$ log - tony stark skimmed over the M&A contract with you; he missed out some key details that will surely bite him back!
$ warn --nsfw --gn!reader -- dom!reader --top!reader --sly!reader --sub!tony --darkfic --dubcon --power-imbalance --free-use --semi-public-play --handjob --edging --dirty-talk --light-humiliation --kinda-bratty!tony --teasing --exhibitionism --control-play --breaking-down-his-ego
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Upon the formal ratification of this Merger and Acquisition agreement, the acquiring party (Stark Industries) hereby grants the merging entity (The User) unrestricted, unconditional, and immediate ‘Free Use rights’ to the principal representative of the subsidiary.
This clause supersedes all previous social, professional, or temporal boundaries. Access may be exercised at any time, in any setting, without prior notice.
Tony didn’t read the fine print. Why would he? He was too busy drinking in the sight of you. A predatory, appreciative gleam in his eyes appeared as you slid the document across the mahogany desk. He signed it with a flourish and a nonchalant, devastating grin, his gaze never leaving your lips.
To him, it was just another win, another empire expanded. He had no idea he’d just become an asset.
The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of crystal. Tony was in his element, the centre of a glittering constellation of socialites and investors, looking every bit the untouchable titan. He caught your eye from across the room, offering that signature, cocky smirk that said he knew exactly how much wanted him.
He had no fucking clue that you were about to collect on his debt.
As the orchestra swelled, you slipped through the crowd, weaving past a senator and a tech mogul until you reached him. Without a word of warning, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards a heavy velvet curtain that shielded a secluded alcove just off the main stage.
“Woah, hey, darling, the speech is in five minutes—” Tony started, his voice a playful lilt, but the words died in his throat as you pressed him back against the wall.
Before he could process the sudden shift in intensity, your hands were moving with practiced, ruthless efficiency. You unbuttoned his designer slacks, the fabric sliding down his hips with a suddenness that made his breath hitch.
His eyes widened, the cocky billionaire persona fracturing into pure shock, “What are you—is this a new game? If it is, the time is a little… aggressive, don’t you think?” he tried to chuckle, to regain that effortless Stark swagger. But the sound was strangled as your hand slid inside, wrapping firmly around his cock.
Oh, lord, that was a painful dry tug.
“It’s not a game.” you whispered, leaning in so close that your lips brushed his ear. You took mild mercy on him, thumb rubbing the head to gather drops of precum, lathering it like makeshift lube onto him.
Gosh, and he was already leaking at the sight of you? You’re going to have lots of fun with this one.
“It’s a contract. Section 6.7, remember?” your voice was as sultry, dangerous velvet, as you continued, “Every merger, every acquisition, grants the partner unrestricted, immediate, and total physical access. No matter the venue. No matter the time.”
His eyes widened, the cocky glint momentarily replaced by a flash of genuine, panicked realisations. He looked down at your hand, which was already working him a rhythmic intensity, almost making his knees tremble beneath the fine fabric of his suit.
“Wait! What? That-that was a sub clause! A technicality!” he hissed, his voice a frantic, hushed whisper, as he glanced toward the heavy velvet curtains separating him from the roaring crowd of socialites and investors.
“It’s a binding legal reality, Stark,” You purred, your grip tightening, your thumb grazing the sensitive tip of his cock that made his hips jerk involuntarily. “And you signed it with such a beautiful, hungry little smile.”
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He could hear the announcer calling his name, “Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour, Tony Stark!”
Tony’s breath hitched, a desperate, jagged sound he tried to mask as a cough. He gripped the edge of a side table, knuckles turning white as you increased the pace. Your hand moved with a ruthless, expert friction that pushed him dangerously close to his stupid orgasm.
He was a man built on control, on being the smartest person, most composed person in the room. Yet here he was, being manhandled in the shadows, while his legacy waited for him under the spotlight.
“You’re… you’re fucking trouble,” he gasps, his head lulling back as your thumb applied a punishing amount of pressure to his glans. His ego was screaming, fighting the urge to moan loudly enough for the front row to hear. But his body was a traitor, pulsing rhythmically against your palm.
“I’m just a person collecting what they’re owed,” You murmured, your voice vibrating right through his skin, as you hovered your lips over his bare neck. Not exactly kissing him, just enough for him to feel your presence.
Tony’s head thrashed back against the wall, his eyes rolling shut as he fought the strong urge to just thrust into your hand, while he spouts more frustrations. “You’re just a fucking—god’s sake, ah— you’re a nuisance!”
He could hear the muffled roar of the crowd through the curtains, the clinking of champagne flutes, and the announcer’s voice booming. He was cheerily talking grand about him, a futile attempt to keep the audience entertained during Tony’s rather late entrance.
