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billion dollar man - part 15

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, fluff, angst, smut x3: exhibitionism, outdoor sex, slight dom!tony, 69.

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a/n: Carol Danvers in this series is based on Charlize Theron, not Brie, just to make the story line more comfortable! Please let me know what you think!

You adjusted your dress one last time in the mirror, it clung to you like a second skin, showcasing every inch of you through the thin material and you’d brought it for the specific reason of making Tony’s head spin, wanting to look your absolute best for his birthday.

Unlike Nat, Tony had decided forgo throwing a lavish party this year, thinking it best for his reputation if things got out of hand - which they tended to do at his gatherings - and instead choose to spend his birthday at his mansion in Malibu with you and the rest of his friends. The thumbing bass of the music travelled through the house, a few celebratory cheers sounding as the party started as you checked your appearance to make sure everything was perfect before heading down to join everyone.

Although the number of people attending the celebration was much smaller than Nat’s you had no doubt that it would be just as rowdy, if not more so, than hers. Your point seemed to be proven as Thor and Steve came bombing past you in nothing but their underwear at such speed that you nearly toppled over, both of them launching themselves into the pool as everyone cheered them on from the side lines. You thought back to your university days, the hours you spent pouring over Steve Rogers’ most impressive case files and the image you had crafted of him in your head of a serious strait-laced lawyer couldn’t have been further from the truth.

You spotted Tony on the other side of the room chatting with Sam and Bucky, his attire was more relaxed than normal, but he still looked good. A crisp white shirt tucked into dark grey slacks, the sleeves rolled up and first few buttons undone as he forwent a jacket and tie, his hair left free from product and somewhat stylishly tousled, the slight grey growing through his dark strands behind his ears giving him a silver fox vibe.

Ok, so maybe he looked more than good.

His grin widened as he met your gaze across the room, eyes approvingly drinking in your form as he left Sam and Bucky behind, knowing smirks plastered on their faces, before coming to a stop before you, hands resting on your hips and pulling your body flush against his.

“Fuck, you look incredible,” Tony muttered, nipping at your lower lip as your fingers tangled in the thick hair at the base of his neck, tugging gently on strands.

“Funny, I was just about to tell you the same thing.”

“Oh really?”

You claimed his lips with your own, tongue licking into his mouth in a filthy kiss effectively cutting off whatever crass remark he was going to make, feeling his lips curl into a smirk as his hands travelled from your hips to your ass.

“Happy birthday daddy.”

Tony emitted a noise, something between a strangled groan and a growl, his nose bumping against yours as he rested his forehead against your own, dark eyes blown with lust staring intently at you.

“Bad girl.”

His hand came down to lightly spank your ass, revelling in the way your eyes widened and body jolted at the surprise contact. With a hand on your lower back, Tony lead you to the bar, pouring you a drink before escorting you into the heart of the party, people dancing and drinking as music rang throughout the house. Steve and Thor had both emerged from the pool, standing amongst everyone else in nothing but their soaked through boxers as they raced to down as many shots as they could, boisterous chanting surrounding them, egging on their absurd exploits.

Tony’s Malibu Mansion was a thing of beauty, carved out of white marble it was a delicate blend of both old and new – tradition and modernity – a perfect reflection of its owner’s mind. It was open and spacious, rooms upon rooms fit for whatever he desired, the pool outside overlooking the Malibu coast that the house was built over. Given the size of the abode, all of Tony’s guests were staying there for the duration of the mini-break taken for his birthday and you wondered if the seclusion from the outside world was the reason why people seemed to be acting wilder than usual, the absence of fear at being spread across trashy magazines and gossip sites making people looser than they usually were. Or maybe this was simply how all of Tony’s birthday parties happened to go. The latter wouldn’t surprise you in the slightest.

The place was filled with everyone who was close to the birthday boy and you relished in the feeling of contentment that washed over you as you realised just how many people cared about the man, your mood only dampening slightly when you realised that he didn’t even comprehend just how loved he was by everyone in this room.

Rhodey was here with his wife Carol, hand resting on the little swell of her pregnant belly, and you could tell that Tony was going to spoil that child rotten when they finally arrived. They were chatting to Happy and Pepper who had been forced to take time of from their normal responsibilities and join in with the celebrations, not that they minded of course, happily telling Rhodes and Carol about their upcoming wedding.

