Rdj/Tony Stark x Reader

The Kiss

Chapter: oneshot

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Summary: The reader has been friends with Tony for a while. Slightly young, she fears that Tony will only ever see her as his dorky young friend that he could never fall for. Tony picks her up for an event to celebrate some new tech and the reader takes the opportunity to get a rise out of him.

Applying the last finishing touches to your make-up you reach for the bright red lipstick. Along with the black dress your lips will really pop out tonight and it is exactly what you want to happen. Maybe with a bit more incentive Tony will finally see you in a different light other than the dorky friend that is too young for him.

             Giving yourself a once over in the mirror your eyes flitter from the bottom of the dress to the top. Honestly you never thought you would ever wear this dress, in the end you couldn’t pass it up with the sale going on. The skirt is solid black with a high waist and the length falling just above your midthigh. The top part covers your breasts without offering up much cleavage. All under a black lace cover falling to the floor with a pattern that reminds you of Bali.

Knock Knock

             Nerves instantly shoot up your spine catching you off guard. You head towards the door and with each step you start to regret wearing the dress. Tony won’t say anything but you know you’ll look ridiculous when compared to everyone else. Being too late to turn back now, you take a deep breath and slowly open the door.

             Greeted on the other side of the frame is an astonished version of Tony. His eyes are locked in on you as he drinks up every last inch of your attire. Feeling your cheeks start to flush you pray that the make-up you put on is keeping your face from turning into a bright red tomato.

“Tony…” you say softly.

“Wow, you look amazing.” He purrs looking away to clear his head. “Should we get going?”

             Tony gestures his arm out signaling for you to take it. Happily you loop your arm with his and try not think about how fast your heart is beating. You’re no expert by any means but you feel like a moment faster and you’d be having a heart attack.

             The drive remains eerily quiet the whole way there. Normally conversation never dies with the two of you, but tonight it seems like getting it started is the real issue. Instead your mind is racing thinking about Tony’s reaction to your outfit. Tony is used to seeing you in more comfortable clothes and modest make-up. On rare occasions will you ever dress up, and even are rarer occasions do you ever dress like this.

“Tony Stark, always to be the man that is fashionably late.” A man with an African accent greets once getting inside.

“Your highness.” Tony performs an unusual arm cross movement. “No Nakia tonight?”

“We are actually on a break,” the man’s smile drops for a moment before regaining its strength. “But I see that you brought a lovely companion tonight. I am T’Challa.”

             Introducing yourself, T’Challa takes your hand and places a soft kiss just above your knuckles. You can feel Tony’s posture stiffen for a moment during the exchange bringing a slight smirk upon your lips. Just from the light exchange you can tell that T’Challa truly cares about Nakia, but even so Tony appears to be jealous.

“T’Challa, would you care for a dance? I would love to hear more about your home.”

             Agreeing, he leads you out to the dance floor leaving Tony at the bar watching the two of you. You did not give any indication of truly flirting with T’Challa but you knew Tony would think you were anyway. Really you enjoy the conversation. From it you learned a great deal about Wakanda and about how his sister and Tony created this new device together. The device everyone is celebrating tonight.

“Mind if I cut in?” Tony interjects.

Switching partners you are hit with a wave of alcohol leaking from Tony. You silently wonder how many drinks he has had tonight in just a short time period. When it came to parties Tony usually got drunk pretty fast. He would then pick up a girl to take home and the next morning you are handing him aspirin around the clock.

“What did you think of King T’Challa?” Tony’s eyes glisten awaiting your answer.

“He seems really nice.” You pause to think as Tony spins you in a twirl. “Clearly loves his country… and Nakia.”

             Seeming content with your answer Tony continues to dance with you in his arms. The music changes to even slightly slower music and he takes the opportunity to pull you in closer. Resting your head against his shoulder, you close your eyes and take in the scent of him behind the alcohol. You can’t recall how many times he has held you in a hold similar to this one, and each time you take in his scent and try to engrain it to memory.

“I’m sorry,” Tony mumbles.

             Confused, you lift your head to face him. That is when it dawns on you. Tony actually believes that you, if even for a moment, wanted a shot with the King of Wakanda. You could see where he would get the idea, and wondered while slightly hoping if Tony is still a little jealous.

“For?” You pretend to be confused.

             Tony doesn’t say anything but his gaze moves toward the king and back to you. The knowing look and obvious attitude behind his head tilt suggests he is tired of you torturing him. You know he is never going to say it out loud but all you could do is laugh, leaving Tony with a puzzled expression.

“Tony, I have no desire to be with T’Challa.” You clear the air. Not finished, you lean in closer to his ear so only he can hear you. “He’s not the one I want.”

You notice a slight movement with his ear indicating his eyebrows are knit together, thinking. Tony’s eyes skim across the room trying to find a face that would be familiar to you but is having no such luck. You have met a few people but the majority of them are already dating someone else and he never pegged you as the girl who only wants what she can’t have.

             Tired of seeing his wheels turn you place a soft kiss against his cheek. Immediately he freezes mid-step causing you to stumble slightly. Tony keeps you in place, never letting you fall as he takes in what just happened. Looking into your eyes he asks the silent question you’ve been waiting for.

“Yes, Tony.” You can’t help but smile, despite the volcano of nerves exploding. “It is you that I want.”

“Would you believe me if I said I want you too?” His eyes match yours as you subtly shake your head no. Without hesitation Tony’s hand cups the back side of your neck as he brings his lips to yours, showing you exactly how badly he wants you.