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Title: Guilt
Author: rolleson
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: Sex, sorta.
Summary: Tony is aroused, guilty and desperate.
Notes: 1522 words. Part six.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
He felt guilty. For the first time in a long time, he felt guilty for jerking off, and for the first time since he'd hired Pepper, he felt guilty for thinking about her while jerking off.
He had only really felt guilty once, just that first time, when he was eleven and ruined an eighty dollar t-shirt thinking about his house maid. He felt guiltier about the shirt than he did about his thoughts though.
Now almost thirty years later, the guilt was eating at him, and his erection.
After Pepper had left he'd gone straight to bed, closing down the house and crawling between his sheets naked, thinking about Pepper with every step until he was completely hard. He wrapped his fist around his dick the second he was on his back but couldn't do anymore, couldn't move his hand.
It was pathetic.
He had a full porno running through his mind, Pepper as the star as she so often was. Had been for years. Pepper stretched out on his bed, wearing nothing at all, touching herself, pale skin flushed, breathing hard and rushed as her fingers danced over her clit, as she played with her nipples. Moaning.
God the sounds he imagined were enough to keep him hard but the guilt was enough to stop him from moving his hand, jerking off, moaning into his own orgasm as the Pepper in his head brought herself to hers.
God he wanted to fuck her senseless. Make love, have sex, whatever, he wanted Pepper, not his hand and no one else.
He tried a different fantasy, tried imagining them in the bed together but for some reason couldn't get past the guilt of it. He wasn't even sure why he was guilty, when this wasn't new, these fantasies weren't new. Pepper bringing herself off was an old favourite.
He couldn't shake the feeling though, guilt warring with arousal and losing. He let go of his deflating erection and climbed out of bed to find a pair of pyjama bottoms, he had plenty, and had only really started wearing them six months ago. Part of his post Iron Man personality. Morality, pyjamas and guilt.
He fell into an uneasy sleep, tangled up in his sheets, tormented by his dreams with naked Peppers.
zzzzz
By the morning he was practically shaking. With anxiety, arousal, something.
Guilt, he still felt guilty.
He didn't want to leave the house, didn't want to go into the office. The idea of walking through the busy lobby with a permanent semi, travelling up in the elevator to his office with it's huge glass windows looking down on Stark Industries really didn't appeal. Not with Pepper by his side, attainable for the first time ever and looking incredibly sexy in a business suit.
Sitting in meetings, with her and his semi just seemed like torture. Especially when he probably wasn't likely to get her into his bed tonight.
So he stayed at home and Pepper rang, and rang, and rang some more. Kept ringing, even after he had Jarvis tell her he was ignoring her and would continue to ignore her, but she shouldn't take it personally.
He was full of bad ideas.
When she turned up, he wasn't really surprised, he let her and the pile of files she had under her arm, in. He wasn't surprised that all the files were for him either. The guilt got worse when he saw her though, his fantasies flashing into his brain for brief moments, spurred on by her actual presence. She dropped the files on his coffee table and stood before him, hands on hips.
"You can't just blow off your duties at the office because we're starting a relationship Mr. Stark."
He fantasied about her calling him Mr. Stark in bed. The guilt grew, his dick twitched. He wished he could turn the porno that was his mind off.
"That's not..."
"There's just too much work to do that I need you for," she continued, "unfortunately, and there's meetings and documents to sign..."
"That's not the reason," he said, " and you can forge my signature, I've seen you do it."
"It's better when you sign things yourself," she said. "Slightly less fraudulent."
"I wasn't blowing off work because of you," he said, "well, it is, but it's not."
She arched an eyebrow at him, hands still on her hips and he took a breath before trying again.
"It's not about us," he tried to clarify, but Pepper just frowned at him. "Never mind. Let's just do some work."
"Explain yourself Stark."
He smiled, he was in for it now, Pepper was pissed and he resisted the urge, the need, to adjust his crotch.
"It's you Pepper, I've got a constant fucking hard on because of you and I feel too guilty to jack off!" The words came out in a rush, an angry little push of air following them.
She laughed, which reassured Tony a little because he had been a touch concerned for his balls. Not overly concerned, Pepper was a very collected woman, but he couldn't be completely sure she wouldn't attack give the right stimulus.
"Laughing is good?" he asked.
"Better than anger," she told him with a smile, eyes drifting down to his crotch, then back to his face.
"It's not like I've never avoided work, for, ah, these reasons before."
"I've suspected. You can usually take care of...it."
They were adults, it was ridiculous, but they were both blushing bright red. Pepper had a smirk on her face, but Tony could barely look her in the eye.
"I'm sorry Pepper."
"Why do you feel so guilty?" she asked.
"Because it's you and we're starting this whole relationship thing now."
"Now?"
"Normally I don't have a problem thinking abo-" He stopped talking, and didn't dare look at Pepper's face, staring at her breasts neatly hidden in a white blouse.
"About me?" she asked.
Her tone was neutral, giving him nothing to work with, forcing him to look up and see an arched eyebrow and bemused smile.