Steve and Thor were now engaged in an arm-wrestling contest as Sam and Bucky placed bets on who would win, Nat standing to the side rolling her eyes but the small smile on the face gave away her amusement. Sharon and Hope were sat on one of the sofa’s, a bottle of wine on the table before them as they laughed together about something or another, most likely the poor dance moves of Bruce and Scott on the makeshift dancefloor not too far from them.

The only person absent was Obadiah who couldn’t leave work apparently and you couldn’t say you were disappointed, you had never warmed to the man and you were certain the feeling was mutual but you knew how important he was to Tony, the only family he really had left and so you kept those thoughts to yourself.

Every other important person in Tony’s life were in this very room, all ready to celebrate his birthday with him, to rejoice in his life and their friendship and love for him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Tony wrap his arm around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as he kissed the exposed skin of your neck.

“Lamborghini for your thoughts?”

You let out a snort at his paraphrase, not doubting for a second that he would in fact gift you with such a car if you so much as hinted at it. The two of you began to mindlessly sway slightly, completely ignoring the beat of the music in favour for your own melody that only you could hear.

“I don’t think you understand how birthday’s work; people are supposed to give you gifts, not the other way around,” You teased, turning in his arms to wrap your own around his neck.

You expected to see Tony’s trademark cheeky grin playing at his lips, mischief in his eyes that dared you to participate whatever game he has playing but the was an uncharacteristic seriousness to his features. He still held the same warmth he always did, he was still your Tony, but this was not a joke to him.

“I already have everything I could want.”

His eyes didn’t leave yours for a single second, his face a picture of sincerity, it was nearly too much – too intense - you were torn between needing to bury your face in his chest to avoid his gaze and the inability to remove your eyes from his. You were waiting for the teasing, for the quip, for the inevitable façade to drop but it never did, he just kept his steady gaze on you, seemingly anticipating your response.

Your lips parted but no words would pass them. The silence between you stretching on until you could take it no longer, hand reaching out to cup his cheek, lips quirking in a small smile as he turned and pressed a delicate kiss to your palm.

“Tony, I…”

You what? You weren’t even sure what the end of such a sentence was. Or maybe you were. Maybe it wasn’t uncertainty but fear that kept those words at bay. A confession that you had yet to reveal to yourself.

Before you could think to hard on what to say to him, you heard a shout from across the room, heading snapping in the direction of Sam, Steve, and Thor who were rushing towards the two of you. “Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed like thunder and Tony’s eyes widened, muttering a curse under his breath as he quickly stepped back from you, much to your confusion.

You watched as the hoisted Tony from the ground, easily carrying his weight between the three of them and ran straight towards the pool, throwing Tony into the water before jumping in after him with a yell.

You hid your smile behind your hand, a mixture of shock and amusement running through you as you watched Tony resurface, hair stuck down to his head as he shot an annoyed look at his three friends.

“Seriously? Every year?”

Laughter sounded from behind you, the rest of the party standing along the pool side watching the scene infold before them. You jumped when you felt someone’s breath on your neck, turning to see Bucky shooting you a sinister smirk that caused you to take a few cautious steps away from him.

“Nu-uh Doll, don’t think you’re getting out of this that easily, it’s tradition.”

His arms wrapped tightly around you before you could protest, lifting you off the ground as you let out a startled scream at the sudden altitude change, clinging on to Bucky with a vice-like grip that you were sure would leave marks as he ran towards the pool, submerging you both in the water before you managed to free yourself from his grip.

You resurfaced with a gasp, scowling at Bucky as you wiped the water from your eyes, slapping his arm as he laughed at your reaction, your annoyance short lived as you joined in his laughter, a jovial squeal escaping you as you were sprayed with water as Nat jumped into the pool. Soon enough everyone had thrown themselves into the water – aside from a pregnant Carol, who sat on the poolside with her legs dangling into the water – all fully dressed as they swam about, splashing each other and fooling around like a group of unsupervised children.

You giggled as Tony glided through the water towards you, arms wrapping around your waist as you both spun effortlessly in the water. You combed your fingers through Tony’s wet hair, legs wrapping around his hips, taking full advantage of your weightlessness in the pool.

“You know, if I knew this was going to be a pool party I would have dressed more appropriately,” You taunted, nodding to your ruined dress that clung to your skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Before Tony could respond, the sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips letting you know that he most certainly had something to say, Bucky swam by you on his back, the picture of relaxed elegance as he seemed to recline against the water, the small kicks of his feet pushing him wherever he wanted to go.

