As always, you were the first to wake. The normally cold room was a lot warmer than usual, but you knew it wasn’t because of the warm rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The source of warmth behind you stirred and you allowed yourself a small smile. “Tony?” You murmured. The soft breathing against the nape of your neck was your only reply.
‘I guess he isn’t awake yet,’ you thought to yourself and wriggled to make yourself more comfortable. You were in no rush to get out of bed anyways, cold air in your opinion, is pure evil. However, you suddenly stiffened when you realized something hard poking you from behind. Your first reaction was to groan inwardly in denial.
‘It can’t be, this is too cliché, shit like that only happens in the movies!’ Tentatively, you shifted again, and the back of your thigh inevitably rubbed against the appendage in question. The reaction was instantaneous, the steady breaths on the back of your neck morphed into a breathy moan and Tony tightened his hold on you, pressing himself against your back.
‘Calm down,’ you told yourself, falling back to your breathing exercises (albeit for a completely different reason right now), ‘This is normal, this is a normal biological reaction.’ You convinced yourself futilely.
For a while, you laid there tense and unmoving while Tony’s erection remained stubbornly pressed against your thigh. Your decision to remain still was based on two reasons, the first, you didn’t want to…’agitate’ Tony any more than you have, and the second, you didn’t want to risk waking Tony. Unlike Tony, you actually have shame, and although it is his erection poking at you, you were pretty sure that you’d be the one dying of embarrassment.
Unfortunately for you, tenseness and hypersensitivity went hand in hand, and it wasn’t long before the warm breaths on the back of your neck began to tingle. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of every point of skin contact between you and Tony. Especially his lips that were mere millimetres from junction between your neck and shoulder. Then, Tony’s moved. Precisely speaking, Tony thrust his hips against yours, eliciting another groan. The action sent shivers down your spine and his hot breath against your neck toppled you into arousal. A few more thrusts later, Tony was effectively humping you and it was taking all of your self-control to not buck back against him. You wondered if Tony was actually awake and doing this on purpose. Then suddenly, just as you were fighting against your libido and thinking of how to get out of the situation, the source of heat behind you rolled away. Cold air immediately attacked your back, but instead of tensing up, you relaxed, relief running through your body even though it is still in overdrive.
Several moments later Tony snapped his eyes open and greeted you sunnily. “Morning babe,” he said with a sleepy smile.
Normally, you would have blushed, or cooed (mentally of course) at that smile, but this morning all it did was make you want to jump Tony right there and then.
‘One-sided sexual tension,’ your lamented inwardly. ‘Only you (f/n), only you,’ You sighed, sexual-frustration running all time high. Perhaps a 9 year dry spell hadn’t been such a great idea… Caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize that your face had contorted into a frown. An action that sent alarm bells ringing in Tony’s head. Was something bothering you? Was spooning a bad idea? Was it the kissing? Did he overstep his boundaries?
“(f/n)?” He asked tentatively, swapping out his usual pet name for you in favour of your real name.
Tony’s concerned tone successful dragged you out of your thoughts. Doing a 180, you looked at him with an equally sunny smile, “Yes Tony?” Okay so maybe it was more like a 270 given how much you were overcompensating your smile to cover your frustration.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, eyes serious.
Catching the underlying worry in his eyes, you translated that as ‘are we alright?’ “Yea, just...had a bad dream,” you lied. A tiny voice in your head scoffed. Bad dream, right, Tony’s morning wood was just a bad dream.
Thankfully for you, Tony seemed to buy your lie. “You poor thing,” he said, relief lacing his words as he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you close to him.
You couldn’t help it. In your defence, you’ve resisted this reaction for over half an hour this morning. The moment Tony pulled you close, and unknowingly pressed his still-hard erection against the curve of your ass, you jerked. The action forced and unbidden moan to escape from Tony and he broke away from you almost as fast as he pulled you in.
To your surprise however, Tony wasn’t gloating nor joking about the situation. Instead, he was red, spluttering mess. “Oh fuck…jesus, I didn’t, I’m so-..gods I didn’t realize. I…I’m sorry!” He stammered.
