Ironman (Tony Stark) x Reader
You sat in silence in the guestroom for what seemed like an eternity before the sound of the door knob turning was heard. Gazing over at the entryway, you saw Tony enter the room and close the door behind him.
"Lemme guess," You smirked. "Steve made you all draw straws."
"…So what if we did?" Tony replied, glancing away.
"So, you're stuck with me because of your rotten luck." You laughed.
"I do NOT have rotten luck." Tony scoffed. "I just didn't want you to be alone."
"The fact you forgot I swore vengeance tells me you didn't expect to get the short stick." You bluntly stated, chin resting in palm. "So how did I do? Spot on deduction?"
Tony looked like he was preparing to give a snarky response, but instead deflated with a sigh. Shoulders slumping, the billionaire took a seat next to you with his head hanging. You were taken aback by this and stared at him curiously.
"What?" You finally sighed.
"What do you mean 'what'?" Tony mumbled, head still hanging.
"What did I say?" You asked, placing a hand on his back gently. "You never slump like this."
"…..I really pissed you off…..didn't I?" Tony stated glumly.
"…THAT'S the issue here….?" You blinked in semi-shock.
"….Well…..to be completely honest with you….I'm not actually that mad…" You shrug. "Peeved, yes. But mad? Not really."
Tony tilted his head to send a wary glance toward you. You bit back a chuckle and gave him a reassuring smile. Slowly, the genius sat up normally and grabbed your hand.
"You're SURE you're not mad?" Tony asked, squeezing your hand slightly.
"Yes, Tony. I'm sure." You chuckle with an eye roll.
"Ok, good." Tony nodded in contentment. "So…shall we get started…?"
"Sure, I guess…?" You reply, eyebrows furrowing. "Though, I'm not exactly sure how…"
"Don't worry." Tony grinned and chuckled. "I've got this."
With that, he raised the hand he was holding to his mouth and kissed it sweetly. You blushed lightly at the act. However, your face heated further when the man before you gazed at you with a smile still gracing his lips.
"Are you nervous?" He asked, mischievous note to his tone.
"No." You replied evenly.
His lips met your wrist next.
"Are you nervous?" The billionaire asked again.
"Not in the least." You replied in the same tone as before.
Next, you felt lips touch your elbow.
"How about now? Nervous yet?"
This process continued in much the same pattern. Once Tony had reached your shoulder on the arm he's been giving the attention to, he had switched to the other one and given it the same treatment. Then he had played with your feet and legs for a while, making the two of you laugh hysterically for the five minutes in which that part of the touching took place. However, things quickly became romantic again.
"Nervous?" Tony asked, lips brushing your neck.
You stifled a gasp at the contact. Yep, he's Tony Stark alright; womanizing playboy who knows all the tricks.
"No." You managed to reply after ignoring your thoughts. What was the worst that could happen?
Said question was answered almost immediately.
Tony feathered kisses down your neck before nipping at the crook slightly. You softly yelped involuntarily at the feeling, hoping the man before you didn't just hear that.
"Soft spot eh?" The billionaire smirked against your neck.
Dammit. Curse him and his stupid ears that are trained on sexual noises; curse them both to hell.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You huff indignantly.
"Oh really?" Tony raised an eyebrow at you.
"Yes. ReaLLY!" You cried out as Tony bit the spot lightly and ran his tongue over the indents his teeth made.
"You're a bad liar when it comes to pleasure, [name]." Tony chuckled lowly.
"S-Shut up…." You breathed as you felt a chill run up your spine. Damn playboy.
"Nah, I still have a game to play with you remember?" Tony replied as his licked, nibbled and kissed his way back up your neck and across your jaw before stopping at your ear.
"Now, are you nervous?" He hummed into your ear.
A shiver racked your body at the sensation, and you were sure that just gave the narcissist an ego boost he didn't need. But you couldn't help it. As much as you hated to admit it, there was something undeniably sexy about the way Tony was handling this. Every touch was calculated and precise in the way he treated you like one of the many technological devices he had build, and it was driving you up the wall.
You knew the answer to his question loud and clear, it was over. You were a trembling mess because of him, and the both of you knew it. But you were just as stubborn, if not more, as he was. You would NOT let yourself be beaten just like that.
"No." You finally breathed out, trying to steel your nerves.
Tony seemed to be shocked by this response, because he backed off a bit to look in your eyes.
"….You sure….?" He whispered, brow furrowing.
"Yes." You huffed, face red. "I'm sure."
"…If you say so…" Tony replied, gaze softening.