“Hey, if you wanna slip out of that dress doll, I sure as hell won’t stop you.”

Your arm cut through the water to send a wave right in Bucky’s face, his cheeky smile falling from his lips as he spluttered at the water caught in his throat and your grinned victoriously. You missed the dark look that passed over Tony’s features but felt the way his fingertips dug into your thighs, nowhere near enough to bruise but hard enough to bring your attention back to him.

Tony captured your lips in a steaming kiss that caused everyone around you to whistle at the sight, your cheeks burning as you buried your face in Tony’s neck. Soon enough the party continued on, no one fazed by the change of location or their ruined attire: Thor and Steve were now competing to see who could hold their breath under water the longest, Scott was doing hand-stands under water, Hope and Sharon were to the side talking with Carol. Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey were in the shallow end talking amongst themselves, Bruce was floating on his back without a care in the world and Natasha was sat on Sam’s shoulder challenging you to a game of shoulder wars.

Without realising, Tony had sunk below the water, quickly moving between your legs until you rested on his shoulders and quickly standing with you atop of him, a startled scream escaping your lips as your quickly moved to balance yourself. Tony’s hands gripped your knees, his beard scratching at the skin of your thigh as his lips grazed the sensitive skin there, your muscles twitching in retaliation to the delicate onslaught and you wondered if Tony could feel the heat of your pussy radiating against the back of his neck.

Nat wasted no time in grapping your hands with hers, trying to push you off of Tony’s shoulders as Sam and Tony tried to keep you both upright, insults flying between them both as you and Nat struggled atop of them. Your raucous giggles hindered you, body shaking with them and you had to stop yourself from falling more than once, upper-body strength diminishing as laughter grew at the look of pure determination on Nat’s face.

Soon enough, you were pushed off Tony’s shoulders, the both of you falling backwards into the water as Sam and Nat hollered in victory, making a lap around the pool with her still sat firmly on his shoulders as they both gloated over their conquest.

The pair decided they needed another drink to celebrate and at the promise of more alcohol, the pool was soon vacant of everyone but you and Tony, the sudden silence around you was only disrupted by the faint sounds of the party continuing back in the house.

“Don’t you want to go back inside? It is your party after all?”

“I’m right where I want to be.”

The teasing smile slipped from your face at the softness in his features, the gentleness of his tone that was void of its usually cockiness and the seriousness in his eyes reminded you of that uncharacteristically vulnerable moment before the boys decided to baptise him in his own pool and just like before you were at a complete loss at what to say.

Before you could think to hard on the matter, Tony stole your breath in a kiss backing you up until you were pressed against the side of the pool, his body pressed flush against yours and you could feel his hard length against your thigh causing you to break the kiss as you gasped in shock.

He couldn’t be serious. Could he?

Tony seemed undeterred by your hesitation, trailing kisses down your throat as he hooked your thigh over his hip, grinding his length against your panty-covered core. You bit your lip to silence the moan that threatened erupt from deep within your chest and you could no longer tell if the wetness in your panties was from the pool or your arousal.

“Tony,” You groaned lowly for only his ears, “We’re outside and your friends are within hearing distance, you can’t really want to do this here.”

“C’mon, I can be quick. And you can be quiet,” Tony nipped at your throat causing you to buck against him, “It’s not like you haven’t cum in front of them before babygirl.”

Heat flooded your cheeks at the memory of those damn vibrating panties and the way he had made you cum in the middle of a charity gala of all things at the very table your friends were all sat around.

“Ya know, I distinctly remember you saying that you had to do whatever Nat asked for her birthday. What? Don’t I get the same treatment?”

You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, making sure that you were in fact alone and that everyone else was preoccupied with the party indoors before your hands moved to deftly unbutton his pants, pulling the zipper down and lowering them enough to free his hard cock, stoking him in your hand as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Tony chuckled darkly at your submission, hands cupping your ass as you pressed you even harder against the pool wall at your back. “Good girl,” He purred in your ear before biting at the lobe causing you to let out a needy whine.

You wrapped your arms around Tony’s neck as he gripped his length in his hand, pushing your panties to the side before running the swollen tip through your glistening folds, your body keening as he bumped against your sensitive clit. Without wasting pretence, Tony pushed into your awaiting heat until he was seated deeply within you, your mouth falling open as a guttural moan threatened to spill from your lips at the feeling of being so full. You bit down on Tony’s shoulder, the slight chemical taste of his soaked shirt from chlorine and detergent coating your tongue, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, your sounds of pleasure were muffled and that was all that mattered in that moment.

