Fucking Tease: Tony Padilla Imagine (Smut - Female Reader)
Request: Can you do (Dios, si, Him saying super cute/hot things to you, and you love it even if you can’t understand if he whispers it in Spanish half the time, Scratching at his tattoos,) smut
Request: Are you still taking requests if so can you do Even as gentle as he is, Tony is super into giving you hickeys on and around your neck and Him saying super cute/hot things to you, and you love it even if you can’t understand if he whispers it in Spanish half the time smut with a female character
Request: Hello if your still doing requests can you do one were a female character has been teasing Tony all day. Then Tony pulls her away or skips to give what she’s been asking for *wink wink* smut
A/N: Not sure if this was the same person requesting the top two, but it’s pretty much the same imagine based off my smut headcanons. Out of my 12 current requests, seven are smut hahaha
God, Tony wanted nothing more than to just lead you up to his room, press you against the wall, kiss you and do unspeakable sins to you. He certainly wasn’t regretting your company after asking you to help fix up someone’s car, but he had a deadline. This transmission had to be replaced tonight for the business man. You were making it a little tough, though.
“Gatito, grab me the 24 millie wrench,” he requested. You held up the silver tool, running the cool metal down his arm before setting it in his left hand. Tony gazed up at you, a small knowing smirk on his face.
You smiled at him as he leaned down to the engine. “What?”
Tony simply shook his head with a small grin. You held onto a bottle of transmission fluid as you leaned against the front of the car, watching him work. He had his stained work shirt pulled halfway up his muscled forearms, something that somehow managed to make him look even hotter than usual.
Even at school today. Sitting in English class minding his own business, your boyfriend got the gift of you subtly running your fingernails down his sides, kissing and grazing your teeth against his wrist, trailing your hands up and down his thigh when nobody was watching. It was as if you were determined to let the whole school- and maybe even his family- a sight of him with a hard-on in his jeans.
Tony turned to his desk to grab a few bolts. He asked for the grease on the floor behind you, and you gently handed it to him, resting your chin on his shoulder from behind. You looked up at him with a small smile, and he looked over at you out of the corner of his eye. He raised an eyebrow, greasing up the bolts.
You backed up again, leaning against the front of the open-hood car once more. You rested your palms on the bumper, watching Tony move around. He came back towards you, where you were conveniently in his way of reaching the transmission. He raised an eyebrow again as he moved closer to you. “You’re in my way,” he declared calmly.
“Am I?” You asked, looking around in mock confusion. Tony gave a brief cock of his eyebrows and an amused look of Fine as he moved up towards you.
The boy leaned against you, his hips just barely fitting between your legs as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. He worked on putting the bolts back in place as he leaned against you.
You could smell oil in Tony’s shirt, you could smell his deodorant and hours-old cologne. You could feel his soft skin on your shoulder, his arm leaning against your stomach as he held onto the car, casually reaching for the transmission around you. You could feel a hard tent in his jeans rubbing against the inside of your thigh, moving slightly as he shifted to work on the car’s transmission. You bit down on your lip, leaning forward slightly to press against him more.Tony responded by pressing against you harder, one hand still on the bumper and one on the transmission. You leaned towards his neck, grazing your lips and teeth across, biting down gently. Tony let out a small silent sigh, pressing his hips against you harder. The bulge in his pants rubbed roughly against the bundle of nerves under your thin leggings, making you stifle a gasp. Shivers ran down your thighs as you pressed your hips harder against Tony’s.
Your boyfriend suddenly turned and walked away, seemingly losing interest. However, you could still see that rather large tent in his jeans as he turned around again to pick up his transmission fluid.
“Tony,” a loud voice called from the entrance to Tony’s garage shop. “You almost done with that? Mister Rendon needs it by eight!”
Tony turned back to his desk, trying to avoid his father seeing the hard-on he had. “Si, papá!”
“Good.” The entrance door shut again, signalling the man’s leaving.
