Tony Stark Imagines

Mine/Smut/Requested

Requested by fabuluxely
#180: Mine
Warnings: SMUT

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You paced the narrow halls in the tower. Everyone got lost in the tower at least once, even if they wouldn't admit it.

You struggled to find the kitchen, when you smelled bacon. You smirked and followed the smell.

You found the kitchen and Mr. Steve Dorito Rogers was making breakfast.

Mr. Dorito was wearing blue sweatpants with a red t shirt that was clinging to his figure.

"Hey Dorito." You said and Steve rolled his eyes. You chuckled and went to get a plate.

He put bacon and eggs onto the plate and put some onto his own. He quickly sat next to you.

"Enjoying it?" He asked and bit his lower lip. You nodded as you stuff two pieces of bacon into your mouth.

"Yeah, well I was hoping I can make Bucky breakfast. So, if you could help me?" Steve asked as his face flushed red.

You nodded and smiled at the blond haired man.

"Of course." You said and you both finished your plates.

You helped him wash the dishes and looked at the time.

"We have an hour." He said and you nodded. You helped him mix the pancake batter first.

"Do we have those......What are they called?" You asked snapping your fingers.

"The mixing thingies." You said and Steve chuckled.

"You mean a Mixer?" Steve asked and you sighed.

"I guess so." You said and Steve shook his head. You both instead washed your hands.

You both proceeded to mix the batter with your hands. Steve and you quickly mixed it.

Steve placed his hand accidentally onto yours. He blushed and quickly pulled away.

"Sorry." He said and you chuckled.

"It's fine Steve, get the flour." You said pointing to the bag. Steve obeyed and grabbed the bag.

He slipped and the flour poured all over his face. You quickly helped him up and wiped some away.

"Shoot. I'm Sorry, M'am." Steve said and you rolled your eyes.

You then poured the flour into the Dough and turned towards Steve.

"Steve you have something..."

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Meanwhile
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Tony groaned in bed and went to hug you. When he was met with the cold surface of the mattress, his head shot up and looked around the room suspiciously.

"Maybe I'll shower later." He commented and got out of bed.

He quickly pulled on a shirt and tugged some sweatpants on. He refused to comb his tousled hair and he yawned loudly.

"J, Where's my Y/N?" Tony asked tiredly.

"Miss Y/N, seems to be with Mr.Rogers." Tony's gaze became sober as if he was drunk and he raced into the shower.

In record time he was out of the shower, a towel clinging onto his wet figure. He quickly brushed his teeth and smiled.

He looked through his clothing deciding on what to wear. He bit his lower lip.