Tony began a bruising pace, quickly fucking into you with short, strong thrusts, your ankles locked tightly on his ass as you clawed at his back, the position you were in causing Tony to graze against your g-spot every time he thrust into your wet cunt. His fingers moved to trace messy circles around your clit, the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves coupled with his harsh thrusts pushing you towards your climax at record speed.

A soft whimper escaped you as your orgasm washed over you, eyes clenching shut as you bit down hard on Tony’s neck, his low grunts sounding in your ear as your pussy clenched around his cock, his hand abandoning your overstimulated clit to cup the back of your neck, forcing your head back so he could lock eyes with your bleary ones, the sight of you so thoroughly fucked out triggering his own release, his cum painting your walls as he gritted his teeth to silence his would-be growls.

You two reminded entwined as you both caught your breath, Tony nuzzling his face against yours, the tip of his noise grazing over your skin as a small grin played at your lips. You jumped when you heard Rhodey yelling after you both from the house, eyes widening in fear before you realised he was coming no closer.

“Ay, you two! You ever plan on coming back inside?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming in. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Tony called back, giving you one last lazy kiss before he slowly pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his pants in the water as you adjusted your panties and straightened out your soaked dress as best you could.

Once you were out of the water, you picked up a discarded glass of wine and threw it in pool, the dark red staining the water as Tony watched with a puzzled expression. You arched a brow at him in return, as if it was obvious why you did such a thing, but realisation never seemed to dawn for him.

“It’s to stop anyone going back in there,” You explained but Tony’s features were still twisted in confusion. “Tony, we literally just fucked in there. You can’t seriously tell me you’d be ok letting people go back in knowing what we did?”

He remained silent for a second too long and you gaped at him it became clearer that Tony couldn’t care less if his friends swam in the very same pool you had both fucked in before it even had a chance to be cleaned.

“No, of course not,” He replied unconvincingly, his expression far too innocent to be genuine and you swatted at his arm in retaliation, his faux purity melting to reveal a cheeky smirk as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his body as you walked back inside.

Everyone cheered as Tony reappeared to his own party, talking about how it was just in time for cake, towels wrapped around their bodies as they moved about to prepare Tony’s birthday cake. You thanked Nat as she handed you a towel, the glint in her eye letting you know that she knew you and Tony hadn’t been out there swimming, and you ducked your head to avoid her gaze, focusing instead on drying off your hair as much as you could before wrapping the fluffy towel around your body.

The lights dimmed as Sam carried out Tony’s cake from the kitchen, a multitude of candles light on it and you made your way over to stand next to Tony, his friends crowding round him in a circle as everyone sang Happy Birthday. Your singing, however, was cut off with a snort as Sam placed the cake down on the table in front of you, laughter bubbling from within you as you saw how it was decorated – in icing was none other than the birthday boy himself, in nothing but his underwear as he ran from the paparazzi, hands covering his modesty and the widest eyed expression you had ever seen, it was borderline cartoonish. You were certain you recognised the photo being spread over every nosey magazine and blog there was a few years back.

Tony shot you a mischievous wink before he bent to blow the candles out, everyone clapping as he did before Steve moved removed the candles and cut the cake into enough pieces for everyone. You and Nat moved to the side to allow them to get on with it, narrowing your eyes when Tony refused to move from where the cake was being carved up and you knew he was up to something, the way he shifted his weight from the front to the back of his feet, rocking with anticipation giving him away.

Your suspicions were soon confirmed when Tony grabbed a specific piece of the cake and leaped over the couch to hand it to you with a wide grin, unable to contain his glee. Looking down you understood exactly why he seemed so damn proud of himself, the slice of cake he had handed you was the one that had his iced crotch on it and you sent him a pointed look in return that only caused his laughter to escalate.

It was hard to believe that this man was turning 40 tomorrow.

You stared him dead in the eye as you wiped your finger through the icing, sucking the digit clean as lewdly as you could in present company, making as much of a show out of it as possible and the way Tony’s smile dropped to something more sultry, the way his eyes darkened, glinting with something that boarded on dangerous, let you know that it was indeed working. Tony shifted to sit next to you, tucking you under his arm as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you shared the piece of cake between you.

