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Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “you're cute even when you make that face."

Summary: tony invites himself to keep you company while you drink away a bad day, and it very quickly develops into something more salacious.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, people), alcohol

Word Count: 2,084

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You rested your cheek in your hand as you watched Tony rim another batch of shot glasses with salt, setting the glasses he’d already filled on the board in front of you. He was dressed surprisingly casually in a black polo shirt and oil-marked jeans, his hair stylishly mussed. Your eyes idly travelled to the muscles of his biceps for a moment despite yourself.

“This still feels like a really convoluted way to get drunk.”

Tony smirked, pouring the last round of shots into his prepared glasses. “Are you worried you’re not up to the challenge?”

“I’m worried you’re an even bigger nerd than I already thought you were,” you replied dryly. Tony snickered, meeting your eyes from under his brows as he set the remaining glasses in place on the board. You returned his smile despite yourself. He’d found you raiding his bar about twenty minutes prior, and after a few semi-irritating jibes aimed your way, he’d offered to blow off his evening plans in favor of joining you for a night of commisatory drinks. “Let’s just start already.”

“You’re so pushy,” he teased, turning the board ninety degrees with a finger. “It’s kinda hot.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Keep your kinks to yourself, Stark. I’m just here to get drunk.”

He snickered again, waving a hand at the board between you. After you’d agreed to drink with him instead of alone, he’d produced a chess board from under the bar. Instead of pieces however, he’d brought out what felt like way too many shot glasses emblazoned with the different chess pieces – presumably so you could keep track of which piece was which. He’d made some joking excuse of it being a ‘training exercise’ for your problem-solving skills. The dick.

“Ladies first.”

“Alright…” you sighed, cracking your knuckles. “But, just as a warning… I have no idea how to play.”

Tony laughed aloud, rounding the side of the bar so that he could pull up the stool beside you.

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You wrinkled your nose as you downed yet another tequila shot, the alcohol making your head pleasantly fuzzy. You reached for the bowl of limes you’d cut while he was pouring, sucking on a quarter with a frown. “So… am I winning yet?”

Tony chuckled, his knee bumping against yours in a way that you were almost sure you could mistake for affection. He’d pulled his stool right up to yours, and now one of his knees was pressed between your parted thighs. You tried to ignore the warmth that tingled along the inside of your thighs at the feeling of it. His temple rested against his fist, his elbow on the bar as he watched you set the glass down beside the board. He was watching you with an amused smile, the deep brown of his eye ridiculously warm and strangely comforting.

“Not even close. But I love the enthusiasm.”

“I ever tell you that you’re kind of a dick?”

He sighed, faux-resigned. “No, but I’m familiar with the tune.”

“Yeah? Well, let me sing you a reprise.” you sniped, staring at the board for a long moment before picking up a shot glass and replacing it with one of yours. “A-ha!”

Tony hummed, taking the shot from you and downing it with practiced ease. You swallowed as his fingers brushed against yours, surprised again by the way something so casual made your stomach flip. He set down the glass beside the board. “You get cocky fast, sweetheart.”

“Says the world’s biggest…” you rolled your eyes as his smirk widened. “Shut up.”

Tony laughed loudly, picking up another shot and tossing it back.

“Hey, I didn’t even make a move!”

“I’m levelling the playing field,” he replied easily. You stuck your tongue out at him childishly. “God, you’re cute.”

You scowled, moving another glass across the board. “I am not.”

“Ridiculously so,” he insisted teasingly, selecting a slice of lime and replacing that glass with one of his own. You sighed, taking the shot obediently. Your frown deepened as you picked up another quarter of lime. “Hell, you’re even cute when you make that face.”

Your lips parted to make some biting response, falling silent as you met his eyes. He seemed to be studying you as he sucked on the lime, and the moment hung between the two of you before he reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. He tossed the lime aside seconds before his mouth met yours, his hand curled in your hair.

The sweet burn of salt and lime lingered on his lips, heat radiating wonderfully from where his lips pressed against yours to tingle through every one of your limbs and curl within your belly. Your hand came forward to brace yourself against his thigh, fingers pressing into the denim. Tony hummed against your lips, his fingertips tickling at the back of your neck.

