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 You though that you would spend the days after the almost-confession/sex-night sexually frustrated and impatiently waiting for Tony to spring his surprise confession on you. Boy were you wrong.

 Well, you were still sexually frustrated, and yes you did have anxiety attacks every other day, but it was for a completely different reason known as the Stark Expo. Tony obviously didn’t pay his staff enough because the moment Tony and you returned from Mallorca, there was a mountain of work waiting the two of you.

 “ ‘Let’s go on a vacation!’ he said, ‘I don’t pay all those idiots in the office good money to make you sit here and do their work,’ he said,” You growled sarcastically under your breath as you sorted through the endless paperwork surrounding the expo.

   To be fair, Tony was drowning in equal amounts of work as you were. Lots of the paperwork required his final approval and the blueprints Kaiba sent over all needed to be looked over by Tony due to the inclusion of arc reactors.

 “He is sitting right here and can hear every word you say,” came Tony’s sardonic reply from across the table.

 You stuck your tongue out rebelliously and continued to slog through the administrative mess. The fact that Tony did not continue the banter was proof of just how much work you were both drowning in.  You and Tony exchanged looks and sighed. The two of you have been stuck in his workshop for the past 72 hours, with only coffee, tea and the occasional fruit salad keeping you guys going.

 “What’s taking Bruce so long?” Tony whined, his stomach growling loudly in protest.

 Normally, you would have taken time off to cook. However the holiday had rendered most ingredients in the fridge unusable and with the last minute overtime you were now pulling, there just wasn’t any time to go grocery shopping. You tried to make do with the yougurt and fruits left in the pantry, but your bodies demanded real sustenance. In a fit of desperation, Tony actually called Bruce to buy food for the two of you.

 “I told you to just get JARVIS to order take out,” you sighed, your stomach growling in agreement.

 Tony wrinkled his nose and tutted at you, “Hey now it is not my fault that my favourite pizza joint don’t do delivery.”

 “You know, my sensei used to say, if you still have the energy to be picky, then you’re obviously not hungry enough,” you tossed out.

 Tony’s face immediately turned contentious, but before he could say anything, the door to workshop opened, and the smell of food immediately filled the room.

 “Oh glorious sustenance, I could almost kiss you Bru-,” Tony stopped short when he saw who the delivery person was.

 “Please don’t do that Stark, I really don’t want to break your arm,” one Natasha Romanoff declared as she held out your box of pizza.

 Ignoring the sulking Tony (not that he would admit that he was sulking), you got up grabbed the food from the redhead.

 “Thanks, um…where is Dr. Banner?” You asked as you helped yourself to a slice of pizza, blatantly ignoring Tony who was wildly gesturing at himself. The childlike man could get his own pizza thank you very much.

 “Fury needed him for something,” Natasha answered offhandedly, her interest occupied by the holograms that filled the room. “My god, this expo makes the Chitauri paperwork look cute,” she commented as she scanned through the documents you guys were working on.

 You and Tony would have been a lot more concerned about having these documents seen by the Black Widow except:

1. If Natasha wanted, she could have acquired these information using her espionage skills anyways

2. SHIELD actually had a small degree of stake in the expo

 “What kind of doomsday project is Fury working that he needs the big green guy but not Iron Man?” Tony, who had resignedly got up from his seat to attack his pizza, asked.

 “The kind that requires gamma radiation expertise?” Natasha answered smoothly as she casually made an amendment to one of the documents. “You’re going to want to fill up a customs form for that, arms export ban,” she clarified.

 “Oh so they want Bruce Bruce, not angry Bruce.”
 “How is that arms?”

 You and Tony said simultaneously.

 By some miracle of god, or maybe just years of spywork, Natasha managed to catch both sentences. “Yes, Fury actually needs Dr. Banner’s expertise. Dr. Sumeragi said that there were some unique radiation signatures off the robot suits we brought in and needed a second opinion. And Kaiba’s virtual reality gadgets are considered arms because both the Stark and Kaiba goods are still on the militia to-watch list.”

 “Hey, we’re doing renewable energy now k. Get with the program Romanoff,” Tony retorted defensively.

 “Kaiba corp is a games company now,” you added.

 “Decades worth of reputation dies hard,” Natasha shrugged as she flipped through yet another document. Before she could get too far however, Tony waved the holograms away, effectively ending the redhead’s reading spree.

 “I was reading that,” the SHIELD agent said pointedly.

 “And now you’re not,” Tony quipped.

 Against your better judgement, you budged in. “Tony, be nice.”

“Make me.” Tony stuck his tongue out,

 “I mean it Tony, behave or I’m suspending your cocktail privileges,” your narrowed your eyes.

 “You wouldn’t…”he hissed.

 “Wanna bet?” You levelled.

 The stand-off continued for a few more seconds, but eventually Tony slunk back into his chair, sulking. You had won. While the billionaire took angry bites off his pizza, Natasha was eyeing the two of you with what could be considered an incredulous expression for the master spy (aka her eyebrows were raised). It took a few moments before she collected herself enough to speak.

 “So, are you two together yet?” Natasha asked without beating around the bush.

 Her question was greeted by a bout of tense silence.

Tony dragged his palm across his face and cussed under his breath. Of all the insensitive questions in the world...

You on the other hand huffed in frustration. You were just about over that issue and now she's got to bring it up again…you flicked your unfinished pizza crust into the box angrily in an attempt to release some of the frustration that was building up.

Natasha looked back and forth between the two of you. “Ookay...I'll take that as a no...”

Eyeing Tony purposefully, you gritted out, “Yea, you do that.”

 It took another 2 more days of non-stop working, but the paperwork mountain was finally conquered. Coincidentally (or perhaps not so coincidentally), it was also a Friday. Which meant only one thing.

 “Cocktails!” Tony exclaimed enthusiastically, kicking his chair off the work station as he did. You watched him spin around in his chair amusedly. The billionaire superhero could be such a kid at times.

 “Dinner first, never drink on an empty stomach,” you chided good naturedly. Mentally, you ran through the list of things in the pantry and winced. “I’ll need to make a grocery run..” Pot roast would be good, sandwiches were probably faster but this was supposed to be a celebratory dinner of sorts.

 “Um…actually,” Tony piped up, tone uncertain. You stopped your thinking and turned to him.


 “Well, how should I put this,” Tony said, more to himself than to you. You waited patiently, Tony acting odd usually called for patience, lots of it. “Dinner is kind of taken care of,” he stated with an odd touch of tentativeness.

 Nevertheless, you nodded. “Oh great, then I’ll just go prep the bar…come to think of it I haven’t had time to try out the juices we bought in Mallorca yet.” Your brain immediately went into bartender mode as you said that. Grabbing a spare piece of paper that was on the table, you started scribbling cocktail ideas.

 Tony bit his lip and sighed, how should he do this. Upon hearing his sigh, you looked at him again. Okay, it’s official, something’s up.

 “What’s up,” You asked, tone deadpanned.

 “Nothing, absolutely nothing. Well okay, maybe there is this one little thing….” He stalled.

