Hi! I didn't ship Starker before but now i do and it's in big part thanks to you and your amazing writing skills!! 🤤😍 Can i give you a prompt? What are your thoughts on knotting + size!kink + praise!kink?
My thoughts are ohmygodyesineeditnow and also- your message is the sweetest thing ever, thank you gorgeous :) xxxx
There’s something fragrant in the air when Tony gets home. It’s sweet and floral and he sniffs, pleasantly surprised. It’s like someone’s brought in a huge vase of recently cut orchids, or scattered rose petals across the floor. There’s a tinge of samphire and greenery and lavender and for some reason, it makes his mouth salivate.
He’s never had such a reaction to flowers before.
He tugs off his suit jacket and heads for the kitchen. “Peter, baby?” He calls, surprised that his little omega isn’t strewn somewhere in this part of the penthouse. He pours himself some scotch. Maybe Peter’s somewhere else in Stark Tower, bothering Bruce down in biotech maybe.
He heads into the sunken living room, loosening his tie and frowns when he sees Peter’s college textbooks splayed out across the floor. Pencil lying next to what looks like a half-finished sentence. He looks around the penthouse a little more critically, looking for anything out of place. He spots a glass of water knocked over on the coffee table and gets a little more agitated.
“Peter?” He calls again, louder this time, and heads to their bedroom. Maybe he’s fallen asleep or something- yeah, that’s probably it, it’s nothing to worry about, but still, he walks with purpose to the bedroom and pushes open the door and-
The fragrance is all-consuming. Honeysuckle and violets and hydrangeas swim around his senses as he stares; awed, at the sight of Peter writhing on their bed. He’s- god, he’s presenting- his ass up in the air and his face pressed to the side in a silk pillow, hair a fluffy mess of dissarray, a few strands sticking with sweat to his forehead.
He’s got two fingers buried inside himself, and he’s slick and shiny and ready and he’s whimpering and Peter growls deep and dangerous and Alpha.
“Daddy?” Peter chokes at the sound, craning his neck a little and arching his back further into a perfect bow, “Daddy, daddy please…” he babbles a little deliriously, breath hitching, “I need you- I need you, daddy, please, I’m so empty-”
Tony’s already unbuckling his belt. He can’t take his eyes off the sight before him; he’s enraptured at that tiny little hole clenching greedily around Peter’s tiny omega fingers. “It’s your heat, baby,” he whispers, “it’s early. Why didn’t you call, I would have-”
“I didn’t wanna disturb you,” he pants.
Tony pulls off his shirt and joins his deliciously naked omega on the bed, kneeling behind him and grinding once against that slick hole. The smell is unbelievable and he leans down, covering his tiny, quivering boy’s back with his broad, muscular chest and breathing him in at the neck. Peter shudders with the contact; prickled and oversensitive and keening for more. “What a fucking perfect little omega you are,” Tony growls, scraping his teeth along the mating bite and Peter tosses his head back to give him better access.
“Yours- yours-” he chokes and Tony nods, kissing his boy and crooning sweet words as he pushes Peter’s fingers away from his hole.
“Hold yourself open for me, baby yeah, your tiny little fingers aren’t enough for that greedy hole.”
Peter scrambles to obey, and then he’s holding his cheeks as wide apart as he can, canting his hips up and spreading his legs even further because that’s how fucking precious he is. Tony grits his teeth at the sight and he drags the scruff of his beard down Peter’s spine as he goes to take a better look. Peter’s ass is higher up into the air now, his arms unable to support him and his face smooshes into the bed as he gasps with want. “Daddy,” he whines desperately when Tony doesn’t do anything but look.
The alpha chuckles, dragging one of his large, thick fingers across Peter’s hole and watching as the boy pushes back to try and get it to penetrate him. Tony keeps it light and teasing. “Such a perfect boy for me, aren’t you? So good for daddy.”
The praise seems to soak into Peter’s skin and he nods his head as tears prick in his eyes. “Your boy.” He whimpers and Tony presses a kiss to his hip, rewarding him by sliding in one thick finger.
Jesus, the heat is incredible. He’s so tight and he’s so- “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. You’re all wet for daddy, just soaked back here,”
Peter sobs a little, squeezing around Tony’s finger and begging for more. “Is that- is that good for you, daddy?” He gasps and Tony chuckles again.
“It’s perfect for me, baby. You’re always perfect for me, perfect little omega for your Alpha, cunt all wet and ready for my cock, is that what you want? Does your little cunt need me?”
“Yes, yes, I want it- I want it,” Peter keens, rocking back onto Tony’s finger, fucking himself on it in sinuous rolling movements of his hips like a perfect cockslut. “I want daddy’s big cock, please, I need it. I need it, I want it, I want,”
“Greedy boy,” Tony murmurs lovingly, pushing in another finger and stretching a little as Peter wails in bliss. Tony is rock hard but he’s going to fucking treasure this because Peter’s heat only comes once every three months and his heat is the only time he can take the girth of Tony’s cock; the only time that tight little hole will open enough- just enough- for Tony to pop his knot in and lock deep inside his boy for hours. There’s nothing like the feeling. Nothing in the world. “You want your alpha’s big cock, huh? His knot?” He teases his thumb along the rim as Peter takes his two fingers beautifully.
