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[peachbabypie]

For the @starkerkink Exchange! I had the pleasure of filling @honeyimthedevil’s prompt which included: Tony wearing wings while fucking Peter, biting, Daddy kink, Posessiveness. Hope this lives up to what you were hoping for babe! I did my best to integrate as many kinks as I could :)

[iloveyou3thousand]

what he’d been missing

Pairing: Starker Rating: Explicit Word count: 2668 A/N: This was written for the @starkerkink Kink Exchange, for @iammagicfishhook who asked for some monsterfucking. I really hope you like it!!

Tags/TWs: explicit sexual content, werewolf Tony and human Peter, werewolf sex, werewolf anatomy, belly bulge, knotting, rimming, bottom Peter

Read it on AO3 here!

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It had taken them a little while, but they had finally figured it out.

Before they had gotten together, Peter had one day found out that Tony wasn’t like most people he knew. It had been entirely by accident, had happened only because Peter had been up later than usual working on a project. By chance, his extra sensitive hearing had picked up on something stalking the compound and he’d gone to investigate, only to find a large beast roaming the compound grounds.

That could have been that. The compound was in the middle of nowhere, after all, surrounded by woods that stretched for miles upon miles – the animal could have stumbled upon the building and gone to investigate.

Peter had quickly found out that the intruder hadn’t come from elsewhere, though. He’d come from within.

Weeks later, after dancing around each other for months with neither of them brave enough or confident enough to be the one to take the first real step forward, they got together with a kiss that was about as accidental as Peter finding out that Tony was a werewolf.

Tony allowed Peter to be nearby during his shifts, from that moment on. Peter had already seen him change before, had been near in the past, had seen him and approached him and gotten to know him a little better, in a sense. But now that they were together, it felt almost like it was more serious. Like being there during the full moon carried more weight than it did before.

And it did. Unbeknownst to the both of them, at least at first, the fact that Peter was there almost every time Tony shifted, changed something in the wolf’s biology. He had always responded differently to Peter, but that was only getting worse with every shift. On the outside, it didn’t appear like it had changed much, but on the inside, every time Tony shifted, he grew more and more restless to the point where even Peter started to notice it in his behavior.

Tony would always come up to Peter and push his head against the younger man’s hand for some quick affection, but that grew into a firmer push, a more demanding gesture, with Tony not leaving until he’d nearly pushed Peter to his ass and could rub himself against the other without fear of Peter getting away.

He also started grooming Peter, almost as if he were one of his own, as if he were a wolf, too. Or he would get snappy at anything and everything that could possibly pose a threat to Peter, from a little wild rabbit showing its little face at the edge of the woods to Happy’s car returning from the city to bring Pepper back and forth even just passing them by.

Peter tried not to think about it too much, but the growling and the protectiveness and the restlessness grew worse and worse every time, to the point where he just had to bring it up with Tony.

It took them a while and some help from Bruce to figure out that since getting together, Tony’s hormones had been all over the place. It’s what had been causing the change in his attitude, and the fierce protectiveness. According to the tests they’d done, Tony already viewed Peter as his true mate, even though that connection could never be truly mutual because Peter was human and he didn’t have the kind of senses to pick up on and return that.

At least it helped them in finding a solution.

Going forward, they started trying whatever they could to reassure Tony’s wolf that Peter was his and his alone, and that nothing would ever come in between them or sever the bond they had built. It seemed to work at first, with Tony calming down and resting quite peacefully with Peter during another one of his shifts, but then it came back again. And it came back with twice the force.

When it started to get potentially dangerous for Peter, they both knew that they were approaching desperate times, and thus would have to try and implement some desperate measures.

Luckily, Peter still had a little trick up his sleeve.

When he told Tony, Tony was skeptical. He was worried, for Peter, afraid of hurting him. But Peter countered wisely that if they didn’t try this as a last resort, if this didn’t work, then Tony would end up hurting Peter on accident anyway without there being anything that could stop him. That terrified Tony more than anything else.

All in all, Peter’s plan seemed like the lesser of two evils. (Actually, it didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, but Tony refused to admit that the thought of mounting Peter properly got him so riled up that he had to excuse himself every time he even so much as thought about it.)

The following full moon, they were all set.

In the hours leading up to Tony’s inevitable shift, they lay down together. Peter showered Tony in attention that made him visibly preen already, his instincts close to taking over, but the moon wasn’t quite high enough for him just yet. The younger man passed him a bottle of lube and Tony quietly reconfirmed that he was still sure about this. Peter smiled, cupped Tony’s cheek, and kissed him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he promised, although it didn’t do enough to soothe Tony’s anxiety. He was afraid of hurting Peter, afraid of putting his claws where he shouldn’t, or pushing him too far, or forcing him into something that he didn’t want to do. But Peter had been so reassuring, constantly validating Tony’s feelings and fears and acknowledging that it was going to be scary, but it was going to be alright. They just had to do this once to figure out how it all worked, and then they’d be good as gold.

Tony had to trust his instincts. Hopefully, his instincts would serve him right.

By the time Tony’s skin buzzed beyond discomfort and he’d slowly spread his baby open on his fingers, Peter gave him a kiss and told him to go and do what he had to. Tony’s feet could barely hit the carpet on the floor next to the bed or he’d already shifted, shaking out unruly, brown fur, and immediately catching a whiff of something sallow.

The lube.

His mind took a second to catch up, but then he whipped around, and there Peter was; lying on the bed, watching the wolf on the ground, something scared but excited in his eyes. Beyond that thick smell of artificial slick, Tony could smell Peter, could smell the arousal on him, and it was like something clicked.

This was what he’d been missing.

“Hey Tony,” Peter said softly, almost tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if Tony’s mind had caught up with the wolf yet, but it had. Intelligent eyes rose to meet the younger man’s gaze, and Peter’s expression eased into a soft smile. Without further ado, while Tony was watching, Peter pushed himself up onto his hands and knees to put himself perfectly on display, almost teasingly.

Tony was on the bed in a flash, the mattress dipping beneath the wolf’s heavy weight. He had to find his balance first, unused to being on the bed in this form, but quickly managed when there was another task at hand.

He immediately pushed his muzzle up against Peter’s hole, slick and shiny with lube, stretched rim twitching gently under the soft puffs of air when Tony scented and snuffled. Peter giggled, and dropped his head to his forearms.

“Tickles,” he complained, but really it was only mildly bothersome because it was new, something Peter had never experienced before, and he wasn’t sure what to expect yet.

Definitely not the broad tongue that followed Tony’s huffy breaths, lapping in one long, broad stroke up Peter’s taint and across his glistening hole. Peter’s breath immediately caught in his throat and he let out a choked sound of surprise, but didn’t try to move away. Once he got past that initial oddness, it actually… It actually felt really good.

He moaned when Tony didn’t hesitate to do it again. And once more after. And yet again. Peter’s cock between his legs had already fully filled out by the time Tony changed tactic by pressing his muzzle up against Peter’s hole and pushing his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and into his body, which opened up and welcomed the intrusion like it was meant to.

Peter shuddered on the spot, cock twitching, the long tongue reaching places inside him that he wasn’t sure anyone had reached before. Not like that. Tony had sure tried, had taken him in his lap and pound into him before, and it had been an otherworldly experience, but even that didn’t compare to this.

And they had only just gotten started.

When Tony was satisfied with the job he’d done and left Peter’s hole sloppy and wet, he moved away, much to Peter’s dissatisfaction. The young man looked over his shoulder to see what Tony was doing, and caught him with his head between his legs, licking at the fiery red length that was slipping out from the sheath at Tony’s lower belly. He lapped at it as if to encourage it, to slick it up, ready to bury it into Peter’s waiting body.

Astounded by the size he’d just laid his eyes upon, Peter turned back when Tony shifted once more, keeping his eyes forward to try and help himself relax once again. Something so big would never fit inside of him. It simply couldn’t. And yet when Tony mounted him, large front paws on either side of Peter’s ribs and his large tongue lapping soothingly against the back of his neck, Peter realized he was just going to have to take it.

