#clint barton x reader smut

[luvlyycy]

calmly thinking abt clint eating pussy. 🙇🏽‍♀️

he's sloppy. and loud.

his hands are pushing your thighs open as he places kisses on your swollen clit. tongue dipping into your hole to lick up your juices before spelling his name across your bud.

he has his eyes stuck on you, dark and you can't tell but he's smiling. he moves one hand from your thigh to push two fingers past the restraints of your tight cunt. curling them upwards right into that particular spot— you moan out his name, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your hands hook into his long hair.

he laughs into your pussy, face drenched— "ya like that, baby?" and you feverishly nod. you pull at his hair to rub your cunt over his face, fat pussy lips rubbing against his cheeks and your clit being bumped against his nose.

he lets his body be your pleasure device, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. hump, hump, squelch, squelch.

"mmnn.. i'm g'nna cum.. clint..— " he simply hums, using his two fingers to fuck in and out of you at a rapid pace— good hands and all that . . .

your legs shake around his head, long strands of blonde hair tickling your inner thighs as you lock them around his head. he lets you ride it out, feeling the soft trickle of squirt running down from your clit and onto his open mouth— he almost cums right then and there.

he's winning the pussy eating contest !

link for all ur troubles ! 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

[castieltrash1]

Tatianna, my love! Could you please do a Clint x Reader fic featuring public sex for the kinktober challenge? Our boy deserves to be loved, and in front of everyone lol :) xx

kinktober day 1 → clint barton x f!reader; public sex, deaf!clint, dirty talk, cockwarming, exhibitionism

“No one’s watching, don’t worry,” Clint whispers softly, stubble tickling the shell of your ear in a way that would make you squirm if you weren’t desperately trying to hide the fact you’re cockwarming him in a room of a hundred people; a few whose eyes have lingered on you in a way that makes your skin crawl. The thought of them knowing what’s really happening under your bunched-up skirt and the conveniently placed tabletop masquerading your salacious acts is both exhilarating and terrifying.

For a moment, you consider saying something, telling him it’s too much too fast, that your growing nerves outweigh the pleasure. He’s long since pocketed his hearing aids -- the loud music and overlapping conversations growing irritating -- but you’ve got a few nonverbal cues, and his hand pressed against your torso means he’d feel the vibration of you speaking if you tried. Instead, you bite back a whimper when Clint’s free hand disappears under the hem of your skirt, bypassing your pushed-aside panties to rub against your swollen clit, wet with the arousal that coats the base of his cock.

“Don’t let anyone hear those cute sounds,” Clint commands, pinching you between his thumb and forefinger and chuckling at how you instinctively clench around him. It’s not enough to make either of you cum, but he doesn’t seem put off by that, instead driven to see how far he can push you before you drag him to the nearest abandoned hallway or closet and fuck his brains out.

He holds you closer to his chest, hips rocking into yours, and your head spins when he murmurs “just a little longer.”

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kinktober rules/requests ♡

[bluskai]

ingénue | c.b.

➤ pairing: reader x clint barton/hawkeye/ronin

➤ warnings: smut, violence

➤ notes: so the reader is NOT underage when the sex starts. Also, I’ve always had the hots for Clint but never had the guts to write for him. Now I do :)

➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog 

He was everything she could ever want. All pure power and vulgar man. Not one inch uncut, all hard angles and muscle. 

But, she could not have him. 

16, naive, too young. She would never be anything more to him than a beautiful ingénue, a little girl who loved playing with fire. 

It was hard for her to keep her longing gaze discreet, to tap down on her raging hormones and insatiable appetite. She fucked Shield agents, boys, really, to keep herself at bay. But, for how long could she continue to deny herself what she truly wanted?

A man.

He knew she wanted him. After all, she was just a teenager. She was barely able to hide the shift of her hips when he came near and the downcast, lust-ridden eyes.

At first, he was amused and flattered. A man like himself? A semi-retired archer and a father no less. But after a while, it seemed she would not back down. At least, while Laura was around she wouldn’t try anything. But once they were off on a mission, she gazed at him with those damned eyes. Those eyes that seemed to whisper, come hither, take me as I am.

But he avoided her gaze and never made eye contact, he treated her as she was, a child.

Hey kid, catch.

Newbie, you ready?

Let's go kid.

She seemed to huff and roll her eyes every time as if she was irritated with him and the way he treated her.

Then came the accords, and because she didn’t know any better and she idolised Nat, she chose Tony’s side. But not based on principle, no, rather it was a childish idealism of believing that Nat was always right.

Then Nat took Steve’s side and off she went as well. When she learned that Clint took a deal to be with his family, she seemed resigned almost and to have given up on that childish fantasy of Clint and her.

Being on the run was tiring and she was frightened often of being caught and sent away, but Nat always had her back. Nat knew of her little infatuation with Clint, hell, almost everyone knew. But she was a child, as they kept saying, and it was cute.

But nothing could've prepared her for Thanos who threw her to the ground like a ragdoll and snapped his fingers, taking away all her friends and everyone she loved.

When the dust settled, it seemed that they had found Clint. He was off killing the Cartel, the Yakuza and every goddamned criminal organisation on the planet that was left. 

“We have to go get him. It’s Clint,” said Nat, and off they went.

Honestly, she was shocked. She’d never seen Clint like that, dark and dangerous. Even possessed by Loki, he still carried a certain light within him. But now, there seemed to be nothing left in him but vengeance. 

“Hey, kid.” He greeted her stoically, but his eyes held the ghost of a smile. 

She smiled back sadly, “Hey Clint.”

They told him, about the possibility of bringing Laura and the kids back, and a little bit of light came back into his eyes.

The night before the great mission of time travel, she snuck into his room. If she was being truthful, she had no idea why she did it, or what she wanted to gain from it. All she knew was that something in her gut told her to do it and so she did. 

“Clint?” She whispered softly, reaching out to nudge his arm as he lay sleeping on his side.

In one swift movement, he had grabbed her and thrown her onto the bed, straddling her with one hand on her throat. His eyes were wild and it seemed he was in defence mode.

“Jesus Christ, kid, I could’ve killed you.” 

Clint realised it was her, but yet he made no move to get off.

“Sorry.” She whimpered meekly.

His eyes seemed to search hers as if looking for something. Between them, the tension built. Years of yearning on her end lead her nowhere, yet here she was. No longer 16, and ‘the kid’. She was a member of the team in her own right, though still considered young at 27. 

“You know, you never stopped calling me kid. Even when the others stopped.” She giggled.

Clint reached a hand down and cupped her cheek, making her breath hitch. 

He hesitated, glancing away. After a moment, he looked into her eyes and sighed.

“Calling you that, it-it was the only thing stopping me.” His eyes were dark and hooded, his breathing heavier. 

“Stopping you from what?” She breathed, her heart thumping in her chest and lips parted, panting.

“This.”

Then his lips were on hers and it was just heat and passion. Their lips moulded together in a feral embrace, tongues massaging each other. Hands roaming and caressing and gripping. 

It was everything she dreamed off in her stupid little head through her adolescence and now here she was, living it.

Moaning she tugged at Clint’s top, “Off.”

He obliged, pulling off his top allowing her hands to wander along the expanse of muscle and flesh. She let out whimpers and breathy little gasps that had his cock twitching and straining against his sweatpants.

“Tell me this is alright.” He breathed in her ear, tugging at her slip.

Mewling, she nodded, looking at him, her pupils were blown wide, “Fuck me, Clint.”

With a growl, he stripped them both off and flipped her so she was on top. 

“Go on then, ride me.”

Whining, she pumped his length a few times, sinking slowly onto his cock. Clint’s eyes stayed glued to where her pussy was swallowing his cock whole, warm and tight. He groaned shutting his eyes and clenching his fists, trying to compose himself before he ruined the moment by blowing early. 

She stilled, adjusting to him and letting the slight burn subside. Finally, she started to move. Rolling her hips in a way that had her clit brushing against his pelvic bone, leaving her panting and mewling. 

His hands went to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Squeezing them and watching them bounce as she rode him, the sight made his mouth water so he sat up and took one nipple in his mouth sucking and nibbling on it lightly. 

“Fuck.”

He reached down to her clit, flicking it as his other hand rested on her lower back, guiding her as she rode him. He never dreamed that this would ever be happening. He watched her grow up for Christ’s sake. Yet here he was, battling to keep his demons at bay while he savoured this moment.

“Shit, I'm close.”

Eyes closed, head thrown back and hands intertwined, that was how they came, her first with Clint following not long after. 

“Fuck.”

She knew that if the mission was successful, this would probably be the only time she would ever get to have this with Clint. So as she lay there cuddled up to him, breathing slowing, she dreamt of a different reality where she they belonged to each other, in every way.

[sergeanttucker]

Begging

Summary: A broken shower is responsible for the fact that Clint can no longer suppress his cravings and finally makes a move on (Y/N).

Warning: SMUT!, begging, a little dirty talk, handjob, awkward Clint

Word count: 2228

AN - This is part of my 500 Follower Celebration and @little-moonbeam-666   requested this.Thank you for the request and tell me if you like it, love!

AN2 - Feedback appreciated

The training was hard as always. After some things had not gone the way Steve intended, he had set up extra training for everyone. (Y/N) had finished her workout and was dragging herself exhausted back to her room to take a much-needed shower.

Once there, she trudged into the adjacent bathroom and got rid of her sweaty sportswear. When she leaned into the shower stall to turn on the faucet, there was only a squeaking noise and no water. She huffed angrily and dropped her head back. Ironically, when she was so desperate to take a shower, it did not work! That was typical.

She wondered for a moment what she should do now before she decided to ask one of her fellow Avengers if she could take a shower there. She quickly pulled on sweatpants and a shirt and headed for Clint’s room with everything she needed for a shower.

Clint was her best friend for ages. He certainly would not mind if (Y/N) used his bathroom while he was not there, right? When she finally arrived, she opened his door and put her clothes on, which she wanted to put on after her refreshment, before disappearing into the bathroom. She made a brief prayer as she turned on the faucet and sighed with relief when the steam of hot water filled the room.

Quickly she undressed and stepped under the stream of water, another sigh left her lips as the hot water flushed the tiredness from her body. Just as she was about to reach for her shower gel, she noticed that she had left it and her clothes in Clint’s bedroom. She looked around the shower stall and reached for her best friend’s shower gel with a shrug.

The familiar scent of Clint lulled her senses, her mind wandering off. (Y/N) loved that smell, probably because Clint always smelled like it. In fact, she loved his smell so much that she stole shirts regularly from Clint to sleep in them. Maybe, just maybe, she had a little crush on the archer. On the other hand, how could she not? He was cute, handsome, funny, caring … and the list goes on and on.

After a while she got out of the shower stall and grabbed one of Clint’s towels, wrapped it around her body, and went back into the bedroom to get her clothes. As she leaned forward, a door slammed behind her and made her wince, and she grabbed the towel and held it to her body as she turned.

Clint stood there, a slightly confused expression on his face as he studied her barely covered form, staring just a tad too long at her bare legs. A blush formed on (Y/N)’s face at the realization and she gripped the towel tighter as she fidgeted on her spot. She swallowed heavily as she too let her eyes wander over him; his shirt clung to his sweaty torso, his hair was messy, his sweatpants hung low on his hips. Surely a sight to behold.

They stared wordlessly at each other for a moment, tension thick in the air around them. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” Clint scratched nervously the back of his neck as he finally tore his eyes from her body. Inwardly he punched himself. What kind of stupid question was that?

"Well, um…no.” It sounded more like a question than a statement as she squinted her eyes slightly. This was weird. Really weird. “My shower doesn’t work, so I thought…”

“Yeah, no… I mean… It’s ok. Mi casa es su casa, right?” Clint chuckled awkwardly and sat down on his bed, turning his back to her as he took off his shoes.

“Right…” Weird didn’t cover this situation, she had never seen him like this. “I will get dressed real quick and then… ya know….” She pointed in the direction of the door and stepped backwards towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft thud.

“Mi casa es su casa…So stupid…” Clint mocked himself and rolled his eyes, why did he have to be like this around her? So awkward? Unsure? Before he got the chance to kick his own ass, the door to the bathroom opened and (Y/N) stepped outside, only clad in her underwear.

His eyes followed the line of her body stopping briefly at her breasts before they snapped up to her flustered face. “I… I forgot the r-rest of my clothes.” She hurriedly stepped over to the bed and bent down slightly to grab her pants and shirt off the floor, giving Clint a perfect view of her ass.

A low groan left the archers lips followed by a whispered “fuck it” before he jumped up and turned her around, walking her backwards until her back hit the wall, causing her breath to hitch at the impact. Her eyes darted between his as he lay his forehead against hers, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Do you want this?” He didn’t have to say what he meant, the intense look in his eyes as well as the way his body pressed against hers told her enough.

“Yes, please…” Her voice was breathy as her eyes fell to his lips. Just as she wanted to kiss him, he closed the gap between them. The first touch of their lips was slow, soft, just as she always imagined. A soft sigh was muffled against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, making him hum in appreciation as one of her hands found its way into his hair.

A smile tugged at his lips when he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes before he dove right back in, pushing his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. His hands dropped from her face to her hips and travelled down to the back of her thighs, effortlessly lifting her into his arms. (Y/N)’s legs wrapped themselves around him as she deepened the kiss.

Clint stepped over to the bed and dropped her in the middle of it, he took a moment to memorize the sight of her in his bed before he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, his pants following quickly.

(Y/N)’s eyes moved greedily over his body, she had seen him shirtless countless times, but the sight never failed to excite her. She bit her lip as he crawled between her legs and lowered his head to kiss over her collarbone up to her jaw until he reached her lips. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him and pulled his body down, a sigh left her lips when he settled more of his weight on her.

“Clint…” A soft whisper fell from her lips as he made his way down her body. He pushed his hands behind her back and after a consenting nod opened her bra and threw it somewhere in the room. (Y/N) swallowed heavily as he stared at her bare breasts, his hands stroked over her body until he cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “I always wondered what you hid behind those clothes.”

He leaned down and kissed the tops of her soft mounds before his tongue darted out and licked one of her nipples, making her moan softly as her hand rested in his hair. “I’m not disappointed…”  He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flickered his tongue over the bud.

“Clint … please, I’ve waited too long for this to happen, do not let me wait any longer.” (Y/N) tugged on his hair to get his attention and earned a chuckle from the archer at her needy voice.

“Someone is impatient…” He grinned and sat up on his knees to take off her panties. When the fabric was out of the way, he spread her legs wide and licked his lips at her already wet pussy. “… and so eager.” He swept two of his fingers through her folds and collected some of her wetness on his digits before he stuck them into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Clint, please..”

“Please, what? What do you want?” The cocky bastard smirked at her pathetic whimper and gripped her thighs to pull her closer. “Please fuck me.”

Clint grinned and bit his lip as he pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, slowly stroking it as he watched her begging face. “I don’t know, baby. I’m not convinced yet.” He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, bumping her clit before he slid only his tip into her entrance.

(Y/N) moaned and wrapped her legs around him to try to push him further inside of her, but it was to no use. “No, baby. You’ll have to beg if you want me to fuck you.”

(Y/N) threw her head back with a huff as she tried to think of what to say. “Please Clint, fuck me… I’ve waited so long for this. every time I touched myself, I thought of you fucking me… please, please… I need yo…” she was interrupted by a loud moan as he suddenly plunged into her, bottoming out with one stroke.

He leaned over her, one of his arms lay beside her head to hold himself up as his other gripped her hip. He pressed his forehead against hers, groaning deeply at the feeling of her walls gripping him so tight.

“F-fucking hell. You’re so tight…” He pulled out slowly before he pushed in again. The pace was steady as they tried to get used to being connected like this. (Y/N)’s hands stroked over his body to feel as much skin as she could, after all, she didn’t know if this was just a heat of the moment thing or if she got the chance to feel him like this again.

He quickly gripped her thigh to wrap it around him before his hand went back to her hip. He angled her slightly different to reach even deeper and groaned as her walls clenched around him. “There it is…”

(Y/N) whimpered as he hit her g-spot with perfect precision. Her legs tightened around him to push him deeper into her. “Shit…Clint, please…”

Clint pressed a hard kiss to her lips as he kept his pace slow, but thrusted harder into her. Skin slapping against skin filled the room, the smell of sex heavy in the air around them. “Fuck me…fuck me… fuck me…”

“I love it when you beg…” He groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking a mark there for the whole world to see.

(Y/N) moaned and dug her nails into his back as he thrusted even harder into her. Moans and pleads fell from her lips as he perfectly hammered against the spot that let her see stars. Her thighs begun twitching as Clint’s hand found its way between their bodies to rub at her clit. He pressed his forehead back against hers, breathing heavily as he stared into her lust ridden eyes.

“F-fuck Clint…. please make me cum… I wanna cum for you, please.” She babbled and she knew it but she couldn’t help it. The need to cum overwhelmed every of her senses as her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. “You want to cum for me?”  She nodded frantically; “Yes! Please…please…”

He grinned at her begging and leaned down for a soft kiss. “Then cum for me.” He sped up the pace of his thrusts as well as the movements of his fingers on her clit, keeping his eyes on her pleasured face as her back arched upwards. Her release crashed into her not long after, making her vision blurry as her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Clint groaned deeply when her velvety walls clenched around his aching cock. He continued to pump into her to help her ride out her orgasm before he quickly pulled out of her and sat back on his knees.

(Y/N) sat up, still breathing heavily and wrapped her hand around his cock. She leaned up slightly to kiss him messily as he stroked his aching cock. His face was scrunched in pleasure and he could hardly respond to the kiss as his hips bucked into her hand. “Cum for me, Clint. Please. I want to see you cum.”

This was enough to send him over the edge. His hips bucked wildly into her hand as a loud moan of her name fell from his parted lips, sticky ropes of his cum shot over her hand and trickled down her wrist. She whimpered as she watched his beautiful face contorted in pleasure.

Clint fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving with each breath he took. He threw one arm over his eyes as a lazy smile played on his lips. He peeked up at (Y/N) from under his arm, she was kneeling between his legs and watched a drop of his cum on her hand. She lifted her hand and peaked her tongue out to catch it before it could fall, humming at the taste. The archer groaned again and tugged her down to his side. “You’re going to be the death of me.” (Y/N) giggled slightly and leaned in for a kiss.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something wonderful.

