Happy Holidays everybody! I hope everyone is enjoying them!!! I know it's late but I got inspired by listening to Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande today and thought "it's still the holiday season so why not spread so Avengers cheer". So, I hope you enjoy this "steamy" Holiday Special from your favorite group of superheroes
Xoxo,
Clintsarrows
P.s. For obvious reasons, Peter is aged up to about 22/23 :)
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The fire was warm, roaring from the safety of the fireplace. Remnants of gift wrap was strung about the room, with the unwrapped gifts stacked neatly in the corner. The couch had sagged against the weight of everybody but nobody truly cared. They were squished together, content in their bundle. Tony had turned on the hallmark channel hours ago. It was a tradition they carried throughout the years, whenever they could.
Y/n sat happily in between Nat and Wanda, her head in the crook of Nat's neck. She felt her eyes get heavy, the last few minutes of the movie a little too predictable. She could practically mouth the words, even with this being the first time she has seen the movie. She watched as the small town guy got the big city girl and live happily ever after. It was almost exactly like the last three movies they watched, which is what made it so good, albeit it corny.
"Alright people! Time to shake it up a little bit." Tony exclaims in a sudden enthusiasm, abruptly standing up, ruining the squish dynamic.
Y/n yelps as she falls slightly forward, losing her comfortable position. There are rumblings of discomfort and slight anger from the couch.
"What the hell Tony, I was comfortable." The grumble of discontent comes from a now grumpy Steve who was now practically planted in the arm of the couch.
"Language cap." Tony snickers, smirking from his current position. "Don't get your panties in a twist everyone. I'm bored. Besides, I have a game I want us to play."
The air in the room immediately changed, intrigue coursing through the entire group.
"What's the game Mr. Stark?" Peter's voice carries from where he is sitting against the other end, eyes looking up at Tony curiously.
Y/n watches from her place on the couch as Tony's eyes light up like the Christmas tree, a glow with mischief and secret dubiousness that kind of scares her. She furrows her brow, bracing for the worst.
"Dare: Christmas Edition." He announces strikingly proud of himself. The entire couch groans in protest. Out of all the games, this was certainly not what any one had in mind.
"Since when did we time travel to fifth grade?" A sarcastic mumble floats from off the floor. Snickers fill the room as Y/n looks down, trying to figure out who said it, catching the eye of Clint, who secretly winks at her. She mimics zipping her lips together, before turning to hide hot blush spreading across her cheeks.
Y/n could admit to herself she had a crush on the archer; how could she not? Tall, good looking, witty and good with his hands, there wasn't anything not to like. Not that she was prepared to do anything about it, she was happy to keep it to herself for now, pining for him from afar.
"Hilarious, Birdbrain." Tony deadpans, eyes glaring at Clint. "Just because you mumbled it, doesn't mean I don't recognize your specific brand of sarcasm." Tony quips while Sam and Bucky clutch their abdomens in laughter, pointing in Clint's direction.
Clint rolls his eyes affectionately, stretching to find some leftover wrapping paper, aiming it perfectly in the middle of Tony's forehead. The answering laughter is boisterously loud, filling the entire space.
Tony waits for everyone to quiet down, mirroring a teacher trying to get a handle on their class. "Now that that's done...this is what we're gonna do. We are all gonna take a little squat on the floor, doing this spin the bottle style. Whoever it lands on, you ask them to do a dare. If they refuse the dare, they take a shot. Simple as that." Tony claps his hands and almost automatically, everyone gets into gear finding their way onto the floor.
Steve first, followed by Y/n, then Natasha. Y/n watches as everyone shuffles onto the floor some of them complaining in the way down. "I'm definitely too old to be doing this." Steve whispers to Y/n, grinning sheepishly.
"Aww come on Cap. You aren't that old. You can't possibly be a day over 100." Y/n jokes alongside of him, shoulder casually bumping into him.
"Hate to break it to you doll but the old man is actually like 109/110." Bucky grins from the other side, winking playfully at Steve.
"Alright, alright. No need to rub it in. He couldn't hear you anyway. I think he forgot to put in his hearing aids." Natasha teases, reaching over Y/n to pinch at Steve's cheeks, blocking him as he tries to slap her fingers away.
