so for kate bishop i think she’s a switch. i don’t really see her leaning any side. i personally think she may go off the vibes of the moment and depending on the mood and situation. i can definitely see her wanting to be the sub after she gets back from a really shitty mission or where the superhero life is really taking a toll on her and she just needs her pretty thoughtful girlfriend to take care of her. and then i can see her being a dom with a bratty asf girlfriend and she just needs to put her in her place which yet again can also definitely be after a shitty mission, really just depends on her mood.
hii, i have a request for a kate bishop fic. Where kate and reader work together but hate each other because they're the total opossite, kate genuinely thinks that reader is straight and just a boring ass girl who only leaves her apartment for work. one day reader is at a lesbian bar trying to get drunk and find a one night stand, when kate comes our of nowhere and greets her, and then kate starts flirting and teasing until reader gives in and they both move to kate's place instead.
dancing on the wall
୨ৎkate bishop x fem!reader
Kate thought y/n to be no more than a thorn in her side at work. But during a chance encounter at a lesbian bar when their chemistry is more than a little sizzling, Kate realizes that she might just have had y/n all wrong.
୨ৎtags/warnings: ❍enemies to lovers ❍sexual tension ❍ R is a cute nervous lesbian in disguise ❍arguing ❍drinking/inebriation ❍tipsy dancing ❍Kate is charismatic af ❍making out ❍thigh riding ❍cunnilingus (face sitting + 69 position) ❍4.7k words ❍men and minors dni
୨ৎa/n: i feel like i pretty much blacked out and wrote this whole thing in one sitting. now i’m salivating and i need charismatic kate BAD (and it doesn’t help that i’m rewatching hawkeye again because i was left to my own devices 🫠) anyways, thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy! <3
Kate wasn’t the least bit surprised when her mom hired y/n. The two were just alike: rigid, no-nonsense, so serious. Too serious. She also wasn’t surprised how quickly y/n earned a promotion, though it did sort of tick her off. Not because she was desperate to climb the corporate ladder herself or anything, but because y/n somehow managed to get even more insufferable now that she was in a position above Kate.
Kate had thought in the beginning that there’d be a chance of she and y/n being friends. Or at the very least, tolerating each other. Maybe they could coexist without Kate feeling like she was receiving a performance review any time she was in the same room with y/n.
Well, that illusion was quick to shatter.
Soon enough, y/n started sending back Kate’s reports with notes. Notes like Kate was just some dumb intern who didn’t know what the hell she was doing. Y/n also loved to give Kate those annoyed or unimpressed looks whenever Kate slipped into meetings just a few moments late. Always with coffee and apologies, not that they ever seemed to reach y/n’s ears.
Kate tried to voice her concerns to her mom, but somehow, she wound up getting the lecture. Nonsense about her not trying hard enough to work with y/n, that y/n was ever the team player and Kate was dragging her feet…blah, blah, blah. Kate could’ve rolled her eyes at that. But then again, there was some insane part of her that wanted to try doing things her mom’s way.
Which is why the very next time she saw y/n, she decided to kill her with kindness. She’s offered to go on a coffee run for her, had even thrown in a comment about remembering how y/n took her coffee. Kate had even considered asking y/n to go with her for coffee with her instead. Then, maybe they’d have the chance to chat and clear up all the weird tension.
But those hopes had been dashed pretty quickly when y/n declined the offer without even looking up from her desk. And Kate had been left to mosey out of her office by herself like a jackass. Okay. So, Kate was never taking her mom’s advice again.
“Bishop.” Kate’s head snaps up, pulled out of her wandering thoughts to find y/n standing in front of her, a file tucked beneath one arm.
“Y/n,” Kate responds easily. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Y/n holds the file out to Kate. “You missed a section in your report.”
Kate barely bites back her annoyance as she takes the outstretched file. “What are you talking about?”
“You skipped an entire page.”
“Well, it must’ve been a very understimulating page,” Kate mumbles as she begins to flip through the file.
“It was a necessary page.” Y/n counters.
Kate hums as if considering that. “Agree to disagree.”
Y/n frowns. “That’s not how this works.”
“I think that’s exactly how disagreements work,” Kate shoots back easily, grinning up at y/n. “You say one thing, I say another, and we both walk away feeling morally superior.”
Kate knows she’s pushing her luck since y/n is technically her boss. But for crying out loud, they were the same age! And Kate could only take so much superiority from a girl who was basically her peer.
