Ghost of Unprotected Sex Past Chapter 8 - Just Down the Hall
Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash ✨ Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader // IronDad
Series summary: When your daughter gets sick, you finally have to tell Tony Stark he has a kid. How will he react? How will he get involved in your life?
Chapter summary: You’re temporarily living with Tony, and from down the hall, you both muse about the other.
WC: 1.2K ✨Contents: Mentions of sex (no smut); mutual pining (sort of)
A/N: Similar in concept to a chapter in my ALSEPH series, but I guess I’m just a sucker for two people lying In bed thinking about the other! Enjoy!
Also, I’ve been advised to remove all links from the original post to keep fanfics searchable, so I’ll be reblogging with tags and links to my masterlist and also I’ll make a series masterlist post.
Tony peppered kisses down your body, stopping to blow a raspberry into your belly button. The laugh you let out was the most ethereal, uplifting, gorgeous, attractive sound he had ever heard in his life. He was immediately as hard as he’d ever been.
How unfortunate it was that he was alone in his bed and now totally awake.
You were just down the hall. He could very easily pop the thirty feet over to your door and knock. You were both single at the moment, relatively young, and he had long since acknowledged to himself that he was still wildly attracted to you.
But that would be stepping over a line. You were only his guest temporarily, until Amelie was recovered. You were only here because your daughter was healing from surgery. You were only in his life again at all because your daughter had been in danger. You clearly didn’t want him in that way, and it would mess a lot of shit up for him to act on his lust. He couldn’t endanger his new-found presence in his child’s life. The delicate platonic/professional/co-parenting relationship he was trying to navigate with you was complicated enough without the added dimension of physical intimacy. He’d only had sex with you the one time, years ago, and in his loneliness, his memory was probably blowing out of proportion how incredible an experience it was.
But no matter how much he reminded himself of all of this, it did nothing to alter the fact that whenever he closed his eyes since you re-entered his life, all he could picture was your beautiful face smiling under him, your effervescent laughter, the feel of you around his cock. Only in his mind’s eye, it wasn’t the version of you he had actually fucked all those years ago, the young woman at the pool whose sexy body had never borne a child. It was the you from now, whose somehow even sexier body (though he hadn’t seen this one naked) had gone through the miracle of childbirth and delivered forth a miracle that was half him, and that would be reason enough for him to exalt it and you. But that didn’t need to be the case for him to be attracted to you exactly as you were; being completely honest with himself, if he had seen you for the first time yesterday, he still would have felt immense desire for you.
As he lay in his bed, he suddenly had the jarring realization that since you had re-entered his life, he hadn’t missed Pepper for a single moment. He had dreamt only of you, masturbated only to thoughts of you, wanted only you. All thoughts of Pepper had been professional, platonic, and entirely appropriate. While he had been mourning his relationship and wracking his brain on how to fix things with the person he had figured was the love of his life until the moment you showed up at his house, since that day he hadn’t even spared a second to think about the most serious romantic partnership of his life.
This would be incredible news—he was over her, completely and totally over her—if his closure with Pepper didn’t come at the cost of a major, whopping, hugely problematic crush on you.
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You’d had relationships since your hookup with Tony. You’d dated sporadically in the last few years—another single parent from Amelie’s elementary school, her piano teacher, someone you met on a dating app—but nothing long-term. Your most recent partnership you could sort of call serious (the last relationship that had lasted more than a few weeks, at least) had been with the person you were dating when you found out you were pregnant with Amelie, whom you started seeing only a few days after the Zac Posen party. She’d bolted the moment she found out you were having a child, but you knew pretty much immediately you wanted to keep the baby and were willing to make the trade. You weren’t against abortions categorically, but when you heard the news, you were filled with so much elation that you felt like you had no choice but to follow through. You had just been overwhelmed by more hope and pride and wonder than you realized was possible to fit inside your heart at the news, and it only increased when you first got to hold your child in your arms. Amelie was the best thing in your life, and you wouldn’t trade her for the world. She may have been an accident, but she was the most fortunate thing that had ever occurred to you.
What was rather unfortunate was your unflagging attraction to her father. Being so close to him physically was proving to be a bigger problem than you anticipated. Working with him all day, then having dinner with him at night, then retreating to a bed just down the hall from his—it was exhausting. And not because you were tiring of him or frustrated by him like you might have thought. It was exhausting, because you had to hold yourself back in unexpected ways. You found yourself with weird urges to hug or kiss him. When you walked in on him reading A Wrinkle in Time to Amy, your heart surged in your chest and it took a lot of willpower to keep yourself from flinging your arms around his neck and burying your nose in his hair as he recited Madeleine L’Engle’s words. When he picked up your dinner dishes to bring to the sink to wash, it felt like the perfect moment to lean over and peck his cheek, and you had to remind yourself that you were not in a relationship, he was not your husband or boyfriend or whatever, and that would not be remotely appropriate. But you had fallen into this effortless co-parenting routine, and it would be so easy to give in to your urges and it would be like you were in a committed relationship, already domestic and comfortable.
Additionally, it didn’t help at all that your body desperately wanted him to rail you into the next dimension.
But you couldn’t let such thoughts cloud your judgment. His life was inherently risky.
Though no superhero business had arisen that he’d been assigned to since this all began, and the Accords seemed to leave his day-to-day life moderately risk-free.
Still, you didn’t actually know him that well, and by all reports he was flighty and narcissistic and impulsive and all sorts of un-dad-like qualities.
Not that any of that was evidenced in his behavior towards you or Amelie.
It was all very confusing, and it was better not to dwell on any of it.
So though his endearing smile and cheerful laughter haunted your dreams, you would continue to resist your urges, and as soon as Amelie was recovered, you would leave the tower and spend significantly fewer hours with him and hopefully think of him far less and everything would be much easier.
I tried turning my queue off so I could stay online but be blacked out in solidarity. I thought it would just add on to the queue and not post, but I fucked it up and it did the opposite, I think, posting everything at once. I’m so sorry, y’all. That was an accident.
Hey guys! I'm going on a very short hiatus for the weekend because my sister is home from boot camp and we'll be doing stuff for the weekend. Nothing is in my queue so you won't see anything from me until Monday. I'll back in a couple days!
