We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
Tony does a lot of work. She's obsessive, although she would say goal orientated. She wears red lipstick like the blood of her enemies, and she's not afraid to sock a couple people in the face — even if they're Captain America. She works a lot and sleeps around a whole lot less than she used to, because Obadiah was all kinds of fucked up and Pepper is Pepper and when you're a superhero with lingering panic attacks and dreams about space, you try to not let reporters in on it.
So yeah— she's sitting on her couch with a hand under the band of her jeans, because Thor's off with Jane and Bruce is off doing whatever he does, and Natasha-and-Clint are doing SHIELD shit and who gives a fuck where Steve is? And then—
Then the elevator dings, and that is definitely Steve, and instead of flushing with embarrassment Tony just groans, her head flopping back onto the couch and notably out of breath. ]
I can't believe Captain America just robbed me of my orgasm. I am so fucking mad at you.
[ Steve's walked in on the Howling Commandos plenty of times doing that sort of thing. It's hard to find alone time during wartime. He usually just left them to it and came back once he was certain things were finished. It was a stressful situation and they could walk into a death trap at any time. He didn't blame them. Steve's never walked in on a woman doing that and he's a little frazzled by the whole situation. Just because he doesn't have sex doesn't mean he doesn't understand it's existence. He's just not good with talking about it with other people. It's an awkward area for him.
He's frustrated because why does she have to talk so boldly about it. He just got an eyeful of--her. He's not even sure what he's supposed to say. How does one apologize for ruining a moment like this? Things between them are already tense and fractured. This kind of just has become icing on the cake for them. He really wanted to make nice with Tony, but she was making it incredibly difficult for him. This just made it worse.
Steve sighed heavily and bowed his head. He lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to focus on anything than what he just witnessed. ] Why--why were you doing that in the living room, Tony? That's a bedroom thing isn't it? Look--I didn't mean to ruin anything. I can go and let you finish or whatever you need to do.
[ Tony's pretty sure that, at this point, if she could convince all the lawyers in the world to let it happen, her tombstone would read: Captain America is a fucking shithead. She groans again, flopping back on the couch and zipping up her jeans.
This is so fucking stupid.
And she's still turned on.
And if he was any other avenger, she'd probably say something like give me a hand, but it's Steve, and he obviously doesn't— it's Steve. She sits up on her knees, resting her arms and head on the back of the couch. Maybe he can do her a favor and ignore the fact her pupils are blown to hell and back, huh? ]
Nevermind, the moment's gone. I'm sorry if I offended your delicate sensibilities with the fact women fuck around too.
[ Once Steve heard the zipper go back into place he spun around to face her. He was a little fired up since she accused him of thinking women didn't have needs like that. She always had to put words in his mouth like he was some sort of neanderthal. Steve came from a different time period and had different morals, but he wasn't an asshole if that's how she saw him. Who was he kidding? That's exactly how Tony saw him. The biggest asshole on the team was how Tony saw Steve pretty regularly.
He let out an exhausted sigh and shook his head. She always had to make him seem like a bad guy. Sure it was his fault was barging in, but that was pretty much all Steve was guilty of this time. ] I never said women didn't do that stuff, Tony. I just said that masturbating is a bedroom activity. Lots of guys in the service did it. I'm aware women do it too, but my experience with women doing it is a little more limited is all. I'm sorry I interrupted you though.
I can come back tomorrow. Give you enough time to get your magic back. [ Because frankly he was in that head space where he just wanted to yell at her. ]
[ She rolls her eyes at him, jumping over the back of the couch. Stands leaning back against it; wipes her hands on her jeans like she didn't just have two fingers inside herself.
She knows Steve isn't half the asshole she makes him out to be, but it's so fucking easy to just needle at him; it's what Tony does when she's curious, just presses and presses and presses until something breaks. If he hates her, then so fucking be it — no skin off her nose. Steve can do or fuck whatever he wants.
A pause, then Tony smiles at him, her mouth a sharp, red gash. ]
[ She's more bold than Steve will ever be. There were traces of Howard in her when it came down to how she dealt with situation, but she was really and truly her own person. Especially with how she dealt with Steve. Not many people treated Steve the way she did. A lot of them took one look at the Captain America mantle and kind of backed off giving him crap. It tended to intimidate most people, but with Tony it just seemed to enrage her even more. Bruce told him it had to do with her father, but Steve never wanted to press. She was already hostile to him. He didn't need her to reach a boiling point.
That smile is probably the one thing that can frighten Captain America. That smile is almost always code for big trouble. When Tony finds a subject to needle Steve about that's the smile she gives him. That's the smile that leads to him getting asked complicated questions that either make him blush or sputter. Where was Clint when you needed him? He'd almost always talk over him to discuss his own conquests.
Steve shut his eyes tightly and exhaled slowly. He was trying not to react poorly. It was just a question. It was designed to get a rise out of Steve. Her goal lately was to make Steve break and lose it. She got some sort of sick pleasure out of making him feel awkward. She wouldn't get that now. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and opened his eyes. ] I have been known to on occasion. Just because I don't talk about sex or sexual things very often doesn't mean I don't engage in them, Tony. [ Lies. He hasn't had sex, but that's with good reason. Before the serum not a single woman would go near him. He was a punching bag. He was a joke. After the serum he was busy with the war and his mission. There wasn't much time. ]
Wow, no need to sound so formal, Cap. [ Her voice isn't dry — it's coy, and it's all put-upon, the kind of stance she takes when she's two seconds away from slamming the heel of her stiletto into someone's eye. (Weapons manufacturing is a cutthroat world, and some people don't let you forget it, and Tony swore the moment she came back from Afghanistan that she was done with that.)