Tony picked up a screwdriver and transmission fluid, turning back to you. He approached you close enough for you to smell the watermelon gum on his breath from earlier. He looked you straight in the eyes, almost whispering as he spoke. “If you can behave for twenty minutes, Gatito, I can promise you that you won’t regret it.”
You crossed your arms playfully, still leaning against the car. “And if I can’t?”
“Well,” Tony shrugged, making a face as if he was entertaining the thought. “I guess you won’t be getting anything from me after, then.”
You made an expression that almost resembled a pout before you moved out of Tony’s way. He leaned over the front of the car, giving you a rather nice view of his ass as you hopped up to sit on his desk.
It had to have been at least ten or fifteen minutes before Tony stood back up and closed the hood of the car. You swung your legs back and forth underneath you as you watched him, waiting for him to be finished. Tony began organizing his tools in his drawers before coming closer to you. He looked up at you with a small mix between a smirk and a smile as you still sat on his desk. Smiling, you leaned over to gently press your lips against his.
Tony kissed you back, his left hand against the side of your face gently as his fingertips brushed across your jawline. You leaned farther against him, slowly trailing your fingers down his chest. His old work shirt was thin and frayed and rough, but you could still feel his muscled tense chest. His stomach twitched as your hands ran down his abdomen and rested on his belt.
“Ah,” he stopped you, leaning back. “I said twenty minutes. And it has been,” Tony stared down at his watch, a playful and teasing smile on his face. “Sixteen and a half.”
You opened your mouth in silent protest, crossing your arms. “Not fair! You finished the car!”
“Ah, yes,” Tony nodded, stepping away to put away his transmission fluid and wheel lever. “But I said twenty minutes. So you have to wait for three more.”
You huffed playfully, swinging your legs and pouting. He was going to tease you like you’d done to him all day. You were hoping you could have made him frustrated enough to finish working quickly so he could go fuck you until you couldn’t speak.
“Tony,” you whined, dragging out his name as he quite obviously only found busy work to do.
The boy turned with a small smile, standing in front of you with one hand on each side of your hips on the desk. “What, are you a little now?”
You stared at him with crossed arms as if to say Really?
Tony smiled and chuckled at you, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m only kidding, Gatito.”
“Mhm,” you hummed stubbornly, wanting to keep teasing him like you had before- with many more opportunities now that you were alone. But then as Tony said, you ‘wouldn’t get anything from him.’ Instead you sighed and kept your arms crossed.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Tony leaned on the desk more, still standing directly in front of you with his arms on each side of you. “I had to deal with this bullshit all day from you,” he laughed, his wild messy hair getting in his face. “I think twenty minutes is fair enough for you to have to wait.”
You still kept your arms crossed as you looked Tony in the eyes. As you gazed down slightly, you could still see the rather painful-looking hard-on in his pants. Looking back up at Tony’s face, his messy hair gave him his sinful after-sex look, making you want him to fuck you more. You slowly leaned forward, watching him look down at your lips. Your half-open eyes shut gently as you leaned forward against him more, his lips moving gently against yours. He held both of his hands to the sides of your face, gently pulling you closer to him as he stood up straighter.
Tony’s lips slowly began moving down, trailing his teeth across your jawline and sucking on the side of your neck as your nerves tingled. You bit down on your bottom lip harshly as Tony bit and sucked on the sensitive part of your neck, tingles and shivers going down your spine. “Fuck, Tony,” you exhaled in a whisper.
The Latino boy against you hummed against your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark on your skin. One of your hands rested in his hair, and the other gently pulled him up my brushing up on his jawline. You pressed your lips against his again, and you could feel his warm lips kissing you more roughly this time. His hands moved around your back, pulling you up by your hips. He lifted you off the desk and held you in his arms, hands on your ass as he continued roughly moving his lips against yours. God, that working out and the boxing lessons were definitely working wonders for him.
