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How about Mtf candy whore! peter laying on a table and mafiaboss!tony threatening one of his men that he can either take 5 shots to each leg or eat his little peter out nice and good and he’ll consider letting him live

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tHis has been in my inbox forever bc feel like I couldn't do this brilliant idea any justice sksksk now I am more or less happy with it but it got quite long sorry sorry ssksks

Mafiaboss!Tony, 18+ ftm Peter, daddy kink, oral sex, guns, threats and use of violence, blood

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The meeting room was deathly silent. It was like the air was being sucked out, causing the otherwise cool room to run hot and everyone present flushed with the heat. However, no one dared to move an inch to loosen their shirt collar. Tony, calm and collected, was sat at the head of the table, like always, studying the five men in front of him. All of them were under his command, either by oath, pay check or a promise that their little daughter of 6 years old would return home from school to her mother safely. Today, only one of them was taking the worst of the heat where he stood a step closer to the boss than the four others. The man in question was Mr Fawler, a bulky but fit man like the rest. However, unlike the rest, Mr Fawler had failed to do his job, twice.

Usually, Tony would leave this task to his right hand, Stephen, but he was on the other side of the country representing Tony’s interests. So, the boss had to deal with Mr Fawler himself, which he found incredibly tedious considering he had no family that could be used against him. So originally, Tony had planned on eliminating the man right away, but a little devil on his shoulder had whispered a brilliant suggestion into his ear at the beginning of the meeting, which he had just presented to Mr Fawler.

”You want me to do what?” Mr Fawler stuttered out, growing deathly pale where he stood, despite the clammy atmosphere.

”I said, take five shots to each leg or eat my boy out till he comes. Are you death now too? How did you even pass the screening test? You are fucking useless. So, how’s it gonna be? Don’t make me repeat myself or I am really gonna fucking lose it.”

“Daddy, please, don’t be mad.” Peter whined where he was sat on the edge of the table, long skinny legs dangling back and forth. In his mouth he had a lollipop, which he sucked on teasingly, popping his mouth and smacking his glossy lips noisily. The boy was not dressed in much, just a black silk robe with an incredibly detailed green snake embroidered at the back. The silky material stopped mid thigh and was tied around his waist lazily, leaving a lot of creamy skin exposed. The robe was a souvenir that Tony had brought from China, thinking the boy would look stunning it in. Born in the year of the snake, Peter adored the gift and wore it most often out of all his silk robes that Tony had got him. Tony’s men were not allowed to gawk at his boy, no matter what he was dressed in or what he was doing, but that was a tough task when Peter looked as delicious as he did where he sat in his robe, sucking on candy with a little grin on his face.

“Forgive me, honey bear, didn’t mean to startle you.” Tony spoke softly, placing a rough hand on the boy’s much softer thigh before turning his attention back to Mr Fawler. The man gulped loudly before answering.

“I’ll take the second option.”

“Excellent!” Tony cheered, clapping his hands together and Mr Fawler flinched. It looked like he was ready to pass out. “Pete, my sweet, if you don’t mind.” The boss said sweetly to his boy who nodded eagerly in response.

With graceful fingers, Peter untied his silk robe, letting it slip down from his bony shoulders and pool around him on the table. Spreading his skinny and creamy thighs, Peter presented his boy-cunt to everyone present in the room. He was already glistening with wetness, his labia pink and smooth, just the way Tony wanted him. Taking the lollipop out of his mouth, Peter brought the candy to his cunt, swirling it around his clit with a soft moan. Everyone watched transfixed as the boy toyed with himself and with a louder moan, Peter pushed the lollipop into his cunt.

“Baby-“ Tony was about to protest, but the boy pulled the candy out of himself and shoved it into Tony’s open mouth, silencing him in the process. Everyone was stunned, as literally no one could get away with putting the boss in such a spot. Or nearly everyone, as Peter wore a smirk on his face, knowing he was the only one who could.

“Yes, Daddy?” The boy asked coyly. The boss chuckled darkly, grasping the little plastic stick in his mouth with his thumb and pointy finger. He swirled the round candy in his mouth, sucking off the taste of his boy’s cunt before removing the candy from his mouth.

“Nothing, baby.” The boss said huskily, before glaring at Mr Fawler, who had failed at his job for the third time. If it weren’t for Peter, Tony would have shot him by now. “Get on it with it, for God’s sake! My boy has to get himself off here because you are so useless.”

Snapping into action at the boss’ tone, Mr Fawler got down on his knees in front of Peter. He placed his hands on each of the boy’s thighs before beginning to place kisses around his inner thighs, however Peter was not delighted by that as his hands were cold and the boy gave his Daddy a frown.

