More Tony Snark, Please I'm Dying

“Well,” you murmured, rolling your hips against him in a way that made his eyes darken, “I was thinking we could skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”

“I lik the way you think.” His hands slid up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher. “Though I should warn you, I’m very hungry tonight.”

“Good thing I’m on the menu then.” You kissed him, deep and familiar, the kind of kiss that came from knowing exactly what the other person liked. 

He groaned into your mouth, standing with you in his arms - a move he’d perfected over the past few months. “Bedroom. Now.”

“So demanding,” you teased, but you were already wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you through the penthouse. 

By the time you reached the bedroom, half your clothes were already gone, discarded in a trail behind you. Tony laid you on the bed with the easy confidence of someone who’d done this dozens of times before, who knew exactly how to make you fall apart. 

He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes roaming over you with that hungry look that never failed to make you wet. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he observed, reaching for the clasp of your bra. 

"So are you," you countered, but he was already unhooking it, sliding the straps down your arms and tossing it aside.

"Ladies first." His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples in the way that made you arch into his touch. "God, you're beautiful. Every single time, you take my breath away."

"Less talking, more touching," you breathed, and he grinned - that cocky, confident grin that made your stomach flip.

"Impatient." He hooked his fingers in your panties, the last barrier between you, and slowly dragged them down your legs. "But I like that about you."

Then he was on you, his mouth hot and demanding as he kissed down your neck, your collarbone, the valley between your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand worked the other, rolling and pinching until you were squirming beneath him.

"Tony," you gasped, threading your fingers through his hair.

"Mmm, I love the way you say my name." He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. "But I want to hear you scream it."

He kissed his way down your stomach, nipping at your hip bone, and then he was settling between your thighs, spreading you open with his hands. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds made you cry out, your hips bucking involuntarily.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me," he murmured against your pussy, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Love how responsive you are. Love how you taste."

He dove in like a man starving, his tongue licking through your folds with practiced precision. He knew exactly what you liked - had spent months learning every response, every sound you made. His tongue circled your clit, teasing, before he sucked it into his mouth, and the sensation made you see stars.

"Oh god, Tony!" Your hands fisted in his hair, holding him against you as he worked you over with his mouth. He alternated between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and focused attention on your clit, building the pleasure higher and higher.

He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spot that made your thighs shake, all while his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure coiling tight in your core.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured against you, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "Ride my face. Take what you need."

You did, grinding against his mouth as he fucked you with his fingers, his tongue working your clit in tight circles. You were close, so close, teetering on the edge.

He pulled back, and you whimpered at the loss.

"Not yet," he said, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. "Want to feel you come on my cock."

"Bastard," you panted, but you were already reaching for him, pulling him up for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was obscenely hot.

"Your turn," you murmured against his lips, pushing at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back.

You made quick work of his belt and pants, freeing his cock. He was hard and thick, the head already glistening with precum. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly, and he groaned, his hips lifting into your touch.

"Fuck, yes -"

You lowered your head, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking the head into your mouth. The taste of him, salty and masculine, made you moan around him.

"Christ," Tony gasped, one hand coming to rest in your hair - not pushing, just holding, like he needed to touch you. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

You took him deeper, relaxing your throat to take as much of him as you could. You'd learned over the months exactly how he liked it - the pressure, the suction, the way he loved when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard on the upstroke.

"Just like that," he groaned, his thighs tensing beneath your hands. "Fuck, just like that, sweetheart. You're so good at this. So fucking good."

You worked him with your mouth and hand in tandem, taking him deep and then pulling back to swirl your tongue around the sensitive head. His cock was heavy on your tongue, thick and perfect, and you loved the way he responded to you. The way his breath hitched, the way his fingers tightened in your hair, the way his hips started to move, fucking up into your mouth in shallow thrusts.

"Stop," he gasped after a few minutes, tugging gently at your hair. "Stop or I'm going to come, and I need to be inside you when I do."

You released him with a wet pop, grinning up at him. "So demanding."

