kiss & make up ⋆ t. stark
pairing: boss!tony stark x assistant!reader
warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, minors dni, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, vulgar language, praise kink, oral sex (f), cunnilingus, little grinding, fingering, tony stark.
summary: you’ve been tony’s assistant for a few years now and have been cleaning after him throughout your career. one day, tony decided to throw an early spontaneous birthday party for himself, and like always, left you to clean it up. though, tony found a way to make it up to you.
word count: 2.2k
author’s note: this is my first fic on here so enjoy sjkdjsks please leave a comment & reblog <3
Being Tony’s assistant was one hell of a job. You thought it was a simple assistant position where you would file papers, get coffee, create meetings and schedules. Escaping death and running from terrorists or aliens was never in the job’s description; you couldn’t leave if you wanted to, you were far too involved to go now. So, you were stuck with Tony Stark for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Another thing that wasn’t in the job description was cleaning up after Tony’s mess after he threw a spontaneous party and slept with a random girl there. You were exhausted. Tired of being his cleaner. Maybe you’d take your chances and leave this job. God bless whoever would come after you if you did succeed with leaving.
You were now standing in front of Tony’s mansion after Happy had informed you of another party that Tony threw. From what Happy told you, Tony decided to host a birthday party for himself three days in advance. He told Happy that he wanted to throw an early birthday party, and on the day of his birthday, he would host another one. You promptly ended the call after Happy informed you of Tony’s shenanigans. You didn’t want to deal with this if you hadn’t had your morning coffee yet.
You took in a deep breath before knocking on the door. A few moments of silence passed before the intercom made a staticky noise.
“State your name, please.” The familiar voice of Jarvis spoke through the intercom, and a loud sigh left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose.
“It’s me, Jarvis.” You answered tiredly, “Happy called me and told me what happened last night.”
“Ah, Ms. L/N,” Jarvis responded, his tone lighter. “Please come in.” The doors unlocked with a click, and you pushed through, met with the sight of balloons laid everywhere, red solo cups discarded across the floor and counters, and a large ‘Happy Birthday’ sign hanging from the balcony of the second floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” You muttered under your breath as you continued to scan the area, “I don’t get paid enough for this.” You sighed before turning toward the stairs. “Jarvis, make a call to the usual cleaners and have them come in 15. Oh, and add an extra $300 for the inconvenience.”
“Yes, Ms. L/N. Will do.” Jarvis answered.
“He’s in his room?” You asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
You took in a deep breath before you stopped in front of Tony’s room. You gave a knock before entering his room, and surprisingly, it was only him in the bed.
You walked closer to the bed and took in the sight of Tony’s sleeping figure, soft snores left his lips as his cheeks were smushed against the pillows. You grabbed a pillow from under him, causing his head to fall against the mattress, and threw it roughly on his head.
Tony jolted up with a surprised shout, and his right hand immediately thrusted out as a part of his Iron Man suit came flying to him and secured around his wrist and palm.
Tony’s suited hand made a whirring noise and shone brightly, ready to fire at anything and anyone. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest, unfazed by his technology and gadgets now. Tony let out a relieved sigh, finally noticing that it was only you and not some assassin who had broken into his home to kidnap him.
“An early birthday party, Tony?” You asked in a bewildered tone, “Seriously?”
“What?” Tony smirked with a shrug, “There’s nothing wrong with celebrating early.”
“You—” You sputtered, “You’re ridiculous. Get dressed. The cleaners will be here soon and we need to leave. You have some paperwork to sign and you will come or so help me god.” You narrowed your eyes at him with a stern finger pointing at him.
Tony’s smirk grew wider, his tongue poked against the side of his cheek, “Or what?”
You glare at him and threw another pillow at his face, “Get dressed. I’ll be in the car.” With that, you turned on your heels leaving behind a laughing Tony Stark.
God, was he infuriating.
Tony didn’t take long to get ready. By the time he finished, the cleaners had arrived and were ready to clean up his mess. The car ride to the Avengers Compound was quiet. Tony could tell that you were pissed at him. He found it cute, he liked getting on your nerves.
“C’mon sweetheart, you can’t stay mad at me all day.” Tony smirked as he followed you into the tower.
“Watch me.” You answered immediately without looking at him. You reached the elevators and stepped in with him following inside. Tony chose to stand behind you and a chuckle left his lips at your snappy response.
“You should loosen up. Have fun.” Tony suggested, “You’re always so tense.”
“And whose fault is that?” You laughed humorlessly. You hear shuffling behind you, and suddenly, you feel a pair of lips brushing against your ears. You tense up, not daring to move a muscle.
“I’m sorry.” Tony’s warm breath fanned against your cheek, goosebumps rose on your arms, “Promise I’ll make up for it.” Just then, the elevator dinged causing you to slightly jump in place. A low shuddered gasp left your mouth as you turned to face Tony. A teasing look was evident on his face, but there was something else in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher. Something. . . dark.
You watched as he walked out of the elevator. He turned to look at you and raised an eyebrow, “You coming or what?” You let out a quiet squeak and quickly brushed past him, sprinting to where your office was located. You hear him chuckling and gulped, is this real?
Once you both made it to your office, you made Tony sit down and immediately made him sign the paperwork that you needed his signature for. You had him sign while you wrote emails to people who ranged from journalists, businessmen, investors, and more.
“Honey, you’ve been at that for hours. Take a break.” You glanced away from your laptop to see Tony putting down his pen and walking toward you.
You furrowed your eyebrows together and gave him a look, “Did you finish?” You asked him instead, choosing not to answer his question.
“I finished five minutes ago.” Tony raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against your desk, “Now take a break, I’m not asking.”
“Tony.” You began with a sigh.
