various tony stark x reader imagines from tumblr
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fluffs
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tony stark x reader (smut) warning: oral sex (female receiving), masturbation, unprotected sex via captain-rogers-beard on tumblr
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(a/n: this is a long one get ready)
"you know what we never do anymore?" you murmured, sliding onto the stool across the table from tony.
he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "no. what is it we don't do anymore?" he asked warily.
"we never make out anymore," you said.
he dropped the tool in his hand to the table, leaning over it, his head on his arms. "i'm sorry," he chuckled, "but i beg to differ. we make out all the time."
"no," you giggled, "we have sex all the time. when we make out now, that's only moving us toward the sex. remember when we used to just, i don't know, when we would fall into each other and kiss, and our hands would be everywhere, and god, there was all this friction, and excitement, and holy hell, the wondering if this was it, wondering if this time would be the time? and when it wasn't we'd go our separate ways, but the memory of the things we'd done, the longing to take it further, even if you didn't know if we should or not, that was always there, always with you? do you remember that feeling, tony?"
"yeah, of course i remember," he growled, stepping around the end of the table to stand beside you. he pushed your hair off of your shoulder and ducked his head, his lips on your neck, his nose buried in your hair.
you swung around to face him, grabbing his hips and dragging him closer, your legs wrapped around the back of his. "i'm sorry," you sighed, your forehead resting against his chest. "sometimes i miss that "new relationship" feeling. i'll quit whining."
tony pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "you're not whining," he laughed. "i'll tell you what, you wanna just make out? we can totally do that. no sex, i promise."
it was your turn to laugh. "yeah, right. i don't think so."
"what? you don't think i can make out with you and not have it lead to sex? you underestimate me, y/n."
"wanna bet?" you mumbled playfully.
tony took a step back, his hands resting on your thighs. "what did you say?"
"um...wanna bet?" you repeated.
"okay," he said. "i'm always up for a challenge."
"what?"
"i said okay," tony replied. "no sex, just making out. we'll see who breaks first."