He’s still holding his cheeks apart, because he’s such a good boy, and he nods as best he can. “Need it. Love daddy’s big cock. Want my alpha’s big cock inside me, please, I’m yours, your omega, I’m a good boy,” he pleads, voice sweet and high pitches and he is, he really is.
Tony can’t resist, pulling his fingers out he leans down and licks a flat, wide stripe across Peter’s hole.
The boy screams with desire, body jerking at the sensation and openly weeping as Tony working on loosening that little rose bud with this tongue. He tastes like nectar and freshness and Tony rumbles happily that this ripe boy is his.
When he can’t wait any longer, and Peter’s taking three fingers and falling apart like a darling, he gets back on his knees and bats Peter’s hands out of the way. They fall onto the bed limply, strained from holding the position so long. “Okay, baby, you ready for daddy?”
Peter sniffles, pushing back feebly but unable to break Tony’s strong hold around his waist.
He presses his head to Peter’s hole, just kissing it lightly and it’s fucking obscene. His dick is dark and angry and enormous and Peter’s hole is flushed the lightest pink, so small and innocent looking.
Peter wails, clawing at the bed sheets and begging Tony for more. Tony can’t look away. He strokes a hand down Peter’s trembling, sweat-slicked flank but can’t look away from how that tiny little hole stretches to hold his enormous cock. He has to push hard, nudging his hips forward before the head pops in and he ends up biting his lip so hard he can taste blood at the sensation. Peter is so fucking tight, his head is so sensitive to the heat of those slick soaked walls and Peter is regaining use of his arms, propping himself up and rocking back right onto Tony’s dick desperate for more-
Tony only just manages to stop him before he succeeds, catching Peter’s hips in his huge hands as he stills the boy.
“No,” Peter cries, “more. Need more, so big. So good.”
“Wait, baby.” Tony admonishes gently, trying to catch his breath. “Give me a second.”
“Need it,” Peter hiccups, trying in vain to impale himself further. “Need it, need it-”
Tony can’t deny him, and with a slow, gorgeous drag, he pushes in the rest of the way, unrelenting and steady until his balls are flush with Peter’s plump, round cheeks.
The boy looks like the cat who got the cream, he’s drooling a little and wiggling his hips like a minx as he feels Tony inside him. “So good, daddy,” he slurs, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, “feel so full. You’re so big, so good, feel all stretched out, it hurts so good.”
The alpha in Tony growls happily, pleased at its prowess and the sight of such a beautiful, contented mate. He pulls out a little, that glorious hole contracting viciously around him like it doesn’t want him to go and Peter whimpers in displeasure as his alpha retreats, but Tony has to- he has to see the way that hole swallows him up as he pushes back in.
Fucking greedy and desperate for him. It’s stretched obscenely, the rim all red and wet and fuck, he slams in roughly, and Peter yelps, elbows buckling as he sinks into the mattress.
Tony fucks him like a bull, brutal and merciless and he’s enchanted with Peter’s docile pliancy and as he reaches a hand underneath the boy to feel that he’s already cum, leaving a sticky wetness against his stomach. He fondles the tiny, omega cock and balls. They fit neatly, cutely, into his palm. “You already cum, baby?” He pants harshly, slamming in and out as Peter fucking purrs, preening below him- satisfied beyond belief at his virile, raging, strong alpha. “You cum on your alpha’s cock?”
He’s lazily grinding into Tony’s every thrust and he nods. “Always cum on daddy’s cock.” He sighs happily.
Tony pulls out, flipping the boy over so he can see that gorgeous chest and those hazy brown eyes. Peter smiles up at him, looking fucking adorable and fucked out. The sight of his hairless little omega, at the sticky residue glistening on his stomach, and his tiny little cock compared to Tony’s huge one, the pale cream skin next to the dark tanned muscle of Tony is enough to send him into overdrive.
He ploughs in harder and harder until he feels his knot start forming- catching on the rim of Peter’s hole every time.
The omega feels it too, and his little cock gets hard as he mewls pathetically, clawing at Tony’s shoulders as his legs tie around his waist. “Your knot,” Peter gasps, tossing his head from side to side as he’s overcome with fresh desire, “your knot, I need it- I need your knot, alpha, fill me up, please, please-”
It’s a real thing of beauty, to watch that abused hole finally stretch enough for Tony’s knot to sink the whole way in. Peter cums the second it does, perfect and untouched and mouth open in a soundless scream, and they’re locked together and he starts crying again as their bond sings between them.
Tony cums too- burying his head into Peter’s neck and biting hard as that perfect little hole milks his knot viciously; clenching down around it almost bruisingly tight as it sucks every last drop of cum out of him. He’s so fucking hot, so fucking turned on as he erupts deep inside his boy. It goes on for what feels like forever, and he grunts and moans with oversensitivity because Peter’s hole is still slurping him up like it won’t ever get enough.
It’ll be a long while yet before they can separate though.
He manoeuvres them as gently as he can so they’re both lying down, Peter whimpering at how his hole twitches and aches but Tony just holds him close and peppers kisses all over his lax face. “My perfect, perfect, boy,” he whispers approvingly.
Peter nuzzles into him, and his hole squeezes Tony’s knot again- almost lovingly.