She's short without her heels on, and her toes press into the carpet when she stands on her tiptoes to hook a finger into the collar of his shirt. It's definitely designed to make him uncomfortable (maybe Captain America isn't a prude but Steve Rogers is definitely a tradionalist, with romance and roses and who gives a fuck, really) and it's a crass kind of flirtation, but Tony does like it when he stuters. (It feels like she's won another round.)
She grins, looking up at him through her lashes. ]
Maybe you'd let loose a little if you actually fucked around, ever think of that?
MAYBE TONIGHT I WILL ACTUALLY BUY ICON SPACE TO DISPLAY STEVE'S EMOTIONSSSSS.
[ She was trying to rattle him again. It was becoming a national past time for Tony to rattle Steve Rogers' chains sexually. Steve wasn't sure why it even surprised him anymore. Maybe he just thought Tony would get tired of it, but here she went again. Steve's getting less and less confident in his ability to turn her away and go about his business. Maybe it's the arguing or just the amount of time they spent together on operations. It's starting to sound less and less like breach in ethics and more and more like he'd enjoy himself.
Steve swallowed hard and tried not to focus on her looming presence below him. She was a lot shorter than Steve, but she carried herself like she was about seven feet tall. She was always the biggest personality in the room. She always made you feel like half a man without even really trying. Oddly enough right now he felt like he was together this once. It was a strange feeling in this moment.
He narrowed his gaze and looked off to the side at the furniture. If he kept eye contact he's not sure what would happen. This just seems safer. ] Tony--I--don't know. This type of interaction wasn't really an option back in my time. Not because of the time, but because I wasn't top choice pick. I didn't do much of that type of thing. [ That being "fucking around". He didn't feel like vocalizing that. ] I think I'm loose though. I'm not loose? [ He finally made eye contact at that question. ]
[ Usually, it feels pretty good to score a hit — her knuckles might hurt for a while after, and she might feel kind of shitty about it for a little while, but usually the satisfaction beats out any guilt. Except that she's used to him meeting her in the eye, his jaw tense with how much he's trying to be a gentleman or whatever — and right now he's doing none of those things. He's not looking at her, and maybe Tony feels kind of bad, because it was just supposed to be to rile him up and she'd walk away feeling like a million bucks, not throw him into the deep end to feel shitty about all the people he left behind.
Her hand drops from his collar, face twisted into an expression that's a little hard to read, for someone who's always so obvious.
Flatly: ]
You make me feel like shit half the time. Like you look at me and all I can fucking see is that the great Captain America thinks I've let him down.
I'm just going to use it for everything now. It will never have context except to make you mad.
Tony--[ This isn't Captain America feeling bad about hurting a citizen. This is Steve Rogers feeling like he failed Tony Stark as a friend. His intention was to never hurt her. Steve went out of his way to not hurt her actually. He bit his tongue when he felt like what he had to say was a little too scathing. He left when things were too heated. He never wanted her to think she let him down. Because it wasn't true. She had done amazing things with the hand dealt to her and Steve understands more than anyone that you have to do what you can. He's starting to see that she's done her fair share. Maybe if you had asked him before the Manhattan incident his answer would be different, but things were different now.
Steve isn't sure if his words will fix this. She'll probably just throw something back in his face and dig the hole deeper. He can't think of anything to say anyways. Without thinking he reached forward and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't like the Steve Rogers pep talks. She typically took potshots at it anyways. He expected her to reel back and clock him, but he didn't know any other way to address this situation. ] I'm sorry. [ He whispered softly. His grip was tight and his face was pressed into the top of her head. ]
[ She doesn't even see it coming. Tony's the one who does this, who reaches out first even if it's only to harm, to rankle, to get a rise out of someone. She'll sling an arm around anyone's shoulder, even hop a piggyback ride on Thor's back, but fuck if she takes hugs — Tony's the kind of person who finds it easier when someone pulls her hair and fucks her from behind because then she doesn't have to—
The point is, things are pretty fucked up, and the last time somebody hugged her it might have been around the time Rhodey saved her in Afghanistan, so.
So Tony hits him straight in the chest, pushing him back with something so angry in the set of her expression. ]
What the hell are you doing?
[ The silence stretches out for a long, long time. And then she has no idea what she's doing, because maybe now she's got her hands on the side of his face and is kissing him like there's she's drowning and she doesn't want to be saved, she just wants him to follow along. ]
[ There might have been a time when Steve flinched or teetered when hit, but right now is not one of them. Tony liked to believe she hit like a sledgehammer, but Steve didn't feel them that much. Maybe Bruce or Clint might have reacted, but Steve just stands firm. It's probably the serum though. He's thankful for it because Tony tends to fall back on physical retaliation when she feels cornered. Emotions make her react poorly. He honestly expected a slap to the face, but the chest shot isn't too far off base.
