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peachbabypie · 3 years
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For the @starkerkink Exchange! I had the pleasure of filling @honeyimthedevil’s prompt which included: Tony wearing wings while fucking Peter, biting, Daddy kink, Posessiveness. Hope this lives up to what you were hoping for babe! I did my best to integrate as many kinks as I could :)
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iloveyou3thousand · 3 years
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what he’d been missing
Pairing: Starker Rating: Explicit Word count: 2668 A/N: This was written for the @starkerkink Kink Exchange, for @iammagicfishhook who asked for some monsterfucking. I really hope you like it!!
Tags/TWs: explicit sexual content, werewolf Tony and human Peter, werewolf sex, werewolf anatomy, belly bulge, knotting, rimming, bottom Peter
Read it on AO3 here!
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It had taken them a little while, but they had finally figured it out.
Before they had gotten together, Peter had one day found out that Tony wasn’t like most people he knew. It had been entirely by accident, had happened only because Peter had been up later than usual working on a project. By chance, his extra sensitive hearing had picked up on something stalking the compound and he’d gone to investigate, only to find a large beast roaming the compound grounds.
That could have been that. The compound was in the middle of nowhere, after all, surrounded by woods that stretched for miles upon miles – the animal could have stumbled upon the building and gone to investigate.
Peter had quickly found out that the intruder hadn’t come from elsewhere, though. He’d come from within.
Weeks later, after dancing around each other for months with neither of them brave enough or confident enough to be the one to take the first real step forward, they got together with a kiss that was about as accidental as Peter finding out that Tony was a werewolf.
Tony allowed Peter to be nearby during his shifts, from that moment on. Peter had already seen him change before, had been near in the past, had seen him and approached him and gotten to know him a little better, in a sense. But now that they were together, it felt almost like it was more serious. Like being there during the full moon carried more weight than it did before.
And it did. Unbeknownst to the both of them, at least at first, the fact that Peter was there almost every time Tony shifted, changed something in the wolf’s biology. He had always responded differently to Peter, but that was only getting worse with every shift. On the outside, it didn’t appear like it had changed much, but on the inside, every time Tony shifted, he grew more and more restless to the point where even Peter started to notice it in his behavior.
Tony would always come up to Peter and push his head against the younger man’s hand for some quick affection, but that grew into a firmer push, a more demanding gesture, with Tony not leaving until he’d nearly pushed Peter to his ass and could rub himself against the other without fear of Peter getting away.
He also started grooming Peter, almost as if he were one of his own, as if he were a wolf, too. Or he would get snappy at anything and everything that could possibly pose a threat to Peter, from a little wild rabbit showing its little face at the edge of the woods to Happy’s car returning from the city to bring Pepper back and forth even just passing them by.
Peter tried not to think about it too much, but the growling and the protectiveness and the restlessness grew worse and worse every time, to the point where he just had to bring it up with Tony.
It took them a while and some help from Bruce to figure out that since getting together, Tony’s hormones had been all over the place. It’s what had been causing the change in his attitude, and the fierce protectiveness. According to the tests they’d done, Tony already viewed Peter as his true mate, even though that connection could never be truly mutual because Peter was human and he didn’t have the kind of senses to pick up on and return that.
At least it helped them in finding a solution.
Going forward, they started trying whatever they could to reassure Tony’s wolf that Peter was his and his alone, and that nothing would ever come in between them or sever the bond they had built. It seemed to work at first, with Tony calming down and resting quite peacefully with Peter during another one of his shifts, but then it came back again. And it came back with twice the force.
When it started to get potentially dangerous for Peter, they both knew that they were approaching desperate times, and thus would have to try and implement some desperate measures.
Luckily, Peter still had a little trick up his sleeve.
When he told Tony, Tony was skeptical. He was worried, for Peter, afraid of hurting him. But Peter countered wisely that if they didn’t try this as a last resort, if this didn’t work, then Tony would end up hurting Peter on accident anyway without there being anything that could stop him. That terrified Tony more than anything else.
All in all, Peter’s plan seemed like the lesser of two evils. (Actually, it didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, but Tony refused to admit that the thought of mounting Peter properly got him so riled up that he had to excuse himself every time he even so much as thought about it.)
The following full moon, they were all set.
In the hours leading up to Tony’s inevitable shift, they lay down together. Peter showered Tony in attention that made him visibly preen already, his instincts close to taking over, but the moon wasn’t quite high enough for him just yet. The younger man passed him a bottle of lube and Tony quietly reconfirmed that he was still sure about this. Peter smiled, cupped Tony’s cheek, and kissed him.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he promised, although it didn’t do enough to soothe Tony’s anxiety. He was afraid of hurting Peter, afraid of putting his claws where he shouldn’t, or pushing him too far, or forcing him into something that he didn’t want to do. But Peter had been so reassuring, constantly validating Tony’s feelings and fears and acknowledging that it was going to be scary, but it was going to be alright. They just had to do this once to figure out how it all worked, and then they’d be good as gold.
Tony had to trust his instincts. Hopefully, his instincts would serve him right.
By the time Tony’s skin buzzed beyond discomfort and he’d slowly spread his baby open on his fingers, Peter gave him a kiss and told him to go and do what he had to. Tony’s feet could barely hit the carpet on the floor next to the bed or he’d already shifted, shaking out unruly, brown fur, and immediately catching a whiff of something sallow.
The lube.
His mind took a second to catch up, but then he whipped around, and there Peter was; lying on the bed, watching the wolf on the ground, something scared but excited in his eyes. Beyond that thick smell of artificial slick, Tony could smell Peter, could smell the arousal on him, and it was like something clicked.
This was what he’d been missing.
“Hey Tony,” Peter said softly, almost tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if Tony’s mind had caught up with the wolf yet, but it had. Intelligent eyes rose to meet the younger man’s gaze, and Peter’s expression eased into a soft smile. Without further ado, while Tony was watching, Peter pushed himself up onto his hands and knees to put himself perfectly on display, almost teasingly.
Tony was on the bed in a flash, the mattress dipping beneath the wolf’s heavy weight. He had to find his balance first, unused to being on the bed in this form, but quickly managed when there was another task at hand.
He immediately pushed his muzzle up against Peter’s hole, slick and shiny with lube, stretched rim twitching gently under the soft puffs of air when Tony scented and snuffled. Peter giggled, and dropped his head to his forearms.
“Tickles,” he complained, but really it was only mildly bothersome because it was new, something Peter had never experienced before, and he wasn’t sure what to expect yet.
Definitely not the broad tongue that followed Tony’s huffy breaths, lapping in one long, broad stroke up Peter’s taint and across his glistening hole. Peter’s breath immediately caught in his throat and he let out a choked sound of surprise, but didn’t try to move away. Once he got past that initial oddness, it actually… It actually felt really good.
He moaned when Tony didn’t hesitate to do it again. And once more after. And yet again. Peter’s cock between his legs had already fully filled out by the time Tony changed tactic by pressing his muzzle up against Peter’s hole and pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and into his body, which opened up and welcomed the intrusion like it was meant to.
Peter shuddered on the spot, cock twitching, the long tongue reaching places inside him that he wasn’t sure anyone had reached before. Not like that. Tony had sure tried, had taken him in his lap and pound into him before, and it had been an otherworldly experience, but even that didn’t compare to this.
And they had only just gotten started.
When Tony was satisfied with the job he’d done and left Peter’s hole sloppy and wet, he moved away, much to Peter’s dissatisfaction. The young man looked over his shoulder to see what Tony was doing, and caught him with his head between his legs, licking at the fiery red length that was slipping out from the sheath at Tony’s lower belly. He lapped at it as if to encourage it, to slick it up, ready to bury it into Peter’s waiting body.
Astounded by the size he’d just laid his eyes upon, Peter turned back when Tony shifted once more, keeping his eyes forward to try and help himself relax once again. Something so big would never fit inside of him. It simply couldn’t. And yet when Tony mounted him, large front paws on either side of Peter’s ribs and his large tongue lapping soothingly against the back of his neck, Peter realized he was just going to have to take it.
“Be gentle,” Peter reminded Tony almost frantically, his voice a higher pitch than usual. Tony paused for a moment, and then licked the back of his ear as if to say ‘I hear you, I’m listening, I promise’. And then Tony lined up.
Peter’s body opened up for the pointed tip of Tony’s cock like it was the easiest thing, the wolf’s saliva easing its way. It was warm, and smooth, and big, but Peter took it silently, wordlessly, without complaint, until the very beginnings of the knot that Tony had warned him about countless of times nudged up against his stretched out rim and the wolf had successfully buried all of himself inside the human.
Peter let out a shuddery sigh, relaxing slowly with the soothing little licks to the back of his neck and his hair. Grooming. Tony had been doing that for a while, and it still helped Peter relax, inexplicably. But right now he couldn’t have been more glad.
Especially when Tony started moving not long after.
And it seemed that once he got a taste of it, that cautious approach he’d started out with was thrown out the window. The first few thrusts were relatively shallow, patient, careful – but Tony sped up quickly, putting that massive strength in his hind legs to good use to force himself in and out of Peter faster, quicker, rougher. Every thrust knocked the air out of Peter’s lungs but the overwhelming pleasure that came with the quickening pace left him without the ability to breathe anyway, so it didn’t matter.
Peter grabbed at the bedsheets, the only leverage he had against the rough thrusts that almost lifted him up off his knees every time, shaking the bedframe. Tony panted into Peter’s ear, hot and humid, occasionally darting his tongue across a stray drop of sweat that gathered on the back of Peter’s neck.
The younger man was useless beneath the wolf, just trying to keep himself on his knees, speared on Tony’s cock, tossed about with the force of the thrusts. He was strong, stronger than most human beings, but he had never felt more like a ragdoll than he did while Tony was fucking into him like that.
And he liked it. God forbid, he liked it so much that he came without touching himself, without even knowing that he did, floating on endless, overwhelming waves of pleasure that every harsh thrust brought with it.
They became more ragged and irregular by the second, and Peter knew that it would soon be over. He already missed it, even though it hadn’t even ended yet. But he was in for one more surprise.
Tony’s knot had already grown to the size of a relatively small apple, sitting at the base of his cock, nudging Peter’s hole with every other thrust, just begging to be let inside. It slipped in occasionally, much to Peter’s pleasure, that sudden, extra stretch and extra couple of inches deep within him rushing him closer and closer to a second orgasm.
And when Tony finally fitted all of it inside of him, and Peter could feel it rapidly start to increase in size, tugging at his already stretched out rim – that’s what did it for him the second time around.
Peter quickly brought a hand down between his legs to stroke himself through his orgasm, moaning and keening and writhing beneath the wolf as the knot grew and grew, sealing them together to be followed up with a load buried so deep inside Peter’s body that it had the younger man feeling more bloated than he ever did before.
He pressed a hand to his stomach, panting, marveling at the feeling, and froze up when he felt the deformation on his belly. He pressed against it, and Tony above him whined, his massive cock twitching inside him and filling him with another load.
Peter smoothed his fingertips over the bulge under his skin again and again, the thought of Tony so deep inside him that it could do that nearly sending him over the edge again, but his cock was still weakly twitching from his last orgasm. Although Peter wouldn’t be surprised if he would be good to go again in seconds. Not with the enormous knot tugging at his abused rim.
The large wolf collapsed on top of Peter, and he groaned under the weight, constricting around Tony. Instantly, Peter noticed the change. He hadn’t seen Tony this sedated, this sated or happy or satisfied in a long time, not while in his wolf form. Not to mention the affection that followed, the grooming and the playfulness, all so unhurried.
Peter praised the wolf softly, reaching a hand over his shoulder to pet his head and compliment him for his behavior and his patience. They were stuck together for a while, but even after, Tony was a different wolf.
He cleaned Peter up and made sure the young man got comfortable before he lay down with him and looked up at him with those big, doe eyes full of adoration, as if their spiritual bond had just been confirmed tenfold.
And really, Peter would be lying if he didn’t…kind of feel it too.
Or maybe he was just seeing things.
“I’d say that worked, didn’t it?” Peter murmured sleepily, combing his hand through Tony’s fur. He received a lick in return, which in wolf speak must have been something agreeable. Peter was sure that if Tony had been able to speak, he would have said so too. And he would have likely suggest they go for another round.
And hell, it only took Peter a little while to recuperate from his first time taking Tony’s wolf cock. Before too long, he was already toying with the sensitive sheath on Tony’s lower belly with a mischievous grin, watching the pointed tip of his cock slip out slowly.
If Tony could have raised his brows, he absolutely would have.
But he’d be crazy if he was going to say no.
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snowstark · 3 years
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perform (for me, baby)
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written for @p-parkerthespiderboy as a part of the starker kink exchange! @starkerkink
It's Peter's first time entering a BDSM club. Things take an unexpected turn when he finds himself volunteering to be a part of Tony's demonstration in front of everyone.
Peter couldn’t help but feel nervous as he approached the entrance of the building. Never in his life did he expect that he would be here, standing in front of a BDSM club while trying not to pussy out. He couldn’t stop thinking about the what-if’s. What if he saw someone he knew? What if he somehow messed up and got banned from the club? What if—
“Shut up,” he told himself, interrupting the endless cycle of thoughts. Worrying like this was doing him no good except causing him to excessively sweat. Everything would be fine; he was just nervous. First time nerves always made everything new seem like a big, scary deal.
He knew that if he didn’t go in, he would end up regretting it. He’d discovered his interest in BDSM and kinks years ago. Years of extensive research and dabbling online meant that he wasn’t a completely newbie; it just meant that he was extra interested now that he knew for sure that he enjoyed it.
So, keeping that in mind, he slipped inside when the streets were relatively empty, wanting to try and stay out of sight. He was greeted by a woman who had a rather bored expression on her face. She checked him in and gave him his coloured bracelets—blue for submissive, white to show that he was single and ready to mingle.
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jeranasblog · 3 years
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Property of Tony Stark
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Notes: This is my exchange fic for @starkerkink​ and my lovely prompt partner is @peachbabypie​. I really hope you like it <3
Rating: E
Pairing: Peter Parker/ Tony Stark
Summary:  Peter loves toying with people. Naive, innocent strangers, to be exact. It's a little game he and Tony established so long ago. Everyone gets something out of it. Everyone except the stranger who doesn't know what he has gotten himself into.
Warnings: Mob Boss Tony Stark, Cheating Kink, Threats of Violence, Spanking,  For further warnings (especially smut) check Ao3
Read on Ao3
The club was crowded when they entered it, unusually so for a Thursday night. Peter could feel Tony’s hand on his back, a claim and a warning. Don’t touch. Mine. The shirt Peter wore was short, barely covering his belly button and the leather of Tony’s glove was touching the skin of his back. He had paired it with shorts that weren’t even covering his ass completely and due to the warm weather outside, he didn’t have to wear his favorite tights. Peter looked like a kept boy, like Tony’s accessory, teasing those around him with miles of creamy skin.
“Daddy, can we get something to drink, please?” Peter whined, his hands clutching Tony’s shoulder to pull him closer. “I’m thirsty.”
The man looked at him and let his gaze wander to the bar after. It was crowded like the rest of the club, but Tony Stark couldn’t refuse his baby boy anything. “Sure, sweetheart. Natasha, make sure no one dangerous is close.” A red-haired figure separated from the crowd she had blended in with minutes ago and Peter could see the shine of a gun in the club lights for a quick second. Everything was under control; everything was how it had to be.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter rewarded the man’s dedication with a small rub of his sparsely covered ass against his crotch and the low growl he got in return made him giggle. Tony’s eyes were on him and only him, trusting his bodyguards to keep them safe. Being the focus of such a dangerous man, was a heady feeling and Peter whimpered in his Daddy’s ear.
“Come on baby, let’s order you something to drink and go over to the lounge, all right?” The suggestion was paired with a slap on Peter’s ass and the boy moaned before he gave Tony a huge smile and followed him to the bar. Although he enjoyed the hungry gazes from a lot of men around him, his love and loyalty were with his Daddy.
A tequila sunrise in his hand, Peter walked over to the VIP lounge, not once leaving his Daddy’s side. He took a small sip and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol, a warm buzz in his stomach. He loved their club nights, the building desire and the attention. The night would probably end with his Daddy inside of him and the thought made Peter’s insides squirm.
The lounge was a separated area, cleared from all possible threats, with a good view of the dance floor behind bullet proof glass. Only a few people were allowed to be here, mostly Tony’s men and invited guests. Although almost all of the expensive leather couches were empty, Peter took a seat on Tony’s lap, his legs spread obscenely to tease his Daddy even more.
“I’m glad you had time today,” Peter purred and took another sip of his cocktail. He could see that Tony’s eyes were fixed on his lips, hungry staring at him like the man always did. Peter moved his lips tentatively, just to give his Daddy a little taste of what he had planned tonight, but Tony grabbed his hips to still his movements.
“Not yet, baby,” his voice was firm, leaving no chance to argue. “I have to do some business first. Don’t act like a slut.”
“Business?” Peter had thought they were here for fun. His Daddy had been working the entire week and now he even used their date nights to deal with customers?
“Baby, don’t be like that.” Tony tried to cheer him up by guiding his hands lower until they slipped under the fabric of Peter’s shorts. The boy moaned unashamed when he squeezed a handful of his bubble butt, rutting against his Daddy’s thighs for friction. He felt so empty, so needy for his Daddy’s cock and knowing that Tony had to do business first soured his mood. What was clubbing for if he didn’t get a cock in his ass?
Five minutes later, a man in a suit was guided into the lounge and Peter was still pouting on Tony’s lap. He stood up when the man arrived, excusing himself politely before he left them alone. He knew Tony didn’t mind if he decided to stay, but Peter wasn’t interested in his mob affairs. He was here to have fun.
Peter killed some time with drinking his cocktail, but when his Daddy still wasn’t finished after five minutes, he decided to have some fun alone. He knew how he would get Tony’s attention, knew how he would get dicked down as soon as possible. Making his way over to the dance floor, Peter searched for a spot that was visible from the VIP lounge, and then he just started to dance.
The bass vibrated through his body and his feet moved on their own. Peter was a good dancer. He moved his hips seductively and became one with the music. All eyes were on him, some hungry, some jealous, but he got the attention his Daddy denied him. At first, no one came close. The regulars knew he belonged to Tony Stark and it wouldn’t be wise to touch him. The new folk, on the other hand, were intimidated by the competition until finally, a huge blonde approached him, putting his hands on Peter’s hips.
This was what he had waited for. Peter didn’t even bat an eye when he started to move seductively against the other man, his hips rotating as if he was riding him. He had thrown his neck back, baring his throat while his gaze was fixed on the glass his Daddy was behind. It was a tease, a challenge, and Peter knew he would win.
His shorts got tight because his cock hardened, the arousal fueled by Tony’s invisible gaze. It was a game they played sometimes, a game Peter would win. He pressed himself snugly against the blonde before he turned around to press his lips against the other man.
“Honey, aren’t you a sweet one?” the man asked between kisses and his hands wandered lower until they were groping Peter’s ass. The boy knew his Daddy watched him. Knew his patience would slowly run thin. To fuel the fire even more, Peter batted his eyelashes, wearing his most innocent face that woke the instincts in others to protect him.
