Iron Man Fic: Heir (15/16) Tony/Pepper (NC-17)
Title: Slow
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summary: The chapter with the sex in it.
Notes: 1546, effectively just sex. Took too long to write. Sorry. Last part is an epilogue.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
viii. Imagine
ix. Names
x. Sure
xi. Mission
xii. Photo
xiii. Sleep
xiv. Dress
This was what he had been waiting for, for weeks now, what things had been building up to. This was the part he was good at, but he was letting Pepper lead him through the mansion, lead him through this.
In the bedroom, she stood him at the end of his bed, positioning him his she wanted, arms stretched out, legs spread a little. She smiled at him, kissing him on the lips, the cheek, down his jaw before pulling back to unbuttons his shirt, slowly, material opening bit by bit and exposing his skin. After every button she kissed his chest, working her way down slowly, lips pressing gently on his arc reactor, nipples, abs, until she dropped to her knees before him.
She reached up and put his arms down to his side, his shirt falling to the floor behind him. He looked down at her in wonder, not exactly knowing what she was doing, but loving her all the same. She kissed the patch of hair on his navel, making him groan, leaning back on her heels to pull open his belt buckle and trouser fly. She pulled the slacks down, as slowly as she removed his shirt, fingers brushing lightly down his legs, tickling the back of his knees. That made him jerk a little, and groan again. She smiled at him, urging him to lift one leg up, then the other, so she could remove his pants and socks.
She didn't speak, and he didn't quite know what to say either. He just waited for her next move, her next instruction.
She leaned forward on her knees, mouthing his semi-hard erection through the boxers he wore, wetting the material and making him hiss.
“Get on the bed,” she said, quietly.
He nodded dumbly, moving around the bed to lie in the middle of it, resting on his elbows to watch her.
Pepper reached behind her and tugged on the zip of her dress, letting it pool at her feet and she stood before him in just a black thong. Tony was pretty sure his brain was going to short out. She removed the thong as gracefully as anyone could and he reached down to palm his dick at the sight of the neatly trimmed copper curls at her centre, long legs, perfect breasts. She was beautiful.
“Hands off,” she said, moving towards him, and he placed his hands by his side immediately.
She straddled him, leaning to kiss him, and he took up a fistful of a the sheet, arching his body up into hers. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. She pulled back a touch, smiling.
“You can touch me Tony,” she said, softly, “just not yourself.”
“Whatever you say Pep,” he muttered, moving his hands up her back, running his fingers into the loose red curls. She caressed his lips and mouth with her tongue, and they made out on his bed for long minutes, hips thrusting minutely into each other. Tony couldn't keep his hands still as she kissed him senseless, her hands cupping his face. He ran them up and down her back, around her waist, up to her breasts and she groaned when he kneaded them. He pinched her nipples and her hips jerked hard against him, making them both cry out.
He put his hands on her hips again, holding onto one side, moving his other hand down to her clit and stroking gently. She moaned loudly shifting her hips, until she was pressing down on his erection heavily. He tried to hold back his groan, and she thrust into his hands as he pushed a finger into her body, her every breath now a gasp.
“Tony, please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” he asked, voice hoarse. “Please stop? Please make you come? Please fuck you?”
He grinned at the extra flush of anger that stained her already red face, and pushed another finger into her body, holding them still and letting Pepper fuck herself on his fingers. With his other hand, he pinched her clit and she cried out, shaking above him, around his fingers. The heat and wetness was wonderful, and he slowly removed them, licking them clean as she came down from her high.
He pulled her down and held her tight, kissing her, smiling the entire time, before rolling them both over. He looked down at her and she still had her eyes closed.
“Pepper,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Open you eyes.”
“Can't.”
“Why not?”
“Scared.”
“Of what?” he asked, panicking.
“This,” she said. “Us. Makes it real.”
He didn't understand, and kissed her, relieved when she kissed back, grabbing his hands. She moved one above her right hip, beneath her body, and she felt the birth control patch.
“Take it off,” she told him. “Carefully.”
“Only if you open your eyes,” he said.
There was a moment, a breath, before she did so, smiling up at him.
“I love you,” he told her, pulling the patch from her skin.
“Love you too Tony,” she said.
They both knew it wasn't going to happen right away, it was just the progression of things, of their relationship. Tony suspected it made the whole relationship more real for Pepper. Dates, groping, even an orgasm, didn't quite cement it for her, but this, this she couldn't deny.
He pushed into her, his thrusts a stutter almost as the heat surrounded him, making him groan. Pepper was gasping on every push deeper into her body and he when he was completely inside her his head started to spin.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Oh God yes,” she said, arching her body up into his. Her eyes were closed again, face twisted, head thrown back against the pillow..
“Good,” he groaned, pulling out of her body, erection slick and hot, immediately missing the tight pressure. He pushed back in, and she moaned, a long low 'oh' and he groaned too.
