[Third Person Pov]
"I don't think you've ever seen my workstations here have you" Tony said as he lead Momo into his laboratory, "I have a lot of memories up in this place"
Momo chuckled behind her hand, "I can almost picture a smaller version of you running around this place with a tool or gadget in hand"
Tony motioned towards the distance, "That space belong to Melissa, that's where she worked" He walked towards a desk and sat by a chair in front of a large monitor, "And this is where I worked"
Momo sat on the table and started kicking her legs, "So this is where the legend of Iron Man began"
"Actually it began the day I was born but that's besides the point" Tony said as he laid his head on Momo's thighs, he immediately felt her hands on his head, her fingers running through his hair.
Momo started to chuckle but stopped once she saw Tony looking up at her, "What?" She asked softly.
Tony stood up and leaned forwards taking her lips on his.
Momo grew embarrassed as she pursed her lips and asked "What was that all about?"
"What, I can't suddenly kiss my girlfriend when I feel like it?" Tony questioned teasingly.
"I mean sure… But it just came out of nowhere, at least give me a warning, give me a chance to prepare myself" She answered timidly.
Tony had his hands braced at her side and leaned forwards with a casual, charming smirk, "I'm warning you now, I'm going to kiss you"
"So assertive…" She muttered, feeling flustered as she accepted the kiss, returning the gesture.
Momo's hands naturally found their way towards his face where the two continued to softly kiss. Tony's hands circled around her waist, "Do you hate it?" he asked with a confident smirk between their kisses.
Momo shook her head, unable to answer properly as her lips were occupied.
Tony pulled her closer to the edge of the table and Momo pulled back a bit with her hands on his wrist to stop him from advancing further, "Tony, we can't" She breathed heavily, "You're parents are home"
Tony gained a dangerous smirk as he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered "Doesn't that only make it more exciting?"
"No–Mmhm" She sighed as they continued to kiss, "I'm not that type of girl"
"You're, mhm, not pushing, mmh, me away" Tony said between their kisses.
Momo bit her bottom lip, staring up into Tony's domineering eyes as he held her closed. "Damn it Tony" She let out a resigned sigh, "Why can't I ever say no to you"
"Because I'm irresistible" Tony chuckled as he felt Momo's grip on him loosen.
Momo rolled her eyes as her hands went to his face again and muttered, "Just shut up and kiss me"
"Happy to comply" Tony said leaning in, his hands finding their hand towards her ass on the table.
Her breath hitched when his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her flush against him as the kiss deepened. Momo's fingers twisted in his shirt, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath the fabric. The cold metal of the laboratory table seeped through her jeans, contrasting sharply with the heat pulsing between them.
"You're so reckless," she whispered against his mouth, but the way her body arched into his contradicted the words. Tony's teeth scraped along her neck, following the line of her collarbone as his hands roamed higher under her shirt. His touch left trails of goosebumps in its wake.
The fabric of Momo's shirt gives way under Tony's deft fingers, the soft cotton lifting over her head in one smooth motion. She doesn't resist—can't resist—as he tosses it aside carelessly. Her breathing catches when his hands return, calloused palms smoothing over her bare skin. The laboratory lights cast harsh shadows across the planes of her body, turning her flushed face into something almost otherworldly.
Momo's fingers make quick work of Tony's shirt, pulling it up and over his shoulders with an urgency that betrays her earlier protests. His chest is warm against hers, the hard planes of muscle contrasting with the smooth softness of her own skin. She gasps as his mouth finds the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, teeth grazing with just enough pressure to make her toes curl. Her hands slide up his back, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles as they tense beneath her touch.
"I don't even care anymore," she murmurs, words thick with desire. Tony pulls back just enough to look down at her, his gaze dark with need. A strand of her hair has come loose from its messy bun, curling against her flushed cheek. He tucks it behind her ear with surprising tenderness before cupping her face.
"That's my girl," he says softly. The words send a shiver through her, more intimate than anything they've done so far.
Tony's strong hands grip Momo's waist, the cool metal of the lab table pressing against her bare skin as he gently lays her down. She watches him through half-lidded eyes, her breath coming in short, eager gasps. His lips find hers first, a kiss that's soft and teasing before he trails lower. His mouth brushes her chin, then her throat.
