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.
[ 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. ]
[ It's almost like that's Steve's way of making up for the first orgasm he robbed her of and the second one as well. Though he didn't imagine he'd be making up the orgasm loss to her in this fashion. It's interesting though and he's anxious to see if she's going to keep her promise of "sucking his brains out through his dick". It was an interesting idea and he can't lie and say he's not interested in seeing what she's capable of with her mouth. He's more than a little curious about what she's capable of concerning everything though.
When she comes Steve has to take a moment to steady himself. The sounds that come from her are amazing and he's never really been privy to when it comes to women. He's not sure why, but he could probably back and just listen to her to get there. There's something incredibly smooth about Tony's voice even when she's losing control like this. It's hard for him not to notice and enjoy it in this context. When she was yelling at him for no reason then it sort of didn't have the same hold.
He breathed out a sigh and held his fingers inside of her for just a moment longer after she finished. Finally he slipped them out and cleaned them on the bottom of his shirt. His head pulled back and he actually smiled because he had just made Tony Stark do that. It was one of those moments that you tended to remember for good. He was finally able to take in the state of her and it had him biting down on his bottom lip.
Steve tilted his head and swallowed the lump in his throat. ] I think I'm good now. [ Could be interpreted multiple ways, but it was just Steve informing her that he had "bounced back" finally. ]
[ Tony only takes a second — or maybe it's more like a nanosecond — before she more or less pounces on him. She's loose-limbed from an orgasm that completely ruined her designer jeans, but they were shitty anyway so she kicks them off, hurriedly unclasps her bra and pushes him so he's against the wall. Blowjob first. Time for rest after. Getting on her knees isn't a big deal. It's not, like, some power-play or whatever — besides, she'll be the one with teeth near his dick, and Tony's already undoing his belt, unzipping, pushing it all down to his ankles. ]
Ground rules. If I need to breathe, I'm going tap you twice on the hip. Don't stop until I do that, okay? It's hotter for me if I can't— [ And then she's distracted, because if Steve looks like a fucking ken doll, his dick looks like. Like a marble statue of a dick. If they weren't, like, so small or something. God, Tony could make a silicone model of his dick and it would sell like wildfire. Except for the part where it might give her jawache. ] —oh my god I'm gonna fucking enjoy this.
[ She starts out with small licks to the head, one hand at his thigh and the other gripping the base of him. Her tongue swirls for a couple moments, like she's cleaning him off, thorough and flicking hard just at the tip, her hand stroking slowly.
And then, because it's Tony, there's absolutely no warning at all before she takes him — well, most of him, into her mouth to the back of her throat, calmly breathing through her nose. ]
[ She's quick. Steve is ready for her though. She could have taken him to the ground, but instead they're still vertical. He's lucky he centered his weight. He didn't even have a chance to look at her naked completely. She's already pinned him to the wall and slithered down his body. He blinked rapidly as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened. He kind of caught on when he heard and felt his pants being undone. She was about to make good on her promise and he was more than excited by the prospect.
She was seriously about the face fucking that she mentioned before. He didn't think that was going to be a thing, but he'd try it out. He was a little nervous about hurting her, but he'd have to remember to take it easy. He could actually really hurt her if he got lost in the moment and just started thrusting forward. He didn't want to really ruin this moment because he got a little overzealous with everything.
He was about to say something when she commented on enjoying this, but she kind of cut him off. She already moved in on him. His toes curled just a bit when her tongue darted out over his cock. He shuddered for a moment when her tongue started to swirl. This had never been done for Steve and it was kind of surprising how much he realized he was missing.
Steve's hips bucked forward when she took him in. He couldn't stop or control it. He bent forward to put a hand on her head. Fingers dug into her dark locks and held on tightly. It was amazing how all the niceness could go out the window when things got this charged. He couldn't even think of being nice. ] Yes. God. Shit. [ Yep. She was ruining Captain America. ] Keep going.
[ She makes a small, gagging kind of noise at the way his hips buck, but it only takes a second to adjust around it, to tamp down the reflex. Tony's been practicing giving head since she was fifteen with early entrance into MIT, cause that's what you did when you were smarter than everybody and everyone around you was in their twenties. That, and drink a lot. She has Rhodey to thank for keeping her younger years (relatively) safe.
