Clint One Shots

♡ Table Top Games

Who the hell let Rocket plan this meeting, usually these things were for mission debriefs or up and coming missions or even Tony announcing a party. But here was Rocket waffling on about some fusion coil, at least you think its about a fusion coil. You had stopped listening about ten minutes ago, you had been looking out the window at a very interesting bird while he talked and now you had no clue what was being said.

"I'm so bored" Clint leans over and whispers in your ear.

You giggle and push him away, he had breathed heavily on you and it tickled. He grins and pokes your side, you slap his hand away but he tries again.

"If you don't stop I'm gonna" your cut short when his hand smooths up your bare leg.

"Gonna what brat?" he teases, fingers tickling at the soft skin.

Your face flushes bright red, but he doesn't stop. It feels nice and it warms you up on the inside, your skirt is pushed a little higher as his fingers keep touching.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, trying to hold in a gasp.

"Solving the problem of our bordem" you suck in a gasp as his fingers trace the edge of your panties.

"Clint!" you warn but he turns to watch Rocket, a finger tip smoothing over your covered lips.

He finds your clit and just gently rubs at it, a smirk on his handsome face as he feels you getting damp from his playing. The pressure increases and you squirm in your seat, your lips are thoroughly drenched from his touches and he can feel it all.

Thank god you were in the conference room with the wooden table and not Tony's holotable which was see through.

Clint moves your underwear to the side, his fingers finally feeling hot wet skin. You hear him groan lowly as he swipes through your folds, coating his fingers in your sticky mess. For a while he just runs his fingers back and forth, swiping at your clit now and again. Every time he hits it, your hips jut forward and your pussy clenches at air, waiting to be filled. You cover gasps with coughs and a moan with your hand, he watches you from the corner of his eyes as you tremble and try to keep quiet.

"After this meeting, we are going to my room so I can fuck you" your eyes flutter at his whispered words.

"But first, I'm going to play with you for a bit before making you cum on my fingers" you chew your lip, his finger swirling your clit with force and speed.

He can see your chest rising and falling rapidly, your breath short as you try to hold back any whimpers your desperate to release. He grins when his finger circles your entrance, the tip dipping in a little bit before pulling back out and starting again.

You were gonna kill him. Wait. First you were gonna fuck him, then you were gonna kill him. Right after he fucked you with his fingers that is. Finally his finger plunges into you deeply, your walls clamp down to keep it in place as he strokes at that spongy wall inside. You grip at your own thigh hard, nails biting at the skin enough to leave little crescents. Your trying so hard not to moan or shift about but its getting more difficult as his finger caresses faster. A shuddering sighs leaves your lips as he pulls away, you gasp and cough as he quickly nips at your clit instead.

"Y/n, you okay? Need some water?" Nat asks as you splutter, shaking your head and trying to take deep breaths.

"No I'm fine, continue" you manage to squeak out, Clint had paused for you to talk but now he's rubbing faster and you can feel the burn building up.

You were gonna cum, right in this room, surrounded by all these people and he didn't care or stop. You didn't care, and you hoped to God he didn't stop, you may commit a murder if he does.

"Your so close baby, I can feel your clit throbbing under my finger" he whispers and you nod imperceptibly.

"I can't wait to feel you gush, I want you to cover my hand" your teeth dig into your lip, you can taste blood and lick it up.

Your eyes flutter, Clint found a spot on you that is perfect. He focuses on it, your hips pump into his hand, the embers he caused are fanning to life. You can see yourself standing on the edge of the cliff, waiting for him to shove you over into absolute fucking bliss. Your going to have to try your hardest to not call out, not scream his name, as much as you want to howl it from the roof top. But remaining silent is a must but its also making Clints playing more intense. You can feel him watching you, waiting for that cork to pop for him and its so close, its right.....

"There" you breath and your climax rushes through you.

Your eyes close, as wave after wave of hot molten pleasure runs through you. The feel of your wetness filling his hand, your teeth drawing more blood from your lip as his finger continues to swirl and carry you through your orgasm. Sweat dots your skin from the need to call out, from the need to grind into his hand. But you manage to hold it all back, manage to stop your body from shaking as his last few strokes finish you off completely. When your done you suck in a breath as quietly as possible, Clint's finger pulls back and moves your underwear back in place. His thumb rubs over your clit and you jump from the over stimulation, he chuckles darkly under his breath.  The bastard was enjoying your torment, his eyes roaming all over your face and body. You turn your head to glare at him but he just smirks.

"I can't wait to hear you next time sweetheart" you shudder again as his breath cools your heated skin.

"Y/n, you've gone pale. You sure your okay?" Nat ask again and this time you shake your head.

"I need some air" you get to your feet and wobbly walk from the room.

"I'll make sure she's okay" you hear but keep walking.

Part way down the corridor your swept from your feet and carried off by Clint, he hurries to the lift and hammers the button.

"Put me down you fucking torment" you growl but he complies.

The lift opens and he pushes you in, slamming you up against the wall. His lips attack yours and his tongue invades your mouth. You both groan as he grips your hair, tilting your head back to graze his teeth along your neck.

"Your mine" he growls and the doors ding open.

You don't even get a word out as he drags you along the corridor and practically throws you in his room and onto his bed.

"Clint, what the fuck?" you try to stand but he blocks your way.

"Tell me you don't want this and you can go, tell me you don't want me buried so deep inside you that you see stars. Tell me y/n" he hovers so close you can taste his breath.

"I want you" you moan out.

He throws himself at you, and kisses you senseless. He's hot and heavy and everything you need.

"Damn right you do" he grins and kisses you again.