* slight fem dom at the beginning but it switches i promises*
Your pov
Its been two years since you met, slowly but surely you two became close. This relationship was rather odd though, because of your jobs you almost never actually saw each other. When you did it wasn't for long, so you had ways to deal with that like texting, or usually snapchat which was rather funny to explain to him what that was and how to use it.
Once you got him to figure it out it was hilarious seeing him try to be trendy, using filters. So one night you were in your room having to live with the avangers in thr building was mandatory but you didn't mind. While in bed scrolling through tik tok you got a snap from hawkeye, opening it you was him doing ducklips with a dog filter and it seemed that he was shirtless from the angle. The caption was ' you up;)?' Blinking a couple times you tried not to laugh.
You sent one back of the ceiling because you looked like a hobo and said 'yeah whats up?' Sending it you waited. A few minutes later you got another snap from him, you opened it and it was a mirror picture, it was h shirtless with grey sweatpants. You almost threw your phone, this wasn't any normal mirror selfie, he was trying to look good his abbs out arm veins popin. He looked good, "i- ok wow so this is what were doing?" You said as you began to smirk. Ten minutes later you sent one back with same energy.
You sent a mirror selfie in your badass dragon sweat pants that were f/c and a crop top that was black, it was a just a band t-shirt cut in half. You put your hair in your cute lazy style (I don't want to use some basic bun just imagine something) and a little Lipgloss. You did a cute flattering pose and sent it saying ' where is your shirt?' You got a response with in five seconds. Instead of a picture it was a text and here's how it went.
Clint: I could ask you the same thing.
Y/n: oh please i look good, you could never 💅
Clint:...
Clint: yeah you do look good but I look better
Y/n: oh really well prove it
Clint: prove it? What dose that mean?
Y/n: prove that you look better than me
Clint: is this a game?
Y/n: sure
Clint: what do I get if I win?
Y/n: idk what do you want?
Clint is typing...
Clint: if i win then you do what I say for one whole day
Y/n: oh that's a big prize what do I get if I win?
Clint: what do you want?
Y/n is typing...
Y/n: I want the same thing you do what I say no matter what for one day
Clint: ok I'm down
Y/n: ok its a bet you first
Clint: how do you win?
Y/n: one of us has to tap out, basically saying they quit
Clint: risky i like it
End of texting, you then received a picture. Clint had pulled his sweat down so you could see him v line, and he was siting lazily his muscles looking very big. "Pffff kid stuff" you said aloud quickly sending one back of you with your arm behind your head, your crop top showing the lower part of your boobs, resting on one leg so your body curved in all the right places. You sent the photo "hehe I dont think you can do much better than that" you said with a smirk proud of the risk you just took.