His lips move down the slope of her chest, kissing the exposed skin above her bra with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the heat in his eyes. Momo bites her lip, her fingers tangling in his hair as he dips lower, his tongue tracing the curve of her belly. She laughs breathlessly when his mouth finds her belly button, the tickle sending pleasant shivers through her body. His hands slide up her thighs, fingertips pressing into the denim of her jeans as he works his way down. When he unbuckles her belt with deliberate slowness, she arches her back slightly, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Tony..." she breathes, her fingers tightening in his hair. His name is both protest and invitation, the single syllable carrying years of history and unspoken promises.
He gives her a smirk before unbuttoning her jeans, his fingers hooking into the waistband as he pulls them down slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin. He peels the denim away with agonizing slowness, revealing the black lace panties beneath. His breath catches as he admires the view, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric with feather-light touches. Momo squirms beneath him, her body responding instinctively to his gaze, to the promise in his hands.
"I swear you're enjoying this too much," she says, though the way her hips lift slightly toward his touch betrays her true feelings. Tony chuckles darkly as he drags his fingers over the edge of her panties, following the line of her hip bone.
"Guilty as charged," he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the sensitive skin above the waistband. His teeth graze the soft skin there, making Momo inhale sharply. His hands slide up her thighs, pressing them gently apart as he positions himself between them. The cool air of the laboratory contrasts sharply with the heat emanating from both of them, the sterile environment surrounding them with a strange intimacy.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Tony asks, his voice rough as he looks up at her from between her thighs. Momo squirms under the intensity of his gaze, the dampness between her legs growing more pronounced as his breath hovers over her.
"Show me," she challenges, her fingers tightening in the fabric of the lab table. Tony doesn't need to be told twice. Tony's fingers hook into the waistband of Momo's panties, slowly dragging the lace down her thighs. She shivers as the cool air of the lab brushes against her exposed skin, the contrast with Tony's hot breath making her gasp. His hands grip her hips firmly, pulling her closer to the edge of the table as he positions himself between her legs.
His mouth descends on her, the wet heat of his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles. Momo's head falls back with a soft moan, her fingers gripping the table's edge so tightly her knuckles turn white. Each lap of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core, her hips moving involuntarily against his face. Her body arches off the table, back bending as she presses herself more firmly into his touch. Tony's hands slide up her thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he holds her in place. His tongue flicks against her clit with practiced precision, alternating between slow, teasing licks and firm, intense pressure.
"Oh god, Tony," Momo gasps, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth as if to stifle the sounds, though the moans still slip through her fingers. The lab's sterile air fills her lungs as she pants, the metallic taste of desire on her tongue mixing with the antiseptic smell of the chemicals surrounding them.
Tony groans against her, the vibration sending sharp tremors through her body. His fingers tighten on her thighs as he redoubles his efforts, his tongue working in rhythmic patterns that push her toward the edge with terrifying speed.
Her legs shake uncontrollably as pleasure coils tighter inside her, the coil winding ever more taut with each movement of his mouth. The cold metal of the lab table bites into her back, an anchor against the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to make her lose all sense of herself.
Don't stop," she whimpers, her fingers moving from her mouth to clutch at his hair instead. Tony needs no encouragement—if anything, her plea spurs him on. His hands slide up to grip her waist, his thumbs pressing into the dip just above her hipbones as he pulls her even closer. The slick sounds of his mouth against her fill the sterile lab space, mixing with her ragged breaths and the occasional creak of the metal table under her movements.
Tony's movements become more urgent, his tongue circling her clit with increasing pressure while one hand slides between her thighs to press against her entrance.
Momo's back arches off the table as her release crashes over her, her entire body shaking with the intensity of it. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her fingers yanking at Tony's hair as waves of pleasure pulse through her.
Tony pulls back to watch Momo ride out her climax, his fingers still gently stroking the insides of her thighs as she comes down from the high. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, skin flushed with heat as she gazes up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"That was... wow," Momo breathes, her voice thick with satisfaction. Tony chuckles as he helps her sit up, his hands resting on her waist to steady her. She runs her fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the strands as she tries to catch her breath.
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