Marvel imagines

(4)Tony Stark

Eventually my hand brush against a piece of paper that I decide to pull into the light. As it turns out, the fragile piece of paper is a hundred-dollar bill. As my thumb strokes the crisp surface my eyes roll back into my head because I know exactly who this currency represents. It doesn't take long before the dark-haired narcissist sneaks his arm around my shoulders with a brutish smirk on his face.

"Looks like you drew the winning ticket, sweetheart." says Tony in my ear.

"Not really my view on this situation, but okay." I answer back while trying to find someone else's gaze to meet as a rescue.

However, most people are just chuckling amongst each other, they seem to find my displeased expression entertaining, to say the least. Tony is trying to find my eyes, but I won't let him as I'm making final attempts at finding my way out of this.
"Oh, come on, just get in the closet." Sam says from the bar.

Tony does not waste any more time and pulls me towards the closet with a firm grip around me. When we are locked into the cramped space in almost complete darkness, I break free from his grip. I let my hand search for a wall, press my back against it, and slide down to the cold floor.

"We both know you are enjoying this, princess." Tony says from the other side of the closet.

"Doesn't seem like you know anything about me."

"I know that you look incredibly sexy in those tiny shorts of yours." he replies with his reoccurring smirk.

"Wipe that smug look off your face Stark, you are not fooling anyone, you could not handle me even if I let you."

I try to be snarky; I really do but he's not the only one acting. I've liked him for a while although I would never admit that to him as I barely have admitted it to myself. We are very much alike, clever, humoristic, and flirty but sometimes I feel like I don't know him, like really know him. All these things we have in common are very much on the surface and our conversations are often brief and cheeky.

"Okay, I sense that you are hurt."

"I'm not hurt, I am very annoyed with you."

"I'm sorry, princess, I thought that you liked our sarcastic comments back and forth."

"I used to, but now it just feels like you're constantly trying to make fun of me like you don't actually care for me."

He goes quiet, which is very unusual for him. He then sighs, takes a few steps, and sits down next to me on the floor. His dark eyes are trying to find something to concentrate on that aren't my eyes, he doesn't dare to meet my gaze at this moment. Although, he places his fingertips on my thigh, drawing imaginary pictures onto my leg. I hate myself for shivering at his touch.

"I do care for you sweetheart, more than anyone else."

"I think I know that in a way, but it would be nice to be reminded of it more often. I mean this is one of our longest conversations so far, we don't usually talk about things that matter."

Once again, he goes quiet, carefully choosing his next words. His brows are slightly furrowed, creating a serious expression as his fingers still rest upon my leg. Even though he can't find the courage to look into my eyes, stroking me seems to calm him a bit.

"I just don't think I know how to talk to you properly, you make me kind of nervous which is completely new to me."

Had I made the incredible Tony Stark nervous? He is most famous for his confidence and his way with the ladies but somehow, I had managed to make him nervous. Wow. I can tell that he is being vulnerable at this moment as his body seems slightly tense and his face looks concerned. His eyes are blinking more than usual, and he keeps biting his lower lip.

"Look, I really like you and..."

I don't let him finish his sentence because I already know what he is going to say. Instead, I grab his face and place my lips onto his. His lips are a bit dry, but it doesn't matter, his mouth still tastes wonderful. My hands move to the back of his head and I feel his silky hair.

He was clearly taken off guard by my actions, but it doesn't take him long to adjust. He grabs my waist with a firm grip and pulls me into his lap. Our lips never parted and now my legs are resting on either side of his. Suddenly he pulls away and finally looks me in the eye with those big, mesmerizing eyes.

"Just to be clear, does this mean you like me too?" He says as his eyes become even more dilated.

"Less talking, more kissing."

Tony is about to say something more, but I start grinding my hips against his to keep him quiet. It works and he lets out a sigh that I take as the perfect opportunity to continue the kiss and slip my tongue into his mouth. He doesn't seem to mind and just follows my lead by returning his hands to my waist and helping my movements. His tongue explores my mouth with eagerness and leaves me breathless. Such smooth movements that don't lead to a battle of dominance, more of a beautiful dance.

I can feel him stiffening underneath me which leads to me picking up the pace and letting a couple of sinful moans escape my lips in excitement. He smiles into the kiss, content with my satisfaction. He lets go of my waist, lets his hands slip underneath my shirt, and make their way to my breasts. His experienced hands find my nipples and pinch them lightly. This earns him an even louder moan from my swollen lips. He likes the sound of that and decides to attack my neck so he can hear my sinful sounds clearly into his ear. As his lips wander from my shoulder up to my neck, leaving guilty marks, his fingers keep handling  my nipples. I'm breathing heavily and my grinding has slowed down as my attention has shifted to Tony's lips dancing on my neck.

"Tony, please touch me."

"I am touching you." He says before biting my shoulder.

"You know what I mean." I reply in a strained whisper.

"You are going to have to use your words, baby."

Before I can give Tony his desired answer the door is opened by Clint who is covering his eyes with his hand.

"Your time was over about 15 minutes ago, but I was too afraid to open the door after hearing the sounds coming from this room."

My cheeks are heavily flushed at this point, but Stark seems rather annoyed. His jaw is clenched and his grip around me is tighter. I'm not complaining though, seeing him like this is a turn-on. I giggle to loosen up the tension and stand up from Tony's lap. My hand reaches out to help him up too, but he doesn't see it as he is glaring at Clint while getting up on his own. When he gets to his feet, he reattaches his arm around my waist and pulls me close once more. I send Clint an apologetic smile before we start walking back. As we are walking Tony slides his hand underneath my shirt which causes me to gasp as we reach the common area. He just can't keep his hands off me.

We are greeted with several smirks which causes Tony to sigh in annoyance.

"You guys had fun, I heard." says Sam while snickering.

"Yeah, I thought you hated Tony?" Wanda continues.

"I don't hate him."

Tony looks at me like he is waiting for me to continue my statement, but I simply smile at him before walking towards the couch. Tony sits down and I place myself onto his lap, causing both of us to think back to the moment in the closet. I bite the inside of my cheek and move my hips slightly, generating Tony to grunt. I like teasing him, I like getting him riled up. But more importantly, I like him. I lean back into his chest, turn my head, and whisper into his ear.

"I like you too, you know."

Tony's eyes dilate and instead of answering verbally, he places several kisses all over me.