“Don’t you dare lose it now, Stark,” you teased, your eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. You leaned in closer, breathing hot against his ear, watching his composure crumble. “If you cum right here, in the dark, while the world is watching your every move on those giant screens… well, the stain on those custom tailored trousers will be a very public testament to your lack of attention to detail.”
Barely any of your words made it into his muddled mind; he was teetering on the edge of a precipice, his entire body coiled with a desperate need to erupt. His grip on the side table, tightening even more, trying so damn hard to keep himself upright.
“You’re a sadistic little genius,” he managed to choke out, a desperate, breathless laugh escaping him, even as he felt the overwhelming pressure building in his groin.
“I’m just a businessperson, and business is booming,” you finished, your voice dropping to a low commanding hum. You didn’t slow down; instead you accelerated, your palm swirling around his cock at a relentless speed.
Tony let out a sound that was half groan, half whimper, his eyes snapping open to find yours. They were blown wide, dark with desperate, unbridled lust that he was fighting tooth and nail to suppress. He looked absolutely wrecked, the billionaire playboy replaced by a man on the brink of total, humiliating collapse.
“The lights…” he gasped, his chest heaving, as he tried to draw in enough air to stay conscious. “The damn lights, Y/N… if I… if I blow…”
“Then, you’ll just have to stand there and endure it,” you whispered, your eyes dancing with mischief as you gave him one final, sharp tug that sent a jolt of electricity through his entire frame, almost forcing a shout from his lungs. He clenched his jaw so hard that you could see the muscle leaping in his cheek. He was right there: on the razor’s edge of a messy, public catastrophe.
“I’ll—I’ll kill you,” he breathed, though there was no heat in the threat, only a desperate, trembling need. His hips gave a traitorous, involuntary twitch upwards, seeking the friction he was being denied the right to fully embrace.
“You’ll do no such thing,” you firmly commanded, while suddenly slowing your hand to an agonisingly slow, teasing crawl, just as he was about cum. You felt him shudder, a low, frustrated whine vibrating in his chest. “You’ll walk out there, you’ll give your little speech, you’ll charm the world, and you’ll keep that ache simmering in your gut. Think of it as a little extra motivation for your next acquisition.”
You gave him one final slow swirl of your thumb over his weeping tip, feeling the frantic pulse of his cock against your palm, silently begging. Tony let out a tiny whimper, his head lulled back against the wall, trying to stop his eyes rolling back. He was vibrating, a live wire of unadulterated tension, teetering on the dulling edge.
“Five seconds, Mr. Stark!” the stage manager called out from the other side of the curtain.
“Go,” you whispered, a wicked smirk playing on your lips as you finally released him. You pulled your hand away, leaving him cold and desperately unfulfilled. “Go be the hero. We’ll see if you can keep that billionaire swagger while you’re practically throbbing out of pleasure.”
He stood there for a moment, paralysed, his chest thieving as he desperately tried to pull his slacks back into place and smooth the fabric over himself. His face was flushed a frantic, feverish red that he would have to pray the stage lights would mask as mere ‘charismatic energy’.
He looked at you, his eyes burning with a mixture of profound frustration and terrifyingly intense hunger, a silent promise that you were going to pay for this eventually.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Y/N,” he hissed, his voice still trembling as he straightened his blazer, trying to reclaim the armour of his ego. He took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing the billionaire playboy back into his skin, though the slight shake in his hands betrayed him.
With a final, lingering look of heated desire, he turned and stepped through the curtains.
Sex scene with Christine Everhart (0:09:00): Tony on his back, Christine is sitting on him, leading.
Deleted scene (supposed to be at 0:14:00) “Tony and Rhodey on Stark Jet” (1:25): a «flight attendant» blindfolds Tony before taking him to the bedroom.
Iron Man 2:
Alternate Opening (Deleted Scene – that moment is not on the Disney+ version of the opening, so check on YouTube): so Tony likes spanking, huh… That’s not the only “spanking” moment, read further.
The Avengers:
0:27:25 – Pepper is whispering something in Tony's ear, and we can tell by the look on Tony's face that she will do this to him in the bedroom after the job is done. If we check Gag Reel video for the movie in the first scene we can hear Tony commenting “Dirty, filthy. Fine, suits me” to Pepper’s promises.
Iron Man 3:
0:03:35 - Maya takes off glasses from Tony and pulls him by his scarf into a kiss.
1:18:50 - Tony is tied to a bed in Killian’s lab. Maya says “It’s just like old times, huh?”. Tony replies “Oh, yeah. With zip ties. It’s a ball.”
