𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

The dress "!"

Wanda dragged you and Nat out to go shopping once she found out you all had the night off, insisting on going to the club and picking out the sluttiest outfits possible. You knew better so picked something a bit more modest, but still slutty enough to satisfy the girls.

Looking in the mirror, you admire your appearance. The cut-out on the front of the was your favorite part, it showed enough cleavage without being overly revealing. You turn around and huff as you pull the dress down, it was on the shorter side but Nat insisted on getting it anyways.

Grabbing your mini bag, you made your way out of the bedroom and into the living room. Tony was nowhere to be seen so you made your way down to his lab, knowing you'd find him there. You quickly sent the girls a text letting them know you'd be on your way soon as you pushed the glass door open.

"Tony?" You scanned the room, looking for your boyfriend.

"Right here." He says, turning the corner.

He looked delicious, the black tank top he wore showed off his strong arms as the arc reactor glowed through the thin fabric. Taking his glasses off, he rakes his eyes down your figure, not caring about being subtle. You did a small spin so he could see the whole dress, noticing how his eyes darken.

"Uh uh," he says. You give him a confused look, not understanding what he means. "You're not going out dressed like that." Grabbing his wrench, he gets back to whatever he was doing.

"What?" There was no way in hell you weren't going out tonight. "Tony, I spent all night getting ready!" you whine

"Tough luck, I don't anyone else seeing what's mine."

"I'm going out, you don't own me." you spit out, getting ready to make your way back upstairs.

In the blink of an eye, he dropped the wrench and had his rough hand wrapped around your throat. He starts to take steps forward making you take steps backward until your back meets the cool glass of the door, making you tilt your head up to look into his eyes.

"But that's where your wrong baby, I do own you. Do you need a reminder?" He says sternly, squeezing your throat more, causing you to gasp as he slots his thigh in between your legs. His words go straight to your cunt, ruining your panties.

He pulls out a small pocket knife from his back pocket, slowly running the tip of the blade up your inner thigh, stomach, and sternum, before swiftly slicing through your dress. Your mouth drops as you watch the torn fabric fall to the ground, eyebrows furrowing in anger.

"What a shame, can't go out now huh?" he says, using the grip on your throat to push your body down, pressing your clothed cunt to his thigh. You moan when you feel his leg flex, unconsciously moving your hips to grind on his thigh.

He leans forward and lets his lips hover on yours, running the tip of his tongue over your bottom lip. You open your mouth and capture his tongue, sucking on it. He groans and smashes his lips against yours, the kiss is urgent and messy. Releasing your throat, he threads his fingers through your hair and turns you around, face against the glass, and rips your panties the same way he did your dress.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, the stinging makes your eyes roll back, loving how good it hurts. He repeats the action two more times, tracing the now swollen handprint with his finger. Kicking your legs apart, he runs two of his fingers through your wet folds.

"What a dirty little slut, d'you like getting spanked?" you feel him teasing your entrance, bringing his fingers up to your clit before circling back around, refusing to give you what you so desperately want.

"Tony, please." you breathe out, wriggling your hips to try and follow his movements.

"So needy, where did all that attitude you had go?" he says as he plunges two fingers into your cunt, feeling how you instant clench, standing on your tiptoes at the intrusion.

His movements are slow, pushing them all the way in and pulling them out lazily. Unweaving his hand from your hair, he brings it to your front, pinching your sensitive nipples. You throw your head back, arching into his touch as he trails his hand lower until he meets your swollen clit.

He speeds up, synchronizing his fingers thrusting in and out of you with his movements on your clit. Your toes curl as you feel your orgasm building up, taking over your whole body until Tony stops and pulls away from you.

"Turn around and you'll have to finish the job yourself," he warns.

You do as he says and stay facing the glass. You watch his reflection on the glass door, undoing his belt and zipper to take his pants off, kicking them to the side. Spitting onto his palm to stroke himself, relieving some of the pressure as he throws his head back.

He sees you watching him and maintains eye contact when he steps close to you, using the tip of his cock to rub your clit, making you jump at how sensitive you are. He circles your entrance before pushing his tip in and out of you.

"Tony, no more teasing. I can't take it anymore," you whine, trying to push back on him

He wraps his hands around your throat, tilting your head back so he can watch your face as he sinks into you. Your mouth falls open as you stretch around him, not giving you any time to accommodate his size, he starts to roughly thrust into you.

You scream out, hands planted against the glass to keep you up as he fucks you. Having your previous orgasm denied makes this one build up faster, feeling your knees beginning to give out as the feeling starts to take over your body again.

"Who else can make this tight cunt cum so fast? Who do you belong to?" he asks, continuing his assault on your sore cunt. You refuse to answer him, not wanting him to win.

Tony feels the familiar feeling of squeezing around him, so just like last time, he pulls out completely when you fail to give him an answer.

"What the fuck!" you yell, feeling his hands on your hips to turn you around and placing them on the backs of your thighs, lifting you off the ground to push you up against the glass. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he sinks into you again.

"Is my poor baby crying?" he mocks, watching how your eyes fill with tears, smudging your eyeliner and running down your cheeks at the feeling of your orgasm benign taken away again.

"I need, please. Baby, I can't." you sound incoherent, not sure what you're asking for exactly.

"I'll give you what you want pretty girl, just answer the question. Who do you belong to? Who fucks this pretty little pussy until you cry?" He starts to drop you on his cock, reaching deep inside you with every thrust.

"Y-You do. You own me." you choke out. Tears flow down your cheeks at the painful pressure deep in your belly.

"Good girl." He groans and brings one of his hands to play with your clit, making you flinch at how overstimulated you are.

"Can I c-cum? Please?" you whine, the line between pleasure and pain starting to blur.

"Go on, make a mess on my cock." His words are the only encouragement you need to cum.

You dig your nails into his biceps as your orgasm washes over you, making your legs shake, moaning out gibberish as the feeling intensifies with his continuous thrusts. Your release feels like it lasts forever, aftershocks causing your body to spasm.

Feeling your walls pulse around him is all he needs to cum, dropping his head on your shoulders as he releases inside you. Purposely clenching around him, milking him to get every last drop.

He slowly pulls out of you, grimacing when he hears you hiss at the feeling. Unwrapping your legs from his waist as he sets you down, your knees buckles when your feet hit the floor so Tony keeps his hand on your hips to keep you up. He looks in between your legs and watches how the mixture of your releases starts to make its way down your thighs.

"Well, looks like you definitely can't go out tonight." He smirks as you smack his chest.