Tony Stark x Reader Smut

Tony x Reader

With one last tug you straighten Tony's bow tie, smoothing your hand over the fabric and kissing him quickly, "you're all set. I'm going to get my dress on." You spin away from him and squeal when he smacks your ass, "great, I'm going to pull the car up front." You glance over your shoulder and watch him walk out, admiring how good his ass looks in those pants.

Once your dress is on you step into your heels, giving yourself one last check in the mirror before making your way to the front doors. Tony pulls up just as you open them and you stop in your tracks, the car he gets out of rivaling his own sexiness. It's sleek, curvy and your favorite color. "Tony. Since when do we own a Ferrari?"

He jogs around the front, staring you down as he walks your way, "you look fantastic." He reaches you, winding his arms around your waist and caressing the smooth skin of your bare back. "Wow." You raise a brow and lean closer, "don't try and change the subject." His eyes dart to your lips before wandering over your face, "I just think you should know that you look perfect."

You smile and put your palms on his chest, "thank you." Tony takes your hand and leads you toward the red Ferrari, opening the door and helping you in. You pick your leg up to get yourself seated properly and the high slit of your dress exposes most of your leg. Tony stands at the door, his gaze fixed on all your uncovered skin.

He groans and closes his eyes, opening them to check you're safely inside before shutting the door. The second his ass hits the driver's seat his hand lands on your leg, "I already have so many better ideas on how we can spend tonight." You level him with a scolding look, "you know you have to show face tonight, Tony."

Rolling his eyes, he starts the car and you let out a shriek of excitement at the roar of the engine. Tony bites him bottom lip to hold back his grin and takes off, the tires screeching along the pavement. You cross your legs, causing your dress to part further and show off more leg. Tony's hold on your thigh tightens and you lay your hand over his, lightly tracing over his fingers.

"Are you ok Mr. Stark?" you ask innocently, noticing the way he keeps clenching and unclenching his jaw. He doesn't answer and keeps his eyes on the road, your skin heating up under his touch and the unspoken tension. You walk your fingers up his arm and to the back of his neck, gently combing them through his hair.

Tony suddenly makes a turn down a quiet and dark road, your body barely moving as the car takes the bend smoothly. He parks, keeping his hold on your thigh and staring straight forward. "Get in the back seat." Your heart starts to race, "Tony..." He finally turns your way, the chocolate of his eyes almost completely hidden by his dilated pupils.

He gets out and rounds the car, opening your door and holding out his hand. You take it and before you can speak, he has you pinned against the car, his lips on yours and his hands brushing up your thigh. You reach behind you to try and open the back door but fumble with the handle. Tony finally pulls away and opens it, waiting as you sit down and scoot back.

There isn't much room, Tony's body completely filling the confined space when he climbs on top of you. "We're going to be late to the gala," he whispers against your neck before his lips trail feather light kisses down to your collar bone. His hand parts your dress and pushes the material away from your hips.

You still his movements, placing a finger over his lips before pushing his jacket off his shoulders and helping him out of it. You undo his bow tie and let it hang over his neck, reaching down to unbutton his pants. "That's better," you purr, grabbing each end of the loose bow tie and dragging his lips to yours.

Tony's fingers quickly find your underwear, pulling them to the side and rubbing along your folds. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips against the bulge in his boxers. He sits up and carefully pulls the silk down your legs, freeing himself before bending your legs at the knee and settling between them.

He pushes into you slowly but that doesn't last long once your legs wrap around his waist and your hands fist his hair. The car rocks back and forth with every thrust of his hips, the windows fogging up from your heavy breathing. It doesn't take long for you both to reach your high, mingled moans and curses filling the heated space.

Tony kisses softly along your jaw, his fingers caressing your leg that's fallen to the side, "I knew this was a smart buy." You rub your thumb along his swollen bottom lip, smearing the lipstick stain that was already there. "Oh, so you had this planned then, did you?" He opens his mouth to give you a sassy remark, but you cover it with your own, kissing him quiet.

"I always have the best ideas," he teases the moment his lips leave yours. You wiggle under him and he hisses, still inside you. "So, what's your next move, genius." Feeling him throb you try to keep your control, holding his gaze. "You forgot billionaire, philanthropist..." "Don't you dare say playboy!" you interrupt, your playfulness quickly forgotten when he pushes your legs back and rocks his hips. "My second-best idea of the night. Round two."