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[thattiredgradstudent]

Well that’s kinky - Clint x Reader for @hollandroos writing challenge 

Premise: Clint learns how easily (y/n) blushes and gets embarrassed and, starts to reply by saying everything is kinky to mess with her

Warnings: Mentions of smut, friends to lovers (ish), fluff, more so dirty talk (again, ish)

AN: Laura doesn’t exist in this sorry, I love her, but for the sake of the story, this is more based on Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes or Avengers Assemble (aka sarcastic kinda asshole Clint and not him in the movies where he acts like wet paint)

AN pt. 2: Okay, I haven’t published a fanfic in over four years so PLEASE be nice. I don’t know if this is any good, but I really love @hollandroos work, so I decided to give this a shot. 

Length: 2k ish

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   I thought that being a SHIELD field agent would be it, the most overwhelming job that you could have. From flying around the world, the undercover work, the nearly weekly hospital trips. That was it right? And it was until my friend Natasha convinced standing Director Hill to appoint me to the Avengers as a liaison between the Avengers and SHIELD since the Accords did not work out so well. This position was created in hopes that there would be more accountability, but would not turn the Avengers into merely a unit of SHIELD.

   Life with the Avengers was...an adventure even when there wasn't a mission. It took about a year with me to get comfortable with the rest of the Avengers. Natasha would tease me about only wearing my SHIELD uniform, or a variation of it, while with the Avengers till eventually her and Wanda stole all of them forcing me to dress usually. That’s when more teasing started but this time, from Clint.

   “Hey Tony, Steve, I have a couple of forms that I would appreciate if you would fill out.” I handed each of them a thin manilla folder with a few forms in them, “SHIELD essentially just wants a further understanding of what happened with Thanos so that we can prevent this from happening again if possible.” I explained a little nervously pulling on the skirt that I was wearing. Wanda and I went on an “I came back from the dead” shopping spree, a little morbid I know, and she encouraged me to buy what she called “office chic” so hence a multitude of pencil skirts and blouses.

   “Thank you y/n; I’ll try to get these finished tonight” Steve gave me a small smile before heading back either to his room or to train.

   “Loving the office porn look y/n...real kinky” Clint strolled past grabbing a cup of coffee.

   “Clint that’s not appropriate at all.” Steve sighed giving me a forgiving glance as my face, and entire body turned red with embarrassment, and I nearly shoved the second folder into Tony’s hands before running off back to my room to get away from Clint. After I was forced to stop wearing my uniform, Clint started to say everything that I would do, from making coffee to training was kinky, just so that he would get a rise out of me. He knew I hated it, Natasha knew I hated it, and for some reason, that just made it all the more fun for him.

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   It was three in the morning, and I just couldn’t sleep. It had been a quiet week since Clint, and a few of the others had on a mission and they still weren’t due back for at least another day or two. I tiredly walked to the kitchen wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a loose fitting oversized t-shirt that in bold letters said STARK EXPO 2024 that fell a bit off of my shoulder but I never really cared as no one ever saw me in my pajamas.

   “Mine as well finish these…” I mumbled to myself making coffee and grabbing the half-finished case reports from the last mission earlier in the month. Not being able to sleep had become a habit of all the Avengers recently. From nightmares of the Soul Stone to recurring nightmares from days while under the control of HYRDA to just not being able to sleep because some people decided to train when they can’t sleep.

   “Staying up late waiting for me y/n? And in that tiny outfit? Very kinky.” I groaned hearing Clint’s incredibly unwelcomed voice fill the kitchen.

   “Please go away.” I sighed not having the energy to deal with him and the reports. “If you stay, you’re helping me with the reports.” I mentally prayed that would be enough for him to leave me alone.

   “I’ll do you one better agent…” Clint chuckled grabbing one of the report folders, kissing me quickly on the top of my head, and just walked away. I looked up at him bewildered but went back to work convincing myself that he just took the report and that was all.

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   “Come on y/n; you can hit harder than that!” Bucky laughed, and all I wanted to do was lay on the mat and fall asleep.

 "You are not human! No, I cannot hit harder than that!” I tried again throwing all my weight at the super soldier, then crashing to the ground as he stepped out of the way. It felt like it was something out of Charlie Brown.

   “Need some help up?” Bucky asked holding his hand out to me, and I sighed grabbing it, only to use all of my strength to pull him back down and using my legs to try and flip him over, but I was only able to accomplish pulling him on top of me. “I try and help you, and this is how you repay me?” He laughs rolling overlaying on his back next to me.

   “You’ve literally flirted with every guy in this compound, and now you’re in that tight ass outfit...now that’s kinky.” Clint sat down next to me and laughed at me.

