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god i love brats who break easily when theyre being teased or embarassed. they try to act stubborn and try to get what they want when they want it but then all you have to do is laugh and say “aw poor baby… youre so wet for me, arent you?” and they get so flustered and desperate because god they just want to be fucked
Peter Parker
Okay, but what about Alpha cop Tony busting into what he was told is a kidnapping of an omega, Peter Parker, that had been missing for almost three months now
He finds the omega on the floor, unconscious and beaten within an inch of his life, blood all over his naked, limp body and pooling underneath him
The alpha who’s done this is out, and Tony knows because he checked the whole house before he let himself go to Peter
Peter’s breathing is shallow but there, and that’s enough for Tony
He calls medical but he picks Peter up carefully and brings him to the bathroom, where he starts a bath for the omega to try and clean up some of the blood that is now staining his arms and uniform
As soon as he sets Peter into the water, it turns pink, and the blood just slides right off of him. It makes Tony feel sick because he knows it’s fresh. It didn’t even have time to dry.
Tony finds a rag and he takes his time washing Peter, cradling his head in his hand so it doesn’t rest on the hard tub or knock around.
At some point Tony gets to Peter’s thighs, and when they’re clean, he finds bite marks on the soft flesh, and he gets pissed. He can’t imagine hurting an omega at all, never mind leaving a mark of abuse on their skin. And Peter looks so small, so weak and defenseless that it breaks Tony’s heart to think of what he’s been through
After finding the bites, Peter wakes up, and before his eyes even open he’s whimpering and flinching away from Tony, tiny pleas falling from his busted lips even though Tony isn’t doing anything to hurt him
And Tony soothes him gently, and when Peter opens his eyes and finds Tony there, he relaxes just a fraction. It’s enough that Tony feels comfortable enough to continue cleaning the omega
Tony talks to him while he works, telling Peter who he is and what he’s doing. He doesn’t linger in Peter’s more intimate areas more than what is necessary, and the omega seems to relax more when he’s assured that Tony isn’t going to hurt him
Still, he struggles to breathe, and Tony knows he must be in a lot of pain with all the bruising. He wouldn’t be surprised to find that the other has broken bone
In the distance, sirens wail, and Tony tries to go faster without hurting or scaring Peter, just wanting to get him at least some boxers before a bunch of people show up. He’s sure the omega isn’t wanting to show himself off to everyone
By the time the ambulance arrives, Peter is caged in Tony’s arms, against his strong chest, a blanket wrapped loosely around his shivering body, and much too big boxers pooling around his hips.
Tony reluctantly lets the boy be taken from his arms and whisked away in the ambulance, and he tries to put his mind to rest by figuring out where the brute who did this went to
He tries, and fails, to stop thinking about how tiny Peter was in his arms, and how much Tony liked watching over him. It made the alpha inside of him preen with how well he took care of the omega
So when Peter is discharged from the hospital two weeks later with a broken wrist and multiple broken ribs and no place to go, Tony offers to take him in
His apartment is messy and small, but Peter doesn’t seem to mind when Tony gives him his own room and takes a week off work to let Peter get settled in
The omega is timid at first, as Tony expected him to, but gradually he gets used to Tony making him lunch, curling up on the couch with Tony as they watch TV or a movie, and cooking dinner together with Tony in the evening. The alpha is a perfect gentleman, never touching him when he doesn’t want to, giving him space when he needs it, and never asking him to do anything he doesn’t want to
And when Tony goes back to work, he worries about the omega still at home. He hopes that the other is okay, even though Peter has been given a phone with his number programmed to call in case of an emergency. Tony keeps his phone on full volume for almost a month just in case Peter needs to call him
But what Tony isn’t expecting is to come home in the evenings to find dinner on the table, still warm and smelling delicious. Or the apartment to be spotless, all the blankets folded nicely and the dishes washed and put away. And he sure isn’t used to having someone to talk to
Peter is smart, way smarter than most omegas are, and it makes Tony’s heart beat faster. He and Peter talk almost all the time they’re together, about anything and everything. Tony buys Peter science books when he admits he likes them, and then a tablet and a laptop so he can do his own research and learn whatever he wants.