“Be gentle,” Peter reminded Tony almost frantically, his voice a higher pitch than usual. Tony paused for a moment, and then licked the back of his ear as if to say ‘I hear you, I’m listening, I promise’. And then Tony lined up.

Peter’s body opened up for the pointed tip of Tony’s cock like it was the easiest thing, the wolf’s saliva easing its way. It was warm, and smooth, and big, but Peter took it silently, wordlessly, without complaint, until the very beginnings of the knot that Tony had warned him about countless of times nudged up against his stretched out rim and the wolf had successfully buried all of himself inside the human.

Peter let out a shuddery sigh, relaxing slowly with the soothing little licks to the back of his neck and his hair. Grooming. Tony had been doing that for a while, and it still helped Peter relax, inexplicably. But right now he couldn’t have been more glad.

Especially when Tony started moving not long after.

And it seemed that once he got a taste of it, that cautious approach he’d started out with was thrown out the window. The first few thrusts were relatively shallow, patient, careful – but Tony sped up quickly, putting that massive strength in his hind legs to good use to force himself in and out of Peter faster, quicker, rougher. Every thrust knocked the air out of Peter’s lungs but the overwhelming pleasure that came with the quickening pace left him without the ability to breathe anyway, so it didn’t matter.

Peter grabbed at the bedsheets, the only leverage he had against the rough thrusts that almost lifted him up off his knees every time, shaking the bedframe. Tony panted into Peter’s ear, hot and humid, occasionally darting his tongue across a stray drop of sweat that gathered on the back of Peter’s neck.

The younger man was useless beneath the wolf, just trying to keep himself on his knees, speared on Tony’s cock, tossed about with the force of the thrusts. He was strong, stronger than most human beings, but he had never felt more like a ragdoll than he did while Tony was fucking into him like that.

And he liked it. God forbid, he liked it so much that he came without touching himself, without even knowing that he did, floating on endless, overwhelming waves of pleasure that every harsh thrust brought with it.

They became more ragged and irregular by the second, and Peter knew that it would soon be over. He already missed it, even though it hadn’t even ended yet. But he was in for one more surprise.

Tony’s knot had already grown to the size of a relatively small apple, sitting at the base of his cock, nudging Peter’s hole with every other thrust, just begging to be let inside. It slipped in occasionally, much to Peter’s pleasure, that sudden, extra stretch and extra couple of inches deep within him rushing him closer and closer to a second orgasm.

And when Tony finally fitted all of it inside of him, and Peter could feel it rapidly start to increase in size, tugging at his already stretched out rim – that’s what did it for him the second time around.

Peter quickly brought a hand down between his legs to stroke himself through his orgasm, moaning and keening and writhing beneath the wolf as the knot grew and grew, sealing them together to be followed up with a load buried so deep inside Peter’s body that it had the younger man feeling more bloated than he ever did before.

He pressed a hand to his stomach, panting, marveling at the feeling, and froze up when he felt the deformation on his belly. He pressed against it, and Tony above him whined, his massive cock twitching inside him and filling him with another load.

Peter smoothed his fingertips over the bulge under his skin again and again, the thought of Tony so deep inside him that it could do that nearly sending him over the edge again, but his cock was still weakly twitching from his last orgasm. Although Peter wouldn’t be surprised if he would be good to go again in seconds. Not with the enormous knot tugging at his abused rim.

The large wolf collapsed on top of Peter, and he groaned under the weight, constricting around Tony. Instantly, Peter noticed the change. He hadn’t seen Tony this sedated, this sated or happy or satisfied in a long time, not while in his wolf form. Not to mention the affection that followed, the grooming and the playfulness, all so unhurried.

Peter praised the wolf softly, reaching a hand over his shoulder to pet his head and compliment him for his behavior and his patience. They were stuck together for a while, but even after, Tony was a different wolf.

He cleaned Peter up and made sure the young man got comfortable before he lay down with him and looked up at him with those big, doe eyes full of adoration, as if their spiritual bond had just been confirmed tenfold.

And really, Peter would be lying if he didn’t…kind of feel it too.

Or maybe he was just seeing things.

“I’d say that worked, didn’t it?” Peter murmured sleepily, combing his hand through Tony’s fur. He received a lick in return, which in wolf speak must have been something agreeable. Peter was sure that if Tony had been able to speak, he would have said so too. And he would have likely suggest they go for another round.

And hell, it only took Peter a little while to recuperate from his first time taking Tony’s wolf cock. Before too long, he was already toying with the sensitive sheath on Tony’s lower belly with a mischievous grin, watching the pointed tip of his cock slip out slowly.

If Tony could have raised his brows, he absolutely would have.

But he’d be crazy if he was going to say no.

[snowstark]

perform (for me, baby)

written for @p-parkerthespiderboy as a part of the starker kink exchange! @starkerkink

It's Peter's first time entering a BDSM club. Things take an unexpected turn when he finds himself volunteering to be a part of Tony's demonstration in front of everyone.

Peter couldn’t help but feel nervous as he approached the entrance of the building. Never in his life did he expect that he would be here, standing in front of a BDSM club while trying not to pussy out. He couldn’t stop thinking about the what-if’s. What if he saw someone he knew? What if he somehow messed up and got banned from the club? What if—

“Shut up,” he told himself, interrupting the endless cycle of thoughts. Worrying like this was doing him no good except causing him to excessively sweat. Everything would be fine; he was just nervous. First time nerves always made everything new seem like a big, scary deal.

He knew that if he didn’t go in, he would end up regretting it. He’d discovered his interest in BDSM and kinks years ago. Years of extensive research and dabbling online meant that he wasn’t a completely newbie; it just meant that he was extra interested now that he knew for sure that he enjoyed it.

So, keeping that in mind, he slipped inside when the streets were relatively empty, wanting to try and stay out of sight. He was greeted by a woman who had a rather bored expression on her face. She checked him in and gave him his coloured bracelets—blue for submissive, white to show that he was single and ready to mingle.

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[jeranasblog]

Property of Tony Stark

Notes: This is my exchange fic for @starkerkink​ and my lovely prompt partner is @peachbabypie​. I really hope you like it <3

Rating: E

Pairing: Peter Parker/ Tony Stark

Summary:  Peter loves toying with people. Naive, innocent strangers, to be exact. It's a little game he and Tony established so long ago. Everyone gets something out of it. Everyone except the stranger who doesn't know what he has gotten himself into.

Warnings: Mob Boss Tony Stark, Cheating Kink, Threats of Violence, Spanking,  For further warnings (especially smut) check Ao3

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The club was crowded when they entered it, unusually so for a Thursday night. Peter could feel Tony’s hand on his back, a claim and a warning. Don’t touch. Mine. The shirt Peter wore was short, barely covering his belly button and the leather of Tony’s glove was touching the skin of his back. He had paired it with shorts that weren’t even covering his ass completely and due to the warm weather outside, he didn’t have to wear his favorite tights. Peter looked like a kept boy, like Tony’s accessory, teasing those around him with miles of creamy skin.

“Daddy, can we get something to drink, please?” Peter whined, his hands clutching Tony’s shoulder to pull him closer. “I’m thirsty.”

The man looked at him and let his gaze wander to the bar after. It was crowded like the rest of the club, but Tony Stark couldn’t refuse his baby boy anything. “Sure, sweetheart. Natasha, make sure no one dangerous is close.” A red-haired figure separated from the crowd she had blended in with minutes ago and Peter could see the shine of a gun in the club lights for a quick second. Everything was under control; everything was how it had to be.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter rewarded the man’s dedication with a small rub of his sparsely covered ass against his crotch and the low growl he got in return made him giggle. Tony’s eyes were on him and only him, trusting his bodyguards to keep them safe. Being the focus of such a dangerous man, was a heady feeling and Peter whimpered in his Daddy’s ear.

