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Fic: 4 A.M., Tony/Pepper, NC-17
Title: 4 A.M.
Author: syllogian
Pairing: Tony/Pepper
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's 4 in the morning and Pepper wants to get laid.
A/N: Done for the T/P kinkmeme, using the prompt "pepper is pms-ing. she's so horny she wakes up tony in the middle of the night/in the wee hours of the morning for sex"

Tony Stark was having a really good dream. At the heart of it, as she so often was, was Pepper Potts. He was lying on a vast bed hung with dark velvet drapes, unable to move as she crawled toward him, a hot-eyed vixen wearing a leather corset, spike heels, and very little else. She reached him and then it seemed like her hands and mouth were everywhere at once, touching, licking, nipping, rousing him even as her hair tickled his neck.

It felt too real to be a dream, though. He muzzily opened his eyes.

His former PA and current girlfriend was straddling him, dropping kisses down his neck as her hands stroked over his arms, shoulders, the reactor, wherever she could reach. She was wearing a simple cotton chemise and cotton panties rather than leather and heels, but somehow he liked this better. Probably because this one was real.


She made an inquiring noise and continued to nuzzle at his throat.

“What are you doing?”

“I should think it would be obvious, Mr. Stark,” she replied, opening her mouth and unexpectedly sucking hard at his pulse point. He jumped and shifted, fully awake now, and was mildly surprised to feel that he was already half hard. He wondered how long Pepper had been at his neck. He squinted at the clock beside the bed.

“It’s four in the morning and we have to be up in an hour and a half,” he pointed out.

She ran her tongue in a long wet swipe from the hollow of his throat to the point of his chin. “That’s never bothered you before,” she replied against his lips, reasonable as always.

“You’re right.” He rolled them over for further investigation. “So why the sneak attack? Not that I’m complaining, of course…” As he spoke, he glided his hands up her sides to pull her loose top away from her breasts. She lifted her arms to help him get it over her head and then settled back against the pillows, one leg between his and rocking gently against his thigh. He filled his palms with her breasts with an expression closely akin to glee, teasing her nipples with his thumbs until they stood proud and needy.

Pepper squirmed a little. “PMS,” she admitted. “I think the Pill almost makes it worse. Right now I’m so horny that if I hadn’t been able to wake you I would have taken care of myself.”

“What, without me to watch? I thoroughly disapprove, Miss Potts.” He leaned down and started attacking her exposed neck. “And if I recall correctly, being so close to your cycle means you’re especially hot right here,” he murmured into her ear as he slipped his big hand into her panties to cup her.

“Mmmm,” she replied, arching and opening her legs further.

He pulled off her panties and spread her open with his fingers, tracing delicately through the gathering moisture. True to his prediction, her flesh was wet and hot, and she gasped and rocked against him when he slipped a finger into her.

“Tony, please,” she moaned, arching her back.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he teased gently, his voice a low and throaty growl.

“More,” she gasped, hooking a leg around his hip to draw him closer. He braced himself and resisted her tug.

“Impatient, are we?” He added another finger, felt her inner muscles squeeze tight when he flicked his thumb over her clit. He slid down the bed and breathed in the scent of her arousal. His cock twitched and he stroked it consolingly through his boxers before turning his attention back to the feast spread out before him. Pepper had propped herself up on her elbows and was watching him, panting, flushed all the way down to the tips of her perfect breasts. He smiled at her with two fingers still buried inside her, then leaned down to tongue her clit.

She bucked up into him with a wordless cry. Tony knew she liked his fingers, knew she loved his mouth, but she really loved it when he used both on her at the same time. He pumped his fingers and teased her, tongue dancing and fluttering across her folds, always returning to her clit. Her whimpers and the rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles spurred him on—faster, harder, and he knew she hadn’t been kidding about being horny because she was already so close. He rolled the tiny bundle of nerves between his lips and tongue, pressing into her just right, and she screamed, arching into his mouth as the pleasure swamped her in hot, hard waves. He kept her going through her orgasm, drawing shocks of pleasure from her even as he slowed his thrusts and she calmed enough to collapse to the bed.

Pepper watched him through half-lidded eyes as he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, sliding that tongue of his over each digit before he shifted up the bed to lie next to her, gently stroking her face. She managed to turn her head enough to suck his thumb into her mouth, her tongue playing over it and reminding him of exactly how talented she was with said tongue. He groaned at the mental image but didn’t press her, instead waiting for her to catch her breath. She released his thumb and reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss.

“I think you may have actually fucked my brains out, Mr. Stark,” she murmured between gasps that made her chest rise and fall most admirably.

“Just doing my job,” he replied as he nuzzled her. His erection throbbed, reminding him that it wanted attention, but he ignored it for now. “What superhero would leave a beautiful lady in such a dilemma?”

She chuckled. “Seems like I’m not the one in trouble anymore.” She reached down to palm his straining erection through his boxers. “Off with the shorts and c’mere, you.”

“Have I mentioned that I love it when you give me orders?” He shifted his weight to rest over her body and pulled his boxers off one-handed.

“Most of the time you’re complaining about them, and then you ignore them,” she pointed out as she took him in hand and began to run up and down his shaft in slow, smooth strokes.

He closed his eyes and rocked his hips against her hand. “In bed, I mean. I thought that was obvious.”

“Of course, how silly of me to forget.” She rubbed her thumb over his weeping tip and then guided him home. They groaned in unison as he filled her, her muscles relaxing to take him in. For a moment all he could think was hot and wet and perfect, before she shifted her hips a little to let him know that she was ready for him to move.

After that there was nothing but the slick sound of flesh on flesh and their pleasured gasps as they rocked together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his slim hips and cried out at the heat building between them. He grunted, moving faster and burying his face in her neck, gasping for air against her skin. He thrust harder and she matched him, forcing him over the edge just as he felt her clench again.

Her cries became a distant background to the roaring in his head as his hips jerked and he spilled into her, his rhythm falling apart into a series of sloppy thrusts that sparked white-hot pleasure all through his body.

He collapsed against her, sweaty and too exhausted to move. Tony felt her hand gently comb through his hair as they panted and gradually came back to themselves. After a minute he rolled off of her, separating their bodies and coming to rest on his side. She shifted over and tucked her long body against his, her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. He draped his arms around her naked body and sighed, content for the moment to just breathe.

After a long quiet moment she murmured, “I shudder to think what time it is.”

“Jarvis?” he called to the ceiling.

“The time is now four fifty-eight A.M., Mr. Stark,” came the disembodied voice of the AI. “You have thirty-two minutes remaining before you need to get up and get ready for the quarterly budget division meeting at eight A.M.”

Pepper groaned and tried to burrow her head into Tony’s shoulder. “Forget I asked.”

“If you cancel the meeting we could spend the whole morning in bed,” he suggested as he leaned over and tangled his tongue with hers.

“Mmm,” she replied once he let her mouth go. “I’ll think about it.”

“I can work with that.”

Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off to sleep.

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Very hot! Great work as usual!

I love established relationship Pepperony. This makes me happy :D

Next time *I'm* awake at 4 AM...I'm heading over here.

rawr. awesome pepperony hotness!

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