The expression on y/n’s face is unreadable, and as she stares at Kate, silently fuming, Kate feels herself being pulled into those deep eyes. There’s a tug somewhere deep in Kate’s gut, but it’s fleeting, and then the atmosphere dissolves in a snap.
“Just fix it,” y/n finally says, her tone surprisingly level after whatever the hell that was.
“Aye, aye,” Kate replies, giving y/n a two-finger salute.
With a final glare, y/n takes off down the hall, heels clicking on the polished floors.
“God, she’s about as fun as an aneurism,” Kate murmurs to herself as she watches y/n go.
***
Y/n is the only other person in the boardroom when Kate walks in. She’s seated halfway down the long table with a folder open in front of her, pen moving steadily across the page. Kate checks her watch. A quarter to ten. Great. The one time she decides to show up early to something, and now she’s forced to spend fifteen minutes alone with the dragon lady.
Kate hovers in the doorway, weighing her options. It didn’t seem like y/n had noticed her yet. Maybe it wasn’t too late to slink out and come back later when everyone was—
“Well, what are you waiting for? Permission?” Y/n says without looking up. “Find a seat.”
Shit. So she had been noticed.
“I’ll sit, but not because you told me to,” Kate replies petulantly, snagging a seat closest to the door. Y/n glares up at Kate briefly before returning her eyes to the folder in front of her.
Kate blows out a breath and leans back in her chair. The silence stretches between them, with the only noise in the room coming from the ticking analog clock on the wall and the scrawl of y/n’s pen on her paper. With anyone else, Kate would’ve tried to fill the silence with chatter. But she’d already promised herself she wasn’t going to try with y/n anymore. So she kept her mouth zipped.
Though when y/n rises from her chair to move across the boardroom, Kate finds her eyes tracking her. With a mind of their own, her eyes play across y/n’s shoulders, down her spine, and the thought that y/n is really filling out that pantsuit parks itself front and center in Kate’s mind.
Kate has to physically shake her head like an etch-a-sketch, clearing her mind of that thought and clearing her throat as well, glancing anywhere that wasn’t y/n. Face flushing hot, Kate scrambles to her feet and crosses the room to the water cooler. Jesus, get it together Kate, she thinks to herself as she pours herself a cup and downs the cool liquid.
The doors finally open a few minutes later and the rest of the team filters in. Voices fill the space, chairs scrape back on the floor, and the previous tension in the room dissolves just enough that Kate can breathe again. She’s actually grateful for the boring meeting ahead of her. Gives her mind less opportunity to stray.
“Alright,” one of the senior agents says, clapping his hands together lightly. “Let’s get started. Miss Bishop, you want to walk us through your report?”
Kate straightens a little in her chair, flipping open her notebook. “Yeah, sure, so…” she launches into it easily. This part, at least, she had down. “…based on current intel, we’re looking at a pretty tight window, which means if we want to intercept, we’ll need to—“
“That’s not entirely accurate.”
Kate stops, y/n’s interruption cutting clean through her sentence. Slowly, she looks in y/n’s direction. Y/n is already flipping open her own folder. “The timeline actually shifted yesterday,” she continues. “You’re working off of outdated information.”
A few murmurs go around the table, the other associates glancing between the two women. Kate feels a stab of annoyance in her chest.
“I checked the intel this morning,” she says, keeping her voice even.
“Then you checked the wrong file.”
Kate bristles at that. Y/n slides a document across the table toward her. “Here’s the updated report. Timestamp’s from last night.”
Kate stares at the file. Then, she looks at y/n. And immediately regrets it. Once those piercing eyes catch her again, Kate feels like the breath has been punched out of her lungs. Something hot prickles the back of her neck, but she chalks it up to the frustration of being called out so publicly.
Breaking y/n’s gaze, Kate snatches up the file and flips through it. The room had fallen silent, and Kate could feel everyone’s eyes on her. Finally, she exhales through her nose, shutting the folder with a soft snap.
“Right,” she says, forcing a tight smile. “Good catch.” The words tasted like glass coming out. Y/n gives a short nod like that was all the communication that was needed. Which somehow made everything worse. By the time the meeting wrapped, Kate was already halfway out of her chair.
“Bishop.”
Of course. With a sigh, Kate turns back to face y/n, who’s watching her carefully.