“Come on baby, let’s order you something to drink and go over to the lounge, all right?” The suggestion was paired with a slap on Peter’s ass and the boy moaned before he gave Tony a huge smile and followed him to the bar. Although he enjoyed the hungry gazes from a lot of men around him, his love and loyalty were with his Daddy.

A tequila sunrise in his hand, Peter walked over to the VIP lounge, not once leaving his Daddy’s side. He took a small sip and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol, a warm buzz in his stomach. He loved their club nights, the building desire and the attention. The night would probably end with his Daddy inside of him and the thought made Peter’s insides squirm.

The lounge was a separated area, cleared from all possible threats, with a good view of the dance floor behind bullet proof glass. Only a few people were allowed to be here, mostly Tony’s men and invited guests. Although almost all of the expensive leather couches were empty, Peter took a seat on Tony’s lap, his legs spread obscenely to tease his Daddy even more.

“I’m glad you had time today,” Peter purred and took another sip of his cocktail. He could see that Tony’s eyes were fixed on his lips, hungry staring at him like the man always did. Peter moved his lips tentatively, just to give his Daddy a little taste of what he had planned tonight, but Tony grabbed his hips to still his movements.

“Not yet, baby,” his voice was firm, leaving no chance to argue. “I have to do some business first. Don’t act like a slut.”

“Business?” Peter had thought they were here for fun. His Daddy had been working the entire week and now he even used their date nights to deal with customers?

“Baby, don’t be like that.” Tony tried to cheer him up by guiding his hands lower until they slipped under the fabric of Peter’s shorts. The boy moaned unashamed when he squeezed a handful of his bubble butt, rutting against his Daddy’s thighs for friction. He felt so empty, so needy for his Daddy’s cock and knowing that Tony had to do business first soured his mood. What was clubbing for if he didn’t get a cock in his ass?

Five minutes later, a man in a suit was guided into the lounge and Peter was still pouting on Tony’s lap. He stood up when the man arrived, excusing himself politely before he left them alone. He knew Tony didn’t mind if he decided to stay, but Peter wasn’t interested in his mob affairs. He was here to have fun.

Peter killed some time with drinking his cocktail, but when his Daddy still wasn’t finished after five minutes, he decided to have some fun alone. He knew how he would get Tony’s attention, knew how he would get dicked down as soon as possible. Making his way over to the dance floor, Peter searched for a spot that was visible from the VIP lounge, and then he just started to dance.

The bass vibrated through his body and his feet moved on their own. Peter was a good dancer. He moved his hips seductively and became one with the music. All eyes were on him, some hungry, some jealous, but he got the attention his Daddy denied him. At first, no one came close. The regulars knew he belonged to Tony Stark and it wouldn’t be wise to touch him. The new folk, on the other hand, were intimidated by the competition until finally, a huge blonde approached him, putting his hands on Peter’s hips.

This was what he had waited for. Peter didn’t even bat an eye when he started to move seductively against the other man, his hips rotating as if he was riding him. He had thrown his neck back, baring his throat while his gaze was fixed on the glass his Daddy was behind. It was a tease, a challenge, and Peter knew he would win.

His shorts got tight because his cock hardened, the arousal fueled by Tony’s invisible gaze. It was a game they played sometimes, a game Peter would win. He pressed himself snugly against the blonde before he turned around to press his lips against the other man.

“Honey, aren’t you a sweet one?” the man asked between kisses and his hands wandered lower until they were groping Peter’s ass. The boy knew his Daddy watched him. Knew his patience would slowly run thin. To fuel the fire even more, Peter batted his eyelashes, wearing his most innocent face that woke the instincts in others to protect him.

“I feel so empty,” Peter whimpered in the man’s ear, his hands clutching onto broad shoulders. “Can you take me home? I need your assistance.” A smug smile spread on the blonde’s face and Peter almost felt sorry if he didn’t know what he woke inside of Tony with his little game. “Please?”

Begging always broke them, and Peter could feel a hand on his lower back, guiding him towards the exit. Tony’s eyes were following him, and the thought made Peter giggle. He bent over the desk of the coat check, showing off his features to the stranger and his Daddy. His ass would be sore tomorrow, but he knew it would be worth it.

Ten minutes later, he left the club with the handsome blonde stranger at his side and called for a cab. He wouldn’t drive with a usual one, it was just too dangerous, so he waited for one of Tony’s men to pick them up. 

“Can we go to my place?” Peter asked while his hands caressed the bulk of the man through his trousers. He was big, but not as big as Tony.

“Sure, honey. Anything you want.” Peter gave him an excited smile.

~*~

The ride was calm. Peter stopped any of the blonde's attempts to get handsy. Tony couldn’t see them in the cab and suddenly Peter didn’t feel like teasing anymore. He wanted his Daddy’s eyes on him, wanted him to show his jealousy.

When they arrived, Peter pulled the stranger out of the car, immediately putting his hands all over him again. He could see a black limousine out of the corner of his eyes, knew exactly what that meant and wrapped his hands around the blonde’s neck. 

“Let’s go inside,” he purred in the stranger’s ear.

The blonde only stared at him, although no, not at him, but over his shoulder at the huge mansion they were standing in front of. 

“You’re living here?” His voice was drenched in surprise and disbelief.

“Yes?” Peter giggled and pulled the stranger towards the door after he had shot a provocative gaze over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s hurry, I need to get filled soon.” He didn’t state who he wanted to fill him up.

But the blonde had been hard since they had left the club, so he didn’t question Peter’s hurry and followed him, one hand covering Peter’s bubble butt. He was already groping the boy, his hands teasing the hem of his shorts while Peter opened the door. The stranger sighed in relief when the key fit, probably because they didn’t break in.

Without losing another second, Peter pulled the man towards the bedroom while his lips were attached to the blonde’s and his hands kneaded the erection through his pants. Thankfully, the stranger didn’t notice the huge amount of dress shoes that were too big for Peter or the collar engraved with the words ‘baby boy’ that Tony had forgotten to remove from the bed.

Instead, Peter pulled him onto the mattress after he had taken off his shirt and revealed his slim but muscular chest. 

“I need you so badly,” Peter cooed, his eyes fixed on the door behind them. “I feel so empty, please.” 

The pleading wasn't meant for the stranger in his bed, but the blonde certainly seemed to think so because he tried to open Peter’s pants.

As much as he loved the teasing, Peter knew this would go too far, so he turned them around until he was sitting on the man’s lap. “I’m gonna be so good for you, just relax.” The blonde whimpered pathetically, almost as high-pitched as Peter usually did during sex. “Daddy will take care of you. Just lay back.”

“Daddy?” The aroused expression of the stranger cleared up a little. “I’m sorry, but I’m not into this.” He made a weird face and Peter couldn’t stop the giggle that left his lips.

“Oh, honey...” He knew his innocent expression was changing, replaced by a smirk his Daddy would be proud of. “I’m not a Daddy. Look at me. Do I give any Daddy vibes?” Was that a blink of panic in the stranger’s eyes? He was still stronger than Peter, could flip and shake him off easily, but Peter knew he wouldn’t get harmed. “Haven’t they warned you of me?”

It was the moment the blonde seemed to get it because the first hint of fear was replaced by full force panic. “W-What’s your n-name?” The gaze of the stranger slowly wandered towards the door, afraid someone would barge in.

“My name is Peter, Peter Stark.”

Peter was thrown off his hips and the blonde scrambled away, cowering down at the end of the bed. “Please, don’t kill me. Please, I didn’t want to fuck you, I swear.” Sweat was running down his forehead and his pupils were dilated in fear. He looked like a deer trapped in the body of a wolf. Peter almost felt pity, but instead he settled with a wide smirk and counted back from three in his head. Three. Two. One.

“Lie!” The door shot open and Tony entered the room, the safety of his gun already released. His eyes wandered through the room until his gaze fell on Peter’s pants which were thankfully still in place. Tony’s shoulders relaxed visibly.

“Oh, baby,” his Daddy cooed, a smile spread on his face, but the gun was still pointed at the blonde man. “If you wanted me to spank your cute little ass, you could have just asked. Do you really need to put the scumbag’s life at risk?”

