kinks/dynamics:

i think orgasm control is the closest? if anyone knows what to label this as, lmk
(someone suggested control play?)

Dom/sub
sub!reader

note:
this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long and i can't look at it anymore lmao
if there are any major mistakes, point em out so i can fix it
otherwise gonna come back at some point and edit it

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Once Tony allowed you to look again, the room was only illuminated by the hidden LED stripes in the ceiling and underneath the bed frame. He had set up the TV, draped the fluffy bankets over the bed and had the controller ready.

After he settled against the headboard, he motioned for you to follow and rest against his chest. With his right hand he started roaming over your back, digging into your shoulders, just to finally come around and close his hand around your throat.

Just moving lightly around, without taking his palm from your throat, got you worked up already. He didn't squeeze, didn't tigheten his hand around your neck, just held you in place, reminding you where you belonged.

Tony started kissing over your neck, sucking here and there, but without ever really leaving a mark.
You knew he was teasing, he loved giving marks just as much as you loved seeing them afterwards.

His other hand had traveled south in the meantime, always coming back up to play with your nipples, twisting and flicking at them lightly. Just because he knew how sensitive you were.
Finally he placed his hand over your groin, the warmth of his palm radiating through your boxers.

"Take them off."

Hastily you complied, almost ripping them off and throwing them somewhere into the room.

His fingers first stroked softly over your dick, keeping the pressure light, too light to be enough.
He let his hand trail further down and circled your hole, barely breaching, never far enough to give any of that relieving pleasure you wanted so badly.

"You remember the rules?"

You nodded, fixating your eyes on the controller that laid on the fuzzy blanket next to you.

"Tell me the rules again."

"I have to play. If I want pleasure, I have to win. I get a kiss per kill. If I die or lose.. y-you get rougher."

"Good boy."

Even at the smallest of praise you couldn't help but beam at him. You were weak like that.

Tony hadn't stopped for one moment playing with you, his fingers finally prodding deeper than just the tip of his finger, but you knew better than to just grind back into his touch.
With his left arm he reached past you, grabbed the controller for the PS5.

When he leaned back, he embraced you from behind and started scrolling through the menu.

"I'll even let you choose the game.  You were so good for me today, baby", he softly kissed the nape of your neck.

Tony still didn't offer you the controller, but slowed down his scrolling for you to be able to follow.

There was a new game. Since you hadn't asked him to buy it for you, he must've gotten it for you. It wasn't the typical kind of game you used for this stuff though.
You bit your lip, trying to decide whether to push your luck with asking if you could play that one.

"May I.."

"What is it, puppy?"

"May I play that one?"

He paused.
"You want to play F1?"

"I've seen you race in Monacco.."

"You liked seeing me race, huh."

You nodded, trying to convince him you quickly adapted the usual rules to the game.
"Losing a place could be dying, gaining one equals a kill and finishing first..."

"... if you finish first you get to decide how you want my dick."

Excitement cursed through your veins.

"Alright. Colour?"

"Green", you immediately answered, eager to finally start.

He didn't say anything else, only placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward, so that you laid on your stomach, the soft blanket barely providing any friction for your hard cock.

He let one hand travel up and down your thighs, stroke your butt cheeks, give one slap on the right.
Then he gave you the controller.

"Do a quali. I want you to start in the middle of the grid."

This meant more chances of being overtaken, oppose to having to start in the back. Starting in the front wouldn't have given you the chance to overtake yourself.

Without saying anything, you tried to sneak yourself the Mercedes. Obviously he knew what you were up to. The slap sounded more hurtful than it was.

"You're going to race in an AlphaTauri."

That was just unfair. You let out a little whine of disagreement, which earned you another slap.

"Alright, you can choose between a McLaren and a RedBull. I'm already being way too kind. Look at what you're doing to me, angel."

Grinning to yourself you selected the RedBull, going with Verstappen.
That earned you another slap on your left butt cheek, making you grunt softly.
He knew those were good choices.

"Start the game."

You going into Qualifying meant nothing more than teasing for you. 18 minutes of nothing but light touches, a bit of teeth here and there but nothing you really wanted.

Perfectly timed he slid one finger all the way in once the lights were out. You came ninth in the quali, so you had to watch out at the start.
You got lucky and slid through inbetween a Racing Point and an AlphaTauri, gaining you two places.

He added another finger, fucking you with them with just the right speed. Gaining two places meant two kisses, he leaned forward to kiss you softly on the lips. Just a small reward for gaining two places.

"Well done, angel", he murmured and kneeded your butt cheek with his free hand, pulling your cheeks apart so your hole was completely exposed. Unwillingly you clenched around him and let out a little whine, trying to grind into his fingers.

He pushed you down forcefully, making it impossible for you to move.

