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starker-raving-mads · 2 months

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After School Alpha

Summary: Omega Peter had a bad day at school and Alpha Tony is going to make it better.

Rating: Mature

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"I can't - I'm just - ugh," Peter flops onto the couch, reeking of distress and upset.

The moment the little omega had come into the lab Tony knew something was up. His protégé was normally bubbly, excitable, almost uncontrollably hyper, but today the teen had been quiet and, if Tony dared name an emotion over it, sad. The alpha figured he'd give the boy some space to work out whatever it was that was going on in his head but after a sharp clatter of tools a minute ago he'd carelessly asked, 'you okay, kid?'

Which resulted in Peter tripping over his words before planting himself face-first onto the couch in the corner of the lab.

The alpha tried - and failed, drastically - not to notice the tight curve of the younger man's spine where it rose to his ass when he walked over to that corner of the room. He simply couldn't help it; Peter was everything in an omega that Tony's craved: beautiful, incredibly smart, submissive - but only to an extent - and with the most compact little body it made his mouth water.

He tried not to think about this as he laid one hand over the younger man's waist in comfort, crouching down to the side of the couch. Petting down his spine, he released soothing alpha pheromones, letting his scent pervade the little space and draw the omega out of the shell he'd mentally crawled into.

"C'mon, kid," he rumbled. "I know you're not that upset over anything happening with your project over there. What's up?"

Peter shuffled until his face was turned toward Tony, the rest of him still firmly planted between the billionaire's hand and the couch. His eyes were round and as doe like as ever, but the tilt in his brow screamed small and soft and sad. Tony's heart broke at it and he took his free hand and ran his fingers over the creases and frown lines until Peter's face lay smoothed out and more tranquil than it had been all afternoon.

"It's stupid," the teenager muttered, pressing his face into Tony's hand, rubbing at it with his cheek like a cat begging for pets. The older man barely withheld a chuckle at the action and instead ran his fingers through Peter's soft, fluffy curls.

"It can be stupid and still suck," Tony replied, tugging at a loose strand of hair. It made Peter arch his neck in a way that showed off his mating gland and oh there were those feelings he was trying more and more to tamp down. It was one thing to want to fuck a pliant little omega like Peter, but a whole other thing to want to claim him, mate him, breed him full of Stark pups.

Tony was a dirty old alpha and he really didn't need the reminder of what he couldn't - shouldn't - have.

"It's just - " Peter started before sighing and closing his eyes. A moment later they opened back up again and stared right through Tony's soul. "You probably don't wanna hear this especially from me but," the kid swallowed before his face firmed up in resolution. "I love you, Mr. Stark, and it just really, really sucks because you don't look at me like that and you don't have to - like I get it," he rolled his eyes at himself as though he wasn't actively sending every atom of Tony's existence into a supercollider, "I'm just some dumb kid you have to like babysit to make sure I don't die doing Spider-Man things. And - and," his voice hitched and wavered with building tears, "you're so kind to me like all the time like even right now and you take care of me and I can't help what I feel and - "

"Hey," Tony said softly, moving both hands to cradle Peter's face. "Shh, don't cry." He wiped away the tears that had built on the younger mans face with his thumbs, smoothing away the tracks until they were gone and he had a handful of soft, pretty omega.

"'M sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter hiccupped.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, kid," Tony shook his head, hands resuming their path of running through Peter's hair, soothing them both.

"I just don't wanna make you feel bad because of how I feel," Peter frowned. "I just didn't think I could hold it in any more after - after Flash said all that stupid stuff today about being a b-burden." Tony frowned and made a mental note to deal with whoever the hell this Flash kid was. "And even just telling you how I feel is gonna make it all awkward and - "

"Pete," Tony interrupted, every part of him finally aligning to do the one thing he's wanted to do for months. "You aren't a burden, kid, and you're not making anything awkward. You've got nothing to be sorry about."

"But - !" Peter started and Tony rolled his eyes playfully before ducking forward.

Their lips met in a kiss that was, without doubt, the best kiss Tony had ever given or received in his many years of life. Peter's lips were soft and plush, warm, and the scent of sour feelings and surprise quickly was overrun with arousal and pure unadulterated happiness. Almost immediately his delicate little throat let loose an omegan purr of contentment and Tony growled back, proud and possessive over the little thing in his arms.

He pushed himself until he was laying over the teenager, crowding him into the cushions of the couch, weighed down by Tony's larger, alpha form. Their kiss was turning from almost-innocent to downright sinful with their mouths opening, tongues pressing against each other in a dance as old as time.

Peter let out a little whine when Tony maneuvered them to where the younger mans legs were spread around Tony's hips and the alpha thrust down. He pulled back and let out a loud growl as he ground his hips into Peter's, the omega mewling out little sounds of pleasure. Pete tried to match the rhythm of Tony's grinding but was too inexperienced and blinded by pleasure to sync up so Tony ran a hand down to his hip and guided him.

"That's it, little omega," he panted, face pressed against Peter's mating gland as he breathed in the scent of happy, slick, yours. "Take what you need, sweetheart."

"Mr. - ah," Peter mewled, strong hands grasping at Tony's shoulders, hanging on for dear life. "Alpha, alpha, alpha," he panted, back arching as he finally found the right pace to rub his jean-clad cocklette and pussy over the bulge in Tony's slacks.

They both moaned when Tony's cock hooked into a slick indent in Peter's jeans and caused them to grind in place, the only thing stopping their coupling the barrier of their clothes.

"Pete," Tony panted, pressing the teens legs up and around to hook over his hips. He ground down again and again, the slick dripping from Peter's hole drenching his pants. He could feel it on his cock and the scent and knowledge of just how wet the kid was for him was driving him insane. "Fuck, so wet, baby. Is that all for me, huh, kid?"

