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acaiasahi · 2 years

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✶ their partner's a basketball player ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. treasure reacts to their partner / significant other plays basketball and is on a b-ball team.

info. fluff. treasure x gn!reader.

warnings. injuries, not proof read, grammatical errors, lowercase intended, small text intended.

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . y'all already know that ma boy's a sports fan... like... y'all see the way he stayed up to watch soccer and fell asleep? too cute anyway, he'd be so hype at your games and at this point you just give him the date, time, place, and he's straight up there. he'll always make time for your games but in the rare instance that he can't make it, he'll let you know way ahead of time. for the most part, is always seen cheering with your family or friends, etc. he usually brings other members like mashi and they're your biggest fanboys out of all the members LOLOLOL if you were to get injured, bro would be shaking in his insole-filled shoes!!!! he'd take really good care of you though, make sure you're comfortable and happy, all things considered T^T when you win... bro's straight up like "yeah... what can i say??? that's my s/o... yk... the onE THAT JUST SCORED THE LAST SHOT!!!" overall the biggest hype man <3!!!

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . have y'all seen him during tmap field day??? mans is PUMPED when he finds out you play basketball. asks you if you have any upcoming games and if he can go 😭 probs screams the loudest in the gymnasium... whole room could go silent and he's deadass be like "whOOP WHOOP GO Y/N!!!" like SUCKAAAA KEEP IT DOWNNNNNN!!!! 😭😭😭 bring the members along even if they don't want, hoon's like "you literally have no choice :|" but once the boys are there, they're so hype!!! when you get injured, he's super confused and worried. you're usually careful when you play, you always stretch, drink water, eat before hand, etc. and the fact that YOU got injured... he's baffled! takes care of you though, he doesn't let you leave bed unless you 110% better! when you win... best believe he'll pick you up and spin you around. he's so happy... almost to the point where he'll just scream it out into the sky and all you can do is laugh and kiss him to shut up!!!

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . literally so cute... yk how gullible he is when the members make jokes and he's fr like "REALLY??? 😦😦" but the only difference is that you playing basketball isn't fake. flabbergasted and easily amazed 😭 could make a three-pointer and he'd be ROLLING ON THE MF FLOOR!!! always goes to your matches no matter what. he's never missed a match and you best believe that he's screaming his ASS off with little homemade banners that he drew before the game </333 if you ever get injured, he's so attentive and always there to help you. calls and texts you when he's away so he can see how you're feeling. when you win games, bro's slapping the members like "THAT'S MY Y/N!!! YAY YAY YAYYYY!!!!" so cute... all your teammates find it cute that's he's always yelling your name that it's become an inside joke T^T basketball s/o and their lil pocket-sized bf cheerleader!!!

✶ kim junkyu

[ . . . has no idea what's going on but is living in the moment!!! was too scared to go alone the first time he went to one of your matches so he brought jaehyuk along 😭 only cheered when other people cheered bc like i said... homie has no idea what the hell is going on LMAOOO once he goes to more of your matches, he gets a better understanding and finally knows that a game has four quarters and that's... quite literally all he knows... LOL he's trying though, which you appreciate. if you get injured, deadass be like "banish all basketballs!!!!" and you gotta be like "kyu... i'm fine..." but that's not stopping him from doing every. single. thing. for. you. when you win though... best believe he'll jump up and down shouting your name!!! idk why but i see him as the type to wear or bring your other jersey during the game or doodle your jersey number on the inside of his hand dawwww </333

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . big ol' smile on his face when he's at your games. watches intently and notices small details. gets annoyed when an opposing player does you dirty but keeps it to himself until he can finally talk to you about. deadass is like "they literally pushed you for no reason! they had room to go around but they did it on purpose because you're THAT good!!! >:(" you find it so cute that he gets riled about those things. he actually plays with you sometimes on his free days, p.s. he doesn't let you win without a fight but when he does let you win without trying, your happy jumps and wide smiles is just... too hard to resist <3 he knows what to do if you get injured because he's been there himself. makes sure your taken care of and fed, etc. </333 when you win... my guy is SOOO cocky about it. deadass tells all the members like "yeah... y/n won... AGAIN" with a goofy ass smile mashi ur climbing my bias list pls relax

