“I was made for loving you.” with tony stark please? I love a good fluff with him ❤️
yes yes yes I love my boy tony I’ve been waiting to write for him! here you go! <3
I Was Made For Loving You, Honey
This was borderline exhausting.
You didn’t know how Tony did it. Granted, all he really did was pull on a suit, spray some cologne and fix his hair before going to one of these stupid parties. To be fair, you shouldn’t call it stupid. It was a charity event, but it surely felt stupid, considering you’d been standing for two hours in front of the vanity in Stark Towers that Tony had so kindly put together for you.
You’d done your makeup, a light smokey eye and paired it with a dark lipstick. That alone had taken you about forty-five minutes. It would have taken you not as long, but you very rarely did your makeup, let alone eyeshadow and eyeliner, and eyeliner was a whole task in itself. You worked from yours and Tony’s place, so you didn’t often need to look to impress.
Then it was time to do your hair. You usually settled for a messy braid or a half-assed bun, but instead, you decided to curl your long locks. The worst part about getting ready for tonight was figuring out what to wear. Tony had bought you dozens upon dozens of dresses over the past two years you’d been together, and they were all so beautiful. After maybe thirty minutes of contemplation, you went with the emerald green, floor length gown. It really was pretty, and you hadn’t had the chance to wear it yet.
“Almost there.” Happy announced from the car he had driven you inside of, nodding to the spectacular building on the right. You almost felt underdressed just by how elegant it appeared. You shot happy a thumbs up and unbuckled your seatbelt as the vehicle pulled to a stop. He met you outside of the car, helping you out, since Tony claimed he’d meet you at the charity event. He’d had something he had been working on with Bruce, which meant a couple long workdays, and you had yet to see him today. “Excited?” Happy asked, closing the car door and handing the car keys to the valet.
“To mingle with a hundred people that I’ve never even heard of, but will kiss my ass in hopes of getting some donation from Tony?” You raised an eyebrow at Happy, who returned your look with an amused smile. “Elated.” Your answered sarcastically, though your words were no match for Tony’s sense of sarcasm. You were more nervous than anything. You and Tony had been in a relationship for two years now, and tonight would be the first time you’d be attending an event with him. You both had busy schedules and you usually weren’t in town for the events he would attend. Now that work had slowed down (much to Tony’s joy, he hated that you had a job, but you insisted you wouldn’t just live off his money alone), you were around far more often than usual.
Happy nodded to the gentlemen who opened the front doors to the building for the two of you. “You sound just like-”
“Me.” You lifted your head, and your eyes met the dark one’s of your boyfriend. He immediately grinned at you and took the few steps separating you to interlace your fingers together. “You look…”
“Like I’m pissing my pants?” You finished the sentence, waving to Happy, who had walked away to go greet Natasha.
Tony chuckled, “One, pissing your dress.” You rolled your eyes playfully while he raised your locked hands and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “And I was going to say enchanting.”
“Ever the gentleman.” You teased, walking further into the building, where music was playing, and drinks were being poured. “I missed you.” You told him, not caring how pathetic it sounded. You had just seen him last night, but you hated waking up to find he had already left to go meet Bruce for their project.
Tony pointed between you and him to the bartender, announcing that he would like a scotch and requesting a vodka martini for you. “Oh, did you now?” He turned back to you and let go of your hand to grab the glass of scotch for the bar, the bartender continuing to make you a dirty martini. “Good. I missed you, too. You’re much more fun than Bruce, did you know that?” You rolled your eyes again as you took the martini from the bartender. “It appears we have an audience.” He noted, eyes flickering over to Agent Phil Colson, who stood at the other end of the bar patiently, obviously waiting to speak to Tony.
“It appears we do.” You replied, swallowing down a sip from the martini. “Go on.” You waved him off and smiled at Phil. “Hi, Phil.” He returned the gestured with a mutual smile. You planted a kiss on Tony’s cheek before he eventually wandered off to go speak to the agent.