Tony shifted her hips up, and she wrapped her legs around his waists. He stilled himself again, kissing her on the lips until she yanked her lips away from his.
“Move, Tony, move,” she whimpered and he smirked doing as she wanted, pulling out and pushing in.
He started up a slow rhythm, very slow, torturing them both. Every pull out made Pepper whimper, gave Tony a second to breathe, to think. Every push in made them groan in unison, Pepper's groan a little more high pitched, moving her hips in counterpoint to his. Moving slow like this, was both torturous and wonderful. Her body was so tight, legs squeezing his waist, skin soft under his hands. It was all so fucking good.
He couldn't tell her that, couldn't get a word out, all he could do was keep up the agonising pace and enjoy the intense pleasure working it's way up his spine.
“Please, Tony please,” Pepper managed to get out.
“What?” he choked. “What?”
“Mo-”
Mo?
She wanted more, God he wanted more too, and he gripped her hips harder and started to move faster. With more force.
Every inward thrust made her cry out and he relished in the sound, enjoying it as much as the pleasure itself. Pepper was as hot on the inside as her now flushed, burning skin. Her eyes were open now, watching him, mouth slack, her cries getting louder and louder. He kissed her, and she bit down on his lip, making his growl in pin and fuck her harder. He lost his mind a little in the movements and felt her come, her nails digging into his back, muscles in his leg squeezing his waist, her internal muscles pulsing around him and he was pretty sure he could die happy.
He closed his eyes, found a little energy to thrust in just a little harder as she shook beneath him, little cries escaping her mouth while he fucked her until he broke, coming inside her with a shout and a jerk of his hips.
He knew he was too heavy, but she didn't move to push him away, hands stroking over his sweaty back, kissing his cheek. Her legs fell away from his waist and onto the bed heavily, and he pulled his head up to look at her.
Pepper was smiling at him, eyes barely open but a lazy happy grin on her face.
“Good?” he asked.
“Amazing Tony.”
“Good,” he said, finally putting his hands firmly on the bed to push himself up, off and out of her body. She groaned a little and so did he, falling to the side beside her, arms around her. She shifted into his body.
“Hey Pep?” he muttered into her hair. “Will you marry me?”
He spoke so quietly, half afraid she would say no, and hoping that she didn't hear him ask if that was the case.
“On one condition,” she said, lifting her head up to smile.
“Anything,” he breathed out.
“Don't tell anyone you asked me to marry you while we were in bed naked.”
Author: anxiousgeek
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summary: The chapter with the sex in it.
Notes: 1546, effectively just sex. Took too long to write. Sorry. Last part is an epilogue.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
vi. Guilt
vii. Change
viii. Imagine
ix. Names
x. Sure
xi. Mission
xii. Photo
xiii. Sleep
xiv. Dress
This was what he had been waiting for, for weeks now, what things had been building up to. This was the part he was good at, but he was letting Pepper lead him through the mansion, lead him through this.
In the bedroom, she stood him at the end of his bed, positioning him his she wanted, arms stretched out, legs spread a little. She smiled at him, kissing him on the lips, the cheek, down his jaw before pulling back to unbuttons his shirt, slowly, material opening bit by bit and exposing his skin. After every button she kissed his chest, working her way down slowly, lips pressing gently on his arc reactor, nipples, abs, until she dropped to her knees before him.
She reached up and put his arms down to his side, his shirt falling to the floor behind him. He looked down at her in wonder, not exactly knowing what she was doing, but loving her all the same. She kissed the patch of hair on his navel, making him groan, leaning back on her heels to pull open his belt buckle and trouser fly. She pulled the slacks down, as slowly as she removed his shirt, fingers brushing lightly down his legs, tickling the back of his knees. That made him jerk a little, and groan again. She smiled at him, urging him to lift one leg up, then the other, so she could remove his pants and socks.
She didn't speak, and he didn't quite know what to say either. He just waited for her next move, her next instruction.
She leaned forward on her knees, mouthing his semi-hard erection through the boxers he wore, wetting the material and making him hiss.
“Get on the bed,” she said, quietly.
He nodded dumbly, moving around the bed to lie in the middle of it, resting on his elbows to watch her.
Pepper reached behind her and tugged on the zip of her dress, letting it pool at her feet and she stood before him in just a black thong. Tony was pretty sure his brain was going to short out. She removed the thong as gracefully as anyone could and he reached down to palm his dick at the sight of the neatly trimmed copper curls at her centre, long legs, perfect breasts. She was beautiful.
“Hands off,” she said, moving towards him, and he placed his hands by his side immediately.
She straddled him, leaning to kiss him, and he took up a fistful of a the sheet, arching his body up into hers. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. She pulled back a touch, smiling.
“You can touch me Tony,” she said, softly, “just not yourself.”