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . my man gots to be the most normal one out off everyone 😭 it's not like he doesn't care, he's so proud of you, he just naturally keeps his excitement on the down low. loves watching you play, is literally mesmerized... like have y'all seen him watch the other members play and when they score he's just like 😦 LIKE HOW CUTEEEE def goes to every one of your games and is sad when he can't go because of his schedule. plays with you even though he isn't the greatest, he still puts up a pretty decent fight if you ask me! you taught him how to shoot and he was so excited when he finally got it awww he jumped up and down like u gotta be kiddin me bruh he takes great care of you and almost never leaves your side </3 you winning always surprises him no matter how many times it happens. will always throw you over your shoulder and run around because he's just THAT happy </333

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . have y'all seen him play T3T literally junkyu 2.0 but with a little bit more knowledge than him. is more on the quiet side at your games but will occasionally shout words of encouragement to you. things like "you got this y/n!" or "push through, babe!" loves seeing how passionate you are about winning and he's so... in love!!! </3 when you got injured, mans was heart broken. literally dropped everything and ran to you as quickly as possible. tries his best to make you as comfortable as you can be wherever you are. when you win... he hits you with the :3 because he's having a harder time verbalizing it but you know that he's so.. so.. SOOO happy about your accomplishments. pulls you to the side and tells you how proud he is of you </33!!

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . park jihoon 2.0!!! tries not to show his cockiness but you're so good that he's got to let everyone know that you're his s/o!!! always like "yeah... the one that scored the winning shot... that's my s/o!!!" when you point him out in a crowd, he always goes "ehhhhhh" waving you off and giving you a thumbs up. tries to make it to every game and if he can't, asks you to update him when you're finished. showers you in love and praise even if you do or don't win. doesn't really know what to do to help you when you do get injured but he tries his best and does everything you ask of him. when you win he always and i mean ALWAYS hits you with the "i knew you'd win!" along with a big bear hug awww

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . cocky to the mf MAX... i guess you could say it's from love tho?? enjoys seeing you play and loves watching a different you come out. it's really amazing to see and it makes him pumped. he goes to every other game, his schedule packed and you know that. does the same thing as yedam and asks you to tell him everything that happened. absolutely hates seeing you hurt whether it's small or an actual serious injury. it breaks his heart but he pushes it aside to be your rock <3 loves the smile on your face when you win because he's the first person you try to find and that makes him absolutely devastated bc... he's so madly... deeply... and utterly in love with you. oh also, even though he can't come to every single game, he made a deal to go out to eat after every single one, you choice ofc!!

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . yk when he screams and it's all high pitched? yeah... exactly what he does when he watches you play. it earns him some funky looks but he literally gives zero shits because look!! at!! you!! go!! so proud and makes it very clear to you by coming to every single game he can go to. brings the j-line along and they're always screaming for you, cheering you on in their own way. they're like like cheerleaders </3 one time you pointed out to haruto after making a basket and he got so blushy and sent you a hand heart back </3 also, this one time, ruto did the exact same thing as you when playing a game on one of his days off and he missed the basket 😭 tries to lighten up your mood when you get injured and calls you his "clumsy baby" <3 when you win, this mf is SCREAMING!!! claps loud and has the biggest, most brightest smiles on his face!!!

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . played 1v1 with him and he lost... 😭🤭 literally hit you with the "i haven't played iN AWHILE THAT'S WHY >:(!!!!" and that got your ass rolling on the floor bc this sucka really tried it LMAO has never missed a game and is always there early to get good seats. brings ruto and junghwan along and the three are so loud that you have to shush them. you literally run across the court and they're like "Y/N YES WE LOVE YOU WHOOP WHOOPPP!!" like keep it down you bozos 😭 one time you got injured, luckily it wasn't too serious but he carried you around like his life depended on it. spoiled and pampered you to death but who's really complaining 🤨 so happy when your team wins, literally screams... no words... just screaming but yk what, you'll take what you can get because he treats you out to eat afterwards <3

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . super king cow baby is always giving you pep talks before hand like he's your coach 😭 screams as loud as he cans to show you his support even if it's incoherent to you, you know it's him and that gives you more motivation lolzies!!! writes your jersey number down like junkyu and brings hand-drawn signs with your name on it. always goes to your games and sometimes bring his hyungs along and cause more ruckus but who's surprised at this point??? suckas are LOUD MFS!!! when you get injured, he has no clue what to do... almost like brain empty but once you tell him he's kinda like.. OH OK HAHA LOL and helps you out with whatever you need. when you win, he's literally pick you up and put you on his shoulders while chanting your name. it's happened so many times but it always catches you off guard which is another reason why he loves to do it 😭

