Plus Two: A Pepperony Fanfic
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Word Count: 2132
Pairing: Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut (MF, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mild comeplay)
Synopsis: Tony Stark- Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Pepper Potts, his long-serving and overworked assistant, and you, their on-again/off-again girlfriend and lead singer of the hit band, Arctic Fire. Three very different people navigate a world of fame, addiction, betrayal, and superheroes, while they move from having a plus one to a plus-two.
“There’s a review about us in here.”
Mark unceremoniously dropped a magazine in your lap. You’d been playing Pokemon Blue on your Gameboy as the tour bus wound its way up the California coast. Your next stop was San Francisco and then you were going on to Portland. The tour you had booked was relatively low-key venues, but they were dotted all over the map. You would be on the road for months and you hoped you might get some decent songwriting done in that time.
It wasn’t off to a good start.
“You looked up at the drummer as he flopped down on the chair opposite you. “Is it good?”
“Yeah,” he said. “And it’s Rolling Stone, so I think it’ll be a good boost.”
“Wait, what? Why didn’t Eric tell us about this? Or Holly?” you asked, grabbing the magazine and flipping it over.
“You got me,” he said, with a shrug.
You went to flip through the magazine but the cover stopped you dead in your tracks. On the cover, beside the title ‘Tony Stark wants to save the world’, was a picture of the guy you had fucked backstage at your last gig.
You stared at it in shock for a moment. You’d had a one-night stand with one of the richest men on the planet and you had had no idea who it was.
You started laughing at the irony that you had expected him to recognize you.
“What’s so funny?” Mark asked.
You turned the magazine cover to face him. “That’s the guy I bought backstage!”
“What?” he asked, snatching it from you. He held the magazine up to his face like he was studying the photo closely. “Holy shit! It is! I didn’t recognize him in the dark. You fucked him right?”
“I did!” you said, falling back on the chair laughing. “I seriously can’t believe I didn’t recognize him.”
“Well, to be fair, what’s he to you? Some weapons manufacturer? It’s not like you have a lot to do with weapons manufacturing,” he said with a shrug.
“Still, this is so weird,” you said, snatching the magazine back from him.
“What are you two making so much noise for?” a rather hungover-looking Cassie said as she emerged from the back of the bus where the bunks were.
“Our illustrious lead-singer went and boned an actual billionaire,” Mark teased.
Cassie blinked at you. “You did what now?”
You held up the magazine to show her. “That’s the guy from the other night.”
She took it off you and her eyes went wide. “Oh my god. And you fucked him?”
“Yes!” you said. “Yes, I fucked him. I fucked Tony Stark and I had no idea.”
She burst into laughter and then quickly grabbed her head. “Ow,” she complained. “Someone make me a Bloody Mary.”
You laughed and got up, going to the little kitchenette as Cassie took your seat and looked at the magazine. “You should call him,” she said.
“What for?” you asked as you started making her drink.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s Tony Stark. You fucked a guy on the Forbes rich list. You should at least tell him you know.”
You snorted. “Just like … hey Mister Stark, I know what you did.”
“Exactly,” she said.
“The guy’s a playboy,” you said. “I’m one pussy in a procession of many pussies. Mine isn’t even the most famous pussy. He fucks supermodels and Oscar nominees. Like he’s gonna give a single shit that I was one of them.”
“Hey now,” Cassie scolded. “I’m sure you have a very nice and memorable pussy.”
“Gee thanks, Cass,” you said, bringing her the cocktail you made.
She took it and took a long drink and then sighed happily. “I dare you to call him.”
“How? Like I’d even get through,” you said.
“Give yourself some credit,” Mark said. “You’re the lead singer of Arctic Fire. That’d at least get you to the point of telling him you called.”
“Call him, call him, call him,” Cassie started chanting. When Mark joined in you threw up your hands in defeat. “Fine. I will try and call him. But I doubt I even get past reception.”
You went to the back of the bus and lay down on your bunk.
You ended up on the phone for quite a while and you began worrying about your phone bill. The minutes were definitely adding up. You called directory assistance first, asking to be put through to the corporate office of Stark Industries. When you got through to reception you started to lie. Not about who you were, but about why you were calling. You told some story about your song being misappropriated and how you were going to seek legal action and needing to speak to the top.
You’d been transferred six times by the time Tony’s familiar voice came down the line.
“Figured out who I am, did you?”
You could hear the amusement in his voice and it immediately made you relax.
“I did, you naughty boy,” you teased. “And I want to make it clear, this call was a dare.”
“What?” Tony said, clearly faking shock. “You mean you don’t plan to sue me for misappropriating your music? And what ad was that song used in again?”
“Oh you know, the generic ‘Stark Industries is or friend’ ad,” you said.
“Right, that one,” he chuckled. “I do love that ad.”
“Not me, you stole my song.”
Tony broke out in laughter. “So what can I do for you?”
“Nothing really,” you said. “I was just handed a copy of Rolling Stone because a review of our album is in it and who do I see on the cover, but that random dude who gave me an orgasm.”
“If my memory serves me correctly, it was multiple orgasms,” he corrected.
“That’s right,” you hummed. “Multiple orgasms. And then my lovely bandmates dared me to call you. I said to them I had no particular reason to call you, but a dare’s a dare.”
“A dare is a dare,” he agreed. “Where are you right now?”
“In bed,” you said.
“Oh really?” he teased. “Need some company?”
“As much as I’d love some company, the bed in question is a bunk in the back of a bus full of people,” you explained, stretching out a little. “We’re on tour. Might be a while before I head back your way.”