"Yeah..." he said carefully.
"I'm not sure it I'm flattered or disgusted."
"I'd venture a guess at both," he said. He cleared his throat. "Look, I'm sure it'll wear off."
"I, I kinda want to help," she said softly, "but I don't want to rush things between us Tony."
"I know, I know," he said, dropping his head.
"But maybe I can still do something."
He looked up and she stepped towards him, kissing him on the lips and running her hands beneath his t-shirt. He groaned, his hands flying to her ass and pulling her close.
"Pepper," he muttered.
"Hmmm?"
She arched her hips into his, with a smirk, rotating them slowly against him, his semi growing quickly. He kissed back hard, pushing his tongue between her lips to taste her, hands squeezing her ass and pulling her tighter against him. He was rough out of desperation, he'd been on the edge all night, almost twelve hours, and didn't think he could last long. Not with Pepper rotating her hips against his, hands playing along the planes of his chest, her lips sliding over his.
It was so good and he was so screwed.
One hand left this chest and she pulled away from his lips with a nip, pulling her upper body away while continuing to rotate her hips against his.. She reached up and flicked open a couple of buttons at the tops of her pristine white blouse.
He looked down at her perfect breasts, in their white lace cups and moaned long, all his fantasies given an edge of reality.
It was really helping.
"I'm going to make a mess of my jeans Pepper," he muttered, pulling open the blouse a little to get a better look.
"That's the idea Mr. Stark," she said in a sultry voice he'd never heard before.
"Fuck."
He was really going to come in his pants, and wasn't completely against the idea. Not with the balcony view, the fiction, her lips teasing his, it was all so good and he was so, so desperate.
He had never come in his pants. Never. Not once. He prided himself on his restraint.
A little dry humping with Pepper and he was screwed.
"This is not conductive to making an heir," he groaned, and she laughed, the vibration of it rippling through him in the most delicious way. "Oh. Fuck," he groaned again, jerking hard once, twice, wrapping his arms tight around her as he came. "God Pepper."
He held her like that for a minute or two, until he came down from his little high, then took a full step away, grimacing at the wetness at his crotch. He could feel his cheeks blushing hot, but Pepper was only a little flushed and grinning at him.
"I'll leave these files with you Mr. Stark," she said, glancing down at his jeans, then back up.
"Er, thank you Ms. Potts," he said trying not to move too much in the sticky jeans. "You'll come for dinner right?" he asked.
"I'd love too."
Author: rolleson
Fandom: Iron Man
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Spoilers: Movie
Warnings: Sex, sorta.
Summary: Tony is aroused, guilty and desperate.
Notes: 1522 words. Part six.
i. Heir
ii. Crazy
iii. Wounds
iv. Talk
v. Norm
He felt guilty. For the first time in a long time, he felt guilty for jerking off, and for the first time since he'd hired Pepper, he felt guilty for thinking about her while jerking off.
He had only really felt guilty once, just that first time, when he was eleven and ruined an eighty dollar t-shirt thinking about his house maid. He felt guiltier about the shirt than he did about his thoughts though.
Now almost thirty years later, the guilt was eating at him, and his erection.
After Pepper had left he'd gone straight to bed, closing down the house and crawling between his sheets naked, thinking about Pepper with every step until he was completely hard. He wrapped his fist around his dick the second he was on his back but couldn't do anymore, couldn't move his hand.
It was pathetic.
He had a full porno running through his mind, Pepper as the star as she so often was. Had been for years. Pepper stretched out on his bed, wearing nothing at all, touching herself, pale skin flushed, breathing hard and rushed as her fingers danced over her clit, as she played with her nipples. Moaning.
God the sounds he imagined were enough to keep him hard but the guilt was enough to stop him from moving his hand, jerking off, moaning into his own orgasm as the Pepper in his head brought herself to hers.
God he wanted to fuck her senseless. Make love, have sex, whatever, he wanted Pepper, not his hand and no one else.
He tried a different fantasy, tried imagining them in the bed together but for some reason couldn't get past the guilt of it. He wasn't even sure why he was guilty, when this wasn't new, these fantasies weren't new. Pepper bringing herself off was an old favourite.
He couldn't shake the feeling though, guilt warring with arousal and losing. He let go of his deflating erection and climbed out of bed to find a pair of pyjama bottoms, he had plenty, and had only really started wearing them six months ago. Part of his post Iron Man personality. Morality, pyjamas and guilt.
He fell into an uneasy sleep, tangled up in his sheets, tormented by his dreams with naked Peppers.
zzzzz
By the morning he was practically shaking. With anxiety, arousal, something.
Guilt, he still felt guilty.
He didn't want to leave the house, didn't want to go into the office. The idea of walking through the busy lobby with a permanent semi, travelling up in the elevator to his office with it's huge glass windows looking down on Stark Industries really didn't appeal. Not with Pepper by his side, attainable for the first time ever and looking incredibly sexy in a business suit.
Sitting in meetings, with her and his semi just seemed like torture. Especially when he probably wasn't likely to get her into his bed tonight.
