A/N: It's becoming a problem, how I keep starting stories. But two of the four I have going aren't story based and so I feel like it's okay. Each chapter of Birds of a Feather and Love Birds is its own story so I tell myself I only have two stories and then two add-to-whenevers. But here I am, starting a new story that's kind of a mixture of the two.

This one is going to be smutty and dirty and definitely NSFW so read at your own risk. It's also going to be semi related, taking part in the same universe but not one chapter coming right after the last one in the storyline.

This also isn't DC, but Marvel. I've been absolutely obsessed with the first Iron Man movie, watching it practically on repeat. I wish Disney+ would tell me how many times I watched something because this movie has got to be nearing 30 in the past two weeks. I have the whole thing memorized. It's sad.

I was obsessed with Raven and Robin from Teen Titans before anything else but Tony and Pepper from Iron Man were hot on Rae and Rob's heels and then Batman and Wonder Woman came after that.

One more thing, they will also be slight OC in this one just because I can.

Thx!

AMM

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own anything from the Marvel Universe. If I did, I would've watched the movies after Civil War since that was the last brand new Marvel movie I watched (so that means no Infinity War or Endgame, etc (*barf*))

~Pepper's POV~

Having been with Tony for nearly six months now, and working for him much longer then that, I've come to the realization that Tony doesn't know what it means to be at someone's mercy willingly. Though I tell him to do things and he's gotten better at listening, Tony still knows that he's the boss. I may be CEO of Stark Industries, but Tony still has a lot of power there, enough to sway things in his favor should he put his mind to it. When I first started, Tony did anything and everything he please and to this day, he still does for the most part. But there are times where I put my foot down and he always backs down immediately, almost afraid of something.

Tony's the more dominating personality between the two of us, whether it's at work, lounging at home, messing around in bed, he's always in charge. He may let me be on top occasionally or do things my way, but with a snap of his fingers, that all could change and he could take back over just as quickly as he relinquished the control.

It's Friday night, date night, and Tony's been down in the shop tinkering for most of the day. He was down there when I left this morning and was down there when I got home.

"Tony, come upstairs, I haven't seen you today." I call down the stairs before heading to the kitchen, dropping my bags off on the counter before getting a couple of wine glasses down. Tony's not much of a wine drinker but will amuse me if I beg enough. But I'm not feeling like begging tonight.

"Tony!" I call once more before sighing and rolling my eyes. "Jarvis?" I ask and the AI knows of the unasked request.

"He's underneath one of the cars, Miss Potts, and cannot hear you."

"Been there all day?"

"He's been very restless and has jumped between numerous projects. This is his fourth time under the car."

"Thank you, Jarvis." I kick off my heels and scoop them up, skipping up the stairs to change out of my blouse and skirt. I eye myself in the mirror when I'm down to my purple bra and matching panties. I turn around and look over my shoulder, pleased with what I see. I slip into the closet and pull one of Tony's button downs off a hanger, slipping it on and doing up a couple of buttons before slipping out of the bedroom and head down the stairs to the workshop.

Sure enough, as I reach the glass doors, Tony's lower half can be seen from underneath one of his many cars, his leg propped up and bouncing anxiously. Either he's nervous over something, which I doubt, or he's horny and unwilling to do something about it by himself, and that's far more likely. I approach his stereo and slowly turn the music down until Tony grunts from under the car and begins to roll out. I move back to the base of the stairs and tilt my head at him, smirking seductively as he sits up to look around and figure out where his music went, eyes stopping as soon as they land on me. They widen almost comically as he stands, appraising my appearance as he slowly walks towards me, eyebrow cocked and a smirk of his own firmly in place.

"Good evening, Miss Potts." He greets as he stops in front of me, hands reaching for my hips and mouth leaning forward to kiss me but I place a finger to his lips to stop him and take a step back away from his hands.

His smirk disappears and his eyebrows fall to a frown as he considers me, stepping back himself while his hands fall to his sides.

"Follow me," I tell him, turning on my heel and sauntering up the stairs. It takes a moment before I hear him begin taking stairs, two at a time from behind me. I hold a hand out once we reach the living room and he stops, still looking confused as I quickly grab a chair from the dining room. His eyes spark as he watches me carry it out into the center of the room.

"Shoes off," I demand and he quickly slips out of them, leaning over to peel his socks off too before standing straight and looking at me eagerly, excited for what I might have planned. I prance up to him, trailing my fingers over his chest, across his shoulders, around the arc. Tony used to be incredibly self-conscious of his life saving miracle when we first got together, even before then, but after assuring him that I admired the piece of technology, as long as it wasn't killing him, he slowly became more and more comfortable with me looking at him without his shirt on, the blue glow of the arc shining into the normally dark room. I'm even allowed to touch the sensitive skin around it ever so often.

My fingers trail to the hem of his shirt and I bring it up and over his head, tossing it aside before moving to undo his belt buckle.

