Fic: Decorum - Pepper/Coulson 9/? (NC-17)
Title: Decorum
Fandom: Iron Man/MCU
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Pepper/Phil
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Pepper and Phil have sex.
Notes: 2086 words. If there are any instances where Phil is still called p-, let me know, I had to write it that way. If you don’t want to read the smut, feel free to skip this, you won’t miss anything. I promise.
Pepper drove him home and walked him up to his apartment, helping him open his door and following him inside. He considered offering her coffee as he held the door open for her, but when she came in he whirled her around and kissed her soundly instead, unable to resist the impulse to do so. He kicked the door closed behind them, trying to wrap both arms around her, grunting in pain when he pulled at his shoulder.
“Oh, Phil careful,” she said.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
He nodded, kissing her again and taking her hand and pulling her through his apartment slowly, dropping kisses on her face, her neck, her shoulder. Marking every freckle he could find on her bared skin as they made their way to his bedroom.
“You might need to help me undress,” he said, “took me half an hour to get into this shirt.”
She chuckled and extracted herself from him. She carefully pulled the sling from his arm, laying it down on the chair in his room, taking a moment to look around the clean tidy room. He had a dark blue comforter, and crisp white pillows on his bed, everything was in it’s place. Pepper smiled at him, cupping his cheek and kissing him quickly before helping him out of his dark jacket and starting on the buttons of his shirt.
“You’re trembling?” Phil said, taking her hands, his shirt hanging half open.
“Oh, am I?”
“Pepper what’s wrong?” he asked, kissing her gently.
“Nothing, I guess, I’m nervous.”
“We don’t have to do anything,” he said, “I can take you home right now. Or we can have coffee and talk.”
“I don’t want to go home, and I don’t want to talk,” she said, taking her hands from his and continuing to open his shirt. “I want you.”
She was blushing as she said it, but her hands were a little steadier as she helped him out of the shirt, running her fingers across his chest lightly, barely touching.
“Then why are you so nervous?” he asked, sucking in a breath. “Pepper.”
She smiled.
“I guess it’s been a while,” she said, running one finger around his nipple, making Phil jumped. She didn’t look at him, she kept her eyes on his chest, hands running down to his abs. He tipped her face up gently, smiling at her, the anxiety was back, her fingers were shaky against his skin and her eyes were dark.
“I understand,” he said softly, kissing her again. He turned her around and kissed the back of her neck above her dress making her shiver. With his good arm he unzipped her dress, pulling the soft garment from her pale body and urging her to step out of it. She turned around, dressed only in blue lingerie, blushing furiously. Phil smiled at her, her arousal building quickly.
“Pepper, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” he told her. He went to manoeuvre them over to his bed, but she stopped him, hands going for his belt, a playful little look on her face. It was sexy as hell, and Phil would’ve dropped to his knees there and then but wasn’t sure it was a good idea with only one good arm.
“It’s only fair,” she said with a grin, unbuckling his belt and pulling open his trousers. She pulled them and his boxer briefs down, kneeling down in front of him and unlacing his shoes. Phil looked down at her, half-hard erection just in front of her and the vision of it making him groan quietly. She helped him out of his trousers and underwear until he was naked in front her, and she looked up at him, flushed and smiling. “Phil,” she said, but he couldn’t quite answer her, he had started to lose some of his higher brain function and almost swore when she leaned forward a little a licked a line down his erection, watching as it grew, grinning the entire time. He moaned loudly when she took him into her mouth, hands moving to her head, fingers running through the light red hair.
“Pepper…” he groaned. He pulled at her shoulders and she rose up, kissing him on the lips, letting him whirl her around and place her on the bed. “Ladies first,” he said, making her laugh.
She was beautiful, lying back on his bed, skin flushed red, freckles dotted all over her body and disappearing underneath the blue lingerie. He moved over her, laying his body flush next to hers, she was all warmth and the sweet scent he associated with her and her alone. She smiled at him, moaning softly as he ran his hand gently down her body. He wanted this to be perfect for her, to be perfect for her, and tried not to feel that insecurity as he opened the front clasp of her bra, pulling it away from her body. Every time he revealed another part of her he felt like he would die.
He smoother his hands over her breasts, palms over her nipples, watching her reactions carefully.
“What do you like Pepper?”
She blushed, her cheeks red and eyes away from his, and he wondered if he’d crossed a line, even as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her underwear.
“You Phil,” she whispered.
He smiled and shifted again, pulling down her panties and slipping them from her long legs. He ran his hands up again, her skin soft and warm, settling between them and kissing the dark patch of hair at her centre. She gasped his name and he looked up to see her staring down at him intensely.
He loved her, and almost told her, before licking a line over her folds and the growing wetness there. She was sweet, and strong, and he pressed his tongue to her clit experimentally, testing her reactions. She moaned his name, and he did it again, starting a rhythm of licking her folds and flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, until she was starting to shift against him and he pressed his tongue inside her, feeling her tight around him and shuddering.
