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Plus Two – Chapter 8

Plus Two:  A Pepperony Fanfic


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Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  alcohol, drugs, grief, smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

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.

A/N:  Lyrics adapted from Come Back to Me by Iota

Chapter 8

It was a month before your record label started to threaten you with legal action due to a breach of contract.  You got one month to grieve for the loss of one of your closest friends, and that was it.  After that, you had to pay for the right to keep grieving.

The month was turbulent, to say the least.  With the grief you and Pepper were both experiencing, you were leaning on each other a lot.  The problem was you were also leaning on alcohol – and on occasion other less legal drugs – which meant you weren’t always the best person for Pepper to lean on.

The two of you fought – a lot.

Big blow-up fights where you screamed at each other and things got thrown.  Quiet petty seething fights full of passive aggression and silent treatment.

When you weren’t fighting the two of you were either wallowing in grief or fucking.  Quite often the fighting led to fucking, so one would lead directly into the other, and then finally you’d both feel bad about what had just played out and you’d start wallowing again.

It was the furthest thing from a healthy coping mechanism, so when you left again, you were pissed about being dragged away, but part of you knew that maybe it was better for you both to heal a little before trying that again.

The following two months you threw yourself into your work.  You finished the studio recording and played your live shows with the full orchestra backing, and then you started writing songs.

They were all songs of grief and longing.

I’m not afraid to die
but it’s your death 
that keeps me awake at night
And at these sleepless times
I think of you, honey
Holding on with all your might

Come back to me
I will be waiting, waiting
Come back to me
I’ll be where you left me

Every song spoke of the ache of not knowing and the pain of loss.  They were love songs but not of hope and comfort.

Then two months after you left Pepper in LA, and three months after Tony had gone missing you got a call.

It was early morning and you were still sleeping off your last night’s drinking session.  By the time the ringing of your phone woke you you’d missed sixteen calls from Pepper.

“They found him.”

She was speaking before you even had your phone to your ear.  Your still drunk and sleep-addled mind couldn’t interpret what she meant.  Who was him?  And who were they?

“What?” you rasped, your throat dry and thick from sleep and alcohol.

“Tony,” Pepper said.  “Rhodey found him.  He’s alive.  They’re bringing him home.”

“What?” you repeated, sitting up so suddenly the room spun.  “When?  How?”

“A few hours ago.  There were some explosions reported or something and Rhodey did a sweep of the desert nearby.  They found Tony wandering alone,” Pepper said.  “Rhodey said he was dehydrated and… they did something to him.  Something to his chest.  But he’s alive and awake and talking.”

“I’m coming home,” you said, scrambling out of bed.  “I can’t believe it, Pepper.  Can you?”

She made a sharp sob noise, and for a moment there was just the sound of her breathing.  “No,” she said.  “I thought…”

“Me too,” you said.  “I’ll be back by the end of the day.”

You showered and packed quickly getting your assistant, Jaimie, to book you a flight back to LA as soon as possible.

Fifteen hours later and you were in the backseat of a town car headed to Tony’s Malibu mansion.

You’d been keeping track of the news on the plane as best you could.  You saw the announcement of his arrival in the country.  You then got news there was a press conference but you couldn’t seem to find a news site covering it on the plane.

The sun was beginning to set as the car wound its way up Tony’s driveway.  When you got to the door it was to find the house empty.  JARVIS let you in and you got yourself a drink and sat by the window overlooking the ocean as you waited for Tony to get home. You were vaguely aware that he might have ended up in the hospital, but you also knew that if that were true Pepper would call you and that Tony wouldn’t care if you spent the night at his place.

After the sun set, headlights approached the building and a moment later all the lights came on.

“We had the pantry stocked and Pepper will be here in the morning.  But if you want someone to cook for you tonight I might need to go pick something up for you.”  Happy’s voice carried down the hall before you even saw their silhouettes behind the glass.  You stood and slowly took a few steps towards the entrance.