“Ms. Stark,” You turned your head and were met with Steve Rogers, one of Tony’s fellow Avengers. Tony had referred you as Ms. Stark so many times, that the rest of them had started saying it as well. It was an inside joke at this point.
“Steve.” You smiled softly and set your glass down on the bar top. “I didn’t think I’d see you here. Didn’t know that charity events were your thing.”
Steve huffed a laugh and offered you his hand to come with him while you waited for Tony’s little meeting with Phil to be over. “I don’t have much of social calendar these days.” You followed him to where everyone was dancing and conversing, eventually meeting up with Natasha and Bruce, too. Steve had always been a nice guy since you were introduced to him after the Battle of New York. You’d thanked him for babysitting Tony, to which Tony profusely denied that he needed a babysitter. You and him both knew that Tony needed to be kept in line sometimes, but you loved him for it, anyway.
It wasn’t long until Tony had returned from speaking with Phil and found you and Steve dancing. “Ahem,” He obnoxiously cleared his throat and stood beside the two of you. “I think she might be a little young for you, Cap,” He offered a sarcastic smile and held his hand out for you to take. You waved goodbye to Steve and eagerly took Tony’s hand. “I leave you for ten minutes and you’re over here with grandpa.”
“He’s a nice friend!” You retorted with a giggle, Tony’s other hand finding your waist and yours on his shoulder. “You know I hate these things. I don’t like your parties.”
He scoffed in mock-offense. “My parties? Honey, my parties are way better than this snooze fest.” You shrugged your shoulders innocently, which only caused him to scoff again. “Say it, please say my parties are better.” Again, you shrugged. “We’ll stay for an hour then leave.” He spoke matter-of-factly.
“Tony, no. We said we’d be here. We can’t just come for the open bar and then-”
You pretend to consider his offer. “Deal.”
“Alright. Come on, lightweight.” You giggled, pulling Tony into the living area and out of the elevator by his tie. Tony after a few glasses of scotch always amused you. He was less backtalk and sarcasm, mostly because he couldn’t think of anything sarcastic to reply. You both stumble around the sofa and fall on to it. Tony was the main one who was stumbling, you were more doing it because the damn heels were making your feet utterly miserable.
Tony sat with his back against the couch and your legs bent to the side. He reached forward and grasped your ankle, pulling it onto his lap. “One hour was long enough.” He mumbled, focusing on the strap of your shoe, and somehow unbuckling it before he dropped the high heel to the floor. “Other one.” He waited until you stretched your other leg on to his lap. “There we go.” He yawned once he got the other one off, his hand rubbing up and down your ankle.
“I got all ready for an hour at some event.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back into the comfortable sofa.
“Why? Should we go back and stay until the end? Okay, put your heels back on!” You shook your head eagerly, and he laughed. “What do you say that tomorrow, we just stay here?”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean? No work?”
“No work. Just you and me. And maybe a bottle of champagne.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and then planted one last kiss on your jaw. You look at him and don’t say anything. Not because you don’t agree, you’d give anything for a lazy day with your boyfriend, but your feelings are overwhelming you. It had always been this way with Tony. Although he wasn’t one to be super sentimental with his words, he showed you how he felt with his actions. You both had said I love you before, but those three words weren’t enough for how deeply you felt for this man. “What?”
You moved closer to him, your thighs moving onto his lap. You cup his cheek in your hand and press a sweet kiss to his lips. He still looks confused by your lack of response when you pull away. “I love you.” You tell him, his hand traveling to your back and using it to hold you to him. He leans down and pressed his lips against yours softly, his lips slowly moving in time with yours. You push your hand to his chest. “Hey. You didn’t say it back.”
He grins, even more wide than usual with the alcohol in his system. “I was made for loving you, honey.” His sweet grin turns mischievous. He full-on tackles you into the couch with him hovering above you and kissing firmly all around your neck, his fingers tickling your sides.
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