Tony Stark x Reader Smut

Hard to Handle

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Word Count: 655

Summary: Working for Tony comes with some surprises.

Warnings: light teasing, Tony being Tony, sexy talk, implie sexy time :)

Knocking lightly on the door to Tony's office you stand and wait, your patience waning as the seconds tick by and the coffee you're holding scalds your fingertips. One more knock, this time a little harder and you finally hear the turn of the knob. He greets you with nothing more than raised eyebrows, turning quickly around and motioning to his desk.

You hold back the string of curses that threaten to spill from your lips and set his coffee down on the coaster, making sure to give it a stir before spinning on your heel and walking out. Just as you're about to shut the door his quiet "thank you" filters through and you almost think you heard wrong but when you look back, he gives you a soft smile.

Shaking your head on the way back to your desk you can't help but wonder what his deal is. Some days it seems like no matter what you do it isn't enough and other days you see the softer side of him. Throwing your hands up, both figuratively and literally, you sit down and get back to work. Not five minutes later your phone rings and you see it's Tony calling from his office.

"Hi Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?" He's silent for a moment and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice when he answers, "well, there's a lot you can do for me, y/n but for now can you please get me the file on the new space in Chelsea." You press your lips into a firm line. "Of course, Mr. Stark. Be right there."

You walk back down the hall and knock on his door before opening it once again. Moving behind his desk where he's seated playing a game on his phone you pull out the file drawer and sift through it until you find the right folder. Grabbing it forcefully you take a deep breath and turn around to hand it to him. "The file you asked for, Mr. Stark. Anything else?"

He doesn't look up from his game or give you an answer, so you just place it on his desk and turn to leave. "One more thing, sweetheart," he croons, standing and walking toward you. "Could you help me with my tie, I loosened it earlier and now, I just can't seem to get it fixed right." With your hands at your hips you let him know you aren't being fooled. "Mr. Stark. Since when did you forget how to tie a tie?"

Tapping his fingers along the desk he comes closer and removes his glasses. "Call me Tony." You notice the top few buttons of his shirt are open and you can't help how your eyes sweep over his body in the well fitted suit. "I'm sure you can handle your tie, Tony. Now, if there really isn't anything else...I have work to do." With that you turn toward the door, making it only two steps before his warm hand closes around your wrist.

"Wait. Please." Your body is thrumming when you turn to face him. "You're right. I can handle the tie. It's you I can't handle." Now you're face to face, his breath fanning your cheek as he moves closer, his body now flush with yours. Dropping your gaze to his lips you breathe, "me? I thought I was doing a good job, doing what you wanted?"

His long and steady fingers sweep along your arm until they reach your jaw. Tony traces the soft line and brushes his thumb over your lips. "You are. An excellent job. In fact, I'm sure no one could do it better. But. There is one more thing I want." Closing your eyes for a brief moment you lean into his touch asking, "and what's that, Tony?" Your eyes open, focusing on his honeyed brown irises just as his lips brush yours, "you."