 Rolling your eyes, you shot him you an irritated glare, “Tony. Spill.”

 Heaving a loud sigh, Tony opened his mouth and then closed it, then after a few seconds of silence, he finally replied.  “Okay, here’s the deal. Dinner is taken care of, but I need you out of the house for about….half an hour. Actually 45 minutes would be better.”

 “Why?” Your simple question was met with a not so simple response. You watched Tony’s face contort into a complicated expression, one that you’ve seen very recently, on a specific night at a certain resort. And suddenly, things clicked. “Never mind, forget I asked.” Indeed, you won’t be repeating that mistake again.

 Tony shot you a grateful smile, and your heart fluttered. “Wonderful, now get your wonderfully perky ass out of the tower, I don’t want to see you for the next 45 minutes.”

 You wisely ignored the ass comment, but there was another problem. “Like out of the tower completely? I can’t just stay in my room or something?” Tony shook his head. Now it was your turn to bite your lip. “Um Tony…I can put two and two together. So unless my guessing skills had deteriorated badly over the past few days, I’m guessing the reason why you need me out of the house has something to do with what Natasha asked the other day?” Tony nodded, a little crestfallen, a reaction which confirmed your suspicions. “Hey, cheer up, I don’t know exactly what the surprise is.” Tony perked up at that, then upon realizing that you’ve basically declared that you’ve already figured out that he had planned a surprise confession, he glared at you. “Right, forget I said that. But yea…if this has to do with what I think it has to do with….I really need to shower, I’ve been cooped up here for the last 48 hours and I’m disgusting.” Making out while covered in grime is definitely not high on your to-do-list.

 Tony nibbled on his thumb sheepishly, “Yes, shower…umm…that’s also kind of…”

 “Taken care of?” You finished for him, an amused grin threatening to split on your face.

 Tony nodded grimly, so much for you not figuring out the surprise. Oh well, at least you still didn’t know the whole gist of it, and Tony intends to keep it that way. Which meant getting you out of the house before you could puzzle more of it out. “On that note, you should totally get going. Here is…$20, go get yourself some coffee, or tea, or ice-cream. Actually don’t get yourself ice-cream, or food. You know what, just go on your grocery run anyways. We could use the food for breakfast or lunch tomorrow.”

 Hustling up some more cash, Tony stuffed them all into your hands and shoved you towards the door. “Now go, before you ruin your surprise.” You chuckled in response but obeyed.

 At the doorway, you suddenly remembered something. “Tony,” you tugged at his hand just as he was about to turn away.


 You looked him in the eye, expression soft. “I lo-“ A finger on your lips cut you off. You almost gasped in surprise at how fast Tony closed the distance between the two of you.

 His form towered over you, and you watched, mesmerized as his eyes raked over your lips with obvious desire. Instead of a kiss however, all you got was his thumb running across your lips. Leaning in, you shivered as Tony’s lips brushed against your ear. “Save that for later.”

 You nodded dumbly and Tony took the opportunity to push you out the door.

 “JARVIS, please make sure our lovely lady clears the building and only returns after 45 minutes.” Tony ordered.

 “Yes sir.” The ever dutiful AI replied.

 “I get it! I’m not welcomed here.” You mumbled with mock annoyance as you showed yourself out. Inwardly, your stomach was doing somersaults. Finally, progress!

 You almost skipped back to the building, earning yourself a few concerned glances along the way, but you brushed them off. Arm full of groceries, you hummed a tune and bounced up the steps of Stark Tower, only to be greeted by an uninvited guest.

 “Mr Rhodes?” You asked the military man who stood at the entrance of the tower, concern marring his face.

 “Oh, Ms (l/n),” he nodded in your direction.

 You noted his lack of uniform and the paper bag in his hands. “Is this a social call?” You asked carefully.

 Rhodey shot you an unreadable expression. “Not exactly, Tony asked me to run some errands for him, so I’m here to make the delivery. It was supposed to be a drop and go, but I’ve been waiting here for the past 15minutes and JARVIS isn’t letting me in. Tony isn’t answering his phone either, so I’m getting a little concerned…”

 You frowned. If it was unexpected visit, it would explain why Tony locked his best friend out of the building, he doesn’t like having unexpected appointments dropped onto him. Especially not military ones. But it was obvious that Rhodey was in on whatever Tony was planning, which meant that he should have been granted access. Nevertheless, it was possible that Tony was so caught up in whatever he was doing that he forgot to grant Rhodey access…but that’s what JARVIS was for. You see why Rhodey was concerned.

 “JARVIS,” you called out loudly. There was no reply. “JARVIS…system reboot, authorization (f/n) (l/n),” you ordered. There was still no reply. “Fucking hell,” you cursed and walked to the nearest control panel. Flipping it open, you punched in the manual overwrite code on to have the console flash a system error at you.

 Rhodey was stuck between marvelling at how much security access Tony has granted you and growing worry as all your access efforts were turning up system errors.

 “Something’s wrong,” you declared.

 To his credit, Rhodey just nodded instead of freaking out. “So now what?” He asked. As much as he wanted to take control of the situation, you still knew the tower better than him.

 “We need to access the tower…we need to get to JARVIS.” You stated, your mind going a hundred miles an hour. “Follow me,” you gestured with your head and jogged to the back of the tower.

 Rhodey followed suit, and you would have marvelled at the silly picture the two of you made, marching seriously with grocery bags in your hands, had the situation not been so serious. It took a while to get to the back of the tower despite the jogging, it was a big tower.

 “This is one of the tower’s breaker boxes,” you said as you accessed the hidden panel behind the metal plating that covered the exterior of the tower. Opening the box, you bit back a curse.

 “What’s wrong,” Rhodey asked urgently.

 You stepped aside to let the man take a look for himself. “That’s not Stark tech is it,” he stated more than asked. The offending, spider looking device that latched onto the circuits in the breaker box continued to blink. It was AT technology, you recognized. Head whirling with possibilities, you realized with a renewed sense of urgency that you needed to get inside the tower and get to Tony. Thankfully, removing the device took almost not technical expertise, all it took was a simple yank. You watched as the circuit panel flashed and noted the blinking patterns of the light. You thanked every deity there was out there that Tony had taken the time to drill the tower’s basic security system and protocol into your head.

 “Good, the tower’s system is rebooting itself, we should have JARVIS back about….now.” Exchanging quick nod with the military man next to you, you called out to the British AI. “JARVIS.”

 “Ms (l/n),” he acknowledged, and you let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh dear, it would seem that my system has been breached.”

 “I know, what happened?” You asked.

 “I was helping Mr Stark with his preparations when I felt the electronic attack on my system, I was unable to announce the intrusion before the attack hijacked my speech protocols, but I was able to put the building in lockdown before I was put to sleep completely.” You nodded, knowing that the AI could see and he took that as a sign to continue, “I’m disabling lockdown now, it would be best if we continued the conversation inside. It would seem that Mr Stark is missing from the tower.”