"Yes - yes all for you, alpha," Peter panted, arching to allow Tony's cock to thrust deeper into the cradle of his thighs. He whined as his jeans stopped the older man from fucking too hard against him. "Need," he cried, tears of frustration gathering at the corners of his eyes. He was the prettiest thing Tony had ever seen.

"Can't - can't breed you yet, 'mega," Tony said, voice coming in huffs as he continued to thrust up into the sweet slick heat of Peter's most sensitive spot. Peter whined, long and low, his whole body begging to be breached and fucked and knotted. It pulled at Tony's heart and his knot started to swell like he was some teenaged pup ready to blow his load in his pants.

Might as well be, he thought, for all that Peter was driving him insane.

"Alpha, please," Peter cried. "Need - need - "

"Need alpha's cock?" Tony teased, rocking them together as tightly as he could. "Need to be bred, Petey?"

Peter let out a choked off moan as his head fell back, overwhelmed by the idea. "Yes, yes, yes," he agreed, rutting against Tony frantically. He was so close. "Need alpha's cock in me," he admitted, rushed, frantic. "Need his knot," he panted. Delirious with arousal and instinct, he said, "Wanna be bred full of his come, wanna give him - give him so many pups." He cut off with a moan when Tony thrust particularly viciously against his pussy.

For Tony's part, he was just as frantic with lust as Peter was. Hearing the omega, his omega beg for his knot, beg to be bred and become the mother of his pups was driving him insane. But he couldn't, not yet, wouldn't breed him until they were mated and they would be mated, he'd figure out a way how.

But until then -

He pulled back and Peter all but cried at the loss. "Shh, little omega," Tony said, hands moving to remove every piece of clothing covering his little mate. "It's okay, alpha's gonna take care of you." He threw Peter's shirt off first before his hands dexterously started unbuttoning and tugging down jeans and underwear.

"Please," Peter begged, legs colt-like and fumbling as he tried to help. Finally, he was completely naked before Tony's gaze and instead of covering himself like he always thought he might - the embarrassment of being naked a truly terrible thing - all he could think was to stretch out, spread out, show off for his alpha, his mate. Let him see what he owned and was about to mark up and make belong to him. He ran his hands over his flared hips and up to his flat chest, touching everywhere he wanted Tony to touch. "Please," he asked again, soft and full of want.

The billionaire leaned down again and kissed the teen full on the mouth, hands immediately roaming to everywhere he could touch. He tweaked the boy's nipples until he gasped, he ran calloused fingers over the sensitive flesh of his ribs and the soft skin of the inside of his thighs before finding his goal.

"Oh!" Peter exclaimed before dropping back into a deep moan.

Tony's fingers found the boy's cocklette and pussy and smoothed over the soft flesh with his hands before dipping a fingertip into his sopping went entrance. "Fuck," he grunted, Peter's hole was warm and more inviting than it had any right to be. "So fucking wet for me, baby," he said, dipping a second finger in when he realized how loose with arousal the boy was.

"All for you," Peter agreed, spreading his legs even wider, begging to be fucked by Tony's hand.

And fuck Tony did. He thrust both fingers fully into the boy who in turn let little ah, ah, ah noises as the alpha's fingers thrust in and out of him. He was already so incredibly close to coming it was insane.

"Please, alpha," he begged, grinding his hips down every time Tony thrust his thick fingers back into him. "Please, please, please."

"Gonna make you come, 'mega, don't you worry," Tony promised. His fingers were so drenched with slick it was amazing his hand hadn't just slid right out. And, god, thinking about all that hot liquid running over his knot was driving him insane. "C'mon now, pup," he said, crooking his fingers until Peter screamed. "Come for alpha, come on my hand, baby."

"Al - alphaaa," Peter cried, body tensing up and eyes rolling to the back of his head. He grabbed the arm of the couch behind his head and held on tightly as his orgasms crashed over him. He vaguely heard the snap of the wooden frame but truly could not care about it as waves upon waves of pleasure rushed over him.

Slowly, he came back down from his orgasm, feeling himself slumped against the couch cushions, crumbled couch arm held loose in his hand. He let go of the fabric and keened when he felt Tony swipe his whole hand up against Peter's pussy.

"Shh, Petey, just need - ah," the older man said. Peter cracked his eyes open to see Tony's cock finally free from his trousers and the older man's hand wrapped tight around it. His cock was glorious, thick and long and angry red at the tip, dripping precome as the billionaire wrapped his hand around it. He jacked himself off in quick, efficient strokes, the glide smooth with Peter's slick.

The teen shuddered, body trying and failing to rev back up because of the erotic image. Tony's eyes were trained between Peter's legs and, in a moment of confidence Peter didn't know he hand, the teen pulled the back of his thighs with both hands, tilting his hips and putting himself on full display for his alpha. "Fuck," Tony said, hips stuttering in their rhythm. He squeezed almost painfully tight against the knot at the base of his cock at then - hot streaks of come shot out, marking Peter from chest to pussy with wave after wave of alpha come. He let out an omegan purr again, happy and aroused and so fucking hot from the display of pure desire from his alpha.

After a few moments, both men had calmed down enough to clean up using one of the many rags from around the shop before curling up together on the couch. Peter, still naked, was pressed tightly against Tony's larger, warm form. For his part, Tony grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and covered the both of them, wrapping his arms around his little mate.

"Gonna mate you, kid," he promised lowly, leaving a kiss to soft, brown curls.

"Oh, alpha," Peter sighed in contentment. He tucked his head against Tony's mating gland and laved it with his tongue, breathing in the happiness in the air.

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sinner-for-starker · 1 month

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"Come on, bambino, be a champ and take daddy's cock." Tony whispers to his son as he pressed his tip against his son's cunt. Peter was slowly reduced into a babbling mess with tears running down his cheeks as he relaxes his cunt around his dad's big cock.

"Too big." Peter hiccups- eyes wide- looking so sinful with moist cherry red lips- flushed pale skin and glassy doe eyes. "D-daddy- it's- you're too big for me!"

