Photographer Peter. We know it’s canon that Peter Parker has a thing for photography, but I can’t get it out of my head when Tony Stark sees his work for MIT, calls him from his personal cell phone, to ask Peter to take some shots of him for an article on bio-engineering for Stark Industries.
Peter, tiny little 19 year old Peter, baffled, wondering how in the hell did Tony Stark get my number?! But he decides to accept. How could he not? Tony Stark is a world renowned billionaire, and as a bonus, his celebrity crush.
Peter shows up 10 minutes early, bright eyed with his 5 year old camera which has had too many cracked and repaired lenses to count. Tony is dressed in a velvet blue suit, and he tries not to smirk when he notices Peter drooling.
“So, Peter Parker, have any experience with photographing celebrities like me?” Tony’s paternal grip on the back of his neck is becoming a little less paternal by the second.
Oh, how Tony would love to see that blush go all the way down—
“Oh, n—no, sir, I haven’t. Just for my school.” Peter is stammering and fidgeting. Tony loves it. Wide eyed shyness looks good on him.
Soon, Peter gets confused. Looking around, he turns back to Tony’s face. Damn that handsome face.
“Uhm, Mr. Stark? Where’s everyone else? Lighting and—“
Tony grips him by the hair. Smirk on his lips as he leans down to stare Peter in the eyes. “Why would we need anybody else, sweetheart? Just me and you and your little camera. Speaking of which, let me have a spin with it.”
Peter fumbles with his camera, placing it in Tony’s hands. The man looks at it, chuckling at the pieces of tape holding it together. “Alright. Now strip. I know I said you’d be taking photos of me.. but, well.. further arrangements have been made. You’re too pretty.”
Let’s just say Peter leaves with a red face and a camera full of scandalous photos.
120 notes
·
View notes
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Teen Peter Parker, Father/Son Incest, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Brat Peter Parker, Daddy Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Daddy Kink, Subspace
Summary:
Peter's insatiable and Tony's exasperated, but how can he not give his kid what he wants?
After all, Peter's pretty as a picture.
Words: 1,490
When Peter showed up asking to work in the lab with him, of course, Tony said yes. He loved having his son around, loved sharing something he loved with him. Peter might have had ulterior motives, though.
It's not that he didn't love working in the lab with his dad, because he did… but this time, he came looking for something more.
Peter fidgeted with the tool in his hand before sighing, deciding now was as good a time as any. He set the tool down, side-eyeing his dad.
"So… you wanna fuck?"
Tony's hands froze, his eyes meeting Peter's in exasperation. Peter was insatiable, and Tony was way too old to be keeping up with the libido of a teenager. They'd already had morning sex—not to mention they fucked multiple times last night—and it wasn't even lunch yet.
Tony shook his head in exasperation but set his tools down and walked over to an abandoned workbench, starting to clear it. He'd never been good at denying Peter anything. His little boy was just the prettiest little thing, and Tony couldn't resist him.
"You gonna help me, or do I always gotta do all the work?"
Peter grinned, hurrying over to eagerly clear the surface and hopping up on it. He squirmed when the plug inside of him shifted.
"How do you want me?"
Tony rolled his eyes. His kid was like a puppy, eager and horny and desperate to please.
"Just lay back, kid."
Peter let himself flop backwards, delighting in the way his dad cursed, his hand darting out to cradle the back of his head and cushion the fall. Peter just giggled and wrapped his limbs around him, tugging him in for a kiss.
"Jesus, you're gonna be the death of me," Tony grumbled into the kiss.
Peter hummed, parting his lips enticingly and licking at his dad's tongue teasingly when Tony's chased his.
"Wouldn't it be tragically poetic if I was the reason you died since you're the reason I'm alive?" Peter asked when they separated.
Despite Tony's grumbling, he was already reaching for his pants, pausing to narrow his eyes at his little boy.
"Don't even start with me, kid."
Peter snickered, and Tony rolled his eyes, muttering about being a fucking brat as he pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Daddy!" Peter shrieked when Tony's hands tugged at his skinny jeans, tugging his ass right off the workbench.
Peter clung to him harder, Tony not even pausing, busy trying to peel skin-tight fucking jeans over his kid's bubble butt. If they didn't make his ass look so delectable, Tony would ban him from wearing them just because getting them off him multiple times a day was so damn inconvenient.
"Oh hush, you're fine," Tony said, no sympathy in his voice. "I'm not gonna let you fall."
Peter pouted, clutching him tighter.
"You better not," Peter grumbled.
Tony smirked, leaning down to capture his lips, finally managing to tug the jeans down enough to expose a pair of indecently small boxers. Those proved to be much easier to pull down, and Tony rocked himself between his kid's cheeks, soft and plush.
"What? Don't trust me?" Tony teased.
Peter rolled his eyes, huffing.