“Oh Phil,” she groaned, louder this time.
He smiled to himself, pushing his tongue in and out of her until she was writhing, running his fingers lightly up her inner thigh, moving back to run his index finger over her wet centre.
“In - inside,” Pepper moaned and he did as she requested, pushing one finger slowly into her tight body, bending down again to lick her at clit. She was breathing hard, trying to keep some composure but he wanted to see her uninhibited, completely open and happy. He pushed another finger into her body, slowly, letting her body get used to it before starting a slow rhythm. She started to move her hips in time with his fingers, her moans coming quicker and louder, skin flushed all over and he didn’t think she could look any more stunning than she did on the edge of her orgasm. He sucked her clit hard, deep into his mouth, and she came with a small squeal, shaking, her thighs cradling his face a little too tightly. He kept lapping at her clit and folds though, softer each time until she was pushing him away whimpering, her legs relaxing around him.
He pressed kisses to her thighs, to her stomach, moving up to her breasts and licking around one nipple and making her gasp.
“You are ridiculously good at that,” she said, panting a little. He grinned at that, but it quickly turned into a slack mouthed groaned when she reached down to palm his erection.
“Pepper,” he moaned, “I never did get that massage.”
She laughed, wrapping her hand around him. He shuddered and kissed her, before pulling her hand away so he could settle between her legs, pressing against her entrance. He wanted to push in so badly, but held onto the edge like that, just pressing, just the tip at her wet folds until she tilted her hips, smiling at him.
“Come on Phil,” she said. “It’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” he hissed, moving his hips again and running his length over her centre, making them both groan.
“I’m very sure,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed as his movements sped up a little.
He nodded, kissing one more time, before reaching down and guiding himself into her body. They both moaned, Phil bracing himself against the intense pleasure as Pepper’s hot body surrounded him for the very first time.
“Oh God,” Pepper whimpered, voice higher pitched than before, eyes screwed shut. She was stunning, and he could barely keep his own eyes open to watch her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper and he took the hint, starting to move against her, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in hard and making her gasp. She felt like heaven, and he knew he loved her. He had known from the moment he had met her, trying to be professional and keep his mind on the job and not her smile, or her smarts, or her stunning figure.
He wasn’t perfect, but this was. Pepper was.
“M-ore,” she choked out and he moved harder, trying to keep a rhythm going but his entire body stuttering a little, the inconsistent thrusts making her cry out, louder and louder each time. “Oh Phil.”
He hadn’t expected her to be so vocal, but she gasped and muttered and moaned, words and noises and variations on his name and God’s. His name on her lips, strangled and strained as he moved a little hard, trying to keep it together enough to make her orgasm again if he could. He struggled through, getting lost in the sensation that was Pepper Potts. He kept his eyes on her face, watching every movement, her slack jaw and red cheeks. He could hold on, it would be worth it. He groaned as she moved beneath him, thrusting up to meet him, hips slamming together and he moved faster, pressing in as deep as possible, shifting her legs a little higher around his waist. She gave a high pitched wail and he figured he’d hit the right spot then, it certainly felt amazing on his end and he was losing whatever composure he had left in her body.
“Pepper,” he groaned, unable to hold it back any longer, and reaching between them, he searched out her clit with his fingers. He rubbed her, fingers clumsy and slipping through the wetness there until she was clawing at his back and choking his name. He watched as she threw her head back into his pillows as she came, crying out, face beautiful and he followed her into that bliss. He wanted to scream. Or swear. Or something, but he couldn’t get his mouth to work. He could just hold on and shake as he came, everything turning white hot and the pleasure feeling just a little too much to take for a moment. Pepper held on to him tightly, moaning as his hips jerked a few last times.
He collapsed on top of her, Pepper’s legs falling from around him, her body relaxed and warm beneath him. She was still panting a little, his own breathing ragged too, and he managed to move to the side, throwing an arm over her body and pulling her close to him. She turned onto her side, giving him a lazy smile. She was so beautiful.
He was so in love.
“You are amazing,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”
He didn’t quite know what to say to her, he was pretty sure he shouldn’t tell her how he felt. Not right after they’d had sex for the first time. Even after fantastic sex.
He kissed her instead, sweaty bodies pressed together and she moaned a little.
“I don’t think, I don’t think it’s ever been that good,” he admitted. She blushed, burying her head in his chest for a moment.
“Really?” she asked, voice almost a whisper.
He nodded and hugged her close, pulling at the blankets they’d kicked aside, covering them both.
“Phil, I want to tell-” she yawned, eyes slipping closed.
“Get some sleep Pepper,” he said. “We can talk in the morning.”
She mumbled something against his chest, but he didn’t ask her to repeat it, relaxing into his bed, relishing in the warmth of her around his heart.