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It started as you were waiting to board the quinjet.
A deep sigh turned pleased groan as you began to stretch yourself out, bent at the hips to stretch your hamstrings, gripping the backs of your calves with a sigh and holding yourself there for a moment. Then, a counter stretch: pulling yourself up straight and then backwards, craning your back and tilting your face to the heavens, chest rising and falling. The shape of your tits defined by tight lycra.
You heard him scoff. You bit back your smile.
“A bit early for warmups, no?” You could almost hear the rolling of his eyes. Too easy.
“Just trying to be prepared, Stark,” you smiled politely, looking over your shoulder at his grumpy expression. His response came in the form of his faceplate snapping closed. To hide his leering, you bet. Your ass looked good in your stealth get up.
He was worried about what the rest of the team might think of him, fucking the new recruit. Half his age and only a year on the scene. Tony had a reputation and didn’t want your arrangement to be viewed as a conflict of interest. There was also an added element of protectiveness over you that the team had naturally fallen into. You were the baby of the bunch - in your early twenties, bright eyed and bushy tailed. A pretty little thing too and you knew it. You had learned quickly how your looks could get you what you wanted and had perfected the art of playing it up to incite the desired reaction. You read like prey from first glance - doe eyes and pouty lips - but your quick mind knew how to work a situation. You knew your power.
And Tony, as sharp as he was, had learned that quickly too. Had taken in your pretty act and raised a careful brow, immediately calculating your character: you were a force to be reckoned with. You could look after yourself. You didn’t need protection. You were a lion, not a lamb.
“Thought you could wrap me around your little finger, didn’t you baby?” He growled, crowding you back against the wall and slipping his thigh between your legs.
Your grin was devilish. “Got you where I wanted you, didn’t I?”
Tony sneered, fingers bruising your hips as he dragged you down to grind against him. “I think you need to be put in your place.”
You didn’t think Tony had anything to worry about - not really. Sure, Rogers would bitch and moan for a while. Pepper would probably cause Tony a bit of strife. But when you put your ex in charge of your company, you should expect some friction, right? Natasha knew - go figure. She didn’t give a damn. So really, you were entitled to rub yourself in his face a little before you rubbed yourself off on it behind closed doors. He wanted to keep you a secret? He deserved the ongoing sexual frustration.
“Gotta be quiet now,” his breath was hot against your ear, cock stiff against your ass. “Or do you want them all to know?” He delivered a slow push against you, letting you feel how riled up he was. “Want them to know that you’re not the sweet little flower you make yourself out to be?” You whined, palms spreading flat against the wall in front. “Want them to know how desperate you are for me?”
Your next move took place on the way to the drop point, once the jet had stabilised and you were free to move around.
“Hey Stevie?” You cooed, laying it on thick. You caught the quirk of Tony’s head from his seat in the back corner, free of his suit now which was secured in its holder. “I’ve got a crick in my neck - can you rub it out for me?” Poor Rogers, heart so big that it turned him blind, happily came to you and got to work. Natasha smirked from across the room and you averted your eyes to fight off your own.
Tony shifted when Steve’s heavy hands began to work out the knots in your shoulders, firm thumbs massaging down your neck. Oblivious as he was, Steve started up conversation with Clint, giving you the opportunity to flick your eyes mischievously in Tony’s direction.
He was clenched. Angry. Dark eyes brewing up a storm.
“Ugh, a bit harder, yeah? You don’t have to be so careful with me.”
“No problem,” Steve acknowledged offhandedly before getting back to his conversation.
Tony cleared his throat, primly crossing one leg over the other and settling in to watch the show. Refusing to back down. The downwards tilt of his mouth said you were in for it. And oh, you couldn’t wait.
The mission didn’t require the whole team to go in - a quick in and out, the less noise the better - so while Natasha, Clint and yourself snuck closer to the site on foot, the rest of the team stayed put in the jet. You had just separated from the others, edging around the perimeter, when there was a crackle in your comms.
“What are you playing at?”
You didn’t let the sound of his voice distract you from the task at hand, deftly but quietly taking out one of the security.
“Working. What’s up with you, Tony?”
“This is a direct line - no one else tapped in. Cut the bullshit.”
A direct line? Oh, you couldn’t help yourself then.
You sighed, letting your cunning grin roll out over your lips. He was definitely watching you through his surveillance tech. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, honey,” you hummed, letting a little extra swing fall into your hips as you made your way to the HYDRA base. Sidling up along the side of the building, you scouted the area before relaxing back a touch. “You looked a little tense on the jet. Are you okay?”
You adjusted your position when you heard footsteps and stepped further into the shadows.
“You’re in trouble when we get back,” he growled. You grinned winningly, fingers moving to rest on your earpiece - you couldn’t be off air from Nat and Clint for too long, that was serious poor form.