"Oh no- is my little kiddo feeling sore with just daddy's tip inside his cunt?" Tony asks in a fake condescending manner, he reaches in between them and began playing with the boy's clit, the boy shrieks- arching his pretty back off of the bed. "You can do it, sweetie pie, you're daddy's good boy right? You want to be daddy's good boy?"

Peter whines and nods promptly, "Y-yes! Yes- Am- Am daddy's good boy." his kiddo says in a more confident tone. Tony could feel his son's walls relaxing around him but fuck- the boy was still so fucking tight around his thick cock.

"That's it- that's it, m' boy, just like that- fuuuuck- fuck you always feel so good around daddy's cock, my love, the light of life." Tony praises Peter as he began moving his hips in a slow gait, his hips snapping with hard fervor as he forces his cock deeper into his son's smaller cunt.

Peter's small moans and movements of his hips to meet Tony's pace was enough of an indication that the boy was enjoying it- with tears running down his cheeks, Tony leans close and licks the boy's cheek before pressing his mouth against Peter's lips, locking his son into a feral saliva-exchange while Tony pounded his cock, hitting every spot that makes Peter squeal into his mouth.

"Da-dad! Daddy! Am gon- gonna cum daddy!" Pete wails into Tony's mouth.

"Go ahead kiddo, come on, cum on your father's cock, make a mess, give it all to your daddy, bambino." Tony growls as he hammered his hips harder and faster into Peter's pink cunt that was now squirting and gushing cum on his cock. With three more deep thrusts, he cums with a low grunt, his hips wavering and stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, filling his son womb with his potent cum.

"Mmm- daddy- so full." Peter says in a gibberish manner, already cock drunk and hazed with pleasure, eyes half closed as he looked at Tony.

"Of course, baby, gotta have my kiddo full and well-bred right?" Tony whispers, pressing kisses against his son's temple, pulling him closer for a hug while his cock stayed inside his son's cunt.

Peter doesn't answer but Tony chuckled when all he could hear were soft snores from his baby boy.

"Good night, 'bino. I love you so much." Tony says tenderly, tucking his kid in with his arms wrapped protectively around his son.

This is dedicated to my baby boy: @tnpt-depravity, I hope you like it my love. And thanks to starkercest fam for encouraging me to write, you peeps are amazing and I'm glad I met y'all.

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captshipper · 5 months

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do-nut november '23: day 06. felching

top!Tony x bottom!Peter | almost underage Peter

The boy’s too young. The boy’s too innocent. The boy’s just a boy.

Until he’s on Tony’s bed.

He’s naked, showing his lean and pale body, still clean and pure, only touched by one man. A man that is more than willing to worship him, ready to give him the best experiences of his life. Peter will never forget him.

Tony’s mouth takes both of his balls into his mouth without an issue, his own cock getting harder as Peter sighs and moans. The position is almost too uncomfortable for his neck, with Peter on his hands and knees. Tony sucks, licks his cock from the hilt to the tip, tastes his precome. It coats his tongue like the most expensive and precious liquor).

Tony leans back and gently pulls out the butt plug Peter has put there as a little surprised. The older man covers his fingers with lube and pushes two into him, sliding in easily after Peter’s work at getting himself open and ready.

“Good boy,” Peter moans behind the gag. Tony loves his moans, but loves them muffled even more. “My baby boy.”

Peter shivers

Tony can barely believe that the boy who flies between buildings, and has an absurd super strength, he shivers being called “baby boy” by his childhood hero. It’s cute, a lot cutier when he’s offering his tight hole to be used and abused. He slides his thumb and index finger in and push them apart, the boy breathes hard. His other hand grabs the lube and he drips a good amount of (this stupidly expensive) lube. Then some across his cock.

Peter sounds so lovely as Tony bottoms out much faster than he should.

Tight and hot and wet, a perfect fuck hole.

Good thing Tony is… respectably old. He's not a teenage boy anymore, he would blow his shot when his cockhead was barely inside if he was still a boy himself. He has experience-earned stamina, thank you very much.

“Such a good little boy,” Tony whispers, his hands moving up Peter’s milly and muscular back, he loves the small yet defined body. His nails dig into soft skin and he leaves parallel lines from Peter’s shoulder blades to where the swell of his butt starts. The kid hisses, clenches around his cock like he’s trying to crush it. Feels almost too good.

Tony moves his hands up over the new scratches, he broke skin in a few spots, he pushes Peter’s shoulders until he gets the hint and his chest is pressed against the mattress. Tony positions himself a bit better and takes in a rough, brutal pace of fucking the boy..

The headboard hits the wall, Peter doesn’t moan loudly only because he’s gagged, the neighbor definitely know the little cute twink is being railed. What would they think if they knew he was being railed by the one and only Tony Fuckin’ Stark? The man that could buy this building and the whole block with pocket change.

Maybe it would be more of a scandal than the fact that Peter’s barely legal.

He makes sure he hits Peter’s prostate every other thrust, causing the kid to make the most lovely and pathetic little noises of pleasure, his cute cock dripping precome like a rusty pipe. He doesn’t slow down as Peter cums, fucking his through an orgasm and then through a second. Peter is being hold up by Tony’s hands by the time he thinks he fucked him thoroughly enough, his grip’s bruising on the boy’s hips as he cums.

He doesn’t let him down as he eases his way out, then latches onto the slightly gaping hole. Rimming is already hot, rimming after a fuck? When it’s much warmer and disgustingly wet? Even better. Tony might be a bit of a weirdo, he kind of loves the taste of his own cum. Especially when he licks and sucks it off a hole he just fucked until the person was barely conscious.

Peter gasps, squirms a bit, he’s still not used to the part where Tony cleans him.