He stayed silent because anything he did say would just make her more mad. She'd just get more wound up about the situation and he didn't want that. Steve tightened his jaw and just stared at her hard. He was expecting another hit or maybe an infamous storm off, but neither of those things happen. She's moved into his personal space and for a split second he's hoping for a hug. He gets something a little more than that and he's not sure how to react. It's new. Different. He doesn't hate it either.
Steve had no problem leaning into her body and finally he reacted. His lips parted just slightly and his arms went to sling around her body. His body was on autopilot and that could explain the way he hoisted her up without even a second thought. He knew how, but he had just never--done it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to vocalize that to Tony right now.
He's started to move forward now. It's hard for him to not stumble over his feet because his eyes shut immediately upon lip contact. He probably should have kept them open, but he didn't care. ]
[ It takes a second for her brain to catch up. (Steve. She is kissing Steve.) She's kissing Steve and he's kissing her back and jesus, he has large hands, she wants to know how fucking thick his fingers are, if he can make her come just by using them and his mouth— there's strength in the way he hoists her up, and her thighs are tight around his waist, knees pressing to hold on.
Tony takes the opportunity to roll her hips, and it's not particularly graceful or subtle. It's just a hard buck, another way she's trying to get a reaction out of him, and she's lost in what is suddenly a competition but maybe isn't when her back hits the edge of a painting as they stumble around. ]
[ Steve's not sure if he's willing to admit this out loud just yet, but he's fallen victim to wondering what's underneath the tight material of her dresses. The dresses usually come out when Tony has an event and parades through Stark Tower like she's queen of the city. Steve tries not to look when she breezes by, but it's sure hard not to linger. It's also hard not to let his mind wander to what's underneath when he's retired to his room with a book. That's all stuff that he's never been okay with facing just yet. Now? There's no reason for him to shove it deep down in that box.
Because he's not had much practice in this department it's hard for Steve to disguise the surprised groan of pleasure that rips through him. He never thought he'd be experiencing that in Tony's presence. Without really thinking it through Steve side stepped and then pressed her against the wall hard. He's gone up onto his tip toes. He's trying to get better friction as he ground against her desperately.
Tony Stark was making him desperate.
His hands already slid down to dig into her ass. His fingernails scratched against the jean fabric as his lips moved across her cheek and finally down to her neck. ]
Shit— [ That laugh? It's chased away immediately by the way he presses her up against the wall, presses himself up. They're wearing too many clothes, way too many clothes, but Tony's gone a little cross-eyed herself and she might actually be able to get off like this, so who gives a fuck, right?
(Okay, no, that's a lie. Tony would care. Tony would care, as in, be really upset, if she got the chance to fuck Captain America and all they did was have really frantic clothed dryhumping.)
Her nails dig into his shoulders (fuck, he has wide shoulders, god this is so unfair she could fucking ruin him) as she makes a stifled kind of noise, her ankles crossing against the low of his back. Tony's about to say something like slow down, soldier, even though she's proabbly never said that in her whole entire life, but then his lips are at her neck and her head hits the wall with a low thud. ]
[ Slowing down is the furthest thing from Steve's mind. You're dealing with a guy who has waited about ninety plus years before jumping into the sack. He's got more repressed sexual energy than anyone in the world. It's a miracle the first grind didn't break him. Tony Stark could probably bring him to the end and back by just whispering dirty things in his ear. He was loose enough that he wouldn't shy away or act like he was offended by what came out of her mouth. She had such a leg up on Steve and he struggled just to stay with her.
She said his name like that and Steve had to bite his bottom lip from making a noise. He didn't know how good it'd feel to have someone saying his name like that. This was the first time it happened. Right now he was all teeth and tongue over her neck. These moves were all instinct and some were a little from hearing Bucky talk about his conquests. He made sure to tell Steve all the dirty details when they were younger. Steve remembered more of the info than he cared to admit.
Hands. Hands. They needed to contribute right? He removed one from her ass and slid it up under the material of her shirt. He wasn't gentle about the way he pulled her bra down either. He rolled a nipple between his pointer and thumb before he drug a nail around it. His hips rolled forward twice and he pressed his forehead into her neck. His own breathing was becoming hard to control and suddenly the idea of moving to a flat surface seemed impossible. ] Tony--
[ Tony isn't actually wearing underwear. And also, she's kind of in a mild-state of always turned on, all the time, because she's an adrenaline junkie and has some weird emotional ideas about sex. So basically? Each time Steve rocks his hips forward, she grinds back down against him, riding the hard inseam of her jeans. (Cheating? Maybe. God, who cares.) ]
Holy shit I could come like this— [ It comes out all in a rush, her words tripping over each other, punctuated with a low moan. Tony's the first to admit that it's the frantic desperation that's getting to her the most, seeing Steve all people rock his hips like he's completely losing it. ] —I'm going to suck your brain out through your fucking cock after this, let you fuck my mouth before you fuck me, see if the serum does anything to your refractory period—
[ And then he's multi-tasking, the son of a bitch, and he's using his nail and she arches up into him, into the touch, hissing. ] Shit, do that again.
[ He never would have thought he'd be the type of guy to get his kicks out of hearing her tell him that. There was a sort of satisfaction that came with knowing all he needed was friction to get her going. Part of him is still aware that maybe her interrupted masturbation session is to blame, but he's going to hold onto the belief he's solely responsible. It's doing it for him and he has no real explanation as to why. Being with Tony like this is teaching Steve a lot of things about himself. Things he has never had the opportunity to properly explore before she came around.