“I feel so empty,” Peter whimpered in the man’s ear, his hands clutching onto broad shoulders. “Can you take me home? I need your assistance.” A smug smile spread on the blonde’s face and Peter almost felt sorry if he didn’t know what he woke inside of Tony with his little game. “Please?”
Begging always broke them, and Peter could feel a hand on his lower back, guiding him towards the exit. Tony’s eyes were following him, and the thought made Peter giggle. He bent over the desk of the coat check, showing off his features to the stranger and his Daddy. His ass would be sore tomorrow, but he knew it would be worth it.
Ten minutes later, he left the club with the handsome blonde stranger at his side and called for a cab. He wouldn’t drive with a usual one, it was just too dangerous, so he waited for one of Tony’s men to pick them up. 
“Can we go to my place?” Peter asked while his hands caressed the bulk of the man through his trousers. He was big, but not as big as Tony.
“Sure, honey. Anything you want.” Peter gave him an excited smile.
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The ride was calm. Peter stopped any of the blonde's attempts to get handsy. Tony couldn’t see them in the cab and suddenly Peter didn’t feel like teasing anymore. He wanted his Daddy’s eyes on him, wanted him to show his jealousy.
When they arrived, Peter pulled the stranger out of the car, immediately putting his hands all over him again. He could see a black limousine out of the corner of his eyes, knew exactly what that meant and wrapped his hands around the blonde’s neck. 
“Let’s go inside,” he purred in the stranger’s ear.
The blonde only stared at him, although no, not at him, but over his shoulder at the huge mansion they were standing in front of. 
“You’re living here?” His voice was drenched in surprise and disbelief.
“Yes?” Peter giggled and pulled the stranger towards the door after he had shot a provocative gaze over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s hurry, I need to get filled soon.” He didn’t state who he wanted to fill him up.
But the blonde had been hard since they had left the club, so he didn’t question Peter’s hurry and followed him, one hand covering Peter’s bubble butt. He was already groping the boy, his hands teasing the hem of his shorts while Peter opened the door. The stranger sighed in relief when the key fit, probably because they didn’t break in.
Without losing another second, Peter pulled the man towards the bedroom while his lips were attached to the blonde’s and his hands kneaded the erection through his pants. Thankfully, the stranger didn’t notice the huge amount of dress shoes that were too big for Peter or the collar engraved with the words ‘baby boy’ that Tony had forgotten to remove from the bed.
Instead, Peter pulled him onto the mattress after he had taken off his shirt and revealed his slim but muscular chest. 
“I need you so badly,” Peter cooed, his eyes fixed on the door behind them. “I feel so empty, please.” 
The pleading wasn't meant for the stranger in his bed, but the blonde certainly seemed to think so because he tried to open Peter’s pants.
As much as he loved the teasing, Peter knew this would go too far, so he turned them around until he was sitting on the man’s lap. “I’m gonna be so good for you, just relax.” The blonde whimpered pathetically, almost as high-pitched as Peter usually did during sex. “Daddy will take care of you. Just lay back.”
“Daddy?” The aroused expression of the stranger cleared up a little. “I’m sorry, but I’m not into this.” He made a weird face and Peter couldn’t stop the giggle that left his lips.
“Oh, honey...” He knew his innocent expression was changing, replaced by a smirk his Daddy would be proud of. “I’m not a Daddy. Look at me. Do I give any Daddy vibes?” Was that a blink of panic in the stranger’s eyes? He was still stronger than Peter, could flip and shake him off easily, but Peter knew he wouldn’t get harmed. “Haven’t they warned you of me?”
It was the moment the blonde seemed to get it because the first hint of fear was replaced by full force panic. “W-What’s your n-name?” The gaze of the stranger slowly wandered towards the door, afraid someone would barge in.
“My name is Peter, Peter Stark.”
Peter was thrown off his hips and the blonde scrambled away, cowering down at the end of the bed. “Please, don’t kill me. Please, I didn’t want to fuck you, I swear.” Sweat was running down his forehead and his pupils were dilated in fear. He looked like a deer trapped in the body of a wolf. Peter almost felt pity, but instead he settled with a wide smirk and counted back from three in his head. Three. Two. One.
“Lie!” The door shot open and Tony entered the room, the safety of his gun already released. His eyes wandered through the room until his gaze fell on Peter’s pants which were thankfully still in place. Tony’s shoulders relaxed visibly.
“Oh, baby,” his Daddy cooed, a smile spread on his face, but the gun was still pointed at the blonde man. “If you wanted me to spank your cute little ass, you could have just asked. Do you really need to put the scumbag’s life at risk?”
The stranger became white as the wall, his eyes huge and full of fear. Any other human would have felt pity, but Tony couldn’t care less. Instead, he sat down on the bed, grabbed Peter’s hips and pulled him back against his chest. Peter snuggled into the embrace. “I love to see you jealous, Daddy. I wouldn’t have done anything with him, I swear. I just wanted you to remind me that I’m yours.”
Tony sighed in response, his free hand caressed Peter’s naked chest until it got caught on Peter’s nipple. The boy moaned in response, a guttural sound that echoed through the room. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming on his Daddy’s lap. It had just been too long since he had been filled properly.
“Baby, I know you didn’t want to get fucked by him, but now, he heard you moan and your moans are mine. Don’t you think he has to die?”
“No, no, please,” the man started to beg. “I’ll do anything. I won’t touch him again, I won’t look at him again, I swear.” 
Peter laughed at the pathetic picture the stranger made. Knowing that his Daddy held all the power in his hand made him whimper and he pressed back against the muscular chest. The bulge that nudged against his ass told him Tony wasn’t unaffected either.
“I don’t care, Daddy.” Peter was distracted by the arousal that burned inside of him. “Please, just show me that I belong to you, please, Daddy. I need you to punish me.”
He knew the words were enough to break Tony. He bent the boy over with a growl, until he was pressed against the mattress, his head only inches away from the shaking stranger. Tony buried his hands in Peter’s hair and pulled, so he was forced to look at the blonde.
“Do you see him shaking, baby? He’s lucky, I won’t kill him tonight.” Peter’s eyes rolled back at Tony’s display of strength and he started to rub his hips against the mattress. He didn’t care what happened to the other man, all he cared about was for the stranger to disappear.
“Daddy, please, don’t tease me anymore,” Peter was sobbing by now, his noises obscene and he desperately wanted his Daddy to rip his shorts off. He hadn’t bothered with underwear this morning, so the revealing shorts were the last barrier. “Make him go away, please. I need you to spank me, I need you to fill me up.”
Tony growled again, this time deeper and even more possessive and he whistled once to let Barnes know he was needed. 
“Cut out his tongue and dump him behind the club,” Tony commanded, and the Winter Soldier nodded in reply. It would be a quick thing, nothing unusual for the Mob boss and Peter couldn’t wait for the door to close again. It didn’t even take a minute until the screams of the blonde subsided and Peter was finally alone with his Daddy. 
“I want you naked in five seconds, baby boy,” Tony’s voice was firm, and Peter shuddered while he hurried to take off his shorts. “You’ll experience the consequences of your little stunt today. Come here, bend over Daddy’s lap.”
Peter should have been scared. Being punished by the mob boss usually meant you wouldn’t see the light of day again, but Peter knew he had grown on Tony. The man would never kill him as long as Peter wouldn’t break his trust. Peter loved him, loved him so much that it hurt and the threat of punishment made his cock bob in arousal. Without a second thought, Peter laid himself on his Daddy’s lap, ass and thighs at Tony’s mercy.
“Look at all the creamy white skin,” Tony cooed while his hands wandered over Peter’s ass, teasing the globes until the boy was squirming in arousal. “I’ll enjoy making your cute little butt red, baby. Tell me again, why do you have to be punished?”
“I’ve teased you,” Peter whimpered, his erection fully grown by now and it was rubbing against his Daddy’s thighs. “I’ve used blondie to make you jealous, but I swear I stuck to the rules, Daddy. I didn’t let him pull down my shorts and I didn’t let him mark me up.” He needed Tony to know that he hadn’t crossed their boundaries.
“Shh, baby, I know.” Tony caressed his back to assure him he wasn’t hurt. “I trust you, I know you’d know better than to betray me, but I still have to punish you. Do you understand why?”
After the words, Peter could let go and he moaned obscenely, although he hadn’t even got slapped once. He had been a little scared that his Daddy was really mad, but the game was only a display of who Peter belonged to. As if he needed that. “I love you, Daddy, and I get it. Please, don’t make me wait anymore.”
“I love you too, baby.” The first slap came simultaneously with Tony’s love confession and Peter cried out. He felt warm, the impact burning on his left ass cheek while the words warmed his heart. He loved this dangerous man so much, he would do anything to stay at his side, even if it meant getting watched by Tony’s bodyguards 24/7. He had chosen this and not once had he regretted the decision.
“How many more do you deserve, brat? What do you think about twenty? Do you think that’s fair?”
Yes, yes, yes. Peter nodded affirmatively since it was already hard to find his words. He just hoped that Tony wouldn’t force him to count because he knew he was already drifting towards the sweet place in his mind. God, he was so easy for his Daddy, they hadn’t even really started yet.
“One,” Tony announced and made Peter tense in anticipation. He pressed his ass back to be even closer and when the slap finally hit the back on his thighs, Peter sobbed in relief. It hurt a lot. Tony wasn’t holding back, but Peter loved the feeling. Pain always got him going and he craved the burn, craved his Daddy’s hands on his body.
The next slaps were even harder, fueling the fire in his ass and Peter could feel that his erection grew even harder, almost impossibly so. The fabric of his Daddy’s suit rubbed against his leaking cock, his tip twitching in oversensitivity. The sensations were too much, too intense, but his Daddy held him down, forced him to take it even though he felt like bursting. Peter knew he could come like this, Tony had already spanked him towards an orgasm before.
“You’re a treasure like this, baby,” Tony cooed while slap after slap reddened his ass. Peter wasn’t quite there yet, but he felt himself slipping, on the verge of drifting into the sweet place. “The only one I can hurt without scaring away. You’re a slut for me, not staying for my money or my protection, but for my cock and my love. Nobody could satisfy you like I do. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Yes, yes, Daddy. Only you. Always you. Peter wanted to scream, wanted to tell his Daddy how much he needed him, but the only sound that came out of his mouth was a pathetic cry. He was so close to floating, so close to losing his mind, and his Daddy knew it, keeping him on the verge just a tad longer.
“Come on, baby. Hold your cheeks open. Show Daddy where you want the next blow.”
Burning hot humiliation cursed through his veins, urging him on to follow his Daddy’s order. He was already so vulnerable, naked over Tony’s lap while the mob boss was still clothed, but knowing that his Daddy wanted him even more open, even more vulnerable, made him sob with desire. He could feel the first tear running down his chin, the first evidence of his Daddy’s power over him.
“Just like this, baby. I want you sobbing over my lap, baby. I want you to remember that you’re mine. Come on, I don’t have all day. Show me that you’re worth being owned.”
The words blew away every spark of hesitation and Peter’s hands wandered behind his back, spreading his cheeks to reveal his most vulnerable place. His hands burned on his cheeks and he could feel his hole twitching, begging for his Daddy to be filled.
Peter could hear a harsh inhale of breath, followed by a few curses and a suppressed growl. “Did you prep yourself for me, Peter?” Tony’s was firm and hungry. “You little hole is glistening for me.”
Had he? Peter didn’t remember anymore. Thinking was hard, too hard at the moment and he only knew that he needed to be spanked and filled. Everything else was pushed to the back of his mind, buried under mind-blowing arousal.
“God, baby, it’s inviting me. How could I resist when you’re so needy, so desperate to be filled?”
Peter moaned, squirming and begging wordlessly for his Daddy’s touch. Keeping himself spread got harder and harder every second and he almost worried that nothing would happen until Tony finally had mercy. The slap hit him directly across his hole, so much more intense, so much more painful than the previous ones. Peter wailed, blown away by the pain and as soon as the second blow was delivered on his most vulnerable place, Peter fell.
The sweet place was soft and warm, sensations burning together and spiraling higher and higher. Pain and pleasure blurred together, and the throb of his leaking erection slipped in the back of his mind. Peter was at peace, fixated on nothing but his Daddy and the happiness that surged through his body. He didn’t have to worry about anything, his Daddy would take care of him.
Peter didn’t notice anymore that his Daddy delivered the last blow. He didn’t notice that he was moved, and he didn’t even notice that Tony’s thick cock entered him. He laid on clouds, only aware of the dull burn in his ass and the soothing presence of his Daddy. Going down under felt like floating, like laying on clouds and he couldn’t even remember his own name anymore.
Until his Daddy pulled him up. “Come back to me, baby.” 
Another hit on his burning ass made Peter aware of his surroundings again and he blinked to get accustomed to the new situation. He was laying on his stomach, his Daddy’s cock balls deep inside of him and he immediately bucked into the sensation.
“Woah, careful, boy,” Tony soothed him and gripped Peter’s neck, so the boy went limp again. “I need you to be conscious for a second, baby. I need you to remember when I claim you.”
Peter turned his head and gave his Daddy a confused look. He had already claimed him, his ass was cherry red and he was split open, Tony’s entire length buried inside of him. But when his gaze traveled lower, he could see a black permanent marker in Tony’s hand.
“Look at me,” Tony ordered while he flipped the pen open and Peter moaned when his Daddy moved his hips slightly. “I want you to watch me when I mark you up, baby. Don’t think you’re allowed to wash it off.”
Peter whimpered when the tip of the pen touched his left ass cheek, pressing lightly into the abused skin. The burn spiked up again and Peter couldn’t stop himself from tensing around his Daddy’s cock. It was just too much, it felt just too good.
“Don’t move, baby,” Tony commanded, and a hint of a threat filled his voice. “You don’t want me to slip.” 
Peter obeyed and kept completely quiet, savoring every scratch of the marker on his skin. His Daddy took his time, decorating both of Peter’s cheeks and the boy felt his arousal growing. He was owned, he was cherished and loved, just like he had always dreamed about.
When his Daddy was finally done, he threw the pen away, not caring where it landed. He growled, grabbing Peter’s hips and continued to slam his cock inside. “You look so beautiful all marked up, baby. God, baby, give me your phone.”
It took a second before Peter understood what his Daddy wanted from him, the pleasure making it hard to think. Each thrust hit his sweet spot directly and his body shook in arousal. When his mind finally caught up, he fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, tossing it carelessly at his Daddy.
Tony didn’t stop moving his hips while he took the picture and Peter’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was getting closer and closer, although his Daddy didn’t even touch his cock.
“Look at this, Peter,” Tony ordered and held the screen in front of Peter’s face.
Property of Tony Stark. 
This was it, Peter couldn’t hold back anymore. His Daddy had turned his ass a deep red, marking him up with his hand and on top of the angry color, he had branded Peter with his name. The thought should have scared him, the possessiveness on the verge of going too far, but Peter loved the feeling so much, he started to cry. Feelings were crashing over him, love and pleasure, pain and longing, and Peter had to let them out though his tears.
“Shh, I know, baby,” Tony cooed while his thrust speeded up even more and he abused Peter’s sweet spot with every thrust. “Daddy is here to catch you, just let go.” 
Peter closed his eyes and his head fell back onto the mattress. He could trust Tony, he would catch him. Peter was his property, Peter was loved.
He had never come this intense before. The orgasm rippled through his body, lighting up every cell and Peter heard himself screaming. His muscles locked up tightly, his hole milking his Daddy’s cock and he squirmed on the mattress. His Daddy had to hold him still, afraid Peter might accidentally hurt himself while his body fell apart on Tony’s cock. Wave after wave crashed through him and his body trembled under the sensation.
Peter could feel when his Daddy followed, a hot wetness spread in his hole and a deep growl announced that Tony came as well. He felt connected, the love of his Daddy suddenly overwhelming and he cried through the last twitches of his orgasm, cried when Tony hit his prostate again and again. When the last sensations ebbed away, Peter went limp.
Suddenly fighting against his fatigue, Peter couldn’t move anymore. He couldn’t protest when his Daddy pulled out and couldn’t even squirm when Tony pushed his cheeks apart. He heard the click of his phone while he was drifting away, slowly losing his consciousness.
 When Peter opened his eyes again, more than half an hour had passed. 
“Back with me, baby,” Tony whispered and pressed a kiss against Peter’s temple. “I love you, Peter. I’ll always cherish and protect you.”
Peter cuddled against his Daddy’s chest. “Love you too. So much.”
Tony smiled and pulled him closer, before he fumbled for his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint. He opened his gallery and showed Peter the last picture he had made. Peter blushed. It was taken from the same angle Tony had taken the last picture from, showing off Peter’s ass and the black letters on his skin. But this time, Tony had pulled his cheeks apart, capturing how his Daddy’s come leaked out of Peter’s abused hole.
“This is for me, baby. You’re claimed and marked. Inside and out.”
Peter giggled and buried his face against his Daddy’s chest. He didn’t mind the possessiveness, basking in the attention of the Mob boss.
“I won’t force you, Peter, but what do you think about a tattoo?”
Everything for you. Peter hid the smile against Tony’s chest. Suddenly, he knew what he would give his Daddy for his next birthday. He wanted to belong to Tony Stark. Forever. 
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Consequences and Rewards
This is my @starkerkink fill for @the107thh. Sorry I'm late but I hope you like it!
My prompt was:
omega!peter is surprised by his first heat arriving early, alpha!biodad!tony has to help him through it. lots of dirty talk centered around tony’s cock being the one that made peter, and potential mpreg. (i.e “yeah, you like that? you like the cock that made you filling you up? fuckin’ dirty slut for your dad’s dick, huh? you want me to knock you up pete? pump you full of your own goddamn siblings?”) bonus points for cum inflation, excessive scenting, and rimming/felching.
Warnings! Starkercest, omegaverse, dirty talk, implied mpreg, breeding, some cum inflation, some felching
Ao3 Link (4183 WC)
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Tony is in a business meeting when the commotion happens.
One of his board members is arguing about something he doesn't care about when he hears frantic yelling outside the room. Everyone's heads turn towards the door as the source of the noise comes closer. It sounds like it's headed straight towards them.
"Mr. Stark–!" Tony hears his secretary call out, voice high pitched and shrill. "You can't just go in there! Your father is–!"
Too late. The door is flung open and Tony's little omega son is at the entrance, chest heaving and face flushed. All eyes are on him and Tony stands, brows scrunched up in concern.
His secretary, also an omega, almost barrels into Peter and he sees how her eyes widen at the room full of alphas.
"Mr. Stark, sir, I'm so sorry–" she starts to say. She's trying to tug Peter out of the room but his boy resists. His eyes are only on Tony and it's then that Tony realizes why.
There's a sweet scent filtering into the room and it cuts right through the synthetic chemically smell of scent blockers that the alpha board members use. The potency of the scent is meant to turn an alpha's head, to scramble their logical minds, and push them into heeding their more savage instincts.
All around him, his board members go very still, eyes focused on Tony's young omega son. His son who is in heat.
Peter only has eyes for his father though and his bottom lip trembles in a way that catches Tony's attention.
"Dad…" he says and there's a quiver in his voice. Then softer and pleadingly, "D-Daddy…"
His son strains against the other omega's hold and that, along with Peter's upset tone makes something in Tony snap.
