#Tony stark x black reader

[ironinc]

Drunk Confession.ᝰ.ᐟ (Pt.1)

Tony Stark x F!Black Reader. 

˗ˏˋ Your older boss invites you to his dinner party with his VIP clients, as his soon-to-be assistant you have to go. With a little liquor in his system, he gets bold enough to confess a feeling he can’t hold back anymore. 

⤷ Oneshot, slight smut, a 10+ year age gap, starts off with a steady plot. It does get a little steamy though. 

⤷ A/N: This is my first story, I haven’t wrote anything in literally three years. I honestly should’ve started writing a long time ago. But it’s never too late to try. Please let me know if you have any request and I will try my best to get them done! Enjoy this ;) It's a bit long so I split it in two parts!

⤷ A special song to add spice: Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez.

⤷ Word count: 2,138

 - Reader’s POV 

Another day, another silly run to this stupid printer. Working for Tony Stark is some people’s dream or possible nightmare. I’ve been working here for almost a year. At first, I was just an intern for one of the workers here, until Mr.Stark saw how well I was performing and wanted me to work as his personal assistant. 

Today, I donned my black pantsuit with a white trim that fit me to perfection. I paired it with my chic Christian Louboutin heels and minimal accessories. My makeup was light but striking, and my new sew-in hairstyle added a touch of elegance to my overall look. As always, I paid close attention to my outfit and accessories, ensuring that they would complement both my figure and skin tone. Fashion has always been an essential part of my life, and I have a deep appreciation for its ability to elevate my style and confidence.

After retrieving VIP customer copies from the printer, I headed back to the elevator. As it rose to the top floor, I couldn't help but admire how huge and impressive everything was. It was unlike any company I'd worked for before. My thoughts wandered to the new heels Mr. Stark had insisted on buying for me. It still baffles me how thoughtful and generous he was, and I was grateful for his kind gesture.

I felt a mix of emotions when he bought me those heels. On one hand, I was overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness and generosity of his gift. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable accepting something so expensive. I had never experienced a man going out of his way to buy me something that was 'on my level'. It was both flattering and slightly intimidating.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out. Walking down the long hallway to Mr. Stark's office, I braced myself for the conversation that was about to unfold. As I stepped into the room, I caught Happy and Mr. Stark deep in a conversation about recent sales successes.

"Here you are, Mr. Stark," I said with an upbeat tone, a small smile playing on my lips as I handed him the requested papers. As he skimmed through the papers, I couldn't help but notice the scent of his cologne filling the air around us, sending a subtle shiver up my spine.

“Thank you for getting those for me Ms.{Last Name}.” 

"Of course, Mr. Stark," I replied, my voice firm but carrying a hint of warmth. "I'm glad I could help."

He studied me with a perplexed expression, a hint of curiosity in his gaze as he noticed my new hairstyle.

"You look different today," he remarked, a small grin forming on his lips. "This hairstyle suits you."

I felt a flutter in my stomach at his words. First, he had surprised me with those gorgeous heels, and now he was flattering me. It was like a delightful rollercoaster ride of emotions and compliments.

"Thanks for noticing, Mr. Stark. I'm glad you approve.” I say with a hint of happiness in my tone. 

"I noticed you wearing the gift I gave you. You look lovely in them. How do they feel?" He stood up from his chair, his towering form making me take a step back as he moved to stand in front of his desk. His gaze remained fixed on me, expectant of a response.

Happy gave me a brief but cheery hello and left, closing the door behind him.

“Thank you for getting these shoes for me. They fit perfectly. However, I must admit that I'm still a bit confused about why you went through the trouble.”  He raised his eyebrows at my statement and crossed his arms, listening intently to what I was saying. 

"I completely understand the feeling of confusion, but allow me to reassure you that the gift is perfect for you and you deserve it after all the outstanding work you've done for the company. You've truly gone above and beyond." 

With every word he was saying his tone was so sensual yet professional. It made me eager to hear more. I smile widely not letting my gaze leave his.

"I have an important dinner tonight with my top VIPs,” Mr. Stark informed me, “And I wanted to let you know because you'll soon be my personal assistant.” 

I couldn't help but wonder what the evening held in store for me. Fancy dining and an older crowd were not exactly my cup of tea, but I was determined to handle it professionally and rise to the occasion. After all, it was part of my journey toward becoming Mr. Stark's assistant.

He had a point, I thought, my nerves mingling with a flutter of anticipation. As we chatted about the midweek event, I asked cautiously, “What time should I be there tonight?”

With a kind smile, he alleviated my concerns. “There's no need to worry about transportation. A personal driver will pick you up at 8 pm sharp. And don't worry,” he added reassuringly. “while it may seem like another tedious business function, I promise our conversations will be worth your time. Let's make the most of it together.” 