Perhaps it was the unexpectedness of his reaction, or perhaps the morning’s incident fried your brain. Either way, the irony of the situation sent you into an uncontrollable laughing fit.
“Um..(f/n)?” Tony asked, his embarrassment giving way to bewilderment. He was not expecting that reaction from you.
“Sorry, it’s just…” You toyed with the idea of telling him the truth behind your ‘bad dream’, but then decided against it. It would just make things more awkward. “I’ve never seen you so flustered,” you said between laughs. Then, when you finally calmed down enough to look at Tony properly, the stunned look on his face sent you into another giggling fit.
Obviously, Tony’s ego finally kicked in because his face quickly morphed into that of displeasure. “I do not get flustered!” Tony stated indignantly.
“Uh huh,” you snorted as you tried to get your giggling under control.
Unfortunately, Tony wasn’t amused by all your laughing, and so he did the only thing his wounded pride could think of. He tickled you. Strong arms wrapped around your middle as his fingers ran wild along the side of your stomach. Caught off guard, laughter erupted from you as you struggled to supress the instinct to cause bodily harm to your tormentor. That didn’t mean you didn’t put up a fight however, you thrashed around wildly, not truly making an effort to escape as Tony continued his merciless tickling.
Somewhere along the line, Tony ended up straddling you to limit your struggling. Between Tony’s half-hard erection and your thrashing however, sexual tension immediately returned ten-fold, and the innocent tickling soon took on an arousing edge. It was a complicated feeling as you alternated between shuddering and struggling, breathy moans sneaking into your laughs. Soon, there were more moans than giggles and your thrashing had become disguised humping, an action that Tony was reciprocating instinctively. An unexpectedly loud moan from both Tony and yourself as you both bucked into each other sharply sent both of you crashing back into reality.
Both of you stilled almost instantly. Nobody dared move a muscle as what both of you processed what you just did. You stared at Tony, unable to break eye contact while Tony stared back, his blush mirroring yours. Both of you were painfully aware of his erection that was pressed between your legs. Amidst the awkwardness and embarrassment though, was lust, and neither of you could decide if you wanted to bury yourself in a hole for the rest of eternity or kiss the other person senseless.
A loud grumble from Tony’s stomach made that decision for you.
“We should probably get breakfast,” you choked out, voice still breathless.
Tony nodded dumbly and then swallowed thickly, “Yea we should.”
“Yea,” you echoed.
For a moment nobody moved, then faster than the naked eye could follow, Tony scrambled off you and dashed off into the toilet. Burying your head into the soft pillow, you muffled a scream.
Well that was great way to start your morning.
Breakfast was, expectedly, awkward. Lunch wasn’t any better, some light conversation was managed. However you and Tony’s attempt at pretending the morning’s incident didn’t happen failed spectacularly. You could hardly look at each other without blushing or stammering. To make matters worse, Tony’s original plans had been to stay in for the day, so both of you couldn’t even distract yourselves with sights and activities. Having run out of things to do, the two of you had to resort to an early dinner, which was what you were munching on thoughtfully.
Silence reigned supreme as you chewed mechanically, the taste of the food lost to you as you were deep in thought. Sure, what happened in the morning was unexpected, but hardly inconceivable. You were both consenting adults who are attracted to each other. The turn of events, albeit surprising, wasn’t abnormal. Besides, Tony bedded women all the time, heck, you played witness to the foreplay involved more than once, so why were you still blushing like a shy schoolgirl? ‘It’s all just natural, biological reaction,’ your mind asserted. Conclusion in mind, you decided that the awkward tension that plagued the two of you for the better half of the day had to go. Evidently Tony had similar thoughts because both of you spoke at the same time.
Both of you quickly snapped your mouth shut and stared at each other, eyes meeting as you did. Your face heated up almost instantaneously, and all previous thoughts about defusing the situation left you. An awkward silence once again settled between the two of you and after a while, you decided to try again.
“So,” you brought up with false cheer, “What’s next on the agenda?”