The smile Peter gives him makes his knees go weak
As time passes, Tony falls fast for the omega staying with him, but he’s scared that Peter doesn’t want him, or that he’s too scared of what he’s been through to allow Tony in. They still haven’t really talked about what happened in those three months Peter was gone, but Tony doesn’t want to push the other. Peter appreciates it more than Tony will ever know
So when he wakes up in the middle of the night to Peter screaming from his room, he doesn’t hesitate to rush into the room and take the omega into his arms, ignoring the sobs coming from the boy. He rocks Peter and pets his hair back and does everything he can think of until Peter calms down and just slumps against Tony’s strong chest
Tony hopes that Peter can’t hear how fast his heart is beating, or knows how much he wants to kiss Peter in this moment and assure him that things will be alright.
And as much as Tony wants to tell Peter he loves him, he keeps his mouth shut because the last thing he wants is to scare Peter away when he’s still healing. He can keep his feelings in check if it means that Peter never has to leave his arms.
Cute. If you write more pls tag me
On a side note I want more of Peter sucking his own dick because he can
i want to take someone soft and innocent and turn them into a drooling fucked-out mess on my tongue and cock. i want to replace their pure thoughts with nothing but the need for more and more pleasure. i want them to come crawling to me and beg for it because they can’t focus on anything else.
Peter Parker for literally any of his daddies—Tony Stark, Steve Rogers or James Barnes.
This might not be too good but I wanted to write this so badly because holy shit this post is really Peter and his daddies
It’s been only a month since Tony and Peter have been together. Before it happened, Peter was just an innocent boy. He was a very smart and polite boy who was always shy around Tony. He was babbling and stammering and blushing all the time, he felt incredibly uncomfortable when Tony told him a dirty joke or when Tony touched him. He was the purest little thing Tony has ever seen.
The key word is ’was’. Because since they’re dating, since they have sex, Tony absolutely ruined Peter.
The first time they had sex Peter was still a bit shy, but after some time he let himself enjoy it. The soft sounds he let out were gorgeous and Tony loved them. But they can’t be compared to those sounds…
Because after they started having sex multiple times a day, Peter started getting dirtier and dirtier. He couldn’t focus on his studies if he didn’t have Tony’s cock inside him, he couldn’t even think straight. All he wanted was Tony’s big dick back in his hole. After some time Peter was just unable to do or say anything unless he was being fucked. Every day he was on his knees in front of Tony, begging to be fucked. And while he was getting fucked, he let out the dirtiest sounds ever. They made him sound like a desperate whore. But he didn’t care as long as he had Tony’s cock inside him.
Tony was so proud of himself. Every time when he was done fucking the boy, he looked over his little fucked out body. Peter’s face was wet from tears, drool was dripping down his chin. His lips swollen from biting them and his voice hoarse from screaming so loudly and from Tony fucking his mouth too deeply. His hair was tousled up. Red marks around his neck from Tony’s hand. His nipples hard and red because of how hard Tony bit them and pinched them. On his hips he had bruises in the shape of thick fingers. His ass was red from spanking and his hole gaping, dripping from Tony’s cum. The boy’s legs were still shaking from how hard he came and he had bitmarks all over his inner thigh. His little cock was resting against his stomach in a pool of cum.
“Thank you Daddy.” Peter said with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Anything for my cockslut.” Tony leaned down and pressed a kiss to Peter’s sweaty forehead. “Come, let’s take a bath together baby.” the man pulled Peter into his arms, picked him up bridal style and carried him to the bathroom.
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@reniisbooks This one captured my imagination. I hope you enjoy! I’ve posted the full 5.9k story on my AO3 here:
The Darkness In Me
warning: dubious consent
everyone’s 18 or older
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There have been a few (read: many) times in Tony’s life when he’s known he was fucked. Now, looking into his own eyes, ice-blue and devoid of empathy, he feels a great surge of nostalgia for those good old days.
Every inch of his body hurts. The fight was quick and brutal and now he’s tied up, legs spread, sitting up against the headboard of his own bed with his arms splayed out to either side.