Tony will make him get used to it.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 month

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When Peter parker's famous boyfriend tony stark returns from a two weeks mission or business trip, he decides to treat him. smut please. Buttom power! peter riding tony

What a boy wants

AN: Well here’s a smutty little ficlet for you. I’ve decided this is set in my 'A place on earth' universe, because why not? As always, aged up Peter Parker.

Not beta’d, so sorry for any rogue commas.

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Summary: If you’d asked Tony yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tony Stark.

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Explicit Sexual Content, implied use of sex toys, anal sex, cock riding, power bottom!Peter, Nipple clamps, Cream Pie, Clothing disparity.

“Tony!”

Tony had barely stepped out of his suit before the slim, but muscular body of his boyfriend barrelled into him.

“I missed you,” Peter mumbled into his chest.

Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s frame and rested his cheek on the top of Peter’s dark curls. “Missed you too, baby boy.”

Peter tilted his head and Tony raised his own so he could look down at his angel. “Not as much as I missed you,” came the emphatic reply. Peter’s eyes were deep pools of raw emotion and Tony was so hypnotised by them it took him a moment to realise two things. One, Peter was steering him backwards, a fact that he was only really aware of when the back of his legs hit the couch and he tumbled down onto it. Two, Peter was wearing his short silk robe and only that.

Tony landed on the couch with a soft oomph and immediately Peter was climbing up onto him, straddling his thighs and using his nimble fingers to work at Tony’s fly with a determination bordering on obsessive.

“Hey, baby. Slow down. What’s the rush?” He tried to sit up, but halted when Peter looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Anthony Edward Stark. You’ve been gone for two whole weeks. Since we got together the longest I’ve gone without you filling me up is forty-eight hours.” Peter glanced down as he freed Tony’s cock and licked his lower lip. “I ache for you Mr. Stark.”

Tony’s eyes rolled back as Peter let out the honorific and he started to pump Tony’s cock which didn’t seem to have an issue with getting with the programme, despite the fact that a part of his brain thought Peter was a little shit for pulling out the big guns to get his way.

However, Tony would admit that the way that Peter was so unashamedly going after what he wanted was doing something to him. If you’d asked him yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Having brought Tony to full hardness at record speed, Peter let him go and threw off his robe. He was, as Tony had thought, naked underneath, except for a pair of gold and red clamps joined by a chain, which made his small nipples puff up as they squeezed them. Tony couldn’t help but skim his palms up Peter’s sides and then rub his thumbs over the two stiff peaks, watching his lover shudder with sensation, before he stared down at Peter’s straining and dripping cock.

“Petey,” he sighed, full of lust, love and amazement for his boy. Peter leant forward and pressed his lips to Tony’s and Tony lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, not even registering that Peter had taken hold of his cock again until he felt it being enveloped by a warm wet heat. He jerked in surprise and opened his eyes as Peter groaned and fully seated himself, his eyes still closed.

“Holy shit, Peter. Are you okay?” Tony felt panic and then confusion rise within him. They hadn’t done any prep and there wasn’t any lube in this room, but Peter didn’t feel dry and overly tight - quite the opposite - and Peter wasn’t crying out in pain either. In fact he looked entirely blissed out.

Peter smiled and gently rocked atop Tony’s cock.. “So okay, Mr Stark. Friday told me when you set off for home, so I opened myself up and got myself ready. I’ve been slowly fucking myself with that dildo you bought me for the last thirty minutes. Made my little boy-pussy all wet and slippery, so I could take you in straight away. Almost came so many times, but I’ve been saving it. I needed to feel you inside me.”

Peter lifted himself up and started to fuck himself, and all Tony could do was look up in awe, desperately trying to burn each erotic movement onto his retinas. Peter was resplendent -so self-assured - as he just took his pleasure from Tony’s body. He let out little sighs and moans as he moved up and down and stirred his hips.

“Feels so good, Mr Stark. Love the way you fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby. Where did this dirty mouth come from?” Tony asked, still not fully believing that his sweet boy was being so commanding.

“Been dreaming about you ‘n’ decided I wanted to be selfish when you got back. Just want you to lie there and let me have this. You can take it can’t you, Mr Stark? Just let me ride you and ride you until I want to come?”

All Tony could let out was a garbled moan before he bit his lip, tightening his hands on Peter’s hips as he willed his orgasm to build slower. He wanted to make Peter happy. He always tried to let his boy finish first, but this time it felt even more important that he succeed. He thought that closing his eyes again might help, so he wouldn’t be able to see the erotic juxtaposition of a naked Peter wantonly riding his own clothed body, but it just made everything worse. All his other sensations were suddenly amplified. Peter’s breathy sighs and the salacious, wet, slapping sound of him taking Tony over and over filled his ears. The exquisite push, pull and squeeze on his cock was the only thing he could feel. It was getting too much.

“Peter,” he whined. “Please. I’m so close.”

“I’m almost there too, Mr Stark,” Peter replied between pants. “Pull on the chain.”

Tony fluttered his eyes open again, trying to focus on the delicate gold links swaying between Peter’s small but defined pecs. He reached out, snagging the chain between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand, and gave it a cautious tug. Peter let out a deep moan and his body clenched down, making Tony choke back a cough.

“Again,” Peter commanded. “Harder. And when I come I want you to fuck up into me as hard as you can.”

Tony nodded dumbly and then pulled on the chain again, slowly drawing it back towards him and watching how Peter’s nipples lengthened, until his concentration was broken by Peter’s loud shout and the feeling of Peter’s channel starting to spasm as his orgasm took hold. With Peter’s cum splashing all over his shirt, Tony let go of the chain so he could grip Peter’s hips firmly, plant his feet, and start to thrust up.

Tony started to come almost immediately. He felt the way his balls drew up and the way his cock swelled inside the tight clutch of Peter’s body. His own cry of pleasure mingled with Peter’s as he rode out a wave that felt never-ending, pouring himself inside of his lover.