So he stayed at home and Pepper rang, and rang, and rang some more. Kept ringing, even after he had Jarvis tell her he was ignoring her and would continue to ignore her, but she shouldn't take it personally.
He was full of bad ideas.
When she turned up, he wasn't really surprised, he let her and the pile of files she had under her arm, in. He wasn't surprised that all the files were for him either. The guilt got worse when he saw her though, his fantasies flashing into his brain for brief moments, spurred on by her actual presence. She dropped the files on his coffee table and stood before him, hands on hips.
"You can't just blow off your duties at the office because we're starting a relationship Mr. Stark."
He fantasied about her calling him Mr. Stark in bed. The guilt grew, his dick twitched. He wished he could turn the porno that was his mind off.
"That's not..."
"There's just too much work to do that I need you for," she continued, "unfortunately, and there's meetings and documents to sign..."
"That's not the reason," he said, " and you can forge my signature, I've seen you do it."
"It's better when you sign things yourself," she said. "Slightly less fraudulent."
"I wasn't blowing off work because of you," he said, "well, it is, but it's not."
She arched an eyebrow at him, hands still on her hips and he took a breath before trying again.
"It's not about us," he tried to clarify, but Pepper just frowned at him. "Never mind. Let's just do some work."
"Explain yourself Stark."
He smiled, he was in for it now, Pepper was pissed and he resisted the urge, the need, to adjust his crotch.
"It's you Pepper, I've got a constant fucking hard on because of you and I feel too guilty to jack off!" The words came out in a rush, an angry little push of air following them.
She laughed, which reassured Tony a little because he had been a touch concerned for his balls. Not overly concerned, Pepper was a very collected woman, but he couldn't be completely sure she wouldn't attack give the right stimulus.
"Laughing is good?" he asked.
"Better than anger," she told him with a smile, eyes drifting down to his crotch, then back to his face.
"It's not like I've never avoided work, for, ah, these reasons before."
"I've suspected. You can usually take care of...it."
They were adults, it was ridiculous, but they were both blushing bright red. Pepper had a smirk on her face, but Tony could barely look her in the eye.
"I'm sorry Pepper."
"Why do you feel so guilty?" she asked.
"Because it's you and we're starting this whole relationship thing now."
"Now?"
"Normally I don't have a problem thinking abo-" He stopped talking, and didn't dare look at Pepper's face, staring at her breasts neatly hidden in a white blouse.
"About me?" she asked.
Her tone was neutral, giving him nothing to work with, forcing him to look up and see an arched eyebrow and bemused smile.
"Yeah..." he said carefully.
"I'm not sure it I'm flattered or disgusted."
"I'd venture a guess at both," he said. He cleared his throat. "Look, I'm sure it'll wear off."
"I, I kinda want to help," she said softly, "but I don't want to rush things between us Tony."
"I know, I know," he said, dropping his head.
"But maybe I can still do something."
He looked up and she stepped towards him, kissing him on the lips and running her hands beneath his t-shirt. He groaned, his hands flying to her ass and pulling her close.
"Pepper," he muttered.
"Hmmm?"
She arched her hips into his, with a smirk, rotating them slowly against him, his semi growing quickly. He kissed back hard, pushing his tongue between her lips to taste her, hands squeezing her ass and pulling her tighter against him. He was rough out of desperation, he'd been on the edge all night, almost twelve hours, and didn't think he could last long. Not with Pepper rotating her hips against his, hands playing along the planes of his chest, her lips sliding over his.
It was so good and he was so screwed.
One hand left this chest and she pulled away from his lips with a nip, pulling her upper body away while continuing to rotate her hips against his.. She reached up and flicked open a couple of buttons at the tops of her pristine white blouse.
He looked down at her perfect breasts, in their white lace cups and moaned long, all his fantasies given an edge of reality.
It was really helping.
"I'm going to make a mess of my jeans Pepper," he muttered, pulling open the blouse a little to get a better look.
"That's the idea Mr. Stark," she said in a sultry voice he'd never heard before.
"Fuck."
He was really going to come in his pants, and wasn't completely against the idea. Not with the balcony view, the fiction, her lips teasing his, it was all so good and he was so, so desperate.
He had never come in his pants. Never. Not once. He prided himself on his restraint.
A little dry humping with Pepper and he was screwed.
"This is not conductive to making an heir," he groaned, and she laughed, the vibration of it rippling through him in the most delicious way. "Oh. Fuck," he groaned again, jerking hard once, twice, wrapping his arms tight around her as he came. "God Pepper."
He held her like that for a minute or two, until he came down from his little high, then took a full step away, grimacing at the wetness at his crotch. He could feel his cheeks blushing hot, but Pepper was only a little flushed and grinning at him.
"I'll leave these files with you Mr. Stark," she said, glancing down at his jeans, then back up.
"Er, thank you Ms. Potts," he said trying not to move too much in the sticky jeans. "You'll come for dinner right?" he asked.
"I'd love too."