Well. If being shibari’d to his own bed by his evil twin doesn’t say something about lifestyle choices, he isn’t sure what does.
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excuse me sir?? SIR????
Tony can’t catch his breath, his head bowed, forehead pressed to Peter’s back, the clear imprints of his hands a deep and blotchy crimson over his boy’s ass; they’ll surely leave beautiful bruises, dark against the pale skin, visible evidence of his boy’s utter trust in him.
“Baby,” he pants softly, reverently, as he pushes himself upright, withdrawing carefully from his boy’s used body, a thick trail of semen slipping out after, and Tony finds himself wishing he can get hard again, fuck back into the reddened hole, sloppy and wet and perfect because it’s Peter. Another time, perhaps, when Tony isn’t exhausted and Peter can handle it; Tony’s put him through his paces tonight. There’s a quiet whimper, a discomforted noise, as Tony shifts to the side, swiping a gentle hand down the sweat-slick back. “You were so good, sweetheart.” He pets back the damp strands of hair from Peter’s forehead, caresses a cheek wet with tears. Peter’s brow smooths, the small frown disappearing at the gentle praise. “You took everything Daddy gave you and more. I’m so proud of you.”
Whiskey-colored eyes open, the flecks of lighter brown sprinkled in looking like drops of honey in the soft glow of the sunset through their balcony windows; Tony thinks he can look into those eyes for hours and still not get enough of them, of the trust and honesty and love filling them as they stare back at Tony. (Tony had been so certain, so sure, that all of that love and trust would disappear when he showed Peter his most carnal desires, when he wanted to hurt Peter, but… but they hadn’t, had - in fact - only intensified, and Tony- Tony never feels more at a loss than when he sees that, when Peter finds every way to show him.)
“I did good?” Peter’s voice is rough, scratchy with use - screams, moans, pleas - and Tony’s heart hurts with the sheer amount of affection he feels for this beautiful boy, this precious creature who had spiraled his way into Tony’s heart the first day they’d met, Peter’s eyes wide and gorgeous as he’d repeatedly apologized for running into him, for the iced coffee on his suit.
“You did so well, sweetheart.” For all that Peter is more confident, has grown more comfortable in his own skin and his place in Tony’s life, he’s always vulnerable after a scene like tonight’s, his unfocused gaze showing he’s still a little lost, relying on Tony to reassure him, to make decisions for him and take care of him; it’s the most important job Tony has ever taken on, and he’s doing his best not to fail. (Luckily, his success rate at most things is phenomenal.) “Daddy’s lucky to have such a perfect boy.” He reaches back, blindly feeling around for the cooling gel and bottle of water he’d placed on the nightstand earlier. Peter whimpers, buries his face in the sheet as Tony lightly spreads the gel, massages the burning hot skin, then sighs, soft and dreamy, as it begins to soothe. “Drink, baby.” He urges Peter to lift his head slowly tipping the water through the younger man’s parted lips until half the bottle is gone.
Peter makes a soft noise, his arm dragging slowly upward, fingers curling in as he reaches for Tony, who immediately moves closer, moves Peter’s pliant body to rest against his side, half-on Tony’s chest and half-off, doing his best to keep the overly-sensitized skin of Peter’s ass from touching anything. Peter mumbles out a hoarse, “Daddy,” and Tony presses a kiss to the crown of Peter’s head.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Love you a lot.” The words are barely there, Peter already half-asleep, but they shine like a beacon of light in the darkness for Tony, a promise of safety and home.
Fingers threading through damp curls, Tony offers another kiss, this time to Peter’s forehead, and says, soft and low, wary of breaking the silence with anything louder than the quiet half-snores from his boy, “I love you, too.”