Tony pulled out his phone and scrolled down to the itinerary. “Jacuzzi,” he read out loud without thinking. You twiddled your fingers awkwardly as you waited for a follow-up comment, but there was none. Unable to take the tense silence anymore, you stood up abruptly, muttering about changing into your swimsuit.
It seemed like a great excuse at the time, it gave you a chance to regroup in the bathroom and clear your head. It was only when you walked back out in your bikini did both of you realize how terrible the Jacuzzi idea was. Tony had taken the liberty of changing into his swimming trunks and found himself a spot in the Jacuzzi that occupied the balcony. You felt incredibly self-conscious, walking towards the balcony, not because Tony was staring at your barely-covered form but because he was trying so hard to not stare. Tony gave you a wide berth as you settled yourself in the Jacuzzi, scooting away to the far end of the tub leaving a good meter of space between the two of you. The awkward silence continued as you both snuck obvious glances at each other.
You wanted to berate yourself for all your not-so-subtle glances, but it was hard for your eyes to not stray when a shirtless Tony sat across you. ‘Shirtless and wet,’ your unhelpful mind supplied. While you were raging a battle against your hormones, Tony was waging a war of his own. Namely, one between his head and his dick. Unfortunately for him, the latter was winning. It wasn’t his fault though, Tony tried to reason with himself. You were in a bikini, a revealing bikini (granted, he was one who bought it). It was taking all of Tony’s willpower to not mentally undress you, not that there was much left to imagination. Noting that his thoughts had taken a dangerous turn, Tony tried to distract himself with other thoughts. That plan ran awry too when the morning’s images came flooding flooded him. Except now, your sleeping clothes were replaced by the bikini you were now wearing. From the corner of your eye you could see a bulge beginning to form in Tony’s trunks. Resigning in the blush that was starting to spread, you fumbled for a solution. Glancing around wildly (or as wildly as you can without being obvious), your eyes settled the bar tucked away in the suit. Life wasn’t such a bitch after all.
Remembering that it was Friday, you quickly got out, towelling yourself at record speed and made a beeline for the bar. Tony’s eyes followed you with a confused look on his face.
“Can’t go around ruining our Friday night ritual now can we?” you commented.
Tony nodded, but waited a while before following suit (probably waiting out his unfortunate hard-on), and took his usual seat before you at the bar. Tony sat quietly while you picked out alcohols for the drink, drowning himself in your fluid motions. Conversation hadn’t been this sparse since the first cocktail night you guys had. Frankly, the silence was killing you.
“Tony, could you put on some music?” You asked as you shovelled some ice into the shaker.
Grateful for something to break the silence, Tony did as he was asked. Several moments later, acid jazz filled the room. Figuring that you guys needed a stiff drink, you mixed up something you don’t normally make. Setting two cups before Tony, you gave the lighter a twirl before setting the drink aflame, the alcoholic beverage instantly caught fire. You tried to keep the surprise off your face when the fire burned stronger than you expected it to, so perhaps increasing the dosage of the drink wasn’t such a good idea….
“The Zombie,” you stated as you waited for the fire burned itself out.
Picking up the glass carefully, Tony gave it a suspicious sniff. “What’s in it?”
“4 different types of rum, apricot brandy, pineapple juice and lime juice,” you rattled as you picked up your own drink and took a generous sip.
Tony hmmed and brought the drink to his lips. “Doesn’t taste that alcoholic.” He stated and then proceeded to chug the drink.
The action annoyed you a little, as a bartender, you prefer your cocktails to be enjoyed, not downed like cheap liquor. So Tony wants to get drunk? Then he shall.
4 more deceptively strong cocktails later, Tony was getting sufficiently tipsy, as were you. Truth of the matter was, while your alcohol tolerance was above average, you weren’t impervious to its effects like Tony assumed. Your body simply metabolizes alcohol much faster, hence allowing you sober up and avoid hangovers. That and you operated at a much higher level than most people when under the influence of alcohol. Hence despite your sharp movements, you were actually getting quite buzzed. You paused your work as you thought about what drinks to make next. You’ve pretty much gone through most of the heavy hitters, other equally strong drinks would require very little mixing and thus wouldn’t keep you occupied for long. But who were you kidding, even with the music, the silence was getting unbearable.