“I can handle it,” Tony said.  “Mostly I just want to sleep.  A solid eight hours at least.”  He came around the corner and stopped dead when he saw you.  He looked like he’d been put in a tumble drier.  His face was covered in an array of cuts and scratches and his arm was in a sling.  He’d lost weight too.  But despite that, his beard was immaculately sculpted and he was in a suit.  Off the rack, sure, but it was new and clean.   “Were you sitting in the dark?” he asked.

You nodded and quickened your pace.

“How long for?” he asked.

“Since before it was dark,” you said.  You practically ran the last few steps to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck.

“Woah,” Tony said, his good arm curling around your back.  “Go easy, rock star.”

“I was so worried,” you said, nosing at his neck.  “I thought I lost you.”

You kissed his throat gently as you ghosted your lips up to his jaw.  He turned his head and nudged you, so your chin tilted back.  “I’m here,” he said, capturing your lips and you kissed him passionately.  Frantically.  Your hands pushed into his hair and tugged on it as his hand slid down to your ass.

Happy cleared his throat.  “So not going to sleep, after all, boss?”

Tony pulled back just enough to speak as you kissed down his jaw.  “I’ll get there.  Thanks, Hap.”

“Night, you two,” he said as he turned and headed back the way he came.

You started tugging on Tony’s tie and he laughed.  “Okay, okay,” he chuckled, grabbing your hands in his good one.  “Let’s take this to the bedroom.  But you gotta go easy on me.  I’m hurt.”

He carefully began unfastening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt on the way up to his bedroom and you couldn’t help but watch him with concern.  “What happened, Tony?” you asked.

He took a short breath in and clenched his jaw.  “Can I… can we not?  I just…”

You wrapped your arm around his waist and kissed his shoulder.  “I’m sorry.  Of course.  We don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to.  I just – I needed to see you.”

“Pepper said you were out of the country,” Tony said.

“I was in Paris,” you said.  “Lots of places to forget who you are in Paris.”

“And here I was telling people I had no one waiting for me,” Tony said.

You made a choked sob and Tony stopped, turning to face you. “I’m back,” he said.

You kissed him again and he backed you into the bedroom without breaking the kiss.  You carefully unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and started on his pants.  You pulled back to help him take off his sling and gently took off his shirt.  “What is this?” you asked as a blue light filtered out through his tank top.  You lifted the shirt over his head, revealing a round light in the middle of his chest, built into a metal casing that was embedded deep into his body.  There was heavy scarring around the casing that looked incredibly painful.  “Tony,” you said, furrowing your brow and hesitantly reaching to touch the light. “What is this?”

Tony winced and scratched his brow.  “It’s nothing.  Don’t worry about it.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” you said, gently grazing your fingers on his chest around it. “How deep is it?  What’s it doing to you?”

“It’s pretty deep,” Tony said.  “And it’s keeping me alive.  It’s a power source and an electromagnet.  It’s stopping shrapnel from entering my heart.”

You covered your mouth and choked on a sob.

“Hey,” Tony said, cradling your jaw and looking you in the eye.  “Look at me.  I’m here.  I’m alive.  But I’ve been through a lot.  I get you were worried and that you probably thought I was dead.  But I’m not.  I’m here.  I’m just not ready to go through that again.  I might be one day.  But please don’t look at me like that.  Please.  I can’t… Not you.”

“Does it hurt?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said.  “It’s excruciating.  So how about you and me do something to take my mind off it?”

“Okay.  Yes.  Sorry,” you said and pulled off your shirt quickly.

Tony’s eyes darkened and he licked his lips.  “God, I’ve been dreaming about that, pussy,” he growled, stalking toward you.  He curled his good arm around your waist and gripped your ass, pulling you flush with him.

“My pussy specifically?” you teased, nipping at his earlobe.

“Among others. Sometimes a whole bunch at once,” he replied as he massages your ass.  He brought his lips to your ears.  “I want to taste you so bad.”

You pulled back and unfastened your jeans, pushing them down with your panties and stepping out of them.  You sat down on the edge of the bed and spread your legs.  Tony’s eyes flicked down to your pussy and stared at it transfixed.

“Are you gonna stare at it, or eat it?” you teased.

He snapped out of his reverie and rushed forward, sinking to his knees in front of you and immediately latching on to your cunt. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he mumbled without lifting his head.  You hummed and tangled your fingers into his hair and let your head fall back.