“Lucky me,” you smiled before tapping back into the main comms line and landing a swift kick to an unsuspecting guard’s jugular. “South side is clear.”
After the extraction, you climbed back aboard the jet and took a seat next to Tony, pleased smile set upon your lips as you buckled up.
“You happy?” He murmured, a warning in his tone.
You sighed, settling in for the ride back and shrugging cockily. “Very. Everything went to plan, like usual.” Your double meaning wasn’t lost on him. His jaw ticked.
“You might be getting ahead of yourself, sweetheart.”
“Oh sweetheart, look at you,” Tony sighed, fingers skimming over your cheeks, then the edges of you lips where they met his cock. “So pretty.”
You moaned around him, opening your eyes as you drew your mouth up his length, tongue flicking over his slit. He was still clothed, saved for where you had pushed his track pants down beneath his ass so you could get to his cock. his hair was damp from a recent shower and falling into his eyes.
“You love this, huh?” He grinned, bunching the hair at your temple in his hand and pulling you back onto him. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re so filthy, aren’t you, baby?”
Bruce had cooked up a fragrant meal by the time you all got back to the tower. The team happily took their plates and took seats around the common area. You followed, aware of the dark presence looming behind you like a shadow.
“I’m heading upstairs,” Tony said to you quietly over your shoulder. You turned to admire his brooding expression, a tell of what he had planned. “You’re coming with me.”
“Actually,” you began to back up towards the group, “I think I might have a wine or two.” Your attempt at a calm smile fell flat when his face darkened further, anger vibrating from him in waves. You forced yourself to push past your apprehension. “I’ll catch you later, yeah?”
You turned before he could bite back, excitement thrumming in your chest.
“You’ve been such a bad girl lately,” Tony said quietly, reaching to take his mug out of the cupboard in his penthouse then turning to the coffee machine. “Maybe I should spank you.” He chuckled.
You tensed involuntarily, eyes zeroing in on his face at the words. Arousal tugged at your core and you squeezed your thighs together underneath the breakfast bar.
He looked up in your silence, tired eyes turning bright at the look on your face. “Oh…” he laughed, turning to face you properly, biting down into his smug smile. “You want that, do you?”
You tried your best to hold out for as long as possible. Tried to get sucked into conversation with Thor - usually an easy thing to do but it was obvious that your mind was elsewhere. Thor checked out with an affectionate pat to your head, disappearing into the kitchen.
“I can see your mind racing,” Nat plopped down beside you on the couch, tucking her feet beneath herself. Her eyes were knowing, like usual.
You smirked, squinting over at her. “You know, don’t you?” Of course she did. Nat was like a locked vault full of the team’s gossip. She loved it.
She rolled her eyes, delicately sipping at her wine. Her red hair shined warm under the soft lounge room light. “Obviously.”
You sighed, stretching your legs out along the couch and resting your feet on her thigh. “You gonna tell?”
“And ruin the fun?” She shot you a disapproving look. “You know I won’t.” Yeah, you knew she wouldn’t. The reassurance was nice though. “Just be careful.”
Your brow raised, surprised. “You don’t think I can look after myself?” Rich, coming from another of the powerhouse women of the group. If anyone would understand what you were like, you’d thought it would be her of all people.
She took another sip of her wine. “I’m not talking about your feelings. Be careful of his.”
It was a warning, thinly veiled as advice between close friends. You knew that Nat loved you but it had always been clear where her loyalty lied. Tony and her had a quiet but tight friendship - she was looking out for him. And funnily enough, it was the first time the thought had crossed your mind - that Tony could be vulnerable to hurt from a fling. Because that’s what it was, right? A fling. Just - a long, drawn out fling.
His touch was tender this time. Slow and gentle as it trailed down the side of your face and along your neck.
“My pretty little toy,” he sighed, the tip of his nose brushing along your own.
You frowned, folding your arms and hugging yourself. “I wouldn’t hurt him.” You looked back to Nat’s knowing eyes, “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“I know. Just be mindful,” she patted your leg before pushing them off her lap, “Now go. It’s obvious you have somewhere else to be.”
You laughed, pushing yourself to your feet. “Obvious to you, maybe.”
“Everyone else here is functioning off a single, shared brain cell.”
“Right,” you smiled, looking up to see Bucky throw his fork across the table at Sam. You fought back another laugh. “Thanks for the insight.” She hummed, relaxing back into the couch.
You bid goodnight to everyone before slipping into the elevator.
“Mr. Stark has requested for you in the penthouse. I’ll take you there now.” FRIDAY’s voice informed you before the lift began to rise, leaving little room for choice.
You smiled, leaning against the cool, metal wall and cocking your hip. “Do I get a say in that, FRIDAY?”
There was a stretch of silence.