“…You wanna learn how to make a Malibu Sunrise?” You asked suddenly.
Tony looked up from his glass at the sudden question. “Um….sure.” He shrugged.
“Come around,” you motioned, moving in further to make space for Tony.
Tony slid behind the bar and listened to your explanation with interest, inwardly glad for the distraction from the tension that’s been haunting the two of you all day.
“Mix the Malibu and the orange juice, then pour the grenadine syrup down the side. Got it,” Tony said, fumbling up the bottle of Malibu eagerly.
You hung back, amused. Tipsy Tony was fun to watch. You wisely kept quiet as Tony over-poured the Malibu and nearly spilled the orange juice.
“This is a lot harder than it looks,” Tony admitted. Your actions have always been so fluid and steady, he felt like a clumsy kid compared to you.
You smiled and shook your head slowly. “It takes a while, you’re doing really good for your first time,” you said as you passed Tony the bar spoon to the shaker. You had intended to let Tony stumble through his first cocktail, but your body moved on its own when Tony started stirring he drink much like how most people stir their tea. “No no, you’re not supposed to let the spoon hit the sides of the glass!” You blurted out.
Tony quickly stopped what he was doing, “Then how am I supposed to stir it?”
“You’re supposed to swirl the spoon in such a way that the ice is suspended in a small…whirlpool in the glass. The spoon can’t hit the sides of the glass or the ice or it’ll melt even faster and mess up the ratio..” You struggled to explain the technique in English.
“….Whirlpool? Really?” Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow at you.
Sighing, you moved between Tony and the bartop, trapping yourself between Tony’s naked torso and the counter without much thought. Grabbing Tony’s hand with your own, you moved his hands into position and guided him through the process, completely neglecting how your unclothed back was in contact with his equally unclothed body. Tony laughed to himself, you were always so adorably focused on all things cocktail related. He was certainly savouring the moment though, it wasn’t every day that you initiated physical contact, especially not in your current state of undress.
“You get the feeling now Tony?” You craned your neck round to ask, forgetting how close you were to him. You immediately realized your mistake however when you locked gazes with Tony, his nose only millimetres away from yours. Suddenly you lost all ability to speak as you were enraptured by Tony’s clouded gaze.
“Dance with me.” Tony suddenly asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.
All you could do was nod dumbly, the closeness, combined with the husky quality of Tony’s voice overriding all your senses. If you were any more sober, you’d have blamed the sudden change in atmosphere on the alcohol. As it was however, all you were capable of doing was reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck while Tony wrapped his arms around your waist. Both of you swayed slowly to the music, caught up in the alcohol induced moment. Your faces drifted closer and closer and eventually your lips met. The kiss was languid, but full of passion. Tony wasted no time snaking his tongue pass your lips, savouring the lingering taste of the cocktails in your mouth. You instinctively returned the gesture, your tongue coiling around his in an almost teasing manner.
Suddenly aware of the amount of skin contact you guy shared, the urge to deepen the kiss magnified and you tightened your arms around him, pulling him down so you could kiss him better. After several moments of playful tongue action, Tony broke the kiss moved to suckle on the skin of your neck, causing you to moan and grind into him. You craned your neck to reciprocate the action but was unable to reach his neck. So instead, you ran your hands up and down his chest, caressing as you went. Moans fell from your lips as you savoured the feeling of Tony’s rippling muscles beneath your fingers, feeling every bit as amazing and delicious as you imagined. Your actions seemed to have turned Tony on even more because he backed you into the wall non-too-gently and bit into your neck, cupping your ass as he did. The pain-laced pleasure had you moaning and bucking against him. Instinctively you, you wrapped your legs around Tony. He took that as a cue to pick you up carry you towards the bed.
Inhibitions completely forgotten, Tony threw you onto the bed and straddled you roughly, his lips never once leaving your body. He continued to kiss your neck, making his way down your collar, then to the valley of your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples through your swimsuit. You arched into him uncontrollably, pleasure shooting through your body. But the contact was clearly not enough for Tony. Annoyed at the material separating him from your skin, he undid the knot the held your top together and yanked it off, throwing it across the room without a glance. Too drunk on alcohol and pleasure to be self-conscious, you moaned Tony’s name wantonly when he captured a stiff bud between his lips. His tongue winding around your nipple while he sucked. Your hips humped his without your permission, craving for friction of any sort.