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[friday-ocean]

Coffee With Sugar

Summary: An evening alone with Clint in the Avengers Tower promises to be especially quiet and cosy. If there wasn't a question burning on your tongue. Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Warnings: Dirty Talk, Smut (+18) Prompt: “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard 

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[sleepingdeath-light]

thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)

kinktober day twenty five extra

pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

bruce banner

thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because there’s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you

it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in

like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure

or you can just straddle him when he’s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork — one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him

he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him

clint barton

thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when you’re both too tired or too busy to do anything else

it’s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other

he’ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control — getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch

clint isn’t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name

big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation

loki laufeyson

thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences

like he doesn’t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh — so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as he’s there

but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding

that being said, if you were to ask him he’d be more than happy to oblige — spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where he’s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features

he’d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh

the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him — to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you can’t get off without him yet you’re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)

and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation

either way, your climax will come on his terms and you’ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)

natasha romanov

thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood

if you’ve been good or she’s too tired to have sex with you, she’ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it — keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need

though this doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with anything — you’re still very much so at her mercy even if you’re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so

even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance she’d just lay off the punishments

if she were to ride you, however, it’s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release

as in she’ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)

steve rogers

thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if he’s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if he’s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)

doesn’t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you don’t fall

will dutifully follow any requests you make of him — though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his “of course”s and “like that?”s

and whilst he does try to get his work done, he can’t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds you’re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh — especially if you’re leaving a wet patch behind

so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless he’s physically unable to do so for some reason

thor odinson

thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something he’d happy to try with you

starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows — only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if you’d like him to do anything

trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you

well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control

of course he’s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours — successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts he’s making — may be enough to convince you otherwise

but either way you’ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it

tony stark

tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido — which would be shocking considering his reputation

he doesn’t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but he’s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need

shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when you’re riding his thighs — commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just “take what you need honey/babe/etc.” whilst he relaxes

as foreplay he’d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure you’re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him

but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him

[tangerinesgf]

Crimes Of Passion

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Clint is tired of his relationship with Laura, that’s where you come in. 

Tags/warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, cheating, language, breeding kink (this man has 3 kids you can’t convince me otherwise), slight praise kink, slight age gap but both parties are consenting adults, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, orgasm denial (only once), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: I can’t even begin to explain how self-indulgent this thing is gonna be. Tumblr is seriously lacking Clint content, so I came to the rescue. I’m not very experienced in writing smut yet and this isn’t proofread so go easy on me. Also please don’t read if cheating offends you :)

“No one can hear us here, just let go for me, baby.” 

Clint could feel your muscles relax underneath him at his words. Your hand fell away from your mouth and moans started to spill out from your lips. 

“That’s it, good girl. God you sound so pretty like this.” he muttered. You could feel the vibrations of his voice on your clit before he stuck his tongue back into your pussy.

“Fuck, Clint!” your hands gripped his hair.

You and Clint had gotten so used to sneaking around, making sure that no one would see or hear you, that having the freedom to completely let go felt strange to the both of you. Usually you had to make do with broom closets or your room in avengers tower, which was less than private considering the avengers couldn’t help but stick their nose into everything but their own business. And Clint’s house was just off limits. 

You tried it once, but had to cut it short because Laura was home earlier than expected and Clint had to pretend he was showing you the house as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside you 10 minutes ago. It had been the most uncomfortable situation you had ever been in, but somehow you got away with it. 

There were a few times you had nearly been caught, but the two of you always managed to talk your way out of any situation. And although after a year of fooling around the avengers might have their suspicions, his wife was still absolutely clueless.

Having an affair with a married man was definitely not a walk in the park, but as you were laying here with Clint eating you out like a starved man, you didn’t care about any of that. You didn’t care about getting caught or all the consequences you would eventually be facing. For now it was just Clint.

His hands were firmly holding your hips down as he fucked every coherent thought out of your mind with just his tongue, only leaving room for him. You know you should feel terrible, but how could you when he was making you feel this fucking good. He had completely ruined you for any future partner. 

“You taste like fucking heaven, d’you know that?” He paused his actions and looked up at you from his position between your legs. You whined at the loss of his touch and let your head fall back on the pillows. You could see his lips glistering with your juices in the dim light of the hotel room. 

Clint looked at you in your blissed out state.

You cried out when he slowly pushed one finger inside you without warning, lazily pumping it along your walls. His pace was torturous and you tried moving your hips to meet his trusts, but his other hand still held you down. 

“Clint, please.” 

He crawled over you, making sure his hand kept moving in the mean time. 

“Patience, baby.” the archer muttered into your ear. 

Your groan of frustration turned into a moan when he pushed another finger in between your folds. He quickly cut you off with a deep kiss. You were hungry for him and he for you, devouring each other with a passion Clint hadn’t had in years before he met you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, grabbing his hair to pull him impossibly closer to you, only pulling away when you needed to catch your breath. 

Slowly Clint started to increase the pace of his fingers and you could feel yourself getting closer as he switched between crooking his fingers inside you and pumping them in and out.

“I-I’m close-”

And with that he pulled away his hand away from you, leaving you with an extremely unsatisfying and empty feeling. 

“The fuck Clint?” 

“Only way I’m letting you cum is on my cock.” He leaned back and started undoing his belt, throwing it across the hotel room, followed by his pants and eventually his underwear

“I hate you.” 

“No you don’t” he grinned as he crawled back over you. 

“No I don’t.” you pulled him back on top of you, kissing him hard. 

When he managed to get out of your grasp he lined himself up with your cunt, slowly pushing himself into you, dragging a moan from deep inside your throat.

God you loved the feeling of him inside you, he made you feel so full. Every time it would feel like that first time he fucked you in some broom closet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier. 

He gave you a second to adjust to his size again. When you nodded he started to move inside you. He started slow, too slow for you liking, you were done with all the build up. 

“Please, Clint.”

“What do you want baby?”

“F-faster.”

“God my wife never gets this riled up anymore.” There was something so arousing about him calling Laura his wife instead of by her name. It added to the thrill of it all.

He immediately picked up his pace, rutting into you like it was his last day on earth. Every thought left your mind, except for the way he was fucking you. You firmly held onto his shoulders as Clint started to kiss you from your neck down to your stomach.

“I know you said no marks... but what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?” 

It was a rule the two of you had established to keep others from finding out, and while it was unfortunate you could live with that, Clint however found it very difficult to keep it.

“Really?” you breathed out.

“I can’t help it, darling, I just want you so bad.” how could you deny him when he was looking at you with those stupid puppy eyes. He could get you to do anything with those eyes. 

Since you could barely form a coherent thought or word at the moment all you did was nod at him. Just when he started to make little love bites all over your stomach his phone rang and he stopped all of his movements. 

“Shit.” 

“Just let it go.” you voice came out as barely a whisper. You tried to pull him back onto you as he started to reach for his phone, but it was no use.

“Just gotta check if it’s important.” you groaned at his response and fell back onto the bed.

He reached over you to grab his phone from the nightstand, almost falling on top of you in the process all while still being inside of you. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Laura. She probably wants to know if we got back in once piece.” 

“Well, what now?” 

“Guess you’ll just have to be real quiet, sugar.” you couldn’t quite place the smirk on his face as he answered his phone.

You found out what he was up to soon enough when he brought his free hand over to your clit and started rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure. You sucked in a deep breath as you tried to control yourself, giving Clint a murderous glare in the meantime. 

You were able to contain yourself fairly well until he started rolling his hips into you, making you clench around his cock. 

“Fuck.” you screamed. Just not fast enough to slap your hand over your mouth, but Clint made no sign of stopping. It was a miracle he was able to contain himself so well.

“Oh yeah, she just hit her toe on the cabinet nothing to worry about, you know how she is.” Clint calmly said, no doubt covering the scream Laura had heard over the phone. 

“Of course, I’ll look after her, always do.” he smirked at you, slightly increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Mhm.” 

“Yeah.” His mind was half only half in the conversation as he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him, fighting to keep those pretty little sounds from slipping out. 

“How are the kids?” You were sure he could see the frustration in your eyes and just asked to tease you a little bit longer.

“Okay, love you too, see you tomorrow.” Fucking finally. You could hear the words held no real meaning from the way you had heard him say it to you. It missed the passion he had when he declared his love for you.

When he finally hung up the phone he threw it across the room, probably cracking the screen from the impact with the wall of the hotel room. 

“Asshole.”

“That was fucking hot.” 

“It was fucking stupid, you could have gotten us caught.” you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing, how much that had turned you on, no matter how frustrating it had been.

“I know, now where were we?” 

“You were finally gonna let me finish.”

“Right, yes.” 

Clint didn’t waste a second, immediately starting to pound into you at an unforgiving pace. After all the build up you didn’t need a lot to bring you to the edge anymore. 

He shifted his position above you, changing his angle inside of you, hitting just the right spot with every thrust. When he started to rub your clit again it all became too much.

“Fuck, Clint I’m gonna-” you couldn’t even finish you sentence as you were cut off by another moan. 

“Cum for me baby, I’m right behind you.” 

With one precise thrust Clint ripped your orgasm out of you, screaming so loud you were sure the people in the room next to you could hear it. You fell back on the mattress, completely limp and fucked out. 

“I love you. So, so much.” he mumbled against your stomach, which was now littered in marks that would soon turn into bruises.  “Your skin's so soft... so smooth... so warm.” he rambled.

You could feel Clint was close too, his rhythm started to falter and his breathing became faster as he fucked you through your orgasm. His face was red and his eyes filled with lust for you, but before he came he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“C-can I-?” 

You knew what he wanted, nothing quite got him off as cumming inside of you. You weren’t on any birth control, never had been because you didn’t like the side effects and he knew that. You didn’t always allow him to do it, the risk of getting pregnant was too big. But every once in a while you let him, because even though you hated to admit it, taking that additional risk to your already secret relationship was thrilling as fuck. 

“Yeah, baby, cum inside me.” 

And that did it for him. You groaned as you felt him spilling inside of you. You loved the sounds that came out of him whenever he released inside you. Exhausted of all the effort from tonight he collapsed on top of you. 

In the meantime you had gotten your breathing back under control and started to play with Clint’s hair, it was messy and sticking out in all different directions. Your bodies were drenched in sweat, but you couldn’t find the energy to take a shower. 

After a while Clint finally pulled out of you and lay down next to you. 

“You know our flight doesn’t go until 12 tomorrow.” he pointed out. 

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning I’m exhausted right now, but I could totally go for round two in the morning.” He turned to lay on his side to face you, smirk plastered on his face. 

“How can you already think about sex again?” 

“I won’t be able to see you for a month after tomorrow, gotta make a lasting impression.” 

“Go to sleep Barton, we’ll see how you feel in the morning.” 

You knew he would still want to do it when you woke up. You also knew that you would give into him, after all you have never been able to refuse him before. But you didn’t mind. Even though you knew you could never truly be together, you didn’t mind being his ‘mistress’, letting him do all the things to you his wife won’t.

 In fact you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

A/N: I have written a lot for Clint before just not xreader fics, so I hope you enjoyed it!! I also don’t have a taglist for Clint yet, so if you wish to be added please let me know :)

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Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay)

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader -> You and Clint have been having an intimate relationship and it’s been hidden from the rest of the team. But, what happens when Fate throws you both a curve ball and it can no longer remain a secret?

Disclaimer: Fluff, swearing, feelings of being completely terrified of life, Sam and Bucky being idiots. Ignoring Endgame and CW. Clint has never been married or has kids in this fic. Friends/Co-workers to lovers. FwB SMUT (description is brief in the beginning, so feel free to skip), mentions of unprotected sex (be safe, wrap it up) MDNI. IF YOU CONTINUE READING THIS, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING 18+ THEMES. THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Clint was good at his job. 

He had to be. He had no other choice. If he wasn’t good, that meant he was bad and that could result in one of two things. Either, he’d get fired. Or, he’d die. If he was bad at his job, he’d prefer his exit to be the former of the two options, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t really have a choice. 

But, he was good at his job. So, it didn’t matter. 

What he wasn’t good at, however, was being a dad. Or, at least, being told he was about to become one and not freak out about it. 

You had told him three days after you had found out yourself. 

You could remember it. Being stood in your bathroom until you saw the very pink double lines appear on the centre of the stick, which made you back up until you sat on the toilet seat and placed a hand to your mouth. 

At first, you didn’t know how to react. 

You and Clint weren’t exactly…together. 

It had started just over a year ago when, after some strange happenings on missions, you found comfort in one another. It was just simple and casual. No strings. Just sex. But you were friends. And co-workers. So, you were both incredibly careful. 

But then you remembered the night in the hospital. Well, medical bay. 

10 weeks prior, you’d both been on a mission that left you more than worse for wear. Stage 4 concussion, three broken ribs, the rest severely bruised, cuts and scrapes to the rest of your body and loss of memory for the first 24 hours. 

But, on your final check-up, you were left by the doctors, alone, in your room. 

During your stay, Clint had come almost every night to sit with you. Even helped you get to and from the bathroom when the lights were too bright and your entire body felt like it had just been hit by a 1000 tonne truck. 

Other nights, when he wasn’t helping you to and from the bathroom, he’d lie with you and you’d both sit and watch some crappy old movies that Clint had managed to find. Some were better than others, but even then, you’d both fall asleep half way through. 

But, after 10 weeks, you had your final check up and Clint came to see you. 

You both talked for a while, about what was to come. What missions would be given, when you were going to be put back into the field, what he had done to Natasha to make her so mad that she came to you to ask for help in getting back at him. 

And then he sat beside you and asked how you were feeling. 

“Like I want to get out of here.” you had answered honestly. “I just want to get back to normal.”

“And your head? You took quite the hit.” Clint pushed a strand of hair from your face so he could see you more clearly. 

“The concussion has gone but I still have a small headache.”

“You know, there are ways to get rid of that.”

You smirked, already having an idea on where Clint was going with this. “So, I’ve heard.”

“Maybe I could help you out?”

“Really? How so?”

Slowly, Clint moved closer to you before you continued to lie back until he was flush against you and the mattress where he slowly kissed your neck. 

“Well, there is the usual. Yoga,” a kiss, “Sleep,” another, “some weird tea that probably tastes like nail polish remover,” another kiss. “And then there's my idea. And, it technically hits two of the three.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed as he continued to press his lips against your skin. “And what is that?”

“I think you already know, baby.”

You smiled before his lips met yours. From there, your bodies took over. Your hands came up his side before pushing their way through his hair. His knee pressed between your thighs, teasing you ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his hands gripped at your hips pulling you closer as a moan emptied itself into his mouth. 

“Let me take care of you,” you heard him tell you before his lips moved back down your neck, leaving a trail of, come by morning, love bites in their wake. 

Usually, you were both so careful. But that night…that night you just wanted each other. Needed each other, even. You let him take care of you; his fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make you want more, his lips and tongue leaving marks across your body that only made it yearn for more, his knee pressing against you before he replaced it with his hand, his fingers curling up inside of you. All the while, he watched you curse underneath him, swear to God, swear to anyone who would hear your cries of pleasure. He felt your hands roam his body until he finally moved himself to your core where he felt your fingers and nails run themselves down the back of his head and neck, begging him for more. 

You climaxed twice before he entered you, and even then, you came again. 

He was the only man who had done this to you. Others, they had come close, but it was never like this. Clint took his time, teasing your body in ways you didn’t know would have you begging for him to the point where you felt as if it was going to last forever. 

And afterwards, he’d take care of you then, too. He’d wipe away any wetness from you before handing you a glass of water and helping you stand despite wanting to fall asleep in his arms there and then. By the time you’d get back from the bathroom, he’d hand you a t-shirt of his that just covered you - but still, if you weren’t both so relaxed, he’d take you there and then…again. 

And you’d let him. 

But that night, rather than using any safe measurements, it all remained unprotected. Something that would only come to your mind after being sat in the bathroom for an hour and half, staring at the two very pink lines on the white stick. 

It took you three days to initially come to terms with what was about to happen. Even then, you hadn’t fully accepted it. You were pregnant with Clint’s baby. And in 9 to 10 months, that baby will be born, hopefully healthy, and soon enough would be an exact share of your and Clint’s DNA.

On the fourth day, you went in search of Clint. And, you found him in his bedroom at the compound. 

After giving your knock, he called for you to come in. 

“It’s unlocked!”

The moment you entered, you locked the door behind you. 

“Clint?”

“In here.”

Tony had created a connecting room for him to practise against targets so when you entered he had his arrow drawn and released it on bullseye. 

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“We need to talk.”

“I’m all ears.” 

You nodded. Mostly, his focus was on the targets so at least that made it easier not having to look him in the eye. 

“Okay, I’ll just get to it,” you took a breath, clasping your hands together. “I’m pregnant.”

The arrow that Clint had drawn and intended to go through bullseye once more…landed in the wall. 

“You’re…”

“Pregnant,” you nodded. “9 weeks, I think, at least.”

“When did…”

“Three days ago. I know, I’m freaking out, too.”

Clint looked back to the targets, not knowing where else to look. 

“I just thought you should know.”

Clint nodded before backing up and sitting down on one of the chairs beside the wall. 

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

“And I’m gonna be…”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

You moved to sit beside him. “I know. Believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.”

“Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“You’re really pregnant?”

Sighing, you lifted your hips from the chair to pull the fresh pregnancy test from your back pocket. “Pretty positive.”

You handed him the test where he let out a small gasp, covering his mouth as he looked down at the two pink lines. 

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing.” you said. “And…if you don’t want to be involved, I’ll figure it out. But, I want you. I want you to be involved.”

“No, no, no,” Clint cut you off. Despite the fact he was in complete shock, something he was certain of was…”I wanna…I wanna be involved. If we’re in this, we’re in this together.”

You nodded after a moment. It was nice to have some support and know you’re not alone in your fear. 

Clint soon looked back to the stick before reaching over and taking your hand in his. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You could see a small smile growing on his face, which mirrored itself on yours. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

A small laugh came from Clint’s lips before he pulled you closer into a hug, the pair of you looking at the double lines before he turned and looked to your stomach. You weren’t showing yet, but you would be soon. 

Gently, Clint lay his hand over your stomach before you placed both of your hands over his. 