“I’ll take you there now.” She repeated, forcing a giggle from your throat. Anticipation curled inside your chest, leaching down between your thighs.
He had been so mad earlier. More riled up by your actions than you’d ever seen before. The fire in his eyes excited you. Tony had always been creative in the bedroom - it was what had made you stick around in the first place - and you couldn’t wait to see what he had planned.
When the door slid open to Tony’s floor, you were buzzing. You almost expected him to be right there, waiting for you, but the room was dark and quiet.
“Tony?” You called out, eyes scanning his living room urgently.
A clink came from the kitchen. You rounded the corner carefully, finding him pouring a drink - just one for himself. “Could I have a whiskey?” You asked politely, leaning against the entry. It was so quiet. Each and every movement he made highlighted, your breathing emphasised and filling you with nerves.
He refused to look up at you, instead capping the bottle of straight and moving to put it away, ignoring your request. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms in front of your chest. “So you’re giving me the silent treatment? Fun.” You had to fill the silence somehow, had to get the ball going. The tense energy was beginning to wrap around your throat.
He looked at you - finally - and took a considering sip of his drink, dark eyes taking you in. You were still dressed in your tac gear, although you’d pulled down the zip at your throat just slightly, given yourself more room to breath earlier. His eyes focused on that spot in particular, jaw twitching.
“Strip,” he said, voice soft and dripping with authority. Your nostrils flared.
“Here?” You asked, raising a brow and cocking your hip, unable to keep yourself quiet and still. You knew you should just do what he said, let him take control and give you what you had been working him up for. But you were nervous. Weren’t ready to give it up just yet.
He raised a brow, completely unimpressed. He turned away again. Ignored you again.
You huffed, fighting down your pride and nerves and doing as he said. You pulled down the zipper at the front of your uniform, peeled off the tight material from your arms and legs, left yourself in nothing but your underwear.
Still, no reaction. He was pottering away at the sink. You wanted to scream.
Instead, you went a step further, ridding yourself of your bra and panties and kicking them away, placing your hands on your hips and waiting. Waiting for a reaction, an order, fuck - some interest, even.
He glanced over after a moment, expression disinterested like he was checking the time. He hummed, placing his glass down on the counter and pushing himself up to sit on the granite, eyes working over your form. “Are you going to listen to me now? Or are you going to keep carrying on?” He asked airily, lifting his glass to his lips again.
You stayed quiet, forcing a deep breath. The chill of the room was forcing goosebumps to break out over your arms and thighs, nipples pebbling at the cold.
He tilted his head, “Well? Are you going to behave?”
You swallowed heavily. Sometimes you wondered if Tony possessed a secret power, one that allowed him to soak up all the focus and authority of the room. He did it so naturally, like it was as easy as breathing. Demanded respect with the set of his shoulders.
“I’ll be good,” your voice had turned frail, thin and crumbling like ash. You held your hands in front of yourself, squeezing your fingers together to fight off the urge to snark back at him.
He squinted his eyes your way, seemingly deliberating whether you were telling the truth or not. He finished off his glass and hopped off the counter, then began to amble up your way. “I don’t think I believe you,” he sighed, tucking his lips in disappointment. He wandered closer, properly drinking your down with his eyes. You could see his mind firing, sparking with ideas at the sight of your naked form. You wanted to reach out, pull him near and press yourself against him.
He sidestepped you, casually wandering around your place until he was out of view. You kept your eyes forward and focused on your breathing. “I’d say that I can’t believe the way you acted today but that wouldn’t be true,” he said, voice close. “In fact, I wasn’t surprised at all. Isn’t that sad, sweetie? That I’m so used to your bad behaviour?” You closed your eyes, a deep surge of arousal throbbing in your pussy that made you clench your thighs together. “And you’re still being bad, even now,” he sighed, disappointment soaking his tone. He kicked the inside of your ankle lightly. “Legs apart.”
You held back your noise of complaint, stepping your feet apart. Cold air played across your wet pussy, making you shiver.
“See, I’ve tried putting you in your place. Whatever I’m doing doesn’t seem to be working though, does it?” His voice was close to your ear, breath dancing down the back of your neck. You mindlessly tipped your head forward, entranced by the feeling.
Your head was pulled back sharply, harsh fingers in your hair making you cry out. “I asked you a question.” He growled.
You whined, trying your best to recall his words but coming up short, adrenaline blurring your focus. “I’m sorry!” You whimpered.
“Yeah, you should be,” he grunted, letting you go with a push. You stumbled with a gasp. “You’ve been so bad. I almost don’t know what to do with you.”
You were positively soaking at this point, adrenaline shooting through you. For once, you didn’t want to push back against Tony’s word because - well, fuck, it seemed as though he was finally giving you what you’d wanted. You listened as his footsteps moved away from you then stopped, the sound of him settling into the couch taking place. You kept your body locked facing away and tried to calm yourself down while you waited for his words.
