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Reflection

PAIRING || Tony Stark x PA!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || The sexual tension between you and Tony has been steadily rising for the past few months. After the latest victory tour, it's reaching an all-new height before boiling over, marking the start of a new adventure for you both.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Everyone lives AU. Friends to FWB. Flirting. Sexual tension. Explicit sexual content.

WARNINGS || Use of nicknames. Reader is described as tattooed.

SMUT || Porn with plot. Dirty talk. Praise. Teasing. Edging. Fingering. Footjob. First time. Mirror sex. Bathroom sex. Unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie.

A/N || This one-shot is written based on this request from a lovely Anon! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for helping me develop this idea and supporting me while writing. Your help is of indescribable value to me, and I cannot possibly begin to thank you enough for it 🩵

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Reflection Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Tattoos Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "Do that again." + Overwhelmingly cute

Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Beehive #1012 || Nothing can stop us now! Masterlist || @seasonaldelightsbingo || Can't tell a soul Masterlist || @sweetspicybingo Hurt/Comfort || Gentle touch

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

The last month has been nothing but long nights, little sleep, countless interviews, and even more appearances for you and the Avengers, but now you're finally on your way back to the Avengers Compound.

Steve, Bucky, Clint, Thor, Natasha, and Bruce are all asleep in the Quinjet, leaving you and Tony to be awake. Tony is seated in the pilot chair, and you are leaning back in the co-pilot chair with your sore feet in his lap.

"Have I ever told you you have some of the most beautiful legs, Gorgeous?" Tony asks as he rubs your feet, which he has done countless times after you've been in high heels for long days. As he rubs a particularly sore and sensitive spot, you moan softly, and his eyes immediately snap up to meet yours.

"Only a few times, but I will never get tired of hearing it from the most handsome man in the universe," you tell Tony, keeping your voice down as to now wake up the other Avengers.

Tony doesn't really hear what you're saying, because ever since you let out the involuntary moan, he can only focus on the fact he's gotten painfully hard. You can't help but notice as he spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate his hardness.

"Hmm, did I make you hard by moaning, Angel?" you ask with a raised brow and a smirk on your lips, and Tony can only bite on his bottom lip to supress the moan threatening to leave his mouth.

You have shifted your foot in such a way that you're practically working his boner with your foot, and his hands are now gripping the armrests of his chair, his knuckles turning white as his face turns a shade of bright red that starts to resemble the same shade as your dress.

All he can do is nod as you feel his erection under your touch, though his hand suddenly grips your ankle when he's getting dangerously close to the edge. A gush of arousal ruins your panties at his sudden assertion of dominance, and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are dark as he softly lets his fingers glide from your ankle, over the floral tattoo on your leg, and up to your thigh. The gentle touch has you wanting more, and when his fingers caress your inner thigh, you know your panties are entirely ruined.

The sexual tension and flirting between you two has been visible for months, and it is finally coming to ahead. The addition of possibly getting caught by any of the Avengers as they wake up only makes it hotter for you both, and you're willing to see how far you can push him before he breaks.

While his fingers caress your thigh, you slightly tilt your head to the side, your legs spreading just wide enough for Tony to see the light blue panties you're wearing under your dress, and he gasps softly as he sees the fact that you're practically dripping for him.

A mischievous smirk lies on his lips as he leans forward even further, your foot still placed over his erection as he does. A low groan leaves his throat as you suck in a deep breath, his fingers now gliding past the edge of your panties and ghosting over your sensitive heat.

"Tell me you want this, Gorgeous. Tell me, and you'll have me," Tony whispers loud enough for you to hear. 

"I want you, Tony, all of you," you say in a breathy whisper. As soon as the words leave your lips, he pulls your panties to the side to expose your pink, puffy folds that are glistening from the arousal, and his fingers glide through them to gather some of your arousal.

Soon, he finds your sensitive clit, and he can't resist pressing down, at which point you're slapping a hand over your mouth to stifle any sounds, as you don't want anyone waking up. As soon as his touch is there, it's gone, and you're left wanting more.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private, Gorgeous," Tony tells you, and you nod while you watch Tony suck your arousal off his fingers. It's one of the hottest things you've ever witnessed, and you can't get enough.

As soon as you can stand, Tony guides you to the bathroom with silent steps. Once you're there, you feel relieved that no one woke up. The heat of the moment heightened your senses, but once you're in the bathroom's safety, you let out a deep breath.