“Next time,” y/n starts. “Make sure you’re working with the correct information before you present.”
And there it was again. That tone. That goddamn condescending tone y/n only ever seemed to use on Kate. Kate’s jaw tightened.
“Next time,” she shot back. “Maybe don’t blindside me in the middle of a meeting.”
Y/n’s expression didn’t change. “It wasn’t a blindside. It was a correction.”
Kate lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah,” she says. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Y/n’s brow furrows, and she opens her mouth to retort, but then someone calls out to her from across the room and she turns away from Kate without another word. That’s it. Conversation over. Kate is surprised to find that she’s disappointed by this. She would’ve liked to see y/n riled up.
Kate stays where she is for a beat, watching y/n across the boardroom as she chats with another coworker. Eventually, Kate scoffs under her breath and turns, heading out the door.
***
Kate jabs the button on the coffee maker a little harder than necessary. “C’mon, c’mon,” she mutters. “Don’t do this to me right now,” but despite her pleas, the carafe whirs painfully slow. Kate drags a hand down her face in irritation. “Great. A multimillion dollar company and we don’t even have a decent coffee maker.”
“You know believe it or not, it actually brews faster when you tap the left side of the machine a few times,” a voice behind Kate says.
Kate perks up. “Wait, really? I’ve never thought to try—“ she turns, and her sentence stalls when she sees y/n standing on the other side of the break room, hands on her hips. Kate’s brief good mood plummets. Gaze hardened, she turns back toward the coffee maker without finishing her sentence.
Y/n stays where she is for a beat, then two. Then, crosses the room toward the fridge. “Okay, guess I won’t be hearing the end of that sentence,” she drawls.
“I don’t see the point. You’d probably just correct me,” Kate counters. “Like you were so desperately burning to do during the meeting.”
“Well, you should’ve checked the updated file,” y/n says.
Kate let out a short laugh. “Oh, my god.”
“I’m just saying—“
“You don’t have to ‘just say’ anything’,” Kate cuts in, turning around. “You already said it. In front of everyone.”
Y/n shuts the fridge door. “I was helping you.”
“No, you were making me look stupid,” Kate argues. “If you actually cared about helping me, you could’ve told me before the meeting.”
“I didn’t think I would have to tell you how to do your job.” y/n says.
Kate blinks. “Wow.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Kate says, shaking her head. “Just…good to know you find me that incompetent.”
“I didn’t say that, Bishop—“
“You didn’t have to.”
“Don’t be difficult,” y/n sighs.
“Why not? You’ve been acting difficult for months now,” Kate fires back.
Y/n opens her mouth to respond, but Kate prattles on. “And for your information, I don’t need help. I don’t need to be talked down to, and a definitely don’t need anyone to hold my hand like I don’t know what I’m doing,”
Y/n scoffs. “Then, it would help of you acted like it.”
Kate lets out a dry chuckle. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
“Why? Because I tell you to do your job?”
“No, because you just have to be right all the time.”Kate says.
“Well, I was right.” y/n says.
“That’s not the point!” Kate huffs.
The room suddenly feels smaller, and Kate hadn’t realized she’d taken a step closer to y/n.
Y/n crosses her arms over her chest, her jaw set. “Then what is the point, Kate?”
Kate. Y/n had never called Kate by her first name before. It threw her off completely. But if that wouldn’t have done it, the look on y/n’s face definitely would have. The irrational thought that y/n is hot when she’s angry does a lot of heavy-lifting in elevating Kate’s heart rate. But she shakes it off.
“The point is,” Kate continues, her voice sharper. “that you don’t have to act like you’re better than everyone else all of the time.”
“I don’t think I’m better than anyone else,” y/n says.
“Really?” Kate gestures vaguely. “Because you kind of walk around like you’re hot shit in a champagne glass,”
Y/n’s eyes narrow. “I take my job seriously.”
“Yeah, no, I got that,” Kate says. “Trust me, it’s impossible to miss. If you were any more serious, you’d be a drill sergeant.”
Y/n tilts her head. “Maybe you should give it a try sometime.”
“Just because I’m not an insufferable CFO on a power trip doesn’t mean I don’t take anything seriously. It just means I’m not boring.” Kate snaps.
Y/n’s body goes rigid and when she speaks again, her voice is quiet. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Something about the soft, wounded tone of y/n’s voice makes Kate’s chest tighten, the sudden thought that she could potentially hurt y/n’s feelings coming to mind. But she ignores it, scoffing. “I know enough.”
