pairing: clint barton x gn!reader
word count: under 1k
warnings: boss/employee relationship, light breathplay, dom/sub vibes, 18+, no spoilers (or relevance) to hawkeye,
a/n: this came out of a snap conversation this morning with @louderrthanthunderr while i was watching the 2nd ep of Hawkeye. i said "daddy" and she agreed and then we lamented the state of marvel fic, and so i wrote this mediocre piece to contribute to that. LOL -- i know, not what i initially promised.
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If the answer had been an emphatic “No” there would be no reason that you’re standing here, caged in by your Shield boss, letting him ask you these questions.
“Have you? Have you ever thought about me ‘as more than just a friend’?” Clint dances around his real point. As always. “Cause if the answer is no, we can just pretend that this conversation never happened.”
You’ve always been calmer in intense [people-centric] situations and so you stare at Clint. He’s clearly nervous. It’s fun to watch him squirm.
“Have I given you any indications to make you think I’m attracted to you?” you question with a tilt of your head.
Clint rolls his eyes and starts, “Well, there was that one---wait.” He looks you dead in the eyes and smiles. “I should have known you were fucking with me.”
A smile breaks out across your face too. Clint grasps your wrist and leads you closer to him. You lean in, inches away and all your senses are filled with him.
He whispers in your ear, “I’m not one of your little playthings.” He looks you right in the eyes, “Don’t lie to me.” The agent radiates dominant energy, just like when he’s coming back from missions with Shield.
The tension is thick in the minimal space between your bodies. You’re close enough that you swear you can almost hear the sound of his heart beating (or maybe that’s just yours pounding loudly in your ears).
Clint’s right, in more ways than one. You do think about him as more than a friend -- especially when your hand finds its way between your legs at night. And he’s isn’t one of your normal playthings, guys you pick up at bars and entertain yourself with for a night or two. He is Clint Barton, your boss, and an Avenger. He’ll see through every game you put up. But that could be fun, couldn’t it?
To cede power for a night. To let someone else be in charge for once. Maybe. Just maybe.
“Clint Barton,” you pop the consonants of his name, “Are you sure about this?”
He blinks, unfazed.
“Do you think you deserve this?” your voice is barely above a whisper, speaking directly into his ear. You punctuate your question with a small bite to his earlobe.
His response? He grabs your hands and drags you out of the room.
--
In his apartment, he quickly cages you up against his bedroom wall. His body encloses yours. Lips crash together. Hands roam your torso, ass, and yours do the same to him. One of your hands lands on his abs, underneath his shirt while the other messes in his short hair.
His hands end up on your ass and on your throat. There’s no pressure, just the weight of his hand pinning your neck to the wall.
Your kisses are deep and passionate, with both of you searching for power, edging for dominance in the encounter.
Barton finds it with a gentle squeeze against your throat while breaking the kiss. His eyes search yours. “No more lies,” he orders.
“No more lies.”
Clint’s mouth finds that tender spot underneath your ear and bites a nice mark into it.
“Tonight is going to be fun,” he whispers against your ear.
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