“We can do this, right?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

It took a while to figure out how to tell people since they didn’t know you and Clint were together in the first place. But, one morning when Sam had woken up and found you in the kitchen, reading, whilst Clint cooked breakfast, he offered you a cup of coffee. 

Usually, you’d never turn one down. And always had it at full strength. 

Only, for the last couple of weeks, Sam hadn’t seen you with a coffee or even a beer on a Friday night. He also hadn’t seen you in the sparring ring for a while. Typically, you’d usually be against him or Clint and within seconds, you had them on the ground. That was a tactic neither of them could figure out. 

“Are you on a cleanse or something?”

“Why?” 

Clint looked over his shoulder to you, only to see your eyes focused on Sam. 

“Because you haven’t been drinking coffee or any kind of alcohol or caffeine.” Sam said before letting out a chuckle to himself as he poured himself a coffee. “Either that or you’re pregnant.”

Silence settled over the room and the moment you and Clint locked eyes, having a telepathic 

conversation between one another…Sam noticed. 

Confusion was the first thing he felt. Why on earth would you and Clint look at one another like you had a secret? 

“What? What is it?”

Clint tilted his head quickly. It was up to you. 

You nodded and turned back to Sam. 

“Actually…”

Sam put his coffee down and stepped back. “Wait, you’re…?”

“Pregnant.”

“Holy- Oh my - Holy shit.” Sam broke out in a smile before rounding the kitchen island and hugging you. “Holy shit, you’re actually- wow. Wait, who’s the-”

Then when Clint came behind you, laying a plate of food in front of you, and you looked at him, Sam took another step back. “Oh my God.”

“No-one else knows so, please, can you keep this to yourself for now?” You asked. “We’re still trying to figure out how to tell people.”

“I didn’t even know you two were, like, a thing.”

“Technically, we weren’t.”

“But you’re having a kid together?”

You nodded. “But, please, Sam, keep this to yourself for now.”

“Keep what to himself?” Bucky entered the kitchen. 

“Nothing.” Sam answered walking back to his coffee. 

Bucky, with narrowed eyes, made his way around the kitchen. His eyes barely left Sam. “Oh, come on, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I can.”

“Not with me. Took you all of five minutes to tell me that Jessica from accounting is having twins.” Bucky said before he saw a bead of sweat drip down the back of Sam’s neck as his eyes widened for a split second before looking at you. “Oh, my God. You’re pregnant.”

“How did you-”

“Told you. He can’t keep a secret from me. Also, you haven’t drunk a single ounce of coffee in, like, four weeks. So, it’s either that or you’re on a cleanse. And you would never give up coffee voluntarily.”

“Well, if you know everything, Einstein,” Sam turned to Bucky. “Who’s the dad?”

“Barton.”

You dropped your fork, finishing your mouthful before looking to Bucky with the expression of Oh, for God’s sake. How? Meanwhile, Sam seemed slightly offended and confused at the fact Bucky seemed to have the whole thing figured out. 

“What? She’s wearing his shirt.” 

You looked down and realised it was true. How had you not even noticed?

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But, you should tell people soon or else they’re gonna figure it out. Also, you might want to add more ginger to your meals.” Bucky added. “It’ll help with the morning sickness.”

“How the hell do you know all of this?” 

Bucky shrugged, sipping his own coffee. “I had to help a woman give birth in a small town in Germany. When I came back, I figured it was more likely to happen so I read a couple books. I can lend them to you, if you want.”

It was safe to say you, Clint and Sam were more confused over Bucky’s hidden history as a midwife than your and Clint’s relationship and baby. 

“So, when’s your first scan?”

“Okay, this conversation’s too weird for me. Can we please change the subject?”

“Can we see the pictures when you do?” Sam asked. “I wanna see a picture of my nephew or niece. I call ‘favourite uncle’.”

“Who says you get it?” 

“I do.” Sam told Bucky. “We all know Nat’s gonna have first dibs at Aunt. I call Uncle.”

“What about me? Or Steve?”

“Steve’s everyone’s Grandpa. He gets that title.”

Whilst the two idiots in front of you argued over the title of ‘favourite uncle’ before eventually coming to the decision that the kid will decide, Clint had come behind you, taking your empty plate from you. 

“What do you say we make a run for it? Someone will find them and ask them what they’re arguing about. Let them tell the rest of the team.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Slipping yourself from the stand, you felt Clint take your hand in his before you both made a run for it out of the kitchen, down the hall and into Clint’s bedroom. 

Miraculously, you both managed to shower and get dressed, packing a small bag before making a run for it and not being stopped or called by anyone. 

Clint drove you both out of town for a couple of hours to a small town clinic. They were small enough to know that they were away from Shield’s radar as well as the Avengers. And, with barely any people in the waiting room, there were no people trying to report news over why you and Hawkeye were in a maternity ward. 

The doctor called your name and you and Clint headed inside where you lay on the bed and began asking questions about your health and when you think you got pregnant before covering the lower half of your stomach in cold gel and began the ultrasound. 

“One thing I will say is that you have to be careful. I understand the professions you two are in, but where you can, rest. Try not to lift anything heavy over your head as it can strain your lower back,” the doctor gave you both some more advice before they moved to find the baby’s heartbeat. 

“See this, right here?” you and Clint looked at the monitor. “That’s your baby and this…” a small galloping sound from the speakers. “is your baby’s heartbeat.”

As one hand lay below your head, your other was in Clint’s hand. Swiftly, he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckle as you both watched the monitor and listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. 

“Oh, my God.” It brought tears to both of your eyes. 

“I’ll get you some pictures printed off.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Clint,” his eyes didn’t leave the monitor until you looked at him. “That’s our baby.”

“That’s our baby.” Clint smiled back before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before laying his arm around you, both of you looking at the monitor. 

The doctor handed you some paper towels to wipe the gel from your stomach before leaving the room for a moment to grab a couple of information pamphlets and other small things that would help you and Clint on your journey. 

By the time you got back into the car, you and Clint simply looked at the photos you had been given. From the pile, Clint tore one away and placed it in his sun visor.

The rest of the day, you and Clint drove around the small town, taking in a couple of the sights, eating at their ‘Number One Diner’ before hitting a couple of smaller stores, buying a couple of baby things. Thankfully, anyone that you ran into didn’t seem to have a clue who you or Clint were. Either that, or they simply didn’t care. That made it a lot easier to buy baby clothes and books. 

And, by the time the sun was setting over the horizon, you and Clint sat on the hood of his car, your laps covered by a checked blanket and a soda in your lap, Clint’s phone rang. 

“Who is it?”

“Nat.”

The moment Clint answered, Natasha was already speaking. 

“You’re having a baby and you left the members of Sesame Street to tell me?”

Clint turned to you, “They’ve blabbed.”

“Wow. Took longer than I thought.” You said, looking at your watch. 

“Is she with you?” Natasha asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Good, tell her I’m mad at her, too.” 

“Nat said she’s mad at you.”

“She’s mad at you, too.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find someone else to be this kid’s favourite Aunt.”

“Whoa, hey-”

“Guess we could ask Wanda?” you suggested. “Or maybe your Rookie?”

“Kate? Really?” Clint asked. “She is the closest in age to the kid. What about-”

“Hey, hey! Do not give my title away! I did not fight to save your life to have my title of favourite Aunt thrown to some Rookie.”

“You like Kate.”

“Besides the point.” Natasha brushed off. “That title stays with me.”

“What do you think? Should we let her?”

“Is she still mad at us?”

“I don’t think she can be if we give her the title.”

“Okay then,” you smiled before taking a sip of your soda. “You only get the title if you’re not mad at us.”

“Fine, hold on a sec,” in the background you heard Nat shout for Steve. “Rogers, be mad at Barton for me.”

“He threatened to take away your title?” you and Clint heard Steve laugh before the phone was passed to him. 

“Maybe.”

“Hey Clint.” Steve said. “Congrats, man. We’re all really happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

“Just a word of warning, though.” Steve began. “Tony’s already started clearing a space out in the compound for a nursery so if you two thought you’d be moving out, I don’t think Tony will let you leave.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“What is it?” you asked Clint. 

“You know how we talked about finding a house?” you nodded. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Tony?”

“Yep.”

You smiled with a small chuckle. “Figures.”

Steve hung up soon after that, leaving you and Clint in your own little world for a while to watch the stars and moon settle over the land.

Over the next couple of weeks, time was spent between telling Shield and HR about what was going on and getting ready for what was to come. Hill gave you both a grilling but, off the record, she was happy for the both of you. Fury had done the same thing, fully expecting an invite to the baby shower. You had also been assigned to desk duty and advising from over Skype. 

Clint could see you were getting agitated so he pulled a couple strings to get you into teaching the new recruits. It wouldn’t be a job that would put you into danger and it would keep you busy just enough for you not to be completely bored. 

The nights you spent by Clint’s side. Each night you’d both ready a couple of the parenting books you’d bought from the small town outside the city or what Bucky had gifted. 

Neither of you had really talked about what your status was together. The nurses at the hospital had referred to Clint as your husband, something neither of you had corrected. Not that you had noticed initially. 

Even the team had questioned it at certain points, but never when you were together. 

So, as you sat beside one another, reading over the books that spoke about ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, Clint turned to you. 

“What are we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me either.”

“Are we even meant to be something?”

“Well, we’re co-parents, right?”

“Yeah.”

A silence settled over you both for a moment before you placed a hand on your belly and spoke before looking at Clint. “We can do this, right? Be parents together?”

“Of course we can.”

“Then why do I feel so out of my depth?” you asked. 

Clint sat up, pulling you with him. “Hey, look at me. We can do this.”

“What if we screw up, Clint?”

Wiping away the small tears from your eyes, Clint gave you a smile. “Then it means we’re parents. They all screw up, right? But, if we can’t do something, we’ll just send the kid to one of their aunts or uncles. This kid has got a big family. At least we can give the jobs of Birds and the Bees to someone else.”

You laughed. “Like Nat?”

“I love her, but probably not.”

You laughed again, wiping away the tears from your eyes, your emotions coming back into check. “Yeah, probably not. We should keep Bucky off that list, too.”

“Agreed.” Clint nodded. “What about Pepper?”

“We should probably tag team her with someone. She’s a strong woman but this kid is half you, half me. If it’s not awkward to begin with, it will be eventually.”

“That’s true.”

You and Clint shared a laugh as he took your hands in his, keeping his eyes on you before he moved closer and kissed your lips. He brushed the hair from your face, your hand coming to his wrist. For a moment, he thought you were about to push him away, but instead you brought him closer. 

The months passed with pain and pleasure. 

The further you got into your pregnancy, the more the nights became restless and the pain spread across your body. However, the only thing that seemed to remain pleasurable was being able to make a start on the nursery and the fact that your morning sickness had worn off. But also, having Clint by your side, knowing you weren’t alone in your fear or excitement…that made it all a little easier. 

Natasha, with the aid of Bucky and Sam - who she sent on errands to keep them out of her way - planned the baby shower where you and Clint found out the gender of your baby and learned that Fury, Clint, Sam (by default as he and Bucky flipped a coin for which gender they guessed), Wanda and Yelena were the only ones to guess correctly. 

A baby girl. 

The moment the pink powder released from the target as Clint shot a single arrow to its centre, everyone erupted in cheers and shouts of enjoyment. 

Yelena and Sam rubbed their success in Kate and Bucky’s face, respectfully, whilst Hill handed Fury 20 bucks and Clint came to find you, hugging you tightly from behind and you looked with joy to the pink powder. 

“We’re having a girl.”

“We’re having a girl,” you confirmed with a smile. 

Eventually, your due date came…and passed. 

You were already on maternity leave, so your days passed slower than usual. Clint would come in and check on you at lunch and on his breaks. 

Your days were spent in uncomfortable pain, watching crappy movies and tv shows. Sometimes, someone from the team would come and sit with you and Sam and Bucky had taken a liking to Bake Off - it led to them sitting in the kitchen, baking sweet treats for you to try until you declared a winner. 

But, one afternoon, sitting outside with a book resting on your pregnant belly, watching the trainees run their drills on the ground, Steve came and joined you outside. 

“How are you doing, Momma?” 

You smiled as Steve stepped from the sliding door and sat at the end of where your feet were propped up on the sofa. 

“Eh,”

“That bad?”

You sighed, sitting up a little higher. “I love this kid, but I just want her out already. Come out, please.”

Steve chuckled as you held your belly and yelled in the hopes she’d hear you. 

She just kicked back. 

“As stubborn as her dad.”

“She’ll be here soon,” Steve smiled. “And you and Clint will have your hands full.”

“Can’t wait.” you said. “I like being busy. This,” you motioned around you, “I don’t like it.”

You and Steve sat and chatted for a while longer, mostly about the missions coming up and the books you had been reading. He’d leant you a couple which you had managed to finish in four days. 

But then…

You hissed in pain, holding your belly. 

“Whoa, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just uncomfortable.”

Then the pain came again. “Ow, okay, no. That hurt. Ow!”

Steve sat up quickly, helping you as carefully as he could. “Come on, you need to get to the hospital.”

“I guess she heard me.” 

Steve laughed, and so did you - which only brought some more pain. 

“Clint, I need to call him.”

“I’ll call him on the way to the hospital.”

“He’s on the other side of town-”

Steve helped you inside, “He’ll get there. I promise.”

Then Bucky and Sam came around the corner. “Hey, are you okay?”

“She’s going into labour. Do you know where Clint put your hospital bag?”

“Bedroom, under the bed.” you told Steve who then gave the instructions to Sam and Bucky. 

“I’ll get the bag,” Sam shouted, running right before Bucky ran left. 

“I’ll bring the car around.”

“Steve, I’m scared.”

“I know, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Steve gave you a kind smile that reassured you of his promise. 

By the time you got downstairs, Sam and Bucky were rushing around like two headless chickens. Bucky hopped out of the driver’s seat and ran to the otherside, pulling the door open. Steve helped you inside before taking the keys from Bucky. 

“One of you needs to go and pick Clint up. Buck, take the bike.”

“On it.”

“Sam, go and find Natasha.” Steve commanded. “Let her and the others know what’s happening.”

“Steve!” 

“Okay, go.”

Steve jumped into the driver's seat before pulling out of the driveway and towards the hospital. On the way, he pressed a couple of buttons on the monitor inside the car, calling Clint. 

“Clint, listen to me, Bucky’s on his way to you.” Steve explained. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m going into labour! Ow, crap.”

“Oh, shit.”

“We’re on our way to the hospital now, just meet us there.”

“Okay,”

In the background, you heard the roaring of Bucky’s motorbike. He had to have driven through multiple red lights. 

“He’s here now. Honey? It’s gonna be okay.”

“Just get here, please. I’m not doing this without you. Argh, fuck.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Clint!” Bucky shouted. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you replied. “Just get here.”

“Clint we’re pulling in now,”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Barton!”

As you were rolled into the labour suite, Steve kept watch for Clint before he came barrelling around the corner, not fully aware of where he was going. 

“Barton!”

Clint followed Steve’s voice in a circle until he finally spotted him and ran down the hall to your room. 

“How is she? Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What did the nurses say? Is everything-”

Steve took Clint by his shoulders. “Everything’s okay. They’ve just broken her waters so she’ll be giving birth soon enough. I’ll keep the others out here.”

“Thanks, and thank you, Steve.”

“No need,” Steve smiled. “Now go to her.”

Clint gave a final smile before entering the room and rushing over to you. And you couldn’t have held him tighter. 

“I’m scared, Clint.” you told him as the midwife came in and told you you were ready to give birth. 

“I know, baby. So am I, but you’ve got this, okay? Hey, look at me.” you looked at him as he held onto your hand. “You’ve got this. I love you,”

“I love you, too.”

It was only now that you realised today, of all days, was the first time you’d both told one another the truth of your feelings towards each other. 

Clint pressed a kiss to your lips. “Stay with me?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay, dad, help her up.” the midwife called your name. “When I tell you to push, give me all the strength you can muster, okay?”

You hummed nervously. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you wanted her to stay inside, for a little while longer. 

Clint held your hand the whole way through, pushing the stray hairs from your face and holding his arm across your back for support as you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally a cry rang out throughout the room. 

“You did it, mom. A beautiful baby girl.”

“You hear that?” Clint looked at you, smiling as he pushed the last couple of hairs from your face. “You did it, momma. She’s here.”

“She’s here? Is she okay?”

Clint looked over to the nurses and midwives measuring, cleaning and weighing your baby girl. “Yeah, yeah. They’re just cleaning her off.”

Clint had tears in his eyes as he looked back at you, pressing a kiss to your head and your lips. “You did it.”

Moments later, you were handed your baby girl wrapped in the blanket you and Clint had bought her all the way back when you had your first scan. 

Feeling her skin against yours, you felt your heart explode. 

Clint didn’t leave either of your sides once, looking down to his baby girl and the love of his life. 

“I love you, and I love her.”

“She’s so small.” 

A few hours later, you and Clint were sitting in a clean hospital bed, your baby girl in his arms as she slept. 

Wanda was the first to enter, Sam and Kate quickly followed behind before Bucky, Natasha and Steve followed suit. 

“Hey, can we come in?”

“Yeah, come on in, guys.”

“Hey, honey, how you feeling?” Wanda asked you, walking over. 

“Tired.”

“Can I see her?”

Clint carefully handed your daughter over to Wanda where Sam and Bucky stood around her. “She’s beautiful.” was the main repeated comment between the three of them. “And strong, too.”

“She gets that from her mom,” Clint smiled at you before looking towards Kate. 

“I brought you a couple things,” Kate told both you and Clint. “Figured everyone will be thinking about the baby, they’ll forget about you - and you’d probably forget about yourselves. So, your usual from Benny’s.” You praised Kate as a saint as she handed you the familiar paper bag. “Plus, a bag filled with every post-birth thing you could possibly need. Wendy has a Nurse-friend who has had, like, a gazillion kids, so she knows all the tricks of the trade.”

You smiled, hugging Kate. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and, Clint,” Kate handed him. “This is more for the baby, but I figured you could hold onto it for her until she grows up.”

Inside was a kid’s bow and arrow with an old, small carving in the top. 

K.B

And then underneath it, 

E.B

“Figured it should be passed down to the next generation of Hawkeyes,” 

Clint tried his best to keep his emotions in check as he smiled at the meaning of this gift. 

The bow and arrow that had once belonged to Kate now belonged to his daughter and when she was old enough, she could learn to shoot just like her dad. 