“That’s it.” I pushed myself off the floor now just sick of it, “Clint, you have to stop this. I am so sick of the teasing. I don’t know what you are trying to prove here or do, but just stop! I am trying to be a fucking professional here, and you’re acting like a child who just learned a new word!” I yelled before grabbing my bag and pushing past Natasha and Sam who had come to train as well.

   “Clint, what the fuck did you say to here?” I overheard Natasha yell at Clint before I locked myself in my room.

   I had known Clint when we were both agents at SHIELD, but we were never close. After a few missions together, I developed a bit of an overwhelming crush on him. I was able to keep things professional with him, and it was never an issue, however as I started to work more and more closely that crush just turned into annoyance with his immature comments. Despite our newly developed tense relationship, I still was seriously into him.

   To push the events of the training room out of my head, I decided to get into my pajamas again and get back to work finishing up another stack of reports as well as getting started on some research for the next mission that we have set up.

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   After a few hours, there was a knock at the door, and I glanced at my phone noticing that again, it was past midnight.

   “Coming.” I stood up grabbing one of my oversized sweatshirts and pulled it on before opening the door to Clint standing in front of me “Oh. Uh, hi?” I was shocked that not only had Clint shown up at my door, but he had not made any comments about my attire or anything yet.

   “Can we talk for a minute?” Clint asked already walking past me into my room not waiting for me to reply.

   “Well, you’re already in my room…” My voice trailed off realizing how messy my room was. “Sorry for the mess Agent Barton...” I mumbled pulling my hair into a messy bun so it would be out of my face.

   “No.” He shook his head sitting on my desk, not on the chair that was right there. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’d like to say I didn’t know how much my comments were bugging you but you made that pretty clear that it wasn’t funny and they were bugging you.” Clint never apologized to anyone, ever. I stood there a little shocked not knowing what to say. “Natasha kinda beat it into my head that I was hurting you. And yeah, you were right, I was acting like a little kid, and that was stupid as fuck.”

   “I appreciate the apology, Clint,” I said pulling on the sleeves of my sweatshirt not sure what to do at this point.

   “She mentioned something else to me.” Something in Clint’s voice changed at this point, going back to his normal cocky voice, “Something about you. Well, a few things about you.”

   I felt like my stomach just dropped when he mentioned that and nodded slowly, shaking a little as well. Clint smiled a little and walked closer to me.

   “Natasha happened to mention, that for the past couple of years since we started working at SHIELD together, you...how did she put wouldn’t mind if I fucked you against a wall.” He quoted giving me the sexiest smile that he could, and I honestly felt like I could either melt or wish I could just run away.

   My mouth nearly dropped open in shock, beyond shocked that Nat would tell him I said that. I tried to come up with something to say, something that would resolve this situation and just get Clint out of my room. Embarrassed was not the right word to describe how I felt in this moment. I wanted to run away, to erase every moment of this situation, and I wanted to kill Natasha.

“I do have a small...recollection of saying that.” I said this barely over a whisper not looking at Clint.

“So you are kinky?” He teased again gently putting his hand on my cheek, and I finally looked up at him.

“No!” I nearly yelled, “I mean, I don’t know...probably not?” I rambled on stepping back away from Clint, again playing with the edges of my sweatshirt.

“Well, either way, y/n, I wouldn’t mind fucking you against a wall.” He smiled again, “Y/n, I get the comments weren’t the way to go, but I have admired you for a while now, you’re an amazing agent, you’re an amazing girl, and I am sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I care about you so much and never want to make you uncomfortable again.” Clint continued, even though it was generally uncharacteristic of him, I knew that he was genuine

“So you’ll stop with the comments?” I asked hopeful. As much as I wanted a relationship with Clint, I still knew that I needed to keep things professional.

“I’ll stop with those comments,” He paused to kiss me before continuing quickly, “but I am going to have to comment on the fact that you are my girlfriend.” He laughed quietly and kissed me again, this time I had enough time to kiss him back. As we kissed, I put my arms on his shoulder leaning up against him, still a little embarrassed with the idea that this was happening.

After a bit, I finally pulled away. In my head, I made up the excuse it was because my hair tie was falling out, but it was because I was just getting overwhelmed by the whole situation. I had not been in a relationship for over three years, so this was mostly new to me.

   “Get some sleep, okay y/n? I’ll see you in the morning” Clint smiled kissing my cheek again.

   “Wait, Clint.” I grabbed his hand, “Dumb question, but you’re serious right? You’re my boyfriend?”

   “Yes y/n.” He laughed leaning down and kissed me again.

   “That’s kinky.” I teased kissing him before pushing him out of my room needing to get some sleep.

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