Fandom x Reader OTP Challenge

Day 30: Doing Something Hot - Clint

Day 30: Doing Something Hot – Clint Barton

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A/N: I've restarted this series in case anyone wanted to request.

Since I don't do smut, I had to improvise. So it's steamy, I guess. I'm not used to adding warnings.

It was a rare moment when your lips weren't locked with your husband's. You'd been married for four years, and your passion for each other was still as strong as the day you met. You spent every moment, caressing, kissing, cuddling, or otherwise in physical contact with each other.

This morning began like every other – with Clint's lips firmly pressed to yours. It was his favorite way to wake you up, and it was certainly your favorite way to be woken up. It beat all other prompts to leave dreamland and begin the day.

Clint hovered above you, his bulky arms resting on either side of your head. One of your hands reached up to tangle in the short hairs on the back of his head while the other slid up to run along his tricep muscles. You let out a contented noise at the feeling of having him so close. You loved running your hands over his bare skin, mapping out every inch of muscle that he'd trained for years to build. His hands, in turn, would caress from your neck to your toes, leaving your skin with a tingly fiery feeling.

His lips repeatedly pressed against yours, nipping and sucking as they did so. He took your lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gently, eliciting a soft groan from your throat. One of his hands slid down your side to grip your hip, pulling your torso flush against his. You gasped at the contact and dug your fingers into his arm. He smirked at your reaction, glad to know he was making you feel the way he intended to.

You decided to return the favor. You removed both of your hands from their previous positions and placed them on his chest. He nipped your jawline, continuing down your neck as your hands fisted in his shirt, wordlessly asking for its removal. Clint understood immediately, reaching one hand down to pull the fabric up and over his head. He tossed it aside, quickly returning his lips back to your skin. He nibbled the sensitive spot on your neck and you let out a moan as your hands cascaded down his bare chest. He hummed in approval as you cured your fingers, lightly dragging your nails across his skin. You never left marks, but you always got the reaction you wanted.

The hand on your hip slipped further and firmly gripped your rear. You gasped in surprise, though it faded into a moan as he began sucking on your neck. You turned your head to give him better access and lifted your leg, wrapping it around his waist to pull him closer. He smirked against your skin and ground against you, rubbing your hips together.

When you finally came up for air, you both agreed it was time for a shower. You shared kisses and giggles as you struggled to get out of bed, nearly tripping over each other on your way to the bathroom. Clint turned on the hot water before turning his attention back to you, his hands on your hips and his lips capturing yours. You hummed softly into his mouth and ran your hands across his chest. He pulled you close, his fingers gently digging into the skin on your hips. His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, and you raised your arms so he could slide the article over your head. His hands slipped under the waistband of your pajama pants and tugged them off, leaving you both in your underwear. The remaining articles of clothing were quickly discarded before Clint led you into the shower, closing the curtain behind you.

Your lips remained locked as your back was pressed against the cold shower wall. You let out a gasp at the contrast of the cold tile mixed with the hot water, and soon all you could focus on was Clint's hands trailing over your now wet, naked skin. His hands found your butt again, tugging you closer. Securing your arms around his neck, you jumped and wrapped your arms around his waist. He held you close, stepping closer to the wall. His kisses trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking here and there. Your fingers tangled in his short locks and you returned the favor, nibbling on the skin where his shoulder met his neck.

He groaned in response, raising his head and returning his lips to yours. You moaned against his mouth as his hips rubbed against yours. He dragged his nails across your thigh, leaving light marks from your hip to your knee. You tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him close.

After the shower, it took longer than needed to get dried off and return to your room.

"Clint," you protested weakly, placing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to pry his lips off your neck. "Babe, if you keep going, we'll need another shower."

He chuckled but complied, stepping away long enough for you to slip out of the bathroom in a towel. He followed quickly, his hands catching your hips as you stood in front of the dresser, fishing for clothes. You pulled out a tank top and shorts, not bothering with a bra or panties. You didn't get a chance to change as Clint spun you around, kissing you lovingly. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, your clean clothes falling to the floor, forgotten. He bent down and hooked an arm under your legs, his other arm securely holding your back. He lifted you bridal style and carried you back to bed, lying you down on the tussled comforter and hovering above you. Your wet locks soaked the pillowcase beneath you, but your cares were elsewhere. Your fingers tangled in his hair and traveled down his face, neck, and chest. One of his arms rested beside your head, supporting his weight while the other gently trailed down your side, leaving goosebumps on your skin. All thoughts of getting up and doing something productive were pushed aside as you lost yourself in his touch. Moans and groans filled the air as the rest of the day was spent rolling around between the sheets.