“That’s a shame,” he said. “Where’s the next show?”
“San Francisco. Then Portland, Seattle, etcetera, etcetera,” you said.
“That’s really great,” he replied, sounding genuinely proud of you. It was odd coming from a stranger, but nice. “You’re a big deal. I was listening to the CD. I really like it.”
“Told you, you would,” you teased.
“Is this your number?” he asked.
“Yeah, it is. How come?”
There was a pause and you could hear tapping in the background. “Just thought I might call you again.”
“‘Cause I’m easy?” you teased.
He laughed. “Oh yeah. I have a lot of trouble getting laid normally.”
This time you laughed. “It’s weird that I called you, right?”
“Totally weird,” he agreed. “But mostly because normally when people call me they want something. Another date, for me to invest in something. Not because it’s a dare.”
“You want me to ask for something so it’s less weird?” you joked. He laughed and you rolled over onto your side. “So what are you doing right now?”
“Well, I did have a board meeting to go to, but then this huge legal matter came up and I absolutely had to take the call right now.”
You broke down into giggles. “No… Seriously?”
“I’m so sorry,” you said, still laughing.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” he teased.
“Maybe I’m just a little sorry.” You let out a breath. “So you’re just alone in the office dealing with a legal matter? No one around at all.”
“Nope, just me and my big desk,” he said.
“A big desk, huh?” you said. “I bet that it’s nice and solid.”
“Oh, it is. Big and solid. Can take a real pounding.”
You started laughing again. “We are talking about your desk, right?”
“Do you want it to just be my desk?”
You bit your bottom lip and pulled your blanket over you. “I can’t date, Tony. That’s not why I called.”
“I know, dear,” he said. “You were dared. And I don’t date. Ever.”
“So … what then?”
“So, put your hand into your pants and touch yourself,” he growled.
You took in a shuddering breath and slipped your free hand into your pants. Your fingers slipped between your folds and you began to circle your clit.
“Are you doing it?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” you whispered.
“Do you remember what my hands felt like?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm… they were rough. Calloused.”
“Think about them touching you while you touch yourself,” he growled. “Running over your skin, sliding between your legs.”
You moaned softly, as his words drew out your arousal. “Are you touching yourself, Tony?” you whispered.
“Yes,” Tony groaned. “My dick is really hard right now.”
“In your office?”
He chuckled. “Yes, honey.”
“If someone came in to find you, would they see?” you asked.
“Only if they came around the side of the desk,” he said. His voice was getting gravelly. “What about you? If someone came back there would they see you?”
“I haven’t closed the curtain, but I have a blanket on,” you hummed. “I don’t think they’d see, but they’d know what I was doing.”
“That’s hot,” Tony said. “You like people knowing, don’t you? You weren’t exactly quiet in that dressing room.”
“Mm-hmm…” you hummed. “I like the idea of getting caught.”
“Me too,” he said. “If I had you here you’d be under the desk while I pretended to do work.”
“Oh, really? Maybe I’d have you under the desk while I wasn’t faking anything at all,” you growled, your fingers speeding up faster. Pleasure coiled through you, and your clit had begun to twitch under your touch.
He groaned and his breathing became heavier. “I think I’d like that,” he said. “How wet are you?”
“Soaking, Tony,” you moaned. “I’m soaking for you.”
“Push your fingers inside yourself,” he said.
You complied, your breath catching as your fingers sunk into the heat of your cunt.
“Now, do me a favor,” he growled. “Taste yourself for me.”
“Okay,” you said. “But only if when you come, you taste yourself for me.”
He groaned and for a moment all you could hear was his heavy breathing. “Okay.”
You pulled your fingers from your cunt and stuck them in your mouth, moaning as the tart fluid coated your tongue. Tony groaned at the wet sound of your fingers being pulled from your mouth.
“Tell me what you taste like,” Tony said.
You began to finger yourself again and let out a shuddering breath. “Tart, salty, a little sweet.”
He hummed. “I’m getting close here.”
“Me too, Tony,” you whispered. “I want to come.”
“I want to hear it,” he said. “Make yourself come for me, honey. Think of me fucking you while you do. I want to hear you moan my name.”
You kept moving your fingers, working your clit the way you liked best while thinking of watching Tony’s face in the mirror as he fucked you from behind. Your orgasm started in your toes, and wound through you, making your muscles clench in succession, and your whole body seized up. “Fuck, yes, Tony,” you moaned.
He groaned and his breath became shallower. You listened closely to him on the other end of the line as your body relaxed again. He grunted and let out a breath. “Fuck…”
“Did you come?” you asked.
“Mm-hmm…” he hummed.
“Taste yourself, Tony,” you growled.
You heard the wet sound of him licking his fingers and he hummed softly.
“How do you taste?” you asked.
“Mm… I’ve had better.”
You laughed and stretched out. “That was hot.”
“It was,” he said. “I better get myself cleaned up and back in the boardroom. I’ll call you.”
“You don’t have to just say that, you know?” you said.
“No, I mean it,” he said. “Could be fun.”
“Alright. Well if I don’t hear from you, you’ll be the person I tell all my one-night stand stories about.”
He laughed. “Sounds good. Talk later.”
You hung up the phone and got up and used the bathroom. When you headed back down to the front of the bus your bandmates all looked up at you. “So, you got through then?” Cassie teased.
You smirked at them and everyone broke down into laughter. Once again you didn’t expect to hear from Tony Stark again. Little did you know…