tony stark imagines

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥*

tony stark x reader (lotta smut)
warning: slight dom/sub theme
via patheticallysentimental on tumblr

he hadn't even initiated it. not the first time, anyway.

you had been perched on his lap, his fingers tight in your hair. sharp pulls of pain as he lost himself in the kiss.

he was always so rough with his kisses. biting and nipping. tilting your head to the side like your purpose was to merely accommodate him, like a doll. curling his tongue against yours and tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth when he needed a moment to breathe. his eyes were always wild in those moments, so dark it was hard to distinguish between anger and lust.

tony had always liked to be in control - brazenly so. he liked to push you around, use your body as he pleased. hold you down and play with your reactions until you lost all composure. that had always been his goal; to watch your mask fall away. turn you into a vulnerable mess.

you thought that was how it would always be, not that you had any complaints. it was a rush to hand over your trust so completely. to have it tested and pushed when his hand wrapped around your neck. when the pain would press against the line of too much.

he had never hinted that he wanted you to fight back. had never goaded or taunted. he would cool you down with soft kisses afterward, lick at your raw cunt so gently and softly, whisper his praises into your flushed skin.

so that first time it happened, well... it was almost jarring. it was so new.

he had been hurriedly unbuttoning your shirt, fingers focused on your front as your silky skin came into view. you were straddling his thighs as he sat back on the couch, the movie you had been watching long forgotten. you had sunk your teeth into his neck, not giving a second thought as you bit hard into his hot skin, caught up in the moment of rush. the taste of salt and smell of expensive cologne.

and just like that. his whole body had sagged.

neck tilted painfully to the side in submission, exposing his jugular with a peaceful close of his eyes. his hands had loosened on your front. mouth parted as he gasped softly.

it hadn't been discussed afterward, not that you'd expected him to talk about it. tony was a more show don't tell communicator.

but you'd figured it out fairly quickly. it wasn't just the biting.

"look at you." your voice was part tease, part awestruck as he held his arms against the mattress over his head. just like you'd asked. lean muscle pulling taught near his armpits. "so good for me, aren't you, sweetheart?"