                                   Time skip ₊⊹

Time was slipping away, and I hurriedly wrapped up the last details of my evening look. I slipped into a flattering burgundy dress, pairing it with the stunning black-red bottom heels Mr. Stark had gifted me. Every accessory was carefully chosen to complement my attire. And with a final touch of glamour, I styled my hair to perfection. I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence as I took in my reflection in the mirror, ready to step into the evening with grace and elegance.

As the car horn sounded outside my apartment, I grabbed my perfume and quickly applied it with a spritz where needed. I snatched my clutch off the nearby table and headed out the door.

The driver greeted me respectfully, opening the car door for me. “ Good evening, Ms. [Last Name],"  he said politely. “The drive to the event will be short.” I thanked him graciously and slipped elegantly into the luxurious Mercedes, ready for the evening ahead.

                               Short time skip ₊⊹ 

  - No one’s POV 

He was correct about the brevity of the ride as you arrived at our destination. 

When you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the familiar face of Happy, who greeted you with a compliment, saying, 'You look stunning as usual, Ms. [Last Name]. I'll escort you to wherever Mr. Stark is, You know how he can wander off.” 

As Happy led you toward Mr. Stark, you noticed that he had a slight buzz about him, and his wandering gaze fell directly on your figure, lingering over the bold dress that accentuated your curves.

As he looked you up and down, taking in the sight of the elegant burgundy dress hugging your curves, he couldn't help but feel a stir of admiration. The way the fabric fits your body perfectly, accentuating all your best features, left him unable to look away. A small smile crept across his face, his thoughts momentarily distracted by the sight of your stunning outfit. He knew he had made the right decision with the red bottoms, as you truly looked breathtaking.

With a warm, almost flirty, smile, he kept his gaze towards you and said, "You look absolutely captivating in that dress, Ms.{Last Name}. It suits you perfectly."  The sight of you in that dress had a mesmerizing effect on him, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

You thanked him with a soft, appreciative smile, your cheeks tinged a faint shade of pink. "Thank you, Mr. Stark," you replied, your voice filled with gratitude.

"Your compliments mean a lot to me." As he looked at you, he couldn't help but notice the subtle blush that spread across your cheeks, giving her a more charming, endearing quality. 

It was moments like these when he felt a flutter in his heart, his admiration for you growing with each interaction. The chemistry between you two was palpable, the air around them thick with unspoken tension and attraction.

That was soon cut short due to someone wanting to make a toast towards his company. Everyone sat down at their assigned table. Your seat is next to Mr.Stark and a lady named ’Natasha Romanoff’. 

Tony had recently made a life-changing reveal to the world that he was Iron Man. The stress of his work seemed to bear down on him heavily. The dinner was organized to help alleviate some of that stress. As the speaker highlighted his accomplishments, you watched as Tony finished off his scotch, his gaze distant and preoccupied.

As the speaker concluded their speech, inviting Tony to take the stage, With every step he took towards the microphone, waves of cheers filled the room. Tony took the mic, his charismatic charm oozing with every word he uttered. With a slight slur to his words, he began thanking everyone for attending, weaving in-jokes that brought laughter from the crowd. 

But as the atmosphere grew lighter, Tony made an unexpected declaration, slurring his words slightly. "You all need to hear this. This gorgeous lady that I was sitting next to, my soon-to-be assistant, is like something straight out of a dream. I find myself falling harder for her every moment..."

The whole crowd is shocked, even Natasha lets out a little chuckle at his drunken confession. 

Your surprise was genuine as Tony's heartfelt confession unfolded before you. Though he had been dropping hints for months, you never imagined it would transpire like this.

Feeling the weight of the moment, you swiftly made your way to the stage. The realization set in as the audience connected you to Tony's passionate words. With a tender touch, you smoothly retrieved the microphone from his grasp. He reciprocated by draping an arm around your midsection, pulling you closer to him as you both faced the mesmerized crowd together.

"I'm grateful for your thoughtful words, Mr. Stark," you replied, your voice carrying a mix of gratitude and playfulness. "You're a captivating presence for the audience, so let me steal you away tonight." Everyone cheered for your words. 

As you both left the stage, you intertwined your fingers with his, guiding him through the bustling room. The weight of his hand in yours was a new comfort to you. Grounding you amidst the whirlwind of the event. You led him to a secluded space, filled with a desk and chairs, where you could have a private conversation.

—

As Tony looked into your eyes, captivated by your gaze, he responded with a slight slur, his words laced with sincerity yet tinged by the effects of alcohol. "You know, my beautiful future wife, I meant every word I said. Every. Single. Word."

His voice held a mixture of vulnerability and a hint of flirtation as he broke the barrier between formal and intimate. The atmosphere was charged, the sound of the party beyond the room fading into the background. Tony's eyes never left yours, as if caught in the enchantment of your presence.