She relaxes enough to try and take a little more of him. Tony makes the occasional noise, like a splutter or like she just can't breathe, but unlike Afghanistan all this breathplay is on her terms — part of her kind of wishes he'd actually pull on her hair.
And it's a good thing Tony's a champion at sucking cock, otherwise she might clue onto the fact that he's actually never done this before. She moans a little at the way he swears (god, that probably makes her really obvious) and looks up at him through her lashes, directly into his eyes.
(There is no nice way to say please fuck my face to Captain America.) ]
[ The sensation is different than anything he's experienced and that's pretty limited too. It's different than his own hand and very different from his dry humping he just did a few moments ago. It's all very different and he never imagined it to be so complex. Steve kind of just thought of sex as something that had the same end result. He didn't really think too much on the different sensations that went hand in hand with the different acts. If he wasn't so focused on the way she felt wrapped around his cock he would have been anxious to get inside of her. This was good though. Very good.
Steve isn't too sure on the things he can and can't do while he's engaged with this. He's never been on the receiving end, but his hand is currently tangled in her hair. Not pulling, but it's holding on tightly. It's the only place where he can get a hand hold and to be honest he's not sure what to even do with his hands. It's not like they make manuals on this stuff. Maybe on positions and things like that, but certainly not on where the hell you put your hands when getting a blowjob.
His other hand joined the first and they both dig into her hair. He's pulling her into his face now because he really has no control over his hands right now or his hips. His left pulled up hard, but kept hold of her hair. He pulled her hair, but it wasn't really an intentional thought out thing. It wasn't something he thought needed to be done. It sort of just happened as his hips lifted off of the wall sharply. He was starting to see the appeal of this.
Breathing had become hard. His was getting a little heavy and strained. He was moaning a lot louder now and he didn't really care how silly it sounded. She was killing him with her mouth. ] Tony, don't--stop. God you feel so good. [ The word came out stressed as she hit a particularly sweet spot with him. ] Fu--ck. Yes. [ Steve never imagined himself as a guy who cursed during sex, but there was a first time for everything. Besides these were new sensations. They were shocking and Steve was still adjusting. ]
[ Oh. My. God. Holy shit, thank god Steve Rogers is a quick learner, because Tony's not sure she's ever gotten wet so fast from giving a guy head. It's worth it to just see him lose it, 'cause the great fucking gentleman she knows would never just grab somebody's hair and thrust into their mouth while they were choking for air. Which is, by the way, one of her favorite things. Is that fucked up? (Who cares. If Tony has her way, soon it'll be one of Cap's favorite things.)
She's not superhuman though. She has to tap out eventually, two quick hits against his hip before she completely pulls away, gasping for air and her lips swollen and shiny with spit. Her breathing comes labored, heavy, and her mascara is starting to get ruined. The reason she stops only has half to do with the fact that she was kneeling on hardwood floors. ]
I fucking love sucking your cock, we should make that clear, but if you don't fuck me on the floor right now I'm going to explode.
[ He's going to have to bookmark that experience as something he wants to revisit. When you're a teenage boy you think about these things being done for you, but unlike most teenage boys it took Steve about eighty plus years before they were actually done to him. That's kind of a long time to go without. Even though most of it was spent encased in ice. He was most definitely going to spend a good chunk of his time now thinking about Tony Stark and what she was capable of doing with her mouth and tongue. He was also going to think about how he brought her there with dry humping and his fingers. He liked that idea.
Steve would be happy to do that one. He had never done that with someone, but he hadn't done any of the stuff they just did. He was plenty excited to try this one too. He didn't waste much time in the removing of his t-shirt. He kicked his shoes off and then his pants and boxers followed them across the room. He dropped down onto his knees and slid over her body with his own. He could have just as easily carried on and pretended like he had minor experience in this, but he decided against it. He wanted her to know that instruction would not be ignored in this case.
He swallowed hard and bent his head around to whisper in her ear. Somehow whispering this felt better than saying it out loud to the world. ] I haven't--done--just tell me what has to change. [ It was almost like he was scared she'd laugh in his face because he only let a few seconds pass before he leaned in to kiss her hard on the mouth. His hand was already between their bodies holding his cock. He took the opportunity while she was busy with the kiss to slide inside of her slowly. He wanted to take that part easy. He was already crazy sensitive from the blowjob before. ]
[ Steve Rogers is going to fuck her into the floor. Oh god, she's going to need to make sure the surveillance footage goes only into her personal files. She's already got her legs spread for him, fingers running up and down the center of her slick, slipping two fingers inside herself while she waits for him to hurry up because she's pretty sure she's never wanted to come this bad. Tony's just — god, his shoulders — and she instantly hooks a leg over his waist as he settles over her. And.