Peter collapsed over him, and Tony shifted his hands so he could stroke Peter’s hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“Damn, Petey,” he gasped out. “That was… Wow!”

Peter lifted his head and opened one eye, looking up at Tony. “You liked?”

Tony dropped a kiss onto Peter’s smooth, unwrinkled forehead. “I loved,” he confirmed.

“Does that mean I can be bossy more often,” Peter asked with a smile.

“Baby boy, you can be as bossy as you like, as often as you like, if that's what comes from it. But for now, I’m gonna lay down the law and say that we need to go and have a shower. I also need to burn this shirt - I don’t think it’s salvageable.”

Peter giggled, his voice bell-like. “It’s a good job you can afford to buy more, because I have a feeling a few others might get ruined.”

“Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.”

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believeinstarker · 9 months

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impressional 18 year old x 40 year old mentor? how could they not fuck?

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ironh3artstark · 19 days

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Since it was rdj's birthday!!! i would love to request where its tony's birthday and peter's gift to him is himself wearing a lingerie or sexy outfit uniform! hard core smut pls

Thank you for the request :). Hope it’s alright! Also sorry for any typos

The sound of Tony's shoes hitting the floor alerted Peter. He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. The room was dark, as per Peter's request. Peter had been a good boy for his lover and he had a present for his 47th birthday.

Tony walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie. He looked at the bed with a smirk. "My baby, waiting for me?" Tony asked.

"Yes Sir," Peter smiles confidently. "I have a surprise for you."

Tony grinned and stripped off his shirt. "Baby, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Can I see it now?"

"No," Peter said. "Sit."

Tony raised his eyebrow and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "Well then," he said, sitting.

Other times he would’ve instantly corrected the tone that came out of Peter’s mouth, tonight, he was allowing it.

Peter turned on the bedside light. "Look," he said, holding out a gift. "Happy birthday, Tony." Tony smirked and took the present. "Thank you, baby," he said, tearing the paper and peering at the luxurious design. "Lingerie?" Tony guesses with a smirk.

"Open the box," Peter says, looking at how Tony looks up and down his body once he realizes his boy is absolutely bare naked, and by bare he means it. He’s hairless and smooth everywhere.

Tony nods, sadly tearing his eyes away from his beautiful boy, and opens the box.

Tony’s eyes widen with lust and wonder at the sight before him. "Oh."

Inside the box was a matching set of pink lacy underwear and a pink silk nightgown. It was simple but it was elegant and it was, ultimately, Tony's style. "You like it?" Peter asks with cheeks as pink as a spring flower, shyly smiling.

"Yes," Tony said, stroking the silk. "It's beautiful. Perfect for you.”

Peter beams and giggles. "Now close your eyes," he says.

"Yes baby," Tony said. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of vanilla and flowers as Peter moves around in front of him, the movement, wafting the delicious smell around the room.

"No peeking!" Peter says. Tony can hear the smile in his voice and smiles with his eyes still closed.

Peter picks up the nightgown.

"Wouldn't dream of it, honey." Tony speaks softly, crossing his heart.

Peter pulls the nightgown over his head, pulling it down to his thighs, glad he decided to wax himself smooth so Tony can have the best experience.

Once the nightgown is on, Peter bites his lip and grabs the lacy pink panties that lie in the box. They were attached to garters that connected the panties to them with very fragile lace. When Peter tends to get excited, he ends up breaking things. He does not want to rip these—possibly the most pretty things he ever owned.

He slips them on oh so carefully, the fabric feeling so nice against his skin, especially the smooth, waxed skin. "Okay, Tony," Peter says, walking forward to the older man. "I'm all ready for you."

Tony smirks and opens his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the gorgeous sight before him. "Fuck baby, you're beautiful." Tony breathes out. Peter has never failed to take his breath away, that’s just how pretty his boy is.

"Thank you," Peter blushes, fingers playing with the end of the frayed fabric of his slip.

"May I touch you, darling?" Tony asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Peter.

"Of course, Sir," Peter nods, stepping closer and sitting on Tony's lap, his legs wrapping around Tony's waist.

Tony smiles, his hands stroking up the sides of Peter's hips, sliding underneath the silk nightgown and rubbing his back. "I love you." He says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Peter's collarbone.

"I love you too," Peter whispers, his body already reacting to Tony's touch, the lace rubbing against his cock, and Tony’s already stiff length in his dress pants, causing a bulge to be felt.

"So sweet and innocent," Tony mumbles. His hands come down, stroking Peter's thighs and the lacy material of the garters. "You did such a good job getting ready for me. Waxed everything and got these panties for me. Did you get hard when you were waxing yourself, baby? I bet you did. You got hard, thinking about my big cock inside of you. Fucking you open and filling you up."

"I did, was thinking about how good you’ll feel inside me." Peter moaned softly, grinding down on Tony's lap, trying not to tear his new panties.

"That's my boy," Tony praises. He kisses Peter's jaw, sucking gently and running his tongue over the skin.

"Can I undress you, Tony?" Peter asks, his eyes full of desire.

"You may, baby," Tony answers, pressing his forehead against Peter's, looking into his eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Peter’s nose.

Peter moans, reaching down and unbuckling Tony's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and dropping it to the floor. Next, he pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. He slips his hand inside, wrapping it around Tony's large cock, and gasps when he feels the slick, warm, and wet flesh. "Already so hard for me, Tones."

"You make me so hard, baby.” Tony bites out.

"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" Peter asks, batting his eyelashes.

"Not tonight, sweet boy." Tony says.

"Why not, Sir?" Peter pouts, wondering if he did something wrong.

"Tonight, I wanna fuck you on your back, okay?" Tony says, grinning as he watches the sad pout go away, and gets replaced with a happy smile.

Peter eagerly nods, his curls bouncing on top of his head. He slides off of Tony's lap, his feet hitting the floor and making him slightly wobble because his legs are trembling with the anticipation of what's about to happen.