“Thank you, Kate. Really. This means…a lot.”

You rubbed your hand over his forearm before taking his hand in yours. 

After an hour, and lots of pictures, everyone else headed home and you and Clint were left with you baby girl, fast asleep in the hospital cot. 

“Our very own baby Hawkeye.” you smiled, leaning on Clint’s chest as his hand rested on the side of the cot, his eyes only leaving his daughter to look at you. 

“I never thought I could be this scared and happy at the same time.”

“Ditto.”

“We can do this, right?” Clint asked you. 

“She’s here now, we don’t have much of a choice.”

Clint chuckled and looked back at his daughter. “True. God, I can’t believe she’s here.”

“I know,” you smiled. 

Clint kissed the top of your head, holding you closer before looking at you. “I love you.”

You looked up to him and nodded. “I love you, too.”

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before leaning his head against yours. 

“I know this is nearly 2 years, too late, but…do you want to get dinner with me tomorrow?”

You chuckled, smiling. “I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll meet you here, 6 o’clock, Benny’s included? I’ll be the one sitting beside you.” 

Laying your arm over his stomach and leaning in closer, still smiling, you replied; “I can’t wait.”

Smiling, you could hear the thrill come from Clint’s heart inside his chest before he placed another kiss on your head and you both kept your eyes on your daughter. 

Your baby Hawkeye, Evelyn Natasha Barton.

[bluebirdsboi]

The New Guy | Clint Barton x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Requested by Anon: clint barton x male reader: when clint meets y/n, tony’s new secretary, he’s immediate in showing his interest in the younger male. Clint is bold with his flirting and touching, and it seems to work. The only problem is how protective tony and the other avengers are, since they know how clint is. Some time later, after a team meeting, y/n pulls clint into a closet, to show much he likes him

Paring: Clint Barton x Male Reader 

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Sexual acts

Word Count: 888

Requests are open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

It seemed to be another average day of trying to keep up with Tony around the Avenger’s Tower. As his personal secretary, you often work on site with him, even having your own workspace in the tower just a little ways away from Tony’s. 

You had just finished a long work session and dropped off the paperwork that Tony had asked for earlier, so you rightfully deserved a break. You made your way to the kitchen area for a snack, and while reaching, you accidentally knocked over an adjacent item. Not reacting fast enough, you were prepared to reach down to retrieve it; however, the arm of an unknown person caught it for you. 

Turning to see who had just helped you, you were faced with none other than Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye. “Oh, um, you must be Hawkeye.” a startled laugh made its way through your sentence, still in a minor state of shock. “And you, sir, must be the new resident pretty boy.” Clint returned the fallen item to its place before leaning against the counter and looking at you with a small tilt of his head. “And please, call me Clint.”

You were somewhat taken aback by his comment, calling you pretty, but it didn’t show much on your face. “So tell me, what’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this, huh?” His question had an air of playfulness and was accompanied by a quick look up and down that you didn’t miss. “Well, I’m just here to help out Tony, y’know.” Picking up on the subtle tension, you crossed your arms in front of your chest in a way that slightly flexed your biceps. “So I’ve heard.” A small smile tugged at both of your lips, a subdued mischievous energy surging in the space between you two as you held eye contact. Your focus was broken by Tony clearing his throat. “There he is, my favorite (favourite) assistant. Can I see you for a sec? It’s important.” With that, you said your goodbyes to Clint, with his eyes following you as you walked off. “Barton.” Tony snapped Clint out of the daze you had him in before making the gesture to say that he was watching him.

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The so-called game of cat and mouse pressed on for weeks after meeting each other, and the intensity of Clint’s flirting only increased as time went by. It started out with cute nicknames and small innocent touches here and there, but eventually moved to gestures such as him squeezing your arm. It made you fall deeper and deeper each time, and it didn’t help that he would always check you out every time you talked to each other.

The most recent time was what pushed you over the edge. You were in the kitchen yet again when a familiar pair of arms found their way around you from behind. “There’s the pretty boy.” You playfully pushed his arms off of you before turning around with a smile. “Hey, Clint.” A flustered laugh always decorated your response to his pet names. The conversation continued almost effortlessly, both of you hanging on to each other’s every word. As your interaction flowed, Clint’s hand found its way onto your hip when he started, “Hey, I was gonna ask-” “Clint, meeting. Time to go.” He was interrupted by Natasha collecting him for a meeting they had talked about the other day. “Yeah, coming.” Clint closed his eyes and dropped his head with a smile as he responded. “We’ll talk later.” He whispered with a wink before joining his friend.

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While you were working in your office, what Clint said earlier nagged at your brain. You weren’t naïve, so you had an idea of what he wanted to say. 

By the time the Avengers’ meeting ended, you finished your work session and went to find Clint, so you could continue your little exchange from before. You spotted each other as he was walking, to which you nodded your head toward your office. 

He soon caught up behind you, and you grabbed him by the collar to pull him inside. “Woah, uhhh...” Clint was caught off guard by your apparent eagerness to continue your discussion. “So about earlier.” Your hand left his shirt, but there was still a lack of distance between you two. “Yeah, about that. I was just gonna say you’re a great guy... and uh... I’d wanna-” His words fell to a whisper as his sentence went on, eventually cutting him off with a kiss as both of you slowly closed the distance between each other. A heated passion overtook the both of you as your arms found themselves around his neck and his around your waist. The craving for each other only grew as Clint licked your bottom lip and soon made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. An overflow of desire seemed to possess you, prompting you to kiss down his jawline and to his neck. “Ahh... wait. What if... what if someone... comes in?” Breathy moans escaped between words as you attacked the sensitivity of his sweet spot. You leaned over to the door to lock it with raised eyebrows. “Relax, okay?” You gently pushed Clint against the wall so you could have your full attention on each other. 

- End -

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[moiravim]

Home Alone

Summary: Natasha is your mom and when she dies Clint takes you in. You fall in love with your friend, Kate Bishop. You confess to her while the two of you are home alone.

Kate Bishop x GN!YN

Platonic!Clint x YN

Mention of Mom!Nat x YN

smut!! There is a warning so you can skip it if you want 🫶🫶

yn has fem reproductive organs but no pronouns are mentioned.

Natasha had adopted you after she left became an avenger. The two of you were close and she often taught you self defense as a way to bond.

When your mother had sacrificed herself for the soul stone, Clint had immediately taken you in. He comforted you on the days where you cried yourself to sleep.

You had always seen him as an uncle, but the two of you grew much closer after your mother's death.

You had met Kate shortly after you permanently moved in with Clint. At first you were nervous around her but you soon became friends.

She had no idea that you liked her much more than just as a friend.

You adored her eyes, giggle, and hair. You loved the way she spoke to you and the impression she left on you.

It was like you were only ever happy when near her. And Clint had realized. He saw how happy she made you and it relieved him that you finally had your happiness.

However, you were petrified. What if she hates you? What if she finds you repulsive? As horrible thoughts occupy your mind, your anxiety worsens.

You start to pick at your nails when Kate sits next to you on Clint's couch and puts her hands on yours. "Are you okay, YN?" She asks in a concerned tone.

You nod before responding; "yes, yes I'm alright. Hey, Kate... Can I ask you something?".

"Of course, go ahead." She tells you sweetly. You want to change the subject and give up, but it's too late now.

Plus, Clint isn't home so now is the best time to do it without being interrupted.

"I... I like you. A lot. I think I love you." You rush out as your voice starts to shake.

She grinned at you and leaned in for a kiss, which you returned.

-SMUT STARTS HERE.-

You push her forwards onto the couch as you deepen the kiss. She grips onto your hair and flips you so that she is on top.

You break away as you gasp for air and she kisses your neck with an intent to leave a mark.

You reach for her breast and squeeze it softly as she lets out a quiet pant.

She puts her hand up your shorts before looking up for your permission. You nod and she begins to play with your clit. She plays with it until your about to come and she stops.

She pulls your shorts down and shoved a finger into your pussy. She begins to stretch you as you get her finger wet.

"You like that, hmm baby?" Your eyes water as she continues to go in and out while still rubbing your clit. She slows down and threatens; "answer me or I'll stop".

You nod and shout out "please! Yes, yes I like it. I love you. Please, please touch me." She giggles at your neediness before pushing in another finger and speeding up her motions.

"Kate, I'm going to come..." she speeds up and lets you ride out your orgasm. Her fingers are soaked with your cum and she slows down before pulling her fingers out and shoving then into your mouth.

"Aww baby, come on... let's get you cleaned up." You nod as she guides you to the bathroom to dry yourself.

She kisses your cheek as she uses a towel to wipe off the sticky cum from your skin.

You hug her and smile as you take in the moment. The pace of her breathing. The scent of her hair. The touch of her skin on yours. You love her and she loves you.

[castieltrash1]

dangerous territory → clint b.

gif credit (x)

summary → clint stays behind during a mission, leaving you alone with him in the avengers building. seeing him sprawled out on the comfy lounge room couch gives you some naughty ideas -- only adding to the tension your relationship already has.

word count → 6.7k (literally wtf)

warnings → i ignore the entirety of iw/endgame except for clint’s makeover, extreme sexual tension, smut; switch!fem!reader, switch!clint, couch sex, oral (both recieving), fingering, slight overstimulation, dirty talk, praise

a/n → literally idk if i should be ashamed or not but im Horny 4 Hawkeye!!! oopsie !! also there are like .3 smut fics for him on here and im determined to fix that

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Quiet was not a word you’d use to describe the Avengers Facility.

In fact, with Steve’s loud orders, Bruce’s lab explosions, and Sam’s boisterous laughter -- not to mention the never-ending petty arguments that managed to revert the Avengers to 11th graders in their first debate club -- it was the farthest thing from quiet.

But, now, with zero disagreements and zero distractions, you’d been able to enjoy the building all to yourself. Almost. Of course, the one time you got to avoid a mission, you ended up falling into an even worse situation.

You’d covered for Wanda last mission, and she’d insisted on paying you back for the newest one. It wasn’t high stakes by any means, but the work itself had countless components and everyone who was nearby -- or at least on the planet -- had been called in to fill some role.  

Everyone, of course, except you. And Clint.

Suddenly the idea of being stuck in the Quinjet with everyone’s post-mission moodiness sounded very appealing. You could feel a headache growing as you wandered around the kitchen, doing anything and everything in your power to avoid him. He was not supposed to be here. Hell, he didn’t even like stepping foot in the place unless the world was in immediate danger.

Of course, you weren’t the only one to notice his odd attitude. Natasha gave him a confused look when he mentioned staying behind, but decidedly hadn’t commented, almost like she’d already pieced together the reason for Clint’s actions. Knowing her, she probably had. But, even Wanda shot a glance that worried you -- though you seemed to be the only one to catch her squinted green gaze before it disappeared. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what she saw in his mind.

Sure, you had a couple of ideas as to why he would choose to isolate himself with you, but you tried to not let those thoughts consume you. The others wouldn’t be back till midday tomorrow -- if all went well -- and you were not about to spend the next 36 hours soaking your panties with stupid fantasies.

Unfortunately, even when ignoring Clint, your mind was still focused on him. When you passed by the gym or shooting range, antsy to get your daily work in, one quick thought of seeing Clint’s arms -- tensed as he loaded his bow, muscles straining and eyes focused on his target -- was enough to have you quickly walking in the opposite direction.

But, now, as you make your way into the lounge to relax, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You have just as much of a right as Clint does to walk around whenever and wherever you please. In all honesty, you feel even more entitled considering you’re the one actually living in the tower (at least most of the time.)

He’s exactly where you expect him to be -- he may be fast and quiet on his feet, but you’ve been keeping tabs on him, for your own sake.

It’s a bit odd seeing a book instead of a bow in his hands, but you’re not entirely sure you should be focused on how his fingers wrap around the thin pages, thumbing the corners so gently--

“Done avoiding me, are you?”

Well, shit.

His gaze remains on his book -- though the very few pages he’s turned assures you he’s not paying attention to whatever riveting story Tony has stocked his shelves with.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. There’s a moment of temptation to take a seat next to him on the couch, as close as possible. To feel his strong arms around you, smell the raw masculine cologne he always wears a bit too much of -- heavy on his neck and sharp jaw that you know your lips could curl around so perfectly if given the chance.

You swallow heavily and take a seat in the chair across from him, sinking into the expensive fabric.

“Tony picks good furniture, right?” Clint sighs, book closing without so much as a dog-ear mark as he leans back.

It’s silent for a second, and you’re entirely sure you’ve missed a part of the conversation during your mini black-out, but Clint doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, waiting patiently for your answer. You consider it a small win and accept the change in topic with an awkward laugh.

“Yeah. Didn’t think price made such a big difference.” There’s a firmness to the chair that keeps you from sinking, and mentally, you consider if it’d be strong enough for other activities. “How much you wanna bet he spent on each of these chairs?” you question, genuinely curious. “I gotta guess at least two grand.”

Clint’s cool eyes glint playfully. “Three,” he challenges with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. “Though, you should really try this couch. Definitely my favorite thing here.”

There’s just a hint of suggestion in his tone -- the kind that you’d miss if you weren’t trained in reading people. It’s not unexpected, though. You’d have to be a fool to not recognize the exact same longing stares, the same lingering touches that Clint offers you. But, that’s what makes it all more intimidating. It’s an unspoken thing, and at this point, that’s what feels most convenient -- even if your lonely nights spent moaning his name are growing far too common for comfort.

Still, you can’t exactly ignore him, and his eyes follow you closely as you make your way to the couch, falling into the comfy cushions with a huff.

“Wow.” You laugh. “No wonder you’ve been spending so much time down here.”

Clint raises an eyebrow. “So you have been paying me some attention. Interesting.”

If he notices you shift as far to the other end of the couch as possible, he doesn’t mention it.

“Don’t take it personally, Barton,” you huff. “I’m used to keeping an eye on everyone around here.” It’s not entirely a lie, but he manages to see right through the half-truth regardless.

“So you avoid everyone, then?” There’s no hurt or misunderstanding in his voice, not even confusion. He knows what you’re doing, knows why you can’t bear to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds.

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deflect, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the couch.

He just chuckles, a low sound that makes your stomach clench unconsciously. You expect him to keep pressing you, work you up until you spill your guts, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even say a word as you hear the rustling of paper and feel the couch move slightly as he shifts.

You turn your head towards him and open one eye, then both as they go wide. Clint has taken on a whole new level of comfortable, feet perched on the coffee table and one arm resting on the back of the couch while his free hand flips through the same first few pages as before.

In all honesty, you suddenly find yourself happy that Steve and Tony are gone -- otherwise they’d be scolding Clint for his manners, and most definitely not ogling his firm legs in those tight, black jeans.

You drag your gaze back up his body, stopping near the hem of his shirt, where his new position has allowed for the fabric to ride up his stomach. It’s just a sliver of skin but the image is enough to make your heart race. There’s a faint dip in the muscled hip line leading to his jeans, and if you stare extra hard, you can see the light trail of thin hairs disappearing under the fabric.

Swallowing heavily, you quickly look back at Clint’s face, holding back a gasp as he stares back at you.

“So,” you fill the silence before he can, mentally thanking Natasha for her training on keeping your composure. “How’s that book of yours?”

Clint just grins for a second -- you both know he’s caught you. “It’s alright. Not the most interesting thing in the building right now, though.”

You gulp. “Yeah… The place is big. Lots to explore. I don’t think I’ve even seen every room--”

“I have a feeling you know that’s not what I mean,” Clint cuts you off with a chuckle, and you send him a challenging glare.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you scoff.

He hums, before his tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip. “You’re sounding awfully like a broken record today.” His icy, pale eyes return to his book, and you watch as he lifts his thumb to his wet lips, tongue darting out the lick the tip. You can practically feel the action, and almost whine in disappointment when his hand returns to flip the page.

Clint is downright grinning at this point, and you know he’s taking in every breath, shift, and blink of yours. “But, I know you’re not actually confused,” he continues. “In fact, I’d argue you like this game of ours a bit more than you should.”

You know if you brush it off again, he’ll drop it. He’s too nice to make you uncomfortable, and his statement hangs in the air with a heavy weight.

“You know, Barton?” you shift from your spot on the couch, eliminating a good chunk of the space between you and him. “I think you’re smarter than most people give you credit for.” He raises a brow, and you would believe his undisturbed look if you didn’t see his fingers twitch against the spine of the forgotten book.

“Tell Nat that,” he jokes, and you grin. Seeing that little crack in his facade, the way he fills the conversation with a joke, the discreet but heavy swallow he tries to hide -- it’s all enough to power you to move closer, until there are mere centimeters between you two.

“Hmmm, I don’t think I’ll be telling Natasha anything from this conversation of ours.” Keeping your attention on the slight tense of his jaw, you push the book from his hands, and he immediately drops his feet from the table to discard it in their place.

You pause for a second, glancing at Clint’s lap then back at him, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach out and grab your hip.

“Get over here already,” he groans, both arms wrapping around your waist to situate you in his lap. His hands are warm and firm and everything you could have ever imagined, and you automatically roll your hips down onto him. There’s a pleased moan from you both, and his own hips jolt in a way that sends you even closer to him, until your chests are touching.

He immediately dives for your neck, scruff tickling the sensitive skin as he breathes you in deeply. “I gotta admit,” he murmurs, letting his lips graze the bottom of your jaw in the most sinful way, “you look so much better sitting here than standing around in the kitchen.”

You drag your fingers through the long hair on the back of his head, tugging it playfully. “You’ve been watching me, Barton?”

He hums, squeezing you just as teasingly. “I do a lot of staring when it comes to you, babe.”

You pull him from your neck by his hair, and he looks up at you with the most mischievous glint in his eyes. The nickname makes you undeniably flustered, but you force the embarrassment away.

“I don’t know about you, but I think that’s what you call creepy,” you mumble, leaning down so Clint can feel your words against his own lips. He immediately darts forward, but you pull back with a sly grin, watching his eyes darken at the action.

“I think,” he growls, catching you off guard as he pushes you back onto the couch, making you jostle as you try not to fall off the edge. He steadies you with a large hand, and you only jolt again when he uses his free hand to spread your legs, caging you in as his hips drop between your parted thighs. “You’d be a hypocrite for saying that.” He drops back to your neck, and you can feel his smile before his teeth sink into your skin lightly -- just enough to make you gasp.