—wait, what? ]
Wait— [ She pulls away from him, breaks the kiss and presses a hand against his chest to stop him, even though his cock is right there and. Look, Tony Stark, she's trying to be responsible. God, is he being serious? ]
[ Steve is halfway inside of her when she halted his progress. He expected it to be quite honest. It's kind of shocking news and he tried desperately to cover it up with a kiss and some quick movement. She's asking him if it's true and he's almost tempted to say it's a joke, but he can't. She'll figure it out sooner or later and he'd rather her guide him along than him fumble in the dark like he's never seen a naked body. He's seen a naked woman, but they were in racy photos some of the guys had in the military.
He swallowed hard and just nodded his head to answer it. He's award that he owes her an explanation of sorts, but he's not sure of how to actually start it. Because she's still wrapped around half of him and what she just did is fresh on his mind. ] Women weren't lining up to have sex with the small kid with asthma, Tony. After the serum I was busy with the war. Is it okay that I haven't--? I know the basics, but--a few nudges in the right direction is all I'll probably need. [ Because he's suddenly become hyper aware that maybe she doesn't want to fuck the virgin guy who has too many morals and outdated ideas about things. Though there was nothing outdated about all the things they had just done. ]
If I can't get you there--there's always my fingers. [ Sort of a joke. Sort of. ]
No, hey— [ This is an awkward conversation to have when she actually really, really wants him to be not half inside her and just screw her into the floor, but Tony— look. He's not— Cap is a friend. Sometimes. On a good day. And he more than made up for those two lost orgasms before, so— So she hits him in the shoulder instead. ]
Why the fuck would you not tell me?
[ She groans. Tony's lucky there's the corner of a persian rug right underneath her head or that might have hurt. Captain America is a virgin. Oh, god. She deep-throated Steve Rogers after talking dirty to him. But— right, no, Steve, don't look like that. ] Hey, Steve, no, don't go anywhere. [ She even clicks her fingers in-front of his face for good measure, tightening the leg that's thrown over his waist. ] Look, I just- You don't really like me. And I know sex is great, trust me, it's great, 'cause what we did was great, but are you sure you wanna—
—make me the first choice?
[ She's not looking for a sweeping declaration or anything, but she knows Steve at least believes in romance. Tony, not so much. ]
[ If Steve didn't make things awkward at least once then it wouldn't be a normal day for them. She had to know though. She had to be told because if he fumbled around then it'd be even worse. He didn't want to be bad in that sense for her. Was it weird that he wanted to be enough for her in this sense? He wanted her to have a good time too, but judging by how badly she wanted him it might have been overlooked. He can't dwell though because she's asking questions and Steve isn't a hundred percent sure how to even answer them without making it worse.
He doesn't even register the hit or anything beyond the words coming out of her mouth. It's not something that Steve broadcasts to the whole world honestly. It's hard enough not understanding this world he was thrust into. ] Because it's kinda embarrassing sometimes. I figured you'd laugh. [ She might have laughed if they weren't currently engaged in an act like this. She most definitely would have if he wasn't half inside of her.
She's trying to keep him grounded, but he can't help where his mind goes. Steve's still having trouble with the idea that women might somehow find him attractive. He nearly flailed every time a woman came near him during his USO tours. ] Because why not? Because as much as you yell at me that you're not my friend--you kinda are and I know you'll be semi okay with my lack of experience.
Also I may not like you in the way that you're saying, but I like you as a person. And dammit if you aren't really pretty right now. [ He pulled a straight face finally tilted his head. ] Now--are you gonna finish what we started or do I gotta go help myself in my quarters?
[ The truth is that sex makes Tony's brain a little stupid. And maybe it's the orgasm or the fact she actually still really wants to fuck him but is trying to do the right thing and failing, and if she wasn't so turned on she probably would have laughed anyway. Not because of the fact that Steve is a virgin, but because of the fact that— well, Tony's basically the furthest you can get from a virgin. Or a considerate partner.