Tony takes the opportunity to shuck his pants off, his boxers going down with them, his cock springing free and standing proudly.

"Sir," Peter says, getting up and crawling on top of the bed, his nightgown sliding up, revealing his pink lacy panties. "Come here," he says.

"Where, baby boy?" Tony asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Here," Peter says, his hands reaching out, signaling Tony to come closer.

Tony stands and crawls up onto the bed, laying between Peter's spread legs. "Hi," he says, smiling down at the young boy.

"Hey," Peter blushes. "Kiss me?" He asks.

"As you wish," Tony grins, leaning down and pressing their lips together.

Peter's arms wrap around Tony's shoulders and their lips slot together perfectly. They both sigh in contentment. The kiss starts out gentle and slow, but turns more desperate as time goes on.

"Tony, fuck," Peter whines as they break apart, both panting.

"I got you, sweetheart," Tony says, one hand coming up to stroke Peter's cheek. "I'll always take care of you. My beautiful boy."

Peter sighs in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. He nuzzles his cheek into Tony's hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Do you want the panties to stay on or off?" Tony asks, using his free hand to glide it along Peter’s waist.

"Mmm, On," Peter blushes. "They're cute and I like them."

"Me too," Tony chuckles, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" Peter asks, opening his eyes and looking at Tony, biting his lip.

"Oh, of course I will," Tony grins, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Lay on your stomach," he says, opening the bottle.

"Yes sir," Peter says, flipping over. He grabs one of the many pillows on the bed, putting it under his waist, his ass sticking up and his face buried into the soft silk.

Tony looses breath at how easily Peter did that motion, running his eyes all across the span of Peter’s plump ass.

Tony leans down and presses a kiss to Peter's tailbone, his hand coming up and rubbing over Peter's lace covered hole. "This is the best birthday gift, baby," Tony says, squeezing Peter's ass and rubbing the small hole through the panties.

"Thank you, Sir," Peter says. "It's just—I wanted to make you happy."

"Oh, honey, you did. I’m so proud of you.” Tony coos, eyes filled with love as he listens to his lover speak.

Peter sighs softly, pushing his wide hips back.

"Shh," Tony hums, rubbing his back. "I got you, baby." He pulls the lacy material aside gently and grabs the lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, rubbing it to warm it up.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks, his index finger brushing against the tight ring of muscle.

"Yes," Peter whispers. "Please, Tony."

"Anything for you," Tony speaks softly, feeling his cock twitch as his eyes catch the pink and tight pucker. He circles the rim, teasing the muscle, and pushes his finger in.

"Mmm, thank you, Sir." Peter sighs, his ass relaxing and taking the long and thick finger easily.

"God, look at you, sweet boy. You're always so good for me." Tony growls, pushing his finger in deeper. Peter moans, the praise going straight to his cock, which is leaking pre-cum into his panties.

Tony starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching Peter, who is obviously, taking it like a champ. "Almost done, okay baby? You're doing so well."

"M'kay, add another." Peter whimpers, his hands grabbing at the silk bedspread.

"You're a little needy tonight," Tony comments. He pulls his finger out and adds a bit more lube, before pushing back in with two.

"Just need your cock," Peter huffs, his body arching into the sheets.

"Shh, don't worry, you'll get it. Patience." Tony says, scissoring his fingers. Peter whines and bites down on his lip. He can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping into the panties and it causes a shiver to spread throughout his body.

Tony pushes his fingers in and crooks them, searching for the spot that drives Peter crazy. Peter's back arches and a loud moan rips from his throat when Tony brushes against his prostate.

"Oh, fuck, please, Sir, I'm ready, please." Peter begs, his voice desperate.

"What do you want, baby?" Tony asks.

"You, please. Need you to fuck me." Peter whimpers, writhing against the sheets, and also pushing back against the two fingers in his hole.

Tony grins, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He sits back on his haunches, quickly removing his undershirt and looks at Peter, making a move to grab the lube. "Turn around," Tony says. “Wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you, love.”

Peter blushes and nods, quickly turning around and resting his head on the soft pillow.

"Do you still want the panties on?" Tony asks, looking down at the soaking wet material, the lace stained a dark pink.

"Yes, please." Peter blushes, spreading his legs wide, showing off his cock and balls, straining against the lace.

"Beautiful," Tony whispers, his eyes raking up and down the boy's body.

"T-thank you, sir." Peter says, biting his lip, his eyes focused on Tony's big, leaking, and fat cock.

Tony lubes himself up and lines the second pillow up, positioning it under Peter's hips. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking down at the younger man.

"Yes, sir, please, want you." Peter begs, his soft and small hands coming up and resting on Tony's shoulders.

Tony grunts, taking a hold of the base of his cock and pushing into Peter. "O-oh, fuck," Peter groans, his mouth opening and his eyes screwing shut.

"So fucking tight," Tony moans, his free hand coming down and holding Peter's hip. "You feel so good, sweetheart."

"You're so big," Peter whimpers, his hole clenching around the fat cock, the stretch causing a delicious burn.

"Take it so well, though," Tony whispers, pulling out a bit before slowly thrusting back, eyes staring right into Peter’s. Tony’s once light brown eyes have turned black due to the lust and desperation he is experiencing, and Peter loves it.

He loves when he can drive Tony to that point where his eyes are a whole new man’s.

"Fuck," Tony groans, pushing in harder, the tight heat of Peter's hole, driving him mad.

"Sir, yes, right there, please." Peter cries, his back arching, his nails digging into Tony's skin.

Tony smirks and pulls out all the way, before slamming back in, his cock hitting Peter's prostate dead on. "Yes!" Peter screams, his head tilting back.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, sweet boy. All dressed up for me." Tony grunts, his eyes locked on Peter's face.

"All yours, all yours, only yours, only you get to see me like this." Peter rambles, his cock pulsing and aching.