Yep. That. He groaned loudly at the things she just described. Jesus. Sometimes Tony says inappropriate stuff around him and he'll most likely have something to say about. The truth of the matter is that Steve has never known someone to talk about that stuff so freely. When she brings it up it's hard for Steve to not picture in his head what she's describing. It's hard for him to not think about how good something might feel or how badly he'd want to try it with her.
When he did do a little self love in the military it was pretty easy for him to bounce back if he felt the need to go again. It's not back to back, but it doesn't take long or much to get him going back to an erect position. How long he'll last is another story entirely though. He's trying hard though for her. It's Tony Stark and there's a part of him that he won't be up par for her. He knows he'll never be on her level, but he can try to be decent right?
He's got no problem following orders from her in the bedroom. In the field is another subject entirely, but right now it's actually preferable. ] You feel so good. [ He drug his thumb nail directly over the nipple that time. He made sure to accent it with a hard grind. He removed his other hand from her ass finally and lifted it to pulled the shoulder of her shirt down a bit. He's holding her against the wall with his body now. She's got a firm grip so his hands aren't needed. His teeth scratched over the flesh of her shoulder roughly. ]
[ It's probably the least surprising thing on the planet that Tony's loud when it comes to sex — when it comes to the things she likes, actually. She yells a lot at the TV, and at baseball matches, and likes her music loud and her cars fast. So the fact she has a mouth on her? Probably surprises nobody.
Distantly, Tony thinks that this part is a little surprising, how Steve's still going for it, still touching her (if it's going to be hatesex, there's probably a record for doing it with Captain America), and the fact that he gets off on her talking is— yeah, okay, that's definitely doing something to her. Her hands are clumsy, scrambling to find the hem of her shirt and take it off, up and over her head — her cheeks are flushed, and once that's done her own hands get the idea, roaming over his shirt, tracing the ridges of his muscles, rocking her hips up. ]
Yeah? [ It comes out like a laugh, only there's more friction and it makes her shake, her breath catching in her throat. ] Wait until you feel how wet I am. Until you're fucking me. Until I come all over your cock. You're gonna fucking love it.
[ Steve spent about seventy percent of his time being mad at Tony Stark for some reason or other. The other thirty percent is spent trying to figure out why she was mad at him. The first seventy was almost always sparked by her yelling at him or pushing him too far. He's not sure if this qualifies as hatesex, but it's something close. She was angry with him and Steve was just confused again. It doesn't matter though. He's not going to evaluate it because it's too complex and she's doing way more distracting things to him.
She's gone ahead and removed that pesky shirt and he's mentally thanking her for going to that effort. Her hands are exploring and he's trying not to focus on the friction created by his zipper and inseam. He's struggling not to thrust faster because he's getting real close to coming like this. She'll lord this over him no doubt, but he's beyond the point of caring if he's farther along than her. She looks good, feels good and tastes good. How's a man not supposed to lose control?
Everything she's saying is helping. The idea of being inside of her after this is exhilarating. Steve can't help, but feel like a kid on Christmas or something. The comparison was slightly off, but it was how he felt. Excited. Wound up. Everything in between.
And there it is. Listening to her. The friction. The way her nipple felt between his fingers as he twisted it. The way she tasted. It was all bringing him to his knees. Steve's hips bucked up faster and with more of a frantic pace. He was breathing heavy and sharp in her ear. He bit down hard on his bottom lip and found a sweet spot. His hand reached out desperately and his fingertips pressed into the wall. Tony's wall now has five finger dents in her nice pretty walls. It's now a reminder of how she made Captain America come in his pants like a high schooler. ] Tony, dammit--
[ Cap is kind of ridiculously strong. And it might hurt, the way her back is arching into the wall, her shoulder-blades pressing against the plaster, but Tony is fucked up enough to like that — when his thrusts get more frantic she tightens her thighs, presses him closer, and it's actually really fucking unfortunate he doesn't last, like, twenty seconds longer, because that makes it twice now that he's interrupted an orgasm.
She whines, almost desperately, but there's not much she can do trapped between the wall and his chest.
And, she supposes, she can appreciate this too. ]
Holy shit. [ She's out of breath, and part of it, honestly, is the picture they must make. Dents in the wall, her shirt somewhere on the ground, her bra twisted up and over her breasts and digging into the skin between the arc reactor. She's still out of breath when she kisses him, hot and messy and open mouthed, and when she pulls away she's grinning ear to ear. ] That was hot.
[ Tony's not a tender person, but there is something softer about the way she threads a hand through his hair, almost thoughtful like all the anger's just melted away. Or, more accurately, doesn't matter right now. ]
[ At first it took Steve a little while to learn to control his strength and speed. It was a new thing for him and he'll admit he took a few doors off buildings before he got the hang of it. You have to learn how much pressure to apply or how fast you actually need to move. Sometimes it does get away from him if he's not focusing. He might have been a tad gentler if he had been paying attention earlier, but he was too consumed with her. Too consumed with how good it felt to actually let go. Maybe she was right before. Maybe if he had just done stuff like this before he would have felt better?