As Tony's voice caressed your ears, dripping with a sensuous undertone, you could feel a wave of anticipation building within you. The air thickened with a sensual atmosphere, charged with a tension that seemed to stretch out the time.

With a sudden and urgent move, Tony's hands found their way to your hips, drawing you closer to him. His confident touch sent sparks through your body. The height difference between you two meant you had to look up to meet his gaze. And before your mind could form any words, his lips were on yours, the kiss filled with a fiery passion that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

As Tony's arms ensnared you in an eager embrace, your fingertips trailed the length of his neck, tracing a delicate line across his smooth skin.

Tony's hands were strong yet gentle as they glided down your back, tracing a sensuous path along the length of your spine. The warmth they emitted sent tingles through you, making you shiver with desire. His touch sparked a fire within you.

The taste of his lips fueled your desire, driving your hunger for him higher. His touch sparked a fire within you, his fingertips now gliding under the fabric of your dress and caressing the bare, sensitive skin.

As your fingers continued their exploration, sliding over the fabric of his shirt, you couldn't help but admire the way his pulse quickened with each press of your touch. The sound of his breathing, slightly unsteady, added another layer to the electric air between you.

"Tony," you whispered in between kisses, "I need you, now. Here."

I'm actually so geeked out about how part two is gonna play out. SO HAPPY!!

— part two now awaits you ᥫ᭡.

[verxn]

Dating Tony stark would include

Him spoiling you

“Damn I don’t know what dress to pick they’re all so pretty”

“Alright you heard her ring them all up”

You don’t like when he spends his money on you

“You should really stop with the pointless purchases..”

*him around the pool with a whole bunch of pool accessories you called cute*

“It’s my money I can spend it on whatever”

you having to drag him out of the office

“I just get so sick and tired of you not eating the food I slave over the stove to cook”

he eats the food just only when it gets really late

Listening to your talk about how annoying the people in the office can get

“Candice decided it would be great to take my damn idea for herself, but she was moving too fast she didn’t even hear what we were doing next” you laugh

Peter being you guys adopted son

“Peter!!! hi sweetie”

“hello Mrs. Stark!!!”

Him getting jealous that you’re showing more love to peter and not him

“Peter don’t you have a home to go back to?”

“Tony that isn’t nice”

You having to put him in check for his attitude

“What you got your period or something you more moody than me”

Him building you a suit

“I’m not wearing that..”

You wore the suit

He was so happy

Felt like a mom sending her daughter off to prom

“Alright turn around for me again I need to send this in the avengers group chat to show them my wife is better than theirs”

Him constantly bragging about you to Steve

“Yeah y/n is so wonderful I’m so glad I can wake up next to her every morning”

“You know she got a promotion the other day I’m so proud of her”

“Tony I really don’t think that’s necessary to the meet-“

“But yeah she’s the light of my life honestly”

You meeting the avengers for the first time

“Guys this is my wife y/n”

“Hello I made cookies!”

Them telling on Tony about how he won’t shut up about you

“Really…”

“What I was just saying the truth”

Him looking at you suffer doing or taking out your hair

You get to the last few braids

“You need help?”

“Tony what help can you give me there’s only 2 braids left”

“Yeesh my bad just trying to help”

[apocalypse-shuffle]

TONY STARK | IRON MAN (616)

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“Office Time” (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader)

| Tony visits the reader at her office job. Just to hang out…no other reason.

| SFW, slice of life(?), nothing crazy happens they’re just talking, fluff

| Pic source: Tony Stark: Iron Man comics

| 2k+ words

Tony saunters into your office thirty minutes after finishing up with a business meeting in the area. He’s long since ditched his suit jacket, leaving him in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and slacks, polished oxfords clacking on the vinyl as he travels down the office building’s nearly vacant hallways.

He knocks on your door while already walking himself in.

“Hey! It’s your boyfriend. Remember me?”

You glance at him briefly with a roll of your eyes but still flash him a smile before turning back to your monitor. The sleek black design was Stark Tech, gifted by himself, because no associate of his was working on anything less than the best. He can hear the tell tale signs of a conference call once he kicks the door closed behind him.

A small smirk eclipses his face at the sight of you and he edges his way across the room on silent feet. You toss him a curious glance but he waves you off. He’s got a hunch he plans on getting to the bottom of and he’s willing to risk your ire to do so. He thinks the reward will be greater than the risk in this case, though. Certainly more than his usual impulsive calls for excitement.

You only lightly startle when he plops down next to you on the floor behind your desk.

“So…” he starts, stretching out the word while settling comfortably beside your legs where they’re not fully under the desk.

“So?”

You hum and begin shuffling around with some papers. Tony feels like the file beneath your hands could knock Thor out; it's so thick.