Tony locks the bathroom door, and before you know it, he's pushing you against the counter in the bathroom, his cock pressing against your lower back as his hands softly squeeze your hips.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You decided to see how far you could push me before I gave in? It seems that you're in luck today, Gorgeous because I'm hungry for you," Tony whispers in your ear, and you moan softly at his words.

Without a second thought, you press back against Tony with your hips, and his gaze locks onto yours in the mirror. As you look at your reflection in the mirror, you can see your already fucked out expression, and he has barely done anything to you.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for so long," Tony tells you as his fingertips softly glide over the fabric of your dress until they reach the hem. You breathe in sharply as his long digits curl around the edge, pulling it up slowly.

"I can't tell you how many times I've thought about you when I fucked my own fist, imagining how you'd feel when you're squeezing the life out of my cock with your tight, dripping pussy," Tony says as he places soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, your dress now bunched at your waist, your ass on full display for him.

"Me too," you say, and Tony smiles at the thought of you playing with your clit as you think about him.

"Yeah? And what did you think about, exactly?" he asks you as he's slowly pushing down your panties, your legs spreading on instinct.

"Y-you fucking me." The words come out shakily, a soft whine escaping as Tony frees his giant, veiny monster of a cock. For a moment, you look back at it, and you're shocked as you do.

Tony's hand is working up and down expertly, and you can see a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip, which he quickly spreads over his cock to act as a lubricant.

"Are you ready, Gorgeous?" Tony asks, his free hand gliding over your back in a soothing motion, and you nod before turning back to look at yourself in the mirror. You're met with half-lidded eyes, a flush on your cheeks, and your mouth slightly slack. A sight that will be engraved in both your memories for the rest of your lives.

Tony lets his cock glide through your folds a few times, and the feeling of his hard, veiny member has you moaning each time it hits your sensitive, swollen clit. However, there's only so much Tony can take, and before you know it, he's carefully working himself into your tight, warm pussy.

Your face is pressed against the mirror as he bends you even further forward, giving him the perfect angle to fuck you nice and deep.

His fingers are digging into your hips as he bottoms out with a groan, and for the first few seconds, he can't move as you're squeezing him so tight he's unable to move for even an inch.

"God, you're squeezin' me so good, Gorgeous, pussy feels like heaven," Tony whispers as he plants a few soft kisses in your hair, waiting for your body to release him enough to start thrusting in and out of you.

The moment he starts thrusting in and out of you at a slow, languid pace, you feel the knot in your core tighten immediately, and you know it won't take long for you to cum around his cock.

"T-Tony," you moan as he speeds up his thrusts, but instead of answering you, he pulls you against his chest, his hand over your mouth while he keeps himself working in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You need to be quiet, Gorgeous. You don't want to wake the rest, do you?" he groans in your ear, and you shake your head.

"Good girl," Tony whispers, and you squeeze his cock as he praises you, a wave of arousal flooding over his cock at the words.

"Do that again, Gorgeous. Squeeze my fuckin' cock with your sweet, tight pussy," Tony says, and you do. He speeds up his thrusts, effectively building up your orgasm until you're on the edge, needing just a little more to be pushed over.

"Are you close, huh? Is my cock-hungry slut close?" Tony asks, and you nod to the best of your ability, his hand still stifling any moans leaving your lips.

"Look at yourself as you cum; I want you to watch yourself as you cum all over my thick cock, splitting you open like a good girl," he orders, and the second your eyes are focused on yourself, your orgasm washes over you.

"God, nothing can stop us now, Gorgeous! You feel so fucking good when you cum on my cock, and I never want to stop splitting open your pussy on my monster of a cock," Tony growls, and you whine against his hand, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

It only takes a few more strokes for Tony's pace to falter, and when you feel the warmth of Tony's cum filling you up, you close your eyes as he pulls you against his body.

"Hmm, you felt so good, Gorgeous. I definitely want to do this again. What do you think?" Tony tells you, and you let his words sink in, unable to speak quite yet.

As Tony patiently waits for an answer, Tony pulls out with a soft groan, and he cleans both of you up before pulling down your dress, keeping your panties in his pocket for himself to enjoy later.

Once you've found your footing, you turn around and lean against the counter, looking at Tony as you smile softly. The first thing that comes to his mind as he looks at you is that you're overwhelmingly cute, with flushed cheeks and a soft smile.

"So, did you give it a thought?" he asks carefully as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I'd love to do it again, Tony, but we should keep it casual. Just friends and coworkers who happen to fuck each other too. No feelings, no commitment. Just a good fuck when we both need it," you say, and Tony agrees.