The night soon drew to an end, Tony’s guests retiring to their respective guest rooms as you followed Tony to the master bedroom, your hand clasped firmly in his as he pulled you through the door. Tony pressed a soft kiss to your lips before stripping out of his ruined clothes and heading towards the shower in the en-suit; normally, you wouldn’t hesitate in joining him but today you had a surprise to ready for him, one that would require some privacy.

Tony emerged from the bathroom, steam silhouetting him in the doorway as he stood there wrapped in only a fresh towel, the fresh scent of his shampoo reaching you as your eyes followed a stray bead of water that ran down the soft skin of his stomach, disappearing as it reached the white cotton that hung low on his hips.

You snapped yourself out of your stupor, rolling your eyes at the smug expression painted on his features, holding your ‘surprise’ behind your back as you slinked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind you.

The hot water was relaxing against your chilled skin, washing away the chemical scent of the chlorine as you tipped your head back under the soothing spray. Stepping out of the shower, you dried your hair that remained glossy to the touch thanks to the hair mask you used and massaged the rich moisturiser into your body, your skin feeling as silky as the garments that sat to the side.

The babydoll was a stunning maroon colour, the silk bra cupped your breasts perfectly, adorned with a deep gold lace along the cups, the sheer skirt stopping at the top of your thighs giving a perfect glimpse of the matching thong underneath. The set had been a gift from Natasha, although she claimed it was a gift for Tony when she had handed it to you last week and you could see why, he was definitely going to get some enjoyment out of it, that was for sure.

You spritzed perfume across your neck and over the tops of your breasts, dabbing some on your inner wrists and thighs as you relished in the seductive floral scent. Casting one last look in the mirror you tied the silk robe around your waist, the fabric ending only a little further than the babydoll did, and walked out to greet Tony.

The man in question was lounging across the bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, idly flicking through a magazine without paying attention to a single word on the page, his head rolling towards you at the sound of the door opening before he snapped up where he sat, crawling forward on the bed as he gapped at you, eyes hungrily devouring your form as you sashayed towards him, stopping at the edge of the bed as he kneeled before you.

His hands caressed your hips, thumbs stroking over the silk that encased you like wrapping paper around a present, eyes taking in every inch of you, unable to focus on one spot for too long. He tugged the bow that held the robe together free, groaning as you were revealed to his hungry gaze, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he pushed the robe off your shoulders and let it pool to the floor without a care.

Tony sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of you, eyes darkening as they roamed over your lace covered breasts and down to the sheer skirt that flared from them, the outline of your thong visible through the material, a throaty groan erupting from deep within his chest as he pawed at you, pulling you closer to him as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply as the smell of your perfume washed over him.

“Natasha?” He nodded towards your attire in question and you nodded in affirmation, letting out a startled yelp as his hands quickly grabbed the back of your thighs and threw you down onto the bed. “Remind me to thank her.”

You giggled as Tony littered the side of your neck with kisses before capturing your lips with his, tongue claiming your own as he rolled his hips against yours, hardening length pressed against your barely covered core. His hands moved to seize your breasts through your bra, back arching at the touch as he yanked the cups down, mouth attaching to one of your hardened nipples as you carded your fingers through his hair.

Tony released your nipple with a lewd pop, shooting you a filthy smirk as he slithered down your body, settling between your legs as he pushed the sheer skirt of your babydoll up, taking the edge of your thong between his teeth and slowly tugging it down your legs as you panted wantonly beneath him.

Before he could so much as kiss your thigh, the most sinful thought crossed your mind, lips curling up at the corners as you quickly sat up, ignoring Tony’s bewilderment as you pushed him onto his back, quickly tugging his boxers off before settling yourself over him.

Tony let out a rasping moan as you straddled his face, glistening lips on full display to his hungry gaze as you pumped his length in your hand. His hand came down on your ass, biting his lip as he watched your flesh bounce at the force before he spread your cheeks apart to give him full access to your pussy.

“God, you’re such a dirty little girl, huh?”

You didn’t answer, instead shooting him a wink over your shoulder before your tongue darted out to lick the length of his pulsing shaft, wrapping your lips around his swollen tip, bobbing your head languidly as your hand gripped his base.

Tony’s head fell back against the pillow with a pleasured howl and you wiggled your hips in his hands to remind him of your own need which he quickly rectified, burying his face between your thighs as he lapped at your cunt like a man starved. Your moan was muffled by his cock still heavy on your tongue, the vibrations causing Tony to buck upwards as he pulled you even harder against his mouth, lips locking around your throbbing bud as he sucked hard. Every action he took against you was repaid in kind, the both of you competing to provide the other with the utmost amount of pleasure.

