Pizza Boxes and Rug Burn

Pairing: Hawkeye x reader

Word Count: 1,089

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Smut, Language! Oral-m rec, f rec

Author’s Notes: I’m challenging myself to write some fics using the list of 410 Smut Prompts that I came across from @devildomqueen.  This is a special treat for my Hawkeye fans with the Hawkeye series dropping today!! Yay!!

Prompt:  You need a place to stay for the night?

You wandered down the street, not realizing where your feet were taking you until you were standing in front of a building and you saw the name on the buzzer in front of you.

Barton.

“This better be good,” the sleepy voice said over the intercom.

“Ryan broke up with me.”

The door buzzed and you walked in, up the stairs and down the dimly lit hallway. His door was open, waiting for you to enter.

You flopped onto the couch, and a familiar paw landed on your knee.

“That fucker. You need a place to stay for the night?”

“Hey, Lucky,” you said, reaching out to scratch his favorite spot. “And yes, I do. Four years. Four years, Clint. Down the drain.”

“I hate to say I told you so, but I did tell you I thought he was a piece of shit. What happened?” he asked, setting a mug of coffee on the table next to you.

“Well, you were right. He was cheating on me. Now he’s in love with her and wants me out of the apartment. I never should have moved in with him. Not without getting my name on the lease, anyway.”

“You know you can stay here as long as you want. You might want to clean up a little though,” Clint said, looking at the stacks of pizza boxes around the loft.

“Umm, no. You might want to clean up a little. I didn’t make this mess,” you laughed, grabbing the warm mug.

“Earn your keep, Y/n,” he said, clamping a hand down on your shoulder.

“Fuck off, Clint,” you laughed.

That’s when the dam broke, and your eyes flooded with tears.

“Shit. Come ‘ere, Y/n,” he said, pulling you into a tight bear hug.

“Ugh! I just… what’s wrong with me? Why was I not good enough for him?”

“Fuck that! Ryan’s a moron! You are amazing. You’re beautiful. Any man with half a brain would realize he’s lucky to have you. If you were my girlfr…” he trailed off. You felt his cheeks get hot as he moved to pull away.

“What? What if I were your girlfriend?” you asked, grabbing his shoulder to face him toward you.

“Look, I don’t want to do or say anything out of line, but you have to know how I feel about you. I’ve felt it for a long time, but you were with Ryan, so I didn’t say anything. Now I’m kicking myself, Y/n.”

“Tell me. I need to hear something good, Clint. Tell me how you feel about me.”

“Look, Y/n. I know I’m a mess of a man. I’m messy, I drink too much coffee, I’m constantly getting myself into some kind of trouble, and always getting hurt. But I love you, and I know the timing sucks, but I think we could be really great together.

I’ve known you for a few years, and I have always wanted to be with you, but you were always with someone else, so I never thought you were interested in me. So there – it’s all out on the table. That’s how I feel.”

“Clint… I… I had no idea. I wish I would have though. I wouldn’t have gone out with Ryan in the first place. Not that thatis going to make you feel any better. I just… oh, fuck it!”

You grabbed Clint’s face and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. As his arms enveloped you, you moved to straddle him, your hands moving down his shoulders and biceps, brushing over his abs. You pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, making one of the holes slightly bigger as you pushed it over his head and threw it on the floor.

He made quick work of your own shirt and bra, grabbed your breasts with his hands and began his exploration of your nipples with his tongue.

You tossed your head back, moaning softly, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

You could feel his erection growing harder and harder between your legs, straining against his black jeans, rubbing against your clothed sex as you moved your hips.

“Fuck,” he said softly, gripping your ass as he moved to stand.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked with purpose up the stairs to the bedroom, his lips and tongue all over your chest and neck, teeth grazing your nipples.

He slowly leaned forward, your bare back on the bed. He moved quickly, removing your pants and underwear in one swift motion. He stopped and leaned back slightly, taking you in.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered as he knelt before you. As his knees hit the floor, his tongue dove into  your pussy.

“Oh! Fuck! Clint!” you screamed, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Your hands found their way to his hair as his found their way to your hips.

He tongue-fucked you into oblivion, and after two orgasms, you sat up and pushed him backwards onto the floor. After deftly removing his pants and boxers, your mouth was on his glistening cock.

“Shit! Y/n… oh fuck!” he grunted.

You released him from your mouth with a pop, and moved to straddle him. His thumb found your clit as you sank down onto his hard length, causing a loud moan to escape from deep in your chest.

You put one hand on his chest and the other on his abs to steady yourself as you bounced up and down, his thumb still circling your clit as his other hand grabbed your hip.

“Fuck, Clint… you feel so good!” you pant, feeling the rug burn on your knees.

He grabbed your hips with both hands to still you for a moment, then began to fuck up into you at a bruising pace.

The noises you both made we as obscene as the slapping of skin to skin.

You threw your head back as you came hard. Clint followed right behind you.

You both collapsed onto the floor, panting – your sweat-slicked bodies curling into one another.

“Holy shit, Y/n,” he gasped, a slight chuckle following.

“Yeah, who knew we’d be so great at that?” you smiled, looking into his eyes.

“Wanna order a pizza and do it again?” he asked, looking around the room for his pants. He laughed as he saw Lucky coming up the stairs with your bra on his head.

“Fuck yeah! But can we do it on the bed this time?”

“Floor wasn’t really my idea, but I suppose we could try that, sure.”

Clint Barton Masterlist

• A Little Help From My Friends :[Request]Bucky and the reader are best friends, she’s an enhanced soldier and their favorite thing to do is speak in other languages around the team because they can’t understand them -cept Nat ofc- and Bucky keeps teasing and pestering her about her crush on Clint 
• Love Can Heal: [Request] Clint is training you to use a bow and arrow and every time he touches you to help, you flinch and back away and he doesn’t know why. 

Drabbles

• Regret