Tony seemed to effortlessly turn, still not disconnecting from your lips. Your breathing was shallow and ragged as you leaned against him in his arms. You felt yourself leaning back as Tony bent forward, lying you down on the hood of the car with him between your thighs. You kept one hand in Tony’s messy, thick, soft hair, gently pulling on it as he moved his hips against you in slow circles. He bit down gently on your bottom lip, pulling on it as you did the same to him.
You pulled your hand from his hair, lifting your other off the hood of the car to trail your fingertips down his chest. You moved your smaller hands over his belt buckle, opening it and unbuttoning his jeans with a quiet snap. After pulling down the zipper of his dark jeans, his black Calvin Klein boxers were the only thing holding back his hard-on.
“No,” Tony mumbled. “There is no way in hell I’m fucking you on a client’s car.” The boy chuckled, moving his lips off of yours. He stood up a little straighter, his hair even messier, his eyes and lips darker. You still lied with your back against the cold metal, your chest rising and falling dramatically with each ragged breath as you watched the incredibly attractive boy on top of you stand up taller.
You followed Tony up, still leaning against the bumper of the car as you came face-to-face with him again. “We could head upstairs to my room.”
You bit down on your lip, nodding. “Won’t we have to make it past your parents, though?” You asked softly, barely audible.
“It’s more my brothers I’m worried about,” he declared quietly with a chuckle.
You grinned, standing up and laughing silently at Tony as he tried to conceal his problem while zipping up his pants. He buckled his belt, leading you out of his garage.
You followed Tony through his house, a place you had been many times. His father had just recently gotten home from work, when he had asked Tony if he was almost done with the car. Tony’s mother was in the kitchen cutting up foods. Tony held gently onto your hand as he lead you almost past the kitchen with a passing comment of “Hey, mama.”
“Tony! Did you finish Senor Rendon’s car? I didn’t know (Y/N) was here,” the woman said in her thick Mexican accent.
“She was helping me with the car, it’s all finished, Senor Rendon can pick it up any time.”
Mrs. Padilla nodded, smiling at you. “It’s very nice to see you, querida.”
“You, too, Mrs. Padilla,” you nodded with a small smile. Although you loved Tony’s mother as your own, you just wanted to get upstairs with Tony.
The woman’s mouth went wide. “Oh, Dios! What is that, querida?” Mrs. Padilla pointed. You realized she was pointing to the side of your neck. You put your hand there, feeling the sensitive nerves. Tony had to have left a hickey. You looked at your boyfriend with a look of Really, Tony?
Tony could only look at you with a slightly apologetic smile. “Oh, Tony Mateo Padilla! You better be nice to your novia! This is a very nice girl, you better not be contaminating her with any of these marks, you are no puta hombre! I am sure she will not appreciate it!”
“Yes, mama,” Tony nodded, no longer seeming as the tough, short, leather-jacket wearing guy he was. He only nodded and agreed with his mother.
“Now, (Y/N), would you like to stay for dinner, chica? I’m making chicken tinga tostatidas.”
“Ah, I would love to if I have time, ma’am, Tony and I have a, uh, project to work on for Mister Porter.”
“All right, then go on, you two,” the woman shook her head.
Tony and you nodded, finally getting to head up towards his room. Tony let you inside first, then locked the door behind him. You were greeted by him gently pushing your shoulders until you were against the wall. He pressed his lips against yours, gently at first until he turned rougher again. You took handfuls of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you moved your lips against each other’s. Tony’s teeth grazed across your bottom lip, pulling gently on it.
Tony’s hands were on your sides, running up and down your skin over your shirt. Your hands pulled him closer, pulling tighter on Tony’s work shirt. Putting his hands on your shoulders, Tony turned you, leaning you against the edge of his mattress. You disconnected your lips from his to sit up on his bed and gently pull him forwards by his shirt. Tony climbed up onto his bed with you, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. You pulled your own shirt off, then leaned back on Tony’s bed. Tony hovered over you, on his hands and knees, leaning forward against you until you were completely flat on your back on his bed.