"You love it." He pulled you up for a bruising kiss, then flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. "Now let me show you exactly how much I need you."

He settled between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and you both groaned at the sensation. After months together, your body knew his, welcomed him, but it was still intense - the stretch, the fullness, the way he filled you so completely.

"God, you feel incredible," he groaned once he was fully seated inside you. "Never gets old. Never."

"Better not," you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. "You're stuck with me now, Stark."

"Best thing that's ever happened to me." He started to move, slow and deep, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. "That's it, sweetheart. Let me hear you."

He'd learned your body over the past months, knew exactly where to touch, how hard to grip, what angle made you see stars. You'd mapped every inch of him too, knew that he loved when you pulled his hair, when you dragged your nails down his back hard enough to leave marks.

The pace built gradually, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more desperate. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in, leaving the marks he loved to see in the mirror the next morning. One hand fisted in his hair, pulling just the way he liked. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.

"Right there," you panted, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "Don't stop, don't -"

He shifted the angle slightly - that move he'd perfected three weeks ago that made you cry out every time - and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. The coil of pleasure in your core wound tighter and tighter, and you were right on the edge, so close you could taste it.

"Fuck, daddy, yes!"

The words slipped out without thought, torn from you in the heat of the moment. You didn't even realize what you'd said until Tony went completely still, buried deep inside you.

His eyes were wide, shocked, his breath coming in harsh pants. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Horror flooded through you. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean - I don't know why I said that." You tried to pull away, mortification burning through you. "We can just forget -"

He kissed you.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was desperate, claiming, almost bruising in its intensity. His tongue swept into your mouth as his hips drew back and slammed forward, harder than he'd ever fucked you before, deeper than before.

"Say it again," he demanded against your lips, his voice wrecked and raw. "Fuck, say it again."

"Tony -"

"Please." He thrust again, and you could feel him trembling. "Need to hear you say it again. Need - fuck, I need it."

Understanding dawned, along with a rush of arousal so intense it made you dizzy. He liked it. More than liked it. He was completely undone by it.

"You like that, daddy?" you whispered against his ear, and felt him shudder. "Like when I call you daddy?"

"Yes." The word was almost a growl. He was fucking you with an intensity you'd never experienced from him before, hard and fast and desperate. "Yes, fuck, yes. Say it. Keep saying it."

"Daddy," you moaned, and he groaned like he was in pain. "Daddy, please. You feel so good, daddy. So deep."

"Christ." His rhythm was becoming erratic, his control clearly slipping. "You're going to kill me. Going to fucking kill me and I'm going to die happy."

You pulled his hair harder, scratched your nails down his back, tightened your legs around him. "Make me come, daddy. Want to come on your cock. Want to feel you come inside me."

"Fuck, fuck -" He reached between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling with just the right pressure - the exact touch he'd learned drove you wild. "Come for me. Come for daddy. Let me feel it."

The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot, his fingers on your clit, and the absolutely filthy words falling from his lips sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body clenching around him as pleasure whited out your vision.

"That's it, that's my girl," he praised, his voice strained. "So beautiful when you come. So fucking perfect."

"Daddy," you whimpered, still riding the waves of your orgasm. "Come inside me, daddy. Want to feel you. Please."

That did it. His rhythm stuttered, and then he was coming with a moan that was absolutely the sexiest sound you'd ever heard from him - raw and vulnerable and completely unguarded. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you with heat, and it triggered another smaller orgasm that had you gasping his name.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, hearts racing in tandem. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, just held each other as you came down from the high.

Finally, Tony lifted his head, and you were surprised to see something almost shy in his expression. "So... that happened."

"That definitely happened." You brushed his hair back from his forehead, the gesture tender and familiar. "You okay?"

"Okay? I just discovered I have a daddy kink at the ripe age of… well, let's not discuss numbers." He rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest in your usual post-sex position. "I'm more than okay. I'm... that was..."

"Intense?" you offered.

"Understatement of the century." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I didn't know. I mean, we've been together for months now, and no one's ever called me that before. And then you did, and it was like something just clicked into place. Like finding a piece of myself I didn't know was missing."