“You know I love you, and all that good stuff. So, when I say this I'm really not trying to seem like the biggest jerk on the planet but, uh.” Tony scratches the back of his head as your eyes narrow at your screen. “Haha, okay. This is gonna be a little awkward, even for me, but did you get that package I sent you earlier?”

“Uh huh. It’s under my desk,” your face twitches funnily before you lick your lips. “It’s not secretly a…bomb…is it?”

You parse the question out tentatively and Tony blinks up at you.

“I would never do something so irresponsible.”

You squint, bright eyes still locked on whatever you’ve got running on the computer.

“Mmm, you kind of already have though.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle when the man smiles at you, blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I see what you’re trying to do right now, and it won’t work.”

“Oh you do? Well that’s okay because I distinctly remember a certain Armored Avenger crashing into the side of this building a month ago.”

“I’ll have you know, I was thrown, actually.”

You give a little nod randomly to the screen before addressing him.

“Whatever,” you sniff. “I could’ve died.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, the world's shittiest boyfriend award goes to me. Thanks.”

He’s going for playful dismissiveness, but if the look you throw at him is any indication he missed by a mile and ended up firmly at the corner of much too needy and much too self deprecating.

“Don't punch down, it looks bad on you. You still ended up saving me.”

“I don’t think the good deed counts if I caused the problem in the first place.”

“In this case we'll make an exception,” you frown at whatever’s on your screen but Tony doesn’t really know what to do at your reassurance. Eventually you fill the silence the room descends into.

“You’re good, though? Not slowly dying from some weird alien goo or anything?”

In a bid to dismiss your clear worry Tony waves his hand, “I’m fine, really. Just was in the area…Wanted to see you,” he shrugs. “Make sure you haven't opened that box.”

Tony gives himself a good chuckle before realizing the room’s other occupant isn’t laughing. His head whips to the side and his eyes widen. You’re cringing.

“Oh shit! You did? Honey...I...uh…” he trails off as you turn off your camera and slowly turn to him. Your face is pinched in guilt and embarrassment, and would you look at that, Tony feels like shit now.

“Hold on, Y/n, I’m not upset about it, just shocked I’m apparently rubbing off on you this much, and embarrassed.”

Your shoulders drop and you tap your manicured nails in succession once before your grimace turns into a soft smile.

You let out a small chuckle, “What’s so wrong with the gift you’d be embarrassed about it?”

“It’s just…uh…” he looks up at you and you smile.

“Proof that you care?”

He waves his hands around.

“No! I mean, yea- it just wasn’t supposed to come today.”

You nod sagely and place the gift, a beautifully crafted gold band set, gently atop your folder of doom.

“What exactly do you…think about them, though?”

Tony watches avidly as you chew on your lip for a moment.

He didn’t think after all you’d been through this would be the catalyst for you breaking up with him, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint you either.

It didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot and could go toe to toe with Tony’s own brand of witt.

Neither of you take your eyes off the other as you suddenly push your chair back so you’re facing him. The moment you kick off one of your heels your boyfriend’s gaze locks on your bare foot. Tony’s breath hitches as you lift the fullness of your right leg up in front of his face. You slip the golden garter from your toes up to settle at the middle of your thigh, delighting in the way the hero tracks its trajectory.

Sliding the two thin gold cuffs up to your left forearm elicits the same amount of infatuation. After you finish putting on his gifts you meet his eyes and can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Is that answer enough for you?” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love them, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony stares up at you, goofy grin taking over his face before he shifts to physically pat himself on the back. You laugh at him and turn back to your computer.

“Alright, yeah! Good on me. Best boyfriend of the year award firmly secured!”

You give him a little subdued upturn of your lips while flicking back on your camera. The meeting you’re in is still droning on without you.

“I won’t disagree with you, Tee,” you smirk. “Though that is a completely made up award.”

He squawks at your accusation, never mind that it was true.

You pay no further mind to his outburst except to shush him as you begin once again listening to what sounded like your team lead giving you all a hell of a talking to.

He takes to idly fiddling with his emergency screwdriver and the landline that was on your desk for the half hour it takes for your meeting to wrap up. He finds and disables a S.H.I.E.L.D tracker, two of Fury’s information gathering bugs, and one of his listening devices that was thankfully not transmitting -goddamn paranoid asshole- within the first twenty minutes.

Each time he finds something, identifies it and takes it apart, he shows it to you and by the time he’s fished out the last “addition” you look heavily irritated.

“Alright, yes, thank you for letting me listen in Ma’am…Mhm…Goodbye to you as well,” you say before logging off.

You turn to Tony, still cross legged on the floor, and your face goes from mildly irritated to furious in seconds.

“What the hell?”

Tony scowls at the ruined tech, “What the hell, indeed. Why would the General be tracking you?”

You shake your head.

“I work a desk job,” you say deadpan. “So it can’t be that, but I'd bet a lot that someone found out about us.”