He continues to litter your neck with kisses, and you watch in awe as his toned arm tenses by the side of your head -- the thick black lines of ink rolling as his muscles flex.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you taunt, back arching as his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up to right below your chin. “You gonna fuck me?”

Clint bites the edge of your jaw in retaliation to your words, before he pulls back just enough to stare at you with a lustful gaze.

“Not yet, baby. Not that easily.” One of his hands trails up the front of your thigh, before it busies itself with the hem of your shirt. You try to hide your disappointment, but Clint notices it, of course, and just shakes his head. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting you leave this couch anytime soon. You’ve made me wait long enough for this… I’m gonna take my time with you.”

He finally presses his lips to yours, and you hungrily reach and tug until he’s as close as possible -- until you can feel the denim of his jeans scraping deliciously against your thighs as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth. It’s messy and entirely uncalculated, and your nails catch in the wrinkles of the back of his shirt while his own fingers tug impatiently at the bottom of yours.

You part from him for a second, and his own greedy mouth follows yours, only managing to press against the side of your lips. “You act like you’ve made this easy for me,” you retort, and his chest rumbles against yours as he chuckles.

“Oh honey, I think I’ve made it quite obvious I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day you walked in here.”

“Clearly, not obvious enough.”

Clint huffs, warm breath hitting your cheek. “What’d you want me to do? Huh?” He shifts so his words make their way directly to your ear, each syllable accentuated with a puff of hot air. With him this close, neck just below your nose, you can take in the heavy smell of that sharp cologne you love so much.

His calloused fingers dip beneath your shirt, but instead of the obvious trail up, his hand trails down to play with the hem of your shorts. “Tug these little things off in front of everyone? Show them all how worked up you get me wearing these? Is that what you want?”

Your hips lift in a silent plea, and you groan. “They’re comfortable.”

“Maybe for you, but I find myself very uncomfortable when you wear them.” He snickers, and if you weren’t so turned on, you’re sure you’d roll your eyes. Only Clint Barton could make a joke about untimely hard-ons during a time like this.

“Then why don’t you take them off?” you groan, and he shakes his head while muttering something about you being bossy.

Still, his words betray him as he tugs the fabric down your legs, as slowly as possible while his eyes drink in the new area of exposed skin. “What part about taking my time with you did you not understand?” The corner of his lips tug in that mischievous way of his, and you have a sneaking feeling his patience is as fleeting as your own.

Proving your point, Clint tosses your shorts over the back of the couch with a grin, then pushes you further up the cushions. You’re almost sitting, shoulder blades knocking the arm of the sofa while your legs bend at the knee to accompany Clint, who scoots back. It’s the perfect and most disastrous angle to be at as you have to both feel and watch his deft fingers trail up from your knee.

You’re a hundred percent sure the effects of your arousal are extremely obvious, but he doesn’t comment on the wet patch of your panties -- though you see his eyes focus on the area between your legs for a second too long before his gaze flickers back to your thighs.

His calloused fingers trail the edge of fabric around your legs, rough skin providing a type of friction you can’t begin to explain. His touch is fleeting and he changes the amount of pressure with every swipe of his thumb, always pushing just enough to let you know he’s holding you down. That you can’t escape him -- as if you’d even think of trying to do so.

“Your legs are so sexy, you know that?”

You let out some type of pleased whine, a sound that Clint relishes as he tightens his grip on your thighs. “Make the prettiest sounds, too,” he continues, and then his fingers are right there. One hand holds your left leg down, while the other covers your panty-covered core. His thumb rubs into your desperate, throbbing clit, and you use your little amount of freedom to push your hips up, wanting, needing more.

Clint immediately presses you back down, and you watch his tattoos shift just slightly as he adds more weight to his hand on your thigh.

“Please, please.” You revert to begging at your lack of movement, losing all shame in regard to your desire. It’s obvious you need Clint -- any excuses or lies from before long forgotten. You need his movements to speed up, the slow circles of his thumb providing barely enough friction.

He just chuckles, but relents a little and you downright purr as the thin fabric of your underwear drags against your tingling nerve endings. It’s impossible to move under Clint’s weight, but all the muscles in your lower half flex and twitch as they desperately search for release and relief.

“How about…” Clint trails off, fingers moving upward to grab the waistline of your panties, “we get these off?”

You’re sure if you nod any faster you might make yourself dizzy, and Clint just smirks in that knowing way. That way that lets you know he has you right where he wants you. Right where he’s been waiting to have you.

The article of clothing is soon flung behind his shoulder just like your forgotten shorts -- and you can only faintly remind yourself to make sure you grab everything before the others return. Though, at this point, you think anyone could walk in on Clint between your legs and you’d still be begging him to make you cum -- audience or not.

“Fucking Christ,” Clint groans, palms sliding between your thighs to spread them, giving him a full view of your glistening core. “I swear, you’re gonna kill me.” Seeing his flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and greedy fingers, you’re not sure you can reject that statement.

He removes his hands for just a second, but you don’t dare close your legs, and he has the audacity to wink. Before your mind can even process the action, though, he’s pulling his shirt off, arms crossing over his chest as they show off in their full glory. Hips, stomach, chest, arms -- they’re all exposed so quickly and your eyes drink in the features as fast as they can. Clint throws the shirt to the side -- you have a feeling he’s utilizing his perfect aim to create a clothing pile -- but you just stare at his shoulder, where the ink spreads to areas you’ve never had the chance to see before. The olive green accents contrast against his tanned skin, which has gained a light sheen from the sweat of his arousal.

As he leans back down, Ronin’s portrait stares you dead in the eyes -- quite literally. If you didn’t know the deeper meaning, you’re sure you could mistake the skull as a danger warning to the man pressing a kiss against the inside of your knee.

Short hairs chafe your legs as Clint makes himself comfortable, pressing his jaw against you. When his hot breath dances over your center you almost squeeze your thighs together, but he’s there to push them apart with a chuckle.

“No, no…” He pulls away barely, and you take in a deep breath to calm yourself. “You’re gonna give me what I want, ok?” His fingers are gentle, and so are his eyes when he glances up to you. He’s hopeful, pleading almost, but stays respectful. “If that’s ok, of course.”

You almost want to cry, because how could he think any differently, but you just nod. “Please Clint, touch me.”

He sends you a lopsided grin, and then he’s right there, pressing a kiss against your clit. The feeling is completely different from before, lips slick and soft unlike his rough thumb. All the air in your lungs leaves your body as you let out a sigh of relief, body finally relaxing as it gets the touch it needs.

You reach down and your nails scratch his scalp lightly before you grip his hair in a tight hold. He nuzzles against your hand and groans against you, and the feeling of control makes your blood run hot through your veins. One of the most powerful men on Earth is between your legs, sucking softly on your clit like it's the only thing he could ever want.

He traces circles on your thighs with his coarse fingers as he warms you up with gentle licks and the occasional curl of his lips around your most sensitive area. You let him have the satisfaction of your spread thighs, but you periodically tug on his tousled locks to remind him that he’s the one between your legs. It’s the perfect balance of dominance -- the type that makes your head spin and your eyes roll back into your head.

Clint presses another kiss to your clit before traveling lower and the intimacy of the action makes your skin flush. You can tell he’s not going to be holding back for much longer though, if the desperation of his descent is any indication. His fingers join his attack as he spreads your folds, tongue dragging the entirety of your core.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” he mutters, mouth impatient as he covers as much skin as he can at once. It’s fast and downright dirty as he presses his tongue into you, eliciting a groan from your parted, panting lips. You’re dripping at this point, and he laps up the mix of saliva and arousal with a yearning thirst.

It’s all so overwhelming. His fingers are digging into your skin -- likely to leave faint marks -- and the scruff framing his jaw scrapes and leaves your skin burning, while the softer locks between your fingers are a comfort to steady you.

The heat building in your body is entirely unbelievable, and your back digs into the couch as you arch into Clint, desperate for all he’ll be willing to give you. You press him closer, and he moans at the power in your hands -- the control you have despite him hovering over you. It’s a mental trip for you both, your stomach and pelvic muscles clenching as they react to his generous, eager giving.

“God, Clint, gonna cum.” The words barely feel like they’re coming from your own body, jaw slack as you tremble in his hold. His index finger presses into you slowly, while his thumb replaces his tongue on your clit. The change of stimulation has you reeling, your grip on Clint loosening as you feel his warm words against you.

“Kinda the point, sweetheart.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, but you know Clint is smirking -- you can practically hear it in his voice.

His finger curls to press against your front wall, and he rubs it gently once, twice, before he lets the digit drag out, sinking in again even slower. The leisurely thrusts continue as his tongue returns to circle your clit, his cocky words from before silenced as he puts his mouth to work. Your breath grows heavier, heart rate increasing with every second. His middle finger joins the first with a steady push, and you clench desperately as they curl and press and rub and reduce you to nothing but putty.

You’re right there and Clint knows it -- somehow he knows it. His fingers move faster, harder, and his lips wrap around your clit with even greater determination. There’s a shift, fingertips grazing the perfect spot as he sucks desperately and it’s over. You’re crying out his name, thighs shaking and you clench and flutter around his never-ceasing fingers. There’s a moment where all senses leave you and all you can feel is Clint, and the spread of warmth between your legs. Your ears ring and your own moans become faint background sounds.

And then, you’re pulling his head back, his tongue still trying to work your sensitive clit. He fights your tug on his hair but you must be begging because he finally relents with a huff. You can hear his breathing, and you feel his shift as he leans back over you, fingers still working you through your high.

“Look at me,” he demands, and his free hand drags down your cheek. “C’mon, open your eyes.” He forcefully grabs your chin, and your eyes open too quickly for your mind to process. It’s all so bright and you have to blink away the splotches of color coating your vision. Clint takes up the entirety of your view, lips wet and eyes dark. “There you go, baby.” He’s grinning and panting and his fingers are still fucking moving.

You whimper and glance down -- as much as his grip on your jaw will allow -- and the view of his tattooed arm between your thighs, veins pulsing as he fingers you is imprinted in your mind permanently. It’s a never-ending high that goes on for a second too long before Clint finally, finally eases his fingers from you. They’re practically dripping with your release, and he wastes no time bringing them to his glossy mouth.

It’s hypnotic to watch as his lips close around his fingers, nostrils flaring as he sucks them eagerly. They come out clean, and his chest rumbles with a groan. “Can’t get enough of your taste. Fuck.”

It takes a second for you to catch your breath, chest heaving and shirt clinging to sweaty skin. But, there’s finally a moment where your legs feel somewhat solid, and you take advantage of the opportunity, bending your leg to put the bottom of your foot on Clint’s bare chest.

He shoots you a confused but intrigued look, and you respond with a lopsided grin as you push him backward, until he’s the one stumbling to find a spot against the arm of the couch. Faintly, you consider the move would be much sexier with a pair of heels digging into his skin, but this will have to suffice for now. Maybe next time -- if there is a next time, of course.

“Now, what are you up to, baby girl?” Clint is practically vibrating with excitement as you gather the strength to push yourself off the couch, ignoring the slight twitch of your exerted thighs.

“Take your pants off,” you say, with little shame. “Now.”

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen someone get undressed so quickly and the hastiness of Clint’s actions leave him with very little coordination. It takes him three tries to get his belt undone, and he pokes himself with the metal prong when his eyes return to glance at you.

Raising a brow, you put your hands on your hips, and he speeds up. The button and zipper take him twice as long, but the sound when he finally tosses his belt and jeans off to the side is well worth the wait.

He licks his lips, looking up at you -- waiting, watching. Your earlier thoughts regarding his legs are heightened tenfold as you take in his toned thighs and hard cock in-between. He’s thick, the bulge pressing against his boxer-briefs making your heart skip a beat. The mere idea of him stretching you open has you growing too impatient for what you have planned.

“Keep going.” You swallow and hope your voice doesn’t sound too shaky.

Clint’s quick fingers make work of the fabric, and you focus on finishing yourself off. You pull your shirt off and let it drop to your feet before your hands move to unhook your bra. You’re barely sliding the straps down your arms when you hear Clint huff, and you look back to him.

“I wanted to do that,” he almost whines, chest puffing.

You roll your eyes but laugh, and toss your bra to him. He catches it with a wink, before throwing it behind him. Immediately, his gaze drags over your chest, excruciatingly slow. You know he’s taking in every inch, every natural mark that decorates your torso. Normally, you’d feel odd being examined so closely while still being at a decent distance -- but Clint is observant and his eyes are hungry.

Finally, his dark eyes reconnect with yours. “You gonna come sit or should I just grab you?” His tone is playful and daring, but you hear the hint of arousal that suggests he wouldn’t be opposed to tugging you into his arms. You don’t have time for games anymore, though, so you stand between Clint’s legs, and he pats his thigh playfully.

“Hmm…” You bite your lip and shake your head, eyes glistening with mischief. “Not yet…”

You make your descent to your knees perfectly paced, fluttering your lashes as you look up to Clint from between his thighs. He cusses and his arms fall limply to his side as he resigns himself to the torture he knows you’ll be sure to deliver.

“I thought you wanted to take your time,” you tease, fingers sliding up his thigh. Your nails against his skin have him tensing, muscles quivering.

He groans, and tosses his head back. “That was before I made you cum. Just wanna fuck you now -- make you shake again.”

You pinch him. “Sweet-talking will get you nowhere, Barton. You should know that.” But, you still let your palm graze over his hard cock, twitching at your touch. He’s firm and warm, and when your fingers wrap around his length, you realize how deliciously thick he is, filling your grasp fully. The length is there too, just enough to not be intimidating, but the girth has your core throbbing.

“Fuck, Clint,” you groan, giving a slow jerk of your wrist. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

He’s pulsing in your hand, skin flushed and precum beginning to drip from the head of his cock. It coats your hand on the second stroke, easing the drag. Soon enough, he’s practically glistening, and your mouth waters. You have to taste him.

He calls your name, voice trembling, as your tongue darts out to flatten against his tip. “Oh God, please.” He’s flushed, from his cheeks to his tensing thighs, and you’d grin if you weren’t taking him deeper into your mouth. Another part of the burning, fervid desire deep in your veins lights up as your lips wrap around him -- tongue greedy for more as it laps everything it can reach. A growl reverberates through his entire body, and the sound makes your thighs clench.

You spare him a glance, and he looks destroyed. Sweat gathers on his forehead and the veins in his arm pulse as he grips the cushions to stay steady. Sane. Calm.

His knuckles are white and you relieve them by grabbing his left hand in your own, thumb rubbing over the back of his palm. He’s squeezing you like you’re his lifeline, and you reward him with your free hand around his base.

“Fuck fuck, I’ll cum too fast with you doing that,” Clint grunts, and you watch his chest heave as he tries to steady his breathing.

You pull off him with a line of spit, breaking it with your hand as you use the saliva to glide your fingers. He’s still throbbing, and you trace his underside vein with your wet thumb. “I thought that was the point, right?” You repeat his words from earlier with a grin, pressing a kiss against his thigh as your hand speeds up. He’s so close and he needs it so badly, but he finally pulls his hand from yours to grab your moving wrist.

“Not until I fuck you.” He pants, and begrudgingly removes your hold from his cock. “And a couple times, at the very least.”

Your heart races at the mere thought of as many rounds as you can handle, with Clint making you cum again and again. Still, you stand slowly, silently hoping he’ll push you back to your knees and cum down your throat.

But he doesn’t. He watches closely as you straighten out, and you quickly move to straddle him. “Fine, but you’ll let me ride you, understood?” Your thighs brush over him with the lightest touch, and with just one solid movement, you could have him sinking into you. But, you wait. You watch as he swallows heavily, eyes hooded.

Clint gives you a lopsided smile. “No complaints here, babe.” And with that, you reach down to hold his length, pressing the tip against your clenching, wet, core. He gasps, but you shift just slightly, until he bumps your clit. It’s too much and too little all at once, and you let out a soft cry as he jerks upward, precum coating the swollen nub. You reward yourself with one more drag down from your clit before letting the head of his cock push into you.

You’re immediately clenching around his length, and Clint’s calloused fingertips dig into your hips as he helps steady you. It only takes a couple breaths and a slow spread of your thighs to take him fully, arousal coating his cock quickly. He barely holds himself back from rutting into you right away, but you rock your hips and grip his shoulders regardless.

“Fuck,” he half-groans, half-whimpers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Your nails dig into his skin as you roll again, letting out an incoherent babble of his name as your clit gains friction from his own warm body. You can feel your own wetness dripping down your thigh onto his, and it has you shuddering. It’s so dirty and your fingers move to Clint’s hair, desperately clinging at the long strands. His forehead presses to yours, and he smells like the most dangerous concoction of sweat, cologne, and mint toothpaste you’ve ever had the honor of inhaling.

You join in an almost-kiss that’s all teeth, but he brushes his tongue against your cupid’s bow in a much gentler way, and you know he can feel the shiver that runs down your spine in reaction. He squeezes your hip gently in reassurance, and then his grip on you tightens. It doesn’t hurt, but you can feel the years of arm workouts, and you know there’s no way to escape -- as if you’d ever want to.

Clint’s knee jerks and then he’s thrusting up into you with such force it leaves you breathless. He holds you down and all you can do is gasp and hold him tighter as he pushes into you harder and faster. Every shift provides a new angle and friction as his tip stimulates your sensitive walls.

Your thighs shake desperately and you can hear the wet slap each of his movements provide as you coat his cock in warm slick. He grins at the sight, one hand drifting from your hip until it reaches your throbbing clit.

“Look at you,” he coos and punctuates the words with a rough circle of his thumb.

Your chest heaves as you gasp, but the lack of Clint’s hold gives you a second to grind against him. He grunts as you do, and you chuckle breathlessly against his parted lips.

“And look at you.”

He retorts by way of another rub against your clit, and your laughter quickly turns to a drawn-out moan.

“You look so pretty when you’re about to cum.” He pants between every word, but he’s determined to deliver the compliment that makes your face too warm. You’re not sure how he knows you’re so close -- it must be way more embarrassingly obvious than you thought -- but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he’s letting his cock drag inside you slowly, with a hard thrust every few seconds. Not when the pressure on your clit is changing so rapidly you can’t breathe.

When you do cum, with a broken cry and shaking torso, Clint doesn’t let up. He goes faster, harder. It’s a never-ending high that turns your brain to mush, and your body into even less. Your thighs burn and your toes curl but all you can feel is the delicious length buried deep inside you.

