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kathierif_ficTitle: Zap
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Fandom: MCU/Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Thor/Jane Foster
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Summary: Maybe Clint had just forgotten that Thor was the God of Thunder. And that he controlled thunder. And lightning.
A/Ns: For kink_bingo, prompt "electricity".
Maybe, Clint thought, his spine arching and his heart beating sharply in his chest, he was careless, stupid and a bit of a masochist.
Maybe he'd just forgotten that Thor was not just this slightly weird dude hanging out with them at Stark's Tower whenever he wasn't with Dr. Foster, but that he was the God of Thunder.
And thunder and lightning usually came together, or at least close to each other.
If he was honest, it wasn't something he'd considered when he'd accepted Thor's offer to spend some time with him and Jane. He'd expected weird science talk, talk about great dangerous adventures hunting down animals he'd never heard of, enough food to keep an army happy, and he'd expected to make up some sort of excuse after dinner to leave the two lovebirds alone.
He was a good tactician. He knew that. He had several plans ready even before he'd gotten dressed for dinner, had formulated several contingency plans while styling his hair, and yet, here he was, spread out on Thor's bed and completely naked while Jane was kissing him breathless and Thor was carefully sliding two of his fingers into him.
He couldn't stop his spine from arching again at the sensation of a low-level current travelling between the fingers in him and the ones Thor had wrapped around the base of his half-hard dick. It didn't hurt, not really, but it was such a strange sensation that his body didn't know what to do with it. It was good, he decided when Thor twisted his fingers and pressed down, the buzz making everything feel more intense.
A quiet gasp escaped him.
Thor grinned, and Jane let out an amused chuckle and leaned down, to take one of his nipples in her mouth and suck.
"I will not do that for you," Thor murmured, but he bent over and kissed the back of Jane's neck. "Jane assures me that lightning and a human's chest are two things best kept apart."
Clint made a questioning sound, and Jane's head popped up. "If he touched your chest," she explained, her voice taking on a lecturing quality that Clint knew all too well from Tony and Bruce, while her fingers brushed against his nipples, to indicate where exactly she meant, "the current would go straight through your heart."
"We do not wish to harm you," Thor seriously added. "For you are a most trusted brother and friend."
He didn't give Clint any opportunities to reply and pushed a third finger into him, and Clint could feel the electricity crawl along his skin, could feel that it had gotten stronger.
Blood was loudly pounding in his ears. His muscles twitched when Thor's fingers did, and he was unable to stop them.
All he could do was ride it out, let go of his fear and trust Thor not to accidentally electrocute him.
He was fully hard now, and Thor gave a satisfied hum and ran his fingertips up his length.
A feeling of static followed after his touch, like a silk scarf against rough skin, and Clint moaned softly at the sensation.
"Does this please you?" Thor asked him and repeated the move.
"Yeah, it does," he managed to reply. Thor laughed and pulled his fingers away for long enough to find a condom and roll it down Clint's length.
"Would you do the honors?" he asked politely. Clint frowned in confusion, but after only a second she needed to process Thor's words, Jane was scrambling up and straddling Clint, kissing Thor with her head turned toward her shoulder and Thor leaning over her while she was sinking down on Clint's length, her fingernails leaving red marks on Clint's stomach.
Thor's fingers were pressing down against that little spot inside Clint, small jolts of electricity buzzing against Clint's nerve endings and setting his body even more on fire than the tight wetness of Jane's body.
Jane let out a groan of her own. "Are condoms conductive to electricity, what do you think?" she asked, but it sounded like a rhetorical question to Clint, so he didn't answer.
He had his hands full with trying not to come on the spot.
"Shall we find out?" Thor murmured, his voice dropping into a deeper register. "Clint?"
Clint managed an affirmative sound that ended in a disappointed groan when Thor removed his fingers from Clint's ass.
"Oh yeah, definitely," Jane breathlessly replied and fucked herself on Clint. "Definitely."
"Patience, my lady," Thor rumbled. His voice sounded like distant thunder, and when Clint forced his eyes open again, he saw the focused expression on Thor's face, the way his eyes were half-closed and his tongue was peeking out from the corner of his mouth.
It made Clint giggle, the sound a little hysteric and a little breathless, and then, Jane clenched around him and Thor spread his legs a little farther apart, and the giggle turned into a moan.
"Last chance," Jane murmured, her fingers rubbing circles into Clint's skin.
"I think that train has long gone," Clint replied and lifted his hips helpfully when Thor's hand gripped his hip.
"Doesn't mean that you can't jump out of it," Jane pointed out and moved slowly, pulling herself off of him and sinking back down.
"I think I'm good," Clint told her, and then, Thor was there, hot and hard and slick, his dick stretching Clint in a different way than his fingers had done, and with penetration came the low buzz of the electrical current, skating along Clint's nerve endings and leaving him trembling.
Thor gave him a long moment to get used to the sensation, moving gently in and out of him and letting his hands rest against Clint's hips. His thumbs were stroking the hollow there, and Clint slowly released the breath he'd been holding and melted into the touch, his hips moving in counterpoint to Thor's and Jane's.
