Kink Bingo - Crossdressing (Underwear)
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a_qTitle: The Necessity
Fandom: Iron Man
Pairing: Pepper Potts / Tony Stark
Kink: crossdressing; underwear
Word count: 950
Notes: silly story. Silly, silly story. Pepper wear Tony's underwear, hah! I don't know. I'm like... So freaked out by the concept of it :p
She didn’t plan it. Actually, it was a pure accident. Pepper Potts was never clumsy except that one time and she just happened to be carrying a coffee cup. It spilled all over her grey skirt and drenched her from waist down.
“Oh…Crap,” she said aloud because she was alone in the kitchen. Except for Jarvis of course, but it wouldn’t rat on her. Pepper snatched a bundle of paper towels and wiped the floor first, because it was an annoyance to get the dried coffee stains out of the white tiles. Then she turned her attention to herself. She couldn’t save the skirt. She sighed and walked to the small maid’s room where she kept a change of clothes. The room was filled with stuff she might need at the seconds notice; whole gear of hair products, make-up, shoes, whole selection of business suits and few evening gowns just in case.
She kicked the shoes off and unzipped her skirt. Her stockings were wet too, so she pealed them off and threw them into the trash. She dug the closet for a black skirt and new panties but only found the skirt. There was no clean underwear, no bras, no nothing.
“Oh… Double crap!”
She couldn’t walk around without underwear. First, because it was un-ladylike, second because Tony could sniff a bare bottom mile away and nothing would keep him from smirking and joking about it for days. Pepper was pondering the dilemma when the phone rang.
“Pepper, I’ve lost my notebook, find it for me right now.”
He was working with something new and strange in his workshop. That was somewhat normal, so Pepper tried not to worry too much. It wasn’t easy though. She worried about him all the time.
Right now, the most pressing problem was that she needed something to wear. There wasn’t much time to come into decisions. She noticed the pile of clean laundry wrapped in clear plastic. She was supposed to arrange the clothes into his closets first thing in the morning, but today she had been too busy answering frantic phone calls from the head office. She grabbed the bag of underwear, pulled the first pair out, and just slipped in the briefs. She ordered herself not to think about how wrong it was. No thinking!
She hurried to the kitchen, poured another mug of coffee before rushing upstairs to retrieve the notebook she had found while tidying up. Despite the stern mental workout, she couldn’t help noticing how the briefs cling against her hips. The fabric felt soft and smooth in distinctive yet completely unusual way compared to her underwear. The briefs were loose in strange places, for obviously she couldn’t fill the space as Tony could. She tried not to blush, and steered her thinking into something else. The errands, the hysteric press, icebergs, snowflakes. She punched the door code and with an impressive balance act (oh, now you can do it!), she held the door open and kept the coffee mug from spilling.
“Here is your notebook and some coffee.” Her voice didn’t shake or squeak at all and she was very proud of herself. She tried to keep it short because she imagined how the briefs would just randomly combust if he would even glance at her direction. Just then, he glanced at her.
“Thank you… Ms. Potts?”
“Yes, Mr. Stark?” came out of her mouth when really, she should have just act as it wasn’t a real question and leave. He turned away from the workbench and eyed her head to toe with a curious look. Pepper tried to stay calm and not fidget under his scrutiny.
“You seem different today, Ms. Potts. Have you changed your hair?”
“No, everything is quite the same, thank you for asking. I’ll let you get back to the project.” She tried to just turn around and walk back upstairs, but Tony was having none of it. He stepped closer, leaning his hand against the door so she couldn’t open it without pushing his hand away, and of course, she couldn’t do that. It would have been rude. She tried very hard not to think about the underwear but her thoughts skidded downwards like obeying gravity. She felt the blush coming.
“No, I’m sure there is something different about you today. You seem so…radiant,” he pointed out, staring at her point blank. Any other woman would have crumbled under that gaze but not Pepper Potts. She just smiled calmly. He doesn’t know, he doesn‘t… No thinking!
“I believe this is my usual level of radiance, Mr. Stark. If you excuse me, I have several things I must attend…”
He stared at her for a moment longer, but finally he moved aside so she could open the door. “Whatever it is, I like it. You should do it more often, Ms. Potts.”
“Yes. Of course. Thank you,” she muttered before rushing to the staircase and back upstairs. She sat down with shaky legs and pressed her head against her hands. Do it more often!
It was completely inappropriate thing. She would get up and go change into her own underwear, except she didn’t have any. She sighed. The briefs were terribly comfortable though, and he had ordered her to keep it up… She stood up. What harm would one day do?
A week later, several pair of briefs had mysteriously found their way into Pepper Potts closet. The small pile was like the biggest, dirtiest secret she had and she loved every part of it. Especially her new level of radiance.