Despite the agreement you both made just now, Tony leans in to capture your lips in a soft kiss. His facial hair feels rough, the complete opposite of the way he kisses you. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him closer.

His tongue licks your bottom lip, and you gladly open your mouth for your tongues to explore one another, the feeling of Tony's hands on your body as they squeeze softly almost overwhelming.

Eventually, you pull away as the need for air becomes too much, and you tuck your face into Tony's neck, inhaling his warm scent. It's very familiar and gives you a sense of security with how your bodies are pressed together.

"We can't tell a soul about what happened, okay? I want to keep it strictly professional when the others are around," you tell Tony after pulling back, your gaze locked onto his deep, dark brown eyes. He nods in understanding, and you smile before letting him go.

The moment Tony steps away from your body, you already miss his touch, but you don't give yourself much time to think about that because as soon as the lock clicks, you're instantly back into 'PA mode.'

Tony opens the door before stepping out, and you quickly follow, only to be met by the piercing green eyes of Black Widow herself. Natasha looks at you both with a quirked brow and a smirk; her arms crossed as she takes in the situation.

Both of you get a deep red blush on your cheeks as you can already guess what she's thinking, and she would be correct. She knows what you two did in the bathroom, but instead of saying anything, she winks at you to let you know it's all good.

Your secret is safe with her. When she passes you both, you quickly go back to the passenger chair in front of the Quinjet, only to find there are about 15 minutes left before your flight is over.

The last few minutes are spent in complete silence between you and Tony, but it isn't uncomfortable. You two glance over at the other occasionally, and you can't stop smiling at the thought of what just happened.

You just had sex with Tony for the very first time, and you're already looking forward to the next time he'll be sinking his thick, veiny, monster cock deep into your heat.

Body Electric - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ You and Tony work through your insecurities, together. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 1.4k words Warnings ➣ Mature, Body Insecurity, Mild Nudity. Request ➣ Ask Author's Notes ➣ Requested by @welldonekhushi, Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. However, if you're interested in beta-reading, please let me know!

You winced as the edge of your Louboutins scraped against your flesh.

Your once pristine skin, now an angry shade of red, was revealed as the heels were carelessly discarded onto the carpeted floor of Tony’s bedroom.

You always prided yourself on being flawless and put together, but in this moment, you couldn't deny the pain caused by the sight of the shoes. On one hand, they encapsulated Tony’s adoration for you, how he was willing to buy you anything you’d ever desired. On the other hand, they were a symbol of everything you tried to cover up—your looks, your desire to appear mature, your self-doubts. 

As you kicked them off onto the plush carpet, you couldn't help but feel conflicted about the persona you had forced yourself to maintain. The persona who used her appearance to mask her insecurities, and who constantly sought to cover up any minute flaw as if they were parasites, latching onto your skin. Even now, as you undressed under prying eyes nowhere to be found but your own, you couldn't shake off the feeling of this uncomfortable façade. 

Compared to Tony, you felt like nothing, a shadow in the glow of his perfection. Tony was everything you yearned to be—charming, confident, and most importantly, effortlessly attractive. His character only magnified your insecurities, the chasm between who you were and who you pretended to be.

In front of the multitude of cameras and paparazzi, it felt like every minute action and detail was analyzed by the media. You recalled the first time you had gone out with Tony in public, it had not been more than a day before almost every news outlet caught wind of it.

Each headline felt more painful than the next, some accusing you of being with Tony for his money, some poking fun of him for dating a ‘normal’ woman and not some Victoria’s Secret supermodel. It felt like everybody was criticizing every part of you, breaking you down into nothing but imperfect pieces to dissect. 

Spending hours in front of a vanity became second nature to you, fingers blistering from the scalding hot curling iron accidentally burning your skin, applying layers upon layers of makeup. Just to get ready to attend some gala, while adorning Tony’s arms like the multitude of watches that lined his suit cuffs. 

You stood in front of the large window, overlooking the dark horizon over the ocean. Your soft reflection was staring back at you. You frowned, despising seeing yourself devoid of any makeup.

Tony was still cleaning himself up in the bathroom, you had already taken off your dress, in its place—an ashen silk Brunello Cucinelli evening gown that Tony had bought for you, claiming it ‘accentuates’ your eyes. 

“Hey.” You heard Tony approach you from behind as you felt his touch on your smaller figure, you felt the warmth of his skin against yours through his black tank top and sweats. The musky scent of his cologne graced your senses.  