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume ... @tayhunwoo ... @h4chi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrbot

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. this is an interesting concept 😭 not that big of a fan when it comes to basketball but the prompt was too cute to pass up 😭😭

#treasure #treasure reactions #treasure imagines #treasure drabbles #treasure blurbs #treasure x reader #treasure fluff #choi hyunsuk #park jihoon #kanemoto yoshinori #kim junkyu #👒 ˚₊✩‧₊ requested

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?” Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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wedreamerz · 4 years

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Roll You In Sugar

Follow Up to Buttons

Written for @mcukinkbingo

Square Filled: SugarBaby/Daddy

Pairing: Tony/Peter. (Peter is 18+)

Rating: E

Warnings: None

Tags: Daddy/Sugar Baby, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Smut, Fluff

“Good night, Daddies,” I blew a sleepy kiss to my guests before turning off the camera. It was a good show. The guests had been encouraging, their comments just enough to tip me other the edge. But I was disappointed when youknowwhoIam was mostly silent through the show. He’d thanked me at the end but other than that, he’d been quiet.

I fell back onto my bed, surrounded by discarded clothes and dildos, hoping he hadn’t been disappointed with my performance. A little chime sounded on my laptop, indicating a notification had come through. I stretched a groaned, not wanting to move, but curious, a little hopeful.

<youknowwhoIam> private: You’re stunning, Sweetheart. Where are you? Let me take you to dinner? Let me spoil you like you deserve.

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He wore a mask, black lace that obscured his features but did nothing to hide his beauty. I was hard, leaking and throbbing with need but I didn’t touch myself. This performance wasn’t for me, despite his cheeky Iron Man underoos.

The others talked to him, shouted commands. I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I wanted to whisper in his ear. I wanted to hear him moan when I touch him, open his tight little ass on my fingers. He deserved flesh, flowers, kisses, and silk - not those cheap nylon stockings that clung to his firm, pale thighs. I wanted to put him in the finest. And I wanted him all to myself.

Chest flushed, cock so hard in his fist, he came so pretty. I watched, breathless and aching when he let go, little nose scrunched, mouth open and ready for me to fill it.

God… did I want to fill it.

~~~~~~~~~

My heart raced. He wanted to meet me...like... actually meet me. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t meet a complete stranger I’d barely spoken to.

Could I?

<Underoos> private: How do I know you’re not a serial killer?

<youknowwhoIam> private: I’m not.

<Underoos> private: But how do I know?

<youknowwhoIam> private: I’ll prove it. Turn on your camera.

<Underoos> private: Why?

<youknowwhoIam> private Trust me, Sweetheart. All I wanna do is show you something.

I bit my lip, butterflies at war in my stomach. I was still naked and for a moment I considered staying that way. He’d already seen me come. But outside of the show, it felt strange, a little too exposed. So, I pulled on my Iron Man hoodie and zipped it up before turning on the camera.

The window popped up as usual. And I saw that youknowwhoIam was the only one in the chat. In the next moment, my screen flickered, and another window popped up, a black screen that scrolled with code for just a second before it lit up, revealing someone’s chest.

The software didn’t work this way. I couldn’t see any of the guests, only chat with them.

“What the…” I whispered.

A large hand covered the camera lens, distorting the screen for just a moment before it pulled away and…

My stomach dropped down to my knees.

“T-Tony Stark?”

~~~~~~~~~~

The boy had a point. I could be anyone. But I wasn’t. And the fastest way through that argument was revealing my identity. I had no qualms about it. I wanted him to know me, know who I was and what I wanted.

Friday hacked the system and with a quick adjustment to the camera, I got to watch that beautiful face light up with excitement and awe.

“T-Tony Stark?” he said, eyes wide.

“See, I told you, not a serial killer,” I said with a smirk, leaning back against the headboard.

“H- how did you…right...you’re Tony Stark. Of course, you hacked my computer.”

“Not yours. Your company’s. Just a little piggybacking off of their cam feature.”

