For the fluff drabbles....How about number 3 with Tony Stark â€
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Warnings: Fluffiest of the fluff!
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The day dragged on slow but tedious as your chores never seemed to end. And Tony Stark was feeling a bit under the weather, which meant he was being no help at all.
The whiny billionaire had already called for you thrice in the span of two hours, despite knowing you had several reports to fill.
Miss (Y/L/N), Iâm afraid Mr Stark isâ
âHeâs fine FRIDAY! Tell him to suck it up and stay in bed.â You yelled towards the ceiling, the anger not particularly directed towards the AI.
Boss wants me to tell you heâs gotten worse and is requesting your presence urgently.
Rubbing your temples with your fingers, you inhaled deeply before sighing & leaving your desk. You knew this was his trick but you still couldnât help worry about the man.
As his bedroom door opened, you found Tony lounging on a chair in his robe almost half undone, wearing a triumphant smile as he watched you walk in with an expression that screamed he was in big trouble.
âWhat is it now? Youâre not cold, you donât have a fever, clearly youâre fine.â You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for an explanation.
âMy kiss quota for the day hasnât been filled. I need a thousand more.â
Tony wiggled his eyebrows at you, opening his arms out inviting you to sit in his lap.
Muttering âsuch a childâ under your breath, you went over to fulfil his wishes, knowing he wouldnât let up until you did.
You could use a break anyway.
âIs your tummy okay you poor little rich guy?â You sassed before placing a loving kiss to his forehead.
âWe donât have to talk about that.â
âNobody told you to order French food from that fancy place.â
Tonyâs stomach gave an audible rumble causing you to burst into giggles before giving him room to run towards the bathroom.