“I want in on that bet,” Tony jokes lowly, dropping the ruined pieces of S.H.I.E.L.D tech into his pocket.

You rub at your forehead and Tony makes a soft noise before getting up on his knees and grabbing the hand that’s in your lap. He squeezes it softly.

“Don’t stress yourself out, I'll deal with it, okay? No one messes with my woman and gets away with it.”

You return the soft hold and snort as y’all lock eyes. Tony smirks and kisses the hand in his grasp. You smile softly down at him, bracing your elbow on the desk and leaning your head on your free fist.

“Your woman, huh?”

He can tell you’re putting on a brave face by how quickly your laughter fades after that. How fast your expression and tone goes from playful to something duller, and he knows he’s going to try and cheer you up before he even comes up with an actual plan.

“Yup.”

He winks at you, signature smirk softened around the edges, and you scoff while flicking his nose.

“Oh? Does that make you ‘my man’ then?”

“You’re damn right it does.”

You both let out quiet laughs while holding each other’s gazes. Dark lashes brush against brown skin when you blink and your eyes go half lidded, thumb running over his knuckles. It’s enough to make a grown man blush honestly.

Tony loves when the combined energy between you both sparks like this. It makes his body tingle in a way it never has with any of his past partners.

Sunset used to make him warm all over but it was never a good kind of warm, she used to make him feel lacking with nothing but pretty words and a flutter of her lashes. Tiberius didn’t make him feel like anything less than the shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Rumiko was like spring, blooming flowers and soft grass, but her dad had ripped her away the second he found out she was seeing a Stark so he’d never gotten to feel how they sparked. Janet made him want to dance and sing, her heat was like kinetic energy on a dance floor, but he was never a physical activity type of guy and she’d needed Hank more than him so their spark had fizzled out. Pepper and him had had a good run but in the end they hadn’t been what the other needed, but she was much more content with Happy anyway.

But you?

You made him calm like fall. All cool gusts of air and falling leaves when you looked at him during your rare moments of stillness together. Moments that made him want to fall into that pile of leaves and never come out. You pull him in like the world would stop revolving without you.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss.

You sigh against his mouth, hand moving to tilt his chin up more securely. He leans up to meet you halfway and you lean down to close the gap without a second thought. You and Tony devour each other slowly. You taste like coffee, like fall, and he’s desperate for it.

When you break apart neither of you are out of breath but he’s sure his eyes are just as dilated as yours. You’re only a hair's width apart as you breathe each other's air and he maps the intricacies of your face.

His eyes light up as he gets an idea.

“How bout’,” he pecks you on the lips before pulling back. “I cheer you up.”

“How so?” you ask, the smile you give him is wistful but the brown of your dark eyes twinkle.

Tony shivers. Your eyes only take on that mischievous sparkle when you’re planning or when you smell blood in the water and have somebody pegged. Tony usually likes the outcome of either of those.

There’s a twist to that usual assessing stare right now though.

You’re looking at Tony in the way Tony’s decided is reserved only for him. His stomach flutters. He’s not a particularly observant guy when it comes to normal people’s (ie: people that aren’t trying to kill him, use his money for villainy, or are who he fights beside) social cues, he accepted that years ago, but even he could tell that you were soft on him.

He throws you a heated look before adjusting his position on the carpet and moving down. He coaxes your legs apart with gentle touches before leaning in to plant a kiss on the soft inside of your thigh.

“I think I can come up with something,” he murmurs.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is not all canonical (obviously). Also mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[saturnville]

I wrote 14 chapters of a college!tony stark fic like 5 years ago. I never posted it and I just found the drafts and I’m like 🥹🥹🥹

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[theyloveniahhhhh]

Right now i need a fat blunt in between my lips a twisted tea in my left hand and a hot 6'5 short tempered man in the right hand and then i just maybe i can go to sleep

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[romanoffshouse]

[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Natasha: Aren’t we going on a mission?

Clint: Y/N's not here yet.

Tony: Romanoff, give me your phone.

Natasha: Uh, okay?

Natasha: [gives Tony her phone]

Clint: What are you doing?

Tony, using Nat's phone: Texting Y/N. Annnndddd send.

Y/N, bursting through the door: Nat! I got your text! Did you mean it?! For real?!

Clint, to Tony: What’d your text say?

Tony: “I love you”.

[ironinc]

Drunk Confession.ᝰ.ᐟ (Pt.2)

Tony Stark x F!Black Reader. 

˗ˏˋ After the genuine drunken confession at the dinner party, a mix of emotions surged through your veins. Eager to explore the depths of Tony's emotions, you both slipped away, seeking a private space to delve into the authenticity of his feelings.