“No,” y/n snaps. “You don’t.”
“Okay, then enlighten me, y/n,” Kate challenges. “Because from my vantage point, all you do is work criticize people, belittle me, and act like you’re above everything.”
“And you act like nothing matters!” y/n shouts.
Kate’s expression falters for a split second. “That’s not—“
“You think you can just joke your way through everything,” y/n continues to rant, her voice tight. “You don’t take anything seriously, and then you get defensive when someone calls you out on it—“
“Because you’re more concerned with making me look stupid in front of an audience than providing guidance,” Kate yells.
“I was trying to help you!”
“Yeah, well your help sucks!”
Both women are breathing hard now. Y/n stares at Kate for a long moment, and Kate refuses to be the first one to look away. Her heart is pounding in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She doesn’t know whether she wants to keep yelling or pull y/n closer—
“Well, since I’m so boring and unhelpful, why don’t I just get out of your way?” Y/n finally says. And before Kate can say anything else, y/n is pushing past her and storming out of the break room.
Kate is left alone again, her chest rising and falling, adrenaline and something else she can’t place tumbling together beneath her skin. What the hell just happened? And why was her stomach suddenly in knots?
***
It had been two days since her big blow-up with Kate in the break room, and y/n was still fuming. What the hell did Kate Bishop know? And why was she letting Eleanor’s daughter get under her skin so much? To hell with that. To hell with everything Kate said. Y/n was not boring. And she was gonna prove it. If she could just get her stupid feet to move.
Currently, y/n was a Chèrie—her favorite lesbian bar, and tonight, it was packed. Bodies pressed close. Laughter occasionally rose over the music, conversation blending with the base thumping through the floor. The bartenders didn’t skimp on pours here either, which y/n appreciated. Especially tonight. Tonight, she needed all the liquid courage she could get.
She takes another sip of her drink, letting the burn settle in her chest as her eyes drifted over the crowd. A sea of beautiful women: some laughing, some coupled up and holding hands, some dancing.
An old Britney Spears song begins to play overhead and y/n starts thinking she should ask someone to dance with her. At the very least, she should get off her barstool. She wanted to prove—if only to herself—that Kate was wrong. But her heart was beating too fast. Why was this so hard?
Y/n exhales slowly, tightening her grip on her glass. She’d just…been out of the game for too long. That was all. She lets her eyes sweep over the room again…and they finally snag on a girl across the bar. The girl’s dark hair catches the low lights just right. She’s leaning against a high-top table, talking animatedly to a curvy blonde, her hands moving as she speaks. Her smile is easy and effortless.
Something sparks in y/n’s belly. Because god, the girl is exactly her type. She sits somewhere in that perfect in-between. Soft and sharp all at once, toeing the line between masculine and feminine.
Y/n swallows, setting her drink down. Okay. Fine. She could do this. She slides off her barstool, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. She could totally do this. She could totally—
The girl happens to look up, her eyes meeting y/n’s. And all the air gets sucked from y/n’s lungs. It was Kate.
Y/n freezes. If she thought her heart was beating fast before, it’s now taken off at an Olympic sprint. And it didn’t help, it really didn’t help, that she could see it. The slow, knowing curve of Kate’s mouth. That smug little smirk like she’d just stumbled onto the answer to a question she hadn’t even realized she was asking. Like y/n was a puzzle and Kate just solved her.
Heat floods up y/n’s neck. She needed to leave. She needed to hide. She wanted to throw up. But before she could commit to any of those valid choices, Kate leaned toward the blonde beside her, saying something y/n couldn’t hear. And then, she was making her way across the bar toward her.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Y/n wanted to flee, but her feet still wouldn’t move. So she stays rooted to the floor, resigned to her fate as Kate closes the distance between them.
Y/n swallows hard. This was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake. Everything about this…
Kate stops in front of her. She tilts her head, assessing y/n. Then, all she says is, “Huh,”
“Huh what?” Y/n blunders, her voice coming out higher than she intended.
Kate’s smile twitches. “I just…wasn’t expecting to run into the ice queen here,” she glances around the bar before letting her eyes slide back to y/n. “of all places.”
Y/n exhales. “Of all places? What does that mean?”