His fingers traced a deliberate path down your sides before settling on your waist. His touch was gentle yet possessive as he pulled you closer to him, pressing you into the softness of his chest; his chin resting on your shoulder. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt, accompanied by the faint buzz of the arc reactor embedded in his chest. 

Tony’s lips found your neck as he grazed the skin with his teeth, a soft sigh escapes you as his teeth dragged along your pulse point. The soft sensation of his kisses against your skin sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his breath; hot against your ear. Your fingers reached down, intertwining gently with his. While your other hand brushed through his hair, strands of chestnut brown fell between your fingers as you savored the bristly texture.

Tony’s warm body was a comforting contrast against the cold room. As your bodies moved together, he led you to the bed, where he carefully laid you down as gently as possible, as if any false move would shatter you to pieces. His delicate movements were always so contradicting to his persona outside the blanket of intimacy.

He lowered himself for another kiss, his strong arms braced on either side of your head as his lips met yours. You tasted the slight hint of whiskey, still lingering on his tongue—sweet and bitter. Your hands traced along his jaw, feeling the prickly stubble of his salt-and-pepper goatee against your palm. 

"I love you." Tony's warm breath tickled your lips as he whispered and gently pulled away, his million-dollar-smile lighting up his face. But a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if those three simple words were truly enough.

“Love you too.” You handed back the statement but Tony could feel something was amiss. Your eyelids drooped and your tone was hesitant, causing a knot of unease to form in his stomach. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tony's hand, warm and gentle, glides through your hair with a tentative touch. He tucks a loose strand behind your ear, his gaze soft. You feel a pang of guilt wash over you as you see the slight crease in Tony's brow. A heavy silence hangs between you as the weight of your inhibitions settles in your gut, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“I just—don’t know what you see in me, Tony.” You frowned as you spoke, your words barely audible in a hushed whisper. 

“Angel,” Tony whispers, “You’re beautiful—so fucking beautiful.”

“You really think so?” His words nearly caused tears to spill, you sniffled. The edges of your eyes tearing up.

“"I know so," Tony's warm smile lit up his face and he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb as he tried to cheer you up. The motion of his touch felt so soothing, easing the tension in your heart. Without even realizing it, you found yourself mirroring his contagious smile. "I wish you could see how perfect you are, you’re the most important thing to me, baby. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

"It just feels like you're, y’know—Tony Stark, confidently striding through life with all the grandeur and charisma, while I'm just me," you admitted, self-deprecation evident in your tone.  

“Please don't compare yourself to me, your flaws and imperfections are what make you perfect in my eyes.” An idea suddenly came to him, “Let me express my love for you; lay back and let me show you how much I love you.”

As you rested your head on the soft silk pillows, you couldn't help but feel a wave of shame wash over you. Your nightgown was discarded, leaving you exposed in only your undergarments. In moments like these with Tony, you always found ways to hide your body; dimming the lights, covering yourself with sheets—anything that would conceal yourself. But this time, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. 

“Look at me, my love, don’t be shy.” With gentle insistence, Tony's hand guides your chin back to meet his gaze. 

The warmth of Tony's hand enfolds yours once again, strong and sure. His other hand trails gently along your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. As he presses his body against yours, the weight is a comforting pressure that grounds you in the moment. He starts with soft kisses on the tips of your fingers, before trailing them up and back down your arm. Each touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment as his hands explored every inch of you with a reverence that made your heart ache with longing. Tony’s hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and contour of your figure as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you. 

As the lights were gently dimmed, he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, his arms wrapped around you as your foreheads met in a tight embrace, your bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. It was quiet, the only noises were your synchronized breaths and the pulse of the reactor, and in that moment, it was as if the whole world had faded away, leaving only you and Tony at its center. 

“You’re my everything, I love you, so, so much.” 

