#... it's been a long ass time since I drew a Tasteful Nude of my darling girl actually

[blujayonthewing]

I've been saying this for years now but I have GOT to do the blorbos pinup series

[thirstyforcharacters]

Pay Your Penance (sub! Tony Stark x domme! Reader)

Summary: Tony forgot your anniversary, and he's eager to make it up to you.

Notes: Hello! I thought up this one-shot while I was watching online recitals for college (I seem to have a pattern of writing smut during class lol). I hope everyone enjoys this one, and thank you for reading! (use of she/her pronouns, no y/n)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only! very light angst, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), pegging, dominant reader, sub Tony

WC: (almost) 2.6 k

Two days.

It had been two days since you had spoken to Tony. He deserved it, you justified. He forgot your three year anniversary. He had made the reservations to go to your favorite restaurant and sworn off work of any kind for the entire day in favor of spending it with you.

Needless to say, you were pretty pissed off when he was nowhere to be found throughout the day, only to find him in the workshop at 10:00 pm, making upgrades to his suits. You couldn’t believe that he had forgotten. And you let him know that. After a long chewing out, you had completely ignored him for two days. He didn’t make it easy to do that; his extroverted demeanour was difficult to ignore. But you managed. Up until now.

The two of you were having an extremely tense dinner back at your place. The past two days, you had eaten dinner alone. Tonight, you decided you would at least grace him with your presence, even if you wouldn’t do the same with conversation. No looks were even spared in his direction, though you could feel his eyes burning into you. Every sharp intake of breath from him caused you to take a sip of wine in an attempt to get him not to speak. Eventually, though, he did anyway.

“Please, darling. I’m sorry.”

The quaver in his voice caused you to glance up from your pasta. That was a mistake. You could see how glassy his eyes were and the guilt etched across his face. His hands were shaking, and you were sure they were clammy. His mouth was turned downwards in a frown that you usually would never want to see, and his bottom lip was trembling. You placed your fork on the table and rested your chin on your hands, silently prompting him to speak.

“Baby, I’m truly sorry. I don’t know what came over me, but there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. You mean the world to me; I’m ridiculously happy that you let me into your life. Which makes me feel all the more guilty for forgetting something this important. I promise that it will never happen again; I’ll program F.R.I.D.A.Y. to remind me every day for a week beforehand so I never forget again. But I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry for putting you through that pain, and I will never do anything to hurt you like that ever again. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

The sincerity in his tone struck you. You could practically see the guilt washing over him in strong waves. Sadness radiated off of him in a way that you had never seen before. And you did miss him, you really did. You missed his smile, the crinkles that would appear beside his eyes when he laughed, the scratch of his facial hair when he kissed you on the cheek, and the soft murmurs of “I love you” that would accompany every gesture of affection he gave you. But you still wanted to make him work for it, being the stubborn thing you were. And you knew exactly what you wanted him to do.

You arched your eyebrow, “Anything?”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the sound of your voice, “Anything, darling.”

You made eye contact with him then, missing the feeling of his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours. But swiftly after, your eyes swept downwards, eyeing up the swell of his lips and the way the t-shirt he was wearing clung to his biceps. You couldn’t help but have his punishment be of a sensual nature; you had both always been very sexually intimate people. Your bodies had a way of conveying what couldn’t be said with words.

“After we finish eating, I want you upstairs in our room, stripped and kneeling at the edge of the bed while I get some things ready. When I come back, you’re going to get your punishment, then you’re going to make me cum. If you’re good, I’ll let you cum after. Understood?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing enticingly, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.”

You fell back into silence once more, though this one was more anticipatory than awkward. You could tell he was excited at the prospect of paying his penance, and was looking forward to things going back to normal between the two of you. You were looking forward to it as well; you missed him, though you wouldn’t admit it, of course.