"Alrightttttttt. Let's get this party started." Tony whoops finally as he hustles into the living room with a giant bottle of whiskey in his grasp.
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Everyone is either in a state of undress or highly tipsy. Nat is currently sat in the middle of the circle, blindfolded as Bucky circles her, feather tickling parts of her body. Y/n hiccups lightly, a loopy smile pressed against her lips. She is watching intently as Natasha squirms, Bucky trying his utter best to get her to laugh. A ding suddenly rings out, calling time on their game.
"Natasha.. you're u-" Tony slurs his way through his sentence, barely able to keep it together. He takes another sip of the whiskey, a giggle echoing into his glass. He shouldn't be near as tipsy as he is, participating in everything that was thrown his way, but nothing was going to stop Tony from having a drink. Y/n giggles to herself, head shaking in disbelief. He was definitely going to need helping getting up the stairs later.
Natasha sat back in her spot next to Y/n, swaying as she reaches for the bottle, leaning into to it, mesmerized as she watches it spin.
Y/n keeps her eyes trained on the bottle, like she has every time, nerves making her shake. She had only gone a couple of times, managing to avoid it the majority of the time. Her stomach sinks though, tightening as she realizes the rate of the bottle is slowing. It eventually stops in front of her, staring through her, straight into her soul. The people around her whoop in celebration, making the heat rise onto her face.
She turns to look at Nat, ready to get this over with. Even severely tipsy, her smirk is daunting, all full of mischief and a little bit of evil. Y/n feels her throat close around a gulp, tightening as she tries to swallow it. She tries to calm her breathing, subtly pinching at her thigh to keep herself from hyperventilating.
"I dare you to give your crush a lap dance to the naughty version of "Santa Tell Me." Nat slurs a little but the words are clear as day. Almost as if Nat has been faking her tipsy level. Y/n swallows a little, staring a Nat for the longest time. She searches her eyes, watching as they shift into know, a conspirital smile slowly lifting her lips.
She knows is all Y/n could think. She had to. Y/n's face was hot as she took in the overwhelming feeling of being watched. She looked up briefly, eyes circling the room at her friends who sat, watching her, waiting for her next move. Slowly, she stood. Her hand shook as she found the song, letting the beat flow for a minute, working up the courage to walk up to Clint. To dance on Clint.
Her hip work is slow, steady and she moves toward her target courage building steadily. She watches as Clint's eye fill with surprise mixed with lust, pupils blown wide, mouth agape.
Feeling Christmas all around
And I'm tryin' to play it cool
But it's hard to focus when I see him walkin' 'cross the room
"Let It Snow" is blastin' out
But I won't get in the mood
I'm avoidin' every mistletoe until I know it's It's true love that he thinks of
So next Christmas, I'm not all alone, boy
She mouths the words sensually as her confidence builds. She can hear whoops and hollers, even wolf whistles in the background but she tunes them out, all her focus on the man in front of her. She's on top of him now, the song building to her favorite part, hips gyrating, hovering just above his crotch. She watches his Adam's apple bob slowly, an audible gulp present on his lips. Her movements are smooth as she moves down, leaning out of reach when he tries to touch her.
Santa tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again
If he won't be here, next year
Santa tell me if he really cares
Cause I can't give it all away
If he won't be here, next year
She holds back a laugh as he pouts at her, using all her strength to not give into him; into his touch. Her eyes flutter close for a brief moment, channeling the right emotion for the next words to come, so that when she mouths them, he understands; understands how badly she means them. Just how much she truly likes him. She stares at him, hips still moving as she lip syncs to the next words, making sure to enunciate every word.
Oh, I wanna let him unwrap me, like, oh-ooh, oh
Get on top of him, by that fireplace, oh-ooh, oh
But I don't want a new broken heart
This year I've got to be smart
Oh, baby
She steadies herself, slowly sitting on his lap, not daring to move as the song wraps up. Her breath is shallow and shaky as she dares to utter her next words.
"Is now a good time to tell you I like you?"
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Oooof. That was fun to write! Anywho, I hope you enjoyed it. Happy Holidays. And if I don't see ya before then, Happy New Year.
Much love,
clintsarrows