You traced patterns on his chest, over the arc reactor. "I didn't mean to just spring it on you. It genuinely just slipped out."

"Best accident ever." He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips. "Though I have to ask… was it just a heat of the moment thing, or...?"

"I don't know," you admitted honestly. "I've never really explored that particular kink before. But seeing your reaction? Feeling how much it turned you on?" You looked up at him. "Yeah, I could definitely be into it. If you are."

"Oh, I'm into it." His hand slid down your back, cupping your ass. "Very, very into it. We're definitely exploring this further. Extensively. For science."

You laughed. "For science?"

"I'm a genius, remember? I need to conduct thorough experiments. Gather data. Test various hypotheses." His eyes were sparkling now, the vulnerability replaced with familiar playfulness. "It's going to require a lot of research. Hours and hours of very hands-on research."

"Well, I do love contributing to scientific advancement." You kissed his chest, right over the arc reactor. "Though I have to say, the way you begged me to call you daddy was possibly the hottest thing I've ever experienced. And we've had some pretty hot experiences."

He groaned. "You can't just say things like that when I need at least twenty minutes to recover. I'm not a machine. Well, partially a machine, but the relevant parts are still human."

"I can wait twenty minutes." You snuggled closer, fitting against him perfectly like you always did. "This is nice too. Just being with you."

His arms tightened around you. "Yeah. It really is." There was a pause, and then, quieter: "I didn't expect this, you know. You. Us. I don't usually do the relationship thing."

"I know." You'd heard the stories, seen the tabloid pictures. Tony Stark wasn't exactly known for his commitment. "But here we are. Four months and counting."

"Here we are," he echoed. Another pause, longer this time. When he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost uncertain. "I love you."

Your breath caught. You lifted your head to look at him, finding his expression open and vulnerable in a way you'd never seen before. "Tony..."

"You don't have to say it back," he said quickly. "I know we've been taking our time, and maybe it's too soon, but I've never been good at playing it cool, and after what just happened, after discovering something that intimate with you, I just... I needed you to know. You make me feel things I didn't think I was capable of feeling anymore. You see me - really see me, not just Iron Man or the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, but me. And I…"

You kissed him, cutting off his rambling. When you pulled back, you were smiling. "I love you too."

His eyes widened. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "I love you, Tony Stark. All of you. Including your newly discovered daddy kink."

He laughed, the sound bright and genuine and full of joy. "God, I really hit the jackpot with you, didn't I?"

"We both did." You settled back against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. "Though I have to say, if someone had told me this morning that by tonight we'd have discovered your daddy kink and be exchanging 'I love yous,' I would have thought they were insane."

"Life's funny that way." His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. "For what it's worth, I'm really glad you accidentally called me daddy."

"Me too." You pressed a kiss to his chest. "Though I reserve the right to be mortified about it in the morning."

"No deal. You're going to own it. In fact, I'm going to make sure you say it so many times that it becomes second nature." His hand slid lower, squeezing your ass. "Starting in about fifteen minutes."

"I thought you needed twenty?"

"Turns out I'm highly motivated." He rolled you onto your back, settling between your thighs with a grin that was pure mischief. "Besides, I have a lot of lost time to make up for. Forty-something years of not knowing I had a daddy kink? That's a lot of research to conduct."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. "Well then, daddy," you murmured against his lips, feeling him harden against your thigh, "let's get started on that research."

His answering groan was everything you'd hoped for. "I love you," he said again, like he couldn't quite believe he got to say it. "I really, really love you."

"I love you too," you replied, meaning it with every fiber of your being. "Now show me exactly what daddy can do."

And he did.

Twice.

JARVIS very diplomatically didn't comment on any of the noises coming from the bedroom, though Tony swore later that the AI had sounded amused when he'd asked for privacy mode.

But that was a conversation for the morning. Right now, wrapped in Tony's arms, his voice rough as he whispered "that's my good girl" against your skin, you couldn't think of anywhere else you'd rather be.