You rested your hands on the sides of Tony’s neck, pressing your lips roughly against his again. Tony moved his hands around your sides, gently taking the clasp of your bra between your back and the bed. He pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes, giving you the opportunity to protest as he slowly took off the fabric. You brought your hands to Tony’s face, kissing him again and pressing your body further against his. Tony gently pressed your hips down against the bed.
“Tony,” you breathed out airily as the boy on top began kissing and biting and sucking down to your collarbone. Your nerves tingled and sent small waves of pleasure down your spine, making you trail your shaking fingernails down his bare chest. Tony’s chest and stomach twitched against your hands before you brought them down to his belt. Unbuckling Tony’s belt again, you pulled on his jeans until they were even lower on his muscled hips. You grazed your fingernails down the traces of the V-line on Tony’s hips, pressing against his perfect caramel-coloured skin harder as he pressed his hands against your breasts.
Tony pulled his hands briefly off of you to remove his pants, tossing them to his floor. He bit down on your collarbone, making your breath hitch as your nail scratched against the skin on Tony’s hips.Tony pressed his lips and teeth roughly all over your skin, and you pushed your hips up against him more. “Tony,” you whined out softly.
“What’s wrong, Gatito?” The boy looked down at you, a small smirk on his face.
“Tony,” you breathed out airily, “Please.”
“Please what?” Tony chuckled, pressing his lips gently to the side of yur neck where a hickey was. “Please stop?”
“No,” you whined, “Just… Fuck me, Tony.”
“Well, all you had to do was ask,” he laughed softly, holding your face in his hands and kissing you roughly.
You whined against Tony’s lips, running your hands down his toned chest. “I’ve been trying all day… Fuck me, please,” you whined out quietly.
Tony made a soft and deep growl against your neck, resting his hands over the hem of your leggings. You pulled them off, leaving you both in only your underwear. Tony trailed his calloused and soft hands down your sensitive stomach, only to stop at your panties. You brushed your hips up, trying to only get more friction against him. You felt Tony smile against your neck as he traced circles around your pelvis, teasing you. He soon brought two of his practiced fingers right over your clit through the fabric, giving you some of the long-needed attention.
As Tony began moving his fingers around in circles over you, you could feel waves of pleasure coursing from your stomach through your back. Your thighs and hips shook against Tony’s as he kept his hand on your clit over your underwear. Your breath becoming even more shallow, you reached down to the thick hem of Tony’s boxers. Your hand dipped down under the cloth, brushing against his member. moving your hand in a more focused motion, you felt Tony push his hand against you harder, and his teeth bit down on your neck. Your breath hitched, and Tony ran his teeth against your neck. Your entire body was shaking with the pleasure Tony was almost teasing you with.
As you pushed your hips up, Tony took his hand off of you before reaching down into your panties. He pulled them off, tossing them on the floor with your other clothes. He began carefully moving down, down farther, leaving bite marks and kisses. Your back arched up towards him, your hand leaving his boxers as he moved farther down. Tony held your thighs in each hand, pressing a rough kiss to your hip. His teeth grazed against the skin on your hip, and you brought your hips up, wanting more of him. Tony gave a gentle grin against your hip, holding your thighs slightly harder.
Pleasure surged through you as the flat of Tony’s tongue hit your clit. Your breath hitched as your thighs shook, brushing against Tony harder. He moved his tongue roughly in circles on you. You let out an airy whine, holding back loud moans and groans as the good feelings rushed up your spine. One hand held onto Tony’s blankets, the other going to his hair. Your chest rose and fell dramatically as Tony’s tongue brought electrical tingles up your hips. You pulled on his hair, trying to be gentle and almost failing as your vision went spotted with the pleasure.
“To-Tony,” you whined out softly, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough it almost bled. “Fu-Fuck, please.”
