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Whispered Words	By : IndigoHaze Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I thought Pepper looked amazing in The Avengers and I really wish this was a scene in the film. Mostly for me, but if you enjoy it, do review.
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Whispered Words
By: IndigoHaze

            “And afterwards?” Tony asked, wetting his lips. Pepper leaned in, whispering into his ear. His face flushed and he felt his mouth run dry.
            “Work hard,” Pepper said with a wry smirk, kissing his lips and walking away. He watched just a moment longer, seeing how the short shorts hugged her rear and accentuated her shapely legs. His attention turned to the screens as he began his work.
            “How are things with the Cellist?” Pepper asked Agent Caulson as she touched his shoulder, leading him into the den.
            “We broke up,” He said with a little of a frown. He followed the strawberry blonde as she led him through the house that had become hers in no time at all. Any woman would love to be in her shoes, linked with the great Tony Stark. The remarkable thing about her, Phil noted, was that she didn’t seem to care. In her eyes and actions, Tony seemed just as lucky to be with her and, by his meter, that wasn’t an unfair assessment.
            “Phil?” She asked. He looked up, broken from his thoughts.
            “Sorry, what did you say?” He sat across from her, realizing they had made it to the den.
            “I was asking if you were alright.”
            “Fine,” He said with a brief smile. “Just a little shaken, I guess.” Pepper bit the insides of her lips as she nodded. Recognition claimed his features and he cleared his throat. “It’ll be alright, I’m sure.”
            “Do you really think so?” She asked.
            “It always works in the comics,” He shrugged. She nodded with a smile. It was always odd to think of Tony as a super hero like Batman or Superman, going off to fight the forces of evil. “What did you say?” He asked. Her eyes widened.
            “Phil, I didn’t think you would ask about something so personal,” She said with a smirk. He raised his hands and shook his head.
            “No, no, I…” He cleared his throat. “I just-“ He paused. He what? There was no real excuse, he had just wanted to get away from the subject and it was on his mind. He wasn’t acting himself. “Excuse me, that was out of line.” Pepper shrugged.
            “I don’t mind – I just think Tony would have a fit if he-“
            “Of course,”
            “Found out that I was repeating-“
            “Don’t worry about it, I don’t know what I was-“
            “What I said to him.”
            “Thinking.” He nodded and wet his lips. “I should be going.” She frowned.
            “I didn’t scare you off, did I?”
            “No,” He said rising. “I just came by to give Ironm-“ He shook his head. “Tony the documents. The rest is his business.” He excused himself and Pepper watched as he walked off and sighed, crossing her legs as she reclined on the couch, sipping her drink. She wondered how fast Tony would be finished and she was as astonished as ever when he called on her an hour later.

            “Are you sure you’re done?” She asked, pulling away from his lips. His fingers were working her shirt buttons open and she bit her lip.
            “Read all of it,” He said, tossing the garment aside and leaving her in the shorts and a white bra. “Avengers to Zeno,” he said, looking up and down her body. “That’s a nice look on you.”
            “Thanks,” She said, smirking. “Promise me you’re done.” His fingers undid her jean short buttons and started to pull them off when she grabbed his hands, her mouth opening and then forming a grin. “Promise?”
            “Cross my heart,” He said. Her eyes fell to the glowing circle beneath his shirt and she let his hands go, falling back onto the bed. He tugged her shorts off, leaving her in her bra and matching thong. He licked his lips. “Your outfit keeps getting better the less there is.”
            “You didn’t like the shorts?” She frowned as he pulled off his shirt.
            “Loved them,” He undid his pants and dropped them along with his underwear, producing his fair sized erection. “A little too much – remembering them made my work take twice as long.” She laughed, shaking her head as he moved over her, kissing her neck.
            “Tony,” She said between soft moans. Her eyes were closed as her fingers roamed his arms.
            “Mmm?” He asked.
            “Remember the rules,” She said. He hummed into her neck again in reply. The rules were in place to prevent her from feeling like a floozy. They included him asking her to call him his superhero name or any sort of degrading words or actions. He had abided, albeit begrudgingly. “I’ll be true to my word – they don’t apply tonight.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. She opened hers and raised a finger. “Just tonight.” In her eyes, it was a fair price for getting Tony to help S.H.I.E.L.D., but now she was feeling a little apprehensive.
            “Pepper, we don’t h-“ She silenced him with a kiss.
            “Just tonight,” She repeated. He looked into her eyes. In truth, he didn’t mind the rules so much anymore. At first it was odd – he had always affected a dominant personality and used a little humiliation in his sex. However, Pepper was always so sensitive about his previous conquests (she hated the word) and determined not to be one. The thought of treating her like a regular girl he picked up from whatever event he was attending intoxicated him. She watched the change in his eyes and she would have been lying if she wasn’t a little scared of it.
            “Call me Ironman,” He said. No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t making a request or even a statement – it was a command. She bit her lip, feeling a rush. While she had always avoided being submissive to him, it was one of her fetishes. The life of a secretary was one of service and, in the few relationships she had, her boyfriends knew that in the bedroom, Pepper Potts loved to be dominated. Still, they had been normal people – accountants, policemen, and businessmen. They weren’t Tony Stark.