 You and Rhodey didn’t need to be told twice, both of you made a beeline for the penthouse within the tower. Upon arriving at the top floor, both of you looked around wildly, hoping to see signs or hints that would tell you about Tony’s whereabouts. But there were no signs of struggle.

 “JARVIS, I hope you got something,” Rhodey said as he inspected the room. You on the other hand, were staring at the candle-light dinner that was spread out on the bar, touched, worried and angry all at the same time.

 “The attack only deactivated all my active protocols, but did not affect my passive functions. It would seem that I have managed to record the attack on the passive security feeds within the tower.” JARVIS announced after a few moments.

 It wasn’t much, but it was something, and both your and Rhodey’s shoulders sagged marginally in relief. “Roll it,” Rhodey ordered. On cue, a holographic screen popped up before the two of you. You watched as a group of 8 masked perpetrators placed inside the circuit box and thereafter break into the tower. Instead of heading straight for Tony however, they went for Tony’s workshop in the basement. Then, you watched with daunting concern as the female figures of the attackers dissembled all of Tony’s suits in a short span of 25 minutes.

 “Tuners,” you muttered under your breath.

 “That cannot be humanly possible,” Rhodey breathed out in disbelief. Oh but it was, in fact they were already considered slow. A group 4 tuners, synchronized to the Pledge queen could dissemble one of Tony’s suits in under a minute. Whilst speed-assembly was a skill unique to AT technology, you knew that theoretically, with enough practice and understanding, it could be applied to other machinery as well.

 Then the scene fast-forwarded to 5 minutes later, and you watched in horror as Tony was ambushed on the balcony, while he was spreading rose petals in the newly installed Jacuzzi tub. That explained the lack of struggle, and also the lack of forced entry and exit despite the building’s lockdown. Tony was already outside when he was attacked. To his credit, Tony actually managed to fend off 3 of his attackers before he was overwhelmed and sedated. You watched, anger rising, as one of them hauled Tony onto their shoulders and escaped on an odd-shaped jet.

 “That jet is definitely not military issue, anywhere,” Rhodey stated.

 No it wasn’t, you agreed mentally, that aircraft was built using AT technology. Your blood boiled, first these people attack the Kaiba mansion, then they trash Tony’s party, then they cause you and Tony to fall-out while putting Pepper in mortal danger and almost kidnap your mom, and now this.

 Rhodey, who had no idea about your bloody background was shocked by the killer intent rolling off you. ‘She must really like Tony,’ he thought to himself. “This is way above my paygrade. We need to take this to SHIELD.” The air force commander said.

 You agreed, even though your first instinct was to hunt down those son of a bitches and tear them to bits. You didn’t have the formidable support of Malik and the rest of the Kaiba security team, you needed information and resources if you were going to raise hell.

 “I hope you don’t mind flying, this is the fastest way to get there and time is of the essence” Rhodey said as he gestured to War Machine that had flown in at Rhodey’s command. Apparently Tony had shared his suit-summoning technology.

 Instead of answering him, you called for the AI. “JARVIS.” As if reading your mind, the mechanical arms at the take-off pad of the balcony suited you up. Once you were in what Tony dubbed the ‘passenger suit’, you nodded at the Iron Patriot. “Lets go.”

 Nobody steals your charge, nobody.

 Rhodey watched your form worriedly, and took yet another sip of the coffee that was offered to him. The two of you have been waiting in the meeting room for more than 15 minutes and all you got was ‘Director Fury will attend to you soon.’ You sat there, glowering, your coffee untouched.

 Then, the meeting room door slid open and both of you turned, expecting the one-eyed director, instead it was yet another runner agent. “Director Fury says he’ll be around soon, please be patient,” he said, doing his best to mask his nervousness. Ah yes, he was one of the newer agents whom you threw around during one of your distressing spars.

 Completely ignoring the agent’s words, you got up and exited the room. Rhodey shot an uncertain glance at the young agent and followed you.

 “Commander Rhodes, Ms (l/n)! You can’t go there! It’s for authorized personnel only! The agent yelled, chasing after the two of you. Ignoring his calls completely, you stormed your way to the bridge.

 “Commander Rhodes, Ms (l/n),” Fury acknowledged as you burst onto the bridge. “I believe I had my men tell you that I would be with you shortly.” He said calmly, with a hint of edge to his voice.

 “Yes well, you were taking too long,” you shot back, your typical professionalism nowhere to be found. Right now you weren’t (f/n) (l/n), Tony Stark’s personal assistant. Right now you were the hell hound, and the hell hound takes shit from no one.

 Rhodey’s eyes nearly fell out at the flagrant disrespect you were showing to the director of SHIELD. He knew you were upset that Tony was kidnapped but still…apparently the rest of the occupants on the bridge shared his sentiments and everyone was staring at you with varyubf degrees of shock.

 Fury eyed you critically, mentally debating whether or not to call you out for your disrespect, but someone else beat him to it.

 “You will show Director Fury some respect,” Agent Hill cut in from the side.

 Your mood darkened further, and you made it known. Focusing all your killer intent, you glared at the female agent, and she immediately shut up. Even though Agent Hill knew that she had a good chance of taking you out, especially with a bridge full of other SHIELD operatives, but you had the intent to kill while they were only going to subdue you. That meant blood will definitely be spilled. For now, it was probably prudent to not antagonize you further.

 Fury had obviously came to the same conclusion as his right-hand woman because he put his arm up, signalling for her and the rest of his agents to stand down. Your body-count was almost as high as Clint and Natasha’s, and you’ve only been in the business for a fraction of the time they have, pissing you off would not be a good idea.

 Seeing as no fight was about to break out, you asked the most important question. “So, what’s the plan?”

 “We seem to be having a bit of a quandary right now,” Fury started, purposefully not looking at you. You took note of this but made no move, yet. “Since yesterday, there had been no less than 6 attempts on Dr. Sumeragi. According to our intel, she is the prime target of this hostile organization.”

 “But none of the attempts have been successful right?” Rhodey asked, his military instincts kicking in.

 “No, we have devoted all available manpower to protecting Dr. Sumeragi.” You sensed a ‘but’ in there somewhere. “Which is the source of my quandary. SHIELD does not have the manpower she used to before the Hydra uprising. Currently, we don’t have the necessary men to look for Stark right now. But we are reordering personnel as we speak. A task force will be on it by tomorrow,” Fury finished.

 He was being unexpectedly forthcoming, but then again, of course he was, he was basically telling you that SHIELD can’t help. You contemplated how you should phrase your reply carefully.
 “Well we don’t have much time. Whoever these people are, they could be hurting Tony as we speak, so if SHIELD can’t get on it right away, I’ll just do it myself. Any information you have on the situation would be much appreciated.” Despite your mild annoyance, you decided to go for the more polite approach seeing as Fury was very generous with his explanation.

 “I’m afraid I can’t do that Ms (l/n), our intel is classified and you are unfortunately not a SHILED agent,” the edge in his voice was back.