In the blink of an eye, he's by Peter's side and he flings the secretary's hand away. His sweet boy literally jumps into his arms, legs wrapping around the alpha's waist as he clings onto his father.
Tony cradles him like the precious treasure he is and faces the group of alphas who are shell-shocked into inaction. His lips are pulled up, flashing the sharp points of his canines in a warning snarl. He's still coherent. For now.
"Dismissed," Tony barks out. It comes out harsh and guttural and it even makes some of them flinch.
Tony doesn't care.
Peter is digging his nose into his sensitive neck, desperately seeking out his father's familiar scent. It would almost be cute if the situation wasn't so dire.
Tony lets him as he backs out of the room. He expects Peter to settle down but instead of calming down, the omega's scent only turns sour when he can't scent his father. The alpha realizes then that, of course, his Peter won't find it.
Tony wears a scent neutralizer like every alpha is supposed to in the building.
The distress is making it worse for Peter, Tony knows it is. The boy feels so warm in his arms but he's trembling with the full force of an early heat.
The alpha makes the quick decision to take them both to his office. He would've preferred to take them home where he can give Peter the supplies he so desperately needs but the boy is already too far gone. Not to mention, Tony's alpha instincts would make him literally rip out any intruder's eyes if they even looked at his boy.
Peter bounces in his arms as Tony rushes them away. It's only when his son's ass rubs against the front of his pants that Tony realizes he's hard.
"Fuck…" Tony hisses.
Just those slight, unintentional touches against his dick makes the pleasure rise more and more. It starts to build, forbidden and uninvited, encouraged by his boy's sweet, alluring scent making its way into his lungs and the feel of a nice, round ass rubbing against him. He steels himself against it though, pushing it aside but it's impossible to ignore.
It's because Peter is an omega and Tony is an alpha. It doesn't matter to their instincts that they were related by blood, nevermind that Tony was the one who sired the trembling boy in his arms.
Slick has started to seep through Peter's jeans and they stain Tony's clothes like a mark of possession. Everyone will know just by scent alone that Tony's been involved with an omega in heat. They'd probably all assume that he fucked said omega through their heat without even thinking it was his son.
A dangerous thought emerges… Tony might just do exactly that.
They arrive in his office and Peter's quiet little whimpers only remind Tony how the heat must be ravaging his poor boy's mind. His own instincts are rearing up, demanding that he keep his omega son safe.
He kicks the door shut behind him and promptly lays the omega down onto the comfortable little couch there before he straightens. Immediately, Peter's scrambling to sit up, slim but strong little fingers twisting themselves in Tony's suit.
"Dad–! Don't… Don't go!"
Surprised, Tony paused and really looks at his son.
Beads of sweat have started to form and leave silvery trails as they streak down from Peter's hairline. There's a pink flush on his cheeks and his chest rises up and down far too fast. The omega's brown eyes, a feature he inherited from Tony, were dilated as they implored the alpha to stay.
The thought of leaving Peter has never even occurred to him. He only wants to lock the door but fuck that, he isn't leaving his son when he's looking at him like that.
"Oh, sweetheart," Tony murmurs, cupping the boy's face. "I'm not going anywhere, kiddo. Alpha's here, baby boy, alpha's right here..."
He pulls Peter into an embrace and his cock, hard and undeniable presses between them. He ignores it but Peter's body goes so still when he recognizes what exactly it is.
Instead of being repulsed, his sweet boy only clings onto him harder. His breath stutters in his chest and Peter tries to scent him once again.
"Dad, your scent– I can't…"
Tony tries to rub against his scent gland and his hand bumps against Peter's nose and soft lips.
He curses the fact that he wears that top of the line quality scent blocker.
"I need to wipe off the blockers," Tony tells Peter. "Lemme go to the bathroom– It'll just take a minute."
But Peter refuses to let him go. If anything, his grip tightens on his father and the soft little sounds that break Tony's heart.
Then Tony's entire body jolts in surprise when he feels something wet swipe over his skin. An alpha's scent gland isn't as sensitive as an omega's but for Tony, it's like sparks of pleasure that go straight to his already hard cock.
"I'll get it off, daddy…" Peter says, the words muffled as he licks his alpha's neck. The dexterous little muscle swipes slowly and carefully over Tony's skin, savoring the taste of flesh and sweat. Peter licks and licks, the sensation would be almost ticklish if Tony wasn't so turned on already.
Tony groans and now he's the one tightening his hold on his boy's shoulders.
"O-Oh–!" Peter moans out in pure bliss when his father's scent starts to emerge. He seals his small mouth over Tony's scent gland and sucks.
"F-Fuck!" Tony growls and shoves the boy away. It's enough that Peter falls back, panting and dazed. Drunk off from his father's scent.
The alpha stands, panting hard. His cock is so hard that it makes a noticeable tent in his expensive suit pants.
Peter blinks up at him with large doe eyes, mouth wet with spit. He's so innocent… Too innocent. He doesn't even know that doing that to his alpha father was so, so wrong.
Tony licks his dry lips, his gaze tracing over Peter's parted pink lips.
"Baby, this isn't something your dad should be doing to you," Tony growls. "I'm your father, Pete. You doing those things…"
His eyes go hooded and he cups the hard bulge between his legs. Peter's eyes follow the movement and he sways towards him as though he wanted to be the one touching him.
"There's consequences, kid," Tony tells him, voice hoarse with restraint. "When an omega marks an alpha like that… And especially when they're all sweet smelling with slick and heat… You know what that means, huh? You're asking to get fucked, Petey pie. You're asking to get fucked by your father… Is that what you want? Cause that's what you're telling me."
His son's eyes grow even wider and his hand, which was resting on his thigh, inches subconsciously between his legs. Slick has drenched his inner thighs and his little cock has left a wet spot a little higher up.
"I–I…" Peter stutters softly as though unsure of what to say. He squeezes his eyes shut just when his hand flutters over his cock.
That's when Tony makes his move. He sinks one knee into the couch and sinks his fingers into his boy's messy curls. A harsh tug has Peter's eyes flying open.
"Ah–!" He stares at Tony with hungry eyes, shameless lust making his sweet boy look so alluring like a siren. Like an omega desperate to get fucked.
"You do want it," Tony groans in triumph. "You want daddy's hard cock in your sweet hole… You want your father to fill you up with the seed that made you."
Peter gasps softly but he doesn't deny it. Tony lays his hand over the omega's between his legs and he presses down to feel the hard shape of his son's cock.
"Dad…" Peter moans, begs, hips twitching up towards their combined touch.
"I made a slutty little omega, didn't I?" Tony says as he continues to touch him. "Slutty little boy just gagging for it. I bet you even planned this…"
The omega whines and he even shakes his head.
"Didn't mean to, dad… I didn’t– didn't know!" He gasps. "Thought I was just getting sick…"
"Hmm…" Tony gives him the benefit of the doubt but even if Peter's early heat was an accident, it doesn't change things. His sweet baby has no idea what he's in for by enticing his father like this.
Peter's barely hanging on, leaning towards his father with that sweet mouth of his trembling. God, Tony wants to ravish him and now, he has his chance.
Tony drags the boy's hand from where they were pressing down on his little cock. He brings it to where his own cock, much larger and intimidating, is aching to be released.
"Take it out, Pete…" Tony commands him. "Take out my cock. See for yourself what you're asking for…"
"Dad…" The way it's said is like a breathless prayer.
Tony waits patiently while Peter fumbles with his button. The boy's eyes are glued to where he's working to obey the command.
"That's it, baby… Go on… See what Daddy has for you," Tony murmurs when Peter unbuttons his pants, revealing the alpha's underwear. Those are quickly tugged down by shaking hands.
He's so hard that his cock smacks against his boy's face when he's uncovered. The startled sound that leaves Peter's mouth has the alpha groaning and tugging him closer by his hair.
Peter moans as he goes along with it. His father's hot flesh rubs against his nose, his cheek… The deep, undeniable scent of an aroused alpha… His own father…
"What do you think, baby?" Tony groans. "This is what you wanted… Your daddy's cock right in front of your face. Little pervert. Think it'll fit inside?"
Every word has Peter's face turn redder and redder but Tony knows his son well. He's only getting more excited. Yeah… His boy's a pervert, just like his father.
The boy's brows scrunch together like he's actually trying to figure out if it will.
"It's really big, dad…" Peter murmurs in reply. He mouths along the length, unprompted. His pink lips look so obscene on Tony's hard cock.
Tony's fingers run through his hair, soothing him. Already, the proximity of an alpha nearby, aroused and ready to breed, has calmed his son's instincts.
"Get it wet, Pete," Tony instructs, "get a good scenting in… It'll get you wetter… Get you ready for my cock. You'll need it."
Peter's such a good omega and an even better son. He tries so hard to fulfill his father's requests, fitting his cute mouth over Tony's intimidating cock. Those soft lips suck on his cockhead and the alpha groans, hips nudging forward to feed more of his length into his son's mouth.
Tony can tell right away that his son has never done this before.
Good.
Their eyes never leave one another as Peter tries to suck him off. His son's mouth feels nice and warm but soon, Tony wants something else. He wasn't to finish the job and get a good breeding in.
Peter may have gotten some coherency back, but without a good proper knot plugging him up, his heat would only grow worse the longer he went without.
It isn't long before Tony pulls him off but Peter whines and tries to get Tony's cock back in his mouth. The alpha holds him back even when he'd like nothing more than to sink his cock back into his son's mouth.
He tugs the boy onto his feet and Peter stands on wobbly legs. He pulls the boy towards where his desk is and doesn't say a word before he's clearing the surface with a sweep of his hand. Papers, documents, probably even million dollar deals, all scatter to the floor in a mess but Tony doesn't flinch.
He hears Peter gasp behind him but when he turns towards his son, he cocks a brow at him.
"Go on, sweetheart," Tony encourages him. "Time to get bred."
He pumps his hard cock, distributing all the precum that's leaked out along with Peter's spit.
His son trembles as he bends over his dad's desk. He's still fully clothed and Tony tsks in disapproval.
"Can't get fucked like that," Tony says offhandedly. "Take your shirt off, kid."
Peter obeys. The shirt goes and Tony admires the lines of light muscle work beneath pale skin. Then he steps up close, arms circling Peter's waist from behind so he can undo the omega's pants. Unlike Peter's clumsy attempts, Tony has them unbuttoned and unzipped effortlessly.
He pulls his son's pants down along with his boxers. His fingers skim along Peter's flanks and thighs. It makes his boy shiver from anticipation.
Tony can smell the slick so close and he can't resist parting the boy's cheeks and getting a good look at his son's twitching hole.
"Fuck…" Tony breathes as he takes it in. Perfect and pink… It's so tiny that Tony, for one moment, wonders if he'll be able to fulfill his promise of having Peter take his knot.
His son has such a cute little hole for him.
Peter squirms under Tony's hands.
"Dad…" Peter whines softly. "D-Don't stare like that…"
Tony looks up to find Peter looking over his shoulder. The flush has traveled down his neck, across his shoulders, and further down his chest.
"Why not, sweetheart?" Tony murmurs, moving closer to that virgin hole. "I'm just looking… Gotta make sure you can take me but I know you can… I made you, didn't I? Made you just for myself..."
Even with just a glance, he knows Peter can. it'll be a tight fit, for sure, but his son's leaking so much slick… It's dripping from that pretty untouched hole and leaving wet trails along his thighs.
He has a brief fantasy of just eating his boy out for hours until Peter cries. He thinks Peter might cry if he even tries for a minute, he's so squirmy and desperate for cock.
"When I'm done with you… You're gonna be so full of cum, Pete… Gonna give you a little belly and lick it all out of you…" Tony promises. He kisses Peter's cheek before he stands, still palming the round globes of his ass.
"But first things first…" Tony sighs when he places his cock right between Peter's cheeks. He sandwiches it, groaning when he starts to rub against his boy.
"Oh– Oh, please…" Peter holds so still and even reaches back to hold himself open. "Please, daddy… ease… Need you to fuck me and come inside… Please, come inside me..."
Tony angles his cock so it rubs right against Peter's virgin hole. Then he teases him a bit, nudging against the pink rim but not quite pushing in yet.
"Yeah? You want daddy to come inside here?" Tony teases, "Not only do you want your father's cock inside you… You want me to creampie this pretty hole of yours… How did my sweet little boy turn into such a slutty omega…"
Peter groans when he feels it. His body instinctively rocks back to try to take it but Tony's hand clamps down on his waist.
"Just you, dad…" Peter swears, "wanted daddy to be my alpha… Wanted daddy to make me his o-omega wife…"
"Naughty…" Tony hisses. " Dirty little slut… Can't believe you're begging for the cock that made you…"
It only has his son moaning, squirming and trying to get his father to put it in all the way. As much as Tony would love to tease him, he has needs too. He finally pushes the tip of his cock in but only the tip. All that wetness allows it to slide in like he belonged there.
"Mmph…!" Peter cries out at the stretch. "D-Dad…!"
Tony groans at the tight little hole trying to suck him in.
"Gonna give it to you, kid…" Tony pants, "Gonna stretch out this little hole… Ride you hard and come deep inside. Fucking slutty little omega… Wanted Daddy to fuck your virgin little hole, well, now you have it…"
"Daddy's cock…" Peter groans. He's panting hard, gasping wetly when Tony starts to push in. His boy clenches down on him in the most sweetest hold and Peter's voice just begs him to keep going. "Daddy's cock feels… so… good…"
"Yeah, that's it, Pete…" Tony growls, "My perfect omega… So hungry for your father's cock and cum…"
"Oh–! Please, dad…" Peter begs, "I need it so bad…"
Tony groans, he only manages to push in halfway before he starts to pull out. In the next second, he sinks back in, working his cock in inch by inch.
Peter's so wet inside that the sound of his cock moving through all that slick echoes in the room. It's obscene.
He's fucking his son. His sweet Peter. He's fucking him raw and he's being begged to finish inside.
A thought pops up.
"Baby…" Tony groans into his ear. He holds still, his cock buried inside Peter's body with just a few inches still left outside. "You didn't take your pill, did you…"
Peter freezes beneath him and that gives Tony his answer. No birth control, no suppressants. Absolutely nothing to stop Tony from getting his boy pregnant. And Peter had been begging him to do it.
Tony is fucking his young, fertile omega son.
"Fuck…" Tony growls and it's the last straw. He shoves in all the way, unrelenting and harsh until his hips smack against his son's round ass.
Peter cries out, fingernails scratching against polished wood.
"Fuck, you really are an omega slut!" Tony grips Peter's hips hard, unwilling to let him escape his punishing thrusts. "Daddy's little fuckhole… That's what you are, Peter, baby… Daddy's little cumdump… So desperate to keep daddy yourself that you're trying to get knocked up… Probably want it so bad, huh? Want daddy to cream inside you so you'll get knocked up with your own siblings…"
"Uhhnn–" Peter tries to speak but all that comes out of him are high pitched squeals and cries. Tony doesn't even care because he knows the truth.
Fucking Peter is an experience. His tight little hole clings onto his father's cock, squeezing and massaging… Begging Tony to pop his knot.
"Don't worry, baby," Tony groans while he's hammering inside. "We'll get this flat little belly of yours nice and round today… Get you knocked up on your dad's cum like you want…"
"Mm– T-thank you, daddy…" Peter cries out. "Thank you…!"
"Don't thank me yet," Tony breathes with a soft chuckle. His hips slap against Peter's round bottom, turning the cheeks a pretty pink. "Still gotta knot you, kid…"
Peter doesn't understand what he means by that but Tony shows him. Now that Tony knows his son's unprotected, his new mission is to get as much cum as possible in his boy. That means multiple knottings. Tony won't even fuck his mouth until he's sure his son is knocked up.
He starts to rut even though it's much too early for that. He needs to come inside. Needs to fill Peter up until he's not only leaking slick but leaking his father's cum.
"Dad…" Peter gasps when he feels the knot.
"Yeah… That's daddy's knot, baby…" Tony groans. "Daddy's knot that he's gonna put inside you…"
Tony ruts against his son, groaning hotly against his nape when Peter's little rim encourages the knot to grow. And it does… It grows larger and larger, straining the limits of Peter's body because stony is still fucking him… It's only at the last second that stony shoves in hard and settles the knot deep where it belongs.
"Dad…!" Peter cries out when Tony starts to come.
Tony doesn't hear him… His vision whites out, blood roaring in his ears when his orgasm rushes through him. Load after load of virile seed gets dumped right into his baby's unprotected body
The alpha gives a harsh moan of completion, hips still rocking minutely.
When he comes to, Peter is squirming beneath him. He's come so much that he could feel his release, squishing around him, blood hot and thick.
"You came inside…" Peter says. It's breathless and awed as though he didn't really think his father would
Tony nips his ear, licking around the shell.
"Mm… Gonna keep doing it," Tony promised. "This slutty hole is mine now, kid… You're mine now."
"Yes, daddy…" Peter breathes out.
Tony reaches between the boy's leg and ours when he finds wetness there.
"Good boy… Coming on your alpha's knot…" Tony praises. He starts to slowly stroke the soft little omega cock. As a result, Peter squirms and his body massages Tony's knot.
"D-Dad…" Peter stutters. "'m sensitive…"
Tony smirks. "I know, baby… But we gotta make you come a lot… Helps with getting pregnant. You do wanna get pregnant, don't you…?"
Peter whimpers but doesn't try to squirm out if Tony's hold.
"I do…"
"Then trust daddy, Pete…"
"Okay, daddy…"
They end up staying the night at the office. Peter's heat mellows out before it spikes again and he ends up riding his dad while he's sitting at his desk.
Tony finds out that Peter makes the most delicious sounds when he's bouncing on his cock… It doesn't help that Tony whispers what a dirty slut his son is…
"No, don't stop, baby…" Tony pulls him up and down effortlessly. "Damage already done… How many loads did I put in you? two? Three?"
By the fourth, they've lost count. By the fifth, Tony has to fuck Peter on the couch, the boy tucked away in his arms while his hips hump away.
Peter's barely conscious. He's so tired, so fucked out, but his body demands more and more.
Tony's hand rests on Peter's belly, curving over the slight bulge that forms. It gives the alpha such great satisfaction, knowing that he's stuffed his son full. Every thrust has his cum squelching out, ruining the couch beneath them.
Neither of them care. Peter lays limp and content, his hole worked loose by the constant fucking.
He barely makes a sound when Tony knots him again. He does whimper when he feels more cum being released inside.
"Feel… full… dad…" Peter groans. His hole has to be sore, it's definitely red from being fucked but he's an omega. He's made for this.
Even so, he whimpers in relief when his dad pulls out. The emptiness feels wrong but then he cries out and his eyes fly open.
Tony is between his legs, his beard scratching against his sensitive skin. A gentle tongue runs over his puffy hole, scooping up the combined taste of cum and slick.
With trembling hands, Peter holds his knees to his chest, holding himself open for his father as Tony does as he pleases. His little omega cock twitches but that's all it does.
He ends up coming dry just from the sensation of his dad's tongue fucking into him.
And when his father puts his cock back inside, Peter only groans softly and holds on tight.
Their first kiss tastes of cum and slick… but Peter wouldn't have it any other way.