Guys have said stranger things to her in an effort to get laid. But Steve, for some reason, with all his fumbling and his we're totally friends or whatever gets her to smile lazily, a hand shifting up to thread through his hair. ]
You think I'm pretty.
[ She kind of says it like a win, honestly. It must be a win, 'cause the next thing Tony does is cant her hips upwards, encouraging him with the press of her foot against his lower back. ]
I'll tell you when to touch me, just— just move, Steve.
[ She's proud of herself because Steve thinks she's pretty. He's not really that annoyed by that either. It's the truth. Tony Stark is pretty most days and sometimes he tries not to notice. Sometimes he tries not to look at her too long because it'll seem weird. It's one of those things you kind of just notice off the bat when you meet her. Right now though? Maybe it's because her hair is mess because of how hard he grabbed when she was sucking him. Or maybe it's the fact that her makeup is no longer perfect, but she's really pretty. It's weird and he's having a hard time pinning down why he feels this way.
Tony's moved her hips though and her heel digs into his back. He's pushed down further and deeper into her. He can't help the hiss that escaped though. She provoked it. He had a split second to nod and then he was pushing inside of her the rest of the way. The sensation was different than the mouth and much different than the way his fabric rubbed against him. None of this is at all familiar and he doesn't care. It's making his toes curl his nails dig into ground underneath him. There is really no leverage from this position, but he'll find it. He has to. Even if he has to put holes in her floor, but that might be too drastic and she'd surely complain.
His lips moved onto her neck and he nipped and sucked. His hips were slow in an attempt to keep himself under control for just a little bit longer. He'd be coming first and it didn't matter. Sex wasn't a science. It was basically just what felt good right? This felt good. Scratch that. It felt amazing. It also helped that he could feel her breasts rubbing against the bare skin of his chest now. ]
[ She moans, long and low, at the way he sinks into her. It's basically pornographic because, okay, Steve, again with the awesome dick, and her hand curls around the back of his neck as she tries to draw him even closer.
Weirdly enough — Tony's not big on the eye-contact thing, even less on the slow and steady wins the race thing — it's not really that bad. Virgin. Right. But virgin with the awesome refractory period? Way better. She keeps making these high-pitched noises, a little filthy and sometimes on the end of a hiccup when his mouth is hot against her neck, her skin, lighting her up from the inside out. It's good that Tony likes adrenaline and heights and fighting, otherwise sex would be her vice of choice — and it was, before Afghanistan. That and heroin, anyway.
It's a smooth push in, and it's that feeling of being stretched open, thick and solid and already Tony's trying not to move. She's about to stuff a knuckle into her own mouth so she won't say something that sounds a lot like begging, but then she flinches a little, her hand at his chest again. ]
Hey, Steve? Put your weight on your elbows a little— [ It doesn't hurt, but it's- a thing, with the arc reactor in her chest. ] —too close and my nightlight gets a little uncomfortable.
[ Her arc reactor is just apart of her by this point. Steve often doesn't think twice about it's presence there. She's insisted he lean up and he has no problem following that order. He lifted his head just a bit and then pushed his elbows underneath him on either side of her body. His hands are sort of curling around the top of her head and his fingers going into her hair with this new positioning. He doesn't mind it though. He's close, but he's no longer squishing her chest or the arc reactor.
Sometimes he's a little curious about how much it's plugged into her. He knows the basics, but he's gonna have to ask her later about it. She probably won't answer. She might make jokes, but his curiosity will be genuine. He wants to know.
If he thought listening to her during him finger fucking her was good he was sadly mistaken because this was much better. He's very much aware that his cock is responsible for this. He's inside of her. He's filling her and having a good time doing it as well. He can see her face a little better now and somehow watching it contort like this is doing something to Steve. It's chipping away at any sense of decency in Steve. Not that he even really minds that much.
The pace has picked up just a bit because he's getting a full front view of Tony at this angle. Well half of her anyways. He didn't have a chance earlier when she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Now he can see her and it's driving him nuts. There's a small part of him that wants to see if he can put her on paper, but asking would be hard. Tony can be difficult and Clint has made sure to inform Steve of the Titanic. The minute he learned Steve could draw he pulled out the "draw me like one of your french girls" line and then had to explain it to Steve.
