RDJ Imagines

Agents

Robert Downey Jr. AU

You both are agents, but you are the 'good' agent, and he is the 'bad' agent. You and Robert once had a romantic relationship, but it soon fell apart due to your jobs.
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I was being pressed against the wall with his hand around my neck. I was losing intake of air, and I felt his grip get tighter.

"Where's the keys?" Robert said, as I clawed at him to let me breathe. "I won't ask again."

I picked up a small vase that was nearby, and smashed it over his head. Pieces shattered everywhere, and Robert stumbled back holding his head.

Blood began to run down his forehead, and I lunged towards him.

He moved to the side, but my second punch landed on his nose. Robert back hand slapped me across the face, making me snap my head to the side.

He took out a knife from his suit jacket, and lashed out at me. He cut my upper arm, then cut the strap of my red dress.

I pulled up my dress just enough to kick his hand, and make the knife go across the other side of the room.

I quickly countered again, by pulling him close and kneeing him in the groin. He fell to his knees, and I kicked him square in his chest.

Robert was now coughing vigorously on the floor. I stood near him, and placed my high heel on his chest.

"Who sent you?" I asked.

"Who do you think?" He coughed out. "Taren did."

"Only for keys? There must be more to the mission Agent Downey." I smirked.

"What makes you think I'll tell you?"

"Oh, I don't think you will... I know you will." I said.

"Let's see." Robert said, turning over and sweeping me off my feet with his legs. I fell to the floor with a thud.

I tried to get up before he did, but I was too late. Robert was now on top of me, and his lips were centimeters away from my own.

"You look good in this position, you know that right?" He smirked. I tried to move from under him but it wasn't working since he pinned me down.

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Fuck me? Oh I'd love to, but I don't have the time sweetheart." He said, as his lips grazed my own. Robert moved my arms up, and held my wrists down with his hand.

I felt his other hand go up my dress slowly. His lips were now on my collarbone, and a accidental moan escaped my lips.

His hand kept rising, and I still couldn't move. I felt this hand close to the strap that was around my thigh. The keys were in a small pouch that was attached to the strap.

Robert kissed me hard, and managed to slip tongue. He ended the kiss and looked me in the eyes.

"But I need this." He said, tearing the pouch off the strap. My dress was now at my hips, and my lace underwear showing.

Robert began to get off of me, but I wrapped my legs around him so he couldn't get up. He slapped me across the face again.

I flipped him over, and I was now on top. I noticed the knife he had was just a few inches from me on the floor. I grabbed it quickly, and placed it on his throat.

"That doesn't belong to you." I said. "Drop it."

"Or what? You won't kill me." He said. "You love me too much."

"I used to."

"Stop lying y/n. You can't lie to people who've studied you...Spent so many years with you. I might know you better then you know yourself."

I didn't say anything.

"See." Robert said. "I'm right."

"Give me the keys." I ignored his comment pressing the knife a little deeper.

Robert dropped the pouch, and I picked it up. I still had the knife to his throat. He began to place his hands on my hips, but I couldn't seem to stop him.

I guess I longed for his touch. In a way, I did miss him.

His hands travelled farther down to my butt, and I placed the pouch in my bra. I moved the knife away from his neck, and leaned down.

I kissed him slowly, and lightly bit down on his bottom lip. I placed my hand on his cheek, then slowly ended the kiss.

"You may be right, but I still have a job to do." I began. "I won't be changing any time soon." I whispered in his ear.

I got off of him, but I still had the knife ready just in case if he tried to get at me again.

"You should get that checked out." I motioned to his head. Blood was stained all over his suit.

I began to leave the hotel room.

"And when you go back to hell, tell the devil I said hi." I said, before I turned to leave him on the floor.

I headed down the hallway, then began to run. I quickly ran to the elevator, and pressed the ground level button.

I fixed my dress, and hair, then wiped the blood from my nose. The elevator doors closed, and I was now on my way to my Ashton Martin.

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This was just a quick thought, and I turned it into a imagine. I'm still taking requests btw! :)

-Duckling out ^.^