Laughing hearts(Part-2)
Tony Stark × Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Language, intented smut(part-3)
Disclaimer: I own none of the mentioned characters except for the original (Y/N). This is the second of a short series. I take requests so please send them in if you like. Enjoy!
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Y/N placed her hand gently on his cheek, concern reflecting in her eyes.
The board was threatening to pull funding for his and Bruce's new project.
“Are you OK, Tony?” she asked, carefully tilting his face up and looking into his eyes. She recognized the look on his face and knew that something was seriously upsetting him.
She began to trace his hairline and softly stroke his cheek with her thumb. His face softened and his heart began to race as he recongnized what she was doing.
She had gotten her nephew to see the lab, one day. She said that he was obsessed with technology and begged her to take him when he found out where she worked.
Usually, Tony would never have agreed something like that, but he couldn't say no to her.
He even arranged a special tour for him in his private lab.
That was when he realized how much he would do to make her happy. Her smile was worth everything. He loved making her smile.
God, he loved her smile.
Her nephew was sad when the tour ended. He was saying that he didn't think he would ever be able to build something so great, didn't think he would be able to make a difference in the world.
That's when she placed her hand on his cheek, tilted his face upwards and gently traced his hairline, telling him that he was amazing and he could do achieve anything he worked towards, while gently stroking his cheek.
Tony leaned against the doorframe and watched them, his heart warming at the sight.
That was the first time he realized that she meant more to him than he thought.
“I'm good”, he whispered, the stress slowly leaving his body with every movement of her fingers along his skin. Tony's breathing quickened as he realized that her face was just inches apart from his.
He tried to look somewhere, anywhere but her soft lips.
Looking into her eyes instead, his heart almost melted at the concern in them.
His breathing slowly steadied as she withdrew her hand and took a couple of steps back, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving him a soft smile.
“Who was it?” she asked.
“The board. They say that they need solid primary results in two weeks or they're going to reconsider full funding.” He chuckled humourlessly.
“I'd fund it myself, but Pepper won't allow it. She seems to think it'll look more professional and promising if the company funds it.”
“She's not wrong” Y/N said, trying to hide her smirk. Tony rolled his eyes, letting the corner of his lips turn up slightly.
“Come on, let's go.” she said, turning around and heading back into the restaurant.
“Go where, exactly?” he asked, following her.
“The tower. I need to have a word with the board.”
After saying goodbye to Happy and Pepper, Tony and Y/N drove back to the tower, a light drizzle beginning to fall from the dark grey clouds that had formed in the sky.
“We need to go over the presentation for next week. I've emailed the board about the project” Y/N said, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at her phone.
“What'd you tell them?” Tony asked, glancing at her from the driver's seat.
“That even kids know that you can't rush science” she replied, smirking at the billionaire, “but a bit more politely, of course” she added with a laugh.
“Of course” Tony echoed her words, matching her smirk.
Stopping at a red light, his smug expression slowly melted into a thoughtful one.
He looked over at Y/N, watching her trace the raindrops on the foggy glass window. She had a hint of a smile on her face and gently bit her lip as her fingers danced across the pane. Tony's gaze slowly shifted from her fingers to her lips. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and closed his eyes.
‘What is she doing to me?’ he shook his head. ‘Get a damn grip, Stark’ he firmly told himself.
They pulled up into the parking lot of the tower. Parking the silver Audi r8, Tony glanced at Y/N and saw her fiddling with the hem of her dress, attempting to bunch it up.
“It would be greatly appreciated if they could make these dresses less imobolising” she muttered, glancing up and narrowing her eyes at Tony's amused expression.
“Hold on a second” he said, getting out of the car and walking around to her side, opening her door and holding out his hand.
Y/N smiled up at him, taking his hand and getting out of the car.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark” said Y/N, in an amused tone, smiling softly and walking towards the elevator.
‘Mr Stark’. Hearing those words leave her lips, Tony fought the growing urge to pin her against the car and kiss her breathless, taking a deep breath and walking towards the elevator.
Y/N was staring at her phone with a raised eyebrow as Tony came and stood beside her.
“They've conceded” she stated and slipped the phone back in her clutch, smiling victoriously at Tony.
“The board? How'd you manage that?” Tony asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. Y/N laughed.
“I might've mentioned that Dr. Banner would not be inclined to continue working with Stark Industries in ANY manner if they pull the funding for this project and losing the affiliation such a reknowned and acclaimed scientist would heavily tarnish the company's image in the eyes of their investors” she replied, looking at Tony.
Tony stared back at her in shock for a second, before letting out a heavy laugh and asking, “Is any of that true?”
“Not really” she laughed, “but they don't know that, do they?” she finished, a smug smile on her lips.
“Not bad, Miss Y/L/N” Tony said. Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked out of the elevator and into the penthouse.
“You want a drink?” Tony asked, taking off his jacket.