            “Yes, sir.” She said, the words coming from her lips with surprising ease.
            “Tell me what you want,” He said, his arms on either side of her as he leaned above.
            “I want you inside me, Ironman,” She said, feeling her face flush. He smirked. “Please,” She added.
            “Miss Potts, if you’re good enough at your duties, I might give you what you want,” He sat back on the bed, his erection throbbing against his stomach. Without a word, she fell across his lap, her arm on his thigh. Her fingers trailed up his inner thigh and she fondled his balls, making him groan. The softness was almost too much. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so excited for a blowjob.
            She touched his shaft at last and pulled him away from his stomach as she closed her eyes, swirling her tongue over the head slowly, giving him time to feel every slight movement, every drop of saliva. He moaned and she smirked, letting him a little into her mouth, flattening her tongue against his underside as she pulled her head forward and back, allowing his tip to brush against her soft lips and tongue with agonizing sluggishness. He gasped.
            “Look at me, Miss Potts,” He said and she flashed him her most innocent expression. She knew he loved it. He had cum the hardest when she wore pigtails for him and flashed him that look that said, I sure hope I’m doing this right, Mr. Stark. He gasped and she smirked, her tongue moving faster as she eased him a little further down her mouth. He knew how much she could take – she took the entirety of his length, gagging only for his benefit. She wasn’t letting him off that easy, however. This was for the percentage crack he had made earlier and, although he was in the dominant role, she knew he wouldn’t protest. She closed her eyes as she began to ease him deeper and deeper, making it another inch down her throat before withdrawing fully and teasing only his tip. This continued until he thought he would break and grab her hair. She felt the shift in his attitude and she swallowed his entire length.
            She gagged a little, feeling him deep down her throat. She rose off of him just a little before impaling her throat again. She felt his fingers in her hair and, at another time, she might have smacked it away. Tonight, she took a breath through her nose and allowed him to manipulate her head by her hair. The pain was minimal, but he left no doubt that he was in control. She gagged as he forced her halfway off and then all the way back on. Her tongue continued to swirl as she felt tears come to her eyes. It was one thing when she was doing it, but when he used her mouth so roughly, her gag reflex stirred from its sleep.
            She couldn’t deny it – it was delicious. Feeling Tony take charge, feeling him use her body for his pleasure. She expected the shame to come after her orgasm, but before it she let her wetness stain her underwear as she struggled not to choke on him. She heard the sound of his grunting.
            “I’m gonna cum in your throat,” He gasped out. She flashed him her innocent look and the sight, amplified by the redness of her eyes and the smeared mascara pushed him well beyond control. “Holy shit,” He cursed as he came, holding her head as he bucked into her mouth. She felt the delectable throbbing and then there came the globs of cum down her throat. She held her breath to keep from choking as he filled her throat well past his usual amount. After awhile, his cum stopped and she drank it with one swallow, resuming breathing. He softened in her mouth and then let her hair go, lying back gasping for air.
            She wiped her eyes and mouth as she sat on her knees, doing what her most dominant boyfriend called, “Sitting Pretty.” When Tony was conscious enough, he took one look at her and groaned.
            “Would you like another round?” She asked with a smirk. He licked his lips.
            “I think it’s your turn,” He said. “But I want to see you warm yourself up.” Her eyes widened and she wet her lips. Tony never misspoke or else she would have questioned him. Instead, she nodded.
            “Yes, Ironman,” She lay back on the bed, biting her lip and closing her eyes as one hand rose to her breasts. She cupped one and massaged it through the bra. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she decided to give a good show, despite never having done this in front of someone before. Her fingers were skilled enough. They slipped into her panties and rubbed against her clean shaven mound before dropping to her folds. She gasped as she felt how wet she was. She might have taken a dip in the pool for all the evidence she had.
            Her fingers spread her wetness over her, lubing up her clit for the quick motions she would grant it. She first teased herself a little, trying to take it easy. She managed to slide two fingers into herself without much forcing, a feat that was regularly difficult due to her tightness. That wasn’t enough, however, and she forgot that she was trying to put on a show. She pulled her bra down and pinched her nipple as her fingers stroked her clit with practiced speed. She heard herself moaning as her hips gyrated and she was startled when a hand clamped over hers, stopping her movements. Her head snapped to Tony, indignation over her features. Then she realized where she was and she cleared her throat.
            “Come with me,” He said, standing. He was completely hard all over again and she smirked, happy to have caused it. She followed him, a little apprehensive as she wondered where they were going. In truth, they had christened every bit of furniture on the level twice within the first week. Instead of turning at the hallway, however, he walked to the glass and she felt her heart skip. She gasped as he opened the door, letting the cool air in. She shivered. “Come on,” He said, standing at the railing of the balcony. She bit her lip and followed him, covering her chest with her arms. If anyone was watching…
            “Put your hands down,” Tony said.