“Tony,” you moaned.
Tony released the tortured bud and looked up, chuckling at your needy form. Your hair spilled over the pillow, your face flushed and your eyes clouded with pleasure. Dissatisfied by the sudden lack of contact, you pulled him in for a heated kiss, grinding your hips into his erection to relief your arousal. Tony broke the kiss and nipped your ear.
“Naughty girl,” he admonished gently, his voice low. At that, Tony trailed his hand lower and lower until his fingers were resting gently against your lower lips. He rubbed them and smirked at the dampness on the material. “You got out from the Jacuzzi hours ago,” he teased.
You pouted but couldn’t maintain your displeasure for long as he rubbed soft circles on your clit. “Tony,” you breathed, “Please.”
“Well since you asked so nicely,” Tony commented with a teasing lilt in his voice. Instead of touching you more however, Tony moved his hands away, causing you to mewl in protest. Chuckling at your reaction, Tony pulled off the last article of clothing on you with his free hand, leaving you completely naked beneath him.
The feeling of being completely undressed before Tony left a rush in you, without thinking you pulled Tony down, crashing your lips into his, an action which he gladly obliged. As he tongue danced against yours, his fingers resumed their previous position. Dipping a finger into your entrance, Tony swore into the kiss. Wriggling his finger inside you, Tony broke the kiss to ask, “Fuck you’re tight, when was the last time you did this again?”
You addled brain took a while to process the question. “9 years ago,” you replied succinctly before attacking Tony’s neck.
“Fuck, it’s practically going to be like fucking a virgin,” he muttered between gasps caused by your ministrations. He added another finger, stretching you, as he mapped out the most intimate place on your body. Your open mouthed kisses turned into a bite as Tony curled his fingers to rub against your g-spot. The moan your bite drew from Tony had you repeating the action as he continued to thrust his sopping digits in and out of your pussy. Deciding that you were prepared enough, Tony withdrew his fingers, pausing for a moment to lick them clean. Not thinking straight, you rose up to join him, licking your own juices off his fingers, your tongue mashing with his as he drew you in for a kiss instead.
While you were distracted, Tony quickly pulled his own trunks off and you stole a glance at the member that has been pressed against you so many times today. If your lips weren’t occupied you’d have licked them in anticipation. You lifted your hips to rub against Tony’s now uncovered member, silently urging him to continue. Tony broke the kiss and settled between your legs, lining up his member against your entrance. You held your breath in anticipation of being filled, being taken by the man you love. Tony squeezed his eye shut as he felt the head of his cock press into your waiting entrance and he couldn’t resist the urge to look down at your eager and willing form.
‘Mine, my love, my woman-‘ he thought and then he stopped short. The passionate gleam in Tony’s eyes faded into a cross between horror and disappointment and he scrambled off you the second time that day, throwing the blanket over you as he did.
“I’m sorry (f/n) I can’t,” Tony blurted out suddenly. Fuck, he swore to himself, he couldn’t believe how badly he screwed up. He had gotten too carried away. You on the other hand, left hanging, with no explanation felt your temper flaring.
“What the fuck Tony? What do you mean you can’t?” Your sexual-frustration fuelling your anger. He did not just put you through all that and leave you hanging before the main event. Besides, this is Tony, Tony Stark, he does not get cold feet at all things related to sex.
“I just…I can’t alright. I’m sorry,” Tony struggled to explain. He should have just waited, why didn’t he wait, it was just another few hours. Why did he have to go think with his dick. Stupid stupid Tony. He tried so hard to do things right by you and he had to screw up at the last minute.