He smiled at that, genuine and so fucking sweet. He shook his head and shrugged. “Why?”

“Because I want you to take me seriously. I want to take you to dinner."

He looked into the camera, bit his lip. "But why me?" he asked with a frown. "I'm just a broke college student trying to make a little money camming."

"Let's just say I don't like to share. I want you all to myself. Just dinner. No obligations. No strings. I'll fly wherever you are. And if you never want to see me again, so be it."

"I… I'm…"

He was looking for an excuse to say no. But he wanted to say yes; I could see it in his eyes.

"Come on, Sweetheart… what do you have to lose?" I said softly, careful not to swing his pendulum in the opposite direction. "Tell you what, let's just start at the beginning. What's your name?"

He glanced to the side at something off-camera - a door maybe? Was he alone? Did he have a boyfriend? I didn't care. He drew a breath and seemed to come to some kind of decision.

"Peter. Peter Parker."

~~~~~~~~~~

He sent a limo. A long, black stretch limo. A week after Tony fucking Stark hijacked my webcam, it pulled up in front of my apartment, standing out like the sorest of thumbs.

I had been waiting on the stoop, hoping May wouldn't notice. I hurried forward as a tall, kind of cranky looking man got out of the driver's seat and met me on the sidewalk.

"Peter Parker?" he asked, eyeing the row of apartments with only a touch of distrust.

"Um, yes." I gulped and shoved my hands in the pockets of my only good dress pants.

"Great. The Boss asked me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't be here to pick you up. He'll meet you at the restaurant. My name is Mr. Hogan. I'll be your driver tonight."

He opened the door for me, and I stepped back, second- no, fourth guessing this decision. What was I doing? I had no business meeting a client.

But it's Tony Stark, that thirsty voice in the back of my mind piped up. The one that had been there when I'd jerked off to the countless posters, magazines and leaked bootleg, cellphone porn videos. He was my celebrity crush, my goal. I wanted to be like him: genius, superhero, philanthropist. He made a difference.

But it's Tony Stark, that other voice spoke up, the one who never failed to notice the articles about the people he'd been spotted with.

"Come on, kid. Boss isn't gonna wait forever," Mr. Hogan said, nodding at the open car door.

"Right, uh, sorry," I said as I climbed in.

It was quiet inside, warm and cozy in contrast to the February chill. The only coat I owned looked horrible with the grey dress pants and a blue dress shirt I'd chosen. So, I'd ditched the coat and topped the outfit with the soft grey sweater May had gotten me last Christmas.

I didn't know where we were going or even if what I was wearing was appropriate. I mean, Mr. Stark was used to the best, the finest. I looked down at my pants, already wrinkled, and frowned.

This was a huge mistake.

~~~~~~~~~~

I'd done my research.

Peter Parker had graduated high school early and was at the top of his class, in his third year at Empire State University where he majored in Biophysics and minored in journalism. He was a photographer and had had several of his photos featured in The Daily Bugle just this year alone.

I couldn't help but be impressed. Not only was Peter the most beautiful creature on the planet, he was a fucking genius. But what made my boy truly fascinating was what he got up to in his spare time. And I'm not talking about camming. Imagine my surprise when I learned that my boy had a secret identity that had nothing to do with Underoos.

When the limo pulled up to the restaurant, I smiled and sauntered out from under the awning. I waved Happy away and he waved back in acknowledgment as I opened Peter's door.

He looked up at me, all wide-eyed and fresh-faced, like a fucking princess ready for the ball. His cheeks were flushed, lips bitten pink.

“Mr. Parker?" I said and extended my hand.

"Mr. Stark."

He smiled; a tiny thing that grew until his eyes lit with pleasure. His hand in mine wasn't something I was prepared for, the warmth, the want of never letting it go. Neither was his cheeky grin.

He looked up at the restaurant I'd chosen and chuckled. "Not quite what I was expecting," he said.

I eyed the little brick building and nodded. "It's my favorite Italian joint in Queens. They have the best -"

"Chicken parm, I know," he said. "We order from here all the time."

"Good. Unless you'd rather go somewhere else? Uptown? I have a jet; I could take you for real Italian food."

"Oh, no no no… I'm not complaining. I love this place. I just assumed…"

"That I'd take you to some big fancy Manhattan hot spot?"

Peter nodded and looked down at his shoes.