            “But, Tony…” She frowned, oblivious to having broken the spell. “People could…”
            “People are,” He replied. “This is Stark Tower – if the height and shape of the building don’t catch eyes, the shining name on the side will.” She bit her lip. “You and I appear together all the time and I think it’s only right for them to know our relationship.” Her mouth opened to speak, but it took a few tries for words to come.
            “Tony, they’ll think you’re just fucking your secret-“
            “I’ll issue a statement,” He shrugged. “Pepper Potts is my girlfriend and anyone claiming her to be less will be sued for blah, blah, blah.” She blinked. It had been awhile since she questioned Tony’s affection, but he had never made such an open display. “Are you just going to stand there, Pepper?” She blinked again, shaking her head to throw off her thoughts. He took it as a no. “Well then, I do believe there are no rules tonight,” He said. “And you’re still very much mine.” She wet her lips, nodding a little nervously. Her nipples were rock hard and she wasn’t sure whether that was a function of the air or her arousal. “Lean against the railing.” She stood a moment longer and then walked to the metal, resting her hands on it and bending. “Deeper,” He said and she reached down for the lower metal rail, feeling herself blush as she stood out in the open in the obscene position, presenting her ass in the universal sign of, ‘Fuck me.’ “Perfect.” He said, smirking. He pulled her thong down and wet his lips. “Pepper, you’re dripping… You never told me you like this sort of thing…” He cleared his throat. “Spread your legs.” Her embarrassment was rising in tandem with her humiliation. She thought it would serve to cut off her desire, but instead it intensified it.
            She cried out as she felt a sharp smack against her pussy. She gasped, her face indignant.
            “Tony!” She said, about to let go.
            “Ironman,” He reminded her with another smack. She grunted, gritting her teeth. It was terrifically humiliating and she wished she didn’t enjoy it.
            “Ironman,” She corrected herself. He smirked.
            “Yes?”
            “Please… fuck me,” she said at last, wetting her lips.
            “Where?”
            “In front of all these people!” She nearly screamed out. “In the open air, fuck me, please, Ironman.” She thought she would have to beg more and she was surprised when she felt his tip against her. Her back arched as he entered her. He hissed as he slipped each inch inside, her tightness gripping him like a vice, almost reluctant to let him in despite her wetness. Then he began to fuck her in the position she had never let him take before. It was a show of dominance and it made her feel like a fuck toy, ready to be thrown away. Tonight was no different, but the feeling was welcome.
            She wasn’t Pepper Potts and he wasn’t Tony Stark. They were any creatures since sex had been invented. She was his and he fucked her with the same goal every creature in existence existed for – to orgasm. This was a bit different than the procreative ending, but it was irrelevant when the act was the same.
            She screamed out as he fucked her, calling out for more – harder, faster. He obliged and the sounds of their grunting and skin slapping filled the air. People with the means to watch did, people across the way in other buildings with telescopes or telephoto lenses on their cameras. She knew it. She knew she was being seen, being heard, but all of it only served to bring her closer and closer yet as she accepted every thrust with a backwards press of her hips. It wasn’t long before she went hoarse and not long after that she came, her knees buckling as she did. Tony followed her to the floor, kneeling behind her as he finished within her. She groaned at the sensation of the warm cum dripping down into her and they collapsed there for a couple of minutes before they had the energy to rise. Pepper made no attempt to cover herself.
            “Wave to the people,” Tony said and she smacked him. When he turned, she looked back at the building. She couldn’t see if anyone was there, but she waved anyway before following him in. They lay together in the bed, entangled in one another’s limbs until sleep took them.

            The following morning, Pepper walked into the kitchen in her robe. On the table was the morning paper, delivered by Jarvis, she reasoned. The front page had the picture of her waving, completely topless and, from the angle they had taken it, bottomless as well. She blushed, mortified and she barely noticed when Tony took the paper from her hands.
            “Everyone’s going to see this,” She said, biting her lip.
            “It’s a great picture of you,” Tony said with a shrug. “Your breasts look great.” She smacked him.
            “This is serious!” She said.
            “You liked it last night,” He said, winking. “Take it in stride. You’re not the first of us to get compromising pictures. Don’t deny, just enjoy it.”
            “How do I en-“ She gasped as she felt his fingers slide into her robe. Tony’s skilled fingers worked between her legs as he moved his lips to her ear.
            “You’re sopping wet,” He said, his fingers stroking her clit quickly. Her knees were ready to buckle all over again. She leaned back and fell into the chair as his fingers continued to pleasure her. She moaned. “All these people, Pepper, they know how amazing your tits look and how your pussy looks beneath all those pantsuits… They also know what you look like getting fucked like a slut.” He opened the paper to the main article where she was crying out in pleasure on all fours like a bitch in heat. She gasped and Tony’s fingers worked harder. “Imagine it, everyone who ever looked at you sitting at the table with their fingers down their pants,” She started to buck and he grinned, working her as quickly as he could. She cried out as she bucked harder, cumming and convulsing as her vision went white. When she came back to reality (which was a fairly slow trip), Tony was licking his fingers clean. He smirked.
            “You know, we might need a change in the rules,” He said. She groaned and tossed her head back.
            “What rules?”
            He grinned. It was the start of something truly wonderful.
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