Rdj/Tony Stark x Reader

Prove It

PAIRING- reader x tony stark 

WORD COUNT 2.1k

WARNINGS:  you know the drill, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it !) SWEARING, consumption of alcohol ? (idk if this is a warning?) 

You were flirty person; it was second nature to you. Most, if not all of your friends could testify to that. You couldn’t help it, you liked to flirt and tease those around you. So when you became an avenger you found out that the infamous Tony Stark was equally if not more flirty than you. And that was saying something. The rest of the Avengers were quick rolling their eyes whenever you or Tony sent sexual innuendos to each other. Bruce had to physically leave the lab once time, your flirty and teasing were too much for even the most patient man.

“You know all this going back and forth has to lead to something (Y/N)” Tony smirked at you over his bourbon on night. You just laughed him off taking a sip of your own drink of choice. The alcohol burning your throat slightly.

“You couldn’t handle me Tony” he raised an eyebrow at this.

“Kid I’m Tony Stark, Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, all that shit. I don’t think you could handle me” You let out a barking laugh, downing the rest of your drink you moved over towards Tony kneeling next to him. You knees touching the sides of his thigh.

“Are you sure about that Mr Stark?” You whispered, biting down on your bottom lip you brushed your hair over your shoulder pushing your chest slightly up towards him. You suppressed a grin as you watched Tony’s eyes snapped down to your cleavage then back up at you.

“I’m always sure” You held your breath as Tony’s hand slid up your thighs; his hands were large and warm. Tony gave you a wolfish grin as the alcohol coursed through your veins. Suddenly the elevator opened revealing Sam and Clint.

“Dude how can you say that?” Sam cried in outrage

“Very easily man” Clint chuckled, you snapped your head over to them as they looked down on yours and Tony’s close position.

“Oh hey guys what ya doing?”

“Nothing Barton, just having a drink with little old (Y/N) here” Tony covered holding up the bottle of Jack.

“Sure looks like your having a good time” Sam smirked; you huffed getting up from the couch.

“Bite me Wilson,” you growled walking about of the room.

“What did I say?” Sam asked the two other men confused at your reaction. Tony smiled after you.

It had been a few days since you had seen Tony, as much as you flirted with the billionaire you did have genuine feelings for the man. You didn’t see public Tony, the obnoxious brash self-obsessed man flying around in his suits of armor. You saw the privet Tony, the man who liked to tinker in his lab for hours on end. You saw the man who worked himself to the ground improving the Avengers suits and weapons so that they have a better chance of survival when out in the field. Most people thought that Tony Stark didn’t care, but you knew the truth. He cared a lot, he cared about his friends, because they were his family and he wasn’t going to lose his new family anytime soon.

“Hey (Y/N/N) most of us are going out for a drink, you interested?” Natasha poked her head around your apartment door; you leaned back on the couch drawing your attention away from your laptop.  You had just got back with Natasha from a difficult mission. You body was tired and the thought of being pushed around in the club didn’t have the same appeal, as it otherwise would have done.