"Would you have been comfortable there?" I asked, gently turning him, tipping his chin so that he met my gaze. "Meeting me for the first time in the middle of that chaos?"

"No," Peter admitted.

"That's why I chose here," I said, not admitting to hacking his google account, looking through his Yelp reviews. "I wanted you to feel comfortable."

"Thank you. I... I was a little intimidated. I mean…"

"I know, Sweetheart. But you shouldn't be. You're young, sure. But I did my homework. You're brilliant. Come on. They're holding a table for us in the back."

~~~~~~~

Hand on the small of my back, he guided me inside. I melted, literally leaned into his warmth. I'd known he was beautiful and witty. But to have the full force of Tony Stark's undivided attention, to be swimming in that warm espresso gaze - it was more intoxicating than any amount of attention I could ever receive from the men in the chat.

I'd expected wooing, amusing anecdotes from his trip to Japan or the last Avenger's mission. But he continued to surprise me.

"So, tell me about your classes," he said after we had ordered.

"Oh, um… I'm studying Biophysics. But you probably already know that," I said.

"I know what you're studying and that you're top of your class. But I'd like to know what your plans are. What do you plan to do with your degrees?"

"I'm not really sure yet. I guess, whatever I do, I just want to make a difference," I said. "I want to do something to help people."

He listened. He didn't once look at his phone. He didn't interrupt me and seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. Which was more than I could say for most guys my age. But then guys my age never did interest me.

Dinner flew by so fast. When the waiter brought the check to the table, I focused on the slice of chocolate cheesecake we were sharing. I'd reluctantly agreed to dinner and now that it was over, I couldn't help but want more.

~~~~~~~~~~

The limo was waiting, a toasty warm refuge in the flurry of flakes falling from the sky. He'd agreed to dinner and fulfilled his promise, but I didn't want him to go.

Peter shivered and I frowned, noticing that he wasn't wearing a coat. I stepped closer and smiled.

"Thank you for coming to dinner," I said softly and stroked his cheek, not missing the way he leaned into my touch.

I wanted to push him into the limo, pull him to my arms - into my bed. I wanted so much more from Peter Parker than a one-night stand. I wasn't a jealous man. Morally, I had no issue with the way Peter made money. But the thought of the men in the chatroom watching Peter in his most intimate moments made me want to break things and I knew I'd never be able to handle it.

I wanted Peter all to myself.

"I had a good time," he said with a smile so sweet it made my teeth ache.

"Don't you have a coat?" I asked and he looked down, cheeks pink from more than the cold.

"It didn't look good with my outfit," he mumbled. I pushed down the possessive urge to wrap my arms around him and instead took my coat off and set it over his shoulders. It was too big, but he snuggled into the warmth with a grin.

"But now you're cold," he said.

I tipped up his chin. He didn't resist.

"Then come keep me warm," I said. "Come home with me, Peter." I held my breath, expecting an argument or excuses.

But Peter didn't pull away. He smiled and stepped closer.

"I'd like that."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Come here, Sweetheart," Tony purred and patted his knee. I'd never wanted to be anywhere more and moved into his lap without hesitation.

He ran his hands up my thighs and chest, then cupped my face.

"You're so beautiful," he said. "And smart. Peter, I'm so amazed by your mind and impressed with your tenacity and kindness. You should be proud of everything you've accomplished."

I loved the way he made me feel, all melty and out of my head. On camera, I was in control. In my day-to-day, I had to be very aware of my schedule, budget, and time management. But in Tony's arms, for the first time in I couldn't remember how long, I felt like I could let go.

Tony Stark thinks I'm amazing. I couldn't help but wonder what he would think if he knew that I had yet another secret identity. That I was the vigilante crime fighter for the people The Bugle had been going on about recently.

He rubbed his thumb over my lips, gently pressed between them when I opened for him.

"So fucking pretty," he breathed. "Can I kiss you, Sweetheart?"

I nodded, expecting him to swoop in for the kill. Instead, he slowly moved his hands down my back, cupped my ass and yanked me closer. He was hot, already hard, and smelled like a fucking dream.

I closed my eyes and moaned when he bent, not to my lips, but my neck. He nibbled up the length, pausing to bite and suck at my earlobe before tracing my jaw with his tongue. I tipped my head back and revelled in the attention. He took his time. nibbling and sucking his way to my lips. When he finally got there, finally took my mouth, I was ready to give him everything.

