One-Night Stand (Tony Stark x reader one shot)

You were sitting in a bar, looking at your drink thoughtfully. Today was the anniversary of you and your boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend. That’s right, you had been dumped on your anniversary, he probably didn’t even remember what day was it. You just felt so… Out of place without him, that’s why you did the thing you would never did if not the situation – you went to the bar, maybe not planning to get drunk, but secretly wanting to. The drink in your hand was the second one, and you already felt a little bit dizzy – you do not drink much, you’re not used to. The loud music around you was annoying, but you had to listen to it. Some stupid, club songs, really not the best thing to listen to, but it was the prize for forgetting about life. Staying at home would hurt.

Suddenly, you hear someone sitting next to you. You were not quite sure if it was good though, you were not drunk enough to talk to strangers right now. You raise your head slightly, wanting to look at your new companion, and nearly let go of a glass in your hand.

- Well hello there, gorgeous – he says to you, smiling rather seductively.

- Hi… You’re that famous guy, aren’t you?

- Heard of me? Oh wait, stupid question, of course you did – great. You just met a celebrity. And from the way he was looking at you, you were quite sure that you should get up and walk away, if you wanted to end up in your own bed tonight. But… That bastard had dumped you for another girl, why would you spend the night alone if he didn’t? You were not that pathetic, to spend the night crying, right? You knew you should get up and leave, that would be the most rational thing to do. But who said you wanted to be rational? Maybe you wanted to have a little fun too?

- I did – you decide to smile carefully – my name’s (y/n).

- Mine’s Tony, but you know that already I presume.

He takes your extended hand, and kisses your fingertips, still smiling seductively. You probably shouldn’t blush right now, but you do, he is a handsome man after all, and a famous one too. You look at your drink, feeling a little bit awkward. Having a boyfriend since a few months, and being rather shy girl, you were clueless of what to do when flirting with strangers. On the other hand, he does know, luckily.

- I’m surely more interesting than that little drink of yours, am I not? – good point. You smile at him, deciding to be brave tonight. You needed a chance to distract yourself, right? And it just came to you, so why not use it?

- I guess…

- Wanna take a closer look? – he has a full grin right now, leaning closer to you. You panic a little bit, a part of your mind screams that you should not allow him for this, but you can’t help it, and also lean closer, until your foreheads touch. You could swear he smirks with amusement, just before his lips touch yours, causing you to close your eyes. His lips are so soft, who would’ve though…

- I-I don’t think I should be doing that – you murmur, pulling away.

- You’re probably right, but what fun is there in doing what you should do?

- Fair point. I guess I’m just not drunk enough for this…

- We should fix that than, shouldn’t we? Hey, (fav alcohol) for the lady! – he says to the barman, smirking.

- How’d ya know I like it? – you ask, confused.

- Intuition.

- Yeah, right. Besides, I was not supposed to drink more anyways… - you remind yourself of the plans you made, but sounding a little bit unsure. Unsure enough for Tony, it seems.

- You are supposed to now.

You hold your breath for a moment, surprised, feeling his hand on your waist suddenly. How come didn’t you see him…? Your thoughts are interrupted, when he somehow manages to pull your stool closer to his, you have no idea how. He probably had a lot of practice in this, huh? But you do not protest, why would you? You have a handsome celeb right next to you, why in all the nine realms would you be against landing in bed with him? You just giggle instead, and carefully put your hand on his shoulder, taking the drink in the other hand, and taking a sip. You can feel Tony’s hand moving gently on your waist, pulling you closer, and you do not protest.

- You know, as for a celeb, like, totally famous guy, what the heck are you doing in the place like this?

- Picking beautiful women up, isn’t it obvious?

- Ohh, now that you mention it, it is~ - you were always curious how did all that girls put tilde in their sentences, but now you assumed it just comes naturally when there is a handsome guy next to you.

It was the moment when you finished your third drink, and Tony bought you the next one, obviously. After the fifth you stopped to remember things, and could only recall some flashbacks from the night.

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You fall at the bed, already only in your underwear. He is standing above you, slowly taking his shirt off, you could swear he was doing it so slowly on purpose.

-Toonyyy!~ - you moan with lust, and he licks his lips seductively, making you even more excited. You’re too drunk to really do something else then just lie and reach out for him, but finally you manage to catch his arm and pull him on the bed.

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You’re embracing him tightly, and he is embracing you. You pant heavily and moan his name, while his lips are on your neck, and hands on your back and bottom. You pull him even closer to you, panting heavily:

-Tonnyyy! I want you! Tonyyy!

- What ya want, baby?

- Oh, I want you in me, oh Tony!

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You wake up. You sigh, feeling soft covers around you, and snuggle deeper into them, until a thought pops up in your head.

Your covers are (f/c), not white. Where are you? Your eyes snap opened, and you feel a little bit panicked for a moment, until you remember what happened last night. Well, at least some fragments of what happened last night. You relax, and think about what options do you have – you can pretend you’re not up yet, and stay in bed for now, leaving the decisions for later, or you can get up and somehow find your way out. You decide to stay in bed for now, sure that Tony won’t be bothering you – in fact you were quite sure you won’t see him again, one-night stand is a ONE-NIGHT stand after all. But it was a good night. You slowly cuddle up with the covers, and drift off to sleep again.