Rdj/Tony Stark x Reader

Soft Limit

Tony Stark x Reader

Prompt: “my butt is not a drum, dude!”

Summary: during a booze-fueled debrief of your latest break up, tony offers a proposition that tests your firmly set limits.

Warnings: smut, adult language, vaginal sex, alcohol (possible dub!con), dom/sub vibes without the titles, spanking.

Word Count: 3,202

You grimaced at the burn of the alcohol as you threw back your shot, setting the glass down on the bar’s countertop. You shrugged a shoulder, grabbing the nearest bottle and pouring yourself another drink. “I’m sorry! It’s just never interested me before.”

“And that was the reason to end a three-month relationship?” Tony asked, a brow arching snidely as he finished his own drink. He was far more discerning in picking his next one, selecting a bottle of Macallan from the shelf above you.

“Two and a half.” you corrected, taking another drink. You smiled as he refilled your glass with tequila. “And since when do you have such an issue with short-term relationships?”

He shrugged, smirking at you from over the rim of his glass.

“Besides,” you continued. “It speaks to a larger issue. We weren’t compatible.”

“You know what I love about you?” he said with a smile, stealing a wedge of lime and sucking on it. “You’re the only person I know who starts sounding more formal when they’re drunk.”

“Blow me, Stark.”

“That’s my girl.”

You rolled your eyes at him, licking salt off the tip of your finger. “You know, I don’t even know why I told you any of this.”

“Please, when have you ever been able to say no to me?”

“You want an exact number, or should I just round to the nearest ten?”

His smile widened. “Or maybe it’s because I’m the one supplying you with all this top shelf booze.”

You pointed a finger at him, taking another shot. “That’s a very good point.”

“I’ve been known to make them every now and again.” he took a sip of his drink, leaning on his elbows on the counter, bringing his face closer to yours. While he hadn’t had quite as much alcohol as you had, you could see in his eyes that the booze was beginning to affect him. “Seriously, though. You didn’t even try it before you broke the poor guy’s heart?”

You gave him a pointedly tired look. “Two and half months, Tony. He was hardly in love with me.”

“You’re dodging the question.”

You sighed. “No, I’ve never tried it. But I’ve never tried skydiving without a parachute either and I’m pretty sure I’d hate that.”

“First of all, you did that on that mission in Bosnia last month.”

“Fair point,” you admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that I’d like being spanked.”

Tony’s lips twitched upward. “Why are you so against it?”

“Because my butt is not a drum, dude!” you exclaimed, ignoring his answering snicker. “And it’s…. it’s, I don’t know, infantilizing.”

Tony rolled his eyes, straightened and finished his drink before walking around to your side of the bar. He took hold of your hand, pulling you off of your stool. You stumbled slightly as he did, your other hand catching the bar to steady yourself. You raised a brow suspiciously but didn’t argue, scooping up your drink and letting him drag you to the couch on the other side of the room.