Do you know any good non-con starker fics?
oh BOY do i!!!!!!!!!!!! in no particular order:
Craving Control - nice somnophilia in ch 1, rough dubcon in ch2
Ransom - gorgeous short piece with prince!peter and bandit!tony
Raw - seriously hot stealthing by @rubberupandshutup
The Game - one of the best depraved fic by the incredible @send-me-hcs
I Warned You Boy, This Isn’t Your Game to Play - THIS ISN’T STARKER BUT this is some seriously amazing Spideyvulture which i had to include because it is a CRIMINALLY underrated ship
just a little more - delicious somnophilia by @airebellah
There’s a Devil Inside All of Us - truly fucked up teacher/student with violent noncon, my bookmark notes say “be sure ur in a good place” but also “hot” so 😂
Care Less - a dark somnophilia and;;
i can hear (violins, violins) - the incredible follow-up sequel by @sbiderslut. Seriously good, really heavy emotional whump, definitely be in a good place if you dive into this but it’s totally absolutely worth it.
And i’ll also take this moment for a few shameless plugs of my own 😂
Lightless miles, miles and miles - aka my truck stop AU that i’m DEFINITELY working on and DEFINITELY ready to update with
Treasure for the taking - Starker rapeplay!
Thank you for the mention!! 🤭☺️
Oh & before I go uhhhhh Full Offense but people saying Tony got his ass handed to him in CW are literally Laughably Incorrect I mean. Have you Literally Seen Tony Working In Any Other Movies Ever.
Yall…..really think ….. Tony wanted them dead….when he had 19900 chances to kill both of them and took Exactly 0. He could have just blown the bunker. Could have used those ^ shoulder missiles.
Could have just cut straight fuckin through them like he did to 40+ drones.
Homeboy got an arsenal that can send a God into submission And Yet the debate over whether tony was going in for the kill is still and issue?
Hell. We even have footage of him POINTING HIS MISSILES AT BUCKY AND THEN SHOOTING THE DOOR INSTEAD.
I’m not even gonna explain this y'all know how easy a snapped neck would be here.
And even here - putting his hands over his own face bc he thinks Steve is gonna try and kill him- He DOES NOT FIRE his clearly live repulsors. TONY STARK WAS HOLDING BACK THROUGHOUT THAT ENTIRE FIGHT! He did not ‘get his ass handed to him’. My mans served his own heavily traumatised ass up on a platter and said ‘here dudes lemme even the playing field a lil bit for u’. WAKE UP AMERICA!!!!!!!
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HOT CUTE DAMN
spider-man: far from home, (2019)
Evil Boy
Purely self-indulgent biker Bucky x Peter smut, inspired by watching too much Sons of Anarchy :)
Beautiful moodboard to go with this fic here
“This is some next level shit,” snapped Bucky, eyes narrowing. “I don’t know how many times we have to tell you that we don’t peddle drugs in our town until you get it through your thick fucking skull.”
Rumlow, stood opposite, bristled, and Bucky smirked, exhaling smoke from the corner of his mouth, a twinkle in his eye that just dared the man to take a swing, to say something out of line.
“We’re not pushing drugs,” the man said eventually. “We have a lucrative underground business. They’re not on your streets, Barnes.”
“Bullshit,” Bucky replied easily, and he was dimly aware of Steve snorting in the background. “You’ve been pushing your shit on high-schoolers.”
Bucky moved a hand to run his fingers through his messy hair, an excuse to show off the brass knuckles on his left hand that he was well known for being unafraid to use, more than willing to get his hands dirty whilst his men stood in the background, impassive, and watched, making no move to goad, but no move to stop. No one wanted to take a beating from Bucky Barnes.
“It’s not our problem if kids get their filthy paws on our produce,” Rumlow said eventually, after turning a few shades paler under Bucky’s steely glare that just begged him to try something. “We don’t sell to none of them.”
Bucky sighed, a mock, heavy sigh of disappointment, shaking his head theatrically. Steve snorted again. Bucky paused, lighting up another cigarette, inhaling deeply, letting the men opposite him stew over what had just been said.
“I hate it when people lie to me,” Bucky said, after a while, a chill about his tone. “Tony, don’t I hate it when people lie to me?”
“Hates it,” Tony echoed from where he was leaning against his bike, cleaning under his fingernails with a penknife. “Beat the shit out of him, call him a fag, deface his bike, do whatever, but don’t lie to the man.”