 A million and one comebacks ran through your head, but you managed to shove them aside. There was no time to waste, especially not on arguing with Fury who isn’t going to give you any information. “In that case Director Fury, I have no more business here.” At that, you walked off. You had calls to make.

 “Wait,” Fury called out, but you ignored him. You were done with SHIELD. “(l/n) I said STOP.” A team of 4 agents stepped in front of your path, forcing you to step. You whirled around and stared at Fury expectantly.

 “The situation is complicated enough as it is, I cannot have you going rouge and complicating it further. This isn’t Japan, you have no jurisdiction here,” Fury pressed.

 “Well then, you have my deepest apologies for all the inconveniences I’m about to cause you,” you threw back at him. Really, did it look like you gave a damn about jurisdiction? You made a move to push past the 4 agents.


 Oh wow, raised voices, how intimidating, you rolled your eyes. “With all due respect Director Fury, it’s like you said, you’re not the one signing my paycheck, so you can’t order me to do anything. Good day director,” you bowed with mock pleasantry.

 Just as you were about to storm off the bridge, the entire Helicarrier shook, static flashed on every screen and alarms rang off everywhere.

 “WHAT’S GOING ON!” Fury bellowed

 “Sir! We have a breach in our syste-…“ The technician on the bridge trailed off when every single screen on the bridge flickered to show the face of a familiar raven.

 “(f/n)-nee?” Your blood froze at the shaky tone of his voice.

 “Mokie?” You turned back and ran to the nearest console.

 “(f/n)-nee!!” If the desperation in his voice didn’t set you off, the tears that were running down his face would have.

 “Sir-“ An agent started but was waved off by Fury, if memory serves his right, this was the younger of the two Kaiba brothers.

 “Stand down, it doesn’t seem to be a deliberate attack.” Agent hill muttered while everyone waited to see what the crying teen would say.

 “Nii-sama, he…(f/n)-nee you have to get him back, I was, I shouldn’t have…” Mokuba choked out in between tears.

 Your blood froze at the words ‘get him back’. “Mokie, I need you to calm down and tell me exactly what happened,” you said slowly. Your surrogate little brother nodded and took a few calming breaths.

 “I was helping Nii-sama out with some prototype, I stepped out to grab dinner for both of us and-“Mokuba was suddenly cut off as he was pushed aside by a familiar blonde.

 “Kaiba’s been kidnapped, it’s the same people who attacked the mansion. I’ve sent out feelers for them now, I should have intel soon. What’s the plan wild cat?” Malik asked, his tone light, but the shadows in his eyes betrayed his seriousness.

 “We get them back.” You stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

 “Them?” Malik and Mokuba chorused.

 “They took Tony,” your voice dropped several degrees.

 Malik looked like he wanted to say something, but Fury had heard enough.

 “Mr Ishtar, Mr Kaiba, I will overlook your hijacking of our system this once, on the condition that it is to never happen again and that you disclose your methods to us,” the aged director cut in.

 “Of course,” Malik acquiesced. Whatever helps the one-eyed man sleep at night, after all there was no system in the world that the Kaiba corporation mainframe can’t hack into. Frankly, hacking into SHIELD wasn’t even part of the plan. Mokuba, in his moment of panic sent Noah to contact you, obviously it didn’t occur to the green-haired Kaiba that he should have at least paused and asked for permission if he found you on a military aircraft. Then again, the Kaibas weren’t known for their common sense.

 “Where are you guys now?” You cut in.

 “En route to you,” Malik said. At that you finally took stock of the actual background on screen. They were in a cockpit, the blue-eye white dragon jet’s cockpit to be exact.

 “Meet me at Stark tower in 2 hours,” you threw out before anyone could say anything else. Malik nodded and the transmission was cut off. With the Helicarrier’s system back online, you turned to Fury. You had jurisdiction now, they took Kaiba. And new employment status or not, the hell hound only recognizes one owner. “I don’t suppose you could drop me off at the Stark Tower? It’s the least you could do,” you asked Fury with a sunny smile.  

 “I don’t suppose you could stay here and get Kaiba’s forces to collaborate with SHIELD once we have our task force arranged? It’s the least you could do,” the man levelled.

 You chortled, “It was worth a shot.” And walked off to find a jet or helicopter that you could steal.

 Rhodey, who returned to his senses called out after you, “Hey wait up!! I’ll give you a ride.”
Bar Top Romance CHAPTER 14 [Tony Stark X Reader]
It's here! Chapter 14 is finally here! There is finally some progress on the plot and I am glad to announce that we are 7 chapters away from the end of this story. THE END IS NIGH! (Okay, so not really because each of my chapters are like 5k+ words, but still.) 

Hope that you guys enjoy this chapter! And comments are, as usual, much appreciated! 
"So this is supposed to make the whisky taste better?" Tony eyed you skeptically.

Carefully dribbling water down the back of the barspoon, you nodded. "It's supposed to mellow out the edge of the whisky and bring out the richness of the malt."

"...that's just a fancy way of saying you're diluting the whisky." The billionaire deadpanned.
You shot him a glare. A mizuwari was so much more than just diluted whisky.

"I can't believe we drove around New York state just so you can make me diluted whisky," he whined and you resisted the urge to stab him with the ice pick.

"First of all, it's not diluted whisky, second of all we didn't drive all over New York state, it was just Manhattan and Brooklyn!" You argued back. And really it wasn’t your fault that the specialty ice shop was located in Brooklyn while the shop that carried the soft water was in the meat packing district.

"Whatever you say my dear, now can I have my fancy diluted whisky?"  Tony teased, placing a kiss on your neck.

You resisted the urge to simultaneously stab Tony and shudder in response to his actions. Stupid Tony and his ridiculous ability to elicit conflicting emotions in you...

Eyeing your handiwork one last time, you handed Tony his mizuwari.

Tony grabbed it non too gently and tipped his head in preparation to chug the drink. With reflexes honed over years of training, you smacked him before he could complete the action.

"Sip it." You ordered.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Okay okay, no need to get violent." Bringing the glass to his lips carefully, he thought back to how this whole incident started.

It was another cocktail Friday, and after a few drinks Tony wanted you to make him something uniquely Japanese. Your first reaction was to make him a mizuwari, which was whisky mixed with....water on the rocks.

Of course, as with all simple drinks, the perfect mizuwari was deceptively complex to made. It called for the perfect whisky, hard ice made from distilled water that had 0% impurities that didn't melt easily and soft water that was low in minerals. The latter two were things you didn’t have lying around in the Stark Tower bar, which was why after sending Jarvis on a research run, you dragged Tony across town to make your perfect tipple.

Despite his skepticism, Tony indulged you because that is what Tony does. Although he had no doubts about your cocktail making skills, he was regardless, skeptical about how water could make single malt whisky better.

You watched Tony sip his mizuwari with bated breath, you knew you had inevitably set the expectation for the drink so high that it was possible that going to be disappointed by the simplicity of it. But you stood by your work, it was the best mizuwari a person can find on this side of the earth. Any better, they’d have to fly to Japan for it.