“Whatever you say Pep,” he muttered, moving his hands up her back, running his fingers into the loose red curls. She caressed his lips and mouth with her tongue, and they made out on his bed for long minutes, hips thrusting minutely into each other. Tony couldn't keep his hands still as she kissed him senseless, her hands cupping his face. He ran them up and down her back, around her waist, up to her breasts and she groaned when he kneaded them. He pinched her nipples and her hips jerked hard against him, making them both cry out.
He put his hands on her hips again, holding onto one side, moving his other hand down to her clit and stroking gently. She moaned loudly shifting her hips, until she was pressing down on his erection heavily. He tried to hold back his groan, and she thrust into his hands as he pushed a finger into her body, her every breath now a gasp.
“Tony, please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” he asked, voice hoarse. “Please stop? Please make you come? Please fuck you?”
He grinned at the extra flush of anger that stained her already red face, and pushed another finger into her body, holding them still and letting Pepper fuck herself on his fingers. With his other hand, he pinched her clit and she cried out, shaking above him, around his fingers. The heat and wetness was wonderful, and he slowly removed them, licking them clean as she came down from her high.
He pulled her down and held her tight, kissing her, smiling the entire time, before rolling them both over. He looked down at her and she still had her eyes closed.
“Pepper,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Open you eyes.”
“Can't.”
“Why not?”
“Scared.”
“Of what?” he asked, panicking.
“This,” she said. “Us. Makes it real.”
He didn't understand, and kissed her, relieved when she kissed back, grabbing his hands. She moved one above her right hip, beneath her body, and she felt the birth control patch.
“Take it off,” she told him. “Carefully.”
“Only if you open your eyes,” he said.
There was a moment, a breath, before she did so, smiling up at him.
“I love you,” he told her, pulling the patch from her skin.
“Love you too Tony,” she said.
They both knew it wasn't going to happen right away, it was just the progression of things, of their relationship. Tony suspected it made the whole relationship more real for Pepper. Dates, groping, even an orgasm, didn't quite cement it for her, but this, this she couldn't deny.
He pushed into her, his thrusts a stutter almost as the heat surrounded him, making him groan. Pepper was gasping on every push deeper into her body and he when he was completely inside her his head started to spin.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Oh God yes,” she said, arching her body up into his. Her eyes were closed again, face twisted, head thrown back against the pillow..
“Good,” he groaned, pulling out of her body, erection slick and hot, immediately missing the tight pressure. He pushed back in, and she moaned, a long low 'oh' and he groaned too.
Tony shifted her hips up, and she wrapped her legs around his waists. He stilled himself again, kissing her on the lips until she yanked her lips away from his.
“Move, Tony, move,” she whimpered and he smirked doing as she wanted, pulling out and pushing in.
He started up a slow rhythm, very slow, torturing them both. Every pull out made Pepper whimper, gave Tony a second to breathe, to think. Every push in made them groan in unison, Pepper's groan a little more high pitched, moving her hips in counterpoint to his. Moving slow like this, was both torturous and wonderful. Her body was so tight, legs squeezing his waist, skin soft under his hands. It was all so fucking good.
He couldn't tell her that, couldn't get a word out, all he could do was keep up the agonising pace and enjoy the intense pleasure working it's way up his spine.
“Please, Tony please,” Pepper managed to get out.
“What?” he choked. “What?”
“Mo-”
Mo?
She wanted more, God he wanted more too, and he gripped her hips harder and started to move faster. With more force.
Every inward thrust made her cry out and he relished in the sound, enjoying it as much as the pleasure itself. Pepper was as hot on the inside as her now flushed, burning skin. Her eyes were open now, watching him, mouth slack, her cries getting louder and louder. He kissed her, and she bit down on his lip, making his growl in pin and fuck her harder. He lost his mind a little in the movements and felt her come, her nails digging into his back, muscles in his leg squeezing his waist, her internal muscles pulsing around him and he was pretty sure he could die happy.
He closed his eyes, found a little energy to thrust in just a little harder as she shook beneath him, little cries escaping her mouth while he fucked her until he broke, coming inside her with a shout and a jerk of his hips.
He knew he was too heavy, but she didn't move to push him away, hands stroking over his sweaty back, kissing his cheek. Her legs fell away from his waist and onto the bed heavily, and he pulled his head up to look at her.
Pepper was smiling at him, eyes barely open but a lazy happy grin on her face.
“Good?” he asked.
“Amazing Tony.”
“Good,” he said, finally putting his hands firmly on the bed to push himself up, off and out of her body. She groaned a little and so did he, falling to the side beside her, arms around her. She shifted into his body.
“Hey Pep?” he muttered into her hair. “Will you marry me?”
He spoke so quietly, half afraid she would say no, and hoping that she didn't hear him ask if that was the case.
“On one condition,” she said, lifting her head up to smile.
“Anything,” he breathed out.
“Don't tell anyone you asked me to marry you while we were in bed naked.”