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Written for @starkly as a part of the Starker Kink Exchange 2020 ( @starkerkink) This was a ton of fun to write and I hope you love it! 💕
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark
Summary: He felt his cock twitch in the tight constrains of his jeans, a wave of nauseous arousal swelling in him at the thought. And that, well, that was new. Tony had certainly never thought about fucking his son before, but now that he was… and now that his son was Peter… there was something shamefully hot about the situation, about the thought of fucking his own kid. 
Tags: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Accidental Incest, Established Relationship, Implied Age Difference, Blowjobs, Dirty Talk, Face-Fucking, Spitting, Praise Kink, Wet & Messy, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Mild Size Kink, Coming Untouched
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Tony knew the rumors- he had heard the whispers, the murmured implications about his and Peter’s relationship. He’d been in the spotlight for too long to miss it, to be blind to what others said about him. But he also knew how to ignore it. Too much had been said about Tony Stark throughout his life, too many nasty, hurtful things, for the little rumors to affect him any more.
Peter, though, he was new to this. Sweet, doe-eyed Peter had never experienced the vitriol that an angry reporter could come up with, or the baseless accusations that a paparazzo would hurl to get a reaction, and those same whispers hurt him, hit him somewhere deep.
That was what made Tony do it, had made him anonymously send off a sample of their saliva to be DNA tested. He would do anything to protect Peter… and this seemed like the next natural step.
Because it wasn’t just their age gap that had caught the press’ attention, it was that coupled with Tony’s practically unaccounted for, but certainly promiscuous, twenties. Their matching brown eyes didn’t help, and neither did the distinctive slope of their noses, or any other of a million traits that the press had pointed out.
The evidence was damn near undeniable, but Tony knew better. He would’ve known if he had a kid, if he’d gotten some girl pregnant. Plus, Mary Parker had been married, a good girl, and Tony didn’t fuck married women… most of the time. Either way, Peter wasn’t his kid, no matter how much he called the older man Daddy, and Tony was going to prove it.
He’d set the manila envelope on top of a dozen others scattered on his desk, unopened and waiting for Peter to arrive after his classes were over. Tony already felt guilty about sending the samples off without telling his boyfriend, and he figured the least he could do was have them open the results together.
So he waited.
He got lost in a million other projects that needed his attention, hunched over his desk and music blaring.
Soon enough, Tony’s concentration was broken by the quiet ding of the elevator, and Peter bounding into the workshop. He immediately went over to the older man, drawing him into a gentle embrace as he pressed their lips together.
“Hey sweetheart,” Tony murmured, pulling Peter closer and tightening his arms around the boy. “Gotta surprise for you.”
“Mm, yeah?” Peter replied, pulling back to make eye contact, smiling gently as he spoke, “Got a present for me?”
“Not quite,” Tony drew back, reluctantly breaking the embrace to reach for the manila envelope sitting innocuously on his desk, “Thought we could finally put those rumors to rest, get some reporters off our back.”
Peter chuckled, sliding the envelope open with one slim finger. He pulled out the results, skimming over the printed words before his face suddenly went pale.
“Tony… this, this isn’t funny,” Peter whispered, a splotchy flush rising on his cheeks.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Tony asked, brow furrowed in confusion at Peter’s reaction.
“It… it says you’re my Dad. That… that can’t be right.”
Tony grabbed the paper from Peter’s weak grasp, scanning his eyes over the paper- and- “Fuck.”
He looked up to see Peter staggering away from him, trembling as he moved towards the couch that sat in the middle of the workshop.
Peter sat down heavily, shock radiating from every pore. “You… you’re actually my dad,” He looked up at Tony, cheeks flushed and eyes brimming with unshed tears.
“Baby-“ Tony began, voice low and hoarse, “It’s gonna be okay, we… we-“ But he didn’t know how to finish that sentence, didn’t know what exactly they were going to do. Because what did you do when you found out that your boyfriend, the man you love, the man you’ve been fucking, is actually your son?
He felt his cock twitch in the tight constrains of his jeans, a wave of nauseous arousal swelling in him at the thought. And that, well, that was new. Tony had certainly never thought about fucking his son before, but now that he was… and now that his son was Peter… there was something shamefully hot about the situation, about the thought of fucking his own kid.
But now certainly wasn’t the time to think about that, Peter was still hunched over on the couch, red faced and trembling, and Tony had to do something, anything, to fix it.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Tony murmured, moving to kneel at Peter’s feet. “It’s gonna be okay, we don’t have to tell anyone, we can just keep denying the rumors as best as we can.”
Peter nodded tremulously, still not daring to look up at the other man, so Tony did what he did best and kept rambling to fill the silence. “I love you, Pete, this isn’t going to change that. We can just keep doing what we have been, dating, and just… try to forget all of this.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Peter asked, voice quiet as he finally looked up at Tony. The older man’s heart stuttered in his chest, his whole body going cold with fear. “You… you want to break up with me?”
“No! Tony, God no. I mean…” Peter paused, clearing his throat nervously and reaching out for Tony’s hands, clutching them tightly within his own. “What if I don’t want to forget? What if I… like that you’re my Dad?”
Tony’s breath stutters again, but for a different reason this time, as he is suddenly, painfully, hard in his jeans. “You… you like that I’m your Dad?”
“I know it’s weird, I know… but, yeah?” The younger man shifts in his seat, but not nervously, like Tony had thought before… more like, like he was hard, like he was as desperate for it as Tony was. He could practically feel the tension filling the room, the mood changing as he shifted where he was kneeling. Before he could respond though, Peter kept talking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it- it’s fucked up, I shouldn’t… be thinking like this, I just-“
“Peter, baby, it’s okay,” Tony interrupted, squeezing the young man’s hands tighter within his own.
“But it’s not!” Peter replied, frantic and breathy, “You probably think I’m some kind of… of freak, and I-“
And no, that’s not right, Peter’s freaking out, panicking, and Tony’s kneeling there hard in his jeans and he doesn’t know what else to say so instead of saying anything, he pulls Peter’s hand down, uncurling his fingers and pressing his hand into the stiffness of his cock.
Peter’s mouth closes with a snap, blinking confusedly as he stares up at Tony, “You…?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t… Maybe we shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I like it too, sweetheart,” Tony murmurs, pushing forward into the squeezing warmth of Peter’s, of his son’s, hand.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby,” Tony leaned forward, lips brushing against the curve of Peter’s ear as he whispered his next words to him. “Don’t know what it is, but I fucking love it, love the idea that you’re my son, that I’ve been fucking you with the cock that made you, and the whole goddamn time you’ve been calling me Daddy and we had no fucking clue.”
Peter moaned brokenly, twisting his head around to press his lips desperately against Tony’s, already needy and desperate as he melted into the kiss.
Tony returned the kiss viciously, licking and biting his way into Peter’s mouth as he pushed him to lay on the couch, pressing him into the cushions with his own weight.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Tony groaned, huffing out the words as he moved to bite along the tender skin of Peter’s neck, “Wanna get inside of you, wanna fuck that sweet little hole.”
“Please Daddy,” Peter mewled, pushing his hips up and into Tony’s, “‘M made for you, Daddy, made to take your cock.”
“Yeah you are baby boy, perfect little body, just for your Daddy- But that’s not what you wanna call me, is it? ‘Cause I’m not just your Daddy, am I, Pete?” Tony practically growled the words, pressing his hips down in a filthy grind that had Peter’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck,” Peter exclaimed, choking on the word as he twitched beneath the other man, already overwhelmed by sensation.
“Say it,” Tony murmured, lacing one hand into Peter’s hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to make eye contact, “Go on, baby, what do you wanna call me?”
The boy whined, clenching his eyes shut before choking out the words, “Dad, please, fuck me!”
“That’s it,” Tony growled, sinking his teeth into the tender expanse of skin between Peter’s shoulder and neck, “Beg for your Dad’s dick, baby, beg for the cock that made you.” He ran broad hands up the Peter’s sides, slipping them under his shirt and pulling, tugging until it was off, and Peter’s chest was bared beneath him.
He immediately turned his attention to the delicate buds of Peter’s nipples, sucking the left one into his mouth as the boy struggled for words beneath him.
Peter laced one hand into Tony’s hair, pulling him closer as he whined at the stimulation, “Please, Dad, want it so bad, ‘m so hard for you, I can’t- I can’t wait anymore, please!”
“Good boy,” Tony murmured, relishing in the shiver that wracked the boy’s body at the praise, “Your Dad’s gonna give it to you, don’t worry sweetheart.” He pulled back reluctantly, kneeling over Peter with a knee on each side of his hips. Peter looked wrecked already, flushed and wanting, his lips spit slick and swollen.
“So pretty for me sweetheart…” Tony ran his hands down the pale expanse of Peter’s sides, savoring the feeling of the smaller boy beneath him. “Wanna suck my cock, baby boy? Wanna get a taste of your Dad’s dick?”
Peter mewled at the thought, gripping Tony’s hips and leaning forward eagerly, desperate for whatever he could get from the older man.
“Easy, baby, Daddy’s gonna give you what you need.” Tony shuffled forward, moving to press Peter’s shoulders into the couch with his knees, before unzipping his jeans and pulling out his throbbing cock, dripping already with precum. “Open up for me sweetheart.”
Immediately, Peter opened his mouth, extending his tongue and looking up at his Dad with pleading eyes. Tony leaned forward, slipping two fingers into the wet warmth of his mouth and spreading them into a V, stretching Peter’s cheeks and framing his tongue with his fingers. “Good boy,” he murmured, before spitting directly into his mouth. Peter whined at the feeling, bucking beneath Tony’s weight.
Tony withdrew his fingers, wiping the spit on them alongside Peter’s jaw before thrusting his cock into the boy’s open mouth before he had a chance to swallow. Peter immediately moaned around the intrusion, eliciting a responding groan from the man above him.
“That’s it, baby, take it for me, take your Dad’s cock,” Tony thrusted shallowly in and out of the boy’s mouth, letting him get used to the sensation before pushing deeper, beginning to fuck Peter’s face in earnest. Spit was seeping out of the corners of Peter’s mouth, slicking the slide of his Dad’s cock as he fucked his face. Tears were pooling in his eyes, beginning to trickle down his face before Tony reached down, smearing the wetness across the boy’s face before pushing all the way down, burying himself in the warmth of Peter’s throat.
“Fuck sweetheart,” Tony grunted, grinding deeper as Peter choked helplessly around his cock, “Gotta be careful or you’re gonna make me cum, and I have plans for that sweet cunt of yours.” He pulled out of the boy’s mouth, wiping the spit slick head of his cock across the plumpness of Peter’s lower lip.
Peter whined at the loss, looking pleadingly up at Tony. “Hush baby, gotta get at that sweet little hole now.” The older man shifted, yanking off Peter’s jeans and groaning at the sight of his hard and flushed cock, and the way it curved up to bump against his toned stomach. “Beautiful, baby boy, should’ve known you were my son all along, with a pretty cock like that.”
”Fuck,” Peter groans, his voice choked and hoarse with arousal. “Please Dad, I-“
“Hush baby, your Dad’s gonna take care of you,” Tony gripped Peter’s hips, rough and bruising, and pulled the boy up, tilting him until he was balanced on his shoulders, pressed into the couch with his legs resting on his Dad’s shoulders. “Just gotta get my mouth on you first, taste my son’s sweet little cunt.” Peter mewled, canting his hips up further, eagerly opening himself for his Dad.
“Good boy,” Tony murmured, hushed and reverent before he leaned forward to lap across the twitching pucker of Peter’s hole, grinning at the moan it pulled from the boy. He licked sloppily around his opening, moaning at the taste in a way that has Peter’s toes curling, his heels pressing harder into the broadness of Tony’s back.
The older man is hungry, greedy as he pushes his tongue into Peter, making a mess of them both with his spit before reaching up to add a finger, pressing slowly into Peter’s warmth.
His son whines at the intrusion, pushing back in a silent plea for more.
“Fuck, Pete, wanted to take my time, give this pussy what it deserves,” Tony groans, shifting to lower Peter back down, splaying his legs open and making a space for himself between them. “But it’s too greedy, huh? You need your Dad’s cock too bad for that.”
Peter nods frantically, wrapping his legs around his Dad and pulling him closer. “Give it to me now, please?”
“Let me stretch you out a bit more, baby, still too tight to take your Dad’s big cock,” As he spoke Tony was leaning over, grabbing the bottle of lube that they had stashed under the couch after one too many lube-less workshop trysts. He quickly lubed up two fingers, sliding them into the tight warmth of Peter’s ass, already loosened from Tony’s tongue.
Tony knows its probably too much too fast, but he also knows that neither of them care, that they’re too worked up and too on edge for anything that’s not rough and on the verge of too much. Peter moans, murmuring pleas and curses as he pushed back against Tony’s hand, nearly incoherent with the need for more.
He scissored his fingers, stretching the boy as best as he could with what patience he had left. “Wanna take me now, sweetheart? Hmm? Wanna feel your Dad’s cock stretch that tight little hole?”
“Fuck, Dad,” Peter whined, cock twitching visibly at the thought, “Please, wanna feel your big cock stretch me out.”
Tony groaned at the thought, swiftly withdrawing his fingers to lube up his throbbing cock instead. He gripped himself firmly, lining himself up before pushing into Peter, moaning at the tight squeeze of his son around his cock.
“That’s it,” Tony murmured, panting as he buried himself in Peter, the boy’s eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned, clenching tightly around his Dad. “Take it all for me, baby.”
“It’s so big, Dad,” Peter whined, his words slurred with pleasure, “‘M so full.” Tony grunted at his words, beginning to fuck roughly in and out of him, the slick squelch of lube and spit filling the room. He tilted his hips as he did, pulling and arranging the boy so that he was nailing his prostate on each thrust.
Peter practically screamed at the sensation, clutching Tony’s arms and digging his nails into the firmness of the muscle there.
“Yeah? You like how your Dad’s cock fills you up?” Tony questioned, tightening his grip on the boys hips, pulling him back against him to meet his thrusts, changing the pace into something quick, brutal. Peter nodded helplessly flushed and thrashing beneath the older man. “’S gonna make me cum, Dad, ‘m gonna cum on your cock.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, wanna feel it, wanna feel you cum on the cock that made you,” Tony growled out, feeling his own orgasm building within him at the thought, at the anticipation of seeing his son cum just from his Dad’s cock fucking him.
Peter cried out, cursing as he threw his head back, cock spurting untouched between them as he came. He clenched down around Tony as he did, causing the older man to quicken his thrusts before he came, filling up his son as he groaned out his own release.
Tony leaned down, hips still twitched helplessly as he connected their lips in a sloppy kiss, exchanging air more than anything else but content in the intimacy anyways.
“Love you, Tony,” Peter murmured, lacing his fingers through the older man’s hair before pulling him closer.
“Love you too, Pete,” Tony replied, grinning, relieved and sated with his son in his arms.
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My gift for @brian-writes-starker for the Starker Kink Exchange @starkerkink. Omegaverse sub Alpha!Tony and dom Beta!Peter <3 I wrote it all in just 2 hours but it was fun!!<br/>
Peter was going to lose his chance if he wasn’t careful. 
He had been watching Tony now for the last few weeks. He noticed how the Alpha had seemed to be getting more and more agitated by the day. His rut would be starting soon and he would be more irritable than ever. 
Peter watched with interest as Steve leaned over to talk to Tony and saw the other Alpha stiffen up.  He got up and moved over to push the blonde away. 
“Tony, can I have a moment?” 
Peter tugged the now even more fuming Alpha from the other. His nostrils were flaring and he was staring at Peter with wild blown eyes. 
Yes, it was now or never, Pete. The younger boy swallowed and pushed up on his toes and kissed the older man. The man grabbed him hard by the waist, but Peter pushed back, pushing Tony against the wall. He took over the kiss, not even caring if the others could see them. He stood as tall as he could to kiss the Alpha, feeling a hard large cock pressed to his thigh and he grinned as he pulled away. 
Tony stared at him and took his hand and tugged him down the hallway and looked up to the ceiling. 
“Friday, order everyone out. Now.” He pulled Peter back to him and Peter used his strength to push the Alpha off and backwards to the bed. 
Tony watched him with big eyes, not sure if he could believe what he was seeing. 
The Beta moved and pushed Tony backwards and stood tall over him and took his chin into his hand. 
“Let me take care of you.” Peter smiled and suddenly, Tony felt like pudding in the younger Beta’s hands. Then Peter was kissing him again and moving to unbutton his shirt. 
Tony watched the small fingers move over his clothes, his hands able to move after a minute to help Peter out of his. Peter could have easily passed as an Omega with his small thin frame but the defined abs and strength proved the fact that he wasn’t.
Peter soon had Tony, his mentor, naked under him and he felt like the luckiest man on earth. He moved and kissed over Tony’s chest, the Alpha laying back and letting the other taste him. His own hands moved into the light honey brown hair, tugging lightly as the boy kissed all over on Tony’s body. Tony was panting as Peter moved lower, the boy kissing over his hip. He was staring at the large cock that was already leaking, sitting perfectly against Tony’s stomach.
Peter hummed as he kissed his way to the prize. The hand in his hair tugged a little bit more as he pressed the slightest pressure of lips to the head of Tony’s cock, the man beneath the Beta moaning. Peter grinned and took his time. Despite the hand tight in his hair and strong hips pushing up for more, Peter pushed Tony’s hips back down and wrapped his lips around him, sucking him slowly.
Peter moaned around him as he worked. Tony’s hips shook as Peter worked and the boy pulled him up and took the hand from his hair. 
The Beta had a wicked look in his eyes and Tony felt his hand being pushed to the bed, his cock jutting when he watched webbing shoot from Peter’s wrist to his own and he was only able to flex his fingers. Peter repeated the process with the other hand before moving his mouth back to Tony’s cock, sucking the Alpha down and he heard the older man swear as his hips still chased after the pleasure. 
Tony whimpered and his hands were held tight on the bed, caught under the sticking web. He rolled his hips a bit faster and Peter pulled off of Tony’s cock and looked up to him, his hand moving over Tony slowly. 
“You- Pete… Please.”
Peter grinned as his hand moved ever so slowly. 
“Already begging me? Here I thought Alphas didn’t beg. Perhaps I should see how long I can make this last.” 
Tony moaned and panted under him, his head tossed back against the bed, his hips moving trying to catch the hand pleasuring him. Peter watched in delight as Tony was such a whimpering mess already and he moved his fingers to brush the large knot at the base of Tony’s cock. Oh, yes, the Alpha was definitely beyond needy at this point. 
Tony shook under Peter. When the Beta touched his knot, it was almost too much and then he felt that hot mouth wrap back around his cock. Tony just about mewled for the other man. When he felt both hands wrap around the knot and how Peter swallowed around him, Tony let out a loud undignified noise.
“Peter, Pete, kid, please. Oh,f fuck, please–! Fuck, your mouth on me– Peter!”
Peter moaned at the Alpha’s words and moved his mouth up and down as the other continued to beg and moan. Tony’s hands  were tight under his webbing and tight on the bed as Peter moved his head. A hand around the knot pumped it over as he took him in his mouth. 
Tony was so close. Peter could feel it in the knot, how it became a little more taut in his hand that was moving and squeezing over the large swollen part. Peter moaned and blinked, his eyes moving up to catch the sight of Tony looking down at him and that’s when the first bit hit the back of his throat.