“Barnes, I don’t know where you’re getting your faulty info from, but-“
“Faulty info?” A soft, deceptively gentle voice interrupted their exchange, and all eyes snapped towards the young man who had previously gone unnoticed by Rumlow and his crew, perched on the saddle of Bucky’s bike. “My info is never faulty, Rumlow, you of all people should know that.”
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Hhhnnnnngggg
Some peterpeppertony Filth
(I saw the ask for a fic that had pep watching her two boys and I couldn’t resist ;) )
Pepper didn’t know of heaven was real, but shit, this seals the deal. The red head say back with a few buttons popped on her blouse and a drink in hand as she watched her husband go down on their boy. Peter squealed as he felt Tony ram into him with an incredible pace and was shoved deeper into the mattress by strong hands. “He’s taking me so well Pep” Tony purred “Look how good our little slut is being for us~”.
Pepper hummed “He sure is. Peter, look at mommy” she said with a quick tongue click to get his attention.
Peters head flew up and looked at pepper with puffy red eyes “Y-Yeah mama?” the boy said in a shaky tone as he tried to swallow his moans.
“Do you think you’ve earned a treat from mama and daddy? I was told you were being such a good boy in the lab today~” Pepper purred as she got up from her seat and made her way over to the two and grabbed Peters chin, tilting it up.
“ah…nngh! P-Please mama~” the boy begged as he felt Tony’s grip tighten on him as his hips snapped forward harder and made the boy begin to see stars.
“Wanna be a good boy and eat mamas pussy baby? She’s missed you real bad” Tony growled as he grabbed Peters hair and tugged him back to make space on the bed for pepper to join the two. Pepper slid her pants off slowly and smirked at Peters wide doe eyes as her fingers inched near the band of her panties. She slid them off slowly, exposing more and more skin each second.
Peter groaned and bit his lip “Pleasepleaseplease” he begged as he settled himself between peppers thighs. The boy felt a hand in his hair slowly raking its fingers forwards and back. Peter have a small lick to his mommy’s clit, earning a hitch in peppers breath. Peter began to gain more confidence and ate pepper like she was his last meal on earth.
Pepper bit her lip and pushed Peters head deeper as the boy sucked on her clit “Good boy Peter, get mommy off just like that~” she moaned as he head tipped back. “What a good, obedient boy we have, huh daddy?” She asked as she looked at Tony with lust filled eyes.
Tony smirked and slowed down his thrusts so he could go deeper “Sure is, gotta make sure baby gets well fed” he teased as he leaned down to but his chin on Peters shoulder “Such a good little slut. There it is, ear mommy’s pussy just like that” he growled.
Peter whined at the praise and pushed his hips back, he looked up at Pepper with puppy eyes as he continues to tongue fuck his mommy “fuck mama~” he groaned as he felt himself get closer.
Pepper bit her lip “So close baby~” she whined as her thighs squeezed around Peters head. “F-Fuck!” Pepper moaned as she arched into Peters mouth and bucked her hips upwards “Good boy~ ah- good boy for mommy” she stuttered.
Tony smirked and pulled Peter back “Look how good you make us feel baby~ such a good boy” he praised. Peter squirmed and rolled his hips back into Tony’s. Tony grabbed the boy and kept him still “ah ah, Daddy still needs to use his fuck toy. I saw you try to slip a few fingers in while you were showering earlier, you can wait a little bit for daddy huh?”. Fuck, pepper was gonna have a long night.
This is exactly what my soul needed 🌈💖
Human statue au headcanons
Idk, this one is weird as shit and I can’t think of a better title lmao
Warnings: Underage, technically dubcon? (but everything’s consensual) ((yeah I’m surprised too))
Thousands and thousands of years ago in Italy, there was an infamous Casanova named Anthony Stark. He was known by everyone for three things: his abundant wealth, his genius, and his insatiable lust.
One day, he charmed a young woman and took her to bed, giving her a night of passionate lovemaking before tossing her out the next morning like a used napkin. Scorned, the woman revealed her true identity - the fabled Scarlet Witch - and cursed Anthony for his lust.
She turned the beautiful and lustful Anthony to marble, trapped forever in the state that he was best known for, to punish him for his sins. He became a statue, sitting on an elegant throne, his legs spread, his cock hard and upright, his lips slightly parted. “You believe you are God’s gift to humanity - that everyone who looks upon you desires you. Well, the next time someone desires you enough to have you as you are now, my spell will be broken.”