Kate shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I figured you were—“
“What?” y/n cuts in, searching Kate’s face. “Straight?”
“Yeah,” Kate chuckles. “But I guess you know what they say about assuming.”
Y/n’s stomach flips. This energy already felt completely different from their interactions at Bishop Security. For one, her heart was still pounding like she’d ran a mile. And for two, Kate was being… flirty. That’s what this was, right? Was y/n being flirted with right now? Fuck, she wished she could tell.
“I’ve been gay a long time,” y/n blurts. “So, you know, this isn’t news,”
Kate huffs out a quiet laugh at that, shaking her head. “Good to know. And same here, by the way.”
Y/n’s not sure why this information makes her stomach flutter. That much could’ve been inferred by the fact that they were both at a lesbian bar right now. Still, y/n’s stomach doesn’t seem to get the memo as excited butterflies swirl to life.
Kate nods to the nearly empty glass in y/n’s hand. “Can I buy you another?”
Y/n hesitates. Admittedly, this wasn’t how her night was supposed to go. She was supposed to be forgetting about Kate. Blowing off steam. But now Kate is standing two feet away, smelling divine, and y/n’s heart is racing. Was she really about to let the same girl that called her boring 48 hours ago buy her a drink? Then again, from the way Kate was eyeing her right now, something told y/n that boring wouldn’t be the only word she’d use to describe her.
“Sure,” y/n agrees. “Thanks,”
With a smile, Kate leads the way back to the bar. Y/n takes Kate’s drink recommendation, letting her order her something very sweet, very fruity, and incredibly strong. Twenty minutes later, y/n had a renewed buzz and Kate had her laughing so hard that she couldn’t remember why they’d ever not gotten along.
The song changes, a sexy indie-pop tune blaring through the speakers, and Kate extends a hand toward y/n in a silent invitation.
Kate shrugs, her eyes sparkling. “So what? So am I. Isn’t that the best time to dance?”
Y/n bites her lip, her heart hammering. But she’s no match for the weight of Kate’s gaze and the dare in her smirk, so she lets the dark haired girl take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. Immediately, Kate’s body moves with hers. Y/n’s stomach flips each time their hips brush. The crowd blurs around them and the bass throbs in sync with y/n’s heartbeat.
“See?” Kate murmurs, leaning close enough that her lips brush y/n’s ear. “Tipsy dancing is perfect. You can’t overthink it.”
Y/n giggles again, feeling Kate’s hands land on her waist. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Kate admits. “But in my defense, you’re making it really fun.”
Y/n lets out a breathless laugh when Kate takes her hand and makes her twirl. She spins y/n out and then dips her low, making her gasp. Kate holds y/n like this for one heartbeat, two, before lifting her back to standing.
Y/n’s nose bumps Kate’s on the way up and her stomach fizzes uncontrollably. Her eyes flit to Kate’s lips. Kate’s eyes do the same. The world outside the little circle of their bodies; the thumping bass, the neon lights, the crowded bar and accompanying chatter all melt away. All that existed was them; the heightened chemistry that y/n couldn’t ignore even if she wanted to.
And god, y/n didn’t want to. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her stomach was a knot of fire, her head was buzzing from the music and the alcohol and the ache of wanting more. So she closes the gap.
Her lips meet Kate’s hard. Kate freezes only for a moment, then melts into it, her hands sliding up to cup y/n’s face, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. Y/n’s hands tangle in Kate’s hair, pulling her closer, needing more contact, needing more intensity. Kate responds in kind, pressing into her. Y/n could feel Kate’s smirk against her lips and it only made her want to kiss her even harder.
When they finally break apart for air, their foreheads pressed together, y/n’s chest heaves. Her mind is dizzy with the taste, the heat, the absolute thrill that came with kissing Kate.
“Took you long enough,” Kate grins, running a thumb gently along y/n’s jaw.
“Me?” Y/n laughs breathlessly. “I didn’t see you making any moves before tonight.”
“Touchè,” Kate murmurs. “Well, allow me to correct that now by…asking if you wanna get outta here? Together?”
“God, yes,” y/n replies without hesitation.
***
Kate’s apartment door had barely clicked shut before she had y/n pinned against the wall, lips pressed hard against hers. Y/n moans into the kiss, hands tangling in Kate’s hair again to tug her closer. Kate responds instantly, her fingers tracing down y/n’s spine, sliding beneath the fabric of her shirt, making her shiver.