The billionaire playboy sloshed the liquid in his mouth, letting the taste seep into his tongue...and turned to stare at you with stunned eyes.

Swallowing, Tony couldn't control the disbelief that colored his voice. "How..."

"I told you, the water mellows out the alcoholic edge and deepens the flavor." You answered his unspoken question, smugness tinting your voice.

Taking another sip of his drink, Tony grudgingly admitted defeat. "Okay, you were right, this is more than diluted whisky." He pulled you into his lap and buried his face in your neck. "You’re always so full of surprises aren't you?"

At that, Tony couldn’t help but muse about how different things have become ever since you entered his life. Every day, every single day with you is always full of small surprises. The weekly cocktail surprises, animal shaped pancakes for dinner…You brightened up his jet-setting life with all these supposedly mundane surprises…not unlike how the water brightened up this whisky. Amused, he took another greedy sip.

"Hey, share the drink!" You half whined. You could always make yourself another one, but you balancing the ratio of ice to water to whisky perfectly seemed too troublesome at the moment.

Grinning mischievously, Tony stared you in the eye as he drained the glass of its contents. Immediately, you begin squirming in protest. Great now you had to make yourself a new one…

Just as you were about to get up, Tony grabbed you by the shoulder and covered your lips with his. You stilled and parted your lips obediently when Tony’s tongue, cold from the drink, sought for yours. Slowly, the drink trickled into your mouth and shifted yourself to wrap your arms around Tony’s neck as he continued to leisurely feed you the drink through the kiss.

Never let it be said that Tony stark was a selfish man when it came to his drinks.
Bar Top Romance ficlet [Tony Stark X Reader]
Hello my dear readers! I AM SO SO SO SO INSANELY SORRY. 

Life has been so crazy, that I don't even want to deal with it. All my writing inspiration is currently on vacation, something I desperately want to go on.  

So here's a ficlet that I churned out to thank you guys for waiting. 

Chapter 14 is in the works (it's been in the works for eons I know). 

Anyways, thank you guys for all your patience!! Enjoy?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 今年もよろしくお願いします!
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(Contains: sexual themes and strong language)
 As always, you were the first to wake. The normally cold room was a lot warmer than usual, but you knew it wasn’t because of the warm rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The source of warmth behind you stirred and you allowed yourself a small smile. “Tony?” You murmured. The soft breathing against the nape of your neck was your only reply.

 ‘I guess he isn’t awake yet,’ you thought to yourself and wriggled to make yourself more comfortable. You were in no rush to get out of bed anyways, cold air in your opinion, is pure evil. However, you suddenly stiffened when you realized something hard poking you from behind. Your first reaction was to groan inwardly in denial.

 ‘It can’t be, this is too cliché, shit like that only happens in the movies!’ Tentatively, you shifted again, and the back of your thigh inevitably rubbed against the appendage in question. The reaction was instantaneous, the steady breaths on the back of your neck morphed into a breathy moan and Tony tightened his hold on you, pressing himself against your back.

 ‘Calm down,’ you told yourself, falling back to your breathing exercises (albeit for a completely different reason right now), ‘This is normal, this is a normal biological reaction.’ You convinced yourself futilely.

 For a while, you laid there tense and unmoving while Tony’s erection remained stubbornly pressed against your thigh. Your decision to remain still was based on two reasons, the first, you didn’t want to…’agitate’ Tony any more than you have, and the second, you didn’t want to risk waking Tony. Unlike Tony, you actually have shame, and although it is his erection poking at you, you were pretty sure that you’d be the one dying of embarrassment.

 Unfortunately for you, tenseness and hypersensitivity went hand in hand, and it wasn’t long before the warm breaths on the back of your neck began to tingle. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of every point of skin contact between you and Tony. Especially his lips that were mere millimetres from junction between your neck and shoulder. Then, Tony’s moved. Precisely speaking, Tony thrust his hips against yours, eliciting another groan. The action sent shivers down your spine and his hot breath against your neck toppled you into arousal. A few more thrusts later, Tony was effectively humping you and it was taking all of your self-control to not buck back against him. You wondered if Tony was actually awake and doing this on purpose. Then suddenly, just as you were fighting against your libido and thinking of how to get out of the situation, the source of heat behind you rolled away. Cold air immediately attacked your back, but instead of tensing up, you relaxed, relief running through your body even though it is still in overdrive.

 Several moments later Tony snapped his eyes open and greeted you sunnily. “Morning babe,” he said with a sleepy smile.

 Normally, you would have blushed, or cooed (mentally of course) at that smile, but this morning all it did was make you want to jump Tony right there and then.

 ‘One-sided sexual tension,’ your lamented inwardly. ‘Only you (f/n), only you,’ You sighed, sexual-frustration running all time high. Perhaps a 9 year dry spell hadn’t been such a great idea… Caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize that your face had contorted into a frown. An action that sent alarm bells ringing in Tony’s head. Was something bothering you? Was spooning a bad idea? Was it the kissing? Did he overstep his boundaries?

 “(f/n)?” He asked tentatively, swapping out his usual pet name for you in favour of your real name.

 Tony’s concerned tone successful dragged you out of your thoughts. Doing a 180, you looked at him with an equally sunny smile, “Yes Tony?” Okay so maybe it was more like a 270 given how much you were overcompensating your smile to cover your frustration.

 “Is everything alright?” He asked, eyes serious.

 Catching the underlying worry in his eyes, you translated that as ‘are we alright?’ “Yea, just...had a bad dream,” you lied. A tiny voice in your head scoffed. Bad dream, right, Tony’s morning wood was just a bad dream.

 Thankfully for you, Tony seemed to buy your lie. “You poor thing,” he said, relief lacing his words as he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you close to him.

 You couldn’t help it. In your defence, you’ve resisted this reaction for over half an hour this morning. The moment Tony pulled you close, and unknowingly pressed his still-hard erection against the curve of your ass, you jerked. The action forced and unbidden moan to escape from Tony and he broke away from you almost as fast as he pulled you in.

 To your surprise however, Tony wasn’t gloating nor joking about the situation. Instead, he was red, spluttering mess. “Oh fuck…jesus, I didn’t, I’m so-..gods I didn’t realize. I…I’m sorry!” He stammered.

 Perhaps it was the unexpectedness of his reaction, or perhaps the morning’s incident fried your brain. Either way, the irony of the situation sent you into an uncontrollable laughing fit.

 “Um..(f/n)?” Tony asked, his embarrassment giving way to bewilderment. He was not expecting that reaction from you.

 “Sorry, it’s just…” You toyed with the idea of telling him the truth behind your ‘bad dream’, but then decided against it. It would just make things more awkward. “I’ve never seen you so flustered,” you said between laughs. Then, when you finally calmed down enough to look at Tony properly, the stunned look on his face sent you into another giggling fit.

 Obviously, Tony’s ego finally kicked in because his face quickly morphed into that of displeasure. “I do not get flustered!” Tony stated indignantly.

 “Uh huh,” you snorted as you tried to get your giggling under control.