The stranger became white as the wall, his eyes huge and full of fear. Any other human would have felt pity, but Tony couldn’t care less. Instead, he sat down on the bed, grabbed Peter’s hips and pulled him back against his chest. Peter snuggled into the embrace. “I love to see you jealous, Daddy. I wouldn’t have done anything with him, I swear. I just wanted you to remind me that I’m yours.”

Tony sighed in response, his free hand caressed Peter’s naked chest until it got caught on Peter’s nipple. The boy moaned in response, a guttural sound that echoed through the room. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming on his Daddy’s lap. It had just been too long since he had been filled properly.

“Baby, I know you didn’t want to get fucked by him, but now, he heard you moan and your moans are mine. Don’t you think he has to die?”

“No, no, please,” the man started to beg. “I’ll do anything. I won’t touch him again, I won’t look at him again, I swear.” 

Peter laughed at the pathetic picture the stranger made. Knowing that his Daddy held all the power in his hand made him whimper and he pressed back against the muscular chest. The bulge that nudged against his ass told him Tony wasn’t unaffected either.

“I don’t care, Daddy.” Peter was distracted by the arousal that burned inside of him. “Please, just show me that I belong to you, please, Daddy. I need you to punish me.”

He knew the words were enough to break Tony. He bent the boy over with a growl, until he was pressed against the mattress, his head only inches away from the shaking stranger. Tony buried his hands in Peter’s hair and pulled, so he was forced to look at the blonde.

“Do you see him shaking, baby? He’s lucky, I won’t kill him tonight.” Peter’s eyes rolled back at Tony’s display of strength and he started to rub his hips against the mattress. He didn’t care what happened to the other man, all he cared about was for the stranger to disappear.

“Daddy, please, don’t tease me anymore,” Peter was sobbing by now, his noises obscene and he desperately wanted his Daddy to rip his shorts off. He hadn’t bothered with underwear this morning, so the revealing shorts were the last barrier. “Make him go away, please. I need you to spank me, I need you to fill me up.”

Tony growled again, this time deeper and even more possessive and he whistled once to let Barnes know he was needed. 

“Cut out his tongue and dump him behind the club,” Tony commanded, and the Winter Soldier nodded in reply. It would be a quick thing, nothing unusual for the Mob boss and Peter couldn’t wait for the door to close again. It didn’t even take a minute until the screams of the blonde subsided and Peter was finally alone with his Daddy. 

“I want you naked in five seconds, baby boy,” Tony’s voice was firm, and Peter shuddered while he hurried to take off his shorts. “You’ll experience the consequences of your little stunt today. Come here, bend over Daddy’s lap.”

Peter should have been scared. Being punished by the mob boss usually meant you wouldn’t see the light of day again, but Peter knew he had grown on Tony. The man would never kill him as long as Peter wouldn’t break his trust. Peter loved him, loved him so much that it hurt and the threat of punishment made his cock bob in arousal. Without a second thought, Peter laid himself on his Daddy’s lap, ass and thighs at Tony’s mercy.

“Look at all the creamy white skin,” Tony cooed while his hands wandered over Peter’s ass, teasing the globes until the boy was squirming in arousal. “I’ll enjoy making your cute little butt red, baby. Tell me again, why do you have to be punished?”

“I’ve teased you,” Peter whimpered, his erection fully grown by now and it was rubbing against his Daddy’s thighs. “I’ve used blondie to make you jealous, but I swear I stuck to the rules, Daddy. I didn’t let him pull down my shorts and I didn’t let him mark me up.” He needed Tony to know that he hadn’t crossed their boundaries.

“Shh, baby, I know.” Tony caressed his back to assure him he wasn’t hurt. “I trust you, I know you’d know better than to betray me, but I still have to punish you. Do you understand why?”

After the words, Peter could let go and he moaned obscenely, although he hadn’t even got slapped once. He had been a little scared that his Daddy was really mad, but the game was only a display of who Peter belonged to. As if he needed that. “I love you, Daddy, and I get it. Please, don’t make me wait anymore.”

“I love you too, baby.” The first slap came simultaneously with Tony’s love confession and Peter cried out. He felt warm, the impact burning on his left ass cheek while the words warmed his heart. He loved this dangerous man so much, he would do anything to stay at his side, even if it meant getting watched by Tony’s bodyguards 24/7. He had chosen this and not once had he regretted the decision.

“How many more do you deserve, brat? What do you think about twenty? Do you think that’s fair?”

Yes, yes, yes. Peter nodded affirmatively since it was already hard to find his words. He just hoped that Tony wouldn’t force him to count because he knew he was already drifting towards the sweet place in his mind. God, he was so easy for his Daddy, they hadn’t even really started yet.

“One,” Tony announced and made Peter tense in anticipation. He pressed his ass back to be even closer and when the slap finally hit the back on his thighs, Peter sobbed in relief. It hurt a lot. Tony wasn’t holding back, but Peter loved the feeling. Pain always got him going and he craved the burn, craved his Daddy’s hands on his body.

The next slaps were even harder, fueling the fire in his ass and Peter could feel that his erection grew even harder, almost impossibly so. The fabric of his Daddy’s suit rubbed against his leaking cock, his tip twitching in oversensitivity. The sensations were too much, too intense, but his Daddy held him down, forced him to take it even though he felt like bursting. Peter knew he could come like this, Tony had already spanked him towards an orgasm before.

“You’re a treasure like this, baby,” Tony cooed while slap after slap reddened his ass. Peter wasn’t quite there yet, but he felt himself slipping, on the verge of drifting into the sweet place. “The only one I can hurt without scaring away. You’re a slut for me, not staying for my money or my protection, but for my cock and my love. Nobody could satisfy you like I do. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Yes, yes, Daddy. Only you. Always you. Peter wanted to scream, wanted to tell his Daddy how much he needed him, but the only sound that came out of his mouth was a pathetic cry. He was so close to floating, so close to losing his mind, and his Daddy knew it, keeping him on the verge just a tad longer.

“Come on, baby. Hold your cheeks open. Show Daddy where you want the next blow.”

Burning hot humiliation cursed through his veins, urging him on to follow his Daddy’s order. He was already so vulnerable, naked over Tony’s lap while the mob boss was still clothed, but knowing that his Daddy wanted him even more open, even more vulnerable, made him sob with desire. He could feel the first tear running down his chin, the first evidence of his Daddy’s power over him.

“Just like this, baby. I want you sobbing over my lap, baby. I want you to remember that you’re mine. Come on, I don’t have all day. Show me that you’re worth being owned.”

The words blew away every spark of hesitation and Peter’s hands wandered behind his back, spreading his cheeks to reveal his most vulnerable place. His hands burned on his cheeks and he could feel his hole twitching, begging for his Daddy to be filled.

Peter could hear a harsh inhale of breath, followed by a few curses and a suppressed growl. “Did you prep yourself for me, Peter?” Tony’s was firm and hungry. “You little hole is glistening for me.”

Had he? Peter didn’t remember anymore. Thinking was hard, too hard at the moment and he only knew that he needed to be spanked and filled. Everything else was pushed to the back of his mind, buried under mind-blowing arousal.

“God, baby, it’s inviting me. How could I resist when you’re so needy, so desperate to be filled?”

Peter moaned, squirming and begging wordlessly for his Daddy’s touch. Keeping himself spread got harder and harder every second and he almost worried that nothing would happen until Tony finally had mercy. The slap hit him directly across his hole, so much more intense, so much more painful than the previous ones. Peter wailed, blown away by the pain and as soon as the second blow was delivered on his most vulnerable place, Peter fell.

The sweet place was soft and warm, sensations burning together and spiraling higher and higher. Pain and pleasure blurred together, and the throb of his leaking erection slipped in the back of his mind. Peter was at peace, fixated on nothing but his Daddy and the happiness that surged through his body. He didn’t have to worry about anything, his Daddy would take care of him.