Avengers: Infinity War:
0:14:35 - Cloak of Levitation smacks Tony for leaning on the Cauldron of Cosmos. Tony turns around and looks at Strange and his hand, thinking that it was him. He replies with “I’m… going to allow that”.
Bratty!ftm!Tony who's been trying to get our attention ALL day, but we're too busy to pay attention to him, until he starts grinding on our thigh.
-another one from yours truly, 👾
im imagining 😵💫😵💫😵💫!
i’m genuinely surprised no one has brought up thigh riding on this blog tbh bc,, just look at the material!!
tony, who’s fed up with being rid of attention, rids himself of his underwear and climbs into your lap. seeing as you work with tony and mostly in the lab, PDA isn’t a huge problem. normally, you wouldn’t have a problem with him randomly climbing into your lap. and honestly there was no problem this time, though you could feel how wet he was through the fabric of your pants.
you look towards him and he’s blissed out of his mind. his bare, slick cunt is grinding back and forth on your thigh. “o-oh so now i have your attention?” he asks, cheeks dusting with red as his hands clutch at your shirt to keep himself grounded.
“i’ve been neglecting my baby too much, haven’t i?” you asked with faux sympathy. he nods, thighs twitching as his clit catches on the rough fabric. you hum. your hand comes down to his clit and you use your thumb to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud of his clit.
“my sensitive baby, you needed this didn’t you?” you hummed, helping tony move along your thigh. “i-i did,” he agrees, voice high and cracked as he nears an orgasm. “go ahead, sweet thing. i wanna watch you fall apart on my thigh..” you murmur, rubbing at his clit faster.
tony leans forward so that he’s bracing his weight onto you. “‘m gonna cum, oh my God,” he whimpered, breathing harshly. “come on baby, make a mess. just like that,” you urge, feeling his clit throb under the pad of your thumb.
he holds his breath, cumming and soaking the fabric underneath him. “there you go, love. let it out for me,” you talk him through it and he breathes harshly as he whines. “never ignore me again,” he mutters against your shoulder. you pull him into your chest. “i wouldn’t dream of it love.”
tony’s favourite thing to do is sit prettily at peter’s feet while he gags himself on peter’s fingers. peter’s not even paying attention to him, just hooked his middle fingers over his jaw and rubs his fingers lazily against tony’s tongue while drool drips from his open mouth and onto the floor below. peter will make him clean it up with his tongue once their done.
Summary: ***Dom’s/Sub’s are rated from 1-10 based on their needs and care requirements***
Tony Stark was... Different.
Because of this he’s known for a long time he’d grow old alone. No Dom in the world would ever want him, and that was fine, he didn’t need one anyway.
Then the attack on New York happens. Tony gains the family he never knew he wanted, friends he never wants to lose, and a Dominant that won’t be chased away.
Seriously, Tony does everything possible but that annoying Captain America won’t leave him the hell alone!
Why I'm Reccing: Oh man. This fic. So, I had dabbled in dom/sub fics in other fandoms, but they were never very good. So I had taken to kind of avoiding them.
But then I came across this fic and the summary intrigued me. So, this was my first dom/sub Stony fic. And let me tell you, it's a good one! There's a lot of great dom/sub fics in Stony, and I'm actually more of a sub Steve kinda gal now. BUT...this fic is incredible. I went back and reread it and I think I actually enjoyed it even more the second time.
This fic is actually really sweet. Tony is convinced that due to his rare submissive category, he will never be able to find true love. So he has built up a lot of walls and defenses over the decades in an effort to prevent getting his heart broken.
This fic is, for the most part, a really sweet fic about Steve slowly but surely wearing down all those walls Tony has built around himself and his heart, and you'll be reading all these cute and caring interactions, and then bam! It will just hit you right in the face with the HOTTEST paragraph ever. And these aren't even necessarily smutty paragraphs, but they are still just so incredibly hot.
This is a slow burn where the build-up to Tony and Steve declaring their feelings is so well done, like amazing foreplay. And when Tony and Steve finally get to the point where they are ready to admit how they feel, we go from Bratty!Tony and Patient!Steve to Jealous!Tony and Possessive!Steve and it is so good, and so hot, and by the time they finally get in bed, it's been building up to it for so long, you'll be feeling just as frustrated (and then satisfied) as Tony does.
I think this is a great beginner dom/sub fic, if you haven't ventured into that side of smutty fandom yet. I mean, it was my first, and now it's one of my favorite genres. But even if you've read a ton of dom/sub (even if you prefer sub Steve like I do), I highly recommend this fic. (Dom Steve is hot as fuck in this fic.)
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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.