⤷ Oneshot, Smut/Nsfw so here’s the warning! a 10+ year age gap, starts off with a smut, ends with sweet nothings~

⤷ A/N: Part one is right here if you missed it. This is my first explicit story in a while so let me know if you guys are interested in it more. Please let me know if you have any requests and I will try my best to complete them! So without a further a do- enjoy this. ;) 

⤷ Word count: 1,644

⤷ Special song to add spice: Candy (slowed) by Doja Cat.

"Tony," you whispered in between kisses, "I need you, now. Here."

✮⋆˙

The kiss was fierce, and desperate, like he was trying to pour every unspoken word into it. His hands slid down your waist, pulling your body against him. You melted into the contact, your arms looping around his neck.

The taste of scotch on his tongue was intoxicating, yet you found yourself craving more. More of him. His fingers gently tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. From this alone, you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You let out a soft moan that seemed to ignite something primal in him. He broke away briefly, his breathing ragged, his eyes blazing with need.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Tell me this isn’t a mistake.”

You shook your head, your own breath coming in short gasps. “It’s not. It’s not a mistake.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. His hands roamed lower, gripping your hips before lifting you effortlessly onto the desk. Papers scattered, forgotten, as he pulled your dress up to your waist to step in between your legs. His body pressing against yours. You could feel his heat and urgency, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

His lips found your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. “You have no idea,” he growled, his lips moving to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. “What you do to me. Every damn day, sitting in meetings, pretending I don’t want to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you scream.”

His words sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core, and you arched into him, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Mr.Stark,” you gasped, “Someone could—oh God—someone could walk in—”

“Let them,” he muttered, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the hem of your burgundy dress higher and higher. “Let them see how fucking perfect you are. How much I want you.”

His fingers brushed against the lace of your panties, and you shuddered, your legs parting instinctively. “Please,” you begged, though you weren’t even sure what you were asking for any more.

He smirked at that, his eyes dark with lust. “Please what? Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Use your words.” You swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing as you met his gaze. “I want… I want you to touch me.”

Tony’s smile widened, predatory and knowing. “Good girl.” With that, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your lace panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly. His hands returned to your thighs, spreading them wider as he stepped between them. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “So fucking wet for me already.”

You whimpered as his fingers trailed through your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. “Tony, please—”

“Patience,” he chided, though his own breathing was ragged, betraying how close he was to losing control.“I’m going to take my time with you. Make sure you remember every second of this.”

His mouth descended on yours again, silencing your protests as his fingers began to move, circling your clit with maddening precision. You squirmed under his touch, your heels—those ridiculously expensive Louboutins—digging into his sides as you tried to pull him closer.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”

It didn’t take long. The combination of his skilled fingers and the filthy promises he whispered in your ear pushed you over the edge, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your cries, but Tony wasn’t having it.

“No,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “I want to hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, Tony didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and you bit your lip at the sight of him—thick, hard, and aching for you.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, gripping your hips and positioning himself at your entrance. “Not even close.”

He thrust into you in one smooth motion, and you cried out, the sensation and his length overwhelming. Tony groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he paused, letting you adjust to him. “God, you feel incredible,” he breathed. 

“Tighter than I fucking imagined.”

Then he began to move, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed as his self-control crumbled. Each thrust drove you further into the desk, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he fucked you with an intensity that left you gasping for air.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to baby?”

“You,” you choked out, your nails raking down his back. “I’m yours, Mr.Stark.”

He let out a guttural moan at that, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his own release. “Fuck, I’m close. Come for me again. Let me feel you.”

Your climax hit you unexpectedly, crashing over you like a tidal wave. Tony followed soon after, his entire body tensing as he spilled himself inside of you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of your labored breathing. Then, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, growing louder as they approached.

Tony stiffened, his eyes meeting yours in a silent warning. Before either of you could react, the doorknob began to shake…

── .✦

“Mr. Stark?” a voice called from the other side of the door. It was Happy, the tone laced with concern. “Is everything alright in there? You’ve been gone for a while.” Tony didn’t move, his body pressed firmly against yours. Trapping you between his chest and the edge of the desk. 

His breath was warm against your neck as he whispered, “What do you think, sweetheart? Should we let him in?”

You shook your head frantically, your hands gripping his shoulders. “No,” you mouthed, your voice barely a whisper. As your heart pounded so loudly you were sure Happy could hear it through the door.

Tony chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Relax,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “The door’s locked. He’s not getting in.”

He knocked again, harder this time. “Mr. Stark? I’m coming in if you don’t respond.”

Your eyes widened, panic flashing in them knowing you both were still in an exposing position. Tony tilted his head, studying your expression with amusement. 

“Trust me,” he said, his voice calm and steady. Then, louder, he called out, “Everything’s fine, Happy. Just… taking a moment. Give us five minutes.”

There was a brief pause on the other side of the door before Happy replied, “Alright, sir. I’ll be outside if you need anything.” 