Peter didn’t notice anymore that his Daddy delivered the last blow. He didn’t notice that he was moved, and he didn’t even notice that Tony’s thick cock entered him. He laid on clouds, only aware of the dull burn in his ass and the soothing presence of his Daddy. Going down under felt like floating, like laying on clouds and he couldn’t even remember his own name anymore.

Until his Daddy pulled him up. “Come back to me, baby.” 

Another hit on his burning ass made Peter aware of his surroundings again and he blinked to get accustomed to the new situation. He was laying on his stomach, his Daddy’s cock balls deep inside of him and he immediately bucked into the sensation.

“Woah, careful, boy,” Tony soothed him and gripped Peter’s neck, so the boy went limp again. “I need you to be conscious for a second, baby. I need you to remember when I claim you.”

Peter turned his head and gave his Daddy a confused look. He had already claimed him, his ass was cherry red and he was split open, Tony’s entire length buried inside of him. But when his gaze traveled lower, he could see a black permanent marker in Tony’s hand.

“Look at me,” Tony ordered while he flipped the pen open and Peter moaned when his Daddy moved his hips slightly. “I want you to watch me when I mark you up, baby. Don’t think you’re allowed to wash it off.”

Peter whimpered when the tip of the pen touched his left ass cheek, pressing lightly into the abused skin. The burn spiked up again and Peter couldn’t stop himself from tensing around his Daddy’s cock. It was just too much, it felt just too good.

“Don’t move, baby,” Tony commanded, and a hint of a threat filled his voice. “You don’t want me to slip.” 

Peter obeyed and kept completely quiet, savoring every scratch of the marker on his skin. His Daddy took his time, decorating both of Peter’s cheeks and the boy felt his arousal growing. He was owned, he was cherished and loved, just like he had always dreamed about.

When his Daddy was finally done, he threw the pen away, not caring where it landed. He growled, grabbing Peter’s hips and continued to slam his cock inside. “You look so beautiful all marked up, baby. God, baby, give me your phone.”

It took a second before Peter understood what his Daddy wanted from him, the pleasure making it hard to think. Each thrust hit his sweet spot directly and his body shook in arousal. When his mind finally caught up, he fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, tossing it carelessly at his Daddy.

Tony didn’t stop moving his hips while he took the picture and Peter’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was getting closer and closer, although his Daddy didn’t even touch his cock.

“Look at this, Peter,” Tony ordered and held the screen in front of Peter’s face.

Property of Tony Stark. 

This was it, Peter couldn’t hold back anymore. His Daddy had turned his ass a deep red, marking him up with his hand and on top of the angry color, he had branded Peter with his name. The thought should have scared him, the possessiveness on the verge of going too far, but Peter loved the feeling so much, he started to cry. Feelings were crashing over him, love and pleasure, pain and longing, and Peter had to let them out though his tears.

“Shh, I know, baby,” Tony cooed while his thrust speeded up even more and he abused Peter’s sweet spot with every thrust. “Daddy is here to catch you, just let go.” 

Peter closed his eyes and his head fell back onto the mattress. He could trust Tony, he would catch him. Peter was his property, Peter was loved.

He had never come this intense before. The orgasm rippled through his body, lighting up every cell and Peter heard himself screaming. His muscles locked up tightly, his hole milking his Daddy’s cock and he squirmed on the mattress. His Daddy had to hold him still, afraid Peter might accidentally hurt himself while his body fell apart on Tony’s cock. Wave after wave crashed through him and his body trembled under the sensation.

Peter could feel when his Daddy followed, a hot wetness spread in his hole and a deep growl announced that Tony came as well. He felt connected, the love of his Daddy suddenly overwhelming and he cried through the last twitches of his orgasm, cried when Tony hit his prostate again and again. When the last sensations ebbed away, Peter went limp.

Suddenly fighting against his fatigue, Peter couldn’t move anymore. He couldn’t protest when his Daddy pulled out and couldn’t even squirm when Tony pushed his cheeks apart. He heard the click of his phone while he was drifting away, slowly losing his consciousness.

 When Peter opened his eyes again, more than half an hour had passed. 

“Back with me, baby,” Tony whispered and pressed a kiss against Peter’s temple. “I love you, Peter. I’ll always cherish and protect you.”

Peter cuddled against his Daddy’s chest. “Love you too. So much.”

Tony smiled and pulled him closer, before he fumbled for his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint. He opened his gallery and showed Peter the last picture he had made. Peter blushed. It was taken from the same angle Tony had taken the last picture from, showing off Peter’s ass and the black letters on his skin. But this time, Tony had pulled his cheeks apart, capturing how his Daddy’s come leaked out of Peter’s abused hole.

“This is for me, baby. You’re claimed and marked. Inside and out.”

Peter giggled and buried his face against his Daddy’s chest. He didn’t mind the possessiveness, basking in the attention of the Mob boss.

“I won’t force you, Peter, but what do you think about a tattoo?”

Everything for you. Peter hid the smile against Tony’s chest. Suddenly, he knew what he would give his Daddy for his next birthday. He wanted to belong to Tony Stark. Forever. 

[demons-sing-me-to-sleep]

Consequences and Rewards

This is my @starkerkink fill for @the107thh. Sorry I'm late but I hope you like it!

My prompt was:

omega!peter is surprised by his first heat arriving early, alpha!biodad!tony has to help him through it. lots of dirty talk centered around tony’s cock being the one that made peter, and potential mpreg. (i.e “yeah, you like that? you like the cock that made you filling you up? fuckin’ dirty slut for your dad’s dick, huh? you want me to knock you up pete? pump you full of your own goddamn siblings?”) bonus points for cum inflation, excessive scenting, and rimming/felching.

Warnings! Starkercest, omegaverse, dirty talk, implied mpreg, breeding, some cum inflation, some felching

Ao3 Link (4183 WC)

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Tony is in a business meeting when the commotion happens.

One of his board members is arguing about something he doesn't care about when he hears frantic yelling outside the room. Everyone's heads turn towards the door as the source of the noise comes closer. It sounds like it's headed straight towards them.

"Mr. Stark–!" Tony hears his secretary call out, voice high pitched and shrill. "You can't just go in there! Your father is–!"

Too late. The door is flung open and Tony's little omega son is at the entrance, chest heaving and face flushed. All eyes are on him and Tony stands, brows scrunched up in concern.

His secretary, also an omega, almost barrels into Peter and he sees how her eyes widen at the room full of alphas.

"Mr. Stark, sir, I'm so sorry–" she starts to say. She's trying to tug Peter out of the room but his boy resists. His eyes are only on Tony and it's then that Tony realizes why.

There's a sweet scent filtering into the room and it cuts right through the synthetic chemically smell of scent blockers that the alpha board members use. The potency of the scent is meant to turn an alpha's head, to scramble their logical minds, and push them into heeding their more savage instincts.

All around him, his board members go very still, eyes focused on Tony's young omega son. His son who is in heat.

Peter only has eyes for his father though and his bottom lip trembles in a way that catches Tony's attention.

"Dad…" he says and there's a quiver in his voice. Then softer and pleadingly, "D-Daddy…"

His son strains against the other omega's hold and that, along with Peter's upset tone makes something in Tony snap.

In the blink of an eye, he's by Peter's side and he flings the secretary's hand away. His sweet boy literally jumps into his arms, legs wrapping around the alpha's waist as he clings onto his father.

Tony cradles him like the precious treasure he is and faces the group of alphas who are shell-shocked into inaction. His lips are pulled up, flashing the sharp points of his canines in a warning snarl. He's still coherent. For now.

"Dismissed," Tony barks out. It comes out harsh and guttural and it even makes some of them flinch.

Tony doesn't care.

Peter is digging his nose into his sensitive neck, desperately seeking out his father's familiar scent. It would almost be cute if the situation wasn't so dire.

Tony lets him as he backs out of the room. He expects Peter to settle down but instead of calming down, the omega's scent only turns sour when he can't scent his father. The alpha realizes then that, of course, his Peter won't find it.