"Moving a little fast, here, aren't we honey?" he questions but I ignore him, and pull his belt from its loops and quickly undo the button and zip to his pants before giving them a good shove to send them down to pool at his feet. He steps out of them and kicks them aside, looking at me for instructions, understanding that I want to lead. But he doesn't seem to understand that not only am I leading, I'm ruling, I'm enforcing, I'm in charge and he will not be able to snap his fingers and change that.

I push his shoulders and he sits in the chair, his erection lying eagerly against his stomach as he looks up at me with dark eyes.

"Stay," I order before walking to the couch and pulling a chord from behind the piece of furniture.

"Wha-"

"Quiet, Stark," I order and he stares at me, jaw dropped as I quickly walk to him and tie his hands together behind his back. He shakes off the shock as I weave the rope around the legs of the chair so he can't stand of slip free.

"Pep, what's going on? What are you doing? Where'd you learn to tie a knot like that?" He asks over his shoulder, barely able to see what my hands are doing.

"What'd I tell you?" I growl in his ear as I finish my knots. I watch as Tony swallows hard, his eyes following me as I come back around to his front.

"You can't always be in control, Tony." I comment as I drop to my knees in front of him. His breathing picks up as he watches my every move. I pop open the buttons of his shirt, revealing the matching lace set. Tony groans deep in his throat with appreciation as I spit in my hand, reaching forward to wrap my hand around his stiff dick. His eyes fall to my hand, watching as slowly begin to pump my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing at his tip as I've learned he likes. My other hand rests on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath my hand.

I vary my speed and he releases another groan, getting lost in the feeling as his legs spread a little further to grant me more room.

"Pep, ah," he moans, head tipping back as I pull my hand from him, not letting him enjoy this too much. His head tips back up and glares down at me while I innocently smile up at him, returning my hand and continuing my motions.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I ask quietly. "Like my hand on you?" he bites his lip and nods as I focus on his head, on the sensitive bundle of nerves right below the ridge, knowing that's a weak spot for him.

"Ooh, Pep," he groans, releasing a hiss through clenched teeth.

"You could cum from this," I whisper. "From me playing with your cock, couldn't you?" I lean forward and spit across him, pinching at his head, applying tighter pressure as his hips rise slightly, looking for more.

The next moment or so is quiet aside from his heavy breathing and occasional groans, learning that if his eyes close or head tips back, my hand goes away.

"You like it? You want to cum, Tony?" he bites down on his lip and nods before hissing out a "yes" as I continue my ministrations on the sensitive tip.

"Well to bad. I'm not letting you cum." I tell him, smirking as his eyebrows furrow for a moment before returning to their previous spot scrunched with pleasure as he fights to keep his eyes open.

"W-what?"

"You've been a bad boy," I explain.

"Uhhh," he groans and his hips twitch again.

"Besides, this cock is mine and I will be the only one deciding when it's time to cum." I claim.

"Yesssss," Tony seems to collapse in on himself, hunching forward for a moment before straightening back up, slightly arched against the chair.

"This cock is only for my pleasure, not yours," I tell him and receive the same hissed response. "You like this?"

"Yes," he groans as I lean forward to spit on him once more, his hips rising as a growl tears from his throat.

"Easy," I warn and he attempts to take a deep breath to calm himself. "What if I stop?" I pull my hand away and he whines.

"No," his normally chocolate eyes are blown wide and are looking to me pleadingly, his dick pulsing forward, looking for more attention.

"What if I start again?" he groans in relief as I go back to rubbing at his hotspot and the tip of his dick.

"Playing with your cock, my gentle touch compared to your rough hands," I trail off.

"Oh, yes, mmm," he groans as I pick up speed, his hips twitching as I pull away. "No! No, no, no," he grits in time with his cock twitching forward.

"This is fun, nice and slow," I tease, slowly returning my hand to him. "Can I see some pre-cum?"

"Yes," he whimpers like he really has much of a say. I wrap my hand tightly around him and squeeze, moving upward and watching the slit at the top, waiting for the appetizer to his main course.

"You sure?" I ask after a moment, still not seeing any of the clear liquid leak from the slit. "I'm not letting you cum until I see pre-cum. Your cock is my little slut, you're myslut," he gasps and his hips rock forward, his balls visibly tightening at the bottom, readying his release as I yank my hand away.

"No," he groans as he twitches some more, his hips stilling as he falls back away from the cliff. The moment he calms back down, my hand is back and stroking him up to his precipice again.

"Ha, ha-ah," I repeat the cycle, bringing him to the edge only to pull away. On one of his longer fallbacks, I push my bra down, allowing my breasts to spill forward. Tony's arms jerk as he tries to free himself for the first time so far, urgently trying to get a hand loose so he can touch me. Tony's always been more of a breast kind of guy, always obsessing over my breasts, worshipping them with his mouth and wicked fingers any chance he gets.