Demanding, luscious, his kiss was all-consuming. I let him take control, bent to his will until I was panting and rolling my hips, desperate for friction. He pulled back with a pop and then sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me moan. He pressed soft kisses to my lips and then across my face.

I whined when he grasped my hips, slowing my movements.

"Slow down, little Spider," he whispered. "I want to see you come apart in my bed."

It took a moment for his words to sink in, moving through the chemical cocktail in which my brain was swimming.

I gasped. Eyes wide, I met his gaze, suddenly shaking.

"Shhh, it's okay. Yes, I know your secret. But it just makes me want you more." He stroked my back, soothed my fears. "You're so amazing, Peter Parker. Let me show you how much. Let me spoil you. Let me ease your way."

~~~~~~~~~~

Peter tensed as the reality of my words sunk in. Yes, I knew he was Spiderman. Friday had found out while doing a facial recognition on the boy. A security camera had caught a few seconds of his face as he dipped down an alley to change. When Spiderman emerged a few moments later I put it all together.

"You're so amazing, Peter Parker. Let me show you how much. Let me spoil you. Let me ease your way."

"M-Mr. Stark...I--"

I had to be cautious. Peter was proud. And he should be. I didn't want him to think I was trying to take anything away from what he'd done on his own.

"I want you, Peter," I said softly, stroking through his curls. "Forgive me for prying -- it's what I do. But everything about you is a fucking wonder. Everything I learn just makes me want you more. But Sweetheart, I don't think I can share you."

Peter frowned, pouting just a little bit. My stomach clenched.

"What do you mean?"

"Watching you online...Jesus, you're fucking beautiful. Those men don't deserve you. Peter, I... when I say I want you -- I want you all to myself. I can't… I don't think I can handle sharing you like that."

Peter looked me in the eye and shook his head. "But I... that's how I support myself."

"Let me."

Peter shook his head and frowned. "Let you what?"

"Let me support you. Let me give you everything you need. Everything you deserve-"

"Mr. Stark, I'm not...I can't… I'm not gonna be some Sugar Baby. I work hard for-"

"Peter, just listen to my proposal, okay? Just listen to me. And if you never want to see me again, I'll have Happy drop you off at home."

"Happy?"

"The bearded man in the driver's seat."

Peter huffed a laugh. "Ironic. I like it. Okay, go ahead," he said after a moment's consideration. I thought it was a good sign that he didn't pull away or move from my lap.

"You're brilliant, Peter. And investing in your future would not just benefit you. I have to look out for me, too. And to that end, I need bright young minds like you in my camp. I want to offer you a full ride to your current or dream school of your choice. You study, spend your time being brilliant, graduate and then come work for me. I'd be an idiot not to snap you up before my competition gets wind of your accomplishments."

"But I still need to live. And Mr. Stark, you just met me. How can you even be sure that you'll want to continue seeing me?"

"You're right. I know, shit happens. There are no guarantees that you'll want to continue seeing me either. I mean, I snore sometimes and I can't fucking cook to save my life."

Peter giggled at my joke and I smiled. I wanted to pull him into my arms, but I knew I had more work to do if I was going to seal this deal.

"That's what contracts are for, Sweetheart. We negotiate, each party gets what they need, and we both go home happy. Or even better, we go to bed happy."

Peter bit his lip and looked at where my hands rested on his thighs.

"All this because you don't like to share?" he said softly.

"All this because I see so much potential in you. I want to encourage you; I want you to see that you deserve more than what you're settling for right now. You've done an amazing job. I am only offering to make it easier for you to achieve your goals."

Peter smiled and finally met my gaze. "And the fact that you wouldn't have to share me with the men in the chat room?"

"Consider it a bonus," I shrugged. “Besides, you’re fucking Spiderman. Imagine the things we could do together.”

Peter laughed and kissed me, soft and sweet and so fucking delicious. Then he scrambled out my lap and crawled over to the minibar. He grabbed a handful full of napkins and then climbed back into my lap.

"Do you have a pen?" he asked.

As we made our way out of Queens and headed toward the tower, Peter and I engaged in the fine art of negotiation.

