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Small Gods: The Last Bar – 3

The Last Bar: An Iron Man Fanfic

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Character Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (No cheating – relationships happen at different times)

Rating: E

Word Count:   1992

Warnings: Smut (mf oral and vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, slight d/s, dirty talk)

Synopsis: Tony Stark’s life is going off the rails.  He feels alone, misunderstood, and running on empty.  No fuel, no battery life, no signal.  If he could just find one last bar he might be okay.  He pulls into the parking lot of Fin, a dive-bar with no discernible location.  It could be the last bar he goes into.

Chapter 3

Tony woke with a headache and his mouth feeling tacky, but he was warm, and the room was still dark, so he didn’t feel the need to move.

Besides, his face was buried in someone’s neck and their arms were around him, and for the first time in years, he felt safe and comfortable.  He wasn’t even sure where that feeling came from considering he wasn’t sure where he was or who he was with yet.  He’d been drinking to forget last night, and he’d well and truly forgotten everything.  All the way back to the fact he was dying.  All that he was aware of was how aside from the slight hangover, he felt really good, right down to his morning wood.

He curled his arms around the body next to him as he forced his eyes open.  As his eyes focused on you in the dim light of the room, things started to slowly come back.  The fact he was dying.  The fact that he couldn’t quite seem to get the people he loved most to listen to him.  The drinking.  The ending up here.  He even remembered how you’d take him to bed and he’d failed to perform.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, draping his arm over his face.  The hangover felt like it was coming on even stronger now, and was exacerbated by how embarrassed he felt.  He never had performance issues.  He prided himself on his performance.

You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes. “Morning, prince charming,” you said, sleep making your voice a little soft and gravelly.  “There’s water and aspirin beside you.”

Tony grumbled and sat up, pulling the blanket up to cover his waist.  He grabbed the aspirin and downed it with the water all in one go.  He looked at you out of the corner of his eye.  You were stretching out under the covers, but not making any move to get up, or even try and start anything.  It was not a situation Tony was used to being in.  Normally he woke up well before anyone he went to bed with and left them to sleep in while he went to the lab.  On the rare occasions that he did wake up with someone else, they were always quick to want a live-action replay of the activities of the night before.

He couldn’t help but think this lack of movement on your behalf was due to his little failure to launch.

“About last night…” he said.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you said.  “If you think you’re the first guy I took to bed that drank so much they couldn’t get it up, you’d be mistaken.”

“Look, I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea.  That never happens to me…”

You snorted and sat up.  You were completely naked still and the blankets slipped down, exposing your breasts.  His cock jumped right away, letting him know that whatever the issue was last night, it wasn’t one now.  “That’s so funny, all those other guys said the same thing.”

“Hey now!” Tony said defensively.  “It’s true.  I have a reputation.  I have many, many satisfied customers.  You come or my money back.”

You laughed.  Hard.  Throwing your head back and patting his leg.  “It’s fine. I don’t care.  Honestly – don’t like sleeping with drunk people.  I thought getting you up here would stop you from trying to drive home.  I knew you weren’t going to be able to follow through.”

Tony looked at you, completely dumbfounded.  He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and then pointed at you.  “You tricked me.”

You shrugged.  “I did what I thought would keep you alive another day.”

“What would you have done if I had been able to – well you know?”

You chuckled and shifted, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.  “I can make foreplay last a really, really long time.”

Tony caught your wrist as you went to stand up.  “Well, you have to at least let me try to prove myself.”

You looked back at him and raised an eyebrow.  “Really?”

“Yeah, really.  You can’t just trick a guy and put him on your list of impotent idiots.  That’s not fair.  I have a reputation to think of,” Tony said.

You laughed and shook your head as you rolled back into bed.  “Alright.  You have half an hour.  I need to get downstairs and start opening up.  Condoms are in the bedside drawer.”

Tony pounced on you, making you bounce on the mattress.  You burst into laughter and wrapped your arms around him pulling him down into a searing kiss.  He was completely hard now and he began to grind his cock against your pussy, sliding it up and down your folds.  He didn’t want to rush things – he wanted to make you see stars and cry out until your voice was raw to show you exactly how good he could be – but there was a time limit and so he’d have to make it quick and intense.

He kissed his way down your body, pausing to suck on your nipples, until they were hard pebbles under his tongue, making you moan and squirm under him.  He pushed your legs apart and kissed the insides of your thighs.

“Clock’s ticking,” you teased, pushing your heel into his shoulder.

Tony couldn’t help but laugh.  He spread your folds and ran his tongue up the length of your slit, gathering up your slick as he drew it from you.  His tongue swirled around your clit and pulled the tiny bud into his mouth.  You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself up against his mouth.  He thrust two fingers inside you slowly curled them twisting his wrist as he sought out the sweet spot inside you.  As his fingers touched down on the soft spongey surface of your g-spot, he sucked your clit into his mouth and you cried out loudly and jerked up under him.  “Holy shit!” you shouted, your legs nearly snapped closed on his head.  He held them open using his elbow and his free hand and looked up at you with a smug expression on his face.