Tony’s explanation, or lack of thereof, left you feeling vulnerable and disgusting. You were aware that Tony often bedded much more attractive women, but you didn’t think you looked that terrible. Was it your scars? Despite your best efforts, you were a cage fighter and a bodyguard, it was impossible to be unmarked, even with your skills. But the worst of your scars was a thin, faded white line across your lower back, the rest were barely visible thanks to laser treatment, courtesy of Kisara-sama. You curled up into a ball subconsciously, insecurity written all over your face. You were not going to cry, you weren’t.
Tony snapped out of his thoughts just in time to see the damage he has done. Oh great he’s screwed up even more. Now he’s made you feel like shit.
“Babe, look at me, it’s not you, it’s me,” he started then stopped when he realized that what he just said probably made things even worse.
“It’s you? Well I guess it has to be, you’re the one who’s always being serviced by gorgeous women, totally not my fault that I don’t live up to your standards,” you spat out bitterly without thinking.
Tony groaned. He definitely just made things worse. Seeing Tony speechless, you angrily got off the bed, clutching the blanket to your body to get dressed. You were feeling far too vulnerable naked.
Your sudden action alarmed Tony and he quickly called out, “(f/n)! Wait!”
“What!? I’m going to get dressed so you don’t have to look at my disgusting body anymore!” You all but yelled.
Tony wanted to shoot himself in the head, repeatedly. Really? You thought you weren’t attractive to him? Even though he was sitting there with a raging hard-on despite all his self-loathing?
“I just wanted to do things right by you!” He blurted out.
“What?” You cocked your head to the side in confusion.
He sighed, looks like cat’s out of the bag.
“You’re…you’re important to me. You’re not just another notch in my bedpost and I don’t want you to feel that way. I wanted things to be official before we took this step,” he confessed.
You sat back down with a huff, uncertain if you wanted to be relieved or annoyed. You decided on both, because for fuck’s sake, for the first time in your life, sex actually seemed like it would feel good. You actually felt good and wanted to fuck, but no, Tony chooses this time to be sentimental.
“Look Tony I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know when you’ll be ready. And I don’t want to be left sexually frustrated until you are ready to be official!” You said, trying hard not to sound annoyed and failing.
Tony searched your eyes and then sighed loudly. Then, very grudgingly, he admitted, “I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight, after dinner. But I guess now it’s ruined.” He sighed bitterly.
You perked up at that. He was planning to confess to you tonight? “So, does that mean we can do it now?” You asked hopefully.
Tony mock glared at you and threw a pillow in your face which you caught with ease. “No, we can’t.”
You pouted, “But!” You whined.
Tony stood up, shimmied into his boxers and threw one of his shirts in your direction.
“But nothing. I need to go figure out a new surprise confession now. And don’t give me that look,” he warned as you attempted to give him the puppy dog eyes. “I said I’ll do things right by you and I mean it.” He said resolutely.
You sighed, Tony was nothing if not stubborn, you knew you weren’t going to get him to change his mind on the issue. So instead, you tried for a different angle.
“Alright, but…at least help get me off?” You asked with a tinge of hope as you dropped the blanket.
Tony drank in your naked form, sorely tempted but then shook his head. You had no idea what you did to him. Tony was a man of his word, yes, but he also wasn’t a saint. He didn’t trust his self-control to be good enough to resist the temptation of fucking you senseless a second time. So, despite his dick screaming at him for being an idiot, Tony moved to pull his shirt over your head.
“Go to sleep babe,” he stated in a tone that you often used on him when he was being petulant.
Inwardly, you mused at the role reversal. “But Tony~~” You whined again.
“Go to sleep (f/n),” he repeated, and without waiting for your reaction, he pulled you under the covers with him, once again spooning you.
Knowing that the decision was final, you sighed and snuggled against Tony’s naked torso. For a moment all was silent, then you snuck a glance and noticed that Tony was still wide awake. Biting your lips, you decided to take the risk. You moved up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, and you looked at him shyly with half-lidded eyes.
“I love you Tony.” There you said it.
“I-“ Tony opened his mouth to reply and then stop short. He looked at you with narrowed eyes and you stuck your tongue out. Looks like your plan was found out. “Nice try babe, now go sleep.” He huffed good naturedly.
You shrugged. Oh well, it was worth the shot.