 Unfortunately, Tony wasn’t amused by all your laughing, and so he did the only thing his wounded pride could think of. He tickled you. Strong arms wrapped around your middle as his fingers ran wild along the side of your stomach. Caught off guard, laughter erupted from you as you struggled to supress the instinct to cause bodily harm to your tormentor. That didn’t mean you didn’t put up a fight however, you thrashed around wildly, not truly making an effort to escape as Tony continued his merciless tickling.

 Somewhere along the line, Tony ended up straddling you to limit your struggling. Between Tony’s half-hard erection and your thrashing however, sexual tension immediately returned ten-fold, and the innocent tickling soon took on an arousing edge. It was a complicated feeling as you alternated between shuddering and struggling, breathy moans sneaking into your laughs. Soon, there were more moans than giggles and your thrashing had become disguised humping, an action that Tony was reciprocating instinctively. An unexpectedly loud moan from both Tony and yourself as you both bucked into each other sharply sent both of you crashing back into reality.

 Both of you stilled almost instantly. Nobody dared move a muscle as what both of you processed what you just did. You stared at Tony, unable to break eye contact while Tony stared back, his blush mirroring yours. Both of you were painfully aware of his erection that was pressed between your legs. Amidst the awkwardness and embarrassment though, was lust, and neither of you could decide if you wanted to bury yourself in a hole for the rest of eternity or kiss the other person senseless.

 A loud grumble from Tony’s stomach made that decision for you.

 “We should probably get breakfast,” you choked out, voice still breathless.

 Tony nodded dumbly and then swallowed thickly, “Yea we should.”

“Yea,” you echoed.

 For a moment nobody moved, then faster than the naked eye could follow, Tony scrambled off you and dashed off into the toilet. Burying your head into the soft pillow, you muffled a scream.

 Well that was great way to start your morning.

 Breakfast was, expectedly, awkward. Lunch wasn’t any better, some light conversation was managed. However you and Tony’s attempt at pretending the morning’s incident didn’t happen failed spectacularly. You could hardly look at each other without blushing or stammering. To make matters worse, Tony’s original plans had been to stay in for the day, so both of you couldn’t even distract yourselves with sights and activities. Having run out of things to do, the two of you had to resort to an early dinner, which was what you were munching on thoughtfully.

 Silence reigned supreme as you chewed mechanically, the taste of the food lost to you as you were deep in thought. Sure, what happened in the morning was unexpected, but hardly inconceivable. You were both consenting adults who are attracted to each other. The turn of events, albeit surprising, wasn’t abnormal. Besides, Tony bedded women all the time, heck, you played witness to the foreplay involved more than once, so why were you still blushing like a shy schoolgirl? ‘It’s all just natural, biological reaction,’ your mind asserted. Conclusion in mind, you decided that the awkward tension that plagued the two of you for the better half of the day had to go. Evidently Tony had similar thoughts because both of you spoke at the same time.


Both of you quickly snapped your mouth shut and stared at each other, eyes meeting as you did. Your face heated up almost instantaneously, and all previous thoughts about defusing the situation left you. An awkward silence once again settled between the two of you and after a while, you decided to try again.

 “So,” you brought up with false cheer, “What’s next on the agenda?”

 Tony pulled out his phone and scrolled down to the itinerary. “Jacuzzi,” he read out loud without thinking. You twiddled your fingers awkwardly as you waited for a follow-up comment, but there was none. Unable to take the tense silence anymore, you stood up abruptly, muttering about changing into your swimsuit.

 It seemed like a great excuse at the time, it gave you a chance to regroup in the bathroom and clear your head. It was only when you walked back out in your bikini did both of you realize how terrible the Jacuzzi idea was. Tony had taken the liberty of changing into his swimming trunks and found himself a spot in the Jacuzzi that occupied the balcony. You felt incredibly self-conscious, walking towards the balcony, not because Tony was staring at your barely-covered form but because he was trying so hard to not stare. Tony gave you a wide berth as you settled yourself in the Jacuzzi, scooting away to the far end of the tub leaving a good meter of space between the two of you. The awkward silence continued as you both snuck obvious glances at each other.

 You wanted to berate yourself for all your not-so-subtle glances, but it was hard for your eyes to not stray when a shirtless Tony sat across you. ‘Shirtless and wet,’ your unhelpful mind supplied. While you were raging a battle against your hormones, Tony was waging a war of his own. Namely, one between his head and his dick. Unfortunately for him, the latter was winning. It wasn’t his fault though, Tony tried to reason with himself. You were in a bikini, a revealing bikini (granted, he was one who bought it). It was taking all of Tony’s willpower to not mentally undress you, not that there was much left to imagination. Noting that his thoughts had taken a dangerous turn, Tony tried to distract himself with other thoughts. That plan ran awry too when the morning’s images came flooding flooded him. Except now, your sleeping clothes were replaced by the bikini you were now wearing.  From the corner of your eye you could see a bulge beginning to form in Tony’s trunks. Resigning in the blush that was starting to spread, you fumbled for a solution. Glancing around wildly (or as wildly as you can without being obvious), your eyes settled the bar tucked away in the suit. Life wasn’t such a bitch after all.

 Remembering that it was Friday, you quickly got out, towelling yourself at record speed and made a beeline for the bar. Tony’s eyes followed you with a confused look on his face.

 “Can’t go around ruining our Friday night ritual now can we?” you commented.

 Tony nodded, but waited a while before following suit (probably waiting out his unfortunate hard-on), and took his usual seat before you at the bar. Tony sat quietly while you picked out alcohols for the drink, drowning himself in your fluid motions. Conversation hadn’t been this sparse since the first cocktail night you guys had. Frankly, the silence was killing you.

 “Tony, could you put on some music?” You asked as you shovelled some ice into the shaker.

Grateful for something to break the silence, Tony did as he was asked. Several moments later, acid jazz filled the room. Figuring that you guys needed a stiff drink, you mixed up something you don’t normally make. Setting two cups before Tony, you gave the lighter a twirl before setting the drink aflame, the alcoholic beverage instantly caught fire. You tried to keep the surprise off your face when the fire burned stronger than you expected it to, so perhaps increasing the dosage of the drink wasn’t such a good idea….

 “The Zombie,” you stated as you waited for the fire burned itself out.

 Picking up the glass carefully, Tony gave it a suspicious sniff. “What’s in it?”

 “4 different types of rum, apricot brandy, pineapple juice and lime juice,” you rattled as you picked up your own drink and took a generous sip.

 Tony hmmed and  brought the drink to his lips. “Doesn’t taste that alcoholic.” He stated and then proceeded to chug the drink.

 The action annoyed you a little, as a bartender, you prefer your cocktails to be enjoyed, not downed like cheap liquor. So Tony wants to get drunk? Then he shall.