“Come here.”
You went to him eagerly, pausing in front with excited eyes, fiddling with your fingers. He smiled slightly, “You’re so quiet,” he commented, relaxing back onto the couch and appraising you. “Everything okay?”
Despite the sinister edge to his voice, you knew he was checking up on you. Making sure that you were okay with how things were moving. You’d never tried anything so structured with him - usually your interactions consisted of hastily pushed aside clothes and quick releases. You nodded, squirming slightly, “I’m good.”
His eyes darkened again, smiling falling. “Good. Come here then.”
He pulled you down onto his lap, manoeuvring your body to lay out across his thighs, ass tilted up. “There you go,” he hummed, palm smoothing from the top of your spine, down over your back, then squeezing at your ass. “I want you to tell me what you did today that was so bad.”
You struggled to focus on his words, too caught up by the feeling of his hands finally on your skin. “I um,” you sighed, tilting your hips into his touch, “I teased you.”
Smack. His hand came down hard, shocking a cry from your mouth. Fuck.
“Mmm, you did tease me. Stretching yourself out in front of everyone where I couldn’t touch.” He smoothed his hand over the place he had just spanked. “What else?” He sounded so controlled. Like he could sit there all night, talking you down, making you squirm. He sounded like he was enjoying himself.
You tucked your face into your arms and took a deep breath in preparation. “I let Steve touch me.” Two hits this time, sending you cowering away from his touch, pelvis pushing hard into his thigh. You moaned, squeezing your thighs together and twisting in his grip.
“Stay,” he growled, making you still your movements. “You didn’t just let him touch you, did you?”
“No,” you whined, “I asked him to-“
You cried out loud at the next strike, skin prickling with sensitivity.
“That’s right. You asked Stevie to touch you,” he mocked your earlier words. “And made me watch.”
“I’m sorry-“ you gasped at his hands massaging you flesh, blooms of pain at each point he pressed.
“Then what did you do when we got home? Tell me.”
You braced yourself again, thighs clenched, “I didn’t do as you said - Tony!”
He spanked you, once, twice, three times, all delivered to the crease where your ass met your thighs, sending you into a moaning, gasping mess.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you groaned, arching your back and squeezing your eyes closed. His touch, however soft it had turned as he petted your ass, had you flinching in sensitivity and anticipation.
“It’s okay, baby,” his tone had changed drastically, practically cooing in your ear. “You’re gonna do as I say now, aren’t you? Hey sweetheart?”
You whimpered out an agreement. His fingers dipped between your thighs, slipping between your folds with ease. He chuckled at how drenched you were, dipping a teasing finger inside of you. “So this is what you wanted, huh? This whole time?” He curled his fingers, making you groan. “You wanted someone to properly take care of you,” he stated simply, like he’d finally figured it out. Finally understood.
You hid your face, feeling exposed, emotionally and physically. It was a lot to process.
You had been pushing him, testing his limits, trying to manipulate him towards what you wanted. Snarky, sassy attitude and teasing, so much teasing, all to incite a rise from him. As prideful and secretive as you were, you didn’t want to have to go ahead and tell him. You just wanted him to naturally step into the role that you craved. Call yourself an optimist. Or just - emotionally stunted, maybe. You had almost started to believe that he didn’t have it in him. But fuck, the way his hand held the back of your neck, two fingers twisting into your cunt, you could finally give in. You’d got him where you wanted. Finally.
Your release was nearing quickly and violently, curling up in your core and forcing your moans higher and louder. “Tony, fuck-“
“I know baby,” he breathed, picking up the pace of his hand. “It’s okay, let go for me.”
You clawed at the couch beneath you, wriggling away from his hands as your orgasm shattered through your body, switching your skin into a hyperdrive of sensitivity. Gentle brushes up your slit sparked against the aftershocks of your release until you were twitchy and breathless. You whined, twisting away from Tony’s touch slightly.
He chuckled breathily, giving your ass as affectionate squeeze before pulling you up to sit in his lap, sideways with your legs stretched out. You tucked your face into his neck and twisted your hands into his shirt. His gentle touches, smoothed over your legs and back, carefully guided you down from your high.
He hummed, scratching at your scalp tenderly. “Was that what you were after?”
Gosh, he was so clever. How he could read you so well, when almost no one else could, was beyond you. “Yeah,” you sighed happily, pressing soft lips to his jugular. “Thank you.”
His hand dipped to squeeze your ass, smacking lightly and making you jump. He chuckled.
“Think you can thank me properly?” He asked. Cocky bastard.
You were suddenly very aware of the hard bulge pressing against the underside of your thigh. You arched your back with a grin, raking your teeth against his neck.
“Make me.”