It wasn’t long before the two of you finished your meal. You took the trek back to your bedroom together, and while Tony busied himself with obeying your commands, you disappeared into the closet to get some tools for the night ahead: a red and gold paddle for the punishment, and lube and a deep blue dildo (hopefully) for his reward. When you re-entered your bedroom with your tools in hand, you were pleased to find Tony nude and kneeling by the bed as requested. His head turned to you as you entered and he gave you a soft smile. You returned it as you set the dildo and lube on the nightstand for later use. You sat on the edge of the bed and tilted his chin so he was looking up at you. You kissed him sweetly as you gripped the paddle in your hands, contrasting the roughness of the punishment he was about to receive.

“Lay across my lap.”

Your voice was commanding, and he didn’t care disobey. He draped himself across your legs, ass up in the air and now hard cock pressing into your thigh.

“Tell me your safeword, sweetheart,” you told him, bringing the paddle up in preparation.

“Gauntlet,” he whispered back.

“Good boy,” you cooed, before bringing the paddle down to smack against his left cheek.

He made a soft noise of shock; you took him by surprise that time. But the two you landed on his right cheek in rapid succession didn’t. The next harsh smack made him gasp out, and the one that followed made him grip the sheets below him, whimpering into the mattress.

“That’s it, love. Taking your punishment like a good boy,” you crooned.

“Wanna be good for you,” he murmured back, slightly muffled by the mattress he was face down on.

You laid down five more smacks, and by the end, his soft gasps turned into moans. You could feel his hard-on pressing more insistently into your thigh. His ass was bright red; you knew it would be a struggle for him to sit tomorrow.

“All done, love. You did so wonderfully for me,” you said with a gentle smile.

“Thank you,” he replied softly, returning your smile.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me, baby?”

He did as you told, kneeling directly in front of you and looking up at you adoringly. You placed the paddle beside you on the bed and spread your legs for him in invitation.

It didn’t take a doctorate for him to know what you wanted him to do. He crawled forward until his face was directly in front of your heat, stabilizing his hands on your thighs, and you knew that you were already dripping. You honestly had been since you had thought this up, excited to get him between your thighs and feel the scratch of his beard against your cunt.

The first press of his lips against you already had you reeling, but you knew how to reign it in. You gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as his tongue licked between your folds, licking up your wetness. He went at it with enthusiasm and fervor; not only did he want to make this up to you, but he normally enjoyed eating you out just as much as you did. He loved the feeling of having you dripping down his chin, moaning unabashedly as you yanked on his hair. He loved your taste, and he loved when you were in control. He moved slightly from between your lower lips and sucked your clit into his mouth, which drew the first moan from you.

“Just like that, baby. Doing so well for me,” you praised.

You felt him smile against you as he continued to lavish your clit with attention. He had always had a bit of a praise kink. He finished your assault on your clit when you tugged him back down to your folds, and his tongue pressed deep inside of you, wanting to bring you to your release. The soft gasps of pleasure above him told him that he was fulfilling his goal. You slowly ground your hips into his face, spreading your wetness down his chin. He buried his nose into your cunt as he licked deeply, moaning at the taste of you. You tugged his hair roughly, eliciting another whine from him.

“So close, bub. Just a little more.”

He moved one of his hands from your thighs to your center and began toying with your clit while redoubling his efforts with his tongue.

“Fuck yeah, babe. Fuck,” you cursed as your orgasm washed over you.

He continued lapping at you through your high until you tugged him away from overstimulation. You smirked when you saw his face coated with your wetness. He blushed and wiped most of it off with his fingers, licking off teasingly. You chuckled gently and leaned down so you could kiss him, and you groaned softly at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“That was great, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for me. Think it’s about time that you get rewarded,” you cooed.

He grinned up at you, “Thank you, honey.”

“Of course, Tony. Get on the bed for me on your back.”

He went obediently, laying on his back and spreading his legs for you. You grabbed the lube and the dildo and kneeled between his spread legs.

“So gorgeous for me,” you murmured.

His shy smile soon grew hungrier at the sight of you lubing up two of your fingers. He knew better than to get impatient, so he flopped his head down onto the pillow, eagerly awaiting the first press of your fingers inside of him.