Tony moved his tongue harder against you, letting off a hum that sent vibrations against your nerves. Your breath caught in your throat again, forcing a quiet whine out. You could feel one of Tony’s hands leave your thigh, draping your leg over his shoulder as his free hand went to his chin. He began slowly slipping one of his muscled fingers in you, still sending you close to the edge with his tongue. Your mouth fell open, silent airy screams coming from the breath in your throat. Tony dipped two fingers of his free hand into you, moving them in and out in rhythm with his tongue on your clit, sending you into pleasurable waves of bliss.
“Fuck, Tony,” you whined out, letting out a choked moan as you began failing to stay quiet. He began moving faster and rougher on you, and your hips bucked up against him. You pulled on his hair and his blankets harder, but Tony seemed unfazed by it. Your entire body was shaking with the pleasure, and you couldn’t focus on anything but Tony’s tongue and fingers on you, his hand gripping your thigh, his soft hair in your hand, his chest between your knees.
Your vision was going darker now, you half-shut lids letting your eyes roll nearly to the back of your head. Tony pressed his tongue against you harder, his fingers in you rougher- hitting just that right spot and making your throat force out a squeaky moan. You could feel your stomach twisting and twitching, only needing more of Tony to be released. You bit down harshly on your lip, brushing your hips against him again. Tony didn’t back down, still moving his tongue in rough circles.
Your mind went blank, and your entire body shook. The twisting tension in your lower stomach let go, sending extreme waves of pleasure across your entire body. Tony pulled his fingers from you, kissing your lower hip with a small smile like a kid who was proud for doing something as bad as stealing candy.
Your chest still rising and falling dramatically with each breath, one of your hands stayed in Tony’s messy and tangled hair as he crawled back up towards you. He pressed his lips against your jawline, grazing his teeth against it before kissing you. He held his hands to your sides, holding your body against his tightly as you kissed him back.
You leaned up, pushing Tony back. He took the sign and moved to his side, rolling to his back. You straddled the boy, now making it your turn on top. You bit and kissed down his neck, feeling him let out a sigh as he held you closer to him with his hands on your hips. You kissed and grazed your teeth on the skin under his star tattoos, sucking on the skin as he let off a gentle groan at the sensitivity. Your hands moved down his chest, nails gently grazing his skin and sending tingles across his hips and stomach.
“Mierda, Gatito,” he groaned out, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you tighter to his. You slowly rolled your hips down against his, giving friction against the rather large tent in his boxers. Tony moved his hips up to meet yours tighter, his breath becoming more shallow like yours. You pulled on the hem of his boxers, and he helped you to remove them and toss them away. His member stood up at you, against your hips as you rolled them down against him. Your thighs tightened more as you brushed your hips roughly against him, hands on his chest as you bit down on his collarbone.
Tony let out a soft groan, holding you tighter on top of him. “Maldita burla,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his hips up.
You let off a quiet laugh, grinning against the sensitive skin on Tony’s neck. “I still don’t speak Spanish,” you mumbled against him.”
Tony sat up, moving his hands to your back to pull you forward. You were brought only a couple inches away from his dark eyes, staring into you as he pulled you closer to his heated body. “It means you’re a fucking tease, Gatito,” he said quietly.
You grinned against Tony’s lips as he kissed you, bringing one hand into your hair. He pulled on it only gently, and you moved your hand down to his hips. You grazed your nails across his stomach again before gently wrapping your hands around his dick. You began slowly moving your hand up and down slowly, teasing him. You pulled your hand off to gently push Tony back on the bed.
Tony’s chest rose and fell slowly as he watched you, hands on your thighs on each side of his hips. You lifted yourself up, hands still on Tony’s chest as you began slowly moving down on him. You were still wet and stretched out from Tony’s hot actions on you, but you still certainly felt him being pushed inside you. The boy pulled his head back, chin towards the ceiling as he let out a soft groan, holding your thighs tightly as you lowered down onto him.
