Marvel Smut and Imagines

Mine (Tony Stark)

"Peter! Someone's gonna catch us," you hiss. Peter smiles and and plants another kiss to your neck. "Peter," you mumble, pushing meekly against his chest.

"The only one here is Mr. Stark. Be quiet and it'll be fine," he whispers. He pulls you against his hard chest, nibbling that sweet spot below your ear. Your lips part and yours eyes close.

"Peter. We shouldn't," you whisper, somewhat enjoying the sensations he was making you feel. Peter pulled back and you knew he left a mark. Your hand touched the spot and you gasped. "How am I gonna hide this?" You hiss. Peter shrugs before pulling you into a kiss.

"I need you," he whispers. You shutter and nod.

"Take me then." Peter grins and pushes you against the wall. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs against his waist.

"Pete! Have you seen-. What the hell!?" Tony's voice echos against the walls, making you shrink against Peter.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter gasps, forcing you to drop your legs from his waist. Tony stares at you, his face a blank slate.

"Y/N. I need you," he pauses to look at Peter. "Now." You nod and hurry to his side. Tony says goodbye to Peter before dragging out into the hall. He pins against a wall, eyes blazing. You swallow hard, bracing for your punishment. His eyes find the purple bruise Peter left on you. His hands grip your shoulders tightly.

"I'm sorry Tony. It just escalated quickly and I felt like I needed him," you explain. Tony smashes his lips against yours, his mouth working with yours perfectly. He pulls back, eyes dark.

"Go to my room. Now," he whispers against your ear. You nod and quickly hurry to his room. You close the door behind you and sit on the bed. The door opens and he steps in. Lewd thoughts fill your head at all the things Tony could do to you. "You've been a bad girl," he says, walking over to you. You nod and don't meet his gaze.

"I know," you reply. His hand forces your head up so you stare at him.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" He whispers, kneeling down.

"They get punished," you whisper, breath catching as he pushes the fabric of your dress up.

"What?" He murmurs, slowly pulling your underwear down.

"They get punished Mr. Stark," you murmur, legs twitching in anticipation.

"That's right," he whispers, head disappearing under your dress. You felt his soft lips against your lips and your breath caught.

"What's my punishment?" You whisper. His tongue flicked out against your clit, making you whimper slightly.

"You'll see," he replies, licking between your lips. You gasp and throw your head back. His tongue begins to work fast, darting in and out, hitting all the right spots. Your hand pressed his head harder against you and you felt him laugh softly. He nibbled softly on your clit, and he slipped a finger into your entrance. You gasp and fall back onto your mattress. His finger pumps in and out of you quickly, tongue still playing with your clit. Your hips begin to rotate to the rhythm of his finger, bringing more pleasure to your body. He slides another finger in and increases his pace. Moans begin to leave your mouth and your hips feel like they're moving on their own. They rotate and roll in nearly perfect sync with Tony's tongue and fingers.

Your core begins to tighten and your moans slowly become louder and louder. Tony pulls back to stare at you. "You're punishment is to scream so loud that everyone knows you belong to me," he slowly begins to crawl up your body. "I want Peter, Steve, Wanda, everyone to know what's happening and who's making you feel this way." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. "I especially want Parker to know that he can never make you feel the ways I make you feel. And if he tries, well, he can't." He presses a hard kiss to your lips and your hands work on pulling his shirt over his head. He pulls back, working on taking his pants off. Soon, he's naked in front of you and begins to pull your dress off. He throws it across the room and pulls your bodies together. His muscular chest against yours brought tingles to your body.

"Fuck me Tony," you whisper, pulling him close. His hands run up and down your body, taking in every fiber of your being. He pulls back, taking out a condom and rolling it into place. Then, he flips you over, him on bottom and you on top.

"Ride me. And remember," he pauses to groan as you slowly sit down on him and you  bury him completely in you. "Fuck, you're mine," he hisses, fingers gripping tightly on your hips. You nod and slowly begin to move up and down. He hisses and throws his head back and you begin to increase your speed. Your begin to moan, forcing them to be louder them usual. Your speed increases and soon the room is filled with skin slapping against skin and moans. Your nails sink into his chest and your moans turn into screams. You rub at your clit, making you scream louder. Tony begins to trust up into you, increasing your pleasure. "Who's are you?" Tony hisses. Your lip trembles as you try to form words.

"Yours," You pant, pressure staring to build in your core.

"Who can only make you fill this way?" You pant and try to force your brain to work through the pleasure.

"You. Mr. Stark," you moan. Tony hisses and thrusts up into you.

"That's right." All thoughts of Peter left your brain, the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure Tony was making you feel.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," you scream. You were certain Peter could hear you. Your screams were probably echoing through the tower. The pressure building was beginning to become too much. Your screams became louder and your pace began to slow. Tony was staring to do all the work as you began to chase your high. Your nails dug harder into his chest. Your legs shook and Tony seemed to sense you were close.

"Wait. Wait for me," he demanded. You moaned in response, unable to talk through the pleasure. Your hand worked fast at your clit and you began to feel Tony begin to twitch. "Give it to me," Tony gasped. You nodded and clenched around him. Tony hissed and upshot into you. A string of profanities left your lips and white spots dotted your vision. You were dimly aware of Tony hitting his high but you could only focus on the waves of pleasure coursing through you. You came down from your high, a panting mess.

"You. Are. Mine." Tony growled. You nodded and shakily climbed off. Your legs shook and you laid down beside Tony. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

"Yours," you murmured.