Tony Stark/Loki x oc one shots

Loving Girlfriend - Tony

"Good morning Melanie." Tony's voice appears behind me as I reach for a breakfast bar out of the top cupboard. I turn around and see him resting against the countertop admiring my backside. I raise an eyebrow at him with a smirk.

"See something you like?" I ask. He walks towards me trapping me against the counter between his arms. He leans in close.

"I see someone I like.." He smiles. I smile back and stroke his jaw with fingers. He leans in and kisses me. I lean into the kiss. Tony holds my waist and picks me up putting me onto the counter. He grips his hand on my knees and opens my thighs, putting himself between them. He presses his chest against mine, I slightly arch my back as I lean into him. I quietly moan into the kiss and he playfully bites my bottom lip.

"Get a room." I jolt in shock and lean back but Tony seems completely unfazed. Steve walks into the kitchen seeing us. I push my hands against Tony's chest slowly leaning him away from me but he pushes into me again.

"Don't worry about him, Steve hasn't got any recently and likes to watch other couples enjoy themselves. Gives him something to work with in the shower." Tony says trying to kiss me again. I chuckle and get out of his grip, hopping off the counter. 

"Ha ha," Steve says unamused. Tony takes my hand and pulls me out of the room leaving Steve alone with his cereal he was able to make when Tony and I finally parted. Tony leads us both to our room. 

"I thought you had work to do," I say with a smile. He suddenly picks me up and puts me over his shoulder, carrying me into our room and over to the bed, dropping me onto the matres.

"Not that is more important than this." He smiles. He gets on top of me with either hand by the side of my head. His legs straddle my waist. I bring up my hand and start to undo his shirt buttons. His shirt falls open as I prop myself onto my elbows to kiss him. I then start to undo his jeans, slipping my hand into them.

*Skippidy skip skip*

We lay in bed together with our chest rising and falling quickly. I roll over and put my head on his chest. Tony leans his head down and kisses the top of my head. "I love you." He whispers and I smile.

"I love you too." I look up at him. He moves a strand of hair out of my face and puts his thumb on my chin.

"You're so beautiful." He says softly. I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"Shut up," I say playfully. He sits up, leaning against the headboard. I follow suit but he pulls me onto his lap. I do so pulling a blanket around my body like a dress. He strokes my arm delicately. Tony admires my face but I look down. He brings his hand under my chin making me look at him.

"You're beautiful, I wish you wouldn't dodge my gaze like that." He touches my face and brings his thumb across my cheekbone, stroking the long scar that lines it. I flinch away and get off him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." 

"It's fine. Forget it." I say walking away from the bed. He quickly jumps up and holds onto my waist pulling my back against him. We stay silent for a moment. "I hate it." I say sadly.

"With or without the scar you are perfect." He says and kisses my neck softly. I raise my hand and put my finger just underneath it, not daring to touch it. I smile weakly at his touch. I turn around and kiss him softly.

"I'm going to go train," I say and step away. He nods.

*In the training room*

I hit the punching bag with anger. Flash images of the boy cutting my face appear in my mind. I punch faster and harder. My breathing is heavy and my face is shiny with sweat. I can hear the boy talking in my head, what he said that day has echoed through my mind many times. Suddenly the fabric breaks and sand spills from the bag. I step back to look at the damage.