~~~~~~~~~~

We left a trail of scribbled up napkins and clothes from the door to Tony's bed. Specifically, my clothes. He'd stripped me bare while he remained fully clothed in the most beautiful suit I'd ever seen - charcoal with a pale silver shirt and lavender striped tie.

Tony pushed me gently onto the bed and stood up with a playful smirk.

"Be a good boy," he said. "And watch."

I bit my lip as he slowly removed his jacket, breathless with anticipation.

"Per Article 2, Subsection 1 of our agreement, I'm now basically your Sugar Daddy. And I get to roll you sugar as often as I desire."

"I don't think that's how it's worded."

"Hmmm, but that's the spirit of the agreement."

Tony winked and moved over to his dresser. "In fact. I'd like to start right now."

I sat up, my feet barely touched the plush carpet as I perched on the edge of his bed, curious.

"I loved your outfit the other night," he said. "But my Baby gets only the best."

He handed me a flat, black box with a silver ribbon around the middle. I slid off he ribbon and squirmed with excitement. He'd bought me something before we'd even come to an agreement. I wasn't used to relying on someone else to buy me things. Sure, the Daddies on the chatroom bought me sex toys and underwear off my wish list. But none of those gifts had ever been given with such an expensive brand name on the box. It thrilled and terrified me at the same time.

My cheeks warmed; the flush spread down my neck as I opened the box to find a pair of real silk stockings. They were black with a row of tiny, silver spiders around the thigh.

"Daddy," I breathed, stroking the fabric. My body responded as I imagined how they would feel against my skin. I'd never owned a thing so fine and delicate.

"May I put them on you?" he asked.

"But… I don't want to rip them," I answered, looking up to Tony's eyes.

He smirked and cupped my cheek. "Baby, if you rip them, I'll buy you another pair."

I bit back a gasp. Tony chuckled as he devoured me with his eyes, watched as I hardened from just his words.

”Lie back," he said.

I did as he asked, heart beating wildly in my chest.

He took my foot in his warm hands, massaged strong fingers into the arch. When I moaned with pleasure and closed my eyes, he murmured, "That's it, Baby, relax. Let me spoil you."

Tony pulled one stocking from the box and scrunched it around my toes. He pulled it up, smoothed it up my thigh, and tugged the band into place.

"Exquisite," he said, stroking up and down my calves.

I peeked through lowered lids to watch him to the same with the other stocking and then press kisses up each of my legs. I loved the warmth of his breath through the silk.

"Perfect. See the way they fit you? Like a second skin," Tony said, rubbing his lips just above the band. "I only want the finest to touch your skin, Peter. And tomorrow, after class, we're going shopping."

I opened my mouth to argue but he pressed a finger to my lips. "Indulge me, Sweetheart."

My cock throbbed. The way he said even the most innocent of things made me wild, made me want to climb into his lap and please him.

"Okay, Daddy," I said, preening when he beamed at me.