 4 more deceptively strong cocktails later, Tony was getting sufficiently tipsy, as were you. Truth of the matter was, while your alcohol tolerance was above average, you weren’t impervious to its effects like Tony assumed. Your body simply metabolizes alcohol much faster, hence allowing you sober up and avoid hangovers. That and you operated at a much higher level than most people when under the influence of alcohol. Hence despite your sharp movements, you were actually getting quite buzzed. You paused your work as you thought about what drinks to make next. You’ve pretty much gone through most of the heavy hitters, other equally strong drinks would require very little mixing and thus wouldn’t keep you occupied for long. But who were you kidding, even with the music, the silence was getting unbearable.

 “…You wanna learn how to make a Malibu Sunrise?” You asked suddenly.

 Tony looked up from his glass at the sudden question. “Um….sure.” He shrugged.

 “Come around,” you motioned, moving in further to make space for Tony.

 Tony slid behind the bar and listened to your explanation with interest, inwardly glad for the distraction from the tension that’s been haunting the two of you all day.

“Mix the Malibu and the orange juice, then pour the grenadine syrup down the side. Got it,” Tony said, fumbling up the bottle of Malibu eagerly.

You hung back, amused. Tipsy Tony was fun to watch. You wisely kept quiet as Tony over-poured the Malibu and nearly spilled the orange juice.

“This is a lot harder than it looks,” Tony admitted. Your actions have always been so fluid and steady, he felt like a clumsy kid compared to you.

You smiled and shook your head slowly. “It takes a while, you’re doing really good for your first time,” you said as you passed Tony the bar spoon to the shaker. You had intended to let Tony stumble through his first cocktail, but your body moved on its own when Tony started stirring he drink much like how most people stir their tea. “No no, you’re not supposed to let the spoon hit the sides of the glass!” You blurted out.

Tony quickly stopped what he was doing, “Then how am I supposed to stir it?”

“You’re supposed to swirl the spoon in such a way that the ice is suspended in a small…whirlpool in the glass. The spoon can’t hit the sides of the glass or the ice or it’ll melt even faster and mess up the ratio..” You struggled to explain the technique in English.

“….Whirlpool? Really?” Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow at you.

Sighing, you moved between Tony and the bartop, trapping yourself between Tony’s naked torso and the counter without much thought. Grabbing Tony’s hand with your own, you moved his hands into position and guided him through the process, completely neglecting how your unclothed back was in contact with his equally unclothed body. Tony laughed to himself, you were always so adorably focused on all things cocktail related. He was certainly savouring the moment though, it wasn’t every day that you initiated physical contact, especially not in your current state of undress.

“You get the feeling now Tony?” You craned your neck round to ask, forgetting how close you were to him. You immediately realized your mistake however when you locked gazes with Tony, his nose only millimetres away from yours. Suddenly you lost all ability to speak as you were enraptured by Tony’s clouded gaze.

 “Dance with me.” Tony suddenly asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

All you could do was nod dumbly, the closeness, combined with the husky quality of Tony’s voice overriding all your senses. If you were any more sober, you’d have blamed the sudden change in atmosphere on the alcohol. As it was however, all you were capable of doing was reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck while Tony wrapped his arms around your waist. Both of you swayed slowly to the music, caught up in the alcohol induced moment. Your faces drifted closer and closer and eventually your lips met. The kiss was languid, but full of passion. Tony wasted no time snaking his tongue pass your lips, savouring the lingering taste of the cocktails in your mouth. You instinctively returned the gesture, your tongue coiling around his in an almost teasing manner.

 Suddenly aware of the amount of skin contact you guy shared, the urge to deepen the kiss magnified and you tightened your arms around him, pulling him down so you could kiss him better. After several moments of playful tongue action, Tony broke the kiss moved to suckle on the skin of your neck, causing you to moan and grind into him. You craned your neck to reciprocate the action but was unable to reach his neck. So instead, you ran your hands up and down his chest, caressing as you went. Moans fell from your lips as you savoured the feeling of Tony’s rippling muscles beneath your fingers, feeling every bit as amazing and delicious as you imagined. Your actions seemed to have turned Tony on even more because he backed you into the wall non-too-gently and bit into your neck, cupping your ass as he did. The pain-laced pleasure had you moaning and bucking against him. Instinctively you, you wrapped your legs around Tony. He took that as a cue to pick you up carry you towards the bed.

 Inhibitions completely forgotten, Tony threw you onto the bed and straddled you roughly, his lips never once leaving your body. He continued to kiss your neck, making his way down your collar, then to the valley of your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples through your swimsuit. You arched into him uncontrollably, pleasure shooting through your body. But the contact was clearly not enough for Tony. Annoyed at the material separating him from your skin, he undid the knot the held your top together and yanked it off, throwing it across the room without a glance. Too drunk on alcohol and pleasure to be self-conscious, you moaned Tony’s name wantonly when he captured a stiff bud between his lips. His tongue winding around your nipple while he sucked. Your hips humped his without your permission, craving for friction of any sort.

 “Tony,” you moaned.

 Tony released the tortured bud and looked up, chuckling at your needy form. Your hair spilled over the pillow, your face flushed and your eyes clouded with pleasure. Dissatisfied by the sudden lack of contact, you pulled him in for a heated kiss, grinding your hips into his erection to relief your arousal. Tony broke the kiss and nipped your ear.

 “Naughty girl,” he admonished gently, his voice low. At that, Tony trailed his hand lower and lower until his fingers were resting gently against your lower lips. He rubbed them and smirked at the dampness on the material. “You got out from the Jacuzzi hours ago,” he teased.

 You pouted but couldn’t maintain your displeasure for long as he rubbed soft circles on your clit. “Tony,” you breathed, “Please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Tony commented with a teasing lilt in his voice. Instead of touching you more however, Tony moved his hands away, causing you to mewl in protest. Chuckling at your reaction, Tony pulled off the last article of clothing on you with his free hand, leaving you completely naked beneath him.

 The feeling of being completely undressed before Tony left a rush in you, without thinking you pulled Tony down, crashing your lips into his, an action which he gladly obliged. As he tongue danced against yours, his fingers resumed their previous position. Dipping a finger into your entrance, Tony swore into the kiss. Wriggling his finger inside you, Tony broke the kiss to ask, “Fuck you’re tight, when was the last time you did this again?”

 You addled brain took a while to process the question. “9 years ago,” you replied succinctly before attacking Tony’s neck.

 “Fuck, it’s practically going to be like fucking a virgin,” he muttered between gasps caused by your ministrations. He added another finger, stretching you, as he mapped out the most intimate place on your body. Your open mouthed kisses turned into a bite as Tony curled his fingers to rub against your g-spot. The moan your bite drew from Tony had you repeating the action as he continued to thrust his sopping digits in and out of your pussy. Deciding that you were prepared enough, Tony withdrew his fingers, pausing for a moment to lick them clean. Not thinking straight, you rose up to join him, licking your own juices off his fingers, your tongue mashing with his as he drew you in for a kiss instead.