“Nuh-uh.” Tony clicked his tongue. He moved to close your laptop, and your mouth gaped at his actions. “Break.”
“Fine.” You grumbled, leaning back against your chair.
Tony smiled with satisfaction, “Jarvis, place an order for a turkey sandwich with a side of potato wedges and a vanilla milkshake please.”
You look at him in surprise, “You know my order?”
“Please.” Tony scoffed, “You’ve been with me for what—five years now? Of course, I know your order. I know you. Just like how you know me.”
“Really?” You asked with a laugh. “Enlighten me, Mr. Stark. What do you know about me?”
Tony smirked, his foot reached over to slightly turn your chair so you would be facing him, “You like order. Hate disorganized things. You like to be clean, hate being messy. It shows in your outfits, too. You’re always wearing a white button-up and a long skirt. You leave your hair down, though, because you’re too lazy to style it. You like simple things, sometimes if you’re feeling bold, you go beyond your usual style.” You froze. It seems that Tony Stark does know you better than you thought, “Oh, and you’re a complete brat, but I like that about you.”
“Why?” You asked breathlessly.
Tony’s smirk grew wider, he tilt his head to the side as he held your gaze, “Cause I would have so much fun fucking the brattiness out of you.”
Your eyes grew wide, and a quiet gasp left your lips at his statement. What the actual fuck.
“Why are you so surprised?” Tony inquired teasingly. He lifted himself off your desk and walked toward you. You gripped on the armrests of your chair tightly, “You don’t think I noticed the way you would look at me? You’re not really discreet.” You continued to stare at him in shock, completely at loss of words, “You always look at me like you want to devour me whole, but don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.”
“Tony. . .” You muttered breathlessly.
Tony’s eyes dropped to your lips, and his pupils seemed to darken and dilate. “God, you have such pretty lips. Can I kiss you? Would you let me, pretty girl?”
You gasped. Oh my god. This can’t be real.
“Honey?” You glance up to see Tony looking at you in concern, “You still with me?”
You nodded meekly, “Mhm. I—You can kiss me.”
Tony smiled, and he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip, “Yeah?”
“Please.” You pleaded. Tony grinned and pulled you up from the chair and into him. A satisfied moan left him as his lips made contact with yours. He softly licked your bottom lip, and you parted your lips, allowing him entrance. Tony reached behind to grip the back of your head, pulling you closer to him, and causing you to gasp against his mouth. You felt him smirk, and he pulled back, a string of spit was visible, and he reached up to wipe your bottom lip.
“Pretty girl,” Tony mumbled. His eyes trailed over your face before he pulled you into another kiss, “C’mere.” You moaned against his lips as his tongue immediately shoved in your mouth. He flipped you over, flinging everything on your desk off and onto the floor. You gasped and arched your back as Tony’s kisses began to trail down your neck, one hand held down your hips while the other gripped your neck softly. You parted your legs for him, and he immediately began to grind against you, which caused a groan to leave his lips, “God, you’re addicting.”
“Tony. More.” You whined, scrunching up the fabric of his shirt. Tony chuckled between his kisses; he pecked up your jawline to your cheeks.
“More what?” Tony whispered, “Use your words, honey.”
“Want more of you.” You muttered, grinding against his thigh that was wedged between your legs. “Want to feel you.”
“Where?” Tony teased. His fingers trailed dangerously close to your center. You felt like you were on fire, and his touch wasn’t helping at all. “You gotta tell me where, sweetheart.”
“Here.” You moaned as you moved his fingers directly on your clothed panties.
A hum emitted from Tony, he left a peck on the corner of your mouth, “Good girl.” You felt the warmth of his body leave, and you perched yourself up by your elbows to see that he was kneeling down, face to face with your heat. A whimper leaves your lips at the sight, and you wanted to combust in that moment. Tony’s eyes darkened, and he gave you a raised eyebrow before he began to place kisses on your inner thighs, “What do you want? My fingers or tongue.” You only whined in response, “You gotta tell me what to do here, honey. I’m just following what you want.”
“Your tongue.” You gasped. You felt your eyes tearing up from desperation and want, “Tony, please.”
Tony chuckled, “Aren’t you a needy little brat?” He leaned closer to place a soft kiss on your clothed heat, and your hips stuttered forward, but Tony was quick to hold you in place. He slowly pulled off your panties and groaned, “Fuck, look at you. So pretty and perfect for me.” Without hesitation, he dove in, licking up your center like a man possessed.
You moaned loudly and gripped on his hair tightly, your back arched off the desk, “Tony!” He moaned against you, the vibrations causing your eyes to roll back. He sucked on your clit harshly making you grind against his face with a whine, the feeling of his nose brushing against you made you tighten your hold on him. “More, please. More.” He followed your request and added two fingers into your heat, curling them up to reach that spot inside of you, and he knew he reached it when a loud moan left your lips, causing him to smirk against you. He expertly pumped them in and out simultaneously with his tongue, bringing you closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Tony felt you clench around his fingers and pulled back, licking his lips, “Come for me, sweetheart.” You arched your back, eyes rolling back as you thrusted into his fingers. He leaned back down to flatten his tongue against your folds before sucking on your clit, the simulation of that made you come undone.
Tony pulled back and grinned at the breathless sight of you, chest heaving up and down with pants and eyes hazy. You watched as Tony licked his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of you, and you never wanted to jump onto someone so fast before in your life.
“Did I make it up to you?” Tony asked with an amused grin. He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.
You nodded in response, still out of it, “Tony—”
“Mr. Stark, your order has arrived.” Jarvis’ voice announced, and you jumped in surprise.
Tony stared up at the ceiling for a second before chuckling; he trailed his gaze back down to you and smirked, “Lunch’s here, honey.”