His head drooped just enough and he kissed her slowly. His tongue slid out and into her mouth. His hips moved a little harder and quicker when he deepened the kiss. ]
[ The thing with the reactor is decidedly personal in a way Tony likes to pretend it isn't. It's not really about the tech (or the violating part of it; it's just, it's whatever) — it's that sense of physical weakness too, the skin where flesh meets metal sensitive beyond hell, and that's the last thing Tony Stark will ever buy into. (Nobody's called her weak since she made her first missile and put on her second pair of louboutins.)
Steve makes allowances, shifts above her as she knew he would; he sinks into her a little more, a little deeper, a little faster, and the sound she makes, the expression on her face, it's all because of him. Her hips rock back against his thrusts, or at least try to; another moan dies in the back of her throat when he dips in to kiss her, the kiss a little sweet and a lot messy, her hand tightening in his hair. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ She gasps it out, one hand falling with a loud bang against the floor as she scrabbles, eventually reaching up to sink her nails into his back. (When Captain America tries to fuck you into the floor?
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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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When she comes Steve has to take a moment to steady himself. The sounds that come from her are amazing and he's never really been privy to when it comes to women. He's not sure why, but he could probably back and just listen to her to get there. There's something incredibly smooth about Tony's voice even when she's losing control like this. It's hard for him not to notice and enjoy it in this context. When she was yelling at him for no reason then it sort of didn't have the same hold.
He breathed out a sigh and held his fingers inside of her for just a moment longer after she finished. Finally he slipped them out and cleaned them on the bottom of his shirt. His head pulled back and he actually smiled because he had just made Tony Stark do that. It was one of those moments that you tended to remember for good. He was finally able to take in the state of her and it had him biting down on his bottom lip.
Steve tilted his head and swallowed the lump in his throat. ] I think I'm good now. [ Could be interpreted multiple ways, but it was just Steve informing her that he had "bounced back" finally. ]
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Ground rules. If I need to breathe, I'm going tap you twice on the hip. Don't stop until I do that, okay? It's hotter for me if I can't— [ And then she's distracted, because if Steve looks like a fucking ken doll, his dick looks like. Like a marble statue of a dick. If they weren't, like, so small or something. God, Tony could make a silicone model of his dick and it would sell like wildfire. Except for the part where it might give her jawache. ] —oh my god I'm gonna fucking enjoy this.
[ She starts out with small licks to the head, one hand at his thigh and the other gripping the base of him. Her tongue swirls for a couple moments, like she's cleaning him off, thorough and flicking hard just at the tip, her hand stroking slowly.
And then, because it's Tony, there's absolutely no warning at all before she takes him — well, most of him, into her mouth to the back of her throat, calmly breathing through her nose. ]
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She was seriously about the face fucking that she mentioned before. He didn't think that was going to be a thing, but he'd try it out. He was a little nervous about hurting her, but he'd have to remember to take it easy. He could actually really hurt her if he got lost in the moment and just started thrusting forward. He didn't want to really ruin this moment because he got a little overzealous with everything.
He was about to say something when she commented on enjoying this, but she kind of cut him off. She already moved in on him. His toes curled just a bit when her tongue darted out over his cock. He shuddered for a moment when her tongue started to swirl. This had never been done for Steve and it was kind of surprising how much he realized he was missing.
Steve's hips bucked forward when she took him in. He couldn't stop or control it. He bent forward to put a hand on her head. Fingers dug into her dark locks and held on tightly. It was amazing how all the niceness could go out the window when things got this charged. He couldn't even think of being nice. ] Yes. God. Shit. [ Yep. She was ruining Captain America. ] Keep going.
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She relaxes enough to try and take a little more of him. Tony makes the occasional noise, like a splutter or like she just can't breathe, but unlike Afghanistan all this breathplay is on her terms — part of her kind of wishes he'd actually pull on her hair.
And it's a good thing Tony's a champion at sucking cock, otherwise she might clue onto the fact that he's actually never done this before. She moans a little at the way he swears (god, that probably makes her really obvious) and looks up at him through her lashes, directly into his eyes.
(There is no nice way to say please fuck my face to Captain America.) ]
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Steve isn't too sure on the things he can and can't do while he's engaged with this. He's never been on the receiving end, but his hand is currently tangled in her hair. Not pulling, but it's holding on tightly. It's the only place where he can get a hand hold and to be honest he's not sure what to even do with his hands. It's not like they make manuals on this stuff. Maybe on positions and things like that, but certainly not on where the hell you put your hands when getting a blowjob.
