Daddy's Kitten
You run out onto the landing pad. The wind blows your hair and your robe. You shiver, and your bare toes curl, but you don’t move. You watch as the jet lowers onto the landing pad, stifling tears and cries. This mission was too long, too dangerous. Tony really did try to call you whenever he could and tell you he was all right, but sometimes he skipped a day. He’d always apologize for it the next time he called, but you’d lay awake at night, yearning for what used to fill the empty space beside you, his arms, his hands in your hair, his kisses. Tears of joy are running down your cheeks and you approach the jet as it lands. The wind comes to a halt and the ramp comes down. Butterflies are swarming in your stomach.
Steve and Natasha come out first, wearily, desperate for sleep. You’re happy they’re okay. “Hey,” you whisper to them.
Steve cracks a smile at you. “Hi, (Y/N),” he says.
“You’re up late,” Nat remarks.
You shrug. You haven’t been sleeping well, anyway, but maybe soon you will. Or not. You tighten your legs together as Steve and Nat walk past you, and then you feel him come. Tony, sans-suit, struts down the ramp as if he knows you’re waiting for him. More tears run down your cheeks and in a flash you run to him and leap into his arms. He catches you without fail and smashes his lips against yours. You try to stop the tears, but he feels them against his face soon enough and releases your mouth. He lifts a hand and caresses your face. “Miss me, kitten?” he asks.
You nearly melt. You missed hearing that in person so much. You nod and bury your head on his shoulders. “Yes,” you whisper. “So much...Daddy…” You were always afraid to say that on the phone, but now you feel a sweet release, addressing him like you normally do when it’s just the two of you.
You feel him smirk. He likes it. He ruffles a hand in your hair and walks you inside. The doors automatically open for him. He doesn’t mind carrying you all the way to his section of the facility. Too soon he sits you down, on a couch. You grimace as he lets go but he doesn’t see. He goes to the bar and picks up a bottle of wine. You hope you know where this is going, you hope he’s up for it. You certainly are. He pours two glasses, staring at you, looking you over. You blush. You’re not exactly in your sexiest outfit. (F/C) fleece pajama pants, a flannel robe, and a thin spaghetti strap shirt. That could do it. It’s warmer inside the living room, so you loosen your robe a little as he approaches you with the glasses. You take one with a little smile and whisper, “Thanks.”
You clink your glasses and drink. He keeps looking you over with that piercing, focused gaze. When you lower your glass from your lips, he does the same and suddenly leans towards you until your lips are touching. You let out a moan and put your glass down on the end table so you can reach him. You push his back against the back of the couch and climb him, straddling his thighs with your legs. He leans forward to put his glass down, then throws his arms around you, rubbing your back all the way down to your bottom. He gives both sides a little squeeze. You moan between the kiss, but suddenly he releases your lips.
“Bedroom,” he commands. Just that one word makes you throb between your legs. You grin and slide off him.
“All right, Daddy,” you purr as you turn around. He gives your ass a little slap. You suck your lips in your mouth and blush. You pick up your glass and chug the last of it, then put it on the bar on the way down the hall to the bedroom, your heart beating faster with every step. Once you’re in the bedroom, you sit down on the edge of the bed and tap your fingers on the surface. Why isn’t he behind you? Maybe you missed one of his requests...should you take your clothes off? It’s going to happen anyway. You let the effects of the wine sink in and drown your inhibitions, and you take off your pants and robe.
As you’re flicking it off on your foot, he comes in, his hands going under his shirt. He stops before he takes it off to look at you. He smirks, pleased. “Good girl,” he says. He takes off his shirt and throws it aside on top of your pants. He takes a step closer and says, “Now, get that robe off, all right?”
Staring into his eyes you obey, lifting your butt off it so you can throw it aside. Goosebumps appear on your arms and legs, and a warm sensation occurs between your legs. You tighten your thighs together, and he notices.
“What are you doing? No, no...lie back, kitten, relax,” he says coolly. This eases you. You scoot back on the bed so you’re all the way down and lie back. Instinctively you open your legs for his examination, and you realize when the cold air hits your pelvis that your panties are a little wet. You watch Tony as he kneels on the bed and slithers his hand up your thigh and to the center of your pelvis, stroking the wet spot. His thick, sturdy fingers against your lower set of lips cause a bolt of lightning to go down your spine and your breath to hitch.
“Wet for me already,” he mutters, pleased. He looks you in the eye as his fingertips sneak inside the waistband of your panties, his fingernails rubbing against your hair. “I’m sure you’ve been a good girl while I’ve been away.”
You give a little smile. “Yes, Daddy,” you murmur.
He smiles back devilishly. More wetness appears between your legs. “I’ve missed this,” he whispers, scooting forward on the bed. His pants fall down his hips a little, exposing the waistband of his boxers. Your mouth waters. He positions himself above you, legs on either side, and sits on your knees. He examines the wet patch forming on your panties. “Wet already…” He slips his fingers on the part of the waistband on your hips. “Let’s get these off.” He kneels up and you help kick them off. “Shirt, too,” he says before you kick them to the floor. “I wanna see my babygirl.”
You want to tighten your thighs to block the wetness but he wouldn’t let you if you tried. You lift your shirt off you as he unbuttons his pants. Your breasts flop a little when they’re free from their confinement. He sees, and he grins. He goes to the side to slip off his pants and kicks them away. Then, lying beside you, he runs his hand down your lips, down your neck, the middle of your chest, around your navel. “Soft,” he whispers. He deliberately slows his trail down as he goes down between your legs. You shiver and suck your stomach in as he slides into your slit. “Damn, (Y/N), you’re soaked.”
