Tony Stark-Marvel
The penthouse pulsed with music, laughter, and the clink of expensive crystal. Tony Stark's parties were legendary- lights dimmed low, bodies pressed close on the dance floor, and the New York skyline glittering through the floor to ceiling windows. Tony stood near the bar, nursing a scotch, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd like he always did. He was in a tailored black Tom Ford suit, tie loosened, looking every bit the billionaire playboy. Until he saw you. You were across the room in that slinky deep red dress that hugged every curve, laughing at something some slick hair tech investor was saying. The guy, mid-thirties, too much cologne, Armani knockoff was standing way too close. Tony's jaw tightened when the man leaned in, saying something that made you tilt your head back and laugh, completely oblivious. Then the bastard did it. He placed his hand on your bare shoulder, fingers lingering before sliding slowly down your arm, brushing the side of your breast on the way. His thumb traced your skin like he had every right. Tony's glass hit the bar with a sharp clack. He crossed the room in long, predatory strides, weaving through the crowd like a man on a mission. By the time he reached you, his hand was already sliding possessively around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
"Sweetheart," Tony drawled, voice low and edged with danger.
"There you are. I've been looking for you."
The guy's hand dropped instantly. Tony gave him a cold, charming smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Hey pal. Enjoying my party? Great. Now fuck off."
The man stammered something and disappeared into the crowd. You turned in Tony's arms, eyebrows raised.
"Tony, what-?"
He didn't let you finish. His grip on your waist tightened as he guided you through the party, past curious glances, straight toward the private elevator that led to his personal quarters. The doors closed and he had you pinned against the mirrored wall before the car even started moving.
"You think that's funny?" he growled against your ear, lips brushing your skin.
"Some asshole putting his hands all over you and you just laugh?"
"I didn't realize-" you started, but Tony cut you off with a bruising kiss, tongue demanding entrance.
His hands roamed down your body, squeezing your ass and hiking your dress up around your hips.
"Mine," he muttered between kisses, biting your lower lip.
"You're fucking mine. And I don't share."
The elevator dinged. Tony scooped you up, legs around his waist, and carried you straight to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut and dropped you onto the massive bed, crawling over you immediately. His hands were everywhere- tugging your dress down to expose your breasts, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while pinching the other. You moaned, arching into him. Tony's jealousy burned hot tonight. He kissed down your stomach, yanking your panties off with one sharp tug and tossing them aside. He pushed your thighs apart and buried his face between them without warning.
"Tony- fuck!" you cried as his tongue dragged through your folds, relentless and hungry. He licked and sucked like he was claiming you, two fingers thrusting deep inside your already soaked pussy, curling against that spot that made you see stars. He groaned against your clit, the vibrations making your thighs shake.
"Say it," he demanded, pulling back just enough to look up at you, lips glistening.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You," you gasped.
"Only you, Tony."
He rewarded you by sucking your clit hard, fingers pumping faster until you came with a sharp cry, hips bucking against his face. He didn't stop, drawing it out until you were trembling. Tony shed his jacket and shirt, revealing the arc reactor's soft blue glow and the hard lines of his body. He freed his cock- thick, and hard, and leaking-stroking himself as he watched you recover.
"On your knees," he ordered.
You obeyed, turning over and arching your back. Tony knelt behind you, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds before slamming in with one deep thrust. You moaned loudly at the stretch.
"Shut, you're so wet for me," he groaned, gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
He set a punishing pace, fucking you deep and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. One hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back as he leaned over you.
"Next time someone touches you like that," he panted, thrusting harder.
"I'm bending you over right there in front of them and showing everyone who this pussy belongs to."
You clenched around him at his filthy words. Tony reached around to rub your clit, driving you toward another orgasm.
"Come on, baby. Let me feel it. Come all over my cock like a good girl."
You shattered again, crying out his name. Tony followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, pulsing deep inside you. He stayed there for a long moment, forehead pressed to your back, breathing ragged. Finally, he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down your thighs with dark satisfaction. He flipped you onto your back and kisses you softer this time, though the possessiveness still lingered.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, brushing your hair from your face.
You smiled up at him, still catching your breath.
"Never, Stark."
Tony smirked, already hardening again.
"Good. Because the party's still going on downstairs...and I'm nowhere near done with you yet."t