Upon realizing that his hands won't be getting free anytime soon, he pushes his hips out towards me and I lean forward as a tease. He bites his lip in concentration before I pinch the skin on the inside of his thigh and he backs away, a sharp gasp falling from his lips.

"For that little stunt, I don't think I'll let you come at all." He eyes roll closed for a moment.

"Please," he whispers, eyes reopening as I slowly bring my hand back once more.

"You're just my toy," his leg bounces for a moment before settling. "I play with your cock whenever I want to and you only cum when I want you to, when I decide." I pull away as I watch his balls tighten, his giveaway, and pull back, both of his legs bouncing as he's torn away from the edge, a frustrated groan escaping him.

"Your balls aren't blue so you don't need to cum," I explain.

"Noooo-oooh," he groans and from that moment on, a sound is constantly leaving his mouth, whether it's a groan, a gasp, or a plea.

"Where's the pre-cum, Tony?" I squeeze his shaft and low and behold, droplets of pre-cum form at the tip, his whole dick pulsing as he whines. Using the pre-cum as extra lubrication, I set a quick pace. "I know if I touch your balls, you'll come immediately and I don't want that."

"Please, please, please," his hips begin to pull back, preparing to thrust forward but I pull away yet again, leaving him wanting.

"You're turning purple," I comment, his head continuing to turn deeper shades of red, slowly fading closer to purple. I arch my back out, giving him the view of his dick right over my breasts, a perfect view should he cum now.

"Are you going to cum?" he doesn't bother answering me, just watching my hand closely to make sure I keep pumping him. "You know I don't want you to cum yet." I spit in my hand for more lubrication and he sighs as I slide over him better. "You like it when I spit on you?"

"Yes," he whispers quietly as my hand sneaks down in between my legs as this surprisingly affects me. It's not that I expected to be bored, not turned on, anything with Tony gets my nipples puckering and my lower lips drooling but there's a surprising amount of wetness down below as I glide my fingers along my clit. It only takes a moment for Tony to realize where my other hand has gone and he lets out a pathetic whine, struggling to free himself once more, desperate to touch me.

I circle my clit, moaning along with Tony for a moment as I pleasure both of us. I notice a second to late as his balls tighten and his hips thrust forward, his release flying out of his dick and up to coat his chest and stomach.

I gasp at him before reaching forward to continue pumping him, knowing I can get another climax from him if I keep him stimulated.

"God, this is making me horny. I like this." I moan as he nods his head in agreement. "I don't care if you do, this is all about me, remember?" He nods his head again before dropping his chin to his chest. "You wanna cum again?" No response. "Well, I'm not letting you-" more of his cum sprays out, coating his chest and stomach once more before trickling down to rest against the base of his cock.

"Tony!" I admonish but don't stop my hand as he continues to cum, releasing string after string of cum. He groans as he finishes, my hand continuing to pump him a little longer before stopping and pulling away. His head tilts back and he fights to catch his breath as I keep an eye on him, bringing my fingers to my mouth to lick off his release. I lean forward and lick the rest of his cum off of his body, another groan leaving his throat as I clean him up, smirking at my handy work but knowing I'm still horny.

I stand and walk behind him, undoing the knots that hold him to the chair but keeping his hands tied together. I grab his arm and pull him up, leading him to the couch where I lie down and spread my legs, fingering myself where he can see.

He stands there, watching me, eyes still blown wide before glancing up to my eyes.

"Eat me, Tony," I command and he wastes no time in climbing onto the couch on his knees and leaning over me, nudging my hand out of the way so his tongue can get to work. It's merely minutes of his tongue and teeth lapping and nipping at me when I fall off the cliff but he doesn't stop there, continuing on, rubbing his scratchy chin against me as I fall off the edge two more times before I push him away with my foot. His mouth and goatee are covered in my essence and he looks hungry for more but after a glance towards the clock, I realize it's too late to do much more if I want to be able to function tomorrow.

I slowly stand and gesture for him to stand as well, before walking around him and untying the knots. The moment his hands are free, he rubbing his wrists and rolling his shoulders before turning and scooping me up into his arms and carrying me away to the bedroom.

"This will happen again," I promise him and he growls low in his throat.

"I'd sure hope so," I smirk as he places me on the bed, crawling in beside me.

"Might be the only way to drill something into that thick skull of yours." I receive no snarky remark, instead a simple shrug of his shoulders before he snuggles up to me, wrapping his arms safely around my body as we both drift off to sleep.

A/N: I don't know how this was. I'm exhausted and it's 11:38. This is supposed to go up before midnight. Let's hope FanFiction is on my side. That also means I didn't have the chance to read back through it for errors. I shall do that at a later date and update the document.

Let me know what you thought. I'll probably end up continuing this anyways, sooooooo

Thx!

AMM