For thousands of years, Tony is trapped as a marble statue, still able to feel, but unable to move or speak. He’s stuck in a state of permanent lust, able to feel whenever someone touches him, but unable to touch himself. If only someone were to touch him enough to allow him to come, the spell would be broken; but while many people do fondle him over the centuries, no one ever touches him long enough to make that happen.
He becomes an exhibit in an upscale European museum, a tourist attraction for people all over the world. Tony learns a lot about the modern world from the people who come by every day - languages, cultures, technological advances. He’s entertained by thousands of adoring spectators every day, but his lust never abates or wanes.
And then, one day, a group of students from America visits the museum. Some of the boys joke and jeer about Tony’s exposed cock and large, swollen testacles on display, but one boy - an absolutely gorgeous, wide-eyed little thing - stands in front of Tony’s statue and gazes up at him like he’s a god. Tony doesn’t miss the way the boy’s dark eyes linger on his chest, his marble robe hanging open, his muscular lap just waiting for someone to sit in it - and of course his large, erect cock, forever encased in the perfect position to be ridden, his balls sitting heavy and aching underneath it with thousands of years worth of come just waiting to burst forth.
Come to me, Tony thinks, desperately, trying to urge the boy to touch him even though he’s never been able to reach out to anyone else before. Come to me, lay your hands on me, I can be yours. The boy is so beautiful, Tony thinks he could come from even the slightest touch. But the museum has strict rules about visitors staying behind the velvet ropes and not touching the attractions, and the boy - Peter, Tony learns, when his friends tease him for staring, insisting they’ll be back again tomorrow so he’ll move long - is polite and respectful and keeps his distance, even though he’s staring at Tony’s cock like it’s making his mouth water.
If Tony could cry, he would as he watches the boy walk away. Thousands of years and he finally meets someone who seems infatuated enough with him to want to touch him, and he’s trapped in this prison, where no one is allowed to. As the museum closes and the lights go dark, Tony resigns himself to yet another long night in darkness with his achingly-hard cock throbbing, when he sees a flash of white light coming down the hallway.
He can’t turn his head to look, so he has to wait until the figure stops in front of him to see who it is. It’s the boy…Peter. He’s holding his phone up like a flashlight, but he sets it down on the platform Tony’s throne is resting on so that the light pours over Tony’s figure, brightening the dark room. The boy looks pale and anxious in the residual light, and Tony realizes he must have snuck in. But why? For him? …Could it really be?
Tony almost doesn’t dare to hope, but it’s not like he can do anything either way. He waits and watches, observing the boy’s soft, angelic face, his curious expression, his wide-eyed shyness as he slips under the velvet rope and climbs onto the platform. Tony’s cock aches painfully as the boy kneels between his legs, gently running his hands up his marble calves to his thighs.
Please, Tony mentally begs, his mind screaming into the void. Please, at last, please touch me. Peter trails his hands delicately up the inside of Tony’s leg, slow and curious, just a teenage virgin exploring the another person’s body for the first time, without the awkwardness of social interaction. Peter touches him like the work of art he’s become; like the priceless artifact he is, like he’s scared to leave a mark.
Tony’s thoughts turn to a symphony of desperate pleas and groans as the kid lightly runs his fingers across his swollen balls, squeezing them gently, like he’s trying to figure out how he was carved. He does the same to his cock - his hand so small, it can’t even wrap around it all the way - stroking him lightly up and down and tracing the exquisite detail of it reverently. It’s torture being touched so softly, but if Tony could cry with relief he would.
And then - to his shock and joy - Peter leans up and drags his tongue up the underside of Tony’s magnificent cock, tonguing it delicately, lapping at the tip and dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. It’s the most pleasure Tony’s ever felt, he almost comes right there - but Peter’s ministrations are so gentle and experimental that it’s not quite enough. It’s clear to Tony that this is just a boy, using an inanimate object to explore his sexuality, and not a worshipper of him trying to make him come.