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tony stark doesn't die.

he burns, from the inside out. the infinity stones are too much for a regular human to handle, and the iron man suit could only do so much. so he burns.

human inventions aren't adequate enough to combat cosmic damages. super soldier blood transfusions do nothing. gamma infused hulk blood also has no effect. extremis is a lost cause.

the entire right side of his body barely functions anymore. and his face. oh god, his face. it's so damaged, so scarred, tony can barely look himself in the mirror anymore, let alone expect others to look at him without cringing away.

so he hides.

he builds new armor. gone are the flashy colors. no more red and gold. just plain old gunmetal grey. gone are the nanobots. no more skin-hugging technology. just cold hard planes of metal. back to unflinching, terror-inducing steel, like the suit he wore when he flew out of that cave over a decade ago.

he hardly ever takes it off. it's the only way he can get his body to just move. it's life support. it's a high-tech prosthesis.

but that's not enough.

he's just so ashamed. sure, he's saved the world. but while everyone else lives on, he's barely surviving. so he covers himself up the best he can. with the armor. then with a cloak, so he looks a little softer, a little more inviting. not that it matters, when he hardly lets anyone see him anymore.

he stops wearing red. he can't even look at that color anymore, when all it does is remind him of the day he couldn't just die.

what's the opposite of red?

he wears green instead.

people looked at iron man and saw hope.

now people look at anthony stark and see doom.

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steve rogers doesn't die.

he lives a happy life, with the one who got away, and returns to his timeline knowing that he's fulfilled his lifelong dream and he can rest well knowing what it's like to grow old with the love of his life.

except that wasn't actually his dream.

he goes back to the future and finds out the man he's in love with is still alive, and if he plays his cards right, steve might just get to spend the rest of his life with tony.

but steve is old. and he's dying. the rest of his life could only last so long.

and tony doesn't even want to see him. tony doesn't want to see anyone.

so steve begs. he sends messages through friday. notes under the door. anything he can think of, he tries.

"please, give us a chance."

it takes longer than steve has time for, but he finally wears tony down. when tony opens the doors to the lab for steve, he hands over three vials filled with molten orange liquid.

"extremis. modified and enhanced trifold for a super soldier. it's a risk, but if it works, you'll have at least another fifty years left."

steve takes the risk.

his muscles come back. his wrinkles disappear. his hair darkens from white to gold.

steve picks up tony, armor and cloak and all, and spins him around in joy. he's so happy, he lights up from within.

literally, he lights up. his skin glows orange. he's dangerously hot to the touch. he breathes, and smoke escapes his mouth.

but becoming a human torch is a small price to pay if it means he gets to be with tony.

WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DUMP/THROW AWAY A 1:1 IRON MAN FIGURE?!? [in Hong Kong]

I can only imagine that it was done by a pissed-off spouse/partner of the former owner...😅🤣

Tony Stark is a wonderful subversion of toxic masculinity in the superhero genre.

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ROBERT DOWNEY JR. returns to the MCU as DOCTOR DOOM for AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY

Tony would be a bratty sub

Money, Money, Money - Tony Stark

CHAPTER 1 Summary ➣ Starting off as simple, transactional love during the height of Tony’s alcoholism, devolves into something real. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 1.2k words Warnings ➣ Slow Burn, Power Imbalance, Enemies to Lovers, Large age gap, Mildly Pretentious Narrator. Author's Notes ➣  The first, full-fledged Tony Stark series, so excited for this! I've always wanted to write a Materialistic!Reader so here it is! Happy readings <3

On the 86th floor of Stark Tower, atop a mini-bar, sat a delicate glass of Vodka Martini, 3 fluid-ounce Yamazaki, 1 fluid-ounce dry vermouth, with 3 small olives minutely pierced onto a thin gold-plated skewer. 

The thin stem of the crystal glass was passed to your gauzy, manicured fingers, in exchange for a crisp stack of ten dollar bills surrendered to the bartender, you didn’t bother to count. 

The plump skewer of olives swirled freely in your nearly full martini; minute drops threatened to spill over the edge of its fine rim. Luckily, you had caught the droplets before they had been discarded onto the carpeted floor.

Figures adorned in hues of gold and silver flitted about the lavish parlor, each mirrored the twinkling lights of the Manhattan skyline outside in their respective shimmering gowns, each one more expensive than the last. 

The atmosphere was lively, yet the main attraction has yet to arrive. You had heard mentions of the infamous Stark around; his name carried a certain mystique, spoken under hushed whispers amongst the attendees. You had never really met him face-to-face, considering he was the CEO of the company, but your position at Stark Industries held up a pretty good reputation, earning you enough, and granting you an invite to the party.

“Do you think he’s seeing anyone?” You picked up on the conversation between a few women sitting next to you on the barstools. The woman in question, doused in the overwhelming scent of Chanel No. 5, was dressed in a form-fitting Valentino dress. Her voice carried through the air with a thick New-Yorkean accent, a bleak resemblance to her flashy, ostentatious appearance. 