Gasly overtook you, just as his fingers hit your spot.
"Fuck", you whimpered as he picked up speed, caring less about pleasure. He was only driving his fingers in and out of you, roughly.
You lost your concentration even further; Mazepin overtook you. Embarrassing on so many levels.

He added one more finger. Which would've been fine, if he didn't go so fast, but now it was just an uncomfortable stretch.

You tried your best to focus. You only had 13 laps to get to the front and now you were at nine again. But Tony did as he pleased and fucked his fingers in and out of you, going deeper every thrust.

Mazepin and, fuck, whoever was in front of him, crashed.

"Lucky", Tony breathed into your ear as you drove past them trying to get back on the track, and kissed you twice. His fingers settled into a more enjoyable pace, he even added more lube. Must be feeling extra kind today, you thought to yourself dryly.

His fingers had been too distracting, at times you barely stumbled back from the edge of your orgasm. You'd stayed in the same position through the rest of the race.
Which was a shame, really. Because now he could still do whatever he wanted.

"Mhm", Tony hummed, mouthing hot kisses over your neck and down your spine. You couldn't help the shiver as you collapsed against the soft blanket, controller still loosely in your hands but long forgotten as he kept driving his fingers in and out of you.

You didn't care anymore, it was becoming too much, too much to handle.
"Please", you said softly, voice thin. He bit your left ass cheek. "Fuck, please", your voice broke.

"Please what?", he asked sharply. And you'd known he was gonna ask that, yet you'd hoped he would spare you.

"Please fuck me, Tony", you breathed heavily.

He scissored his fingers one last time, spreading your hole and fuck, fuck you felt how loose he'd fingered you.

Head still pressed against your forearms you felt him reposition himself behind you and finally, fucking finally, felt the blunt head of his cock press against you. Your asshole fluttered helplessly, as if it wanted to lure him inside and Tony gripped your hips just a notch tighter. You knew what you looked like right now, and it was doing things to him.

If you weren't so completely and utterly wrecked you would've teased him about it.

Tony pushed inside, stretching your sloppy hole still after fingering you loose for over half an hour. He went in one single push, gentle and slow until he bottomed out. After getting fucked by his fingers he didn't need to be gentle, but still he moved in agonizingly careful thrusts. You whined and tried to push back, meeting him halfway to deepen the thrust.
Instantly his hands tightened around your hips, denying you any control.

"You lost that privilege the second you lost the game, angel. You're just gonna take me now. Just like that. Beautiful."

For a few minutes he just kept slowly fucking you, showering you with "good boy"s and "you take me so well"s and "so beautiful"s.

"Tony", you whined into the mattress, "Tony..."

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

"Tony", you grunted as he hit your overstimulated prostate again, "I'm... I'm close, please", you managed.

He chuckled softly. "Wait, baby. You can wait for a bit, can't you? For me?"

Your stomach did it's usual weird flip at his words. You nodded.

"Can you?"

You groaned, "Yes."

"Good boy."

Tony picked up his pace, slamming down into you, taking what he needed to reach his peak.
"Just like that, baby. You're doing so well."

Greedily you pushed back against him, "Can you...?"

"What, baby?", Tony stroked over your back in a soothing motion.

"Inside me?"

Despite his fast pace you felt his cock twitch inside of you.
"Anything for you, sweetheart", he almost growled into your ear.
As if he didn't already do that, now he really neglected your pleasure and just drove into you, chasing his own pleasure.
After a couple of cruel thrusts Tony stilled deep inside of you, pumping his cum into you with a soft grunt. As his cock kept pulsing deep inside of you he started to grow more gentle already, carding his fingers through your hair.
"Touch yourself", he instructed.

With only a couple of strokes you came around Tony's cock, clenching down on it and collapsing onto the mattress.
You felt Tony trying to slip out already, about to turn you on your side for cuddles.

"Hold on", you slurred.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?", he asked immediately, already a touch of concern in his voice.

"'m fuckin amazing, Tony. Can you.. just keep it inside for a bit longer?", you asked hesitantly.
The stretch, that was barely a stretch anymore at this point, was too delicious and you needed to keep feeling him inside of you. Just for a little bit longer.

"Course, baby", he kissed the space behind your ear and moved you so that he could stay inside of you and press close to your back.

Tony knew you'd be drifting off in the hazey afterglow, so he simply covered you in gentle kisses and softly stroking over your body, before he checked in with you.

"You did great, puppy", he praised, making you feel tingly all over again.
"But I'm gonna have to pull out-", you started whining involuntarily. If you weren't still somewhat drifting in and out of subspace, it would've been a sound you'd get embarassed over.
"None of that, I need you to drink some water and maybe eat some fruits, baby", Tony chided softly.
Him and his stupid, loving aftercare.