 While you were distracted, Tony quickly pulled his own trunks off and you stole a glance at the member that has been pressed against you so many times today. If your lips weren’t occupied you’d have licked them in anticipation. You lifted your hips to rub against Tony’s now uncovered member, silently urging him to continue. Tony broke the kiss and settled between your legs, lining up his member against your entrance. You held your breath in anticipation of being filled, being taken by the man you love. Tony squeezed his eye shut as he felt the head of his cock press into your waiting entrance and he couldn’t resist the urge to look down at your eager and willing form.

  ‘Mine, my love, my woman-‘ he thought and then he stopped short. The passionate gleam in Tony’s eyes faded into a cross between horror and disappointment and he scrambled off you the second time that day, throwing the blanket over you as he did.

 “I’m sorry (f/n) I can’t,” Tony blurted out suddenly. Fuck, he swore to himself, he couldn’t believe how badly he screwed up. He had gotten too carried away. You on the other hand, left hanging, with no explanation felt your temper flaring.

“What the fuck Tony? What do you mean you can’t?” Your sexual-frustration fuelling your anger. He did not just put you through all that and leave you hanging before the main event. Besides, this is Tony, Tony Stark, he does not get cold feet at all things related to sex.

“I just…I can’t alright. I’m sorry,” Tony struggled to explain. He should have just waited, why didn’t he wait, it was just another few hours. Why did he have to go think with his dick. Stupid stupid Tony.  He tried so hard to do things right by you and he had to screw up at the last minute.

Tony’s explanation, or lack of thereof, left you feeling vulnerable and disgusting. You were aware that Tony often bedded much more attractive women, but you didn’t think you looked that terrible. Was it your scars? Despite your best efforts, you were a cage fighter and a bodyguard, it was impossible to be unmarked, even with your skills. But the worst of your scars was a thin, faded white line across your lower back, the rest were barely visible thanks to laser treatment, courtesy of Kisara-sama. You curled up into a ball subconsciously, insecurity written all over your face. You were not going to cry, you weren’t.

 Tony snapped out of his thoughts just in time to see the damage he has done. Oh great he’s screwed up even more. Now he’s made you feel like shit.

“Babe, look at me, it’s not you, it’s me,” he started then stopped when he realized that what he just said probably made things even worse.

“It’s you? Well I guess it has to be, you’re the one who’s always being serviced by gorgeous women, totally not my fault that I don’t live up to your standards,” you spat out bitterly without thinking.

 Tony groaned. He definitely just made things worse. Seeing Tony speechless, you angrily got off the bed, clutching the blanket to your body to get dressed. You were feeling far too vulnerable naked.

Your sudden action alarmed Tony and he quickly called out, “(f/n)! Wait!”

“What!? I’m going to get dressed so you don’t have to look at my disgusting body anymore!” You all but yelled.

Tony wanted to shoot himself in the head, repeatedly. Really? You thought you weren’t attractive to him? Even though he was sitting there with a raging hard-on despite all his self-loathing?

“I just wanted to do things right by you!” He blurted out.

You stopped.

“What?” You cocked your head to the side in confusion.

He sighed, looks like cat’s out of the bag.

“You’re…you’re important to me. You’re not just another notch in my bedpost and I don’t want you to feel that way. I wanted things to be official before we took this step,” he confessed.

 You sat back down with a huff, uncertain if you wanted to be relieved or annoyed. You decided on both, because for fuck’s sake, for the first time in your life, sex actually seemed like it would feel good. You actually felt good and wanted to fuck, but no, Tony chooses this time to be sentimental.

“Look Tony I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know when you’ll be ready. And I don’t want to be left sexually frustrated until you are ready to be official!” You said, trying hard not to sound annoyed and failing.

 Tony searched your eyes and then sighed loudly. Then, very grudgingly, he admitted, “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight, after dinner. But I guess now it’s ruined.” He sighed bitterly.

 You perked up at that. He was planning to confess to you tonight? “So, does that mean we can do it now?” You asked hopefully.

Tony mock glared at you and threw a pillow in your face which you caught with ease. “No, we can’t.”

You pouted, “But!” You whined.

 Tony stood up, shimmied into his boxers and threw one of his shirts in your direction.

“But nothing. I need to go figure out a new surprise confession now. And don’t give me that look,” he warned as you attempted to give him the puppy dog eyes. “I said I’ll do things right by you and I mean it.” He said resolutely.

 You sighed, Tony was nothing if not stubborn, you knew you weren’t going to get him to change his mind on the issue. So instead, you tried for a different angle.

“Alright, but…at least help get me off?” You asked with a tinge of hope as you dropped the blanket.
 Tony drank in your naked form, sorely tempted but then shook his head. You had no idea what you did to him. Tony was a man of his word, yes, but he also wasn’t a saint. He didn’t trust his self-control to be good enough to resist the temptation of fucking you senseless a second time. So, despite his dick screaming at him for being an idiot, Tony moved to pull his shirt over your head.

 “Go to sleep babe,” he stated in a tone that you often used on him when he was being petulant.

 Inwardly, you mused at the role reversal. “But Tony~~” You whined again.

“Go to sleep (f/n),” he repeated, and without waiting for your reaction, he pulled you under the covers with him, once again spooning you.

 Knowing that the decision was final, you sighed and snuggled against Tony’s naked torso. For a moment all was silent, then you snuck a glance and noticed that Tony was still wide awake. Biting your lips, you decided to take the risk. You moved up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, and you looked at him shyly with half-lidded eyes.

“I love you Tony.” There you said it.

“I-“ Tony opened his mouth to reply and then stop short. He looked at you with narrowed eyes and you stuck your tongue out. Looks like your plan was found out. “Nice try babe, now go sleep.” He huffed good naturedly.

You shrugged. Oh well, it was worth the shot.
Bar Top Romance CHAPTER 13 [Tony Stark X Reader]

Hope you guys enjoy your 'present'. I honestly suck at fluff, and then there's some smutty scenes. In short I think I fried my own brain writing this. It's back to the plot proper after this, phew.

Anyways, happy holidays everyone!! 


Depending on who you are and how you think, I either have no life or I have a very exciting life.

I can always be found in front of a computer, either editing, watching anime or reading or editing...

I have a job that I have a love-hate relationship with, we are currently trying to decide who is doing the loving and who is doing the hating. But my bed definitely hates my job because it takes me away from my bed all the time.

I once thought about drawing but sadly lacked the talent and patience, then I took up photography which I was actually not half bad at...until dealing with cameras became part of the job description; then I found writing, which is like talking except no one can shut you up (like now); which is what I've been doing on deviantart ever since!

I also write on where read-inserts are disallowed >-<
For my few readers whom I'm eternally grateful to. And I gotta apologize that work is insanely busy so I really have no time to write the past few days. I'm working on the next chapter but it's fighting for time with my shoots which are taking up my day. Really standing in the sun for 12 hours sucks all energy out of you man.

2 more days till this is over and I can get back into writing.

So, hang on and THANK YOU!

Now I gotta get back to editing =P

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s-hammy Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2009
HELLO KEAN!! i have come to join you on deviantart! be prepared to welcome me with open arms :mwahaha:
lovehate-life Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2008
OH! Btw im jd XD
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