Your free hand moved to fondle his balls as he slipped two digits into your slick channel, curling them against your g-spot as you jerked at the action, his hand swatting your ass in a warning to keep still. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, the silence of the room punctured by your stifled grunts and groans and the wet sounds of your mouths working against the others sex as you propelled each other to fruition.

Just as your eyes began to roll back into your head, toes began to curl as you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, Tony pulled away from you, hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you off his twitching length and you whined at the loss, of his mouth on your pussy or his cock in yours, you couldn’t be sure.

Before you could even think to question it, Tony pulled you onto his lap with your thighs straddling his own, one hand gripping the base of his cock to stave of his impending orgasm as the other settled on your hip, guiding you into position over his swollen head.

“Fuck,” He hissed through gritted teeth, “Ride Daddy, babygirl. Let me see you.”

Needing no further encouragement, you lined yourself up with his cock, his head pressing against your sopping opening before you slowly sank down on him, velvet walls wrapping around him with a vice-like grip until your pelvis was firmly pressed against his. His hands moved up your hips, bunching the material of your babydoll in his hands before he pulled it up and over your head, tossing it aside with a concern, cupping your free breasts in his hands as your head fell back with a sigh.

You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself, giving an experimental roll of your hips and grinning on the sound Tony emitted, his fingers pinching your erect nipples as he gave a shallow thrust up into you.

“Baby, don’t tease,” he warned.

So you didn’t. You rolled your hips like a wave, making the head of his cock brush against that spot with every movement, this position making you feel every solid inch of him inside of you. You began to bounce harder, faster, your clit grinding against the patch of his hair at the base of his cock as you swirled your hips on top of his, biting your lip to stifle the sounds of your bliss.

You gasped as Tony spanked you, hardened eyes locked on your own. “Don’t,” He growled, voice dripping with menace, “Let me hear you.”

“But-”

“Don’t care, let ‘em here you. Let ‘em here how fuckin’good you ride Daddy’s cock.”

You let your mouth fall open, moans and cries and praises falling from your lips unchecked as you fell forward, one hand on Tony’s chest and the other gripping the headboard so hard you feared the wood would splinter under your touch. Your back arched pulling him deeper inside you, the tightness in your core building and building until it finally snapped, euphoria flooding your every nerve, eyes clenched shut as your body worked through your orgasm, voice hoarse from the scream that tore from your throat.

Tony groaned at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock, your slick leaking out of you and dripping down his balls, quickly pinning your hands behind your back, his calloused hand wrapped around your wrists as he widened his thighs and planted his feet on the bed as he began to wildly thrust into you, chasing his own end as you collapsed onto his chest.

The bed squeaked beneath you in protest, headboard knocking against the wall obnoxiously loud as moans spilled from your lips unabashedly, your cunt making a vulgar squelch every time Tony thrust into you and you had no doubt that everyone in the house could hear the two of you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Perfect little cunt wrapped so - fuckin’ - tight around me. Fuckfuckfuck, baby-” Tony cut himself off with a fierce groan, thrusts losing their rhythm as he sloppily bucked into you, his cum filling you as his cock throbbed with his release, triggering another minute orgasm that sent a small shiver through you.

You both lay there spent as you came down from your highs, slight aftershocks making your pussy quiver around Tony’s softening cock before you fell to the side, the ache in your thighs beginning to make itself known to you, sweat-slicked skin and cum-filled pussy reminding you that you’d need to take another shower before you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep. Once you could actually stand on your legs again, of course.

Tony wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him as he pressed his lips to your bit-swollen ones in a languid kiss before scattering kisses across your cheeks and nose causing you to giggle softly, the corner of his lips curling up in a tender smile.

“You ok?” He asked, fingers stroking up and down your back as you hummed in affirmation. “Want another shower?”

“Yeah.”

“Shame, you look good full of my cum.”

“Tony!” You moved to sit up, slapping his arm lightly in reprimand as you stretched out your muscles.

“What? You can fuck me like a pornstar whose rents due but I say you look good afterwards and suddenly you turn into some blushing virgin at a titty bar?”