"Yes," Thor murmured encouragingly and leaned forward, to press his lips to the back of Jane's neck. "I wish to see you kiss," he then said, his voice full of command and the certain knowledge that they would accomodate his wishes.
Jane bent down immediately, her hands coming to rest in the spikes of Clint's hair and her mouth hot and wet on Clint's.
His eyes drifted shut again, and even if he had watched Thor, he wouldn't been able to see what he was doing due to Jane's body, but he could feel the buzzing static growing stronger, and he could feel Thor's hand press against Jane where they were joined, his thumb brushing against the little bundle of nerves and his fingers tracing both of them, his other hand pressing into the sheet to keep his balance.
And then, Clint could feel it - the strong current that ran from where Thor's dick was rubbing against his prostate straight through him to where Thor's fingers were touching him and Jane.
His hips twitched instinctively, pushing sharply into Jane, who met him thrust for thrust, her fingers tangled in his hair, her eyes closed and her breath coming in short gasps.
She was feeling it too, the electricity Thor controlled - and there was no doubt he was controlling it, playing with the length and the intensity of every single spark that ran through them and connected them.
Clint wrapped his own hands around her hips, helped her keep a rhythm, but he could feel himself coming closer to the edge, closer to orgasm, and judging from the force and speed Jane set, she wasn't far behind him.
"Let go, friends," Thor ordered, the sensation of electricity growing stronger until it was almost painful, Clint's muscles twitching helplessly with every brush of Thor's dick against his prostate, Jane tightening around him in the same rhythm. They had long given up on their kissing, her open mouth pressed against his shoulder as she panted.
"Let go," Thor repeated, punctuating his words with a slow drag of his fingers against both their flesh, and with a soft whimper, Jane came, her hips grinding down and pressing down against both Clint and Thor.
Clint bit his lip, but he stood no chance against Thor, and the next thrust pushed him over the edge himself.
Vaguely, he was aware of Jane falling to the mattress next to him, of strong and strangely gentle hands cleaning him up and tucking him under the sheet. Jane curled against his shoulder, and Thor's beard scratched briefly against his shoulder, followed by the small shock of electricity racing along his muscles.
"Sleep now," Thor told him, his voice gentle. "You earned it."
"What about you?" Clint asked, his words slurred slightly.
"It is all right," Thor told him. "I am fine." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around both Clint and Jane, pulling both of them close to him.
Static crackled along the hairs on his arm, but it was nothing more than just a gentle caress, just enough to soothe him to sleep.
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kathierif_ficFandom: MCU/Avengers
Pairing: Clint Barton/Thor/Jane Foster
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Summary: Maybe Clint had just forgotten that Thor was the God of Thunder. And that he controlled thunder. And lightning.
A/Ns: For kink_bingo, prompt "electricity".
Maybe, Clint thought, his spine arching and his heart beating sharply in his chest, he was careless, stupid and a bit of a masochist.
Maybe he'd just forgotten that Thor was not just this slightly weird dude hanging out with them at Stark's Tower whenever he wasn't with Dr. Foster, but that he was the God of Thunder.
And thunder and lightning usually came together, or at least close to each other.
If he was honest, it wasn't something he'd considered when he'd accepted Thor's offer to spend some time with him and Jane. He'd expected weird science talk, talk about great dangerous adventures hunting down animals he'd never heard of, enough food to keep an army happy, and he'd expected to make up some sort of excuse after dinner to leave the two lovebirds alone.
He was a good tactician. He knew that. He had several plans ready even before he'd gotten dressed for dinner, had formulated several contingency plans while styling his hair, and yet, here he was, spread out on Thor's bed and completely naked while Jane was kissing him breathless and Thor was carefully sliding two of his fingers into him.
He couldn't stop his spine from arching again at the sensation of a low-level current travelling between the fingers in him and the ones Thor had wrapped around the base of his half-hard dick. It didn't hurt, not really, but it was such a strange sensation that his body didn't know what to do with it. It was good, he decided when Thor twisted his fingers and pressed down, the buzz making everything feel more intense.
A quiet gasp escaped him.
Thor grinned, and Jane let out an amused chuckle and leaned down, to take one of his nipples in her mouth and suck.
"I will not do that for you," Thor murmured, but he bent over and kissed the back of Jane's neck. "Jane assures me that lightning and a human's chest are two things best kept apart."
Clint made a questioning sound, and Jane's head popped up. "If he touched your chest," she explained, her voice taking on a lecturing quality that Clint knew all too well from Tony and Bruce, while her fingers brushed against his nipples, to indicate where exactly she meant, "the current would go straight through your heart."
"We do not wish to harm you," Thor seriously added. "For you are a most trusted brother and friend."
He didn't give Clint any opportunities to reply and pushed a third finger into him, and Clint could feel the electricity crawl along his skin, could feel that it had gotten stronger.
Blood was loudly pounding in his ears. His muscles twitched when Thor's fingers did, and he was unable to stop them.
All he could do was ride it out, let go of his fear and trust Thor not to accidentally electrocute him.
