Clint One Shots

♡ Last at Work

BrookeThompson098

You were so sick of paperwork, missions you didn't mind but the paperwork that came with it, you could do without. You huff a sigh, fingers cramping from the constant typing on the computer. Your the last one in the office, it was your own fault, you were notorious for leaving your paperwork until the last minute but you just couldn't help it, or more like you couldn't help yourself because some times he was here with you. Clint hated paperwork as much as you did, he grumbled and huffed, rolled his eyes and once you saw him threaten his computer colourfully. And every now and then your eyes would meet, it happened the first time because of his muttering, you had laughed at the face he was pulling. But over time the glances got more heated, they lasted longer and could become intense. It made you chew your lip until it bled sometimes, his blue eyes burning into yours like you were the last person on earth for him.

It caused you to have some very pleasant day dreams about Clint, kisses by the photocopier, sly touches as you pass by and then outright fucking on your desk. You gave yourself tingles thinking about it, about his hands all over your body.

"Snap out of it" you mutter and get back to typing up your report.

Clint huffs as he heads for his computer, he had forgotten all about his report due in the morning, if Nat hadn't of mentioned it he would of been screwed. He smiles when he sees you at your desk, face set in concentration, tongue poking out the side of your mouth. His pupils dilate when you lick your lips, and naughty images come to mind when you pop a pen in your mouth. Damn that would be in his head all night now, but instead of a pen it would be his cock. He had to fight those thoughts for a while now, especially when you turned up in those tight pencil skirts that made your hips squeezable. His favourite day dream was of you on his desk, skirt pushed up and his face buried in your pussy before fucking you hard. He shakes his head to clear it, you were just to damn sexy.

"Hey Clint, didn't realise you were here" you smile as you head for the water cooler.

"Hey y/n, yeah I forgot a report was due tomorrow" he scrunches his face up.

"Gonna be a long boring night for both of us then" you wink and move back to your desk, leaning over to grab your purse.

You needed coffee to survive the rest of this night, and something to take your mind off Clint now he was here.

"Doesn't have to be boring" he mutters, eyeing your ass up.

"What was that?" his eyes fly to your face and he blushes.

"Uh, nothing. Just thinking out loud" he smiles and starts typing.

You bring him back a coffee and slip it on his desk with a smile, he looks at you to the coffee and back again. He smirks and takes your hand, kissing the knuckles gently.

"Your a life saver" you flush and nod, moving back to your desk.

Clint eyes follow you the whole way, he hadn't missed the blushes or small touches from you. You wanted him as much as he wanted.

"Fuck it" he jumps up and moves to your desk.

Grabbing your hips and spinning you before you can sit down, his lips clash with yours and his tongue sweeps your mouth when you gasp. His hands creep down your hips, squeezing them before trailing to the hem of your skirt. He tugs it up and massages your thighs, pushing between them to hold you closer. His lips trail down your neck, and he pops the first few buttons of your blouse open. His tongue runs over the top of your breasts and you grip your skirt, pulling it higher up, revealing black lace panties.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm gonna tongue fuck you good" he drops to his knees and kisses your covered pussy.

He slips them to one side, and his tongue presses in. You gasp and grip his hair hard, holding him tight to your hot core. He flicks over your clit and your hips thrust into his face, you grind down, panting as a finger pushes into you.

"Oh, fuck. Don't stop" he speeds up and you gush over his fingers.

Your orgasm ripples through you, wave after wave and Clint keeps licking at you. He hums and groans as you fill his mouth, slurping your pussy clean. He stands and wipes is mouth with a grin.

"What the fuck was that?" you pant out.

"I told you I was gonna tongue fuck you" he stops your hands as you try to tug your skirt down.

"I'm not finished yet" he spins and bends you over your desk.

You hear him undo his pants and they hit the floor, his feet kick yours apart and his cock nudges at your entrance. You both groan as he slides in slowly, he doesn't pause or give you time, he thrusts hard and you love it. Soon he is hammering into you, sweat coats your skin and you can feel small bruises forming on your hips from his grip. Your nerve endings pulse and throb with your clit, he moans low and tugs at your hair.

"Fuck, y/n. You feel so good around my cock" his nimble fingers rub at your clit.

The muscles in your back arch and flex at the double stimulations, Clint growls as your soft walls tighten up around him, urging him to go harder. You shriek and call his name, his pounding intensifying to the point of borderline pain as you both cum. His hips stutter as he erupts within you, cum running down your shaking legs. You had never been so thoroughly fucked or cum so quick in your life, an exhausted clint rests his head on your back.

"Holy shit. I've dreamt of this so many times" he kisses your shoulder and pulls your panties back into place.

He smiles at you while getting himself together, you blush stupidly, after everything he has just done to you.

"You dreamt of me?" he blushes now but nods.

"Yeah, more than a few times" you lean in and kiss him.

"Me to" you smirk.

"Think we can concentrate on our work now" you burst into laughter.

"Maybe, but I think I'll be day dreaming about what just happened more" he winks and heads back to his desk.

"When we're finished this crap, we'll make that day dream come true" you snort and try to finish your report in record time.