It’s only during the beginning of the cool down that you tug a little harder on Clint’s hair, and roll your hips a little more. “C’mon, Clint, please. Please fill me up.” His chest rumbles against yours with a throaty growl, and you continue to ride out your orgasm as he fucks into you with a few more desperate, shaky thrusts.

He cums in you thick and warm, with a groan of your name. It tumbles from his lips sinfully, and you commit the sound to memory. The rasp of his tone and the sight of his wet, swollen lips.

It’s not until he eases out of you slowly, and you feel the drip down your thigh that you’re grounded and reminded of exactly where you are. On a multi-thousand dollar couch. Owned by Tony Stark.

“Oh my god, Clint.”

His eyes are closed and you’re sure he’s about three seconds from sleeping for eighteen hours, but he manages a tired smirk. “I know. That was good.”

“No! I mean yes. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

He half-opens one eye. “What?”

“I think we stained the couch.” A quick glance between Clint’s thighs all but confirms it, and you’re not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed by the very large wet spot staining the blended fabric.

“I can’t believe that’s what you’re thinking about right now. After everything that just happened.”

You playfully slap his shoulder as you roll onto the cushion next to him with a huff. He nudges you back with his arm before clearing his throat, and letting out a butchered impression of your voice. “Oh Clint! Your dick was just so amazing!-”

“Oh my god!” You cover your face but nothing stops the laughter that rumbles through your chest -- even if he’s got your tone completely wrong. He just chuckles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side with a sigh.

“How much do you think we’ll owe Tony by the end of the day?” He looks down at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

He rolls his eyes, but presses a chaste kiss to your hair. “C’mon, you don’t think I haven’t planned out every surface we still need to fuck on before they get back?”

“Clint!”

“See, you keep screaming my name but for all the wrong reasons.” Now you can feel his grin against the top of your head, and it comes into view as he stands with you still in his grasp. You’re not sure how he maneuvers it, but he’s got you in his arms before you can even blink, and the look he sends you tells you not to complain or even question it. He’s not even out of breath -- all things considered -- and when you glance in the direction he’s heading, your eyes widen.

“You have got to be joking…” You squirm in his arms as he sets you down on the table used for almost every meeting, and the mere thought of defiling it forever makes you squeeze your legs together shyly.

But, Clint is quick to spread them, all with a cocky grin and a far too confident tone.

“I don’t know about you…” He begins, as his fingers trail up your thigh. “But I think we could reach ten thousand by midnight.”

If you distantly hear FRIDAY warn adamantly against it -- neither of you mention it.

“Better get started then, Barton.”

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Summary: Sam and Liz have some fun on the couch, preventing Clint from relaxing after his mission. First he was annoyed, but then he liked what he saw.

Warning: SMUT!, being watched, fingering, a bit dirty talk, that’s it i guess

Word count: 1665

AN - This is part of my 500 Follower Celebration and an anon requested this.Thank you for the request and tell me if you like it, love!

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It was a quiet evening, most of the other Avengers were on a mission, leaving Sam and (Y/N) alone in the tower. They used the time they had together and spent the whole day on the couch while doing a movie marathon.

(Y/N) was sitting with her back against his chest, a bowl of popcorn on her lap, Sam’s arms wrapped around her middle. She did not notice, but her boyfriend had long since lost interest in the movie, busy covering her neck with kisses.

A handful of popcorn in her mouth, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the characters on screen. “Why the hell are not they just flying, that would be much safer and faster.” It was hard to understand because her mouth was so full of popcorn.

Behind her, Sam chuckled, “Because the movie would only be a few minutes long if they did that.” He pulled her closer as his mouth moved over her shoulder, one of his hands slipping under her shirt.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She nodded thoughtfully, then turned her head to him. “What are you doing back there? Does not look like you’re watching the movie.”

Sam raised his head to look at her, a sigh left his lips. “We’ve seen these films a hundred times; we could spend our time much better.”

(Y/N) squinted her eyes at him, “And what would you want to do instead? And don’t say: pulling a prank on Bucky. Lord knows he had enough.” Sam chuckled at the memory. “Oh, come on. The last one was pretty funny.” (Y/N) stifled a grin by biting her lip, her head tilted to the side as she thought of what to say. “Mhm… It was okay, I guess.”

“It was hilarious and you know it.” (Y/N) had an unconvinced expression on her face. A surprised scream echoed across the room as Sam tore the bowl off her lap before turning her over so she was lying on her back on the couch.

(Y/N) chuckled as he spread her legs to make room for himself before he lay down on her. Her arms automatically snaked around his neck; he had a smile on his face as he looked down at her. “You know that I’m right.”

“Nahh …” She laughed at his expression and pulled him down for a kiss. His reaction was immediate and he began to move his hips against hers. She moaned softly into the kiss and Sam uses that moment to press his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as one of his hands reaches into her hair.

“Sam I …” He did not let her finish her sentence when he put his lips back on hers after a short break. She tried again when his free hand slipped under her shirt as he began to nibble on her neck. “Sam, not here, we could get caught.” Her voice did not sound as convincing as she wanted it to be, it was more like a breathless whisper. “Relax, nobody is here except us.”

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“Sam, not here, we could get caught.” Clint just came home after a two-week mission and all he wanted to do was spend the rest of the evening on the couch, but apparently, he had to find an alternative, because when he stood in front of the door to the living room, he heard whispering from the other side. “Relax, nobody is here except us.”

Clint rolled his eyes and wondered what he should do now, probably it would be best if he just went back to his room. On the other hand … it was (Y/N) whose moan he heard. He would never admit it to (Y/N), let alone Sam, but he always had a weak point for her. But he could not just sneak in and watch … Or could he? Another moan from (Y/N) made his decision easier and he opened the door a crack to look inside.

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She sat on Sam’s lap, lips against each other as she rubbed against him. Soft moans fell from her lips as his hands moved to her ass, squeezing it and pressing her harder against him.

He pushed his hands under her shirt again to feel all the soft skin he loved so much. The shirt soon landed on the ground for better access. He broke the kiss and let his eyes wander over her upper body, admiring the sight in front of him. “You are so pretty, baby.”

“I know.” She giggled and pressed another kiss on his lips. Sam smiled into the kiss, his hands stroking her sides up to her bra-clad breasts. “How about …” A quick kiss on her lips before Sam kept talking. “… if we get rid of the pants?”

(Y/N) bit her grinning lips and nodded before she got up and turned her back to him. Her eyes fell on the door, which she was sure she had closed earlier. For a moment she was worried, but when she saw who was standing on the other side of the door and looked into the room, the grin grew on her face.

Clint stood there rooted to the spot when he realized he was caught, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. The shame rising in him was replaced by total shock as (Y/N)’s only reaction to his presence was to wink at him.

“Come on, baby, show me this ass.” A hand hit her butt and pulled her out of her mind, Sam seemed completely unaware that they had a spectator.

Sam bit his lip as he saw her take off her pants. A low growl left him as she leaned forward and practically stuck her ass in his face. What he did not know was that she had eye contact with her viewer all the time. “You’re gonna kill me with this ass.”

“If you’re lucky.” Another growl and he grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his lap, her back pressed against his chest. He spread her legs, keeping them open with his own as he peppered sloppy kisses over her shoulder and neck.

One of his hands wrapped around her waist as the other stroked over her thigh, lips pressed against her ear as he whispered: “I already am.” before he pressed his hand against her covered pussy, applying a slight pressure to her clit.

Her breath stopped as he began to circle her clit over the material of her panties, hips bucking against his hand. “Sam…” He pressed kisses against her neck as he worked his hand against her. Encouraged by her soft moans, he slipped his hand under the fabric and pressed a finger between her wet folds, dipping into her entrance to collect her wetness. “I love it when you moan my name.”

(Y/N) moaned as he pressed a finger into her, slowly moving it against her walls until he found her g-spot. Her legs tried to close as he pressed against it, but Sam’s legs kept her wide open. She wiggled in his lap, rubbing her ass against his hard cock as he pressed a second finger into her. “F-fuck…”

Her moans grew louder and when she remembered she was being watched; she kept her eyes on Clint who still stood at the door with his eyes trained between her legs. (Y/N) could see a bulge forming in his pants and moaned even louder when he pressed his hand against the front of his pants to give himself some relief. Clint briefly wondered if he should pull his cock out and fuck his own hand, but he thought it was too much and kept pushing against it.

Sam pressed his face against her cheek as he fucked faster into her, the palm of his hand rubbing against her clit as his breathing got faster. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers with your cunt.”

A broken moan fell from her lips as her thighs started to twitch. “Sam…Sam… ” His name fell in endless breathy moans from her lips while she still kept her eyes on Clint. He bit his lip as he watched how her hips bucked against Sam’s hand.

It took only one more crook of his fingers against her g-spot to threw her over the edge, the room was filled with a pornographic moan as she rode out her orgasm. Sam groaned as her walls contracted around his fingers. He slowed his movements down when she whimpered from oversensitivity. “So good, baby…” He pressed soothing kisses against her shoulder and neck as her head fell back against his shoulder.

He pulled his hands out of her underwear and admired the way they glistened with her juices before he held them up to her face and pressed them against her lips. “Open up.”  His fingers slid easily into her warm mouth and she moaned as she suckled on them, tongue stroking over his digits to clean them up entirely.

A groan that didn’t belong to (Y/N) nor Sam echoed in the room. Sam’s eyes snapped into the direction of the voice an unreadable expression on his face as he saw Clint’s flushed face. (Y/N) on the other hand, just grinned around Sam’s fingers. “How long do you stand there already?” He pulled his fingers from (Y/N)’s mouth, making her whimper pathetically, and pulled a nearby blanket over her to cover her form.

Clint scratched nervously the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Since the beginning…” Sam’s eyes grew wide, a mixture of emotions bubbling in his stomach. “What the he…”

“Did you like what you saw?” (Y/N) interrupted Sam’s onslaught and grinned broadly. Both Sam and Clint looked at her with a puzzled look as she pulled the blanket away to expose herself again. The archer’s eyes instantly dropped back down to her body as he licked his lips and nodded. “Maybe you could join in next time?”

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Forever My Love

Steve Rogers x Curvy Female Reader

Other characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton

Warnings: As much fluff as your heart can handle, (later chapter, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping.)

A/N: I had this originally as a Chris Evans story but the climate surrounding him I didn't feel comfortable writing it. Maybe when things calm down I'll go back to writing Chris stories. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this little story. This is Part 1. Again please comment and reblog, they make me happy.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself an outcast, You had friends, you went out and had fun but you pretty much stayed to yourself. Your best friends were Wanda and Clint. You were pretty much the 3 musketeers. All 3 of you lived in the same cul de sac as well as 2 other families, the Barnes’ and Rogers’. You always saw them hanging out together but the 3 of you never really hung out that much with them. Them being Bucky and Steve. 

You were so shy, that when Wanda and Clint came to ask you to play when you were kids you almost ran home too afraid to say hello. After a few more attempts to ask you to play, your mother talked to you and just told you to give them a chance because they seemed like nice kids. Since that day you have never looked back and thank your mother for pushing you to the 2 best friends you’ll ever have. And now here you are senior year at Howard Stark High School, named after the famed inventor from your hometown. Summer had been great, you and Wanda both worked at the local ice cream shop called May’s while Clint worked right next door at Hawk archery store. Before the first day of school you told wanda that you wanted a little bit of a change for senior year. So she came over and had a day of beauty and went over what you wanted to change. 

You always wore simple clothes not really being too much into fashion like wanda but you wanted to branch out. Being a bit of a thicker gal it was always hard to find cute clothes that fit you, so you both headed out of your small town to the next one over and found some great clothes to help in your little change you wanted. When you got back Clint was a little butt hurt that he wasn’t asked to join so you let him come over and gave him a facial and manicure which he didn't mind. What you didn't notice was when you got back from the shops, Steve was watching you from his front yard as he was mowing it. He was shy like you but you never noticed it because you always thought he was as confident as Bucky. When in reality he was an awkward teen and didn't know how to talk to girls, especially ones he really liked, like you. He really wanted to ask you out but was afraid of you turning him down. He didn’t want any other girls, he wanted you. 

After you went in your house he finished his work and went inside his house and took a shower to get the summer heat and sweat off him before he walked over to Bucky’s house. He needed advice and the only person who could give him that was Bucky. Walking over to Bucky’s house he just lets himself in with a small knock on the door announcing himself. “Hey Buck, it’s me where are you?” Bucky peeked his head around the corner scaring the crap out of Steve. “Right here buddy, what's up!”

“Oh jesus christ buck don't do that.”

“Sorry about that. Come on, let's go play video games before our brains start to melt with school work soon.” Steve just shakes his head in disbelief. Bucky may say he doesn’t like school but he has some of the best grades in the school. 

“Actually Bucky, I need your help with something.” Seeing the seriousness on his face Bucky knew he really had to hear him out. “What’s up?” With a hefty sigh Steve got to the point.

“You know y/n across the street? I want to ask her out, but I don't know how to approach her. I think she is just pretty and I'm afraid I’ll say the wrong thing.”

“Alright pal, first of all have you ever talked to her?” Looking down at his hands he shakes his head no.

“Look I know you’re a bit shy but we have to try and get past that so you can get the girl, because you don't want to lose her to someone else.”

“God buck, she’s so damn pretty I don't know how I'm going to do this. Plus, I don't know how I will get her alone. Clint and Wanda are always with her like a shield.”

“Hey don’t worry about that. They are like us always together looking after each other. I can see it. I'm sure they are just protective of the other.” Soon enough Bucky was giving Steve the right way to speak to you and hopefully try and ask you out on a date. 

The next day was the first day of school and you were a little nervous about your outfit. Wanda assured you that it looked great on you and to not overthink it. So you stepped out of your house with Wanda and Clint waiting for you in Clint's car. You're wearing a cute brown sundress with a jean jacket and low top sneakers. As you walk, Clint starts blasting Cherry pie by Warrant and they both start whistling as you walk towards the car. You just shake your head at your two dorky friends and get in the back seat. “Y/N you look fantastic no one at school is going to believe it’s you.” Wanda was beaming like a proud mamma. “If you weren’t my best friend I'd ask you out.”

“Clint that’s very sweet but you’re like my brother that would be weird.” While all this was happening Steve watched you drive off with your friends as he was getting in his car with Bucky. He was driving too fast to see you in the back but he couldn't wait to see you at school.

“Hey lover-boy, let's get going or we’ll be late.”

“Shut up Bucky and get in the car.” 

Steve starts the car and backs out of his driveway and heads down the road towards school. The parking lot was chaotic with students milling around or standing by their cars showing off what they did to them during the summer. As Steve drove into the lot he saw you and your friends standing by Clint's car and there so happened to be an empty spot next to it. He carefully parked next to you and shut the engine off. You turned around when you saw a car park next to you and your friends and saw it was Steve and Bucky. When Steve stepped out of his car he looked amazing, wearing dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt and brown leather jacket. 

Wow, was he always this good looking?  Was your inner thoughts. He looked right at you as soon as he closed his door and gave you a lopsided smile. You returned his smile with one of your own and a small wave. You then felt warmth on your face and ducked your face down and looked away. 

Oh my god she looks like a goddess in that dress. That is what Steve was telling himself as he saw you standing by the car. The smile he gave you was a shot in the dark in hopes you would return it and you did. He felt his heart flutter when you smiled back, he’s really glad his asthma is under control now otherwise he would be having an attack right now. When you turned back to talk to your friends Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulders as if to say ‘that's a good first start’ They both headed into the building to get their schedules and a quick bagel from the cafeteria. 

When you get to your 1st hour, you’re a little bummed that your friends aren't in this class with you but you do see a familiar face, Steve Rogers. This was honors biology and so everyone was sat 2 at a lab table, since you didn't know anyone else you start walking towards Steve. Steve looks up to see you enter the classroom looking for a place to sit. When you spot him you start walking to him almost hesitantly.

“Um, is th-this seat taken?” He looks at you like you just gave him the hardest equation known to man, when you ask again he shakes himself from his stupor and smiles up at you.

“Oh, no go ahead, it'd be a pleasure to have you sit with me.” ‘Smooth Rogers, real smooth’ You giggled at his response and sat down next to him. Steve throws caution to the wind and decides to speak first. Come on you dork you can do it.

“You know we’ve lived in the same cul de sac since we were kids and we’ve never really talked to each other?”

“I think that has to do with Clint and Wanda taking up all my free time.” You both laugh a little bit, then your laughter stops as soon as your teacher enters the room.

“Okay class welcome back for another great school year” He said a little sarcastically. “So just to let you know, I hope you like where you are sitting because the person next to you will be your lab partner for the remainder of the school year.” You and Steve look at each other with wide eyes but smile in the end. Your teacher goes over the basic safety procedures for the lab and most of the projects that you all will be doing during the year. 

The last 5 mins of class the teacher gives everyone time to get to know their partner. All you and Steve can do is smile and laugh at pretty much nothing, then the bell rings. You gather your things and put them in your backpack and Steve does the same.

“So what class do you have next?” You look at your schedule and see what you have next.

“Um, I have financial algebra next.”

“Really? So do I.” and he shows you his schedule and sees that you have the next 2 classes together.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence.”

“Can I walk with you to class?” Steve asks nervously.

“I’d Like that a lot” You walk towards the door and he lets you pass first like a gentleman and you head down the hall and to the right towards algebra. Entering the class you see both Wanda and Bucky sitting in the same row but 2 desks separating them. 

They see you both come in and wave at their respected friends. Steve lets you walk ahead of him and you sit to Wanda’s right and Steve to Bucky’s left. Wanda starts talking first.

“So what was that about?”

“What, we had the first hour together and found out that we have the 1st 3 classes together so he walked me here.” While you're talking to Wanda, Bucky starts asking Steve a million questions.

“So did you ask her out yet? Why did you walk her to class? Do you think she likes you, because I saw the way she looked at you before she sat down?”

“Bucky slow down man. Well she came into 1st hour and asked to sit next to me. Turns out we’re gonna be lab partners all year. We went to leave class and I asked what her next call was because I didn't want to leave her side and we have 3 classes together.”

“Steve, I think being able to ask her out is going to be easier than you thought huh?” 