The sound of footsteps retreating was like a lifeline. You let out a shaky breath you didn't realize you were holding. Tony’s hands moved again, sliding up your sides and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “See?” he said, his voice a low purr. “Nothing to worry about.”

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Just… wow.”

Tony smirked, though there was something almost tender in his expression. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Wow.”

He pulled out of you gently, you winced at the sudden emptiness. Tony grabbed a tissue from the desk, cleaning himself up before helping you do the same. Then he stepped back, adjusting his clothes as he glanced at the door.

“We should probably get back to the party,” he said, his tone casual, though his eyes lingered on you. 

“Before people start asking too many questions on the spot.”

You nodded in agreement. Tony found your underwear, which he threw and handed to you. You slipped your underwear back on and started smoothing down your dress.

 But as you moved to follow him, Tony stopped you, his hand on your arm.

“This isn’t just a one-time thing,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Not for me. Just so you know.”

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his eyes. “Good,” you said softly. 

Tony smiled a genuine smile that made your stomach flutter. He then leaned in for a kiss.

His kiss was a gentle caress that ignited your senses, and as he pulled away, you were left craving more. He placed a hand on the door, ready to leave, but not before turning back to you with a genuine smile. “One more thing,' he said, his voice dropping to a tantalizing whisper. “I want to take you on a proper date this Saturday night.”

Your heart leaped with enthusiasm, a bright smile spreading across your face. “I would really love that,” you responded, eager to spend time with him.

Tony’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you thought he might push you back against the desk and have you all over again. But then the sound of laughter from the hallway brought you both back to reality.

He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway with an effortless confidence. As you followed, your legs were a bitshaky, but you held your head high. 

As you both walked back to the main room, Tony glanced over at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “By the way,” he said, his voice casual, “You might want to fix your hair. It’s a little… tousled.”

That made you reach up instantly to your hair. Your fingers brushed through your hair as you glared at him. “Thanks for that,” you said dryly.

Tony chuckled, his hand brushing against yours for the briefest of moments. “Anytime.”

So... HAHAHAHA!@^^.

Here's an edit that lowkey threw me through a loop while writing this.

(Credits: Starkxaep on TikTok)

I haven't done this in so long yet it felt so natural. Let me know if you like this and want more, have a good day beautiful!

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

*au if y/n wasn't an avenger and Nat was introducing them to the group*

Nat: guys this is my girlfriend y/n.

Tony: you could do way better than that.

Nat: TONY FUCKING STARK HOW BLOODY DARE YOU

Tony: I was talking to her *points at y/n*

Nat: ...

*Tony still got his ass beat and y/n nearly died laughing*

[littlemelaninfics]

Airline Miles || Peter Parker Smut

AN: this is my first time writing for Peter Parker. This is purely fiction

Synopsis: You and Peter make the most of Tony’s private jet

I slam my hand against the airplane bathroom mirror, holding back whimpers and moans as Peter drives into me from behind. My eyes are rolling back as his fingers find their way into my mouth and down my throat. I gag at the intrusion and Peter’s head picks up from looking at himself pummeling inside of you at a pace that wasn’t fast enough to create loud sounds. “Be quiet,” he hisses lowly, using his other hand to wrap around my throat.

You let out a muffled apology, tears beginning to stream down your eyes as he finds a deeper angle. “What was that?” he whispers, leaning down to nibble at your ear lobe. He takes his hands away from your mouth and neck, letting them grab at your hips like before.

“I’m—fuck!” I yelp breathlessly as he sharply slams into me, slowing down his space.

“Use your words, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my skin that would for sure leave bruises. 

“I’m cumming,” I whimper quietly, looking back at him as he pulled my hair towards him.

“I know. I can fucking feel it. Fuck,” he mutters and presses his lips against mine, his pace quickening almost immediately. I can’t help but moan louder into his mouth. He lets go of my hair, grasping at my jaw harshly. “You need to keep it down,” he mutters, directing my attention back to the mirror. 

What a sight it is. His hand cupping my jaw almost possessively, his dick continuously ramming into my soaking pussy at a rough pace, hair tousled and ruined.

My stomach twisted with pleasure as he lets go of my face and grabs the back of my neck to bend me completely over. I have a death grip on the counter and bite my lip harshly as his hips still while he buries his cock snug into me. 

“Ohhh my god,” I moan as my eyes roll once more.

I scratch at the surface as a tingly sensation washes all over me and his tip hits my womb. I feel nothing but pure bliss as he fucks me through my orgasm. Watching as I cream on his dick, Peter pulls me back into his hips roughly while grinding them every which way. My back arches and my ass presses up against his hips, furthering his dick inside my cunt. There’s a dent in his forehead and the grunts he’s letting out almost send me into another orgasm. I look at him in the mirror and beg him to cum for me,

“Baby, please. I want to feel your cum inside me. I wanna grind down on the seat when I feel it start to leak out.”