Tony was lost when those amber eyes hit him, full of lust and need, and he felt himself overcome in orgasm. He felt how Peter swallowed and worked his knot to help him through and he moaned softly. Peter hummed and pulled off after he felt Tony flag a bit in his hand and held him, knowing the Alpha was far from done despite his orgasam.
Peter watched him and smiled softly while Tony wiggled his bound fingers. “Do you mind fixing these? I promise to be good.” Peter chuckled softly and reached to pull at the webbing stuck to the bed and cleaned up Tony’s hands before the Alpha was pulling him up to kiss his mouth deeply. The older man’s hands moved over his body and to Peter’s hard cock. 
“Mind if I helped you out a bit, darling?”
Peter grinned and shook his head. He pushed back up to him and kissed him as Tony touched over him. 
“Ah, Tony, yes, please?” 
Tony grinned and moved his hand in slow gentle strokes and moved up over the Beta. His cock pushed against Peter’s thigh and he leaned over, kissing the younger man’s neck. 
“Mind if I have you?” Tony purred in his ear.
Peter tugged at him wrapped his legs around him and kissed him deeply. He shifted his hips and shook his head again and moved his hands over down Tony’s back. 
Peter shifted under the other man, his cock hard and aching where it was trapped with Tony’s hand or stomach. The Alpha reached over to the bedside table and pulled out some lube. Peter watched in fascination as Tony moved his hand up to Peter’s ass and the boy made a beautiful sound from under him. 
Peter smiled and lifted his hips to the hand currently teasing lube over his hole before he felt a digit move ever so gently into his body. Peter groaned as the finger moved and he felt the tip of a second one at his hole. Peter moaned and arched for the Alpha, moaning and cupping his face. 
“Come on, I can take my big Alpha, come on and give it to me.” 
Tony moaned and shifted, lifting Peter’s leg and freeing his fingers before he slowly  pushed into the other with a soft growl. He bottomed out and kissed Peter before the younger man rolled them over. 
“I told you, I can take it!” Tony watched, a bit of shock hitting him once more as Peter placed his hands on Tony’s chest and started rolling his hips. Tony’s hands held his thighs, watching as the boy moved and he moaned out loudly. 
“Fuck, Peter, you’re so beautiful.”
Peter grinned and moved faster, shifting his own hips and letting out a squeak as he felt Tony’s cock filling up every inch of him. Tony felt the sudden urge to take over, gripping Peter’s hips and pulled the boy down harshly and Peter moaned and snapped his hips again. 
“Like this? You gotta ask nicely, Mister Stark.”
Tony growled and his nails scraped over Peter’s thighs roughly, causing the boy to moan loudly and rock himself with gusto. The Beta snapped his hips more and Tony moaned. “Yes, Peter, just like that, more of that, please– Fuck, you feel so good!”
Peter moaned and moved faster on the older Alpha’s cock, his own cock bouncing between them. Tony reached out and stroked Peter with the boy’s wild thrusts. “You gonna come for me, Spidey? That’s it, come for me.”
Peter whimpered and whined before he painted Tony’s stomach and chest white.  Tony turned them back over once more to take his fill of the boy and Peter gasped and moaned and reached up, grabbing Tony’s neck. This kid was full of surprises. “Fill me.”
Tony moaned and let out a gasp that was cut off by a strong hand holding his neck and he felt his hips stutter as he came again and panted above Peter. The boy let go of his neck and looked at him with a lopsided grin. “Good Alpha, now, leave the mess and come hold me.”
Tony scoffed, pulling out of the boy slowly so he could move up and tug the other one close. Peter grinned and kissed the top of his chest softly. 
“Hmm, very good, Mister Stark. Now, let’s rest.” 
Tony rolled his eyes before he closed them. It wasn’t too bad, letting Peter be in charge. It was actually quite nice compared to the other sex he had in his lifetime. One could get used to this.
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starkerkink · 3 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Johnny Storm (mentioned) Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Barebacking, Established Relationship, Married Starker, Fantastic Four mentioned, Kink Exchange, Prompt Fill, Jealous Tony, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Top Tony, Bottom Peter, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Anal Fingering, Smut, Sex, Blowjobs, Iron Man Gauntlet, watch gauntlet, Inappropriate Use of Iron Man Tech, Begging, they're sweet and in love, Spit As Lube, Name-Calling, Panties, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Starker Kink Exchange 2020, Possessive Tony Stark Summary:
Tony chuckled, and it made a heat pool in Peter’s gut. “Good boy. But, you see, I’m having a little trouble believing that. I think you might need to be reminded.”
Peter licked his lips, his mouth having gone dry. “Reminded of what?”
Tony brought his hand down slowly. “I think you need to be reminded of…” He used his body as cover and grabbed Peter’s ass harshly, but carefully out of view from any prying eyes. Peter had to bite his lip to hold back the whimper that was threatening to escape. “Who exactly this ass belongs to.”
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For @jeranasblog
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honeyimthedevil · 3 years
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For @mr-starkerbutgay​ Event @starkerkink​
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P: I’m sorry for being naughty, sir. Please, Mr. Stark, I promise I’ll be good T: You better be good sweetheart, or you’ll see how bad I can be
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starkaer · 3 years
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it’ll last longer.
my @starkerkink prompter was @demons-sing-me-to-sleep, and i choose the third prompt. this was both all of the place and so much fun to write! hope you like it, though i didn’t manage to fit as many of your kinks as i’d like to. i might post it on ao3 later, but here we go!
tags: underage (peter is sixteen), incest, unnegotiated kink, mildly dubious consent, exploration of kink(s), unbetaed bc i’m a mess tm.
Nice! Peter will have the whole Stark Tower for himself, for more than a couple of days, for the very first time in his sixteen years. He had plans of inviting over Ned for the whole weekend, maybe bringing over Liz or Harry to try and impress them - maybe even invite that cute pizza boy in and let the things he saw online become reality. But, on the first day, he is going to do what he had been wanting to do for oh-so-longnow.
The tv in his room is indeed huge and he would never complain about it, but nothing could ever compare to the one in the living room. 4k porn. God, he is going to be living the teenage dream. Computer on the coffee table, a towel on his side, clothes not even on after the shower a couple of hours ago.
God, he is actually feeling nervous! He sighs to get the anxiety out, and gets to work. Connects the two screens, opens the secret folder he had put a password on, finds that nearly 3gb sized file (one of the ones he downloaded when he learned his dad had a meeting out of the state), and waits a few seconds for the show to start.
And then it started. A redhead twink, laying on a bed, flipping over a random comic book, only wearing the skimpiest of red speedos. He’s already so damn hard, and the muscled step-dad wasn’t even on the screen yet- oh, there he was. Bulging muscles, skin a dark-ish shade of golden, eyes clearly hungry.
That went on for nearly two hours, Peter stroking himself to the cliff but making sure to never fall in, since he wanted to enjoy as much of this as possible. He had watched all the highest quality porn he managed to download, but maybe he was in the mood for something new.
Maybe some amateur videos? Those typically had great positions. Or perhaps one of the spanking ones? He liked the whimpers from those, they did great things for him.
But then his eyes set down on something else, and his finger doesn’t take long to follow. A few seconds, and there were two men on his screen, the lighting not good enough for him to make every single detail out, but he didn’t mind. He knows very well what happens.
“Do you like that, Stark? Like a big man destroying your ass?”
That first line almost did push him down the cliff, his hand flying away from his pulsing red cock in order to avoid it; now it was becoming almost a game. That man was Steve Rogers, one of his father’s most long-lasting boyfriends, he later learned.
“Yeah, please, ruin me, sir! Fuck me until I can’t walk, please!”
That second line almost pushes him down the cliff, and his hand was still away from his pulsing red cock. That begging whore was his dad, he thought with a smirk, and his dick twitched in response.
Two videos later, his dad has two men deep in both of his holes, one with the best dirty talk of all the sextapes and the other with the longest dick he had ever seen. The moans his dad was making was unholy at best, and he knew this was going to be it - it was the last one, and he barely lasted through the one before with the long-haired one, the most brutal one who got Tony nearly in tears with his pounding.
Oh, it was coming! Oh, he was coming! This is-
“Peter, what the fuck is that?!”
Peter loves horror games, even liked the ones with the cheesy jumpscares - they got the adrenaline flowing, it was fun. But none of those ever made him jump quite as much as he did when his father’s voice came from behind him instead of from the screen.
He shoves his finger on the computer’s button so fast one would think he has superpowers, but it was clearly long past that point. “Hey, dad, you’re, um- You’re not supposed to be home.” His heart keeps drumming on his ears and brain, as he tries to cover his junk.
“What the fuck are you watching Peter? Why?! Why would you watch that, that’s-”
“I know! I know, dad, I know, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-”
If whoever was that cold man had his father nearly in tears of pleasure, his father had him apologetically bawling on the floor. All it took was the slight tone of disgust on Tony’s voice to get him sobbing, begging for forgiveness. He was disgusting, and he knew it. All he could do is hope his dad would see how truly sorry he was, and maybe put him in a mental hospital, so those gross thoughts could go away and he could be a normal person, a normal teenager.
“Pete, don’t- don’t cry, it’s- It’s okay, it’s okay... You were just curious, that’s all, it’s okay, come here...” Oh, he was very much not just curious. That was nothing on those videos for him to be curious about anymore, he knew every detail very fucking well - but it felt so great to be hugged and apparently forgiven by his dad, he wouldn’t mind if that’s what Tony would have to believe in order to forgive him. “I just hate those videos, but you did nothing wrong, okay? I shouldn’t ever have filmed them, but that’s not on you.”
It took more ten or fifteen minutes of calming and soothing and tranquilizing for him to say anything. And, if he had his mind in place, those probably wouldn’t be his first words.
“Why do you hate them, though?” Head on his father’s lap, feet hanging off the couch in misery, it takes some seconds for him to get a response from above.
“They just don’t represent me well, I guess. Or at all, really.” There’s a good-humored tone to it, but then it gets a bit more serious. “I just... Now I just relate more to the other man, y’know?”
“You’re a top now, that’s what you’re saying?” The question is genuine, but not even Peter himself can’t help but laugh along with his dad when he realizes how simplified it was.
“I guess there’s also that, but...” The man takes a long breath, his face clearly showing he is trying to pick just the right words. “The thing is that... The things those men said to me... Now I prefer to say than to hear them. You know what I mean?”
“So... You’re a dominant, is that it?” There could have been some laughing again, since it was also apparently simplifying Tony’s answer, but the man just stared at him for a few seconds, almost admiring his words.
“Well, yeah... I didn’t know you knew what a dominant is, but yeah, that is what I mean, I guess. But also I’m just a very different person overall.”
“How do I know what I am?”
“Well...” There are butterflies in his stomach, and he tries not to think about how good his father’s thighs are as pillows. “When you watched those videos, did you like to hear what those men said? Do you, well, wish they were being said to you?” 
Cheeks turn bright red immediately. “Yeah.” It’s almost nothing, and his dad has to make a questioning sound to get a clear and louder version. “I think I did, yeah.”
“Well, that means you’re probably a submissive. But, like I said, those things can change with time. I used to enjoy those things being said to me, but now I prefer to say them. You’re too young to know for sure what you prefer, anyway, Pete.” He hopes ‘those things can change with time’ would include his taste for his own father’s sex-tapes.
“I’m really sorry, dad. I should never have watched them.”
“It’s okay, Pete, it’s okay. You’re a kid, you’re supposed to be curious about that kind of stuff. Do you... Do you have any other questions about them?”
“When was the one with uncle Bruce filmed? And who was the long-haired dude?”
“Oh, you do. Was hoping we could wrap things up. Okay, um...” He motions to Peter to get up, which he does, sitting on the couch like his father, heart beating fast.
“The one with uncle Bruce… Do you like that one?” He shyly nods, feeling even more gross, but...
But, ugh, that one was definitely his favorite one. He loved when those men called his dad the filthiest names - but that one was completely different, and so much better. Tony sets up the camera, eyes dark in lust and smirk on his lips, then turns on his back and drops to his knees and sucks Bruce dry. Once, twice, thrice, in twenty minutes. The simple image of the man adjusting his glasses while looking down to his father, shaking and trembling and whimpering for some reason, had powered many of his late-night jack offs.
His father lets out a long breath, but Peter can’t tell if it’s good or bad. The thought of ‘is he disgusted again?’ nearly brings tears to his eyes.
“Yeah, that is indeed a good one...” Like they’re talking about pizza toppings, not the man’s own sex-tapes. His dick is spasming and growing and redning, and he wonders if his father’s eyes are actually going from his face to his cock or if that’s his horny, gross imagination. “Do you know why uncle Bruce was crying like that?”
After some moments of nervous silence, he shakes his head, swallowing hard and waiting to see what his father is up to. “Do you want to find out?”
There’s another nod, but never a sound — Peter's mind is turning on itself, really. It hits him: his father, at that moment, was hitting on him. Without a doubt. And, with that question, his cock can’t get any harder. The image of him trembling and moaning while Tony works on his cock like the hungriest, meanest slut hits him like a truck, turning his cheeks bright red.
“Say it, then. Say that you want daddy to suck you off.”
Despite the request of a confirmation still in the air, his father is sliding down to his knees, and he can’t breathe for a second. He doesn’t say it, but he spreads his legs. He doesn’t say it, but he bites his lips. And then he says it, voice shaking more than uncle Bruce. “I want daddy to suck me off, please.” The ‘please’ was out of habit, and he would have laughed for it, if his father wasn’t about to give him the very first blowjob of his life.
His dick was standing nearly straight by now, hardened by his father’s words, and yet Tony’s big hand wrapped around it like it was a pencil. It was so agonizingly slow, but oh so fucking good. Up and down, up and down, always with a twist of his wrist — he wasn’t sure if he was wanting to scream in pleasure because it was someone else, or because it was his father, or really just because that technique was better than his basic quick-up-&-down-strokes-until-he-cums one. Probably all three.
Some more seconds of only masturbating, and his father’s lips were approaching his crotch. Tender kisses to his thighs, which felt both burning erotic and way too intimal (like when a whore has sex, but doesn’t kiss a client), and his father’s eyes are staring into his soul, but he doesn’t pay it much attention. He can deal with his soul later.
“Should I talk like them?” It clearly takes a few seconds for Tony to understand, and he’s scared he’s ruined the moment. “The men, on the videos?” And his father looks up to him, grinning like the devil.
“No...” A long, wet, epically slow lick to his cockhead has him squiming his hips forward for more, but his father doesn’t allow it. “But tell me, Pete, do you want daddy to make this little dick of yours warm?” Oh. That’s right. He was Tony in the videos, and Tony were those men. So he was the little whore, the cockhungry slut, and the fucking faggot — even if he was the one being sucked off. And that thought almost made him cum on the spot.
He didn’t know if Tony would wait for his confirmation this time, but he gave it immediately, nodding quickly, eyes closed in desperation and need. And so, he can’t see when his dad places his mouth around his throbbing dick, but he lets out a moan nearing a scream, and the edge is so close.
The mouth worked up and down his shaft, making lewdy, wet sounds all the way, and Peter looks to the edge he’s being pushed to. This feels so good, he doesn’t want to fall in yet. “Yeah, oh, dad…” He wasn’t required to make those noises, they come from somewhere between his very soul and his genitals.
But it doesn’t last one minute, and he’s being pushed off the edge, falling into the delicious, bright abyss, and screaming all the way down. When he opens his eyes, Tony's face is painted with his seeds, and seeing that is a thousand times hotter than watching any of those videos could ever be. In fact, one second of that blowjob was hotter than any of his thousand hours of jerking off to those videos.
“Oh, that was a lot, Pete.” He could get hard just from watching his father cleaning his hand, sucking the cum out of his fingers like it’s vanilla ice cream. Like giving his kid a blowjob is just his thursday.
“Yeah, I was, uh- I was jerking off for, like, two hours before, so, yeah, that’s why.” He wants to ask if that, the blowjob, will ever happen again (and also why dad isn’t cleaning his face), but knows he shouldn’t. This shouldn’t have happened, but he is so glad it did. “DAD, AH!”
Tony is back to sucking; and, instead of the blessing that was falling from that cliff, he’s falling from grace. It’s burning and cramping and hurting, and he is shaking and trembling and whimpering. Exactly like uncle Bruce.
“Please, dad, ah! It hurts, please!” It seems the more he tries to squirm away, the harder Tony sucks — for one second it hits that, perhaps, he is indeed sucking harder the more he struggles, perhaps he likes him to struggle, but that thought won’t make the cramps stop, so it’s of no real use for him. “Please, daaad!”
But, both as sudden as a lightning and as smooth as a cloud, the anguish leaves, and he is welcomed with another hard-on, and his hurt twitching and whimpering turns into jerking and asking for more. He now opens his eyes, but the sight of his father in his knees, looking deep into his eyes with a pulsating cock in his mouth takes all of his air away, so he closes them again.
He feels proud of passing the one minute mark, but it’s just some more minutes until the gagging sounds and the slick warmness take him down the marvelous cliff once again. There’s more of his semen on his dad’s face, but it seems like just when he's done squirting cum out, he’s falling from Mount Olympus for the second time, and it might be worse.
The cramps return with all force, drowning him in ache, all throughout his legs and his wrists and his elbows — and he can’t wait for the sweet release of sudden pleasure, but it doesn’t seem to be coming. He gives in to begging, “Dad, dad, please stop, please, ah!” And it still doesn’t come for what feels like days on end.
There’s tears falling down his cheeks, and he is grabbing the couch so hard it might break his fingers. His cock is getting hard again — but none of the sweet pleasure that came the first two times hits him, the cramps never go away. He continues to beg and cry and ask, until he comes again, and this time he realizes no more jizz really comes out. He doesn’t even open his eyes, waiting for the ache again, until his father speaks.
“Already dry, kid?” That’s when he allows himself to wake up, and is faced with the man’s face covered in his own cum. There’s quite a nice amount on his forehead and his right cheek. His nose, left cheek and goatee also have some of his liquid, and he thinks one of the eyes is red-ish, so he guesses some landed on there too. “Wanna clean me up or should I?”
He gives no response, breathing deeply from both relief and tiredness. His eyes are starting to weigh, and Tony must have taken it as a no. If he wasn’t so done with the cliffs and the edges for tonight, the sight of his father brushing his cum to his mouth and licking his lips and fingers clean of it like it’s vanilla — that would definitely get him hard. “You know why uncle Bruce was like that?”
Just a tired nod, and he’s dozing away. “You were even prettier than him...”
Just a warm smile, and he’s nearly gone. “Hope you don’t mind me recording it...”
Just a pair of closing eyes, and he’s done, but- “Maybe later I’ll explain the Bucky one to you…”
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Just, don’t wake up
Hi everyone! This is my fic for the @starkerkink exchange, dedicated to @vaguekiwi! I really hope you enjoy it :)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark
High school AU, with superpowers.
Tony’s home life has never been amazing, but one night, it’s just too much for him. He flies blindly to the first destination he can think of in his battered suit, holding his breath when he realises exactly who’s house he’s flown to. He doubts this evening will be normal, especially when he realises there’s only one bed.
Warnings: Masturbation, Flogging, Name-calling, Restraints, slightly dub-con, both 17. Check ao3 for further warnings!