“You’re the boss, baby.” Tony assured and retrieved his gun from the strap under his suit jacket, cocking it before lowering it to rest on his thigh. “If he eats you out and makes you cum as well as I can, then I’ll let him live, okay? But if he isn’t good to you, sweetness, then just say the word and Daddy will take care of it, okay?”

Peter smiled sweetly at that, leaning back on the palms of his hands to give Mr Fawler full access to his cunt. On the contrary, Mr Fawler visibly tensed at what Tony said, even though he technically wasn’t talking to him. Still, it was about him and hesitantly he moved to lick long strides up the boy’s cunt to warm him up.

“No one makes me feel as good as you, Daddy.” Peter corrected with a giggle and batted his lashes like the little devil he was, barely paying any attention to the man between his legs. He wasn’t very good anyway, Peter could tell that already, but he liked the game they were playing.

“I know, baby.”

If Mr Fawler was eating out like it was his last day, which it really was, then he didn’t care for his life as much as his pleas suggested. The man was clumsy with his tongue and seemed to know nothing about how to pleasure someone with a cunt, licking here and there randomly and completely missing out on the real deal, which was Peter’s clit. Now and then, Mr Fawler would brush against Peter’s sensitive bud, getting a satisfied moan out of the boy, but he had no rhythm in his technique and the boy huffed in disappointment whenever the man trailed back to his clumsy ways. Tony caught onto this quickly, knowing what noises his boy was capable of making when he truly felt good. Peter’s silence while Mr Fawler was in between his thighs just made him even more convinced of the guard’s incompetence.

Suddenly, Peter yelped and bent forwards, shoving Mr Fawler away from himself in the process. Tony was up in a flash, cocked gun pointed at the soon to be retired guard who was now on the floor, hands in the air and a pleading look on his face.

“Please, boss! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” The man babbled, his voice shaky and thick like he was going to cry very soon. Tony scoffed at him, gun still pointed at him with a steady hand and the other wrapping around his boy’s waist protectively.

“He used his teeth.” Peter pouted, clinging onto Tony like a koala. “I don’t like him, Daddy.” He finally said, growing tired of this game and just wanted his Daddy’s skilled lips and tongue on his wet cunt already.

“I did not! It was an accident, I swear! Give me another chance, please, boss? I swear, I’ll do whatever-“ Mr Fawler cut his rambling of nonsense short when he saw the ice cold look in the boss´ eyes. It was one of pure rage, one that dared the other to talk or do anything. It was a look that few lived long enough to tell others about.

“You heard my boy, he’s the boss.” Tony said simply, using his free hand to turn Peter’s head and cover his eyes. With his other hand, he moved his pointy finger to the trigger and pulled it. The concrete room echoed with the sharp sound of the firing gun and was followed by the soft thud of Mr Fawler’s body hitting the floor. Tony nor any of the four remaining guards flinched, but Peter did and clung onto his Daddy, keeping his eyes tightly shut even with his Daddy’s large hand covering his eyes.

Peter had seen someone get shot, once, and he had gotten really upset, whining to Tony that he never ever wanted to see something like that again. The infamously cruel and ruthless boss had apologised hastily, barking at his men to get the corpse out of their sight. Now, Tony gave the same order.

“Get him out of here.” Tony said with a bored tone, gesturing at the corpse on the floor with his gun lazily. He didn’t let go of Peter until the four guards had dragged the corpse out of the room, closing the room behind them and leaving the boss alone with his boy.

“Ew.” Peter giggled at the wide trail of blood on the floor, one that started by the pool of crimson by the table, circled around the table and lead to the doorway where it stopped. “He really wasn’t good.”

“You could have stopped him anytime, baby. I was right here.” Tony assured, his hand now stroking the boy’s cheek lovingly.

“I know, but I wanted to play, it was fun. He got so scared! I thought he was gonna shit his pants.”

“I think he did, baby. But now, let’s not worry about that anymore, yeah?” Tony suggested, putting his gun on the table to get a fresh lollipop from his breast pocket and offered it to the boy. He had dropped the one Peter gave him when he had jumped up from his seat to threaten Mr Fawler when he was foolish enough to use his teeth. Peter was delighted and unwrapped the candy quickly, putting it in his mouth and grinning.

Swirling the candy in his mouth, Peter leaned back on the table again, spreading his thighs to show his boy-cunt just like before. Now however, he knew he was gonna have a good time when Tony licked his lips and lowered his mouth to his cunt with a wolfish grin.

“My, my, what teeth you have.” Peter giggled with the lollipop in his mouth before squealing as his Daddy began eating him out just like he deserved to be.

#my prompts #starker #starker fic #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker

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