His other hand came up to clutch at your hip pulling you further towards him. The sound of surprise you made as your stool tipped was muffled by his lips, your hand tightening on his thigh. Tony chuckled into the kiss, standing and pushing you back so your stool was upright again without breaking away from you.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he teased against your lips, his stubble teasing your chin. “Can’t have you—”

“I swear to God, Stark, if you’re about to make a ‘falling for you’ joke this ends right here.”

He laughed, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He tucked hair behind your ear, trailing his fingertips down the side of your neck to tease along the neckline of your shirt. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good,” you replied, hooking your fingers in the front of his shirt. You smiled up at him, warmth rising in your cheeks and settling in the pit of your stomach. “Because you’re on thin ice, Tony.”

“Noted,” he grinned as you tugged him forward and brought his lips back to yours. His kiss was languid, his hand continuing its journey down to claim your hip. His other hand came ton rest between your thighs, bracing him against the edge of the stool. The heat in your belly flooded through you; your head was spinning with it.

Tony’s lips travelled down over your throat as your hands moved to fumble with the buckle of his belt. His fingers covered yours, intertwining them. “Eager.”

You brought his lips back to yours, kissing him again for a moment before speaking against his mouth. “I need you to fuck me, Tony.”

Tony gave a soft groan, his forehead resting against yours. “Yes, ma’am.”

His lips met yours again, hungrier than before, and you curled the fingers of one hand in the hair at the back of his head. Your other hand cupped the bulge in his jeans and squeezed, shivering at the way he moaned into your mouth. Tony’s hands smoothed up over your knees, skimming along the bare flesh of your thighs. Goosebumps followed as his fingertips slipped under the hem of your skirt.

Tony’s lips returned to the side of your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as he hooked his hands under your thighs and tugged you to the edge of the stool. Setting your knees against his hips, you moaned, head falling back, as his fingers found your cunt. Even through your underwear the brush of his fingers against your clit was godly, and you unbuckled his belt eagerly.

“Already so wet, baby,” he murmured against your throat. His teeth caught your earlobe, and he exhaled heavily as you slipped your hand past his waistband to wrap it around his hardening cock. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

You ground against Tony’s hand as he pushed your underwear aside and teased your clit in earnest, his mouth sucking a heady pressure into your collarbone. You stroked the length of him, squeezing him at the base with each downstroke.

“Evil little hands,” Tony muttered, running his tongue along your pulse point before kissing you again. His breath caught as you wrapped your legs around him and urged him closer, the head of his cock pressing slowly into you. “Fuck…”

“You sound so pretty, Stark.” you teased, your next words devolving into a moan as he thrust further into you. “Oh, Christ…”

Tony laughed brokenly, his forehead falling against your shoulder as he began fucking himself into you steadily. He pressed a kiss to the mark he’d left on your collarbone before returning to your face, dusting kisses over your cheeks and nose before claiming your lips.

His grip was bruising on your hips, and each inch he filled you with made you whimper with need. The stool rocked with each thrust, and hands clutching at his shirt. The rough denim of his jeans teased the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, and Tony broke away from your lips so you could pull his shirt off over his head.

Your hands found his chest greedily, your mouth finding the base of his throat. Tony moaned, his fingers on your clit. “Needy little…”

“D’you think…” you moaned as he adjusted his hips and he brushed against the sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. “…that we could stop making fun of each other for the next… five minutes?”

Tony chuckled, kissing you again. His tongue slid against yours, his hands tightening deliciously on your hips.

“Depends,” he replied, kissing the tip of your nose in a surprisingly affectionate gesture. You moaned aloud as he contradicted it with a particularly hard thrust. “Think you can control yourself?”

You pinched his nipple, and he laughed. “Nope.”

“Good,” he replied. “’Cause I’m gonna need more than five minutes.”