His other hand joined the first and they both dig into her hair. He's pulling her into his face now because he really has no control over his hands right now or his hips. His left pulled up hard, but kept hold of her hair. He pulled her hair, but it wasn't really an intentional thought out thing. It wasn't something he thought needed to be done. It sort of just happened as his hips lifted off of the wall sharply. He was starting to see the appeal of this.
Breathing had become hard. His was getting a little heavy and strained. He was moaning a lot louder now and he didn't really care how silly it sounded. She was killing him with her mouth. ] Tony, don't--stop. God you feel so good. [ The word came out stressed as she hit a particularly sweet spot with him. ] Fu--ck. Yes. [ Steve never imagined himself as a guy who cursed during sex, but there was a first time for everything. Besides these were new sensations. They were shocking and Steve was still adjusting. ]
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She's not superhuman though. She has to tap out eventually, two quick hits against his hip before she completely pulls away, gasping for air and her lips swollen and shiny with spit. Her breathing comes labored, heavy, and her mascara is starting to get ruined. The reason she stops only has half to do with the fact that she was kneeling on hardwood floors. ]
I fucking love sucking your cock, we should make that clear, but if you don't fuck me on the floor right now I'm going to explode.
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Steve would be happy to do that one. He had never done that with someone, but he hadn't done any of the stuff they just did. He was plenty excited to try this one too. He didn't waste much time in the removing of his t-shirt. He kicked his shoes off and then his pants and boxers followed them across the room. He dropped down onto his knees and slid over her body with his own. He could have just as easily carried on and pretended like he had minor experience in this, but he decided against it. He wanted her to know that instruction would not be ignored in this case.
He swallowed hard and bent his head around to whisper in her ear. Somehow whispering this felt better than saying it out loud to the world. ] I haven't--done--just tell me what has to change. [ It was almost like he was scared she'd laugh in his face because he only let a few seconds pass before he leaned in to kiss her hard on the mouth. His hand was already between their bodies holding his cock. He took the opportunity while she was busy with the kiss to slide inside of her slowly. He wanted to take that part easy. He was already crazy sensitive from the blowjob before. ]
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—wait, what? ]
Wait— [ She pulls away from him, breaks the kiss and presses a hand against his chest to stop him, even though his cock is right there and. Look, Tony Stark, she's trying to be responsible. God, is he being serious? ]
—are you serious?
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He swallowed hard and just nodded his head to answer it. He's award that he owes her an explanation of sorts, but he's not sure of how to actually start it. Because she's still wrapped around half of him and what she just did is fresh on his mind. ] Women weren't lining up to have sex with the small kid with asthma, Tony. After the serum I was busy with the war. Is it okay that I haven't--? I know the basics, but--a few nudges in the right direction is all I'll probably need. [ Because he's suddenly become hyper aware that maybe she doesn't want to fuck the virgin guy who has too many morals and outdated ideas about things. Though there was nothing outdated about all the things they had just done. ]
If I can't get you there--there's always my fingers. [ Sort of a joke. Sort of. ]
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Why the fuck would you not tell me?
[ She groans. Tony's lucky there's the corner of a persian rug right underneath her head or that might have hurt. Captain America is a virgin. Oh, god. She deep-throated Steve Rogers after talking dirty to him. But— right, no, Steve, don't look like that. ] Hey, Steve, no, don't go anywhere. [ She even clicks her fingers in-front of his face for good measure, tightening the leg that's thrown over his waist. ] Look, I just- You don't really like me. And I know sex is great, trust me, it's great, 'cause what we did was great, but are you sure you wanna—
—make me the first choice?
[ She's not looking for a sweeping declaration or anything, but she knows Steve at least believes in romance. Tony, not so much. ]
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He doesn't even register the hit or anything beyond the words coming out of her mouth. It's not something that Steve broadcasts to the whole world honestly. It's hard enough not understanding this world he was thrust into. ] Because it's kinda embarrassing sometimes. I figured you'd laugh. [ She might have laughed if they weren't currently engaged in an act like this. She most definitely would have if he wasn't half inside of her.