He was like a starving man at a buffet, sucking greedily on your folds and lapping wide over every part of your cunt that his tongue could reach.  He pushed it inside you and fucked you with it and swept it over your folds until he settled on your clit and began flicking it back and forward in random patterns and speeds.

A warm prickle started in your cunt and slowly spread out through you like spilled honey.  It seeped through, slow and thick, filling every part of you.  Tony rested his bad arm on your thigh and brought his good hand to your cunt, thrusting two of his fingers into you and curling them as he pulled them out again, drawing out your fluids and drinking them, swallowing with a low moan.  He thrust them in again and started to quickly fuck you with them, twisting his wrist and curling his fingers so they dragged over your internal walls again and again until he hit that sweet spot inside you.  It sent a sudden jolt through you making you buck up against his mouth.  He pulled your clit between his lips and tugged on it as his fingers pushed hard into your g-spot.  His wrist corkscrewed making his fingers dig into it and you cried out as your orgasm crashed down over you, and you clamped your thighs around his head.

Tony pulled back with a laugh.  “God, I missed that,” he said.

You laughed weakly and helped him to his feet.  “Me too.”

“No one able to get you off quite the way I do, huh?” he teased as he pushed his pants down and got up on the bed.  “Not surprising.  I am really good at this.”

You laughed and crawled up between his legs.  “Well, you’re confident.  I’ll give you that.”

Tony was already rock hard and his cock had started to leak a little.  You flicked your tongue over his shaft and up to the head, just lightly enough to collect up the precome, but it made his hips jerk and his cock jump and leak more.  You licked over his balls and sucked one into your mouth as you slowly pumped his cock.

He mewled and his hands bunched in the sheets.  “Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned.

You moved higher, spitting on his cock before licking over the shaft, you swirled your tongue over the head.  The salty precome coated your tongue and you began sucking on the head of his cock, drawing more from him.

“Jesus,” he groaned, arching his back a little.  You looked up at him.  His face was lit up from below by the light in his chest.  When you dropped your head down, taking the full length of his cock it contorted into a mask of pure bliss and he groaned deeply.

You bobbed your head up and down as you rolled his balls in your hand.  Each time you dropped your head, you pushed him as far down your throat as you could take him until you were practically choking on his cock.

“Fuck,” Tony gasped.  “Come up here, honey.  I want you to ride me.”

You crawled up and straddled his lap as he fumbled in his side table drawer.  Eventually, his hand closed around a strip of condoms and he dragged them all out at once.

“That might be too many,” you joked as you took them from him and tore one off.

He laughed.  “I dunno.  It has been three months.  I’m pretty backed up.”

You laughed loudly and tore a packet open.  “Well then,” he teased as you rolled it down on his cock.  “We’re in for a long night.”

He put his hand on your hip and you lowered yourself down on his cock.  You started to slowly bounce, leaning back a little and resting your hand on his thigh, scared if you lean forward you’ll end up leaning on his chest and hurting him. 

“Take off your bra,” he said.

You complied, unhooking from behind and tossing it aside.  His pupils blew out as he looked at you and you started to move faster so your tits bounced with every move.

He started to pant and his thumb went to your clit, rubbing it quickly as you rode him.  You could feel an orgasm building inside you and just as you thought it was there and ready to break he leaned up and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth.

You cried out as you came, you cunt clenching and squeezing around his shaft.  It was all it took to drag him over with you and with a loud groan he jerked up with you, his cock pulsing inside you with his release.

You slowed your bouncing and climbed off, collapsing beside him.  “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  “And sex.  Fuck, I missed sex so bad.”

“Glad I could help a friend out,” you laughed.

He chuckled and took off the condom.  You took it from him and tossed it in the trash as you went to clean yourself up.  When you came back into the room, Tony was already asleep.  You climbed back into bed with him and he automatically curled into you, nuzzling right into your neck.  You frowned and caressed his hair.  It was hard to even imagine what he’d been through, and you hoped he’d share with you one day.  For now, you would wait and be there for him as best you could.


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