Steve could only nod to her thought that what they just did was hot. It was definitely that. He was pretty sure that dry humping with Captain America wasn't at all how Tony saw her day going. It's not one of those things that people plan. Steve certainly didn't see this happening when he marched in to have her fix his suit. The fabric was abandoned somewhere across the room when he caught her going at it with herself. Whatever he wanted her to do before is far from his mind.
He's still breathing heavy and he takes an extra couple of moments to answer her question. He's not sure. He's never actually timed something like this. Her guess is as good as his, but it's not too long. Shorter than the average guy or the more sexually experienced if he's being honest. ] Not long. [ It's occurred to Steve that maybe he shoulda lasted a little longer for her so he has an idea. ] By the time you're done--I should be okay.
[ He's pulled his hips away from her and dropped his hand from her breasts. Her legs are forced to drop to the ground with the new space, but he likes it this way. He has better reach. He doesn't even give her a chance to argue before popping the button on her jeans and sliding his hand inside. Steve is a gentleman and this is what they do in a moment like this right? Slide two fingers into their infuriating friends and twist. ]
[ For the record, Tony doesn't mind finishing by herself. Some guys are only kind of good at going down on girls anyway, and sometimes she's too spaced out with trying to work out a formula in her head that it's just easier this way. Besides, sex isn't like a fucking porno — despite, you know, her actual sex tape — and no one comes at the some time anyway. That's, like, some mystical romantic look into your eyes shit.
So she's completely okay with getting herself off once Steve sets her down, but then he's actually reaching for her jeans and holy shit, is he real? ]
Are you fucking kidding me? [ But it comes out more of a groan, her hips bucking against his hand, weight tipped back against the wall. That theory, about his fingers earlier? Perfect. She grinds down against the heel of his hand, searching out a little more friction. ]
Holy shit, yeah, just— just like that. Oh my god if you make me squirt on my fucking jeans I'm gonna kill you these cost like three grand—
[ It's pretty likely Tony has no idea what she's saying when she gets really riled up. ]
[ Somehow the idea of her finishing herself doesn't sit right with him. He's not delusional or childish enough to think that they were going to magically come at the same time. He's heard enough stories from Bucky to know that just isn't the case at all. Still he wants to make sure that he helps take care of her. She may drive him insane and make his head spin, but it doesn't mean he want to be responsible for her losing control like that. He watched how far down the line she got earlier and he's curious to see the end result. If he thought he'd be any good he would have tugged her jeans down and used his mouth, but he hasn't had a chance to practice that. He's just going to use his fingers instead.
He pressed his lips against her neck softly and pressed his chest against hers. The rough cotton of his t-shirt rubbing against her nipples. If he wasn't so busy with trying to make her come he would have commented that she looked very good naked. She probably would have rolled her eyes at that or punched him in the chest for being stupid. He was just going to keep it to himself most likely. He didn't need to ruin the moment.
Steve's lips got higher and higher until he caught her earlobe in between his teeth. He rolled it around as his fingers twisted, pumped and curled inside of her. ] Fuck--[ She had Steve dropping curse words that usually didn't leave his lips. He was reserved in what sweat words he chose to use. Fuck was usually not one of them for whatever reason. ] I'm gonna make you ruin 'em. [ Maybe he was taking a lead from Tony, but it felt like the right time to say something. Just because it came out okay didn't mean that Steve wasn't having a mental breakdown in his head. ]
[ Her hand scrabbles wildly for purchase, first against the wall and then at his shoulders. The other hand is curled around his wrist, keeping him in place as she alternates between grinding down and fucking herself harder on his fingers because she's desperate, like, "two orgasms were robbed from me" desperate, and Tony's never had much shame anyway.
And then Steve does that — Tony, in a fit of sex-induced delirium, thinks for a moment that Pepper is going to kill her when she realizes she's turned Captain America into, like, a finger-fucking, swearing, sex-crazed maniac — and normally dirty talk from guys just makes her roll her eyes. She doesn't really want to hear about how hard their fucking dicks are, but for some reason hearing Steve just say fuck is—
Yeah. That's good. Tony makes high, desperate keening noises in the back of her throat. It doesn't take that long. She takes one more sharp inhale, and every muscle in her body goes absolutely rigid —
— and then she just breaks apart, shuddering with something that sounds almost like a whimper. She comes hard, clenching and fluttering around his fingers, and considering how her thighs are absolutely messy there's a pretty high chance she's just ruined her jeans with how soaked his fingers must be. ]
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Tony does a lot of work. She's obsessive, although she would say goal orientated. She wears red lipstick like the blood of her enemies, and she's not afraid to sock a couple people in the face — even if they're Captain America. She works a lot and sleeps around a whole lot less than she used to, because Obadiah was all kinds of fucked up and Pepper is Pepper and when you're a superhero with lingering panic attacks and dreams about space, you try to not let reporters in on it.
So yeah— she's sitting on her couch with a hand under the band of her jeans, because Thor's off with Jane and Bruce is off doing whatever he does, and Natasha-and-Clint are doing SHIELD shit and who gives a fuck where Steve is? And then—
Then the elevator dings, and that is definitely Steve, and instead of flushing with embarrassment Tony just groans, her head flopping back onto the couch and notably out of breath. ]
I can't believe Captain America just robbed me of my orgasm. I am so fucking mad at you.