The boy sucks at his tip, rolling the head of his cock against the inside of his cheek, getting a feel for the shape and size. Tony tries to tense, but of course he can’t move, even though his body aches from the tension in his muscles. Peter suckles on his cock like Tony is a lifeless sextoy for his oral fixation, and there’s nothing Tony can do about it.
Once Peter’s saliva has run down and coated every inch of his marble cock, the boy pulls back and rests his forehead against Tony’s thigh, panting heavily. He reaches behind himself and eases his jeans down, pulling them off completely before taking his own cock in one hand, the other slipping between his cheeks to toy with his hole. He pants and moans and whines against the base of Tony’s cock as he preps himself, and Tony can feel the phantom pull of his cock twitching desperately.
It doesn’t take long - apparently the boy is too eager, or too scared of being caught - for him to shakily stand and climb into Tony’s lap. His slight weight is absolute euphoria in Tony’s lap, like they were made to fit together by some cosmic force. Peter straddles his thighs and timidly wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, peering up at his face, red-cheeked and wide-eyed and in love.
Kiss me, Tony thinks, pleading, but the boy buries his face in Tony’s neck and lifts himself up slightly to rub Tony’s cock against his ass instead.
The boy rocks back and forth against his cock, letting it slip between his cheeks and teasingly catch on his rim. Tony’s thoughts are just gibberish at this point, so desperate to finally come that his mind is starting to shut down.
But he’s slapped into reality when Peter finally sinks down on his cock, burying the head inside of him and then stopping, panting into Tony’s neck, and slowly sinking down a little more, taking him inch by inch. The little gasps and mewls he’s making are heaven to Tony’s ears - he would trade every orgasm he’s ever had in his life for more of those delicious sounds.
This is it, he finally thinks, his soul crying tears of relief. Peter starts shyly bouncing on his dick, up and down, a little faster every few thrusts, and Tony feels his orgasm fast approaching - this is it. He’s finally going to come. He’s going to be free.
But then Peter’s hips sputter and he cries out and comes all over Tony’s marble chest, too soon, bouncing gracelessly until he stops, collapsing against Tony’s torso and heaving in gulps of breath.
No, no no no- Tony thinks, mind screaming. He was so close - he can’t stop now, he was almost there - Please, Peter, I need you–I need you-
Peter clenches around him, warm and wet and snug around his cock, and sleepily lifts his head to peer into Tony’s marble eyes. The boy’s cheeks flush, his eyes half-lidded and tired, but he briefly tightens his loose grip around Tony’s neck and leans up, pressing his lips against Tony’s slightly-parted ones. It’s such a soft kiss - so shy, so inexperienced - the briefest moment of contact, and the tip of Peter’s tongue curiously flicks into Tony’s mouth - and then Tony’s surging forward, wrapping his arms around the boy and crushing him to his chest as he swallows his gasp of surprise, his hips jackhammering upward, riding out the waves of his orgasm as he comes, far too much, fucking the shocked boy brutally as he pumps him full of more come than he’s ever shot in his entire life.
They fall off the platform, Tony barely managing to cradle Peter’s head so it doesn’t hit the floor as he crushes him against it. “You’re- you- what– ” Peter stammers, utterly confused, but Tony’s still inside him and still coming and still hard, so he kisses the boy hungrily and fucks him, desperate and brutal, slamming into his tight little hole and fucking every drop of come inside of him, until he’s spent.
Peter moans and writhes underneath him, overstimulated tears running down his face. Tony kisses him everywhere, lips trailing every inch of him - he’s in love. He’s never been in love before, but he knows this is it. “You freed me,” he says, panting, worshipping, kissing the words into the boy’s skin. “I’m yours. I am yours forever.”
Panting, Peter gazes up at him dazedly, his little body shivering from the overstimulation. He shyly wraps his arms around Tony’s neck again, face reddening, and pulls him down for another kiss. So sleepy and pliant after their lovemaking, Tony decides he’s keeping him forever. “I, uhm,” the boy says quietly, his gorgeous face flushing. “I might have trouble fitting you in my backpack.”
Tony laughs and kisses him again.
That’s the least of his worries.