You tried to prepare yourself for whatever else he could possibly throw at you. However, never in your wildest dreams did you think he would do this. Your eyes went wide as every preparation you had made was thrown out the window in place of shock as you felt something touch your mouth.
Or to be more exact, your lips. It took you a second to recognize what was touching your lips. They were another pair of lips.
Specifically Tony's. Tony's lips were touching your own. Your lips were touching Tony's. The two of your lips were now touching in this moment.
Welp. You didn't see that one coming. You felt your face heat up substantially at the prospect of what was happening. Tony Stark, the man every woman wanted to be seen with and held by, was currently kissing you.
Kissing was a thing you two were doing.
Tony Stark was kissing you and it took you a moment to fully register the fact that TONY STARK WAS KISSING YOU AND ERROR ERROR BRAIN NOT FUCTIONING SEND HELP.
All of twenty seconds passed of you sitting there frozen with shock before Tony pulled away and looked you in the eye.
"T-Tony, what…" You blinked slowly, reaching up to your lips with finger tips.
"Remember how I said I don't have rotten luck….?" Tony started.
"Uh….yeah….why?" You asked in staccato as your brain tried to re-set itself after overload.
"Well…I kind of…..drew the short stick on purpose." He replied bashfully.
"….What?" You stared at him blankly.
"I drew the short stick on purpose…It wasn't that hard honestly." Tony repeated, clearing his throat slightly.
"But…why?" You asked, furrowing you eyebrows in confusion.
"Because…I've wanted to do something like this with you for a while, [Name]." Tony shrugged. "I mean, you're one of the most fun people I know. I feel like I can really be myself around you."
"So…in other words…..you….like me…?" You glanced at him questioningly.
Tony's face darkened slightly with a blush. You looked on at the sight in awe as he coughed a bit while glancing around before looking back into your eyes.
"Well…yeah." He mumbled. "In fact….I like you a lot…..romantically I mean…"
To say disbelief was apparent on your features was an understatement. Your face at this moment was disbelief incarnate. How on Earth could he see anything worth liking in you? Sure the two of you got along, but that was just friendly banter….right? Yes, you may have had a SLIGHT infatuation with his for a week prior to the current circumstances….ok, slight was another understatement. You were somewhat smitten, though you would NEVER in your life admit that. Besides, it was foolish to believe you would ever have a chance with the billionaire.
Well, at least that's what you had thought. Now, as you sat watching him, the thought of your attraction to Tony being returned seemed nowhere near foolish. Maybe….dare you say it? Maybe….this would work.
"[Name]?" Tony raised his eyebrows as you cupped his cheek with your hands.
Before you realized what you were doing, the two of you were kissing again. This time more active, yet still chaste. Tony moved along with the rhythm you had set and slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You were also up to mischief as you moved one hand down to rub at his collar. All that soon ended when you broke away, flushing and averting your gaze.
Tony stared at you for a long moment before gently lifting your chin to look at him.
"I take it you feel somewhat similar toward me?" He grinned.
"No shit, Sherlock." You rolled your eyes with a wry smile.
"Good to hear." Tony smiled before wrapping you up in an embrace. "Now, what did you say before about my rotten luck…?"
You laughed at that and hugged him tightly. He was one lucky son of a bitch, you'll admit that much.
"So…are you Nervous?" Tony asked as he rested his head on top of yours.
"Tony." You warned. "Don't make me PROVE to you that you actually have rotten luck."
"Aw, I love you too babe." The billionaire smiled, burying his face in your hair.
This relationship would be interesting to say the least.
Extended Ending 2
"Told you he cheated when we drew straws, Cap." Bruce smirked at the Blond man below him by the door.
"Remind me to lecture him for that later." Steve sighed.
"Shhhh! I can't hear what's going on!" Clint hissed pressing his ear further into the wood.
"Guys, you should really stop snooping…" Peter murmured worriedly.
"Relax, what's the worst that could happen?" Wade smirked, pressing his own masked ear to the wood of the door.
"I'm surrounded by idiots." Natasha rolled her eyes. She would find out about it later by pressuring you.
"Aw, don't say that Tasha." Clint frowned. "We're all just curious. It's not like we'll get caught or some-"
"I CAN HEAR YOU OUT THERE!" Your shout could be heard from behind the door. "ANYONE I FIND OUTSIDE THE DOOR WILL BE PUBLICLY CASTRATED!"
The men near the door launched themselves to the other side of the room in an instant. Maybe it would be better to stay out of it…
Thus the first chapter is done!
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