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He's frustrated because why does she have to talk so boldly about it. He just got an eyeful of--her. He's not even sure what he's supposed to say. How does one apologize for ruining a moment like this? Things between them are already tense and fractured. This kind of just has become icing on the cake for them. He really wanted to make nice with Tony, but she was making it incredibly difficult for him. This just made it worse.
Steve sighed heavily and bowed his head. He lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to focus on anything than what he just witnessed. ] Why--why were you doing that in the living room, Tony? That's a bedroom thing isn't it? Look--I didn't mean to ruin anything. I can go and let you finish or whatever you need to do.
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This is so fucking stupid.
And she's still turned on.
And if he was any other avenger, she'd probably say something like give me a hand, but it's Steve, and he obviously doesn't— it's Steve. She sits up on her knees, resting her arms and head on the back of the couch. Maybe he can do her a favor and ignore the fact her pupils are blown to hell and back, huh? ]
Nevermind, the moment's gone. I'm sorry if I offended your delicate sensibilities with the fact women fuck around too.
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He let out an exhausted sigh and shook his head. She always had to make him seem like a bad guy. Sure it was his fault was barging in, but that was pretty much all Steve was guilty of this time. ] I never said women didn't do that stuff, Tony. I just said that masturbating is a bedroom activity. Lots of guys in the service did it. I'm aware women do it too, but my experience with women doing it is a little more limited is all. I'm sorry I interrupted you though.
I can come back tomorrow. Give you enough time to get your magic back. [ Because frankly he was in that head space where he just wanted to yell at her. ]
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She knows Steve isn't half the asshole she makes him out to be, but it's so fucking easy to just needle at him; it's what Tony does when she's curious, just presses and presses and presses until something breaks. If he hates her, then so fucking be it — no skin off her nose. Steve can do or fuck whatever he wants.
A pause, then Tony smiles at him, her mouth a sharp, red gash. ]
Do you do it?
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That smile is probably the one thing that can frighten Captain America. That smile is almost always code for big trouble. When Tony finds a subject to needle Steve about that's the smile she gives him. That's the smile that leads to him getting asked complicated questions that either make him blush or sputter. Where was Clint when you needed him? He'd almost always talk over him to discuss his own conquests.
Steve shut his eyes tightly and exhaled slowly. He was trying not to react poorly. It was just a question. It was designed to get a rise out of Steve. Her goal lately was to make Steve break and lose it. She got some sort of sick pleasure out of making him feel awkward. She wouldn't get that now. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and opened his eyes. ] I have been known to on occasion. Just because I don't talk about sex or sexual things very often doesn't mean I don't engage in them, Tony. [ Lies. He hasn't had sex, but that's with good reason. Before the serum not a single woman would go near him. He was a punching bag. He was a joke. After the serum he was busy with the war and his mission. There wasn't much time. ]
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She's short without her heels on, and her toes press into the carpet when she stands on her tiptoes to hook a finger into the collar of his shirt. It's definitely designed to make him uncomfortable (maybe Captain America isn't a prude but Steve Rogers is definitely a tradionalist, with romance and roses and who gives a fuck, really) and it's a crass kind of flirtation, but Tony does like it when he stuters. (It feels like she's won another round.)
She grins, looking up at him through her lashes. ]
Maybe you'd let loose a little if you actually fucked around, ever think of that?
MAYBE TONIGHT I WILL ACTUALLY BUY ICON SPACE TO DISPLAY STEVE'S EMOTIONSSSSS.
Steve swallowed hard and tried not to focus on her looming presence below him. She was a lot shorter than Steve, but she carried herself like she was about seven feet tall. She was always the biggest personality in the room. She always made you feel like half a man without even really trying. Oddly enough right now he felt like he was together this once. It was a strange feeling in this moment.
He narrowed his gaze and looked off to the side at the furniture. If he kept eye contact he's not sure what would happen. This just seems safer. ] Tony--I--don't know. This type of interaction wasn't really an option back in my time. Not because of the time, but because I wasn't top choice pick. I didn't do much of that type of thing. [ That being "fucking around". He didn't feel like vocalizing that. ] I think I'm loose though. I'm not loose? [ He finally made eye contact at that question. ]
UGH THAT ICON THO
Her hand drops from his collar, face twisted into an expression that's a little hard to read, for someone who's always so obvious.
Flatly: ]
You make me feel like shit half the time. Like you look at me and all I can fucking see is that the great Captain America thinks I've let him down.
I'm just going to use it for everything now. It will never have context except to make you mad.
Steve isn't sure if his words will fix this. She'll probably just throw something back in his face and dig the hole deeper. He can't think of anything to say anyways. Without thinking he reached forward and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't like the Steve Rogers pep talks. She typically took potshots at it anyways. He expected her to reel back and clock him, but he didn't know any other way to address this situation. ] I'm sorry. [ He whispered softly. His grip was tight and his face was pressed into the top of her head. ]
you are such a shithead.
The point is, things are pretty fucked up, and the last time somebody hugged her it might have been around the time Rhodey saved her in Afghanistan, so.
So Tony hits him straight in the chest, pushing him back with something so angry in the set of her expression. ]
What the hell are you doing?