***

You were quickly coming to the conclusion that fucking Tony was like some kind of drug. You could feel your first orgasm dripping down your thighs, the second building quickly inside you. Tony’s hand was spread against the small of your back, his head dipped down to tease the soft skin of the swell of your breasts with his lips and tongue. You had your fingers curled in his hair, rolling your hips forward to meet his with every thrust. Your other hand clung to the edge of the bar in the hopes it would be enough to keep you from falling off the stool.

“Fuck, Tony…” you wrapped your arm around his neck as he brought his mouth back to yours. Your hand clutched at his shoulder blade, nails scoring his bare skin. His fingers found your clit again and your hips jerked against him. “We’re going to get caught…”

He chuckled, quickening his hand. “Sweetheart, if nobody came running the first time you screamed my name, they’re not coming.”

“Asshole.”

“See, that’d hurt if you weren’t currently dripping all over my—”

Tony gave a muffled laugh as you cut him off by kissing him again, your teeth grazing his bottom lip. His thrusts quickened just as he pinched your clit, and you moaned brokenly as you came again, your whole body jerking into his. Tony took hold of your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he thrust into you firmly a few more times before pulling out. He groaned, gripping the base of his cock as he spilled himself over your thighs, his shoulder shuddering as he exhaled.

You closed your eyes as you fought to regain your composure, and felt Tony dust blind kisses over your face as you did. He lingered each time he caught your lips, his own chest heaving as he came down. He smoothed a hand over the side of shoulder and down your bicep, his thumb brushing over the bare skin.

“Remind me to invite myself to drinks more often.”

You breathed a laugh, letting your head fall forward to rest your forehead against his, your hands still resting on his shoulders. Tony moved to press a kiss to your hairline as his breathing steadied.

“Wouldn’t have hurt to wait ‘til we found a bed, though.”

He smirked softly, moving back to meet your eye. You felt warmth in your cheeks as he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know, you look so pretty sitting there all dainty, thighs covered in my—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. “Tony?”

“Mm?” he hummed from behind your palm, amusement shining in his eyes.

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Mm-hmm.”

You smiled despite yourself, removing your hand and kissing him again.

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Chapter 66 of (Y/n), I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative is up! Here’s a little snippet of that chapter...

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As Thor, Valkyrie, and the Hulk entered the large room, everyone went down on one knee and placed their right fist over their hearts. “Please, stand.” Thor said humbly, stepping in front of you, and led the three of you to the large glass window. Heimdall and that large rock man were already standing by it, gazing outside. You watched as Surtur sent the planet up in flames, then turned away in horror, your knuckles pressed against your lips. “The damage is not too bad.” The large rock-man said, and you looked up at him, “As long as the foundations are strong, we can rebuild this place. It will be a haven for all peoples and aliens of the universe.” You chanced a look at whatever remained of Asgard and immediately regretted it; you saw Surtur plunge his sword down through the planet, and a moment to later it exploded in bright light, rocks and dust shooting through space. Everyone was silent, and you put a hand on Thor’s arm. “Now those foundations are gone. Sorry.” The rock man said with regret. A large ring of dust and rock surrounded the white light where Thor’s home once was. “What have I done?” Thor whispered, and you squeezed his hand in condolences, trying to stem your tears. “You saved us from extinction.” Heimdall stated from your left side. That was true; the people were safe, and like Valkyrie said, that’s all that matters. “Asgard is not a place,” the Gatekeeper said, looking at the prince, “it’s a people.”

You laid on your bed, your armor sitting on a table by the wall and your boots on the floor. You were wearing the under armor; the dark red leather shirt that had flexible silver scales that ran up and down the sides of your shirt, and black leather pants. You didn’t realize that you were so sore until you had laid down an hour ago. And that shower you had... It was incredible to feel all that dirt and sweat wash off of you, it was heaven. And the Asgardian soaps had been divine, and your skin seemed to actually glow afterward. A few people had taken and cleaned your armor and placed them on your sleek, metal dresser. But, these small pleasures couldn’t overshadow the fact that Asgard was gone... it was a beautiful place, and you wish you could have been there more, or even lived there with... with Loki.

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