WHAT IF Tony accidentally sends a nude to Peter with a reeeeally dirty text to go along with it…
Tony: Hey baby, wanna spread your legs wide apart and tie them to the bed so you’re all open and waiting for me, then I’m gonna pound you so hard you’ll forget your own name 😏
He meant to send it to Pepper but he’s been drinking and their names look so alike and they’re right next to each other on his contact list…
aaaand Peter goes right ahead and sends one back with an equally dirty text to go with it
Peter: Mm yes daddy, please fill me up with your massive cock and make me scream 😉
Tony’s like “oh shit” because some part of him knows it’s wrong - he’s in a relationship, he’s 30 years older than Peter and Peter’s only a teenager…
But he cant stop staring at the picture Peter sent and he can’t stop re-reading the text. He knows there’s no way he can’t reply and he also knows he’s going to hell.
Because holy shit, Tony thinks, I’m attracted to Peter Parker.
I’m having writer’s block atm but if anyone feels up to writing this please go ahead! 😍
Thanks for the amazing idea and the green light on this @starker-obsession😘
Tw: cheating, bondage, light dom/sub
Tony doesn’t look at Pepper’s answer immediately. He’s stroking his cock and it just feels too good to abandon. He’s all alone tonight, Pepper being away on a business trip. She’s most likely telling him to shut up and not disturb her during her meetings. Fuck time difference.
He strokes himself to the edge of orgasm then lets go of his cock with a sigh. He fumbles his balls teasingly, but he doesn’t want to come yet. So, instead of going on, he pours himself another scotch and reaches for his phone.
When he glimpses the screen, his eyes go wide with shock and he spills his drink. Swearing, Tony puts down his glass and squeezes the base of his cock. So much for not coming when he’s looking at the picture in front of him.
It’s Peter. Peter Parker, his eighteen year old protégé and fellow avenger. He should close the app. No, he should delete the picture first and then smash his phone to bits in the hope of cleansing his mind of that image.
He squeezes his eyes shut and heaves a sigh, but it won’t go away. Peter Parker, naked, lying on his side with his legs pulled up, a clear view of his pink hole. And his expression, god, it’s something to die for. Tony will die for it, with the kind of death religious folks warn against, the kind where his soul is condemned for eternal suffering. And he’ll deserve it because he opens his eyes again and instead of deleting the picture, he brings it closer to his eyes.
The blush on Peter’s cheeks make him resemble the angels on the paintings of old times. His skin, too, white and looking soft to the touch. In the way he shows off his hole, however, there is nothing sublime. It’s the filthiest and most delicious image Tony’s ever seen.
And as he watches it, Tony realises something. At first he just feels an odd sort of relief, something akin to finding the solution to a nagging problem. Then, he manages to pinpoint the sensation. It’s the one that he always gets when his curiosity is satisfied. It’s the high of seeing something for the first time that he long desired.
Tony pinches his nose. Did he? Desire Peter? How long? Fuck. He can’t think straight, but his twitching cock tells him one thing for sure: he lusts after him now.
Tony stares at the picture for so long that the screen goes dark. When he unlocks it, he notices the message accompanying the photo.
Mm yes daddy, please fill me up with your massive cock and make me scream 😉
He groans and pumps into his first a few times before regaining control over his body. Fuck that kid is hot. And god, Tony wants to. Stretch him open, fill him up, breed him.
He could fly over, but Tony won’t do that. He’s a sensible man. He realises the many things that are wrong with cheating on Pepper, fucking a colleague and an 18 year old at that. That part of his mind however, which says sexting with said 18 year old colleague is equally wrong is way too easily ignored in the face of the self control required to not do the real thing.
What are you doing, Parker? he writes.
Honestly? comes the reply and Tony groans. He can just imagine Peter playing with his cock - the only thing hidden in that picture - while waiting his daddy to reply.
Tony tastes that word and decides that it won’t do. If they are going to play to their power imbalance, Tony much prefers being Peter’s mentor and superior than his caretaker. He takes care of everyone, that’s no big deal. But only Peter looks at him with that wide eyed adoration, hanging on to his every word, making so much effort to please him and earn his praises.
It’s only now that Tony recognises what he saw in those bright doe eyes. It had more to do with wanting to be split open by Tony than respect for his work. Tony chuckles.
It’s Mr Stark for you, Parker. And yes, preferably the truth.
He doesn’t have to wait long for an answer.
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