[ The silence stretches out for a long, long time. And then she has no idea what she's doing, because maybe now she's got her hands on the side of his face and is kissing him like there's she's drowning and she doesn't want to be saved, she just wants him to follow along. ]
I know. I'm very good at it.
He stayed silent because anything he did say would just make her more mad. She'd just get more wound up about the situation and he didn't want that. Steve tightened his jaw and just stared at her hard. He was expecting another hit or maybe an infamous storm off, but neither of those things happen. She's moved into his personal space and for a split second he's hoping for a hug. He gets something a little more than that and he's not sure how to react. It's new. Different. He doesn't hate it either.
Steve had no problem leaning into her body and finally he reacted. His lips parted just slightly and his arms went to sling around her body. His body was on autopilot and that could explain the way he hoisted her up without even a second thought. He knew how, but he had just never--done it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to vocalize that to Tony right now.
He's started to move forward now. It's hard for him to not stumble over his feet because his eyes shut immediately upon lip contact. He probably should have kept them open, but he didn't care. ]
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Tony takes the opportunity to roll her hips, and it's not particularly graceful or subtle. It's just a hard buck, another way she's trying to get a reaction out of him, and she's lost in what is suddenly a competition but maybe isn't when her back hits the edge of a painting as they stumble around. ]
Ow, fuck—
[ But she's laughing all the same. ]
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Because he's not had much practice in this department it's hard for Steve to disguise the surprised groan of pleasure that rips through him. He never thought he'd be experiencing that in Tony's presence. Without really thinking it through Steve side stepped and then pressed her against the wall hard. He's gone up onto his tip toes. He's trying to get better friction as he ground against her desperately.
Tony Stark was making him desperate.
His hands already slid down to dig into her ass. His fingernails scratched against the jean fabric as his lips moved across her cheek and finally down to her neck. ]
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(Okay, no, that's a lie. Tony would care. Tony would care, as in, be really upset, if she got the chance to fuck Captain America and all they did was have really frantic clothed dryhumping.)
Her nails dig into his shoulders (fuck, he has wide shoulders, god this is so unfair she could fucking ruin him) as she makes a stifled kind of noise, her ankles crossing against the low of his back. Tony's about to say something like slow down, soldier, even though she's proabbly never said that in her whole entire life, but then his lips are at her neck and her head hits the wall with a low thud. ]
Steve, fuck, oh my god—
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She said his name like that and Steve had to bite his bottom lip from making a noise. He didn't know how good it'd feel to have someone saying his name like that. This was the first time it happened. Right now he was all teeth and tongue over her neck. These moves were all instinct and some were a little from hearing Bucky talk about his conquests. He made sure to tell Steve all the dirty details when they were younger. Steve remembered more of the info than he cared to admit.
Hands. Hands. They needed to contribute right? He removed one from her ass and slid it up under the material of her shirt. He wasn't gentle about the way he pulled her bra down either. He rolled a nipple between his pointer and thumb before he drug a nail around it. His hips rolled forward twice and he pressed his forehead into her neck. His own breathing was becoming hard to control and suddenly the idea of moving to a flat surface seemed impossible. ] Tony--
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Holy shit I could come like this— [ It comes out all in a rush, her words tripping over each other, punctuated with a low moan. Tony's the first to admit that it's the frantic desperation that's getting to her the most, seeing Steve all people rock his hips like he's completely losing it. ] —I'm going to suck your brain out through your fucking cock after this, let you fuck my mouth before you fuck me, see if the serum does anything to your refractory period—
[ And then he's multi-tasking, the son of a bitch, and he's using his nail and she arches up into him, into the touch, hissing. ] Shit, do that again.
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Yep. That. He groaned loudly at the things she just described. Jesus. Sometimes Tony says inappropriate stuff around him and he'll most likely have something to say about. The truth of the matter is that Steve has never known someone to talk about that stuff so freely. When she brings it up it's hard for Steve to not picture in his head what she's describing. It's hard for him to not think about how good something might feel or how badly he'd want to try it with her.
When he did do a little self love in the military it was pretty easy for him to bounce back if he felt the need to go again. It's not back to back, but it doesn't take long or much to get him going back to an erect position. How long he'll last is another story entirely though. He's trying hard though for her. It's Tony Stark and there's a part of him that he won't be up par for her. He knows he'll never be on her level, but he can try to be decent right?
He's got no problem following orders from her in the bedroom. In the field is another subject entirely, but right now it's actually preferable. ] You feel so good. [ He drug his thumb nail directly over the nipple that time. He made sure to accent it with a hard grind. He removed his other hand from her ass finally and lifted it to pulled the shoulder of her shirt down a bit. He's holding her against the wall with his body now. She's got a firm grip so his hands aren't needed. His teeth scratched over the flesh of her shoulder roughly. ]
oops, i forgot to hit send before dinner.
Distantly, Tony thinks that this part is a little surprising, how Steve's still going for it, still touching her (if it's going to be hatesex, there's probably a record for doing it with Captain America), and the fact that he gets off on her talking is— yeah, okay, that's definitely doing something to her. Her hands are clumsy, scrambling to find the hem of her shirt and take it off, up and over her head — her cheeks are flushed, and once that's done her own hands get the idea, roaming over his shirt, tracing the ridges of his muscles, rocking her hips up. ]
Yeah? [ It comes out like a laugh, only there's more friction and it makes her shake, her breath catching in her throat. ] Wait until you feel how wet I am. Until you're fucking me. Until I come all over your cock. You're gonna fucking love it.