You avoided his gaze as you gathered some actual pyjamas, feeling the heat burning your cheeks as Tony’s chuckle sounded from the bed before he stood up, crossing the room to wrap his arms around you from behind, pressing kisses into your neck as he held you to him.

“You’re precious, you know that?” He murmured, voice like velvet and you turned your head to look at him, his earnest expression causing your face to flush even hotter. You cleared your throat, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before taking his head in yours and pulling him towards the bathroom so you could share a hot shower before finally tucking yourself into bed.

There was no round two – well technically, three – in the shower, you were both far too exhausted after such a long evening and even if you weren’t, you doubted your body would be able to cooperate. Instead you exchange soft kisses and even softer touches, his body wrapped around yours as you cleaned each other of your combined releases.

The bed was a welcome comfort, tired muscles practically melting between the cool sheets and pliant mattress. You let out a content moan when Tony pulled you to him, tucking your head under his chin as you tangled your legs with his, the feeling of him curling a loose strand of your hair around his finger lulling you to sleep as your arms tightened around his torso.

“Night Tony.”

You fell asleep before he could answer, the soft puffs of your breath against his chest soothing to the man beneath you who took a strange sense of pleasure in watching you sleep. It was serene. A gift of peace for a part of his soul he didn’t even know needed it. He watched the way your eyes twitched beneath closed lids as you dreamed, the way you snuggled closer to him, the way your mouth parted just slightly as faint snores escaped you.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, careful not to wake you, arms wrapping firmly around your waist as he settled into the bed.

“Night babygirl.”

In a rare occurrence, you woke before Tony, the man still sleeping soundly beside you, arm tossed over your waist and you slowly turned over to face him, careful not wake him. You cast your eyes about his features, his face void of cocky smirk or furrowed brows, for once he looked simply peaceful, like there wasn’t a thousand racing thoughts plaguing his mind. Reaching out, you lightly traced your finger across his cheek, following the slant of his face down to his lips, a small gasp escaping you as his lips puckered to press a kiss to your fingertip, bambi eyes opening to meet your own as his lips stretched in a sleepy grin.

“Good Morning, babygirl,” Tony said on a groan as he stretched his stiff muscles.

“Good Morning,” You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, voice scarcely higher than a whisper, “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.”

You remined embraced together, sharing soothing touches and easy kisses between morning words of adoration. Your eyes caught sight of the small giftbox across the way, bright red ribbon tied around the black leather, for once a gift to Tony, not from him but you were still uncertain if you should actually give it to him or not.

You had debated for weeks if such a gift would be a good idea or not; it would either offer him closure you weren’t even sure he knew he needed or it, or it would reopen old wounds and potentially ruin his birthday. In the end you decided to take the risk, the benefits outweighing the possible damages but as it came time to actually present it to Tony, that nagging feeling of doubt came rushing back.

Hesitantly, you stood from the bed and made your way over to the present that was hidden away in your overnight bag, a peek of the red velvet bow visible from the open case. You kept the present concealed behind your back as you tentatively walked back to the bed, sitting beside Tony who was watching you with an arched brow, intrigued by what you were up to as he mirrored your position on the bed, sitting cross legged opposite you.

“Ok here’s the thing, if you don’t like this, you have to tell me. Cause if you don’t like it, you’re really not going to like it, ya know? And I don’t want to upset you or anything, especially on your birthday, and I can always take it back, no problem – honest. I won’t be offended in the slightest cause I knew it was a risk and I really don’t know why I thought this was a good idea and maybe I-”

“Babe.” Tony cut you off and you drew in a deep breath. How fast were you talking? “Just – breathe, alright? I’m sure I’ll love it.”

You still worried at your bottom lip, apprehension still etched on your features as you placed the box in Tony’s awaiting hands, heart racing as he pulled the ribbon off and opened the lid, eyes watching every slight movement of his face like a hawk as you searched for any signs that he hated what was inside.

Gingerly, Tony lifted the watch out of its box, thumb tracing over the face, intricate metal work that you’d had customised to look like the arc reactor he was working on, your breath hitching in your throat as he turned the watch over in his hands, expression falling as he saw what was on the other side, your heart hammering in your chest as you waited for him to say something.

His eyes kept moving over the engraved letters over and over again, reading and rereading the words as his heart stuttered in his chest, throat drying as his body struggled to process the sheer onslaught of emotions he was feeling.

Tony Stark: A Man of Iron with a Heart of Gold.