Steve looks over at you and smiles, you look over your shoulder at the same time and smile back at him with a blush. He turns back to Bucky with a big grin on his face. “I’m gonna try my hardest to ask her out real soon and treat her like the goddess she is.”  Wanda looks back at you after you turn back around and gives you a look.

“What?” “What do you mean, what? Since when are you and Steve so friendly and that little smile he gave you?”

“It was just friendly. I don't think it meant anything.”

“Well whatever it was, don't lose it because I think he might be into you.” You weren’t a girl that the guys ever went for but seeing the way Steve was smiling at you and wanting to walk you to class stirred something in you. 

Your next class with Steve was advanced studio painting. Knowing you and Steve loved art was something unexpected but refreshing. Again you two sat close to each other in the class, looking at the other when the other wasn’t paying attention. This new thing between you and Steve almost felt natural like you were meant to connect now for some reason. Clint sat behind you guys and noticed this new development, he would bring it up to you later at lunch. When class ended it was time for lunch so you headed out towards the parking lot to meet Wanda at Clint’s car. Steve caught up with you while you were walking. 

“So, um what are you doing for lunch?”

“Oh, uh Wanda, Clint and I head down the street to the sub shop and hang there. It's sort of a tradition for us.” “Oh.” You could see disappointment in his eyes.

“Would you like to join us? The more the merrier, I mean if you want to?” He gave you the biggest, brightest smile that could light up a room.

“Yeah that would be great let me just go tell Bucky and we can meet you there?”

“That sounds great, can’t wait to see you.” And just like that Steve runs to find Bucky to tell him their lunch plans. You laugh at his eagerness and begin your trek to the car. Clint and Wanda are already waiting by the car when you walk up. “Hey guys, um do you mind if someone joins us for lunch, they’ll meet us there?”

“Is it Steve?” Clint is the first to pipe up.

“How do you know?”

“Please y/n i was sitting behind you guys in art class, i could see the looks you were giving each other.”

“They did the same thing in algebra this morning.” You look away in embarrassment but you know your friends mean well. “Yes it's Steve, is that okay with you guys?”

“Sure, we have no problem right Clint?” Wanda gives him a pointed look. He’s like a big brother so he can be protective. “Yeah sure, let's get going before all the good spots are gone.”       

Steve had such a supportive friend in Bucky. When he told him about lunch and being able to hang out with you, Bucky was on board anything to get his buddy the girl of his dreams. They arrived at the shop just as you had parked and got out of the car. You gave Clint your order and leant on the car waiting. You guys loved this place. It had great food and always 80s and 90s music blasting from the speakers. Steve walked up to you as Bucky went to put his and Steve’s orders in.

“Hey there.” “Hey yourself. Have you ever been here?”

“A few times.” “Yeah we love this place, it just feels nostalgic.” You both just stare at the other like you’re the only two people around. While this is happening Bucky is standing behind Wanda and Clint in line. This gave Clint the opportunity to ask Bucky what’s been on his mind since class. 

“Hey Bucky, I have to ask. Is Steve really into y/n or this some sick joke to play on her? Because she’s really shy and has never had a guy be interested in her like I see Steve being. I don't want her to get hurt. She's like a sister to me and I don't want her heart to get broken by the first guy that's interested in her.”

“Hey Clint i get it, i know we’ve pretty much known each other since we were kids but don't know much about the other. But what I do know is Steve is completely into her and wants to treat her right. He’s just as shy as she is and this is a big step for him to talk to a girl he likes. So no this is not a joke he really is into her 100%.”

“Okay then, let’s get our two shy, socially awkward friends together then.” 

Soon enough, you both are pulled from your little bubble by your friends coming back with your lunches. You spend the rest of lunch talking and getting to know one another. Living in the same cul de sac for so long the 5 of you hardly know much about the others. When it's just about time to head back to campus you go to open the back passenger door when you're stopped by a hand on your elbow. You turn around to see Steve smiling down at you and moving his hand lower to your hand. You feel goosebumps and tingles all the way down your arm to your tummy. 

“I was really hoping that this wouldn’t end.”

“Me too, I enjoyed our time together.”

“Then let me take you out this friday night?” You almost can't believe it, Steve Rogers is asking you out on a date. He has a twinkle in his eyes of hopefulness.

“I’d really like that Steve, But I've never been on a date before. I don't want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, so what do you say? Friday night 6pm?”

“Sounds great, you know where I live.” He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. The butterflies in your heart travel to your stomach in a tornado. In Steve’s car Bucky is punching the air in victory for his friend. Wanda is happily clapping her hands and Clint is looking on like a proud brother. 

Getting in the car you are on cloud 9, not even paying attention to Wanda talking to you about what you're going to wear on your date. Steve is so happy he is practically speeding towards school making Bucky hold on for dear life. When you got back to school you really didn’t pay much attention to your last 3 classes, thinking too much about Steve. Steve was no better himself. Practically daydreaming in class, that Bucky had to smack him on the back of the head when the teacher asked him a question in world history class. When the final bell rang, everyone ran out of their classes to get out and head home or to their after school jobs. 

When you guys were driving home you could see Steve and Bucky behind you heading their way home. When you turned around to see you smiled and Steve could see you so he waved back. Clint parked in his family's driveway and you all got out to head to your own homes. Wanda ran to her house dropping off her backpack and headed over to your house. She had to talk to you about what happened today. She practically busted through your front door yelling.

“HI MRS. Y/L/N! I JUST CAME TO TALK TO Y/N!” Your mom almost jumped out of her shoes.

“Oh my goodness Wanda, what is the hurry?”

“No time to talk, gotta get to y/n’s room.” Your mom just shook her head and went back to getting dinner ready. 

As you’re putting your jacket in your closet you can hear your best friend barreling her way into your house. You just laugh and wait for her to bust into your room.

“Okay girl, we have to figure out what you’re going to wear on your date with Steve.”

“Hey calm down, I haven't even told my mom yet.”

“Well let's put an outfit together then I’ll come down with you so you can tell your mom. She’s going to be so excited for you.” Wanda heads into your closet and searches for a few outfits for friday. After about an hour of mixing matching clothes you find the right outfit. Heading out of your room, you find your mom in the living room relaxing a bit. You’re a little bit nervous to tell her about this date. 

“Um, mom, there's something I want to tell you. Now before I do,I want you to know I'm really excited about this and I hope you will be too.” 

“Alright sweetie whatever it is, I'll be happy for you.” With a big sigh you get to it. 

“I have my first ever date friday night.” 

“Oh my gosh, my baby has a date. Who is it with sweetie? Is he a nice boy?” 

“Oh mom, he is so sweet and such a nice guy. It’s Steve Rogers from across the street.”

“The shy young man with the blonde hair?” 

“Yes mom, I'm really excited for this and I hope you will let me go?”

“Of course baby, I don’t see any problem with you going out with Steve. He’s such a nice boy, I hope you have fun and tell me everything afterwards, okay?”

“I will mom, thank you so much.” 

“Alright dinner will be ready soon, Wanda are you staying to eat?” 

“Oh I have to get home to help my mom with our dinner but maybe another night. Y/N I will talk to you later.”

“Okay Wanda, talk to you later.”

After you finished dinner you went to your room and cleaned up the mess you and Wanda made with the clothes. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement from your window. You go over and lift up the window and see Clint in his room rocking out to some music. Since you were kids you and Clint tied a rope between your windows and put a bell to let the other know you wanted to talk. When you hear the song fade out you tug on the rope and the bell starts to ring. He turns around and sees you laughing at him and goes to open his window. 

“Hey buttercup, whatcha want?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing? You’ve been kind of quiet since I told you guys about Steve asking me out and I wanted to know if you’re okay with it?”

“Buttercup, you're like a sister to me and I just want to see you happy. But I will say this, I'm sure he won't do it but if he hurts you I will hurt him.” He looks at you trying to look serious. All you can do is laugh when he breaks out into a big smile.

“I knew I could count on you Clint, thank you for being there for me.” “Anything for you buttercup, now let me get back to my personal concert and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Bro.” With that you close your window and get ready for bed. 

Across the street it’s pretty much the same at Steve’s house. His mom and dad were very happy for him. He couldn’t stop talking about you at dinner. Steve’s mom was worried he wouldn’t come out of his shell, but now knowing he was able to ask a sweet, pretty girl who he says is the girl of his dreams, she couldn’t be happier for him. And of course his dad gave him ‘the talk’ to which Steve had a deep blush on his face the whole time.

“Dad, I’m a gentleman, I’m not going to do anything like that on the first date. I’m just hoping for a kiss, that's all”

“Well son, I just want to make sure you’re prepared for when the time comes. I know we taught you well and have good manners.”

“I know dad, I just want to treat her right. I know it seems soon and I’m young and all but, she’s it for me dad. I can see her with me for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself son, take it one day at a time.”

"I will dad, don’t worry.” After helping his mom clean up the dishes from dinner he went upstairs to get ready for bed. He got under the covers ready to sleep but all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think of you and see you tomorrow at school. With a big smile on his face he turned over and fell asleep with your face on his mind. 

The rest of the school week went like the first day. You and Steve talking more and being flirtatious to each other. When Friday came you were a ball of nerves, so was Steve. When you got home from school Clint and Wanda came over to help you out with getting ready, even though Clint didn't do much but sit at your desk and talk about what not to do on the date. That big brother mentality he has around you. Bucky was laying on Steve’s bed exasperated because he was overthinking what to wear on your date.

“Steve, bud go simple. Wear that light blue button up and jeans. Don't go fancy unless you’re taking her somewhere fancy, just go with that shirt.”

“Yeah you’re right. Ugh I’m so nervous man. What if i fuck up and i never see her again?”

“That's impossible, you’re the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Chicks dig that, besides you are the nicest guy i know she’ll like whatever you do.” 

Before you knew it, it was 6pm and Your doorbell rang. Wanda let out an excited squeal and made sure to check your make-up to see if it was still good and ran towards the door as your mom opened it. As soon as you went to your door, Clint stopped you.

“Y/N look i want you to know, I’m happy for you. And if he tries to pull anything during the date you call me, but I have a feeling you won’t because he’s a good guy.”  You gave Clint a quick hug and left your room. You got to the living room where your mom was talking to Steve. When they heard your shoes clicking on the floor, they turned around at the same time. Your mom had a big smile on her face. Steve looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. 

“Sweetie, you look wonderful.” Your mom beamed with pride. Steve stood up and walked over to you still he hadn’t said anything until he was about 2 feet away from you. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” You wore a long sleeve bodysuit with an orange skirt and thigh high boots.

"Thank you Steve, you look very handsome, that shirt really brings out your eyes.” You both were blushing with each other's compliments.

“Well if you’re ready your chariot awaits.” With a small giggle, Steve intertwined his hand with yours and walked towards the front door. You turned around and said bye to your mom and 2 best friends. He actually drove his car from across the street where his house was to yours instead of walking over. His car was a dream, a 1971 Chevy Chevelle plus it was a convertible that sold you.

“Have I ever told you I really like your car?”

“No you haven’t but I'm glad you do. Most girls aren't into cars nowadays.” He opened the passenger door for you and didn't let go of your hand until you were seated and then closed your door. He ran over to his side and got in. 

You both drove off in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence. He drove you to a local diner that everyone in town really enjoyed, Ben’s Diner. He found a parking space and turned off the engine, before you could reach for the handle he stopped you.”

You stay there I’ll get the door for you.” You blushed a little bit at his gentleman-like behavior. He got out and came to your door and as he opened it he stretched out his hand for you to take. Closing the door he brings your hand into the crook of his elbow and walks you towards the diner. Then you kind of paused a bit and this caught Steve’s attention. In your head you're thinking, are there people from school here if they are, are they going to make comments about you being here with Steve? 

“Hey is everything okay?”

“I just got nervous all of a sudden. What if there are kids from school here? What if they think I shouldn't be with you?”

It was no secret that Steve was a very good looking guy, well built, beautiful blue eyes you can get lost in. “Who cares what they say. I’m here with you. Can I tell you a secret?”

You nod your head for him to continue. “This is actually my first date. You're the only girl I've ever wanted to ask out. There’s been no one else I have ever wanted to be with than you.” You look at him with wide eyes. You thought Steve would have had girls before you, boy were you wrong. And to tell you he’s been wanting to ask you out for a long while now makes your heart skip a beat.

“I didn't know you have been wanting to ask me out for so long. Okay let’s go in.” With big smiles you both enter the diner. When you go in you see May, your old boss from the ice cream shop behind the counter helping out. Her nephew Peter is bussing tables as well. “Y/N sweetheart, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, come here and give me a hug.” May was like another mom to you and Wanda. She walks from behind the counter and gives you a bone crushing hug. 

“May, it’s so great to see you. Oh, May this is Steve Rogers, Steve this is May Parker my old boss at the ice cream shop.”

“Ma’am it's nice to meet you.” He tries to shake her hand but she’s a hugger so she wraps her arms around he middle giving him the same bone crushing hug.

“Oh please we don't shake hands, we are huggers. And please call me May, ma’am makes me feel old. So what brings you two here tonight?”

“Actually May, this is Steve and I’s first date.” The biggest smile appears on her face. “Well then let me show you my special spot just for tonight.” She grabs a few menus and leads you both over to a quiet corner of the diner.

“Ben usually uses this when he wants a quiet place to finish doing the books for the diner and shop but this is the perfect spot for a date this special.” “Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You sit opposite of each other in the booth and start looking at the menu. Dinner went great, you talked, you laughed and you noticed that no one was really paying attention to the two of you. Just before the check came, Peter came over to grab your plates from the table and chatted with you for a bit. He was a junior at your high school and it seemed that he and Steve had a lot in common.  

Steve paid the bill and you were both off and out of the diner, full and happy. You both waved to Ben who was in the kitchen and May who was manning the counter. Walking hand in hand back to Steve’s car, again he opened your door and led you inside.

“So where are we going next?” “That my beautiful angel is a surprise.” You blushed at the pet name he just gave you.

“Hey, why don’t you show me what this car can do Stevie?” “Wow, you just got way hotter y/n"

With that he pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road and notices there are hardly any cars on the street. So he looks over at you and then starts shifting gears to get the car up to speed and then punches it into 4th gear and you’re loving it. Steve sees the pure joy on your face and he knows then and there, you're it for him and he hasn't even kissed you yet. When Steve sees the road he has to take he slows down and turns off the main road. As he is driving he pushes the button to let the top down on the car. In a few minutes you come to a clearing and park it over a small lookout. Steve shut off the car but keeps the music playing on the stereo. 

“Oh Steve, this is beautiful. I don't think I've ever been here before.”  “Yeah Bucky told me about this place and I thought it would be a great place for our date, plus we can stargaze.”

That’s when you look up and see how clear the night is and see every star and constellation. Just then Steve grabs a blanket from the back seat and lays it over both your laps. You look over at him and slide over closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you both lean back and watch the stars twinkle in the sky. Every few seconds Steve rubs your shoulder and arms to keep you warm. You look over at Steve who is already staring at you with a small grin on his face. He brings up his other hand to your cheek and caresses it, then he moves it to the back of your neck into your hair. Your breath hitches, thinking to yourself ‘oh god is he going to kiss me now?’ You’ve never kissed a boy before and you’re worried you’ll be bad. 

“You’re so beautiful, I've been waiting so long to ask you this. Can I kiss you?” Feeling breathless you answer him.

“Yes. But I should tell you, this is my first kiss and I don't want to disappoint you.” 

“This is my first kiss too, and I'm glad it’s with you.” He brings your face towards his and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your lips. He closes the gap more and he gently presses his lips to yours. It’s sweet and slow but still passionate. After a few seconds he gets bold and swipes his tongue into your mouth and you grant him entrance. You bring your hands to his chest and move them to his hair. His hands are now on your hips and he grabs them tight and moves you closer to him, if that’s possible. He wants to feel all of you. After you have the need to breathe, you break away from the kiss but just a little so you’re still close to his lips.

“That’s the best first kiss ever.” “Yeah, I never thought it would be that good Steve.” 

Steve gives you one more peck on the lips and you lay your head on his shoulder and enjoy the rest of your time together. When it's almost 10pm, Steve starts up the car to head back into town and drives you home. When he turns into your street, you start to dread the end of your date. He parks in front of your house and you can see the light in your living room still on. Most likely your mom is waiting for you. You start to play with your fingers nervously not knowing what to do. Steve gets out of the car and opens your door and walks you to your door. You start to fish out your keys to keep your mind busy.

“I had a really great time Steve, thank you.” “Me too. I really want to see you again.”

“Really?” “Yeah, I know this is fast but, you’re it y/n. There’s no one else I want in this world.”

“Oh Steve, I feel the same way.” He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up a little bit and kisses you breathless. He puts you back on your feet and kisses your forehead, before loosening his grip on you.

“Good night Steve.”

“Goodnight y/n. I’ll text you okay.”

“Okay.” With a big smile on his face he runs to his car and drives across the street to his house and heads into his house. 

While you and Steve were having your moment, all of your friends were each looking out their windows wanting to see how the date went. Wanda clapped and squealed from her bedroom, Clint was in the garage repairing his arrows shaking his head seeing how happy you were, and Bucky was sitting in his living room punching the air when Steve gave you that kiss.

Steve really wanted to get ready for bed but he was too excited to. He looked out his window and saw that the light was on in your room. So he jumps out of bed and slips out of his house as quietly as possible to run over to your house. He taps on your window so lightly you almost miss it. You cautiously walk over to your window and pull back the curtain and see Steve at your window. You open the window to see why he’s at your house at this hour.

“Steve, what are you doing here? Are you still in your pj’s?” “I couldn’t sleep and I saw your light was still on so I took a risk and came over. I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come in?”  You begin to think about it, hoping you don't get caught and nod your head. Steve then brings his leg over the window sill and jumps in. You laugh at his eagerness getting into your room.

When he finally gets his bearings, he brings you into his arms and kisses you. He never wants to stop kissing, he feels like this is heaven and you're the angel that brought him there. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. "I hope it was okay that I came over?” “It was more than okay.”

Part 2

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[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Would you be up for writing a Clint Barton x fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff three way relationship fic? If I were to request one?

Yes! Anything you want, I’ll try and write it. Hope this was what you were after. My first time at doing something like this (M/F/F) so I apologise if it’s terrible.

Warnings: DIRTY!

Wash my back, I’ll wash yours!