"Just shut up and fuck me already."
Tony's eyes sparkled, and he reached down, easing the plug out of Peter's ass. He pulled back just enough to watch some of his cum start to leak out before lining up and pushing inside with a groan.
"Oh fuck," Peter whined, his hands clenching the back of Tony's shirt as his hole stretched around his dad's cock.
Tony draped himself over his boy's smaller body, pressing the plug to Peter's lips and smearing cum across them like gloss. Peter's tongue darted out to swipe it up, curling around the plug seductively. Tony cursed, bottoming out and shoving the plug into Peter's mouth.
The plug muffled his moan, his eyes fluttering shut, and he automatically suckled on the plug, cleaning off the remnants of his dad's cum.
"That's it, good boy," Tony groaned, pulling out slowly. "You just keep that safe for me while I fuck you full of another load. We're gonna need that nice and clean, so I can use it to plug you back up."
Peter whined, sucking harder on the plug and wishing it was his dad's cock.
Time melted away as Tony fucked him, just like it always did. Peter got lost in that soft space, all floaty and fuzzy, his mind drifting as his body lit up with pleasure. Peter whimpered around the plug, suckling on it as his daddy's hips stilled, grunting as he came.
Peter could feel his cum flooding his insides, adding to the multiple loads he was already holding inside him. Some of it had spilled out, frothing up around Tony's cock and painting his pubes white. It was a shame to see it go to waste, but worth it to fuck into his little boy's sloppy ass.
"Fuck, what a good little slut," Tony murmured, gripping the base of the plug and slipping it past Peter's lips. "Taking Daddy's cock so well, keeping all his cum safe and warm inside your pretty little hole."
"D–Daddy," Peter whimpered when Tony pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with the plug.
"Look at that, what a mess," Tony tsked, drawing Peter's eyes to his cum-covered cock. "My filthy little boy, always making messes. I hope you're planning to clean that up."
Tony was smirking as he said it, but when Peter nodded eagerly, trying to get up, Tony pressed him right back down.
"Ah-ah, first Daddy's gotta clean you up. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't clean up my own kid when he was all messy?"
Tony's eyes were sparkling with arousal and amusement as he said it, his hands sliding up Peter's thighs and under his knees. He coaxed his boy into relaxing his grip on him, letting his legs go limp so Tony could toss them over his shoulders and press his face between those perky little cheeks.
He couldn't eat him out with his hole plugged, but Tony licked his crack clean of cum, licking all around the toy, his tongue teasing under the edges. And all the while, Peter made the prettiest sounds, his thighs clenching around Tony's head.
"Mm, that's better," Tony hummed, pulling back and rubbing Peter's thigh soothingly.
Peter was all slick with spit now, glistening with it, and it was a beautiful sight. Tony had to just stop and stare for a moment, admiring it, but when Peter started to get fussy, he helped the boy to his feet.
Peter's legs trembled, threatening to collapse under him, and he grabbed at his dad. Tony was already wrapping an arm around his waist, though, holding him up.
"Shh, you're alright, kid. I've gotcha."
Tony hiked up his boxers, Peter wriggling to help him get the skinny jeans back over his ass.
"There, that's better," Tony said, pinning Peter's hips against the workbench as his hands fumbled with his jeans.
Tony managed to get them fastened, bumping their noses together when Peter peered up at him with doe-eyes, his little boy all soft and spacey.
"Pretty as a picture," Tony murmured, his thumb running over Peter's swollen lips before claiming them.
"Mm, wanna clean you now," Peter whined.
Tony chuckled.
"Fuck, yeah, okay."
Tony stepped back, letting Peter drop to his knees and grip his cock. Tony cursed, his hand slipping into his hair and guiding his cock to his lips. Peter took him down with the ease of a boy who had spent a lot of time on his knees. Peter always did have a thing for his dad's cock.
Tony couldn't get it up this quickly after coming, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the feeling of his kid's warm mouth, his soft lips, and his silky tongue as he worshipped his daddy's cock.
When Peter finally pulled off, wiping drool off his chin with the back of his hand, Tony's cock was shiny with spit.
"Fuck, that's my good boy," Tony praised, lifting his chin.
Peter peered at him through his lashes, pretty as a picture as always, and it stole Tony's breath away. It was entirely unfair just how easily his son had captured his heart and become the center of his universe. As far as Tony was concerned, all the galaxies revolved around his little boy, stars sparkling in his eyes and the sun radiating in his smile.
"Come on, kid, up on your feet."
Peter let him pull him up to his feet, let his dad tug him over to the couch, all but collapsing into his lap and snuggling up close. He buried his face in Tony's neck, whimpering softly, "Daddy."
"Shh, I know, I've gotcha, kid," Tony said softly, his fingers brushing through sweaty curls.
@starkerfestivals
58 notes
·
View notes