She's trying to keep him grounded, but he can't help where his mind goes. Steve's still having trouble with the idea that women might somehow find him attractive. He nearly flailed every time a woman came near him during his USO tours. ] Because why not? Because as much as you yell at me that you're not my friend--you kinda are and I know you'll be semi okay with my lack of experience.
Also I may not like you in the way that you're saying, but I like you as a person. And dammit if you aren't really pretty right now. [ He pulled a straight face finally tilted his head. ] Now--are you gonna finish what we started or do I gotta go help myself in my quarters?
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Guys have said stranger things to her in an effort to get laid. But Steve, for some reason, with all his fumbling and his we're totally friends or whatever gets her to smile lazily, a hand shifting up to thread through his hair. ]
You think I'm pretty.
[ She kind of says it like a win, honestly. It must be a win, 'cause the next thing Tony does is cant her hips upwards, encouraging him with the press of her foot against his lower back. ]
I'll tell you when to touch me, just— just move, Steve.
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Tony's moved her hips though and her heel digs into his back. He's pushed down further and deeper into her. He can't help the hiss that escaped though. She provoked it. He had a split second to nod and then he was pushing inside of her the rest of the way. The sensation was different than the mouth and much different than the way his fabric rubbed against him. None of this is at all familiar and he doesn't care. It's making his toes curl his nails dig into ground underneath him. There is really no leverage from this position, but he'll find it. He has to. Even if he has to put holes in her floor, but that might be too drastic and she'd surely complain.
His lips moved onto her neck and he nipped and sucked. His hips were slow in an attempt to keep himself under control for just a little bit longer. He'd be coming first and it didn't matter. Sex wasn't a science. It was basically just what felt good right? This felt good. Scratch that. It felt amazing. It also helped that he could feel her breasts rubbing against the bare skin of his chest now. ]
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Weirdly enough — Tony's not big on the eye-contact thing, even less on the slow and steady wins the race thing — it's not really that bad. Virgin. Right. But virgin with the awesome refractory period? Way better. She keeps making these high-pitched noises, a little filthy and sometimes on the end of a hiccup when his mouth is hot against her neck, her skin, lighting her up from the inside out. It's good that Tony likes adrenaline and heights and fighting, otherwise sex would be her vice of choice — and it was, before Afghanistan. That and heroin, anyway.
It's a smooth push in, and it's that feeling of being stretched open, thick and solid and already Tony's trying not to move. She's about to stuff a knuckle into her own mouth so she won't say something that sounds a lot like begging, but then she flinches a little, her hand at his chest again. ]
Hey, Steve? Put your weight on your elbows a little— [ It doesn't hurt, but it's- a thing, with the arc reactor in her chest. ] —too close and my nightlight gets a little uncomfortable.
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Sometimes he's a little curious about how much it's plugged into her. He knows the basics, but he's gonna have to ask her later about it. She probably won't answer. She might make jokes, but his curiosity will be genuine. He wants to know.
If he thought listening to her during him finger fucking her was good he was sadly mistaken because this was much better. He's very much aware that his cock is responsible for this. He's inside of her. He's filling her and having a good time doing it as well. He can see her face a little better now and somehow watching it contort like this is doing something to Steve. It's chipping away at any sense of decency in Steve. Not that he even really minds that much.
The pace has picked up just a bit because he's getting a full front view of Tony at this angle. Well half of her anyways. He didn't have a chance earlier when she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Now he can see her and it's driving him nuts. There's a small part of him that wants to see if he can put her on paper, but asking would be hard. Tony can be difficult and Clint has made sure to inform Steve of the Titanic. The minute he learned Steve could draw he pulled out the "draw me like one of your french girls" line and then had to explain it to Steve.
His head drooped just enough and he kissed her slowly. His tongue slid out and into her mouth. His hips moved a little harder and quicker when he deepened the kiss. ]
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Steve makes allowances, shifts above her as she knew he would; he sinks into her a little more, a little deeper, a little faster, and the sound she makes, the expression on her face, it's all because of him. Her hips rock back against his thrusts, or at least try to; another moan dies in the back of her throat when he dips in to kiss her, the kiss a little sweet and a lot messy, her hand tightening in his hair. ]
Oh, fuck—
[ She gasps it out, one hand falling with a loud bang against the floor as she scrabbles, eventually reaching up to sink her nails into his back. (When Captain America tries to fuck you into the floor?
You better believe he's trying.) ]
—fuck me harder, I won't break, Steve, shit.