“You’ve been hiding all this fire from me,” Kate mumbles against y/n’s lips, nipping gently at her lower one.
Y/n giggles breathlessly, leaning back enough to meet Kate’s gaze. “Guess I’m not as boring as you thought I was,”
Kate’s expression softens at that. “Y/n, I didn’t mean that. I was just—“
“Shh, it’s okay,” y/n pecks the corner of Kate’s mouth. “I’m not mad. And you weren’t completely wrong. I know I’m not always…exciting to be around,”
“I dunno,” Kate shrugs fondly. “You’ve been pretty exciting so far tonight.”
“Yeah?” y/n asks.
“Hell yeah,” Kate confirms.
Y/n smiles, wrapping her arms around Kate’s shoulders as she tugs her in for another kiss that Kate immediately reciprocates. She coaxes y/n’s lips apart with her own, and, at the same time, slides her thigh between y/n’s legs. She delights when this makes y/n gasp into the kiss. And then she’s groaning when y/n starts to rock against her. Kate’s hands find y/n’s hips, guiding her movements, hiding her pleased groans in the soft skin of y/n’s neck.
“Fuck,” Kate rasps. “You feel so good. You’re so hot,”
Y/n smirks, reaching out to tip Kate’s chin back up, guiding her lips back to hers. Her tongue flicks over Kate’s and she swallows the moan she pulls from Kate’s throat.
Suddenly, Kate’s hands go to the back of y/n’s thighs, with y/n was letting out a squeak of surprise as she’s lifted off her feet. She wraps her legs around Kate’s waist and her arms around her shoulders as Kate guides her through the room and toward the couch tucked into one corner of the living room.
Clothes come off in a blur followed by the delicious sensation of Kate’s bare skin sliding over y/n’s. Kate trails kisses down y/n’s neck, her collarbone, teasing her along the way, eliciting soft moans and laughter. Y/n returns the favor eagerly, lips and tongue working over Kate’s neck and shoulders.
“Get up here,” Kate murmurs, hands on y/n’s hips, guiding her up until she was straddling Kate’s face. Her hands slide along y/n’s thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as her mouth gets to work on y/n’s heat.
Y/n’s head tosses back and her eyes roll, moans trickling from her lips as she rocks in time with Kate’s mouth. “Oh god, Kate,” she moans.
“You taste so good,” Kate hums into her. “So sweet,”
Y/n writhes on top of her, white knuckling the bedsheets on either side of their bodies. The knot in her stomach keeps tightening and tightening.
“K-Kate,” she manages to speak up after a moment.
“Mm?” Kate hums beneath her.
“I…I wanna taste you too,” y/n murmurs.
She feels Kate smile against her. “Then taste me,” she says.
That’s all the motivation y/n needs to shift, turning around and leaning over until her breath can fan over Kate’s core. And god, Kate is wet. This much is proven by the first swipe of your/n’s tongue. And the way Kate’s thighs seem to immediately tremble? Has to be one of the hottest things y/n’s ever experienced.
They worked in tandem to bring each other mutual pleasure, their moans blending together, movements mirrored. Y/n’s core ached deliciously and Kate’s responses beneath her only urged her further, until neither of them could hold back. Fingers and mouths teasing, curling, licking, suckling. Igniting sparks of pleasure that made both of them gasp and cry out.
When they finally collapse together on the couch, sweaty and panting, it was a long time before either of them could find the words to say for what just happened. Kate seems to be the first one to make it there.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That…”
“…was the hardest I’ve ever come, personally,” y/n chimes in.
Kate lets out a winded chuckle. “Yeah. Jesus christ, same,”
Y/n musters up enough energy to roll onto her side, facing Kate. Kate doesn’t hesitate to angle her body towards her, resting a hand on y/n’s naked hip.
“That was hot,” Kate says, searching y/n’s face. “You’re really hot,”
Y/n chuckles fondly. “What a charmer you are, Bishop,”
“Only when I really, really like you,” Kate replies, taking y/n’s hand and kissing her knuckles. “I uh…really hope this changes things between us,”
Something cracks open in y/n’s chest. Something that makes her cup Kate’s face in her hands and kiss her. This kiss isn’t like any of the ones they’ve shared thus far. This one is soft, searching. Sweet. And Kate melts into it, placing her hands over y/n’s.