DAMMIT YOU HAD ONE JOB, WOMAN!
She's gone ahead and removed that pesky shirt and he's mentally thanking her for going to that effort. Her hands are exploring and he's trying not to focus on the friction created by his zipper and inseam. He's struggling not to thrust faster because he's getting real close to coming like this. She'll lord this over him no doubt, but he's beyond the point of caring if he's farther along than her. She looks good, feels good and tastes good. How's a man not supposed to lose control?
Everything she's saying is helping. The idea of being inside of her after this is exhilarating. Steve can't help, but feel like a kid on Christmas or something. The comparison was slightly off, but it was how he felt. Excited. Wound up. Everything in between.
And there it is. Listening to her. The friction. The way her nipple felt between his fingers as he twisted it. The way she tasted. It was all bringing him to his knees. Steve's hips bucked up faster and with more of a frantic pace. He was breathing heavy and sharp in her ear. He bit down hard on his bottom lip and found a sweet spot. His hand reached out desperately and his fingertips pressed into the wall. Tony's wall now has five finger dents in her nice pretty walls. It's now a reminder of how she made Captain America come in his pants like a high schooler. ] Tony, dammit--
FUCK YOU.
She whines, almost desperately, but there's not much she can do trapped between the wall and his chest.
And, she supposes, she can appreciate this too. ]
Holy shit. [ She's out of breath, and part of it, honestly, is the picture they must make. Dents in the wall, her shirt somewhere on the ground, her bra twisted up and over her breasts and digging into the skin between the arc reactor. She's still out of breath when she kisses him, hot and messy and open mouthed, and when she pulls away she's grinning ear to ear. ] That was hot.
[ Tony's not a tender person, but there is something softer about the way she threads a hand through his hair, almost thoughtful like all the anger's just melted away. Or, more accurately, doesn't matter right now. ]
I'm serious, how soon can you go again?
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Steve could only nod to her thought that what they just did was hot. It was definitely that. He was pretty sure that dry humping with Captain America wasn't at all how Tony saw her day going. It's not one of those things that people plan. Steve certainly didn't see this happening when he marched in to have her fix his suit. The fabric was abandoned somewhere across the room when he caught her going at it with herself. Whatever he wanted her to do before is far from his mind.
He's still breathing heavy and he takes an extra couple of moments to answer her question. He's not sure. He's never actually timed something like this. Her guess is as good as his, but it's not too long. Shorter than the average guy or the more sexually experienced if he's being honest. ] Not long. [ It's occurred to Steve that maybe he shoulda lasted a little longer for her so he has an idea. ] By the time you're done--I should be okay.
[ He's pulled his hips away from her and dropped his hand from her breasts. Her legs are forced to drop to the ground with the new space, but he likes it this way. He has better reach. He doesn't even give her a chance to argue before popping the button on her jeans and sliding his hand inside. Steve is a gentleman and this is what they do in a moment like this right? Slide two fingers into their infuriating friends and twist. ]
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So she's completely okay with getting herself off once Steve sets her down, but then he's actually reaching for her jeans and holy shit, is he real? ]
Are you fucking kidding me? [ But it comes out more of a groan, her hips bucking against his hand, weight tipped back against the wall. That theory, about his fingers earlier? Perfect. She grinds down against the heel of his hand, searching out a little more friction. ]
Holy shit, yeah, just— just like that. Oh my god if you make me squirt on my fucking jeans I'm gonna kill you these cost like three grand—
[ It's pretty likely Tony has no idea what she's saying when she gets really riled up. ]
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He pressed his lips against her neck softly and pressed his chest against hers. The rough cotton of his t-shirt rubbing against her nipples. If he wasn't so busy with trying to make her come he would have commented that she looked very good naked. She probably would have rolled her eyes at that or punched him in the chest for being stupid. He was just going to keep it to himself most likely. He didn't need to ruin the moment.
Steve's lips got higher and higher until he caught her earlobe in between his teeth. He rolled it around as his fingers twisted, pumped and curled inside of her. ] Fuck--[ She had Steve dropping curse words that usually didn't leave his lips. He was reserved in what sweat words he chose to use. Fuck was usually not one of them for whatever reason. ] I'm gonna make you ruin 'em. [ Maybe he was taking a lead from Tony, but it felt like the right time to say something. Just because it came out okay didn't mean that Steve wasn't having a mental breakdown in his head. ]
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And then Steve does that — Tony, in a fit of sex-induced delirium, thinks for a moment that Pepper is going to kill her when she realizes she's turned Captain America into, like, a finger-fucking, swearing, sex-crazed maniac — and normally dirty talk from guys just makes her roll her eyes. She doesn't really want to hear about how hard their fucking dicks are, but for some reason hearing Steve just say fuck is—
Yeah. That's good. Tony makes high, desperate keening noises in the back of her throat. It doesn't take that long. She takes one more sharp inhale, and every muscle in her body goes absolutely rigid —
— and then she just breaks apart, shuddering with something that sounds almost like a whimper. She comes hard, clenching and fluttering around his fingers, and considering how her thighs are absolutely messy there's a pretty high chance she's just ruined her jeans with how soaked his fingers must be. ]
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