“Sure, I'll have a-”
“Whiskey on the rocks with a twist, I know” Tony said, glancing at Y/N and smirking before making his way to the bar.
Y/N felt herself stiffen.
‘That damn smirk’ she thought. Every single time he shot her that smirk, she had to firmly restrain herself from jumping his bones right then and there.
Y/N had always found Tony attractive, like most of the female population. But she thought that he was cocky, arrogant and narcissistic.
That is, until she met him.
He was cocky, sure. He was also brave, thoughtful, generous, funny, charming, she could go on.
She found herself being drawn to him more and more, even as she tried to convince herself that it was nothing, that she felt nothing. But even as she attempted to push it all away, she couldn't, for long, ignore the way her skin tingled when it touched his, the way her heartbeat picked up everytime she looked into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the twinge she felt in her chest when she saw him laughing with other women.
He was slowly inching his way closer and closer to her heart and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her phone vibrated suddenly, bringing her out of her thoughts. Pulling it out of her clutch, she frowned at it before calling out
“Jarvis, can you put on the news, please?”
“Of course, Miss Y/L/N” came Jarvis's reply. The T.V. flickered on, with reports of the worst thunderstorm in New York in over a decade being read by the anchors.
Tony walked into the living room with two glasses in his hand, raising his eyebrow at the television.
“What's happening?” he asked, handing Y/N the glass of whiskey.
“There's a massive thunderstorm outside” Y/N replied, taking a sip and looking up at Tony, her eyebrows furrowed. “It's not going to be easy getting a cab now” she muttered, turning her head towards the window.
“Then I guess you're stuck here for the night” Tony said, trying to surpress his joy at the notion.
“Uh, I suppose so” said Y/N, biting her lip, avoiding Tony's eye, trying to hide her excitement at spending the night alone with him.
Tony's gaze fell to her lips as he felt himself tense slightly.
“I-uh...I'll just-I'll be right back” Tony managed to get out, before turning around and practically sprinting to his bedroom, leaving a confused Y/N in the living room.
Slamming his bedroom door shut, he threw his head back and closed his eyes.
‘You have got to calm the fuck down, Stark’ he thought, trying, in vain, to push the thought of Y/N's beautiful lips on his out of his head. He sighed in defeat.
“It's going to be a really long night” he groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Exhaling heavily, he changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt before walking into the living room.
“So you said that we need to go over the p-” Tony froze.
Y/N stood near the table, staring at her phone. She wore a tight, peach tank top that seemed to blend in with her skin and black shorts with a beige unicorn pattern, just tight enough to make Tony's eyes almost pop out of his head. Heart racing, he slowly raked gaze his up her legs and over her-
“Are you done staring, Stark?” Y/N said, smirking at the gaping billionaire.
Tony's head snapped up, his shocked, wide eyes meeting Y/N's beautiful, gleaming ones.
“Uh...I, uh...what?” he breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and groaning internally.
‘Great, Tony. She has, apparently, made you lose the ability to speak’ he thought, trying to put together a sentence.
Clearing his throat, he asked “W-Where did you g-get that?” nodding to Y/N's top.
“When you were in L.A. for that premire last month, Pepper, Nat and I had a slumber party and I forgot to take this back home” she laughed.
“Slumber party? Anything...interesting happen?” Tony asked, wagging his eyebrow, trying to regain his cool.
Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I'm not sure you consider tequila and girl talk interesting, Stark” she said, pulling back a chair and opening her laptop.
“Was there nudity involved? Or maybe wrestling or pillow-”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Now can we please finish these?” Y/N asked, shooting the billionaire a glare.
“Certainly” he chuckled, sitting down beside her.
An hour later, they were finishing the last part of the presentation and Tony was having a hard time focusing on it.
He was having a hard time focusing on anything but her.
He watched her, studying her face as she edited the last part of the presentation, eyebrows furrowed, her tongue slowly gliding over her lips.
Tony subconsciously mimicked the motion, darting his tongue over his lips, his breathing becoming slightly heavier.
“Ok, it's almost done. Do you want the slides to change automatically or would rather it be manual?” Y/N asked, turning the laptop towards him and moving her chair closer to his.
Instantly, Tony's muscles tensed as he became painfully aware of how close to him Y/N was, her thigh lightly brushing against his, making his breath quicken even more.
“Um, the first one” Tony replied distractedly, eyes fixed to her lips.
“You OK?” asked Y/N, Tony's gaze lifting to her eyes. “You've been acting weird for the last couple of hours.”
“I'm fine” he muttered, standing up, trying desperately to repress his rapidly strengthening, overwhelming desire for her.
“Tony, you know you can't lie to me. What's wrong?” asked Y/N, her voice laced with concern.
Hearing his name from her lips shattered whatever little resolve Tony had left.
Turning around, whispering “Fuck it” under his breath, he grabbed Y/N's face with both his hands and crashed his lips into hers.