“So…” Kate begins once they’ve separated again. “Is it safe to assume that you want things to change too or…?”
“I think so,” y/n smiles. “As long as you’re okay with dating an uptight CFO on a power trip,”
Kate groans. “God, I’m not ever gonna live down the shitty stuff I said to you, am I?”
Y/n smiles, shifting so that she can straddle Kate’s lap. “Don’t worry. I promise to only hold it against you for the next…twenty years or so,”
“You’re such a minx. C’mere,” Kate cups the back of y/n’s head and pulls her down for another deep kiss, paving the way for a long night ahead of them.
a/n: i may or may not have barked writing this one, your honor
✩pairing: kate bishop x fem!vigilante!reader
✩summary: night patrol can be very boring. but with an adorably-flustered archer and a calm and collected vigilante, it doesn't have to be...
✩warnings: minors dni, public/rooftop sex, smug!reader, nervous&fumbling!kate, oral sex (k/r receiving), technically they're both switches, dirty talk + banter
✩wordcount: 1.7k
It always amazed you how someone as annoyingly persistent as Kate Bishop managed to wedge herself into your nightly routine.
At first, you hated it. She wasn't your cup of tea. She talked too much, fumbled too much, never shut up about what a great team she and Clint Barton used to make.
You didn't have the patience for her overeager energy. You likened her to a puppy that picked the surliest person to love and stuck by their side. And Kate? Being able to deal with you must’ve meant she had the patience of a saint. Or maybe the stubbornness of a Saint Bernard, was more like it. And with the old Hawk-guy—her hero—out of commission, she needed someone new to bother. You thought she would’ve settled for the hot Russian woman. But ultimately, you had been chosen.
Either way, she wore you down. Now, a couple months in, patrol wasn't patrol without her by your side.
"God," Kate groans, breaking what was a comfortable silence. "This is so boring." She then flops dramatically against the rooftop ledge. The city stretches out below, calm for once. No muggings, no shady figures in alleys, no chaos waiting to be stopped. Just quiet. Something Kate wasn't particularly good at.
You smirk at the archer. "What, you were hoping for a full-scale gang war tonight or something?"
Kate balances her cheek on her arms so she can look up at you. “Not a gang war. Just…I dunno, something,” She pushes off the ledge and stands up straight. As she does, her fresh, floral fragrance wafts toward you. “I mean, geez,” Kate continued. “We could be fucking right now and wouldn’t miss a thing.”
Well that sure got your attention. Because Kate was known to put her foot in her mouth, but never like this. Slowly, you turn your head, eyebrows raised and lips quirking with lazy amusement. You already have a teasing reply ready. "We could be fucking, you say?"
Kate freezes, and her eyes widen. It's dark, the area around you only marginally lit by nearby street lamps. Still, you can tell that Kate’s cheeks are flushed. "I...that's...I didn't mean it like that."
It would be a lie to say you hadn't noticed the progression from Kate's usual talkative candor to full-on stuttering and flushing at the smallest suggestive comment on your end. You knew it was a crush, and you knew she was awful at hiding it. As for you? Well, you couldn’t lie. The idea of the doe-eyes archer crushing on you gave you a little thrill.
Because you can't resist teasing her, you lean in close enough for Kate to feel your smirk ghost against her skin. "I dunno. Sounds like that's exactly how you meant it."
Kate swallows, and you can practically see the buffering signal appear above her head. "Well..." she says, dipping her head at an angle. "I mean..." She looks at you and then flicks her gaze away, not even two seconds later. "It's boring out here and there's nothing to do, so...maybe I did mean it like that."
"So fucking is the first thing you thought of?" you ask, your smile widening. Even more so when Kate whines and covers her face.
“Never knew you were such a horndog, Bishop,” you drawl.
"Don't tease," Kate says from behind her hands.
"I'm not," you chuckle, which is a lie, but you push forward, gently catching Kate's hands and pulling them away from her face. "Just get out of your head for a minute. Let me make your night a little less boring."
You lean in as you speak, and Kate follows you. You're moving slowly. Slow enough that Kate could pull away if this wasn't what she wanted. But she doesn't, and neither do you. And then your lips are making contact with hers.
The kiss is hot and messy against the rooftop access door, what seems to be months of unspoken tension spilling out all at once. Never have you been happier to finally find out what someone's lips taste like.
