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SECRET RELATIONSHIP
To say that Tony Stark didn't know how to love would be the least believable lie.
In fact, Tony does love. He loves a young woman: you.
Ever since he met you the day you reunited with your sister, Natasha, Tony couldn't stop thinking about you.
He, obviously, flirted with you, charmed you, and was practically your dream man.
You didn't deny the fact that Tony was a great guy to you, and he was cute, for his age.
One day, during a party, you and he snuck out to have a bit of fun.
Tony pushed you against the wall of his room, his lips attacking your neck as he reached over to unzip your dress.
You tilt your head for him, closing your eyes as you let out shaky breaths, unbuttoning his shirt quickly.
He let your dress fall, his eyes trailing down your body. All you had left was black lingerie, and it drove the man nuts.
"Like what you see, Stark?" You breathed out with a smug look on your face and he looks at you, chuckling.
"Always."
Once the two of you were already nude, clothes thrown across the room, you felt Tony's hand reach your womanhood. You let out a shaky breath, bucking your hips up.
You felt two fingers starting to rub your clit and you let out a soft noise of content, your hands on his shoulders.
Your hips stayed bucked for Tony as he rubbed circles on your clit, grinning when he heard your soft moans. He kept rubbing you for a few minutes, getting you all ready for him to fuck the shit out of you.
He then pulled his hand away, leaving you whimpering a bit. Lifting you up by your thighs, he walked to the bed, laying you down and hovered over you.
He kept your legs opened, pumping his member to become erect. You reach over for under the pillow and take out a condom. Tony was always prepared.
You open it and sat up to place the condom over his dick, him watching you. You lay down, smirking at him.
His hand ran down your thigh and to the back of your knee, lifting your leg up and placed it over your shoulder.
He teased you with the tip sliding in your entrance but pulling back. You whined a bit, hands on his shoulders.
"Please." You whimper, bucking your hips up.
He chuckles. "Only because you said please." He said before slamming into you, groaning in pleasure as you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His hips started to rut back and forth as his member slid in and out of you, leaving you moaning.
He leaned down a bit, his tongue flicking your nipple, and you arch your back, moaning. He started to suck on your nipple, biting it ever so gently and pulling on it. One hand kept him propped up as the other squeezed your other breast. He kept thrusting, groaning and moaning against your beast as you moaned, tugging on his hair with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other.
He then did the same to your other breast, picking up his pace.
"Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Tony!" You moaned out as he kept thrusting, making the bed creak and the bed rest hitting the wall.
He let out another groan, practically pounding into you. Your hand reached down to rub your clit as he pounded, both of you letting out cuss words and moans.
You felt your climax rising, Tony's thrusting becoming sloppy.
"Fuck." He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Cum, baby."
You both orgasmed at the same time, leaving you moaning in pleasure as you squirmed, arching your back and bucking your hips up and down, Tony shaking.
He laid on top of you gently, panting. You smile down at him, running your fingers through his hair.
"Promise me Natasha won't know anything about this, Tony."