"That's right," Tony says, leaning down and kissing Peter, his hand coming between them and tugging at the boy's lace covered cock.

Peter gasps, the lace adding a different sensation and he whimpers against Tony's lips. “Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” Peter pants out, gripping Tony’s back with a seriously strong amount of force. It should’ve hurt Tony, but he was too lost in the pleasure right now, he ask Peter to grip him as hard as possible.

"Cum, baby. Let go." Tony mumbles, his mouth trailing down Peter's neck, licking and sucking a mark, his thrusts speeding up.

"Tony!" Peter moans, his back arching as he releases.

Tony moans into Peter’s neck as he clenches tight around his cock. Tony bites hard on Peter’s neck as he speeds up the force and pace of his thrusting incredibly. Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the bite of Tony, along with the strongest and best orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life.

"Sir!" Peter gasps, his fingers raking down Tony's back, his cock spurting out ropes of white cum, the panties being covered and the wetness starting to soak through.

"Oh, fuck, god," Tony moans shakily, pulling back and watching as his boy orgasms. He grips the sheets and slams his hips into Peter, chasing his own orgasm.

Peter cries out and his legs lock around Tony's waist. Peter bites his bottom lip and grinds down as Tony fucks into him. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Tony grunts, his thrusts starting to stutter.

"Do it," Peter whispers. "Want your cum in me, wanna feel you for days."

"Peter," Tony growls, his cock swelling before his eyes squeeze shut tightly and he comes, his cum coating Peter's walls and filling him to the brim.

Peter moans at the hot liquid inside of him, and he can feel the sticky wetness seeping into his panties. “I love you.” Peter pants.

"God, I love you more," Tony breathes, slowly pulling out, both of them hissing at the loss.

Peter whimpers, his hole clenching and unclenching, not wanting to be empty.

"Let me clean you up, sweetheart," Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s forehead before getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.

"Mm, don't wanna take my panties off," Peter grumbles.

Tony chuckles from the bathroom, “Peter, baby, I’ll buy you the whole store. They’re dirty.”

"But they're cute." Peter pouts, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony smiles, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth. "I'll buy you new ones, okay?"

"Okay," Peter yawns.

"Here," Tony says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Open up, sweetie."

Peter spreads his legs, letting Tony clean the cum off his stomach and his hole.

Tony drops the washcloth and crawls up, kissing Peter's lips. Peter hums and smiles, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around Tony's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tony mumbles, pulling back and nuzzling his nose against Peter's.

"For what?" Peter giggles.

"For tonight. Best birthday ever." Tony grins, his eyes staring into the big brown eyes he fell in love with.

"I'm glad." Peter smiles, pecking Tony’s lips.

“Now, how about we get some sleep?” Tony smirks, stroking a hand over Peter’s cheek.

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Ship: Starker Rating: Nc-17 (E) Contains: Cockwarming, Technical exhibitionism, Casual use of toys, namecalling, daddy kink, begging, crying Words: 1739 Summary: "Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can't give you my full attention. You'll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company."

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Dedicated to @endgame-ironspider who sent to the Super Starkers Discord "cockwarming cockwarming cockwARMING COCKWARMING" at like 3 am one April night. This is the result. Hope you love it! unbeta'd, any mistakes are my own

The keys jingle in the front door when Peter turns the lock. The sound of the Scantron machine echoes in his head, the repetitive biting of the machine everywhere there's a missed answer. He gently places his backpack down on the bench in the foyer and walks upstairs. The smell of Tony's cologne lingers in the air mixed with the other smells ranging from cigarettes to gunpowder. Peter's head hurts. The stimulus from the world around him is too much, he needs his one solace -- he needs Tony.

He opens the door to their shared bedroom suite and fights the urge to collapse on the bed and wrap the duvets around himself. The older's t-shirt and jeans still lay on the floor next to the bed, a single remaining symbol of the nights before. He longs for that again. The solace that's found in the man's smell and warmth, the feeling of fullness that only he can provide. Peter's trance is broken, however, when he hears Tony's voice travelling from somewhere else in the house. He sounds stressed, anxious, and as though he's also longing for Peter. The younger's eyes flutter shut briefly, muscles threatening to give out at any moment. Instead of indulging his body's cries, he elects to open the drawer on the black chest of drawers underneath the mounted TV. Inside is most of the clothes Tony has selected for him when he feels like this. Soft silks, fluffy sweaters, worn through band tees that have been washed one too many times. He finds a black oversize t-shirt that hangs loose on Tony as well and lays it on the bed. The red flecks of a long-gone logo stare back at him as he strips off his t-shirt and jeans from school and changes into the shirt, not bothering to find a pair of pants before leaving the room.

Peter pads down the hallway, pausing momentarily at the foot of the staircase, nodding at Sam and Bucky guarding the door. The two nod back, permitting him upstairs. Not like their approval would have mattered either way. He hears the sound again, Tony's exasperated laugh coming from behind the large Macassar door. Peter decides it's unnecessary to knock and opens the door slowly. Tony is deep in conversation, brow furrowed at the two people sitting opposite his desk. He recognizes one instantly, Natasha Romanoff with her sub sat at her feet. The other, however, is a complete stranger.

Without a word, Tony glances at the boy and makes a slight come hither movement with his fingers which draws Peter in before he can think twice. He continues listening to the two people, as his young boyfriend sits on his lap and nuzzles into his neck, sighing with relief at the sudden dulling of his senses.

"What do you mean you can't do anything about it?!" Tony asks, ringed hand rising to wrap around the boy's hips, raising the shirt slightly and giving the two people opposite of him a view of the flower tattoo on Peter's thigh.

"I'm sorry, sir. We've tried everything," The unknown man speaks, trying desperately to not show his anxiety.