Tony wears a scent neutralizer like every alpha is supposed to in the building.

The distress is making it worse for Peter, Tony knows it is. The boy feels so warm in his arms but he's trembling with the full force of an early heat.

The alpha makes the quick decision to take them both to his office. He would've preferred to take them home where he can give Peter the supplies he so desperately needs but the boy is already too far gone. Not to mention, Tony's alpha instincts would make him literally rip out any intruder's eyes if they even looked at his boy.

Peter bounces in his arms as Tony rushes them away. It's only when his son's ass rubs against the front of his pants that Tony realizes he's hard.

"Fuck…" Tony hisses.

Just those slight, unintentional touches against his dick makes the pleasure rise more and more. It starts to build, forbidden and uninvited, encouraged by his boy's sweet, alluring scent making its way into his lungs and the feel of a nice, round ass rubbing against him. He steels himself against it though, pushing it aside but it's impossible to ignore.

It's because Peter is an omega and Tony is an alpha. It doesn't matter to their instincts that they were related by blood, nevermind that Tony was the one who sired the trembling boy in his arms.

Slick has started to seep through Peter's jeans and they stain Tony's clothes like a mark of possession. Everyone will know just by scent alone that Tony's been involved with an omega in heat. They'd probably all assume that he fucked said omega through their heat without even thinking it was his son.

A dangerous thought emerges… Tony might just do exactly that.

They arrive in his office and Peter's quiet little whimpers only remind Tony how the heat must be ravaging his poor boy's mind. His own instincts are rearing up, demanding that he keep his omega son safe.

He kicks the door shut behind him and promptly lays the omega down onto the comfortable little couch there before he straightens. Immediately, Peter's scrambling to sit up, slim but strong little fingers twisting themselves in Tony's suit.

"Dad–! Don't… Don't go!"

Surprised, Tony paused and really looks at his son.

Beads of sweat have started to form and leave silvery trails as they streak down from Peter's hairline. There's a pink flush on his cheeks and his chest rises up and down far too fast. The omega's brown eyes, a feature he inherited from Tony, were dilated as they implored the alpha to stay.

The thought of leaving Peter has never even occurred to him. He only wants to lock the door but fuck that, he isn't leaving his son when he's looking at him like that.

"Oh, sweetheart," Tony murmurs, cupping the boy's face. "I'm not going anywhere, kiddo. Alpha's here, baby boy, alpha's right here..."

He pulls Peter into an embrace and his cock, hard and undeniable presses between them. He ignores it but Peter's body goes so still when he recognizes what exactly it is.

Instead of being repulsed, his sweet boy only clings onto him harder. His breath stutters in his chest and Peter tries to scent him once again.

"Dad, your scent– I can't…"

Tony tries to rub against his scent gland and his hand bumps against Peter's nose and soft lips.

He curses the fact that he wears that top of the line quality scent blocker.

"I need to wipe off the blockers," Tony tells Peter. "Lemme go to the bathroom– It'll just take a minute."

But Peter refuses to let him go. If anything, his grip tightens on his father and the soft little sounds that break Tony's heart.

Then Tony's entire body jolts in surprise when he feels something wet swipe over his skin. An alpha's scent gland isn't as sensitive as an omega's but for Tony, it's like sparks of pleasure that go straight to his already hard cock.

"I'll get it off, daddy…" Peter says, the words muffled as he licks his alpha's neck. The dexterous little muscle swipes slowly and carefully over Tony's skin, savoring the taste of flesh and sweat. Peter licks and licks, the sensation would be almost ticklish if Tony wasn't so turned on already.

Tony groans and now he's the one tightening his hold on his boy's shoulders.

"O-Oh–!" Peter moans out in pure bliss when his father's scent starts to emerge. He seals his small mouth over Tony's scent gland and sucks.

"F-Fuck!" Tony growls and shoves the boy away. It's enough that Peter falls back, panting and dazed. Drunk off from his father's scent.

The alpha stands, panting hard. His cock is so hard that it makes a noticeable tent in his expensive suit pants.

Peter blinks up at him with large doe eyes, mouth wet with spit. He's so innocent… Too innocent. He doesn't even know that doing that to his alpha father was so, so wrong.

Tony licks his dry lips, his gaze tracing over Peter's parted pink lips.

"Baby, this isn't something your dad should be doing to you," Tony growls. "I'm your father, Pete. You doing those things…"

His eyes go hooded and he cups the hard bulge between his legs. Peter's eyes follow the movement and he sways towards him as though he wanted to be the one touching him.

"There's consequences, kid," Tony tells him, voice hoarse with restraint. "When an omega marks an alpha like that… And especially when they're all sweet smelling with slick and heat… You know what that means, huh? You're asking to get fucked, Petey pie. You're asking to get fucked by your father… Is that what you want? Cause that's what you're telling me."

His son's eyes grow even wider and his hand, which was resting on his thigh, inches subconsciously between his legs. Slick has drenched his inner thighs and his little cock has left a wet spot a little higher up.

"I–I…" Peter stutters softly as though unsure of what to say. He squeezes his eyes shut just when his hand flutters over his cock.

That's when Tony makes his move. He sinks one knee into the couch and sinks his fingers into his boy's messy curls. A harsh tug has Peter's eyes flying open.

"Ah–!" He stares at Tony with hungry eyes, shameless lust making his sweet boy look so alluring like a siren. Like an omega desperate to get fucked.

"You do want it," Tony groans in triumph. "You want daddy's hard cock in your sweet hole… You want your father to fill you up with the seed that made you."

Peter gasps softly but he doesn't deny it. Tony lays his hand over the omega's between his legs and he presses down to feel the hard shape of his son's cock.

"Dad…" Peter moans, begs, hips twitching up towards their combined touch.

"I made a slutty little omega, didn't I?" Tony says as he continues to touch him. "Slutty little boy just gagging for it. I bet you even planned this…"

The omega whines and he even shakes his head.

"Didn't mean to, dad… I didn’t– didn't know!" He gasps. "Thought I was just getting sick…"

"Hmm…" Tony gives him the benefit of the doubt but even if Peter's early heat was an accident, it doesn't change things. His sweet baby has no idea what he's in for by enticing his father like this.

Peter's barely hanging on, leaning towards his father with that sweet mouth of his trembling. God, Tony wants to ravish him and now, he has his chance.

Tony drags the boy's hand from where they were pressing down on his little cock. He brings it to where his own cock, much larger and intimidating, is aching to be released.

"Take it out, Pete…" Tony commands him. "Take out my cock. See for yourself what you're asking for…"

"Dad…" The way it's said is like a breathless prayer.

Tony waits patiently while Peter fumbles with his button. The boy's eyes are glued to where he's working to obey the command.

"That's it, baby… Go on… See what Daddy has for you," Tony murmurs when Peter unbuttons his pants, revealing the alpha's underwear. Those are quickly tugged down by shaking hands.

He's so hard that his cock smacks against his boy's face when he's uncovered. The startled sound that leaves Peter's mouth has the alpha groaning and tugging him closer by his hair.

Peter moans as he goes along with it. His father's hot flesh rubs against his nose, his cheek… The deep, undeniable scent of an aroused alpha… His own father…

"What do you think, baby?" Tony groans. "This is what you wanted… Your daddy's cock right in front of your face. Little pervert. Think it'll fit inside?"

Every word has Peter's face turn redder and redder but Tony knows his son well. He's only getting more excited. Yeah… His boy's a pervert, just like his father.

The boy's brows scrunch together like he's actually trying to figure out if it will.

"It's really big, dad…" Peter murmurs in reply. He mouths along the length, unprompted. His pink lips look so obscene on Tony's hard cock.

Tony's fingers run through his hair, soothing him. Already, the proximity of an alpha nearby, aroused and ready to breed, has calmed his son's instincts.

"Get it wet, Pete," Tony instructs, "get a good scenting in… It'll get you wetter… Get you ready for my cock. You'll need it."

