Bruises and Hot Chocolate (Tony Stark x Reader)

I Don't Think So! - 4

You blush deep red, running over his words a few times in your head. You wanted to say yes, but you couldn't. After all the time you've spent with Tony, you were scared he'd forget everything if you let him take you to bed.

"U-uh... I don't know... I-I mean, um... Not yet?" You stuttered, glancing up at nervously. You could tell he looked slightly disappointed, but he shrugged it off.

"That's fine," he nods, tossing his hair flirtatiously, obviously trying to sway your decision. He bit his bottom lip, giving you a sexy face before purring, "I totally understand..."

You felt your face heat up even more, if possible, as you shrunk back in your seat slightly. He smirked at the affect he had on you. You wanted to hide, but couldn't. You were frozen to the spot.

"I promise I won't bite..." He chuckles, "...hard."

Your heart was pounding, and you were about to give in, but you shook your head. "Look, I think you're great! And you're extremely sexy-" you regretted that as soon as you said it, and swallowed hard when you saw him stand up from the table and start walking around to you, "-b-but that's not the point, I just don't think it's a goo-!"

You gasp as he picks you up bridal style, staring into your (e/c) eyes with his deep, chocolate brown orbs. "Do you not trust me?" He smirks, making it feel like 'no, I absolutely don't trust you!' Is also an option. You just stared.

"U-uh... I'm not too sure if I do trust you, actually..." He shifts your position, holding your thighs on either side of his waist. The sudden change made you grab his shirt collar.

He smirked, "tsk tsk, don't be like that..." He lowers his head so his breath brushes across your neck "I know you trust me... At least a little bit..." He leans in slightly, kissing your neck softly, making you shudder.

"Tony!" You push his face away with one hand, gripping his shirt with the other. And just in time.

Natasha walks in, looking down at something in her hand and is completely oblivious to the scene in front of her until she almost bumps into Tony.

"Tony, we got a messa- sorry, am I interrupting something...?"

You and Tony both look at her. Tony says "yes!" loudly as you squeak a "no..."

She raises an eyebrow, placing the file on the table and exciting. "Remember Tony, 'consent.'" She mumbles with a smirk.

Tony backs off a bit at her comment, looking at you. "Are you sure you wouldn't be lonely...? In the shower, all alone..."

You giggle at this, "Tony I shower alone everyday..."

He gives you a pout and a pair of big puppy dog eyes, gently stroking your (h/c) hair. "You must be so sad in there!"

You ruffle his hair, sighing in defeat. "Fine, you can come with me. But... Please be gentle..."

He immediately drops his soft attitude, giving you a wide smirk as he carries you towards the bathroom. "No promises..." He purrs.

//Bet I scared you at the beginning, eh? Well, again, I don't want to write smut, but I have no problem with smut, I just don't feel like writing it. I might later. Maybe.