"Good boy," he purred.

~~~~~~~~~~

I wasn't prepared for the way those words made me feel.

"Okay, Daddy."

Peter had said them on the video, talking to the men. And yeah it had been hot. But this time… this time those words were all for me and it was as if he'd given me the keys to Disneyland.

"Come here, Baby," I said, pulling him to his feet. "Show Daddy how you look."

Peter did a little turn, his cheeks on fire.

"You look so fucking pretty, Baby. You wanna show Daddy how much you like his gift?"

I was worried for a moment that I had taken it too far, that he'd be offended. But he whined and nodded before falling to his knees.

"That's it, Baby," I crooned, running my fingers through his hair as he undid my belt and pants.

"Daddy," he whispered, almost to himself, when he pulled my cock free. I smiled. He was so fucking adorable.

He wrapped his hand around my shaft and leaned forward to rub his lips over the tip.

"You're so big," he said, breath warm against my skin.

"You like it, Baby?" I asked.

He pressed a kiss to my frenulum and looked up at me with the most mischievous expression before parting his lips and taking me between them. He took me slowly down his throat and for a moment I couldn't breathe.

Peter closed his eyes and shuddered, pulled back with a little gasp. He smiled and looked up into my eyes.

"Fucking amazing," I whispered. He squirmed and smiled at the praise, nibbling little kisses up my shaft and around the head. He licked around the tip, little pink tongue flicking and teasing until I thought I might come like that.

"Fuck, Baby. Come here, I'm gonna come if you keep that up and I don't wanna come in your mouth this time."

He whined and pulled off my dick with a salacious pop. I wiped his chin and patted his cheek before pulling him to his feet.

I removed the rest of my clothes and sat down on the bed, scooting back to lean against the headboard. Peter scrambled into my lap as soon as I held out my hand.

"Condoms?" he asked, and I smiled.

"Good boy," I said and rummaged in my bedside table for the box and tube of lube. I handed them to Peter, and he smirked as he set them aside within reach.

"Fancy," he commented, eyeing the brand names.

I shrugged and gathered him to my chest, trailed a finger down his spine. "I told you, Baby. Only the finest touches your skin," I whispered and continued down between his pert little cheeks. "And that includes this sweet little pucker here."

Peter moaned, pushed back on my finger.

"Open me up, Tony," he murmured into my chest and stroked the sensitive skin around where the arc reactor had been.

He had to know what he was doing, had to realize what he traced. But he said nothing, only kissed the spot reverently and pushed back against my fingers again.

"Okay, Baby," I said and grabbed the lube.

Peter made the most delicious noises. As I fingered him open, he whined and moaned, rocked his hips in a languid dance that left me breathless. Our cocks brushed together with just enough friction to excite and tantalize but not tip us over the edge.

"M'ready, Daddy, please," Peter whispered, scooted back and reached for the box of condoms.

Watching Peter concentrate might be the cutest thing in the world - especially when he was concentrating on rolling a condom down my shaft. He took his time, little pink tongue between his teeth as he drizzled lube down my length.

Satisfied, he looked into my eyes and said, "How do you want me, Daddy?"

I pulled him closer, ran my hands over the swell of his ass, and squeezed. "Just like this, Baby. Ride my cock."

Peter wrapped his arms around my neck and rose up on his knees. He took me slowly, eyes never leaving mine. I moaned as he quivered around me, desperate to thrust, take his tight little hole. But I reined in my control and let him lead.

"Oh my God, you feel amazing," he breathed into my neck.

"So do you, Baby. Now please, for the love of all that is holy - move."

~~~~~~~~~~

Filled and enveloped, I lost track of where I ended, and he began. Never had I been so consumed. The scent of his skin, the taste of his kiss - I took all of him into me in return.

"Daddy," I breathed.

"Don't chase it, Baby. Let it come to you."

He bit my lip and thrust up into me. I met him on the upstroke, sparks burst behind my eyes.

He caressed my silk-clad skin, hands skimming over my thighs, moving up to grip my hips.

"You look so fucking pretty in those stockings, Peter," Tony growled. "I love the thought of you in pretty things, perfect, beautiful things. Things that I buy just for you."

"Daddy," I cried out. "Please." I needed...I needed everything, wanted all of him. He reached between us and grasped my cock, gave it a squeeze that made the sparks return.

"So hard for Daddy. So ready to cum all over his new stockings."

"Yes."

"Yeah?"

"Daddy!"

"Come for me," he whispered, lips on my ear, hand around my cock. With a few firm strokes, I was there. He pulled me down to take all of him as he grunted his release.

I looked down to find my cum on my belly and thighs, thick white streams soaking into the fabric, into the pale skin that showed through a few tears. I shuddered and squirmed as Tony pulled another stream from my body before I collapsed against him, warm in the cocoon of his arms.

He pressed kisses to my temple and stroked my back as we caught our breath. Still hard, Tony moved just a little, slowing sliding deeper inside.

Into the silence that followed, I whispered, "I ripped my stockings, Daddy."

Tony chuckled. "It's okay, Baby. Daddy will get you a truckload of stockings. A pair for every single day."

I snuggled into his chest, rubbed my face into the soft hair, tracing the ridge of scar tissue with my tongue. I was unprepared for how utterly cared for he made me feel.

"And I'll wear them only for you," I said, meaning it. Why...how could I ever want anyone else?

Tony released a breath he seemed to have been holding. I smiled, charmed by his little insecurities.

"Just you," I said again.

He kissed my forehead and rested his cheek against my head.

"Just for you," he repeated my words. I knew them for what they were.

I giggled, sleepy now, light as a feather. "You gotta. You signed a contract."

Tony huffed a laugh. "Baby, I don't need a contract to hold me to that promise," I heard him say as I fell asleep in his arms.

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