Fandom: Iron Man
Pairing: Pepper Potts / Tony Stark
Kink: crossdressing; underwear
Word count: 950
Notes: silly story. Silly, silly story. Pepper wear Tony's underwear, hah! I don't know. I'm like... So freaked out by the concept of it :p
She didn’t plan it. Actually, it was a pure accident. Pepper Potts was never clumsy except that one time and she just happened to be carrying a coffee cup. It spilled all over her grey skirt and drenched her from waist down.
“Oh…Crap,” she said aloud because she was alone in the kitchen. Except for Jarvis of course, but it wouldn’t rat on her. Pepper snatched a bundle of paper towels and wiped the floor first, because it was an annoyance to get the dried coffee stains out of the white tiles. Then she turned her attention to herself. She couldn’t save the skirt. She sighed and walked to the small maid’s room where she kept a change of clothes. The room was filled with stuff she might need at the seconds notice; whole gear of hair products, make-up, shoes, whole selection of business suits and few evening gowns just in case.
She kicked the shoes off and unzipped her skirt. Her stockings were wet too, so she pealed them off and threw them into the trash. She dug the closet for a black skirt and new panties but only found the skirt. There was no clean underwear, no bras, no nothing.
“Oh… Double crap!”
She couldn’t walk around without underwear. First, because it was un-ladylike, second because Tony could sniff a bare bottom mile away and nothing would keep him from smirking and joking about it for days. Pepper was pondering the dilemma when the phone rang.
“Pepper, I’ve lost my notebook, find it for me right now.”
He was working with something new and strange in his workshop. That was somewhat normal, so Pepper tried not to worry too much. It wasn’t easy though. She worried about him all the time.
Right now, the most pressing problem was that she needed something to wear. There wasn’t much time to come into decisions. She noticed the pile of clean laundry wrapped in clear plastic. She was supposed to arrange the clothes into his closets first thing in the morning, but today she had been too busy answering frantic phone calls from the head office. She grabbed the bag of underwear, pulled the first pair out, and just slipped in the briefs. She ordered herself not to think about how wrong it was. No thinking!
She hurried to the kitchen, poured another mug of coffee before rushing upstairs to retrieve the notebook she had found while tidying up. Despite the stern mental workout, she couldn’t help noticing how the briefs cling against her hips. The fabric felt soft and smooth in distinctive yet completely unusual way compared to her underwear. The briefs were loose in strange places, for obviously she couldn’t fill the space as Tony could. She tried not to blush, and steered her thinking into something else. The errands, the hysteric press, icebergs, snowflakes. She punched the door code and with an impressive balance act (oh, now you can do it!), she held the door open and kept the coffee mug from spilling.
“Here is your notebook and some coffee.” Her voice didn’t shake or squeak at all and she was very proud of herself. She tried to keep it short because she imagined how the briefs would just randomly combust if he would even glance at her direction. Just then, he glanced at her.
“Thank you… Ms. Potts?”
“Yes, Mr. Stark?” came out of her mouth when really, she should have just act as it wasn’t a real question and leave. He turned away from the workbench and eyed her head to toe with a curious look. Pepper tried to stay calm and not fidget under his scrutiny.
“You seem different today, Ms. Potts. Have you changed your hair?”
“No, everything is quite the same, thank you for asking. I’ll let you get back to the project.” She tried to just turn around and walk back upstairs, but Tony was having none of it. He stepped closer, leaning his hand against the door so she couldn’t open it without pushing his hand away, and of course, she couldn’t do that. It would have been rude. She tried very hard not to think about the underwear but her thoughts skidded downwards like obeying gravity. She felt the blush coming.
“No, I’m sure there is something different about you today. You seem so…radiant,” he pointed out, staring at her point blank. Any other woman would have crumbled under that gaze but not Pepper Potts. She just smiled calmly. He doesn’t know, he doesn‘t… No thinking!
“I believe this is my usual level of radiance, Mr. Stark. If you excuse me, I have several things I must attend…”
He stared at her for a moment longer, but finally he moved aside so she could open the door. “Whatever it is, I like it. You should do it more often, Ms. Potts.”
“Yes. Of course. Thank you,” she muttered before rushing to the staircase and back upstairs. She sat down with shaky legs and pressed her head against her hands. Do it more often!
It was completely inappropriate thing. She would get up and go change into her own underwear, except she didn’t have any. She sighed. The briefs were terribly comfortable though, and he had ordered her to keep it up… She stood up. What harm would one day do?
A week later, several pair of briefs had mysteriously found their way into Pepper Potts closet. The small pile was like the biggest, dirtiest secret she had and she loved every part of it. Especially her new level of radiance.