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Tony arrived late to class, as usual. Peter sighed, the usual thought flitting through his head: How does he always manage to arrive late, even with a full body suit that flies?
The teacher for their class, AP Bio, glanced at Tony unimpressed but unsurprised-this was a regular occurrence, and it showed.
Tony waltzed to his seat with the usual I-really-don’t-give-a-shit attitude, plonking down and prompt executing a yawn. Peter rolled his eyes; did he always have that look on his hot face? How did he even get into AP Bio when he didn’t even pay attention? Oh yeah, that’s right-Howard Stark’s son, prodigy at 4, bla bla bla. Peter needed a break from the constant ‘Tony Stark made his own suit’ fawning that half the girls, and guys, constantly exhibited. Like yeah, big deal-was anyone gonna talk about Peter’s amazing skills to do with web fluid? Or crafting his own suits, which, well, didn’t always go particularly well?
“And today, we will be taking a bit of an off-topic turn into some neurobiology! Chemicals and hormones produced by the brain!” The teacher sang, trying to mask her own boredom with the unresponsive class, “who can tell me what the four main hormones to do with happiness contain?”
Peter shot his hand up, excited that he for once knew the answer to the question before smart-ass Tony.
“The four main chemicals are endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin, often abbreviated as D.O.S.E,” Peter stated. Tony slowly turned around in his chair, and glared at him. Peter just smirked. ‘One day,’ he mouthed at the growingly frustrated classmate.
“Very good! Can someone tell me what each of these hormones’ functions are?” Their teacher again asked. Peter’s hand shot up for the second time, his mouth forming a smirk in sync.
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“Well well well, if it isn’t smart-ass Parker in a sticky situation?” Tony purred, his smooth voice richoeing off of the poorly-designed science lab. Peter sighed, closing his eyes in preparation before facing the problem.
“Does it look like I don’t know what I’m doing? Wouldn’t wanna steal your thunder now, would I?” He snarked back, trying to stir his web fluid in peace. The teacher had allowed his class 15 minutes of time to work on their various powers, any tweaks or fixes being attended to. Tony had apparently finished oiling up his suit, but Peter had no such privilege.
Tony flicked the back of Peter’s head as he strutted away, going over to talk to Steve and Bucky. Goddamned overpowered mutants. Ok, so maybe Peter was a tiny bit jealous of their friendship, but that was his business.
He dispensed the web fluid with a sigh, getting ready to pack up and head back to his apartment, and hopefully blow off some steam with a Star Wars movie night. He smiled softly to himself; maybe the day wouldn’t be so bad after all. He could chill with may, have some hot chocolate, quote every line of Empire Strikes Back because he totally doesn’t know it word for word.
The bell rang, immediately followed by a cacophony of bags zipping, several whirring sounds as various students fired up their ride home. Peter ducked his head down, knowing his power wasn’t as rich or powerful as his classmates’ privileged ones. And they didn’t even know it, how lucky they were. They’d never know what it’s like to be born with stickiness and a general strength upgrade. No super-advanced knowledge of tech, engineering, how to fly, being able to fly...everything that separated him from the rest of his peers.
Peter swung his backpack over his shoulder, cursing as his AP Bio textbook dropped onto the ground, setting off a too-loud thump on the concrete floor. A few heads swivelled in his direction, and Peter flushed as he hurriedly picked the offending book up, and returned it to its rightful place. Face still hot, he all but rushed out of the classroom, eager to change into his suit and get this day over with.
“Hey! Parker! Wait up, for fuck’s sake. You dropped two books, not one, you blind-ass bat,” Tony hollered, his feet slapping against the linoleum. Peter grabbed the exercise book from Tony’s offering hand, not dignifying the teen with a response. Ok, so maybe it was a bit harsh. But he had to stay ice-cold around Tony; if it got out Parker had a crush, it would not go down well. At. All.
“You’re not even gonna say thanks?” Tony spluttered in disbelief, hand still outstretched.
“Nope,” Peter replied, popping the ‘p’.
“Pretty sure I deserve some recognition, I could have just left that book on the floor for some other snotty-nosed kid to find,” Tony said indignantly, hand returned to his side.
“Well then don’t do it next time. I don’t give a shit, Stark,” Peter fired back, attempting to quell his progressingly noticeable butterflies.
Tony opened his mouth in a retort, but instead opted for an eye roll and spun on his heel. Probably to get back to his fancy 5 star penthouse, Peter thought bitterly. He headed to the bathrooms, diligently fighting his instinct to catch a glance of that ass. God, he was so, so gone.
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Peter entered his apartment silently, not wanting to disturb May. He kicked off his shoes, deflating his suit and carrying the rest of his belongings to his room. Or, his cave, as May liked to call it. The 16 year old dungeon was another favourite of hers.
“May? ‘M home..” He trailed off when the bright Post-it note caught his eye. He frowned, peeling it off the bench and reading the bubbly handwriting. ‘Picked up an extra shift, be home tomorrow at 7! Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight kiddo xx’ Well. He could kiss his plans of venting to may goodbye, it seemed. Hot chocolate and a movie night still lifted his hopes, albeit less enthusiastic with no one to share it with now. The teen hummed the Star Wars theme song as he boiled the water and got his hot chocolate ready. He finished his task from earlier, dumping his stuff in an impossibly messy room that cleaning seemed impossible. There were things he didn’t want to uncover by doing so.
The TV flickered to life, selecting the chosen movie as directed by Peter. He sipped on his hot chocolate, swearing softly when the liquid burnt his tongue. It’d probably need to cool, considering the loss of feeling in his taste buds. The TV screen suddenly paused the movie, indicating the buffering icon as the infuriatingly slow loading bar popped up.
“For fucks’ sake…” Peter muttered, deciding to take a quick shower to pass the time. He didn’t bother getting clothes, seeing as he was the only one home. He padded to the bathroom, turning the shower on and watching as the water slowly began to produce steam. He then stripped, chucking his clothes into the overflowing hamper and stepping into the soothing water. He let it wash over him, adjusting himself to the temperature as he scrubbed himself with vanilla soap, the day’s events flicking hazily through his mind.
The teen looked down, noticing his growing hard-on. Maybe his thoughts about Tony had taken a...darker turn. He palmed himself half-heartedly, almost jolting when the spark of arousal ran through his body. He groaned softly to himself, putting more energy into pumping his hard on. His precum provided lubricant, his hand going up and down faster and faster until he was right on the edge and it felt so good, and-
Peter pulled his hand off, letting his erect cock bob helplessly in the air. He was breathing hard, not having reached his orgasm. It just...it didn’t feel right. He rubbed soap on his body again, his dick slowly returning to it’s normal size.
The shower came to a close after 15 minutes of staring at the wall, he may or may not have been thinking about a certain black head of hair, brown eyes flecked with gold, the body of a Greek god...maybe he lost track of time, but it was time well spent in Peter’s opinion. He towelled himself off with less energy, suddenly losing the motivation to actually dry himself off-probably because all his brain power was used trying to figure out a certain someone’s personality.
He plopped onto his nest of blankets and pillows, smiling when he saw the movie was ready to watch again. He hit play, content with the world at last.
That is, until some fucking idiot banged, not knocked, banged, on Peter’s door. He resolutely ignored it, turning the volume of the TV to max. Until, the banging didn’t stop. It just kept going. And going. And going-
“This better be a real good fucking reason,” Peter snarled, pausing his movie with more force than he probably needed to, and he stomped to the door.
The assault on the door didn’t stop, even when Peter yelled ‘Coming!’ to try and ease the banging. It did not succeed. He swung open the door, fuming, the epitome of annoyance as expressed on his face. He was ready to give this newcomer a piece of his mind, what, interrupting his fucking movie night, the audacity-
The words died in his throat as he looked up to launch a deadly glare, only to be met with chocolate brown eyes, flecked with gold, a soft pink cupid’s bow, the presence of stubble beginning to form a goatee, and oh wait, he’s seen this before, wait a minute-
“Tony?” He spluttered, taking a step back as he took in the scene before him. Tony, in a banged up suit he probably used as his transportation, his hand poised to bang at the door again. Tony’s expression mirrored Peter’s, a mixture of shock and confusion. Unlike Peter’s, Tony’s cleared quickly, and formed a new expression-one of almost desperation.
“Look, Parker, I’m sorry alright? I just...I need somewhere to stay tonight,” he rubbed a hand over his face, “forget it. I knew it was stupid to come, sorry for wasting your time I guess,” he muttered, already pivoting on his heel. Without his conscious consent, Peter grabbed Tony’s arm as he turned away. They both froze, neither knowing what Peter did.
“Wait, I...you can stay, Tony. You can come in, I just was watching Empire Strikes Back,” Peter ranted, gently tugging Tony inside. The latter seemed to be in a state of shock, obviously not expecting the positive response.
“Empire Strikes Back? You would be watching that, of all movies,” Tony snarked, recovering quickly from his bout of shock.
“You’re the guest, at least try to be nice,” Peter countered, blushing at the tips of his ears from embarrassment. He huffed, flopping onto his comfortable collection of pillows. He raised an eyebrow meaningfully at Tony, who looked a little out of place with his scratched suit. Peter was curious, but didn’t pry-there was obviously something that caused Tony to come in so suddenly.
“Being nice? To Parker? Talk to me when you have an achievable goal,” Tony grumbled, walking around to tour Peter’s apartment. Peter hoped it would be up to his standards. Wait, no he didn’t, Tony’s standards didn’t matter to him. At all.
Peter resumed his movie, soon becoming engrossed in the iconic plotline that he’d seen hundreds of times before, yet it never failed to make him excited. Tony watched his classmate from the shadows, the smile on Peter’s face contagious. His auburn curls, sharp jawline...Picture perfect Tony mused, as the lights from the movie danced across Peter’s angelic features. Tony shook his head, afraid of getting caught in the act-someone that beautiful would never return his feelings.
The depressing thought prompted Tony to emerge from the shadows, gliding over to where Peter was laying down and slumped nearby, resigning himself to the fact he’d have to watch this nerd movie. His suit whirred in the corner, fixing its own malfunctions as Tony had programmed it to.
“I don’t even know what the fuck is going on, Parker,” Tony muttered, the movie’s plot confusing him due to the lack of knowledge in previous films.
Peter just smiled, deciding it would take too long to explain the plot. Tony saw this, and a small smile spread across his face, too. It was nice to have a friend that just accepted you into their home, even if you had no explanation. Well, he couldn’t really tell the boy his explanation. Home was...a bit hard to go to at the moment, not that he’d ever tell Parker. He glanced at the serene expression on Peter’s face again, taking in the pure joy as he watched his seemingly favourite movie. Yeah, he was not gonna spoil that expression. Not ever.
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The movie’s credits rolled, signifying the end of the movie night. Tony softly blew out through his nose, wondering if it would be overstepping to stay the night. Before he could dig a hole of despair within himself, Peter noticed his obvious inner battle. Deciding to put the rivalry behind him for now, he reached out to Tony, gently touching his arm and effectively grabbing his attention.
“We should head to bed...if you’re ok with that,” Peter murmured, gently tugging Tony’s arm as he stood up.
Tony sucked in a breath at sparks of pleasure that rippled through him as Peter’s hand lingered. He got to his feet, following Peter through the apartment, taking in the few decorations and pictures. He paused at an old picture of an obviously much younger picture of Peter, sitting on a man’s shoulders. He looked so...well, happy. Tony frowned; what had happened? Not wanting to intrude, he tucked the question away for later, and hurried to catch up with Peter.
“So, this is it. The humble abode, I guess,” Peter chuckled nervously, giving a dramatic wave with his hands. Tony looked around, taking in the worn twin bed, well-read books mounted on shelves that looked as if they could fall at any minute, the stained dresser, obviously the victim of many late-night hot chocolate spills. Tony could feel a slight smile tugging at his lips-this felt like Peter.
“Humble, huh. Didn’t know you were a Potter fan,” Tony smirked, gesturing at the aforementioned books. A red blush tinted the teen’s cheeks as he rushed to defend himself.
“I’ll have you know Harry Potter is a very famous series, thank you very much,” he huffed, crossing his arms. The following silence was comfortable, Peter rifling through his dresser as he looked for his pyjamas. He succeeded, muttering a soft ‘aha’ at the victory, and turned to head to the bathroom.
“Get yourself comfy, you can sleep wherever, couch or bed,” Peter stated, trying not to blush for a third time in an hour. He made quick work of changing, exiting the bathroom once he was satisfied with his appearance. A new toothbrush smacked Tony in the back of the head, credits of Peter.
“The fuck, Parker? Why couldn’t you just ask me to turn around,” Tony muttered, grabbing the toothbrush and making his way to the meager bathroom. He cleaned his teeth, checked his face for any signs of, well, outstanding blemishes, and once satisfied, returned to the bedroom. Peter was already in the bed, having turned off the lights and receiving a wave of sleepiness that he couldn’t refuse.
Tony hesitated before quietly sliding in beside Peter, careful not to touch him in hopes of keeping him comfortable. After all, this was Peter’s bed. He shifted, finding the proximity a little too...exciting.
Peter stirred, muttering something incomprohensive that sounded suspiciously like ‘Stop fucking moving,’ which Tony grudgingly obeyed. He found himself drifting sooner than he usually did; maybe it was the company that finally got his eyes to close, who knows. It just felt good to be cared about.
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“Fuck, harder Tony,” Peter cried out, relishing the feeling of the flogger on his burnt ass, “please. Please Tony, ah!”
Tony whipped mercilessly, painting the teen’s ass and lower back a pretty scarlet colour. He knew Peter loved it, despite the whimpers of pain as he relentlessly assaulted his body, again and again.
“Little slut, begging for me to stop like a good little bitch. Ask me nicely, I might consider,” Tony snarled, drinking in the moans that came tumbling out of Peter’s mouth at the sentence.
“P-please, I promise I’ll be your good little cockslut, please just let me go,” Peter repeated, rolling his eyes back from pleasure. His cock twitched at the constant stimulation, begging for touch, but Peter couldn’t move, the restraints preventing him from relief.
Tony growled, pausing the flogging at 15 hits. “You better live up to that, whore,” he snarled, taking in the sight before him. Peter, bound to the bed face-down, bent over the back, ass on display. His petite frame quivered in anticipation, preparing for more of the flogging.
“Yes, Tony, I promise I’ll be good, no more,” Peter begged, too aroused to care how desperate he might sound. He jerked his hips forward, trying and failing miserably to acquire friction for his painfully hard dick.
Tony untied the restraints slowly, careful not to hurt his lover any more, now that the scene was over. Peter sobbed, reaching down almost immediately to try and relieve his aching cock. Tony slapped Peter’s hand away, taking the matters into his own hands.
“Such a naughty boy, trying to touch yourself without permission. What do we say?” Tony crooned, teasing Peter’s tip. The latter cried out, grinding against Tony’s hand in hopes of release.
“‘M sorry, so sorry, please, please let me-ah!” Peter abruptly cut off his rambling as Tony took him in hand, stroking along his length tantalisingly. Peter sobbed, crying out as the feeling grew. He centered in on the sensation Tony was giving him, pumping his dick with such earnest it was almost too much, the heat building in his lower abdomen, ready to burst-
Peter woke up with a start, acutely aware of his burning arousal. Oh. Oh shit. He just had one of those dreams...about Tony. Who was right next to him. Peter sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide. He calculated his options, quickly realising he couldn’t move without waking him up.
He cursed the lack of space in the bed, horror taking over as his arousal became too prominent to ignore. He whined softly into his pillow, at loss with how to deal with the predicament. How did things go so badly wrong so soon?
As if things couldn’t get any worse, Tony elicited a groan in the silence of the room and shifted to that his hip was pressed against Peter’s...problem. He unconsciously bucked into the stimulation, immediately regretting the action as Tony groaned again and moved, if possible, closer to his dick. Well, wasn’t this just amazing.
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Tony awoke from his sweet abyss of darkness, groaning in annoyance. What had woken him up? He thought he’d heard a whimper, but that couldn’t be right. He shuffled closer to his warm pillow, which promptly moved back against him. Tony froze; pillows weren’t supposed to move. Pillows...also didn’t have a bulge. He recovered quickly, a smirk slowly growing when he realised what had happened here. Parker was hard. So, so hard.
Tony groaned again, this time intentionally shifting against Peter’s bulge to try and gauge how exactly this was going to play out. He was met almost immediately with a response as Peter grinded against him. Tony stifled a moan; it was insanely hot, how responsive Peter was. He was obviously trying to hold back, covering his mouth as he desperately sought relief against Tony. The latter helpfully shifted again, receiving a small squeak in response. Peter’s hand snaked down to his cock, unable to hold back anymore. Tony closed his eyes, savouring this moment-possibly the only time he’d get to be this intimate with his crush, even if he was ‘asleep’.
Peter palmed against his sweats, the pleasure making his breathing uneven as he neared his climax. He felt so bad for doing this with Tony in the same bed, but he was past the point of being able to control his movements. The pressure built up inside him like a spring coiled at it’s base, as he desperately rutted against his hand, when it all became too much-and Peter went rigid. The white-hot pleasure consumed his body, racking through him in wave after wave as he tried to silently ride out his orgasm. The spurts of come soaked his boxers, but Peter was too out of his mind to care as the high slowly came down. His breathing was hard and his sweats were cold and sticky, but the aftershocks of the orgasm jerked his softening cock.
The world slowly came back to him as Peter blinked a couple times, trying to orient himself. The first thing he thought was oh shit, now I’ll have to lie in this mess until Tony wakes up.
That is, until he realised a tiny detail. Tony’s back and hip was completely covered. In. Peter’s. Cum.
Peter looked up slowly, the horror beginning to consume him. His entire body froze when Tony looked right back at him.
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livvibee · 3 years
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In Public
Pairing: Starker
Rating: Explicit (E)
Notes: This fic was written for @theonlyceeceej​ as part of the @starkerkink​ Exchange 2020 Event. 
Length: 4.7k~
Warnings:  Exhibitionism, Daddy Kink, Anal Play, Butt Plugs, Shibari/Rope Bondage, Vibrators, Verbal Humiliation
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The blaring alarm cut through the music blasting in the workshop, startling Peter from repairs to one of his webshooters.
“Okay Fri, message received!” Peter shouted over the sound. “You can cut it out now.”
Peter stood up from his workstation, twisting and stretching all around to relieve his tight muscles, and took a few moments to tidy things up. Across the room Tony was still deep in thought, manipulating the holographic schematic for a new suit in the air, completely unaware of his surroundings. Peter crossed the room, dodging around piles of discarded parts to reach his lover.
“Daddy…” Peter purred into Tony’s ear, before nibbling playfully at the nape of his neck.
Tony groaned and batted weakly over his shoulder. “Hang on Pete, I’m almost done.”
“Daddy…” Peter repeated, drawing out the word like a soft caress. “It’s time to get ready.”
“You go on ahead baby,” Tony replied, voice still far away. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
Peter huffed and ruffled the older man’s hair, missing how quickly Tony’s attention shifted at the playful touch. “Ugh, fine,” he sassed, “but you’d better be upstairs by the time I get out of the shower.”
Tony spun around on his stool, ready to ask his boy “exactly who he thought he was speaking to,” but Peter was already hustling out of the lab. The affronted expression quickly melted into a calculating grin as Tony considered their plans for the evening.
