After-Mission Paperwork (Clint Barton X Reader)
Your boyfriend, Clint Barton, and you sit at the kitchen table of your shared apartment. Only a few hours ago, you both arrived home from a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. and are pretty worn out. Showers were taken, dinner was eaten, and now Clint is working on the paperwork. You are sitting on his lap, playing video games while he writes. It is a compromise for both of you because after a mission, your libidos are running high and normally Clint would have taken you into the bedroom by now. But the paperwork must be done. That doesn’t meant Clint isn’t doing something about his current raging desires. The hand not writing is resting on your stomach, his fingers occasionally dipping down beneath the waistband of your yoga pants.
“You are such a tease,” you tell him, turning your attention back to the game. But your focus is on Clint’s hand on your stomach.
You feel him dip his fingers beneath your waistband one more time before sliding his hand up your body, taking a moment to remove your shirt, leaving you topless, still sitting on his lap.
“Hey!” you start to say but your protests are lost on your lips as Clint slides his hand between your breasts.
He doesn’t actually touch them, just glides his hand barely past them then back down to the edge of your pants.
“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath.
Clint said he had a lot of paperwork so you agreed to keep him company. But he isn’t playing fair and all you can think about is how you need him to finish his work so you can drag him into the bedroom. You are about to remind him of his work when Clint’s motions with his fingers stops.
“You know what woud help me get my work done?” he asks you.
“What?”
“You take off your pants and let me taste this,” he says, emphasizing his point by reaching his fingers down and sliding them across your dripping opening. “The idea of it has been driving me crazy since we got home. I promise I’ll finish my work if you let me take this break.”
Clint removes his now wet fingers and slips them into his mouth. Any temptation to say no to his request is removed as you watch the look of pleasure cross his face as he tastes you. You lean into kiss him but he pulls back, smiling flirtatiously. You shake your head at him but stand up from his lap and remove your yoga pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked now. You toss the clothes aside and walk back over to Clint.
“You better keep that promise,” you tell him.
Clint grins wickedly at you, his eyes looking you up and down. As you approach the table, he reaches out and pulls you close. Taking advantage of where he is seated, Clint leans forward and sucks your nipple into his mouth, hard. He reaches up to pinch the other one, moaning softly as you writhe and shudder at his teasing. All bets are off now.
“Shit!” you exclaim as Clint rolls your nipple with his tongue.
More wetness rushes between your thighs and you can’t wait to feel his talented tongue there. You walk back to the table that Clint has covered in paperwork. But this time, instead of sitting on his lap, you take the chair next to him. Sitting down, you spread your legs apart so he can see how wet you are already.
“Are you going to come taste me or not?” you ask Clint, grinning as he approaches and kneels in front of you.
For several long moments, he simply stares at you, so exposed before him. Then he dives in, sweeping his tongue across your clit with expert precision. Moaning against you, he licks and sucks at your wetness, unable to resist the taste of you.
“Oh fuck!” you exclaim as Clint eats you out. He is such an expert at this and you find yourself reaching down to grab his hair as his tongue circles your clit. You slide further down in the chair, opening yourself up more for him. Clint’s moans of pleasure vibrate against you, heightening your arousal and you begin slowly grinding your hips to match the movements he is making with his tongue.
Hearing your noises makes Clint growl as his motions speed up. He knows just how much you love when he goes down on you, how much you love to come on his tongue, and he wants nothing more than to make you scream his name in ecstasy. The sounds of your gasping breaths gets louder, filling the room as Clint increases his pace. You feel your climax rushing up on you and move your hips faster. His tongue slides fully into your dripping slit and he begins fucking you with it.
“Oh god…Clint…just like that! I am so close!”
Your fingers tangle deeper in Clint’s hair and you feel him chuckle against you. You know how much he likes seeing you fall apart like this so you make sure not to quiet any of the sounds falling from your lips. Looking down, you see Clint’s eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you come apart, your body shaking beneath his oral ministrations. He continues to fuck you with his tongue until you finally break, screaming his name. Your scream fills the room and Clint leans back, smilng. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he swipes a hand across his face. Then he dives back in, determined to make you scream again.
You jump at the feeling of your boyfriend’s tongue returning so soon after your orgasm. Everything is sensitive and you writhe against him. Tightening your grip in his hair, you hold his face against your wetness, holding him there as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. The brief concern of suffocating him crosses your mind but it passes quickly as a second climax starts to build.
