Zero's Journal

from the marvel_kink meme
She'd always known exactly how difficult seeing Tony on any kind of a serious basis would be, but this, she wasn't prepared for this in the slightest. It didn't make the idea any less attractive, after all, Steve was definitely gorgeous, and he had the right amount of nervousness about the whole prospect to be completely charming, but in a vastly different way than Tony could ever hope to be.

"Are you--?" Pepper cut him off with a kiss, throwing her arms around his neck, her hands linking behind his head. She had to pop up onto her toes to kiss him at all, Steve seemed impossibly tall, even in her best heels. Tony stood at the bar, swirling the glass in his hand, watching the little whirlpool of scotch go 'round and 'round. When Pepper pulled away, Steve's befuddled look was so sweet she wanted to cuddle him for a little bit before mauling him. He glanced to Tony, who simply nodded, raising his glass. What Pepper wanted, Pepper got, and the set of her jaw and the look on her face showed Tony exactly how much she liked the idea of Steve's hands on her body.

Steve lifted her into his arms, cradling her like a starlet in a '30's epic, and carried her to the couch. The dress came free of her body with a simple tug, slithering to the floor in a cascade of silk. Pepper was bare beneath it. Steve's breath caught in his throat. She smiled, and guided his hand to her breast. His fingertips were callused, rougher than Tony's, who'd never seen an honest day's work in his life. It sent a shiver through her, and she looked back at him as he sat at the bar, watching them now. He met her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Hers raised back at him as Steve's palm slid over her breast, coaxing the pale and rose-colored nipple to full hardness. She gulped back the soft little sigh of pleasure as his lips met her neck.

Steve still hadn't gotten used to women having no hair between their thighs. He supposed it was one of the things that would continue to mystify him, but he didn't waste time dwelling on it, not with Pepper opening his jeans with deft and agressive movements of her long-fingered hand. She slid those fingers inside, brushing over the base of his cock, before drawing him out, into open air. He wasn't as long as Tony, but God was he thick. Her hand would barely close around him, and she stroked him as he sucked at her neck. When she slid her leg over his hip and poised herself above him, he looked up, meeting her eyes for a second before she closed them. Then he was inside her, and she was hot, and she was tight, and he felt like he might explode instantly. His eyes opened, and he met Tony's eyes, Tony watching, one hand sliding over the bulge hidden by his thousand dollar slacks, watching his assistant-slash-girlfriend beginning to ride his best friend. It was definitely one of the strangest nights he had ever spent that didn't, in some way, involve the shield and costume.

Pepper took a moment to get used to Steve's girth, her hands on his shoulders, her back arched, her eyes closed. She was always the type of girl who closed her eyes at the moment of penetration, an almost sacrosanct act to her, one that she had to enjoy in her own kind of privacy. Then she was moving atop him, feeling the faint burn of herself stretching to accomodate him with every shift and resettling of her hips. She knew Tony was there, watching, could feel his eyes sliding over the pale curves of her hips, could feel his stare. She imagined that he wouldn't be able to control himself, that he'd have to come and join her. Join them.

She imagined right. After long moments, she heard the glass set itself on the table next to the couch, and felt Tony's hand on her shoulder. Steve tensed below her, and she nodded, leaning back into his touch, turning to mouth his fingertip as it traced her lower lip. Then Tony's hand were spreading her open, pulling the creamy white cheeks of her ass wide. She felt his cock, slickened with his spit, pressing against her entrance, and she gasped, biting his fingertip.

"Try and relax," Tony murmured softly as he began to press into her, past that bundle of nerves and ring of muscle, entering her slowly. Pepper thought perhaps that was for Steve's benefit more than hers, and closed her eyes again, her body pressing down on Steve's, breasts flattened against the hard planes of his muscles, missing completely the look exchanged by Steve and Tony as they began to alternate thrusts, setting of sparks of liquid fire within her.

It was difficult dating Tony Stark. But the perks, oh they were the best part of the job.

Current Mood: calm

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