Peter padded out of the bathroom with a towel slung low between his hips, exposing his defined abs and the vee of his adonis belt. The young man stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Tony, who was half undressed and planted firmly on the edge of their bed, carefully coiled ropes draped over his arm.
“Well kid,” Tony said, soaking in the startled look on Peter’s face with a sharkish grin, “I’m upstairs by the time you’re out of the shower. Any other demands you’d like to make for the evening?”
Through a supreme act of self control, Peter suppressed the “oh shit” that threatened to fall from his lips, unconsciously straightening up from his relaxed posture as he responded. “No Daddy, I don’t have any demands.
Tony hummed noncommittally. “Are you sure? Because you sounded awfully demanding down in the lab, and you know how I love to accommodate my baby’s desires.”
Peter swallowed involuntarily as he thought of all the ways his desires had been accommodated in the past, often in ways and directions he could barely admit to fantasizing about, let alone directly ask for. He managed to squeak out a quiet “I’m sure!” as he eyed the lengths of hotrod red rope and tried to analyze the flash of gold peeking out from a fold in the blankets.
“Good boy...” Tony purred, before beckoning Peter over with a crooked finger.
Peter crossed the room on suddenly unsteady legs, helplessly drawn forward by that single finger. As he reached the bed, Tony reached out and tugged at his towel, dropping the damp fabric carelessly to the floor. Peter fought the urge to hide as a wave of shyness ran over him, letting his hands fall loose at his sides as Tony preferred.
A proud smile played around the corners of Tony’s lips as he reached out and placed a hand on Peter’s hip. “I’m thinking tonight we could try something new.”
“S- something new?” Peter asked, gathering up his hard wrought communication skills, overriding the shyness gathered in his chest in favor of the growing spark of interest. “I could be up for something new Daddy.”
“Remember when we talked about wearing my rope out on date night?” Tony asked, rubbing gently at Peter’s flank. “Why not tonight?”
Peter paused to consider before responding. “Won’t you be able to see the lines under my tux?”
“There’s my analytical baby,” Tony cooed. “This stuff is thinner than what we usually use, you won’t be able to see under all the layers.”
Peter nodded brightly and smiled. “Sounds good to me Daddy.”
“I have one more plan,” Tony said with a grin stretched across his face, “and it’s one I think you’ll enjoy.”
Tony held up the gold object Peter had seen peeking out from the covers. It was a buttplug, not particularly large, oddly shaped with a bulbous head, just long enough and thick enough to make an impression. There was a wicked curve to the toy, ensuring that it would prod relentlessly at Peter’s sweet spot, above the flared base.
Peter eyed the toy with trepidation and excitement warring in his gut. “I would wear that all night?”
“Unless you needed to use your safeword and take it out, yes.”
Peter curiously reached out to touch the toy, and Tony handed it over easily. He was surprised by the weight of it, and the coolness of the metal in his palm.
“Want to see the surprise feature?” Tony asked, a wicked smile firmly etched across his expressive mouth.
Peter nodded, watching Tony fidget with his watch. Suddenly the plug started vibrating, thrumming strongly in his hand, making him tingle from fingertip to wrist. Peter was glazing over as he considered being so naughty underneath his flashy tuxedo, dancing with all the rich old spinsters with a vibrating plug stuck in his ass. He fidgeted slightly, feeling heat begin to pool in his stomach already.
“Sounds uh- sounds like a good time to me Daddy,” Peter muttered, feeling his blush creep up his chest across his cheeks and even into the tips of his ears. “Won’t- won’t I get hard?”
“Oh,” Tony cooed, “you’re definitely going to get hard. You’ll just have to be… creative. Maybe you can hide behind an autumnal flower arrangement.”
Peter squirmed at the man’s mocking tone. “Al- alright Daddy,” he said, raising his chin slightly, “Green, I can handle it.”
“Good,” Tony nodded, “now go get ready.”
Peter returned a short time later from the bathroom to find Tony standing by the bed, with the plug and lube all laid out, coiled rope waiting at the side.
Tony patted the bed gently. “Get up here, on your hands and knees.”
Peter did as he was asked, as eager to please as always. He was half hard already, and waited impatiently for Tony's touch. Peter gasped when he finally felt those calloused hands firmly grasping at his cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing his furled hole. One hand left his ass and Peter could hear the click of the lube bottle opening, then felt a warm, slippery finger gently prodding and massaging against his puckered ring. Peter laid his head on his crossed arms and tried to relax all the muscles in his body that were tense with anticipation.
“That’s it baby,” Tony purred, “let Daddy in, gonna loosen you up.”
Tony’s swirling fingertip slowly breached Peter’s tightness, making the younger man moan in delight at the first stretch of penetration. Peter sighed happily as prickles of pleasure skittered down his spine and straight to his rapidly filling dick. Tony moved his digit slowly in and out, gently prepping Peter before rapidly slipping in another finger with a wicked laugh, curling them across his prostate. Peter hissed at the accompanying burn, gritting his teeth even as he humped backwards on Tony’s fingers, trying to keep them where he was most sensitive.
“Fuck, Daddy-” Peter cried out, whimpering in displeasure as Tony pulled his fingers back out abruptly.
Tony tapped lightly at Peter’s hole. “Hush now, let Daddy take care of this.”
The frigid touch of metal replaced the familiar warmth of Tony’s hand, making Peter hiss as the bulbous tip of the plug circled his rim, barely having time to pick up the warmth of his skin before Tony pushed it slowly against Peter’s reflexively tightening hole. Peter took a deep breath again and consciously relaxed, letting Tony begin to slide the plug into him. The older man pushed the frigid metal toy in slowly, then drew it back out a fraction of an inch each time, slowly making his way to the widest point of the plug. Peter had never felt something so cold inside his warmth before, and moaned loudly with each push, humping fruitlessly into the air and feeling wrecked even though they’d barely begun the evening.
“Ah, hgn, fu- Daddy!” Peter wailed as his hole stretched around the toy’s flared tip and pulled it in greedily, snapping around the thinness before the base.
Tony swirled the toy slowly, listening to Peter’s hitched breaths, finding the point where it would prod relentlessly against Peter’s prostate for the entire night.
“There you go baby, is that your sweet spot?” Tony asked mockingly, pressing rhythmically against the base of the plug with clever fingers, jolting Peter back into moans.
“Ye- yes!” Peter gasped as the heavy toy bobbed inside him.
“Good!” Tony slapped sharply against Peter’s upturned ass. “Now, up.”
Peter’s head was spinning from the sudden change of pace as he slowly slid into a standing position by the bed, dick bobbing in the air. Tony grabbed Peter’s hand and drew him across the room to the large mirror by the closet, positioning him facing the mirror, but leaving enough room to circle Peter’s body. Circle he did, leaving Peter flushing and needy under Tony’s scrutiny.
“Hands behind your back tesoro,” Tony said as a calculating look passed over his face. “Now, what to do, what to do.” Tony stood back and placed a hand under his chin, arguing with himself under his breath before seemingly making a decision. “Stay just like you are.”
Tony stood and let the coil of rope unroll before folding it over to find the center. Peter shivered, hands clasped behind his back, feeling the caress of the soft rope across his skin as Tony draped the rope over his shoulders and let it hang to the middle of his back before tying a series of well practiced knots down the front of the rope to just above Peter’s throbbing cock. Karada, Peter’s brain supplied helpfully, the hazy memory rising of a long afternoon where Tony explained and demonstrated basic shibari on Peter’s oh-so-willing form.
Peter automatically shifted his hands to rest behind his head, keeping his arms up and out of the way for the harness Tony was tying around his body. The sibilant whisper of the rope against the floor and skin was the only sound in their bedroom, besides their quiet breathing and Peter’s whimpers as the rope slid across his skin. Tony wrapped and tucked the ropes back under themselves, looping them securely into a pattern like diamonds across Peter’s chest. He was already halfway floating, feeling the gentle pressure snaking around his ribs, tightening slightly with each adjustment of the rope.
“Doing okay there baby?” Tony asked, breaking the silence as he checked the tie with confident fingers.
Peter took a deep breath, relishing the way the rope held him securely as his chest expanded. “I’m doing great Daddy,” he replied dreamily, watching in the mirror as Tony bent down, separating the ropes to surround Peter’s still hard dick and balls, and pulling them up securely behind Peter’s back between his cheeks.
Tony pulled on the rope, grinning as Peter gasped aloud as the pressure moved the metal plug in his ass against his sweet spot. “Hmm,” he mused before snapping the fingers on his free hand. “Spread 'em,” Tony commanded, leaving Peter scrambling to widen his stance as he moved behind the boy.
Resisting the urge to twist around and see what exactly Tony was doing, Peter waited helplessly, feeling the controlled movement of rope sliding against itself, being tied into a new knot. Tony pulled up again on the ropes, this time jolting the plug even more firmly, forcing a sharp squeak out of Peter.
“What changed?!” Peter yelped through the fuzziness building in his head, shifting his weight from foot to foot but not otherwise moving from his position.
Tony laughed archly as he spoke. “Just a little knot in an opportune place.”
Peter wasn’t floating too high to resist swearing under his breath about “little knots in opportune places my ass,” and received a stinging swat across one cheek from where Tony was still bent behind him.
Tony stood up before securing the remainder of the rope in a careful knot just above the small of Peter’s back. “There!” He said, quiet satisfaction evident on his face as he tugged and ran his fingers under the rope, making sure everything was the correct tightness.
Looking back into the mirror, Peter admired the vivid red of the rope against his skin and squirmed slightly where he stood, hands slowly drifting down from behind his head, following the contours of the lines and knots secured across his body.
“How does it feel?” Tony asked. “Actually, before you answer that, try sitting down.”
Peter scurried back across the room and sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed, failing to suppress a small, high pitched moan as the knot pressed against the plug.
Tony grinned evilly at the sound. “Now,” he said, rubbing his hands together, “back to the question at hand. How does it feel?”
“It feels… perfect…” Peter breathed. He could feel the gentle pressure surrounding his core, increasing with every inhalation, surrounding him with a buzzing layer of securesafetight, and the knot was a firm reminder of the plug and the game they were playing tonight.
“Not too tight?” Tony asked, watching Peter’s headshake of denial. “Good!” Tony crowed before grabbing at the knot in the middle of Peter’s chest and pulling him up slightly for a savage kiss, swallowing the moan that ricocheted from his throat and moving Peter’s entire body back and forth. Pulling his lips back from Peter’s searching mouth, Tony whispered, “Time to get ready.”
That sensation of whiplash came crashing back to Peter, who was still dazed from the kiss and the manipulation of the ropes surrounding him. “But-”
“Shhhh,” Tony said, placing a finger against Peter’s lips. “We still have the whole night ahead of us.”
Later that evening, Peter was astoundingly grateful for Tony’s consideration of his enhanced senses as they made their way through a back entrance to the historic mansion where the auction and gala were occurring, avoiding the red carpet entrance and flashing lights of the paparazzi. With rope tight against his skin under his tux and his ass firmly plugged, he was happy to escape any added attention. The media had been sniffing like hounds around their newly announced relationship, and the clamor outside would have been immense and overwhelming.
Peter was on tenterhooks as he and Tony mingled with the other guests, keenly aware that the plug in his ass could begin to vibrate at any moment. He had never noticed before just how often Tony checked FRIDAY’s notifications on his watch, but with every upward motion of Tony’s wrist that had Peter tensed and waiting, he was beginning to get an idea.
Peter excused himself from the excruciatingly boring conversation between Tony and some senator or other, appropriating the auction paddle to fan his heated face as he headed to the bar for a refill on his club soda and lime. Peter dipped and weaved between clusters of people, his natural grace coming into play as he finally began to relax. They’d been at the event for ages already, maybe Tony would be so distracted that he would forget about the plug entirely.
Refill achieved, Peter began to make his way back to Tony from the bar. As he crossed the room, he was caught by a group of sneering Upper East Side socialites, all hoping to talk to the mysterious young man who managed to bag The Tony Stark. Peter found himself unwillingly drawn into the conversation, inexpertly dodging questions about their personal life with stammering redirections. He flinched as he felt the first vibration rumble slowly against his sweet spot, disguising his small moan as a sudden cough. Peter began to desperately look for a way out of the conversation as the plug shivered and trembled inside him. He could already feel his dick chubbing up, responding to the delicious tingles shooting through his body. Peter focused his genius brain on ignoring the sensation, and shifted slightly to hold his auction paddle in front to hide his rapidly growing hardness.
Suddenly, the plug in his ass roared to life with a great and terrible vengeance. Peter jumped, almost spilling his drink across the haughty woman in a hideous gown who was still rudely clutching his sleeve. He looked frantically around the room, finding Tony across the dancefloor, still deep in conversation, innocently toying with his watch as he spoke. Peter was outraged and turned on beyond belief; that jerk wasn’t even looking at him! Making his excuses to the entire couture cabal, he extricated himself and ducked into a nearby curtained alcove.
Peter leaned with one hand out against the wall, and took a moment to breathe. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. The vibrations were way stronger than anticipated.
Peter shifted minutely, trying to control his shivering, clutching the auction paddle in his free hand. His slightly bent position was pulling on the ropes surrounding his chest, tugging on the line wedged firmly between his cheeks, and rubbing that diabolically placed knot against the base of the plug. The toy inside him changed from a predictable low thrum to a series of intermittent bursts, shifting in length and intensity between blessed moments of reprieve. Peter stifled his whimpers, acutely aware of the sounds of civilized society just beyond the curtain.
Wait… Was that? It was! Long, short, break- N, long long long, break- O… Peter bit back an incredulous laugh as he translated the rest of the Morse code message. “No hiding.” No hiding? How was Peter supposed to get through the night?
Peter’s dick was a line of fire where it was trapped down the leg of his pants. He took a few moments to adjust, tucking his cock into the waistband of his pants and grimacing slightly at the pressure of the button right below the head of his cock. The young man took a series of deep breaths against the constant stimulation of the plug vibrating merrily away in his ass, feeling the tightness of the harness against his skin as he steeled himself to return to the crowded ballroom. Suddenly the curtain drew back slightly, and Tony swirled into the shadowed space, leaning toward him with a predatory smile and proprietary air.
“How’s it going Petey?” Tony asked, pushing Peter against the wall and insinuating a hand beneath his tuxedo jacket, trailing it across the diamonds of rope beneath his shirt. “You enjoying the evening?”
Peter softly gasped his response as Tony’s strong fingers closed around one of Peter’s pebbled nipples. “Ye- yes Daddy, I’m ha- having a great time.”
Tony responded by crowding his body against Peter, grinding his hips against Peter’s throbbing cock and whispering with menace. “Are you hiding in here, little slut? Didn’t I just tell you no hiding? Are you gonna be my brilliant boy tonight or my dumb little cucciolo? You’ve already got the harness, maybe I should have brought you on a leash?”
Peter gasped and whined, dropping the paddle entirely as his nails dug into the plaster, words trickling through his body and the image of being paraded around, bound and leashed before the who’s who of New York City fluttering through his head. “Daddy! I can’t- You can’t-”
Tony pressed his hand against Peter’s mouth and licked a lurid strip up Peter’s neck from the edge of his collar to his ear. “I see you’re going to be my little cucciolo then, whimpering where anyone could hear you. I’ll let you in on a secret baby... I’m Tony-Fucking-Stark, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. If I wanna bring you to a charity gala naked but for my rope and drag you around like a dumb puppy, I will. I can buy every wagging tongue in here.”
A hot dribble of pre welled out of Peter’s tip and stuck the crisp cotton of his shirt to the sensitive head of his dick as Tony ground his hips against Peter and whispered filth into his ear. The wall began to chip underneath Peter’s bracing fingers, he squirmed in the harness holding him securely under his bespoke tuxedo, panting harshly through his nose and relishing the repeated pull of ropes across his ribs. Watching him quiver with an indulgent grin, Tony unbuttoned Peter’s jacket and slithered his arm around beneath the jacket to grab at the knot at the small of Peter’s back through his shirt. Carefully and firmly he tugged up, stifling Peter’s moans with hand over mouth as the knot between his cheeks pushed against that infernal plug, rubbing it firmly against Peter’s prostate.
Peter was caught between that sensation of the plug thrumming against his sweet spot, pressing against it even harder as Tony manipulated the rope, and the grinding of Tony’s hips against Peter’s, sandwiching his throbbing, leaky cock between them. Peter was almost riding the edge already, shivering and emitting muffled whimpers and groans from the depths of his throat, feeling the waves of heat swell dangerously high in his core as the vibrations shook through him. He screwed his eyes shut as the waves began to crest, rocking his hips harder into Tony’s solid strength, hands fisted at his sides so he didn’t leave craters in the plaster.
Tony’s watch chirped quietly in the muffled alcove and the vibrations stopped, interrupting the spectacular orgasm that Peter had been seconds from reaching. As quickly as he had begun, Tony tucked Peter’s shirt in at the back and buttoned his jacket, but not before rubbing his knuckles firmly against the aching line of Peter’s cock. Peter submitted to the treatment, helpless and aflame with desire as Tony straightened Peter’s bowtie and smoothed his mussed hair.
“Alright cucciolo, it’s time for the speech and auction. We better get back to our table before we’re missed.”
Peter stared uncomprehendingly at Tony. Go? In this state? He kept staring as Tony grabbed the paddle from the floor and held Peter’s hand, peeking outside of the alcove through the gap in the curtain.
“C’mon dumb puppy, no need to talk, you just have to heel,” Tony said, ushering Peter out into the warm lights of the ballroom. Everyone was gathered at the tables at the opposite end, watching the raised stage, the only witness to Peter’s flustered blinking being the bartender polishing glasses behind the expansive mahogany surface. Peter blushed furiously as the man eyed them both and winked, mimicking a zipper closing his lips with one hand.
As Tony and Peter reached the edge of the clustered tables, the lights began to dim and a spotlight appeared, pointed at the podium on the stage, drawing the room’s attention to the speaker who was walking out, cue cards in hand. They discretely slipped into their seats at the two person table near the edge of the group, Tony pulling back Peter’s chair and plopping him securely in the seat, making Peter suppress his moan as the plug jolted inside him.
Peter tuned out the speech completely, sitting ramrod straight in his chair, trying to avoid pulling the harness in any particular direction or pressing that devious knot any harder against the plug. He was staring off into the distance, cock still trapped and pulsing, trying to school his face into some semblance of order in anticipation of the lights being turned back on soon. Peter’s head snapped over to stare at Tony as the vibrations started back on, just a whisper compared to the earlier thrum.
“Da- Tony!” Peter hissed urgently, leaning toward the older man.
Tony leaned in as well, whispering into Peter’s ear. “Yes cucciolo? Something you need to say?”
“There’s people here, all around us… Anyone could see...” Peter trailed off, not understanding why he had to explain his alarm.
“What, haven’t practiced your poker face lately?” Tony grinned against Peter’s hair. “None of that sounded like a safeword to me.”
Peter suppressed a reedy whine as he realized that Tony was right, fidgeting slightly as the vibrations increased in intensity. He didn’t want to stop. Tony hummed in satisfaction, leaning back into his seat, stretching his legs out and to all appearances, idly checking the notifications on his watch.