“Fuck, baby. Keep going.”

“You’re fucking me like the slut I am. So fucking deep. Mmmm.” My bottom lip is tucked between my teeth as I enjoy the rough rocking. I clench around him and he grabs the back of my neck, my face hitting the counter once more.

He fucks me until he’s emptied everything he had into what’s his. He goes and stays balls deep until he starts to soften. When he pulls out, a little cum follows and he swipes it with his finger, pushing it back in. I keep myself on the counter until I have the energy to move and pull up my sweats. Once dressed, Peter places a passionate kiss to my lips before calling me “his good girl”. He peeks his head out to see what he can and gives me the signal when the coast is clear.

We get back to our seats just in time as Sam gets up to stretch his legs and comes to our row,

“We almost there?”

I tap my little tv screen and view the map,

“About 6 more hours.” He just rolls his eyes and heads to the bathroom. Peter and I get ourselves back situated when Sam quickly exits the lavatory,

“Yo. Use the other one. It smells like straight fucking in there,” he says as he passes us.

Peter and I look at each other before letting out childlike giggles. We pick a movie and enjoy the rest of the flight.

[rxmqnova]

*Avengers meeting*

Tony: Y/N is late again.

Steve: How did this happen? I called her at 8 o'clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Clint: I printed up a fake schedule for her saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Natasha: I set her clock to say PM when it's really AM.

Wanda: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Y/N bursts through the door*

Y/N: WHAT TIME IS IT?

[maddie-jayne]

cheating is a different kind of heartbreak, which hurts me more than anything else. like after reading, i can jump out of the window if i lose my mind enough.

[ncis-nerd]

Breaking Point

older!nat x reader

warnings: anxiety, sleeping problems, mentally exhausted, crying, hints of mental illness?, age difference, petnames, spilled water, arguing, wet clothes, burnout?

grey november au

"And I think we have space in our budget to do such a thing" Tony shrugged. You had another meeting and the earth's mightiest heroes could not agree upon how they wanted to spend the extra money they had.

You sighed softly, waiting for something solid so you could go back to note-taking. Natasha's eyes fell on you, after listening to Tony and Steve's back and forth.

"You okay" She mouthed, seeing your eyes drop. You were so tired, your anxiety had been worse lately and you couldn't sleep. Scratch that, you wanted to sleep but you were so busy with other work.

"I think we should take 5 before we have another situation guys.." Natasha side eyed Steve. "Hey! It wasn't my genius idea to use the metal suits" Steve rolled his eyes at Tony. Tony shrugged and said "sure, I could go for some water. Y/n?" His eyes fell on you.

Silence. "Yeah, can you get some for me and y/n too, please?" Natasha spoke up.

It was just you and Natasha in the room when she came over to you. She bent down, to your level to meet your gaze. "Dove?" Natasha spoke softly, the feeling of concern hinted in her voice.

"talia' m so tired.." you whimpered, raising your teary eyes to meet hers. It hurt her to see you in such distress. "Oh detka.." Natasha sighed, wrapping her arms around yours.

"I know you have sleeping problems.. Maybe we can talk to Bruce about that? Get you on sleeping pills?" Natasha spoke carefully, not sure on where you stood about on taking meds.

You nodded; you were open to just about anything because you were reaching to your breaking point. That is if, we weren't there already.

Natasha's fingers found its place in your hair, scratching your scalp softly.

__

Tony and Steve walked back into the room, both men holding 2 overfilled glasses of water. They walked very slow, attempting to not spill any.

You were sitting next to Natasha when they returned, neither men commented on this. Instead, they took their seats. Tony began to speak "Y/N? Remind me, where did we leave off?" Your eyes glanced at the notes on your computer. "Metal suits? The budget, we were brainstorming on what the spend the money on" You spoke softly, Natasha rested her hand on your thigh as a measure to comfort you and let you know she is here.

"Ah yes, the budget! As I was saying, I need some money for spare parts!" Tony exclaimed. Steve butted in "You already have a bunch of suits, how much more could you possibly need? " Steve huffed. As the two continued to argue, you picked up your cup to take a sip of water. Unfortunately it was filled to the max and you ended up spilling it all over you.

This caught the attention of Steve and Tony, distracting them from their argument. "I-" You stuttered. "And this concludes the end of the meeting. Steve, Tony, lets maybe not spend the whole meeting arguing next time?" Natasha jumped in, dismissing the tow men.

Steve and Tony left the conference room first. Before you could tear up, Natasha took your hand and let you to her room. "I think you need a warm, smoothing bath, babe. You need to relax, I'll run the bath and prep everything. Is that okay, dove?" Natasha spoke softly, her eyes meeting yours. You nodded.

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