Peter's such a good omega and an even better son. He tries so hard to fulfill his father's requests, fitting his cute mouth over Tony's intimidating cock. Those soft lips suck on his cockhead and the alpha groans, hips nudging forward to feed more of his length into his son's mouth.

Tony can tell right away that his son has never done this before.

Good.

Their eyes never leave one another as Peter tries to suck him off. His son's mouth feels nice and warm but soon, Tony wants something else. He wasn't to finish the job and get a good breeding in.

Peter may have gotten some coherency back, but without a good proper knot plugging him up, his heat would only grow worse the longer he went without.

It isn't long before Tony pulls him off but Peter whines and tries to get Tony's cock back in his mouth. The alpha holds him back even when he'd like nothing more than to sink his cock back into his son's mouth.

He tugs the boy onto his feet and Peter stands on wobbly legs. He pulls the boy towards where his desk is and doesn't say a word before he's clearing the surface with a sweep of his hand. Papers, documents, probably even million dollar deals, all scatter to the floor in a mess but Tony doesn't flinch.

He hears Peter gasp behind him but when he turns towards his son, he cocks a brow at him.

"Go on, sweetheart," Tony encourages him. "Time to get bred."

He pumps his hard cock, distributing all the precum that's leaked out along with Peter's spit.

His son trembles as he bends over his dad's desk. He's still fully clothed and Tony tsks in disapproval.

"Can't get fucked like that," Tony says offhandedly. "Take your shirt off, kid."

Peter obeys. The shirt goes and Tony admires the lines of light muscle work beneath pale skin. Then he steps up close, arms circling Peter's waist from behind so he can undo the omega's pants. Unlike Peter's clumsy attempts, Tony has them unbuttoned and unzipped effortlessly.

He pulls his son's pants down along with his boxers. His fingers skim along Peter's flanks and thighs. It makes his boy shiver from anticipation.

Tony can smell the slick so close and he can't resist parting the boy's cheeks and getting a good look at his son's twitching hole.

"Fuck…" Tony breathes as he takes it in. Perfect and pink… It's so tiny that Tony, for one moment, wonders if he'll be able to fulfill his promise of having Peter take his knot.

His son has such a cute little hole for him.

Peter squirms under Tony's hands.

"Dad…" Peter whines softly. "D-Don't stare like that…"

Tony looks up to find Peter looking over his shoulder. The flush has traveled down his neck, across his shoulders, and further down his chest.

"Why not, sweetheart?" Tony murmurs, moving closer to that virgin hole. "I'm just looking… Gotta make sure you can take me but I know you can… I made you, didn't I? Made you just for myself..."

Even with just a glance, he knows Peter can. it'll be a tight fit, for sure, but his son's leaking so much slick… It's dripping from that pretty untouched hole and leaving wet trails along his thighs.

He has a brief fantasy of just eating his boy out for hours until Peter cries. He thinks Peter might cry if he even tries for a minute, he's so squirmy and desperate for cock.

"When I'm done with you… You're gonna be so full of cum, Pete… Gonna give you a little belly and lick it all out of you…" Tony promises. He kisses Peter's cheek before he stands, still palming the round globes of his ass.

"But first things first…" Tony sighs when he places his cock right between Peter's cheeks. He sandwiches it, groaning when he starts to rub against his boy.

"Oh– Oh, please…" Peter holds so still and even reaches back to hold himself open. "Please, daddy… ease… Need you to fuck me and come inside… Please, come inside me..."

Tony angles his cock so it rubs right against Peter's virgin hole. Then he teases him a bit, nudging against the pink rim but not quite pushing in yet.

"Yeah? You want daddy to come inside here?" Tony teases, "Not only do you want your father's cock inside you… You want me to creampie this pretty hole of yours… How did my sweet little boy turn into such a slutty omega…"

Peter groans when he feels it. His body instinctively rocks back to try to take it but Tony's hand clamps down on his waist.

"Just you, dad…" Peter swears, "wanted daddy to be my alpha… Wanted daddy to make me his o-omega wife…"

"Naughty…" Tony hisses. " Dirty little slut… Can't believe you're begging for the cock that made you…"

It only has his son moaning, squirming and trying to get his father to put it in all the way. As much as Tony would love to tease him, he has needs too. He finally pushes the tip of his cock in but only the tip. All that wetness allows it to slide in like he belonged there.

"Mmph…!" Peter cries out at the stretch. "D-Dad…!"

Tony groans at the tight little hole trying to suck him in.

"Gonna give it to you, kid…" Tony pants, "Gonna stretch out this little hole… Ride you hard and come deep inside. Fucking slutty little omega… Wanted Daddy to fuck your virgin little hole, well, now you have it…"

"Daddy's cock…" Peter groans. He's panting hard, gasping wetly when Tony starts to push in. His boy clenches down on him in the most sweetest hold and Peter's voice just begs him to keep going. "Daddy's cock feels… so… good…"

"Yeah, that's it, Pete…" Tony growls, "My perfect omega… So hungry for your father's cock and cum…"

"Oh–! Please, dad…" Peter begs, "I need it so bad…"

Tony groans, he only manages to push in halfway before he starts to pull out. In the next second, he sinks back in, working his cock in inch by inch.

Peter's so wet inside that the sound of his cock moving through all that slick echoes in the room. It's obscene.

He's fucking his son. His sweet Peter. He's fucking him raw and he's being begged to finish inside.

A thought pops up.

"Baby…" Tony groans into his ear. He holds still, his cock buried inside Peter's body with just a few inches still left outside. "You didn't take your pill, did you…"

Peter freezes beneath him and that gives Tony his answer. No birth control, no suppressants. Absolutely nothing to stop Tony from getting his boy pregnant. And Peter had been begging him to do it.

Tony is fucking his young, fertile omega son.

"Fuck…" Tony growls and it's the last straw. He shoves in all the way, unrelenting and harsh until his hips smack against his son's round ass.

Peter cries out, fingernails scratching against polished wood.

"Fuck, you really are an omega slut!" Tony grips Peter's hips hard, unwilling to let him escape his punishing thrusts. "Daddy's little fuckhole… That's what you are, Peter, baby… Daddy's little cumdump… So desperate to keep daddy yourself that you're trying to get knocked up… Probably want it so bad, huh? Want daddy to cream inside you so you'll get knocked up with your own siblings…"

"Uhhnn–" Peter tries to speak but all that comes out of him are high pitched squeals and cries. Tony doesn't even care because he knows the truth.

Fucking Peter is an experience. His tight little hole clings onto his father's cock, squeezing and massaging… Begging Tony to pop his knot.

"Don't worry, baby," Tony groans while he's hammering inside. "We'll get this flat little belly of yours nice and round today… Get you knocked up on your dad's cum like you want…"

"Mm– T-thank you, daddy…" Peter cries out. "Thank you…!"

"Don't thank me yet," Tony breathes with a soft chuckle. His hips slap against Peter's round bottom, turning the cheeks a pretty pink. "Still gotta knot you, kid…"

Peter doesn't understand what he means by that but Tony shows him. Now that Tony knows his son's unprotected, his new mission is to get as much cum as possible in his boy. That means multiple knottings. Tony won't even fuck his mouth until he's sure his son is knocked up.

He starts to rut even though it's much too early for that. He needs to come inside. Needs to fill Peter up until he's not only leaking slick but leaking his father's cum.

"Dad…" Peter gasps when he feels the knot.

"Yeah… That's daddy's knot, baby…" Tony groans. "Daddy's knot that he's gonna put inside you…"

Tony ruts against his son, groaning hotly against his nape when Peter's little rim encourages the knot to grow. And it does… It grows larger and larger, straining the limits of Peter's body because stony is still fucking him… It's only at the last second that stony shoves in hard and settles the knot deep where it belongs.

"Dad…!" Peter cries out when Tony starts to come.

Tony doesn't hear him… His vision whites out, blood roaring in his ears when his orgasm rushes through him. Load after load of virile seed gets dumped right into his baby's unprotected body

The alpha gives a harsh moan of completion, hips still rocking minutely.