"Well, Mr Barton, I think we're done here. I advise you to leave before I lose my temper. Send Barnes in." Tony dismisses him with a wave of his left hand, sending the blonde man scurrying out of the room. He continues his conversation with Natasha as he slips his right hand underneath the shirt, fingers playing with the edge of the lace underwear Peter had selected last minute.

"Sir, I--" Natasha begins but stops when Tony raises his left hand and dismisses her.

As soon as she's standing, he turns his attention to the young boy on his lap. "Hi, baby boy. How was your day?"

"It was awful," Peter sighs, dropping his head back down onto the man's shoulder, "There was so much going on and so much to do, I was overwhelmed all day and there were so many sounds and stimuli and..."

"Shhhhh," Tony soothes, running his fingers under the hip band of the lacey panties, "You're away from there now. Would you like to relax? I know you've been missing being full all day."

"No, I haven't," Peter confesses, shifting his hips.

"No?" The man squints slightly, running his hand lower down, moving the undergarment out of the way and poking where the boy's hole should be. Instead of the feeling of skin against his fingertips, he feels the end of a smooth metal object. "Aww, baby, what's this?" Tony wraps his fingers around the end, pulling at it slightly, revelling in the wrecked sound that leaves Peter's mouth, hot breath against his ear.

"W-wanted to try it as stress relief while I was testing. Hoping that maybe it would trick my brain into thinking I was here with you? I even wore your favourite panties and polo to class, hoping it would work.

"And did it?"

"No. It just made me more desperate," Peter confesses, grinding down against the plug and whimpering pathetically.

"Want me to fix that?" Tony asks, removing his hand and unzipping his jeans.

"Please, daddy," Peter begs, whimpering and pressing kisses to the older's jaw. The man smiles, feeling merciful today. He touches the rim of the toy, pulling gently, revelling in the soft noise it makes when it fully is removed. He runs his free hand's fingers through Peter's hair as he opens the desk drawer and removes a small bottle of lube.

"You sure you want this, sweetheart? You know it won't be private. I need you to be okay with it. We can go downstairs if you aren't."

"It's okay, please just... I need it, Daddy, please. I have waited all day." Usually, it takes a lot to make Peter cry this early into sex, but currently, the tears streaming down his cheeks tell another story. "Please," he begs, shallow stuttering breaths ghosting Tony's neck.

"Alright, alright." He purrs, popping the cap of the tube and coating a few fingers. "Thank your lucky stars I'm feeling merciful today, baby boy." Peter whimpers desperately, and wriggles licking and biting at the column of Tony's neck, teeth touching just above the layered necklaces. "Fuck, sweetheart, you can't just decide to do that," Tony murmurs, moving his chin to see his hands. He spreads the lube over a few fingers and presses one to the boy's ass. "Ready sweetheart?"

"Fuck, yes. Please! You can do more than one, I'm stretched! I promise I can take it, Daddy, please just do it!" He presses down, trying to force the man's fingers inside and gasps out a whine when two fingers enter him.

"What a good boy you are," Tony purrs, pressing the third finger in alongside the other two. He begins spreading his fingers gently, revelling in the noises his boyfriend is letting escape.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck," Peter moans, eyes pinched shut and head resting on Tony's shoulder. "More. Please," The younger whimpers a few minutes later, "Please, give me more, daddy I need it."

"Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can't give you my full attention. You'll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company," Tony growls in the boy's ear, watching the notifications pop up on his starkpad. He's caught off guard by the punched-out sound the boy releases. "What was that baby? Do you like the idea of that? Wanna be my little toy and keep Daddy's cock warm while he works?"

The softest sound in the room feels like the loudest to Peter's ears as the zipper on tony's black chinos moves over each tooth. The man moves the boy's panties aside and presses the tip of his dick against Peter's stretched hole. Peter gasps, head lolling back as he sinks down onto his boyfriend. The younger fingers grasp at the back of Tony's leather jacket, whimpering under his breath at the feeling of fullness he's craved all day.

"Perfect little thing, aren't you?" Tony purrs, running his fingers through Peter's hair. "You're taking daddy's cock so perfectly. It's like you were... fuck... like you were made just for me." The younger whimpers into the man's ear as he sinks down further, taking Tony's cock deeper, "Aww, do you like that idea? Being made just for me? My own perfect little slut? Wishing I made you in the lab so that all you could be reduced to is a personal toy? A custom object I made just for my own pleasure?" Peter nods, wordlessly, trying to push further downward, but the discomfort stops him. Tony's voice softens instantly, "Woah woah woah! Hey, you may want to be a toy but you're not. You know better than to force it. I don't want you to be sore. C'mon, Peter, you're smarter than this. Slow down."

"Yes, Daddy. Sorry I got too eager." Peter whimpers. Tony picks up the bottle of lube and spreads more over the remaining length of his dick, slipping a finger in alongside the few inches connecting him to Peter. Tony groans softly, grabbing at his hips through the black shirt, helping the boy to steady himself as he takes more.

"It's alright, you're just a greedy baby. Already too cock-drunk to make smart decisions. All you can think about is getting Daddy's cock into your ass and nothing else. Just a desperate little slut. MY desperate little slut." Tony emphasizes the last sentence by running a finger against the vein on the underside of the boy's dick, revelling in the broke sob he receives in return. "Such a good boy aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy! Your good boy!" he whines as he fully seats himself on the man's cock. Peter whimpers, curling his head against Tony's shoulder.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need a minute before I call in my next client?" Tony runs his fingers down the younger's back, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

"'M good. You can do your work, sir." Peter hides, "I won't move, I'll be good. Are we covered?"

"Yes. If I pull up to the desk, then no one can see. It just looks like you're sleeping, baby. Just don't move."

"I won't. I'll be good for you."

"Alright. Bucky? Send in Scarlett." Tony nods at the man, wrapping an arm around his young boyfriend in his lap.

Hope you enjoyed it! Likes, comments, and shares are much appreciated! Thanks for reading!

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