Kate melts into you immediately, fingers curling into your jacket like she might float away without you to anchor her. You swallow her little noises as you guide her back step by step, until her shoulders thump against the cold metal.
She gasps when you tug at her belt. "Wait, wait, we can't just—“
You pull back long enough to meet her wide, frantic eyes. "Why not? You said it yourself. We're not missing anything."
"You don't care that we're like..." she gestures vaguely around the two of you. "...out in public?"
You shrug casually, your hands already kneading softly at Kate's hips. "I don't care if you don't care."
Kate's lips part, but no other excuses come out. Then, she nods.
You smirk, then drop to your knees.
Kate makes a strangled sound when you push her legs apart. That smug grin stays plastered on your face as you look up at Kate, loving the way her breath hitches when you drag your hands slowly up her thighs
"Still bored?" you tease, even as you hook your fingers in the waistband and tug Kate's pants down just far enough.
Kate's laugh comes out broken and flustered. "You're such a—fuck!” the rest of her words dissolve into a gasp as your mouth finds her.
You take your time at first, licking broad, teasing stripes that have her squirming. Your hands pin her wriggling hips against the metal door. Kate grabs at your hair, but then pulls her hand back like she's been burned. "Shit, sorry. I shouldn't...I don't even know if it's okay to—“
You look up at her with your mouth still on her, brow arched. She groans and lets her hand fall back, clutching tightly.
She tries her best to keep quiet, biting down on her wrist, muffling whimpers into the crook of her arm. But you have her legs trembling in minutes, her knees nearly giving out as you eat her like you've been waiting for it since the night you met. Every time your tongue circles just right, another broken sound slips free,
"Shit, shit, someone's gonna—" Kate whispers, but her hips jerk against your mouth, betraying her want to remain discreet.
"If you're worried about that, then maybe you should be quieter," you murmur against her, smug as ever. The vibration pulls another desperate moan out of Kate.
She curses, then mumbles something about you being a prick, but you're unfazed. Even more so as you work your lips and tongue against her folds, teasing her clit with one expert thumb. When you slide two fingers inside her, Kate’s eyes fly open, startled, only to flutter closed again as she clenches around you.
"Fuck, fuck, oh my god—" She gasps, her head thumping back against the door. And then, not a moment too soon, she comes hard, shaking, and you don't let up until she's nearly sliding down the metal.
It takes a minute for her to catch her breath. Another minute for her to blink her way back into reality, staring down at you with dazed, wide eyes.
Then, to your surprise, she pulls you up and shoves you back against the ledge.
"Your turn," she mutters, determined.
You laugh. "Look who's changed her tune,"
"Shut up," Kate says, then kneels before you can tease her further. She hesitates only a second before tugging your pants down, her cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Don't overthink it," you say, smirking down at her. "Just do what feels good."
She shoots you a look. A very adorable one that says she's defiant about being told what to do. But then, she's leaning in, and the second her mouth touches you, all the air rushes out of your lungs.
Kate's messy with it. Too eager, but also too desperate to take her time. But god, it didn't matter. Her eagerness was its own kind of skill, her tongue working frantically like she has to prove she can make you come just as hard as you made her. Your smirk falters, your head falls back against the door, and a soft curse falls from your lips as Kate's tongue works you open.
"Now who needs to be quieter?" Kate teases, her words muffled against you, and you want to shove her away just to wipe the grin off her face. Except you didn't. Because you couldn't. Because now she's sucking hard on your clit and your knees are buckling.
Your hand tangles in her hair to drag her closer, and you're unable to bite back the moans spilling from your lips. Kate hums like she loves every sound, and the vibration tips you right over the edge. Your thighs tremble around her, mouth dropping open on a strangled cry as you come, clutching at her like she's the only thing holding you up. And she just might be.
When it's over, you both slump against the ledge, panting and flushed, still buzzing with adrenaline.
Kate nudges you playfully. "We’re definitely not bored anymore, huh?"
You glance at her, lips twitching with a smile. Not quite the smug one you usually wear. Just fond. "Careul, Bishop. You keep talking like that, and I might have to shut you up again."
Kate grins, biting her lip coyly like she's considering it. She's hooked. And so are you. And you can't help pulling her closer, one hand on her waist, kissing her deeply. You hum in content when she opens her mouth to you, soft hands finding their way to your shoulders. You smile against Kate’s lips, and you know that she’s right. Rooftop patrols like this were never going to be boring again.
