Avengers Imagines

Please: Tony X Reader

You sighed as you closed your bedroom door behind you. It was roughly three in the morning and you had just gotten back from a mission with the rest of the team. You peeled off your shirt and let it drop on the floor as you made your way to the bathroom attached to your room. You finger combed your hair while waiting for the water to warm up. You turned on the shower and stepped into it letting the warm water pound your aching muscles.

"Y/n?"

The voice was faint but it was definitely your name. You debated answering but the water felt too nice. Maybe if you ignore it, it'll go away. There was a knock on the bathroom door which you just so happened to remember you never locked.

"Y/n I know you're in there." Tony's voice carried through the door.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "What do you want Tony?"

"Well." He seemed to hesitate. "Everyone beat me to the other bathrooms and I don't really want to wait for a few hours until I can at least wash my face."

You rubbed shampoo out of your eye and thought about it. Sure, you were one of few to have a personal bathroom, but someone almost always ends up waiting in line so why couldn't Tony? Not to mention the fact that you were currently in the shower and was in no hurry to get out. You looked at the double curtin, and one was dark so it's not like he would be able to see you. "Yeah whatever." You sighed and shrugged to yourself. You heard him open the door and mumble a thanks.

If you were being honest, you weren't bothered by the fact that you were in the bathroom at the same time. Since you had started working with the Avengers you had found yourself closest to Tony. Sure you would banter back and forth, throw a couple flirts out there, but you would never just be another body to warm his bed.

"Where do you have- oh I got it." He mumbled while rummaging around your cabinets.

"How's the cut on your face?" You asked as you started to shave your legs. "Is it going to scar resulting in you retreating back to solitude and never leaving the house again?" You smirked to yourself.

"Ha ha." He snorted and turned on the sink. "Doesn't look to horrible. I'll be able to show my face another day."

A few minutes longer and you turned off the water. "Can you please hand me a towel?" You stuck your arm out of the curtin and waited for the towel.

"And miss the show? No thanks sweetheart." He snickered.

"Tony I swear to God if you don't give me a towel. I'll. I'll." You hesitated because at this point he did have the leverage. "Well I'll figure that out later but it won't be pretty." You no more finished before you felt the soft fabric touch your fingers. "Thought you'd see it my way." You pulled the towel in and wrapped it around yourself. "Really Tony? One of the smaller towels?" You looked down at how it barely covered you. You rolled your eyes yet again and stepped out and onto the bath mat.

Tony looked at you through the steamed mirror where he had a small spot rubbed off  to see. A teasing smirk pulled at his lips as he set the washcloth on the sink. "I've no clue what you're talking about." He said innocently.

You stared hard at him, but couldn't wrap your mind around the fact he was bold enough to stand there in only boxers. "You've got some nerve there buddy." You hissed realizing that with the towel this short it would be hard to put on your clothes without exposing yourself. Instead you grabbed the shirt he had setting beside him and pulled it over your head hoping it would be big enough to cover most of you. Thankfully it went half way down your bottom. Skilfully you slid the towel down lower and proceeded to slid you underwear on under the towel.

"You know that shirt looks good on you, but do you know where it would look better?"

"Tony don't even say it." You shook your head as you hung the towel over the rack.

"On my floor." He continued as if you didn't say anything.

You sighed and faced him now. He was leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, covering the reactor. You wanted to look away and say something snarky, but not only did nothing come to mind, you couldn't look away. You found yourself stepping closer to him and reaching up. You cupped his cheek with one hand and traced the cut on his jaw with your thumb.

You could feel your heart starting to pick up speed as he rested his hands on your waist. His gaze searched yours, as if waiting for you to back away from his touch, but you were frozen in place. The sane part of your brain was screaming at you to back away, but you've never listened to it before so why start now? He started to slowly lean forward but he was moving to slow and you knew you would back out at any moment. Letting your heart take over rather than your brain, you slid your hand around the back of his neck to pull him to you faster. He didn't need much more for an invention.

This kisses started out innocent and soft, but the longer the two of you stood there the hungrier they became. It wasn't long before your fingers were trailing down his back and his fingers dug into your waist,  sending shivers through you. The next thing you knew you were sitting on the counter that he had been leaning against. As he trailed kisses down your jaw to your ear you silently wondered how you ended up on the counter when he pulled back to look at you. There was question in his eyes, but it was a question that didn't need words.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his. "Please." You whispered breathlessly. He gave a wicked smile as your legs wrapped around his waist and you kissed him again.

Needless to say, Tony was right about what he said earlier. The shirt did look better on his floor.