CLINT BARTON X READER maybe just being goofy, maybe after a mission or just been a long week at work and they just need to let their hair down. Mario cart, pizza, movies, his goofy personality comes shining through and all they do is laugh to forget crappy week or exhausting mission. THANK YOU FOR WRITING, love the works honestly anything I'd love to read. MAYBE EVEN Throw in a little bucky barnes joining in the fun. Maybe had a nightmare and they help him out😉 cuz I'm a sucker for WINTERHAWK.💜❤
Player Three
“I don’t see how this is a fair competition,” you pointed out with a laugh, cursing as a blue shell suddenly knocked your character off-course. Clint laughed, annoyingly self-satisfied, as his own avatar went zooming past, and you threw a cushion at him. It bounced off the side of his head. “Asshole!”
“God, you get so violent when you play Mario Kart,” he asserted in amusement, his smirk widening as your sarcastic response cut-off in a catching moan. Bucky’s hands had slipped up from your thighs and under the over-sized shirt you were wearing to take hold of your waist, leading your hips in a slow grind over his lap. His cock was buried deep in your cunt, and he’d been trailing his fingers up and down your thighs in nonsensical patterns since the race had started.
“He’s right,” he murmured teasingly in your ear, and you felt his smirk against the side of your throat as he moved a hand between your thighs to circle his fingers slowly over your clit. You whimpered as he did, your character crashing into a wall as you lost focus. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“I would be if you two weren’t cheating,” you shot back petulantly, glaring at Clint as he snickered. Bucky echoed him in your ear, his teeth catching the lobe of it.
“Cheating? Us?” the archer repeated, mock-offence ringing in his voice. He tossed his controller aside as his avatar crossed the finish line, raising his arms in triumph. Your own character was still trailing around the second lap, and you scowled, giving up entirely. “Never.”
He closed the distance between you, grinning widely as you tried to maintain your irritated expression despite Bucky’s ministrations to your clit and the way his lips and tongue were gently teasing the side of your neck. The archer bent down to kiss you, taking your face in his hands as his lips met yours.
You moaned into his mouth as Bucky’s hand quickened against your clit, his other leading you into a slow, steady grind on his cock. You felt Clint’s smile against your lips, his hand dipping down to cup your breast through your shirt. You jerked as he pinched your nipple, smacking his chest. He broke away with a laugh, moving to kneel in front of the two of you.
“Your boyfriend’s a prick, Barnes,” you said breathlessly as Clint smoothed his hands slowly up your thighs. His hand replaced Bucky’s on your clit, and the soldier’s grip moved to your hips, bouncing you steadily on his cock. Bucky’s lips touched your shoulder, his fingers digging into your flesh.
“I was going to tell you the same thing.”
“I’m feeling very attacked right now,” Clint told you both, but he smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Prove you’re not and maybe I’ll apologise, Barton.”
He grinned, pinching your clit. “Deal.”