It hurt more as you finally lowered yourself to his hips, even though this certainly was not your first time. You fell forward on Tony, beginning to roll your hips up and down, scratching at his chest. Tony moved his hands from your thighs to your ass, helping you quickly move up and down. You could feel Tony pushing on you from inside, the stabbing almost-painful pleasure made you keep moving, your shallow breathing falling on his chest. Your hands clawed and scratched the top of his chest, making small white lines in the coloured skin of the tattoos on the right side of his chest. The floral pattern on his skin stretched and moved as he did and as you pulled on him. He continuously brought his hips up to meet yours, snapping up to hit against the inside of your thighs. Your legs cramped up, but it was starting to feel to good to stop.
Tony grabbed harshly and roughly at your ass, encouraging you to keep going. He had his head thrown back on the pillows, mumbling quiet incoherent things in Spanish and groaning as you whined, moans being pulled quietly from your throat.
Tony brought his head forward, rolling you over until he was on top again. You had your legs wrapped around his thighs, and he leaned on his elbows on each side of your head. Tony pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as he began rolling and snapping his hips quickly and fluidly against yours. Tony began hitting just that right spot, making your breath hitch loudly. You held onto his forearms on both sides of your head, digging your nails in. You brought your hips up to meet his with each movement as your nails dragged across the cross tattoos on his muscled forearms.
Tony draped his head down, lips slightly fallen open as he kept moving his hips against yours. His breathing was shallow and ragged, the top of his hair in your face, and his lips beginning to fall against your collarbone. “Dios, Gatito… Dios, si… Joder, te sientes tan bien, Gatito.” His voice was airy and deep.
“Fuck, Tony,” you whined, barely able to speak. Your breath was caught in your throat as waves of pleasure started from your stomach and moved up your spine in surges. The only noises you could make were the choked and soft whines and moans from your mouth.
You dragged your nails harder down Tony’s forearms before latching onto his shoulder blades, scratching down his back as amazing pleasure shook through your entire body. You could feel yourself being pushed to the edge again, and leaving marks on Tony.
Tony groaned and said something else quiet you didn’t catch. Sweat ran down both of your bodies. Tony bit down on your collarbone, muffling a loud groan. You bit your bottom lip and whined as you felt that pleasurable twisting in your lower stomach again. “Fuck, Tony… Please…. Fuck, Please, yes, God,” you squeaked out with a small squeak.
You started feeling that coiling pleasure in your stomach start to become undone, slowly at first, and then all at once. You couldn’t help but let off a loud moan from your throat as you went blind with pleasure, your entire body arching flush with Tony’s. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades more, the pleasure of the good warm waves overtaking your body. You could feel Tony quickly pull out of you, pushing your hips gently down before warm liquid splashed on your stomach.
“Fuck,” you squeaked out, your spotted vision slowly coming back as you were reduced to only spazzed-out trembles and heavy breathing. Tony fell to his elbows and knees again, leaning right over you. You could feel his breath heavy and deep on your cheek as you were finally able to start calming down. Sweat still came down your body, heated and shaky still.
Tony took a short moment to breathe before reaching with a shaky hand to his nightstand. Still trembling and barely able to move, your boyfriend pulled out tissues from a tissue box, then moved them to your stomach to help clean up the mess he’d made.
“Of course you have tissues in your nightstand,” you joked softly between pants. Tony turned to throw the dirty tissues in the small waste bin near his bed. He leaned down until he was on his side next to you, his sweaty arms around you gently. “You probably have lotion in there, too, huh?”
Tony gazed down at you, his eyes still darker and his hair still tangled from your pulling. You could just barely see the edge of red scratch marks on his shoulders from you. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“You love me,” you said softly, resting your head on his chest with a small exhausted smile.
Tony chuckled again, pressing is lips very gently to yours in a soft kiss. “You’re lucky I do, Gatito. You’re a fucking tease.”