“Okay, okay,” you panted as you looked down at him.  “It hasn’t happened yet, hotshot.”

He smirked and doubled down.  His fingers ground into your g-spot and he sucked on your clit. Each stroke of his fingers was countered with the flick of his tongue until you were panting and writhing under him.  Your legs trembled and your toes curled.  Tony pushed hard against your g-spot and you came, arching up and crying out as it crashed through you.

Tony pulled back with a smirk and licked his fingers clean.  “Hands and knees,” he said playfully, giving your thigh a tap.

You rolled over, laughing breathlessly, and wriggled your hips when you were in position on your hands and knees.  As you were getting into position, Tony grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on.  “Tick-tock,” you teased as he moved up behind you.

“You are quite the little shit, aren’t you?” Tony teased back, lining his cock up to your entrance.  “Was that orgasm not good enough for you?”

Whether it was or not, Tony never found out.  He thrust hard into you and the only response he received was a loud a primal moan.  He didn’t hold back, his hand wrapped around you and he began rubbing your clit as he pounded into you from behind.  “Fuck, yes!” you gasped.  “Harder!”

He groaned and his free hand went to your shoulder, holding you in place as he picked up his pace.  You bounced off him, moaning and gasping with each stroke of Tony’s hips.  “Fuck – that’s it… take it.”

Your pussy began to flutter around his cock and your moans got louder and more animalistic.  He could feel his own orgasm nearing and his hips pistoned wildly.  He pinched your clit and your whole body seized up as your orgasm came tearing through you.  “Fuck!” you screamed out as you collapsed forward, pressing your face into the mattress.  He kept thrusting even as your cunt squeezed and gripped his cock.  He closed his eyes and jerked forward, coming deep inside you.

His hips slowed as his cock pulsed and gradually he slipped out of you and fell back onto the bed.  You lay down next to him breathing heavily.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you,” you said.  “That was pretty amazing.”

He chuckled and stretched his arms over his head.  “I told you.  Performance is never an issue for me.”

You hummed and wriggled a little in bed, before sitting up.  “Alright.  Better go shower.”

Tony sat up and watched you get out of bed.  “Any room for a sec..”

The word was choked off as his arc dimmed suddenly and his heart stuttered.  He groaned, doubling over and grabbing his left arm.

You turned around quickly and crouched in front of him.  “Tony – what is it?” you asked, putting your hands on his arms.

Even in the middle of cardiac arrest he furrowed his brow and tried to remember if he’d ever given you his name.  The thought made him laugh weakly – because of course, you would know his name. He was Tony Stark.  The fact you had been playing it so cool for so long impressed him.

“Tony?” you repeated, looking at him like you were worried he was not just dying in your bed, but losing his mind on the way out.

“It’s – this -” Tony choked out, tapping the arc that’s light had started to stutter.  “Needs a new core.  Must have burnt out.”

You blinked at him and put your hands on it.  For a second nothing happened and then the arc lit up brightly and his mouth was filled with the taste of coconut.

“Put on your clothes,” you said, pulling away from him and gathering up his clothes.  You tossed them to him and he caught them and began to pull them on in a daze as you began pulling on some of your own clothes.

“What’s going on?” Tony said, in a daze as he hurriedly got dressed.  “What did you do?”

“It’s hard to explain,” you said.  “And we don’t have a lot of time to.  Just – you need to trust me right now. I know you don’t know me, but please – please trust me.  When you get in your car – it’ll be on empty.  Drive home. I promise it’ll get you there.  Don’t stop for fuel.  Just go home, or wherever it is you keep the core for that.  Go straight there and change it.  Don’t think that because it’s working now it will work if you fuck around.”

“What if I run out of gas?” Tony asked, getting to his feet and pulling on his shirt.

“Just trust me,” you said.  “I know you’ll make it.  I’m not just guessing.  I know you will.  Just do as I say.”

Tony let you bustle him out of the door and down the hall, pulling his keys from his pocket.  “I’m going to trust you,” he said as you reached the exit into the parking lot. “But I’m going to be back and I expect you to answer my questions.”

“Honestly, Tony,” you said.  “I hope I don’t see you again.  I hope this is the last bar you ever need.  I hope you live a long and happy life.  But – if you make your way back, I’ll answer your questions.”

Tony looked at you quizically but you pointed to his car.  “Go.  No dawdling.”

He jogged over to his car and got in.  As he pulled out of the car park he saw you watching him leave.  He wasn’t sure if any of this was going to work, but if it did, he was determined he’d be back here to find out how.


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