Feeling your fingers on his scalp sends a rush of excitement through Clint and he moans loudly, his cock hardening. But his focus is pushing you towards another orgasm and he doubles down on his efforts, practically vibrating his tongue against your clit. This effect he has on you, holding you down, drawing out more mind-blowing pleasure, is something you both love, both savor in your relationship. You are panting and squirming, the sensations from Clint’s tongue almost unbearable. But you don’t want him to stop. Only Clint can make you come undone this way. It is a power he has; you have the same power over him.
“Oh…oh god!...I’m about to come again!” you scream and feel him start to go even faster, sucking your clit hard between his lips.
Clint’s eyes widen at your words and he redoubles his efforts, licking you with renewed fervor. All he knows is that he wants to hear you scream his name again and he will do anything to ensure that happens.
“Clint!...Clint!” you pant out, your second orgasm surging through you.
Grabbing the legs of the chair, he slides you even closer, his tongue continuing to stroke you through your climax. After what seems like an eternity, you begin to come down from your high. Your breathing slows and your heart rate begins to return to normal. Clint is still on the floor in front of you and he sits back with a satisfied grin. You can see your juices glistening on his face and can’t help but lean down and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips, causing a wide smile to spread on his face as he kisses you back.
Standing to his feet, Clint takes your hand and pulls you up with him. He places your arms around his neck and leans in to whisper in your ear,
“Fuck babe…I just can’t get enough of you,” his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
You turn your head, bringing Clint’s lips back to yours and kiss him deeply. His hands slide down to your hips, holding you against him. Feeling his stiff cock pressing against you through his sweatpants, you want nothing more than to drop to your knees right there and return the oral pleasure he just gave to you. But you remember the table covered with post-mission debriefing paperwork sitting next to you.
“I should probably let you get back to work,” you sigh.
Taking a step away from him, you reach down and give your boyfriend’s stiff length a teasing stroke through his pants. Clint groans softly at the feeling of your hand on his groin, his look a mixture of desire and frustration. His thoughts drift to the paperwork and he knows it needs to get done, but he has never been able to resist the temptation of your touch. But an image of an angry Coulson without his proper files helps him regain some semblance of professionalism as he takes a deep breath and straightens up.
“Alright, I’ll get back to work…but remember we’ll be doing this again tonight,” he tells you with a wink, sitting back down at the table, adjusting the tempting hardness in his pants as he does.
Several hours go by and you resume playing your video game while Clint finishes his work. You have gotten dressed again so you wouldn’t be a distraction. As you finish your game and are about to start a new one, you hear a chair slide across the floor as Clint stands up from the table. Before you know it, he is standing behind where you’re seated on the couch. He reaches over from behind and slides his hands beneath the fabric of your tank top. You moan as Clint grabs your breasts and begins massaging them, rolling your nipples between his fingertips.
“Oh fuck that feels good” you tell him, pushing your chest up into his touch.
Knowing how you love it when he plays with your breasts, you can practically feel his grin as he teases your nipples, causing wetness to once again pool between your thighs. Then suddenly his touch is gone. You hear him laugh when you whine about the loss. Clint comes around the couch and sits next to you. Eagerly, he lays you back, following you down so he is hovering over you.
Leaning down, Clint places a sweet kiss on your forehead before his mouth begins trailing down, leaving kisses on your jawline, your neck, down to your collarbone. He pauses and looks up at you with a devilish glint in his eye.
“Ready to play?” he asks.
“Been ready,” you reply flirtatiously and pull his lips back up to yours.
He kisses you passionately, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. You arch your hips up, teasing him, and you feel Clint’s cock grow hard against your leg as you grind against him.
Clint responds with teasing of his own, reaching down to trace his fingers along the seam of your sweatpants. Slowly, he works his way up to your waistband, sliding the fabric down your legs, exposing the area that wants his attention most.
As he slides your sweatpants and tank top off and tosses them on the floor, the memory of his mouth on you just hours before comes rushing back. You can see he has every intention of doing it again and you thrust your hips up towards his fingers. Clint slides down the couch, kissing your body as he goes. When his mouth reaches your thighs, you watch him lean in, noticing how wet you already are. He sticks out his tongue and licks a long line up your dripping slit, tasting your juices through your lace panties.
“Oh god,” you whisper, begging for more.
Clint smirks as he hears your moans of pleasure, continuing to lick and suck at the soaked fabric, teasing you with his tongue and expertly nibbling at your sensitive clit. He just loves seeing you lose control like this, knowing he is the cause of your undoing. Lifting his head for a moment, your boyfriend rips off your panties before lowering his mouth back down and fucking you with his tongue. In no time at all, your third orgasm of the night screams through you and you reach down to grab Clint’s hair as he continues to lick you through it.
