time. His fingers tilt your chin up, his lips pressing to yours. While he kisses you, you push his shirt off his body and down his arms. You rub over his toned chest, the feel of small scars under your fingers. He groans when your nails scrape his skin, goose bumps covering him as you reach his pants. His belt clinks as you tug it off and unzip him. He stops you and backs you up towards the bed. He sits you down and removes your shoes and his own, his pants drop and he lays you back.

He kisses up your stomach and neck, finding your lips before heading back down. His fingers pull at the straps of your bra, sliding it down and off. His lips keep moving down, your underwear disappearing. You gasp and writhe when his tongue parts your folds, his finger tips circling and pinching at your nipples. You grip his hair and push up into his mouth, riding against his tongue. He pins your hips down and tortures your clit deliciously, his moans and grunts are music to your ears. He pulls back to look at your face, his thumb swirling your clit. He watches you writhe, gripping at your own breasts while he keeps playing.

"Clint, please" you beg and he dives back in.

He pushes two fingers in and curls them against your walls, matching his speed to his tongue. You pant, hips popping, moaning his name.

"Oh fuck!" your body shudders and you cum, Clint moans when you coat his mouth.

You lay back panting, Clint crawls up your body pushing his boxers down as he moves. He settles between your legs, kissing your neck and chest as you come back to him. He smiles when your eyes clear.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that to you" he laughs when you huff at him.

"Really? I couldn't tell" you laugh and he kisses you.

His hair feels like silk when you run your fingers through it, his lips warm and soft. You feel his hand disappear between your bodies, lining himself up and pushing forward into you. His body tenses as he sits himself completely within you, his teeth gritted as he holds himself together.