The tension in your muscles built as Tony tucked the watch back into its box and placed it on the bedside table, bracing yourself for the inevitable storm as the silence stretched between the two of you. You didn’t know how he was going to react: Red-faced yelling? Sullen silence? Would he ask you to leave? Tell you that you were crossing a line? You had no idea but you did know that you wanted him to do something, the waiting was like torture and you wanted nothing more than for it to end.

“Tony?” Your voice was weak, the desire to reach for him growing with every second but you weren’t sure if you should, if your touch would be welcome.

“C’mere,” He rasped, swallowing against the lump in his throat as he held out a hand for you to take, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist.

His eyes were wide, brighter than you’d ever seen, unshed tears making them sparkle in the light of the morning sun, the corner of his lips curling up in a shy smile. Shy. That was definitely new. His fingers reached out to brush your hair away from your face before cradling your cheek in his hand, thumb brushing over your cheekbone like you were fine art – something to be marvelled at.

He brought your lips down to his, his touch new and familiar all rolled into one. It lacked his usual heated passion, it wasn’t playful nor cocky – it was different, the same lips you loved to kiss but the feeling behind it totally unfamiliar. There was a reverence behind it, the way his lips moulded against yours, the way his hands slid up your chest and freed you from your vest, the way he rolled your body beneath his own and stared down at you with such awe.

Clothes were shed falling to the floor without a second thought, hardened length stretching your innermost parts as he rolled his hips into yours, your chest pressed against his, his hands roaming your back as your own wrapped around his neck, the both of you needing to feel as much as you could. It was far from fucking as you could get, it wasn’t even sex, it was simply about the connection – the two of you as one single being, his soul pouring into yours, leaving his own personal brand on your most sacred part and vice versa.

There was no rush, no hasty movements as you tried to propel the other into climax, there was only the feeling of him rolling his hips into your own, hardly even drawing out of you as he moved, his forehead resting against your own, eyes locked on yours as your soft breaths filled the silence between you.

One hand moved from your back, grabbing on of your own and lacing your fingers with his, pinning it the bed beside your head as he continued his steady rhythm, tears pricking your eyes, threatening to spill because it was too much: his heavy gaze, his touch, his cock, his heartbeat sounding so steadily against your own. And yet, you’d never felt anything so pure before, you wanted to drown in it, to let this moment consume you whole until he was all you could ever feel.

You came together, names falling from each other’s lips like a chanted prayer. A promise. For what you weren’t sure, but it didn’t matter, in that moment you’d have promised him the whole world. He didn’t pull away from you, holding you tight against his body as he settled onto his back, cock still buried within you as he pressed gentles kisses to your lips, fingers dancing along the bare expanse of your back.

He pulled away with a content sigh; “Thank you,” His voice was thick with emotion, deep baritone barely making your ears.

You knew he meant for more than the watch, because it was more than a watch, it was a way for him to move on from something that had been weighing him down for far too long. You said nothing, instead slanting your mouth over his own, fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair.

“I love it.”

This time it was he who watched your expression with bated breath. You searched his eyes for the hidden meaning, you think that was the first time he had ever used the word love for anything before.

He loved it. He loved it. He loved it. He loved you.

Oh.

It wasn’t time – if there would ever be a time - for either of you to admit to those words and say them out loud. But still, the sentiment was there and he was waiting for you to say something.

“I’m glad Tony, I hoped you would.”

The two of you shared small smiles, near conspiratorial in nature, like a secret had been passed between the two of you that only you knew of.

“C’mon, we aren’t the only ones in this house and if we don’t go downstairs soon they’re only going to barge in this room and demand we join them.”

The two of you showered and dressed for the day ahead, heading downstairs and seeing everyone already up, everyone wishing him a happy birthday as he walked into the kitchen. You heard someone complement him on his new watch, his face beaming with pride when he revealed it was from you, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the side of your temple as you all sat around the table for breakfast.

“So,” Sam drawled out, eyeing the two of you over the rim of his coffee mug, “Did you two have fun last night?”

You choked on your juice, heat flooding your face as you stared wide eyed at Sam who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, mortification growing as everyone around the table shared the same knowing look.

“Sounds like they had fun this morning too,” Nat quipped, not looking up from her breakfast as she bit into her pancakes.

That was the final straw, laughter filling the room as you willed the floor to swallow you whole. Tony’s hand came to rest on your thigh under the table, squeezing it reassuringly as he shot you an adoring smile and suddenly, nothing else mattered anymore.

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