You let out a long, low moan. “I need you,” you whisper.
“I need you, too,” he says, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. Too soon, he sits up, but before he can do anything your hand dips into the waistband of his boxers. Although he pops up a little, he takes your wrist and puts it down. “Just wait, little girl, good things happen to those who wait.”
You stifle a groan. You need to earn it, you get it, but the anticipation is murder. Your eyes widen, nearly out of their sockets, as he positions himself between your legs, holding up your knees and pushing them open. “Stay still, kitten, I want to taste you.”
You’re shaking a little. You watch as he lowers slowly onto you, his warm breath teasing the sensitive area. He holds your legs steady and you watch him open his mouth. He kisses your open mound, then slips his tongue in your hole. You let out a moan and arch your back, but then you fall back down. “Yes,” you whisper. “Oh, god, yes.”
He chuckles, muffled against your pussy. He begins to lick you up and down, giving a little swirl around your clit when his tongue hits it. You’re pulsating down there, wanting to tighten your legs around his head and keep him there forever and ever. Your arms flail around, looking for something to do, but he grabs them and puts them down. He then strokes your sides and taps your nipples. They ache for his touch suddenly. “Oh,” you moan. A fire burns in your lower abdomen. Your forehead is sweating as he nips at your clit and caresses your breasts in his rough, strong hands. “I...I’m—”
“Hold it,” he says sharply, drifting away from your legs. You freeze. You nearly want to cry, beg him not to stop as he straightens up, but something better is coming along. Staring at you, he lowers down his boxers, and a nearly fully hardened cock springs out. Just the sight causes you to moan and your legs to shake. He strokes it slowly with his hand and leans forward just inches from your pussy. “You’ve hardly touched me and I’m already rock-hard,” he hisses. You lift a hand to touch him but he just takes it with his free hand, and kisses your fingers. “That’s just how hot you make me, my sexy little kitten.”
“Please...I need…” The words can’t come out of your mouth when he teases you by rubbing the tip up and down your slit.
“Hmm? What do you need, baby?”
You whimper. “I need you...please…”
“Me? What do you need me for?” he teases.
You kick your legs a little in frustration. “I need your cock, Daddy. I need you inside me. Please, I need you so bad!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he replies smoothly, He positions himself above you, your breasts grazing his chest, and slowly, carefully slides into you. You lift your hips to help ease him in and moan all the way. “Oh, yeah...you’re so huge,” you mewl.
He chuckles devilishly and gets on top of you, holds your head and kisses you passionately as his hips start to move. You grunt between his lips and throw your hands on his back, grinding your fingernails against him. You lean your head back, forcing your lips away, and you grunt, “Oh, don’t stop!”
His lips drag down to your neck. He smashes his mouth against it, sucking on a patch of skin with the intent of leaving a mark. You bury your fingernails on his back, moaning loudly as he thrusts in you and plants deep kisses all over against your neck. He lifts one of your breasts up and swirls his tongue around it, then switches to the other one. You let out a high mewl as he does. “Yes, don’t stop,” you whimper.
Aggressively, he turns you around so you’re on top. You have to bring your hands away from his back so they don’t get trapped under him. He takes your shoulders and pushes you up, supporting you until you’re stable. “Ride Daddy’s cock, baby girl” he orders as he drops his hands. A finger traces the front of your waist. “I wanna see your pussy swallowing it.”
Without any hesitation, you obey, bouncing slowly at first. He stares at your conjoined pelvises in delight. “Good girl,” he drawls, holding your hips, then running his hands up your sides. He lifts himself up and caresses your chest, kissing both sides, tapping your nipples with his tongue. You slow down to let out a moan, so he lies back and lifts his hips to encourage you to go on. You keep going, fast as you can. He holds your hips and thrusts his hips up and down with you. “Just like that, kitten, yes, you’re such a good girl.”
You’re moaning and whimpering as a fire forms inside you. He’s moaning too. You ride him for a while, he teases your breasts with his hands or his mouth when he can, and the fire inside you blazes like it will burn you alive. “Oh, god,” you whimper. “I’m gonna…”
“Me too,” he says, grabbing your hand. “Go, baby, cum for me.”
You obey him immediately, falling on top of him. He turns you around so you’re on the bottom. He thrusts in you a few more times, grunting louder each time, and your juices leak out onto both your hips. Soon he stops and melts. You feel a load rush into you, fanning the flames inside you, as he smashes his lips against your chest. You’re crying in ecstasy and bliss, and he slides out of you and lies beside you, breathing heavily. He takes your hand and kisses your fingers one by one. You gather the strength to flop over against him, and he welcomingly takes you in his arms. He picks up the comforter from the edge of the bed with his feet and covers you both with it with one hand. Then he pulls you in tighter, kissing your tears away. “You were wonderful, kitten,” he tells you before planting a kiss on your nose. “As always.”
You sigh. “You too,” you whisper. You shift a little into a better position in his arms and he doesn’t argue. “I missed you so much.”
“I know, baby,” he sighs, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry, I’m sticking around for a long time.” He kisses your eyebrow, your forehead, your other eyebrow, rubbing his fingers gently on your back. You yawn, melting into the mattress. He smiles and kisses the side of your lips. “Get some sleep, honey.”
“Promise you won’t be gone when I wake up?” you plead.
He nods solemnly. “I’ll admit it. I need some sleep, too.”
The lights shut off, and you fall asleep almost immediately in his arms.