He was fully hard now, and Thor gave a satisfied hum and ran his fingertips up his length.
A feeling of static followed after his touch, like a silk scarf against rough skin, and Clint moaned softly at the sensation.
"Does this please you?" Thor asked him and repeated the move.
"Yeah, it does," he managed to reply. Thor laughed and pulled his fingers away for long enough to find a condom and roll it down Clint's length.
"Would you do the honors?" he asked politely. Clint frowned in confusion, but after only a second she needed to process Thor's words, Jane was scrambling up and straddling Clint, kissing Thor with her head turned toward her shoulder and Thor leaning over her while she was sinking down on Clint's length, her fingernails leaving red marks on Clint's stomach.
Thor's fingers were pressing down against that little spot inside Clint, small jolts of electricity buzzing against Clint's nerve endings and setting his body even more on fire than the tight wetness of Jane's body.
Jane let out a groan of her own. "Are condoms conductive to electricity, what do you think?" she asked, but it sounded like a rhetorical question to Clint, so he didn't answer.
He had his hands full with trying not to come on the spot.
"Shall we find out?" Thor murmured, his voice dropping into a deeper register. "Clint?"
Clint managed an affirmative sound that ended in a disappointed groan when Thor removed his fingers from Clint's ass.
"Oh yeah, definitely," Jane breathlessly replied and fucked herself on Clint. "Definitely."
"Patience, my lady," Thor rumbled. His voice sounded like distant thunder, and when Clint forced his eyes open again, he saw the focused expression on Thor's face, the way his eyes were half-closed and his tongue was peeking out from the corner of his mouth.
It made Clint giggle, the sound a little hysteric and a little breathless, and then, Jane clenched around him and Thor spread his legs a little farther apart, and the giggle turned into a moan.
"Last chance," Jane murmured, her fingers rubbing circles into Clint's skin.
"I think that train has long gone," Clint replied and lifted his hips helpfully when Thor's hand gripped his hip.
"Doesn't mean that you can't jump out of it," Jane pointed out and moved slowly, pulling herself off of him and sinking back down.
"I think I'm good," Clint told her, and then, Thor was there, hot and hard and slick, his dick stretching Clint in a different way than his fingers had done, and with penetration came the low buzz of the electrical current, skating along Clint's nerve endings and leaving him trembling.
Thor gave him a long moment to get used to the sensation, moving gently in and out of him and letting his hands rest against Clint's hips. His thumbs were stroking the hollow there, and Clint slowly released the breath he'd been holding and melted into the touch, his hips moving in counterpoint to Thor's and Jane's.
"Yes," Thor murmured encouragingly and leaned forward, to press his lips to the back of Jane's neck. "I wish to see you kiss," he then said, his voice full of command and the certain knowledge that they would accomodate his wishes.
Jane bent down immediately, her hands coming to rest in the spikes of Clint's hair and her mouth hot and wet on Clint's.
His eyes drifted shut again, and even if he had watched Thor, he wouldn't been able to see what he was doing due to Jane's body, but he could feel the buzzing static growing stronger, and he could feel Thor's hand press against Jane where they were joined, his thumb brushing against the little bundle of nerves and his fingers tracing both of them, his other hand pressing into the sheet to keep his balance.
And then, Clint could feel it - the strong current that ran from where Thor's dick was rubbing against his prostate straight through him to where Thor's fingers were touching him and Jane.
His hips twitched instinctively, pushing sharply into Jane, who met him thrust for thrust, her fingers tangled in his hair, her eyes closed and her breath coming in short gasps.
She was feeling it too, the electricity Thor controlled - and there was no doubt he was controlling it, playing with the length and the intensity of every single spark that ran through them and connected them.
Clint wrapped his own hands around her hips, helped her keep a rhythm, but he could feel himself coming closer to the edge, closer to orgasm, and judging from the force and speed Jane set, she wasn't far behind him.
"Let go, friends," Thor ordered, the sensation of electricity growing stronger until it was almost painful, Clint's muscles twitching helplessly with every brush of Thor's dick against his prostate, Jane tightening around him in the same rhythm. They had long given up on their kissing, her open mouth pressed against his shoulder as she panted.
"Let go," Thor repeated, punctuating his words with a slow drag of his fingers against both their flesh, and with a soft whimper, Jane came, her hips grinding down and pressing down against both Clint and Thor.
Clint bit his lip, but he stood no chance against Thor, and the next thrust pushed him over the edge himself.
Vaguely, he was aware of Jane falling to the mattress next to him, of strong and strangely gentle hands cleaning him up and tucking him under the sheet. Jane curled against his shoulder, and Thor's beard scratched briefly against his shoulder, followed by the small shock of electricity racing along his muscles.
"Sleep now," Thor told him, his voice gentle. "You earned it."
"What about you?" Clint asked, his words slurred slightly.
"It is all right," Thor told him. "I am fine." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around both Clint and Jane, pulling both of them close to him.
Static crackled along the hairs on his arm, but it was nothing more than just a gentle caress, just enough to soothe him to sleep.