You came over to him then, with slick fingers, the dildo and more lube in tow.

“Just gonna open you up first,” you stated.

You traced one of your lubed up fingers around the rim, not yet pushing it inside. His hole fluttered at the feeling and a soft, pleading whine fell from his lips. You couldn’t help but smirk as you slowly worked your first finger in since the moans that began to spill from him were already quite desperate.

“You already sound close, babe. Better hold it until I get that dildo inside of you,” you remarked as you sunk your finger in up to the knuckle.

The action drew a soft sob of pleasure from him, and you crooked your finger inside of him to hear more of those pretty noises.

Soon enough, you were asking, “Ready for a second, baby?”

He nodded vigorously, “Please! I can take it! Please!”

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t need to beg, I’ve got you,” you consoled as the tip of your second finger breached his hole.

He cried out desperately and ground his hips into your fingers, forcing your second finger in just as deep as the first. You scissored your fingers in him, stretching him out even more. You wanted to make sure that Tony was ready for it; you never wanted him to be in pain.

But soon he was begging for more, “Please, darling. I can take it, I’m ready. Need it so bad, please. Need you.”

“Does my good boy need to get fucked? Needs this dildo to ruin his tight, little hole?” you taunted, holding your dominance over his head.

“Yes! Need you to fuck me, please. Never needed it more. Please, baby, please.”

You always enjoyed when Tony got like this, when all he could think of was you. So, you gave in to his begging and removed your fingers, then coated the dildo in a generous amount of lube. You lined the dildo up with his waiting hole.

“Ready?”

The question was more of a formality; you knew he was ready, but you always wanted to be sure.

“Yes. ‘M ready.”

You slowly pushed in, allowing him time to adjust to the size of the toy. He moaned unabashedly at the feeling and pushed his hips into the dildo, forcing it deeper.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” you teased, pulling the toy back out of him.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Please. Please,” he begged, desperate for you to continue.

You smirked and suddenly slammed the full length of the toy into him, causing a broken cry to fall from his lips. He writhed underneath you as you continued your punishing pace, fucking into him roughly with no sign of stopping.

You used your free hand to guide his hands up to his nipples. He immediately began toying with them, and his moans grew louder. Your free hand then gripped his cock, and you began working it with slow strokes, still teasing him. A faster tug of your hand accompanied by a harsh slam of the toy made his back arch and he cried out.

“Please, honey. I’m so close.”

You quickened your pace with the dildo and he almost shrieked in pleasure.

“There it is,” you muttered, and drilled into the same spot over and over again.

Tears of pleasure sprang to his eyes as you sped up your strokes on his cock. Later, he would be embarrassed at the noise he made when he came, but for now, he didn’t care. The scream that tore itself from his throat was like music to your ears as he coated your hand in his cum. You continued to fuck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, then slowly pulled the toy out and layed it on the nightstand.

For a while, you just held him, stroking his hair gently and murmuring how good he was for you. Eventually, he came back down and smiled sleepily up at you.

“Was that nice?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

He nodded, “Yeah. Always is.”

You pressed a light kiss to his forehead, “I’m gonna get something to clean you up with, okay?”

He nodded again and you gathered the toys and put them back in the closet. Then, you grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and returned to Tony’s side, wiping up the cun that was still on his body. You cleaned what was still on your hand as well, then chucked the washcloth across the room and cradled your boyfriend in your arms.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, turn off the lights, please,” you requested.

As the light dimmed down, you looked down at Tony, who smiled back up at you. Soon, though, the smile faded.

“You’re not upset anymore, are you?” he asked, almost sheepishly.

The look in your eyes grew a little sadder, “No, Tony, I’m not anymore. Just promise me you won’t forget next year.”

“Never again.”

You knew he’d stay true to his word. You loved him, after all, and you knew just how much he loved you, too. As you drifted off to sleep, the only thing on your mind was how wonderful the next year with him would be.