The plug inside him burst into a flurry of earthquaking vibrations, the chair creaking slightly as Peter wrapped his hands around the edge of the seat to anchor himself. Peter tried his hardest to keep his face neutral and his eyes open though they were glazed unseeingly toward the stage. He said a quiet prayer of thanks that his jacket was hiding the front of his shirt that was now soaked through with pre, his dick back to throbbing and leaking profusely. To his delight and horror, the vibration was still increasing in intensity, slowly ramping up, and up, and up. Peter was frozen in his seat, biting his lip to stifle the intense moans that threatened to burst from his throat. He couldn’t help the slight rocking motion of his hips on the chair, looking for all the world like a bored twenty-something fidgeting, rather than one melting down from intense pleasure.
The vibrations were almost numbingly strong now, jackhammering against his sweet spot as Peter ground down on the knotted rope between his cheeks. Humid prickles of sweat were forming against Peter’s flanks and on the back of his neck, around his hairline and above his lips. The room felt scorchingly hot as the tidal wave of pleasure rose within Peter like molten lava dripping in his veins. Peter could barely unfurl his hands from around the chair, which was starting to dent under his grip. He folded them to press against the hardness in his lap, which was demanding attention beneath his tuxedo jacket, resisting the urge to hump wildly against his fingers with an iron will.
Tony leaned in from his careless sprawl to speak softly in Peter’s ear, his own voice tight with desire. “You gonna cum cucciolo? In front of all these people? Who knows who might be watching, you’d better keep that dumb puppy pokerface up while you make a mess.”
Peter’s entire body started to quiver beyond his ability to suppress as the words penetrated the haze surrounding his brain. Tony crowded in closer and pushed his arm beneath Peter’s jacket, wrapping it around Peter’s waist as if to steady him, while really shifting the line of rope between Peter’s cheeks. It was just a fraction of an inch higher, but it ratcheted up the coiled tension in Peter’s core. He was teetering on the edge and just couldn’t fall over. Peter turned toward Tony, resting his head on the man’s shoulder to disguise the tears of need pooling in his eyes.
Tony chuckled knowingly into Peter’s ear and unbuttoned Peter’s jacket, using the now relaxed fabric as a shield for his actions. “You want me to touch that hungry dick, puppy?” Tony cooed, “Of course you do, dirty boy, you always need a little help, don’t you?”
Peter nodded emphatically against Tony’s shoulder, not trusting his voice to reply. Tony navigated above Peter’s tightly pressed hands with deft fingertips, unbuttoning a single button and sliding his fingers into the gap in the soaked fabric. He circled Peter’s slick cockhead with his calloused fingertips, gently rubbing and smearing the sticky pre around, soothing and inflaming all the same. It was so good, oh- oh- oh God it was so good! Peter realized distantly that he was whispering these words fervently into Tony’s shoulder, so he pushed his head down harder. Biting into Tony’s shoulder to suppress the muffled wail of “Daddy!” as the waves of pleasure finally crested, Peter flew over the peak. The tension coiled in his body snapped, whiting out the world as his eyes squeezed shut, his whole body shuddering, shooting out endless blurts of hot cum across Tony’s fingers into the confines of his shirt.
The sound of clapping slowly penetrated Peter’s post orgasmic haze, and he dimly recognized Tony’s competent hands buttoning him back up, disguising the evidence of what they’d done, and rubbing soothingly at his back. Peter blearily raised his head as the lights began to brighten, leaning back onto his own chair with an exhausted and content sigh.
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jeranasblog · 3 years
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Everything is about trust
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Notes: This is my exchange fic for @starkerkink​​ and my lovely prompt partner is TellMeNoAgain. I really hope you like it <3 (and thanks a lot for editing, Mads)
Rating: E
Pairing: Peter Parker/ Tony Stark
Summary:   "During a fight, Tony tells Peter to drop back, and Peter swings forward, earning himself a stupid injury and giving Tony a minor heart attack. Tony's had enough- it's time to teach Peter what happens when bad boys don't listen."
Warnings: Dom/Sub, Punishment, Orgasm Denial, For further warnings (especially smut) check Ao3
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Peter sat in the back row of the classroom, the wall to his left and Stuard, a student who was always sleeping at school, to his right. Even though they currently had physics, Peter’s favorite class, he had still decided to shut his brain off because he probably knew everything he could learn today anyway. Usually, he still participated since his grades were very important to get into MIT, but thanks to his boyfriend, he wasn't even coherent enough to explain the theory of relativity even if he wanted to. 
 Everything had started yesterday during an Avengers mission. Iron man, better known as Tony Stark and Peter’s boyfriend, had warned Peter not to come too close. Another villain had decided to attack New York City, nothing special so far, but he had used mean poison that burned through all layers of clothes. Not through an Iron Man armor, though, so Tony had ordered Peter to stay back and let him handle it. 
 Peter had wanted to obey, really, but then the monster had run towards Tony, and Peter had panicked, so he had thrown himself in front of Iron Man. A drop of poison had landed on his hand which had not been covered by his suit because Peter had adjusted his web-shooters a minute ago and his gloves had bothered him. 
 Thankfully, Peter wasn’t completely human and after an hour of tears and screams, he was as good as new again, no troubles, really. But Tony, apparently, disagreed because he had lectured Peter for over an hour this morning. He had even come to the small apartment in Queens, and May, the traitor, who also thought Peter’s actions had been stupid, listened to Tony and did nothing but smirk. So dramatic, both of them. 
 Unfortunately, Tony knew him too well, so he had already assumed the lecture wouldn’t stick. After an hour of screaming and yelling, he had grabbed Peter in front of May and brought him to his room, carried over his shoulder like a small child. Peter’s face had burned and he could only hope May wouldn’t mock him with it until the day one of them died. 
 As soon as the door closed behind them, Tony’s attitude had changed. He acted less like a disappointed principle and more like Peter’s Dom. Not good. Especially since Peter had about thirty minutes left until he had to leave for school and there was no way Tony would allow him to skip it for sex. 
 For a moment, Peter had thought he might have been wrong because Tony had crowded him against his wall and pulled down his pants.
 “Turn around, boy. Show me your hole. I won’t wait today.” Who could blame Peter for thinking he would get Tony’s beautiful thick cock at this moment? Right, no one. 
 But of course, Tony wouldn’t reward him after the stunt he had pulled last night. Instead of his boyfriend's length, a cold metal toy was pressed inside of him. Thankfully, it was already lubed and not that thick because Peter hadn’t been prepped enough. This would be doable. The toy wasn’t thicker than one, maybe two inches. But as soon as Tony had pulled up his trousers, he had smirked evilly and pulled a remote out of his pocket. 
 Oh, god. The girth of the toy was not only increasing, it apparently had an integrated lube shooter function as well because Peter could feel how something slick splashed against his insides. He whimpered like a whore while he tried not to tremble and fall on the ground. 
 “Shhh, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll drive you to school and pick you up after. You just have to get through the day.” 
 Peter moaned pathetically while he tried unsuccessfully to lessen the friction against his sweet spot. He just had to get through the day, he wouldn’t even have to take the subway. Easy.
 It was anything but easy. Every hour, the horrible toy expanded half an inch and released more lube inside of him until Peter was scared he would leak on the chair. He was constantly aroused and it was torture to hide his hard on in his pants without anyone noticing. Ned had asked him multiple times why he was so jumpy today and Peter’s answer had been nothing more than a dismissive grunt. Thankfully, his teachers had left him alone. 
 When the bell rang after the last hour, Peter jumped up and regretted his move instantly. The not-so-small-anymore dildo shifted and rubbed full force against his pleasure point. His eyes rolled back and he had to suppress a loud moan in the middle of his classroom. 
 “Look at that, Peter is in a hurry,” Flash scoffed. “Probably all too eager to see his Sugar Daddy.”
 Peter was too aroused to give a fuck about Flash, so he smiled brightly and winked at him. “So true. I can’t wait for him to fuck me in his million-dollar car.”
 And before Flash could say anything in return, Peter had already left. 
 ~*~
 The ride home was torture. Tony hadn’t been busy apparently, so he had picked Peter up personally. His boyfriend didn’t mention the stupid toy once, not even when it suddenly inflated even more, and to Peter’s horror, started to vibrate. 
 Peter had spent the entire ride moaning, sobbing, and begging for mercy, but Tony only looked at the road even though the car could drive on its own. This was all because Peter had been a little bit injured. Tony was so dramatic.
 When they finally entered the bedroom, Peter was a mess. He couldn’t even walk anymore, so he was crawling behind Tony, struggling with every step. His pupils were blown wide, his hair disheveled, and his pants were decorated with a huge wet spot right in the middle. 
 “Strip, boy.” Tony’s voice was firmer than usual, and Peter would have thought his boyfriend was unaffected if he hadn’t seen the bulge in his pants. “I want you naked on the bed, ass up. You have two minutes. If you don’t obey, I won’t let you come for a month.”
 A month? No, Tony couldn’t do that. That would be torture.
 Peter had never stripped as fast in his entire life. Not even thirty seconds later and he was kneeling on the bed, ass up and legs spread. His face was pressed into the pillow, so he couldn’t see Tony, but his Spidey senses told him exactly what his boyfriend was up to. 
 Tony towered over Peter and finally, Peter could feel hands on his ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal the hole in between.
 “Baby, you’re so stretched. Look at that.” Tony’s finger wandered alongside his rim and made Peter moan in pleasure. “Let’s see how full we can stuff you, Peter. I think it’s only fair that you feel it after, don’t you agree?”
 “Uh-huh.” Peter didn’t even understand what his boyfriend was saying anymore, but he would do what Tony wanted him to anyway.
 “Alright, let’s get you trained properly, Peter. Maybe you’ll learn this time?”
 Before Tony pulled back to fetch the remote, he took one last look at Peter’s straining hole. Peter couldn’t stop himself from tightening around the thick toy, eager to show his boyfriend how good he could be for him. 
 “Don’t tempt me, baby.” 
 The words were accompanied by a firm slap directly over Peter’s abused rim. The student sobbed in pleasure, pressing his ass closer to get another blow. Pain coursed through his body, an overwhelming burn, and his skin tingled deliciously. He wanted more, more of his boyfriend, everything of him.
 “Mr. Stark. Please, again. Please.”
 But Tony only chuckled lightly. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”
 Peter wanted to scream yes, anything to get more of that delicious pain, but he knew from experience that lying would make it worse. “No, Sir.”
 The pleased hum told Peter his answer had been the right one. 
 “That’s correct, baby, you’ve been bad and we both know it. Stop whining now, boy.”
 Any protest died on Peter’s tongue and he closed his eyes, accepting what was about to come. He knew Tony wasn’t done with him and that he wouldn’t get his boyfriend's cock anytime soon. Instead, he had to make do with the awful thing inside of him, probably handmade from Tony himself. One perk of being with a billionaire engineer was Tony’s unlimited patience to build the perfect sex toy, something Peter couldn’t even order online. 
 “Let’s see if you can take it completely.” Tony looked at him as if he was an experiment rather than a human being and the humiliation made Peter wail in pleasure. This man would be the death of him.
 He could sense that Tony fumbled with the remote, but it was still a shock when the toy expanded again. Peter could feel how stretched he was and his rim slowly started to hurt. The only reason Tony could still keep going was Peter’s spider mutation. A simple human would have caved by now. 
 “That’s it, sweet boy. You’re taking it so well. Just five more times and it'll be over with.”
 Five more times? Suddenly, Peter knew why this was a punishment. Until now, it hadn’t been a real struggle aside from a small burn, but Peter wasn’t sure whether he could take even an inch more in his straining hole. 
 “I can’t, Sir. Please, that’s so much. I'm already so full.”
 Tony smiled at him and pressed a kiss on his forehead, but he didn’t put the remote aside. “You know I can’t let you go after the little stunt you pulled yesterday. Either you use your safe word, or you get it over with.”
 He looked at Peter expectantly, but the student remained silent. He wanted it, he just couldn’t admit it. When Peter still hadn’t protested after a couple of minutes, Tony pressed the button again. Twice.
 The pain was agony. Peter wailed and squirmed on the mattress, his fingers digging into the sheets. Fuck, it burned like fire, but at the same time, it was so good. He felt full, fuller than he had ever been and Peter didn’t know anymore whether he wanted to pull the toy out or get more of the delicious stretch. But despite the pain, his cock was hard, leaking onto the mattress until the sheets were practically soaked. 
 “I’m sorry, Sir.” Peter’s voice was nothing but a whimper, high-pitched and pathetic. He felt so raw, so exposed, and he couldn't deal with the thought of Tony being upset anymore. 
 “I know, boy, I know. Only three more, then everything will be forgotten, baby.”
 Peter sobbed during the next two times Tony made the toy expand. An endless string of words left his lips, pleading to make it stop, begging to take it out, but not once did he safeword. He wanted this, not only because he craved to be good, but also because despite all the pain, the friction felt delicious inside of him. 
 When Tony pressed the button for the last time, Peter almost came. He was just laying there, his legs giving in until his body crashed into the mattress. He had never felt so full before, his little hole stretched to the brim, and every movement, even taking a breath, sent a mixture of pain and arousal through his body. 
 Tony stroked his back, told him what a good boy he was, that he would learn his lesson, but Peter wasn’t capable of doing anything but breathing. He was afraid Tony would pull the toy out, leaving him open and empty again, so he savored the last minutes and drifted with the pain. 
 His rim was very likely red and sore, pulsing from the abuse and begging to close again, but Peter didn’t worry. It wouldn’t even take the entire night until everything would heal, a huge thanks to his spider biology, so he could enjoy the feeling, knowing he would be good as new again tomorrow. 
 Tony gave him a few minutes to come back to himself before he pressed another button of the remote and shrunk the toy back to its normal girth again. Peter felt empty, even though he was still filled, but his hole was used to something so much bigger by now. And on top of that, he could feel the huge amount of lube dribbling out of him, soaking the sheets and running down his thighs. 
 It was filthy and so obscene that Peter could feel his cock twitching again, still trapped against the mattress. He wanted something bigger, he wanted the real thing and not some metal toy, even though it had been crafted by Tony himself. 
 Thankfully, Peter didn’t have to beg and he could feel fingers wandering over his abused hole and pulling out the toy. It hurt a tiny bit and Peter welcomed the pain, closing his eyes in pleasure. 
 “I’m going to fuck you, baby,” Tony announced, his tip already positioned in front of Peter’s hole. “But I don’t think I’ll let you come today.”
 The words felt like denial, and Peter teared up, turning his head to look at his boyfriend. He had already gotten his punishment, hadn’t he? Why was Tony still denying him? Just the thought of being a disappointment hurt and Peter couldn’t stop the tear that ran down his face. 
 “Oh, baby, don’t look at me like that,” Tony cooed and pressed a kiss on his back. “Do you know what the punishment is for?”
 Of course, Peter knew. Bratty boys get punished. 
 “I-I didn’t l-listen to you,” Peter hiccuped and fought not to press his hips back, impaling himself on his Daddy’s cock. He wanted to feel that everything was fine again. He wanted Tony’s forgiveness and he wanted to come.
 “Baby, that’s only part of it. You endangered yourself, even though I had it under control. Tell me honestly that you wouldn’t do it again.”
 Peter remained quiet. He couldn’t say that. He loved Tony with everything that he had, and he didn’t always think rationally during fights. Keeping his boyfriend safe was his top priority and if that meant getting scolded like a child afterward, it would be worth it. 
 “See, that’s exactly what I mean. I know I’m human, baby. I know you heal faster, but I have my suit. I need you to trust me, Peter. When I tell you I’ve got this, I’ve actually got it. Do you understand me?” Tony waited for him to nod before he continued. “I need your trust, baby. In the field, in our relationship, in bed. If I know you don’t take me seriously, this isn’t going to work. JARVIS analyses the fights, baby, and he can’t calculate if you don’t stick to the plan.”
 Peter swallowed. He had never thought about it this way. Saving Tony had been the only thing on his mind. Suddenly, Tony’s previous lecture wasn’t a joke anymore. Peter could’ve avoided the injury and could’ve saved Tony the same anxiety and worry that Peter himself felt. Trust was everything, on the field and outside of it. 
 “You won’t come, today. I need you to trust me, so no one gets hurt.”
 The student cried when Tony’s cock entered him, not from the burning pain, but from the emotions that wrecked his body. He had made his Sir feel like that, it was his fault Tony questioned his trust, and it was his fault the mission could have gone south. 
 “Baby, don’t be upset now, just let it happen. I know it’s not your intention to make me feel like this, and you’ve already received your punishment. Just be a good boy and tighten around me. You’re not perfect, I’m not perfect, but we’re here to learn together.”
 A warm wave of emotions coursed through his body and Peter felt grateful to belong to this man. Tony made him a better person. He explained what Peter did wrong and helped him to become better. He didn’t know what he would do without his dom. 
 Peter drifted in the arousal, accepting that he wouldn’t come today. He just had to be a good boy now. Obscene noises filled the room with every single one of Tony’s thrusts, emphasized by the huge amount of lube Peter was stuffed with. He wanted Tony to come, wanted to be forgiven.
 His body drifted when he finally felt his boyfriend’s cum filling his body, Peter’s cock still leaking onto the mattress. He didn’t protest as Tony moved him until he was pressed against the billionaire’s chest. It was warm, it was quiet, and Peter’s own arousal got pushed in the back of his mind. 
 “You did amazing, baby. I love you,” Tony whispered in his ear while he pressed kisses all over Peter’s face. 
 Peter could feel Tony's arms around him, holding him and creating a safe space for him to fall into. Before Peter could drift away, Tony made him drink a few sips of water. 
 “Luv you, sir.” 
 Tony pulled him even tighter against his chest, making him bask in the glow of the arc reactor. 
 Peter felt calm and protected, his mind pleasantly numb while he drifted into the sweet space Tony always brought him to. Even though he was sore, even though his cock was still so hard that it hurt, Peter felt satisfied and happy. Tony had forgiven him, Tony loved him, Tony was happy. 
 "Take a nap, sweet boy. You were amazing. I love you so much. When you wake up, I'll make you come."
 He closed his eyes and snuggled closer against his boyfriend’s chest. They were perfect together and Peter would prove to Tony that he trusted him. 
 “I understand your concern, Tony, but you know that it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, don’t you? I trust you, I really do. I just haven’t thought about it.” Peter had to make sure Tony understood. 
 Tony gave him a smile and pressed a kiss on his forehead.“I know, baby. Just think twice next time, alright? I can’t even stand the thought of losing you.” 
 Peter smiled and nuzzled closer against Tony’s chest. He would think twice next time. His injury had been unnecessary and he could have saved them both a lot of trouble if he had just listened to Tony before.
 It was quiet for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Peter fell asleep while a hand stroked his hair and the beautiful deep voice whispered in his ear how perfect he was. 
 When he woke up again, it didn't even take a minute until he came all over Tony's hand. 
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Random SHIELD agent Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Orgasm Denial, Edgeplay, Begging, Spanking, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Age Difference, Light Dom/sub Summary:
Peter unintentionally uses a random Shield agent to disobey his Daddy who gave strict "no touching yourself without permission" instructions. Tony finds out and decides a punishment is in store.
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Posting date for Starker kink exchange has finally come!
This one's for @petersmocha 😊
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