You laid there staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. Heavy breathing from your side keeping you awake like most nights. You’d be a sleep and a sudden loud snore or cough would wake you and once you registered it, that’s it, any noise after that would wake you. You remembered the nights you used to sleep on your own. How things had changed in six months. No more cold nights on your own, no more big bed to yourself, no more waking up when you decided. No more feeling lonely and unloved.

You turned your head to your right, admiring the red headed beauty who was sleeping peacefully on her side. You remembered the night like it was yesterday when the two of you first kissed. Who knew a drunken kiss would light something so big.

“Okay, truth or dare?” Clint wiggled his eyebrows at you.

As one of Tony’s many parties died away yourself and the other Avengers gathered round to play a drunken game and it just so happened to be truth or dare this time. “Dare.” you answered feeling brave. Definitely the alcohol.

Clint grinned clapping his hands together as he thought for a second before saying. “I dare you to… make out with, Nat!” he pointed over to her excitedly.

You glanced her way before raising your eyebrow at him. “You sure?” he nodded grinning. You shrugged getting to your feet.  “Alright, don’t hate me if I turn your woman, though.” you teased before sitting next to her.

She watched you as you moved, smirking. “You think you’re that good, huh?” she grinned a little.

You nodded biting your lip. “Oh, I’m that good.” you whispered as you leaned in. “Think you can handle it?” you asked in a seducing tone.

“Definitely, baby.”

“Just do it!” Sam rolled his eyes making you smirk as you turned to look at him and the others who had all kind of lent in to watch the show.

“I think the boys want a show, Nat.”

Nat nodded grinning. “You know, I think you’re right, Y/N.”

She smiled as she placed her hand on the back of your head and slowly leaned in. You pressed your lips against hers as you both closed your eyes. Slowly you let your hand slid up her bare thigh as you felt her swipe her tongue over your bottom lip. You smiled opening your mouth for her to slip her tongue in and slowly taste every part of your mouth. Your other hand snaked its way up into her hair, lightly tugging on it making her moan as you fought to deepen the kiss. Your mouths danced against each other, moans and saliva swapping.

If it wasn’t for the breathy ‘fuck’ Sam let out the pair of you would probably have gone a little further than a make out. After that, you excused yourself with the excuse of needing to turn in when, in actual fact you were going to get rid of some of your sexual frustration you’d worked up.

After that night something changed between not only you and Nat but Clint too. The pair of them seemed to be more touchy feely with you and vise versa. You’d always had a thing for Clint, the older man thing but there was something about Natasha being a killer assassin and seductive that turned you on. Clint and Nat had been going out a while and were happy so, when they came to you one night with a question you were completely confused.

“Will I what?” if you’d raised your eyebrows any higher they’d have been lost in your hair.

“Will you fuck, us?” Nat shrugged like it was no big deal. You stared at her and her boyfriend, your mouth hung open as you thought about what they were asking.

You nodded after a while trying to get your brain to work. “Together? Separately? What ya’ thinking?”

“Threesome.” Clint grinned happily.

Threesome. It didn’t sound like a terrible idea. You did find both of them attractive yes but, they were together. Wouldn’t it be awkward after. “Are you sure? I mean, you two are-”

“Horny as fuck and we want this!” Nat deadpanned. You began smirking a little knowing she was deadly serious.

“So?” Clint pressed.

You took a deep breath nodding. “Fuck it!”

“Hey, baby.” you turned your head towards the door and began smiling at Clint. “Did I wake you?” he whispered as he walked over to you as you sat up in bed, careful not to wake Nat up.

You shook your head smiling up at him. “Nah. She, did.” you smirked glancing down to Natasha’s still sleeping form. Clint chuckled as he leaned over pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “How’d the mission go?” you asked as he began to undress himself.

He shrugged sighing. “It went.” you rolled your eyes with a smile as you watched him lose his clothing until he was bare in front of you. You bit your lip as your eyes fell down his body. “Much rather have been here and doing what you two seem to have been doing.” he grinned with a wink when he saw you were naked after the covers fell off your body.

You blushed looking back over to Nat. “I’d rather you have been here, too.” you admitted.

Nat moaned as she shifted under the covers, revealing her breast making you squeeze your thighs together. “How about, we leave sleeping beauty alone and, you help me wash my back?” Clint wiggled his eyebrows at you licking his bottom lip. You nodded grinning, taking his hand and letting him pull you towards your ensuite bathroom.

Hands slid everywhere as you and Clint made out in the shower, your bodies pressed together all wet and soapy. You moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his cock between your legs.

“Fuck!” you gasped dropping your head back. “Love your cock, baby.” Clint kissed and licked your throat as his hands gripped your ass cheeks. Your hands grabbed a hold of his shoulders firmly, moving your lips back to his.

Clint raised his left hand grabbing a hold of your breast, squeezing it hard. His thumb rubbing circles over your nipple before pinching it making you maon loudly. “Fuck!” he dropped his face and took your nipple in between his lips, sucking and nipping at your hardened nub.

You slid your hand down his body, wrapping your hand around his cock. You slowly slid your hand up and down his length, squeezing it as you did making him moan loudly. You pressed your lips against his neck and jaw before slipping your tongue into his mouth. His fingers slid down your stomach until he found your clit drawing circles over your sensitive nub, pinching it. “Oh, fuck!” you moaned again, grinding down on his hand.

“Fuck, baby, get on your knees. Suck it!”

His hand tangled into your hair as you held his cock in your mouth, sucking his head before swirling your tongue around his tip. You slowly pumped him as you sucked him, moaning around his length. “Shit, baby!”

You pulled back and licked up and down his length, flicking your tongue over his tip. You gently cupped his balls playing with them in your hands. You slowly took his length into your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down his dick. Clint’s head fell back as he began thrusting his hips forwards, his cock head hitting the back of your throat.

“This doesn’t look like washing his back, Y/N.” you pulled off Clint’s cock with pop, grinning up at Natasha who had pulled back the curtain with a grin.

You bit your lip looking up at her then Clint. “Want me to wash yours, too?” you smirked cheekily. Nat joined you and Clint in the shower immedietly locking lips with Clint whilst you gripped her thighs and devoured his pussy. She moaned as did Clint when she wrapped her hand around his cock. Your tongue flicked over her clit a few times before you began sucking on it.

“Fuck…” Nat gasped looking down at you. Your tongue slid up and down her slit, dipping in every now and then before swirling around her clit. Her head dropped as Clint grabbed her breast and squeezed it. You gently ran your finger over her nub, circling it slowly before slowly sliding it into her. You grinned against her as she gasped loudly. “Shit, baby…”

“Fuck… I love seeing my girls like this.” Clint moaned as he bent down and took Nat’s breast into his mouth as you inserted two fingers and finger fucked her.

You wrapped your lips around her clit as you sped up your pase. “Yes… So, close.” Nat whimpered. You pushed three fingers in, stretching them apart as you pushed them in and out. “Fuck!” Nat barked as you nibbled her clit before sucking it, sending her over the edge.

“Fuck! So hot… need to shove my cock, in… who wants it?” Clint asked as he pumped his cock a few times.

“Y/N! Fuck… she deserves it after that, fucking orgasm.” Nat chuckled.

You giggled as Nat pulled you up. You wrapped your arms around each other, your lips pressing together as you devoured each others mouths. Your hands grabbing a hold of her breasts as she spreading your ass cheeks so Clint could press his cock against your pussy. Quickly Clint pushed into your cunt making you pull away from Natasha gasping loudly as the feeling.

“Like that, baby?” she asked grinning as she slid her hand down your stomach and began rubbing circles over your clit.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Clint growled as he slammed into you. He wrapped his hand around your throat and turned your head before crashing his lips against yours. He moaned tasting Nat on your tongue. You pulled back moaning as you felt Nat’s mouth begin to lap at your dripping cut.

“Oh, shit… yes!” the two of them worked together, Clint fucking you from behind as Nat licked and sucked at you. Her fingers brushing Clint’s cock as it slid in and out of you. A few more thrust and you felt that snap as your cunt clenched around Clint, squeezing everything out of him as he too came inside you. All three of you moaning in unison.

After a few moments, you all stood under the shower together, catching your breaths as you let the water wash away the dirt. Smiling lazily at each other, gentle touches as you calmed down.

You didn’t have to say it, you could see it in each others eyes. You loved each other. No matter what, you loved each other.

[worksby-gabriella]

Boyfriend

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: Kate wants to be Y/N's new boyfriend girlfriend.

Warning: none?

Very light fem!reader

Inspired By: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

  “Babe! hurry up! We’re gonna be late again ‘cus of you!” Spencer calls from the lower level of his penthouse. his tone short and irritated. 

  “I’m going!” I yell back. 

  Me and Spencer have been dating for nine months. The first six were amazing, surprisingly. Spencer had made it known that he was not a relationship person but every time I stepped foot over his penthouse threshold every warning, anyone had ever given me about spencer was thrown out the door. I didn’t live with him, but I often spent the night over for days at a time and it always felt like he made sure to make this lavish penthouse feel like a sacred place for me. 

  These three months? I can’t help but describe it as bitter. I care about Spencer but that doesn’t mean loving him is easy these past few months. His words have gotten ugly with me, he’s short tempered, doesn’t take me seriously, he comes home late at night smelling like expensive perfume, when he knows I’ve been waiting for him. When his dad gets on him about taking his future seriously, he acts like a five-year-old and takes all his anger out on me. Right now, we’re heading to a networking gala for Eleanor Bishop, Spencer’s dad’s business partner. His dad thought it would only be right that I tag along since I work for Bishop Security and work for Eleanor as her assistant. 

  As I’m walking down the stairs Spencer looks me up and down and scoffs, “That’s what you’re wearing?” 

  “Yeah? Why?” I ask.

  “It’s a little... lowsy, don’t you think? I mean my friends, and people from work are gonna be there.”

  “Um, I can change if you want?”

  “No, it’s fine we don’t want you wasting anymore time.”

  We head downstairs to the lobby to meet the driver Spencer’s dad sent over and paid for. Shortly after we’ve gotten in the car his phone starts ringing. 

  “Dad? Yeah, we’re on our way right now. Wait- what? Why’s Kate going? She never goes. No. I don’t give a fuck dad. I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t make me say hi.”

  My attentions perks up at Kate’s name. Kate’s going to be there? Thank god. Usually when she goes and I’m there and Spencer’s busy with... Spencer things she’ll find me and keep me company. 

  “k. bye.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Kate’s there. And my dad is making me say hello.” 

  “Kate’s there? Why?” I say questioning. 

  “Yeah. Why do you care?”

  “I don’t.” 

  The silence is almost painful so I start up a civil conversation. “How long do you think we’ll be here?” 

  “God do you ever stop talking?! My head is pounding.”

  “Right. Sorry.” 

  I take my phone out of my clutch pull up Kate’s contact, we don’t text much since we only see eachother when I’m working but we’ve texted a few short times.

Me: i heard your gonna be there tn? 

Kate: Unfortunately, yeah

Me: oh ok

Kate: Why? You going? 

Me: Yup, with Spencer.

Kate: ah Spencer, what a delight.

Me: He’s had a long week.

Kate: You give him to much credit. 

  After a couple minutes of me not responding due to me not knowing how to respond Kate sends a second text: Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you there. k?

Me: K

  When we arrive at the gala Spencer’s dad meets us at the front. 

  “I still can’t believe you wore that.”

  “Son. Not now.” 

 “Miss Y/N, you look beautiful tonight.”

  “Thank you, James.”

  “Well you two better get going, make sure to network Spencer, It is a networking event after all.” 

  After I’ve said hi to some of Spencer’s colleagues and friends Spencer starts looking around. 

  “Who’re you looking for?” I ask

  “Kate. Dad will be on my ass if I don’t say hi.”

  I start looking all around the ballroom as I see Kate already walking towards us in her black suit and hair up.

  “There you are I’ve been waiting for you.” She says resting her hand on my waist,, not acknowledging Spencer. 

  “Hello, Kate.” I tell her my voice barley above a whisper as she pulls me in for a hug, her hand rubbing my back. 

  “Alright, Alright. Stop feeling up my girlfriend. Hello, Katie.” Spencer wraps a hand around my waist, acting like an animal trying to assert dominance. 

  Kate let’s go of me and takes stiff step back, “Spencer. Hi” She says with a tight lipped smile.

  Spencer goes in to shake her hand but she just stares down at it and looks back up to his face, “My name is Kate.”

  Kate looks down at Spencer’s hand and meets my eyes, quirking up an eyebrow, sticking her tongue to the side of her mouth and looking away before looking back at Spencer.

  “Ha. Well, it was great seeing you, but I’ve got some people to talk to.” He unwraps his hand from my waist and starts to turn around. 

  “Wait, where are you going?” I question.

  “Are you deaf? I said I was going to talk to people.” 

  “Who?”

  Shaking his head, he looks back at me shrugging, “Who else? Some of us work real jobs, Y/N”

  Kate’s watching our interaction and I couldn’t be more embarrassed than I am right now.

  I sigh and look up at Kate as I sit down at the nearest table, “Sorry.” 

  “For what?” 

  “Spencer.” I say apologizing for his childish behavior.

  “Well like you said, it’s been a long week.” Kate’s throwing my words back at me. 

  “Yeah. Long week.” 

 I hear her take a few steps closer to me, standing next to where I’m sitting. She hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to grab my attention, “Hey”

  “I need to go find my mom, but I’ll come find you later, yeah?”

  “Yeah, okay.” I say nodding.

  I haven’t seen Spencer since the last time he said he was going to talk to people at the gala, and I’m bored sitting here at the table. Kate said she was going to come find me but that was so long ago, and she still hasn’t shown so I pull out my phone and start scrolling through Instagram. 

  When I look up from my phone, I search the room with my eyes for Spencer seeing as it’s getting kind of late. I finally spot him and he’s in a corner with a blond. Both are holding a drink in their hand, and she’s laughing gripping his bicep as Spencer whispers something in her ear. I keep watching, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene, only hurting myself more. Seconds later Spencer locks eyes with me and disregards the fact that I just saw everything play out. He grabs the blonde woman’s hand and leads her down a hallway.

  I look down at my phone, trying to play it off, trying to keep my cool so I don’t become a pathetic mess at this stupid gala, in front of everyone I work with. 

  I sense someone’s presence next to me and a musky scent of lavender and mahogany, knowing who it is I look up at her. I look up at Kate. 

  “Come on.” She tells me, already starting to walk, motioning for me to follow her.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see, Y/N”

  We reach a room towards the middle of the hallway and she opens the door for me, following right behind me, closing the door.

Looking around I notice it's a room with some shelves, a desk, and a fireplace. A study of some sort.

"Kate wha-"

Still facing the door she says, "Can you believe it? We're finally alone."

Turing around she looks me in my eyes and starts walking over to me, by the desk.

"No Spencer. Just me and you."

"Wha-" I try to get a word out.

Kate inches closer to me, standing directly in front of me, as I also move backward, closer to the front of the desk.

"He's dancing. You're alone. I came to find you. What are the chances, Y/N."

She moves even closer, who knew that was possible? I move backwards some more, making room for her. I'm practically sitting on the edge of the desk as she stands between my legs.

She glances back at the door as she stands close enough to emit some tension. I'm looking down not sure of what's going on but not being against it, as Kate looks down at me.

"Y/N?"

"Kate?"

I raise my eyes to her face, focusing on her mouth not having the courage to look her in the eyes yet.

"I swear, the universe must've read my mind. And what was I supposed to do? Not take my chance?"

"Kate, I still have no clue what you're talking about." I state taking a big gulp.

She grabs my hand and hooks her finger under my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, just as she did earlier. She moves a piece of hair out of my face and grabs my wrist, turning it over to trace the palm of hand.

"You know you deserve better than that right?"

"I-"

"I mean what was he doing over there when he could’ve been with you, looking like this."

"What do you mean, Kate?"

"You and Spencer. You used to always be so happy with him and now... you seem kinda miserable. You come to work, and you go into your office, and you keep checking your phone to see if he's texted or called. And he doesn't. You get on the phone with him asking him to lunch on your break and you get off the phone with tears streaming down your face. You call your friends and talk to them about it, I heard how he treats you. You come in super early, looking next to dead because you were awake all night waiting up for him. He treats you like a piece of property that can be altered to his convenience at any moment"

"I'm not saying any of that is true, Kate, but how do you know all this?" I ask.

"You think I 've been coming to work just because I wanted to? I hate it there. I come in because I know you're there. You think I'm not utterly mesmerized by your every move to not watch you all day?"

"I don't know what to say."

Kate looks up from my palm, and puts it on my lap, "Then let me do the talking."

I make eye contact as I say, "Okay." Barely above a whisper.

Kate inches even closer, pulling me into her and goes to my ear, "If I were your boyfriend, I never would've left you alone at that table, I wouldn't even have looked the way of another women if it were you at my side, and I know sure as fuck I wouldn't have left you alone for someone else to drag you into a study all alone."

I can still feel her lips barely touching my ear as I ask, "What're you saying, Kate."

"What I'm saying is-"

Kate gives a quick kiss to my ear, "is that I could be a better boyfriend."

She moves right below my ear, and kisses me again, "a better girlfriend."

She goes lower and gives me another kiss, "I could do everything he was never able to do."

Kate moves to the base of neck and starts placing multiple kisses on my skin, hardly giving in, " I want to steal you from him, Y/N"

I suck in a breath as she continues, " I would treat you right, better even. We would both benefit from this and deep down you know it."

She starts kissing back up my neck, " I don't mean to tell you twice, but sweetheart he will never be able to satisfy you, in more ways than one, that is."

She looks up, and looks me in the eye, "If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight, Y/N."

I find myself agreeing with very word Kate is whispering into my ear and give her a nod.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that, what?"

"Yes. I said Yes." My breathing is uneven due to Kate's shenanigans.

She presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, pats the outside my thigh and hands me her hand to help me off the desk.

"What about Spencer, Kate?"

"Forget about Spencer. We'll just walk out, hopefully the asshole will get the memo. I don't want hear his name ever again."

So, that's what we do, Kate has her hand wrapped all the way around my waist as we walk to the doors, ignoring the stares.

We hear fast footsteps feet away from us, “Y/N!" We hear Spencer yell.

"Don't turn around." Kate tells me, she throws him the finger, still looking straight forward, exiting.