“Quit it, stop trying to get into Stark’s pants. You never will.” The blonde next to you responded, patting the other on the shoulder playfully. You caught a glimpse of her manicured nails, adorned with a glossy velvet finish in a similar fashion to your own. However, unlike yours—which were neatly trimmed, the cuticles of her nails were a bit messy. A detail that wouldn't normally matter, but for some reason stood out to you in that moment.

Is she wearing a Cartier bracelet? Your jaw clenched at the sight of her bracelet, sparkling with diamonds and catching the light in a way that made your own bracelet pale in comparison, it was obviously more expensive than yours. The fact alone pissed you off. 

The room was filled with a swarm of pretentious individuals, each one flaunting their wealth and superiority. It was suffocating, being surrounded by so many egotistical assholes with their holier-than-thou attitudes. They may have money, but it didn't make them any less shallow or arrogant. You had this sixth-sense of being able to tell how much of an asshole specifically by what adorned their money-laced wrists—whether or not they wore a Patek Phillipe or a Jaeger was enough insight into their entire persona. 

“I’ve got a better chance than you at least, Stark would love me!” The first woman's voice snapped like a taut wire, dripping with disdain. Her eyes narrowed and glinted with malice as she shot dirty looks at the others, her loathing almost palpable.

Holier-than-thou attitude, as you had said.

You thought their behavior immature, not wanting to pay attention anymore to such infantile arguments. Fighting over some uber-rich billionaire who could give less of a shit who you are after you had warmed his bed for a single night? 

Pfft, fuck no, you were just here for the cocktails.

You brought the crystal glass to your lips, and took your first sip. The alcohol burnt as it cascaded down your throat, leaving your mouth with a spicy aftertaste, you could never really get used to a Martini. 

A part of you was contemplating asking for more, but the sensible side knew that ending up slobbering drunk at a party and waking up at the ungodly hour of 2pm with missing jewelry and a killer hangover was not exactly your idea of a good time.

The smooth sip of your drink is abruptly halted by the sharp sound of glass shattering, followed by the shrill voices of the ladies engaged in a vicious argument. Their heated words and swinging arms in-turn send glasses crashing to the ground, littering the once-pristine carpet with sparkling shards of broken glass. 

“Did you just call me a bitch?” The blonde's voice rose to a screeching crescendo as she yelled, her face flushed with anger. With a loud thud, she slammed her purse onto the table.

“Yeah, I did—bitch!” Another responded, her voice a bit more high pitched than the other, yet still carrying the same sanctimonious attitude, standing up and facing her with a smug smirk on their face. 

“Now, ladies. Must we really be resorting to calling each other names?” A voice echoed from atop the stairwell. The women’s dispute had been abruptly quelled, the whole room seemed silenced, and all eyes seemed to be glued onto the figure.

There stood Tony Stark, dressed in a perfectly-styled, deep-burgundy suit, no doubt Tom Ford, the barchetta pocket gave it away. His hair was styled in his signature quiff, slicked back to a T. And of course, he topped off the ensemble with a pair of red sunglasses, which you’d always found amusing since he'd wear them indoors. 

“Welcome, everybody. I would introduce myself, but it seems that you know who I am.” Each step he takes down the glass staircase, each time his Louboutin boots hit the glass stairs, resulted in a loud, echoed clap, which resonated across the room. “I’d personally like to thank all of you for attending. As you know, it happens to be my anniversaire today, so I thought to myself, why not throw a party?”

"What's with all the staring, is my suit on backwards?" Tony joked, his eyes scanning the room as he flashed his signature smirk. You knew, however, he thrived on attention, as if it were fuel for his larger-than-life persona. Flamboyant was practically his middle name; Tony Flamboyant Stark does have a nice ring to it, you chuckled.

"Jarvis," Tony’s voice carried a hint of excitement as he spoke to his AI, "let's crank up the music and get this party started." The monotone response did as so. 

After Tony made his grandeur entrance, you retreated to your lone seat at the bar, grateful for the temporary escape from the chaos. The previously bickering women had vanished, leaving a few neighboring barstools conveniently open for your solitude. You took a deep breath and savored the cool air conditioning and the soft murmur of conversation floating around you.

But just when you thought you had some peace and quiet, you heard the shuffling of a chair being pulled out next to you. Expecting one of the argumentative ladies to return, you turned to find Tony  Stark himself settling into the seat beside you, nonchalantly pulling out his wallet and fishing out a few bills.

"So, could I buy you a drink?" 

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