As he feels your fingers grip into him, Clint chuckles. He knows you came already, can feel its effects, but he continues eating you out anyway, driving you insane. When you can’t take it anymore, you pull him back up, kissing him deeply as you taste yourself once again on his lips.
“Now it’s my turn,” you tell him.
You get your boyfriend to sit up on the couch as you slide to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, you reach up and pull off his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one movement; you follow with his shirt so he is completely naked too. His cock springs forward and you lick your lips, eager to take it into your mouth. You toss his clothing to the side and rise up on your knees. This is your favorite position to suck Clint off. He gazes down at you as you lean forward and wrap your hand around his cock, using your tongue to lick all the way from base to tip.
A loud groan falls from your boyfriend’s lips when he feels your hot breath and skilled tongue, his fists gripping the fabric of the couch. He reaches down and threads his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer, already feeling his oncoming climax. You take Clint’s stiff length into your mouth, allowing his hand on your head to push you down further. Gagging, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, the sound causing him to moan. His fingers in your hair, you let him control the motions. While his hips thrust up, his hand moves your mouth up and down his cock. Clint is basically just using your mouth as a toy to get himself off and you love it. His motions speed up and you can tell he is getting close to finishing. But you want him to be inside when he cums tonight. You pull off and smile up at him mischievously. Clint takes a shuddering breath, trying to regain control of his body. You stand up slowly, reaching you hand out, and help Clint off the couch.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” you say, already starting to head that way.
Clint follows you and moves past you to lay on the bed. Spreading his legs, he beckons for you to come over, a wicked smile on his face as his cock twitches in anticipation. You stride over to the bed and slowly straddle him. Reaching down, you grab him and slide the tip along your slit so he can feel just how wet you are for him. Clint groans, practically growls, loudly as you say,
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me”
Cursing at the pleasure of feeling the evidence of your arousal on his cock, Clint lifts your hips and guides himself inside you with one powerful thrust. A cry of surprise and pleasure leaves your mouth as you feel him fill you completely. Throwing your head back, you moan as he enters you. You swivel your hips, moving him around inside you before slowly beginning to ride him, sliding up and down every inch of him. Your warm, tight pussy gripping his cock, Clint wraps his muscled arms around you, pulling you closer to him.
“Oh god…Clint!” you scream as his calloused fingers find your clit again. Beginning to ride him harder, you fuck yourself on him. You lean forward and hover over him, using your arms to move faster. With your breast so close to his face now, Clint leans up and gently bites one of your nipples.
You can’t believe a fourth orgasm is possible tonight but you feel it building already. Clint’s fingers rub fast circles on your bundle of nerves and he sucks your nipple hard. The growls you feel coming from him vibrate through you causing you to groan and ride him harder. And your pleasure is building when your legs start giving out. Clint reads your body like he always does and suddenly slips his cock out of you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he flips both of you over on the bed so he is now on top of you. Leaning down, he bites your neck, enjoying the hiss from you it elicits.
“Ready?” he whispers in your ear.
“Oh fuck yes.”
You reach down and give Clint a few firm strokes before guiding him back inside. Immediately, he begins fucking you hard, both of you close to climax. His cock pumps in and out of you at a brutal pace and you writhe beneath him.
“God you feel incredible,” he growls in your ear.
Clint feels himself ready to cum but he holds off, gritting his teeth and waiting until you are there too. He moves faster, driving himself deeper inside you with each thrust.
“Harder?” he questions, his voice low and rough with lust.
He pounds into you, teeth biting at your neck as he does. You can barely breathe and your heart pounds as your pleasure climbs.
“Yes…please…fuck me just like that,” you scream.
You are on the brink of climax as Clint thrusts harder. Your hands find his back and you pull him closer, your nails digging into his flesh. He cries out and can no longer hold back his pleasure. As he finishes pulsing inside you, Clint collapses on top of you, panting heavily from the intensity of his passion. His orgasm triggers yours and you cum hard around his cock, screaming his name. The two of you lay there, hearts racing.
“That…was…incredible,” Clint gasps, pushing himself off you slightly so he can give you a deep kiss.
Pulling away from your mouth, he gazes down at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. He runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you in for another passionate and tender kiss.
“You are amazing,” your boyfriend whispers against your mouth, “but we should probably take a break now.”
“Yeah, we probably should,” you laugh, your body still trembling from the intense encounter, “I don’t know if I have another orgasm in me.”
Clint rolls off you and to the side. You roll over as well, placing your head on his still heaving chest. He places a kiss into your hair and you sign with happiness. Wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you closer. He can feel your breath on his skin and the far off sound of his heartbeat fills your ears as the two of you drift off to sleep together.