When he comes to, Peter is squirming beneath him. He's come so much that he could feel his release, squishing around him, blood hot and thick.

"You came inside…" Peter says. It's breathless and awed as though he didn't really think his father would

Tony nips his ear, licking around the shell.

"Mm… Gonna keep doing it," Tony promised. "This slutty hole is mine now, kid… You're mine now."

"Yes, daddy…" Peter breathes out.

Tony reaches between the boy's leg and ours when he finds wetness there.

"Good boy… Coming on your alpha's knot…" Tony praises. He starts to slowly stroke the soft little omega cock. As a result, Peter squirms and his body massages Tony's knot.

"D-Dad…" Peter stutters. "'m sensitive…"

Tony smirks. "I know, baby… But we gotta make you come a lot… Helps with getting pregnant. You do wanna get pregnant, don't you…?"

Peter whimpers but doesn't try to squirm out if Tony's hold.

"I do…"

"Then trust daddy, Pete…"

"Okay, daddy…"

They end up staying the night at the office. Peter's heat mellows out before it spikes again and he ends up riding his dad while he's sitting at his desk.

Tony finds out that Peter makes the most delicious sounds when he's bouncing on his cock… It doesn't help that Tony whispers what a dirty slut his son is…

"No, don't stop, baby…" Tony pulls him up and down effortlessly. "Damage already done… How many loads did I put in you? two? Three?"

By the fourth, they've lost count. By the fifth, Tony has to fuck Peter on the couch, the boy tucked away in his arms while his hips hump away.

Peter's barely conscious. He's so tired, so fucked out, but his body demands more and more.

Tony's hand rests on Peter's belly, curving over the slight bulge that forms. It gives the alpha such great satisfaction, knowing that he's stuffed his son full. Every thrust has his cum squelching out, ruining the couch beneath them.

Neither of them care. Peter lays limp and content, his hole worked loose by the constant fucking.

He barely makes a sound when Tony knots him again. He does whimper when he feels more cum being released inside.

"Feel… full… dad…" Peter groans. His hole has to be sore, it's definitely red from being fucked but he's an omega. He's made for this.

Even so, he whimpers in relief when his dad pulls out. The emptiness feels wrong but then he cries out and his eyes fly open.

Tony is between his legs, his beard scratching against his sensitive skin. A gentle tongue runs over his puffy hole, scooping up the combined taste of cum and slick.

With trembling hands, Peter holds his knees to his chest, holding himself open for his father as Tony does as he pleases. His little omega cock twitches but that's all it does.

He ends up coming dry just from the sensation of his dad's tongue fucking into him.

And when his father puts his cock back inside, Peter only groans softly and holds on tight.

Their first kiss tastes of cum and slick… but Peter wouldn't have it any other way.

[the107thh]

Written for @starkly as a part of the Starker Kink Exchange 2020 ( @starkerkink) This was a ton of fun to write and I hope you love it! 💕

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Summary: He felt his cock twitch in the tight constrains of his jeans, a wave of nauseous arousal swelling in him at the thought. And that, well, that was new. Tony had certainly never thought about fucking his son before, but now that he was… and now that his son was Peter… there was something shamefully hot about the situation, about the thought of fucking his own kid. 

Tags: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Accidental Incest, Established Relationship, Implied Age Difference, Blowjobs, Dirty Talk, Face-Fucking, Spitting, Praise Kink, Wet & Messy, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Mild Size Kink, Coming Untouched

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Tony knew the rumors- he had heard the whispers, the murmured implications about his and Peter’s relationship. He’d been in the spotlight for too long to miss it, to be blind to what others said about him. But he also knew how to ignore it. Too much had been said about Tony Stark throughout his life, too many nasty, hurtful things, for the little rumors to affect him any more.

Peter, though, he was new to this. Sweet, doe-eyed Peter had never experienced the vitriol that an angry reporter could come up with, or the baseless accusations that a paparazzo would hurl to get a reaction, and those same whispers hurt him, hit him somewhere deep.

That was what made Tony do it, had made him anonymously send off a sample of their saliva to be DNA tested. He would do anything to protect Peter… and this seemed like the next natural step.

Because it wasn’t just their age gap that had caught the press’ attention, it was that coupled with Tony’s practically unaccounted for, but certainly promiscuous, twenties. Their matching brown eyes didn’t help, and neither did the distinctive slope of their noses, or any other of a million traits that the press had pointed out.

The evidence was damn near undeniable, but Tony knew better. He would’ve known if he had a kid, if he’d gotten some girl pregnant. Plus, Mary Parker had been married, a good girl, and Tony didn’t fuck married women… most of the time. Either way, Peter wasn’t his kid, no matter how much he called the older man Daddy, and Tony was going to prove it.

He’d set the manila envelope on top of a dozen others scattered on his desk, unopened and waiting for Peter to arrive after his classes were over. Tony already felt guilty about sending the samples off without telling his boyfriend, and he figured the least he could do was have them open the results together.

So he waited.

He got lost in a million other projects that needed his attention, hunched over his desk and music blaring.

Soon enough, Tony’s concentration was broken by the quiet ding of the elevator, and Peter bounding into the workshop. He immediately went over to the older man, drawing him into a gentle embrace as he pressed their lips together.

“Hey sweetheart,” Tony murmured, pulling Peter closer and tightening his arms around the boy. “Gotta surprise for you.”

“Mm, yeah?” Peter replied, pulling back to make eye contact, smiling gently as he spoke, “Got a present for me?”

“Not quite,” Tony drew back, reluctantly breaking the embrace to reach for the manila envelope sitting innocuously on his desk, “Thought we could finally put those rumors to rest, get some reporters off our back.”

Peter chuckled, sliding the envelope open with one slim finger. He pulled out the results, skimming over the printed words before his face suddenly went pale.

“Tony… this, this isn’t funny,” Peter whispered, a splotchy flush rising on his cheeks.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Tony asked, brow furrowed in confusion at Peter’s reaction.

“It… it says you’re my Dad. That… that can’t be right.”

Tony grabbed the paper from Peter’s weak grasp, scanning his eyes over the paper- and- “Fuck.”

He looked up to see Peter staggering away from him, trembling as he moved towards the couch that sat in the middle of the workshop.

Peter sat down heavily, shock radiating from every pore. “You… you’re actually my dad,” He looked up at Tony, cheeks flushed and eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“Baby-“ Tony began, voice low and hoarse, “It’s gonna be okay, we… we-“ But he didn’t know how to finish that sentence, didn’t know what exactly they were going to do. Because what did you do when you found out that your boyfriend, the man you love, the man you’ve been fucking, is actually your son?

He felt his cock twitch in the tight constrains of his jeans, a wave of nauseous arousal swelling in him at the thought. And that, well, that was new. Tony had certainly never thought about fucking his son before, but now that he was… and now that his son was Peter… there was something shamefully hot about the situation, about the thought of fucking his own kid.

But now certainly wasn’t the time to think about that, Peter was still hunched over on the couch, red faced and trembling, and Tony had to do something, anything, to fix it.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Tony murmured, moving to kneel at Peter’s feet. “It’s gonna be okay, we don’t have to tell anyone, we can just keep denying the rumors as best as we can.”

Peter nodded tremulously, still not daring to look up at the other man, so Tony did what he did best and kept rambling to fill the silence. “I love you, Pete, this isn’t going to change that. We can just keep doing what we have been, dating, and just… try to forget all of this.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Peter asked, voice quiet as he finally looked up at Tony. The older man’s heart stuttered in his chest, his whole body going cold with fear. “You… you want to break up with me?”

“No! Tony, God no. I mean…” Peter paused, clearing his throat nervously and reaching out for Tony’s hands, clutching them tightly within his own. “What if I don’t want to forget? What if I… like that you’re my Dad?”

Tony’s breath stutters again, but for a different reason this time, as he is suddenly, painfully, hard in his jeans. “You… you like that I’m your Dad?”

“I know it’s weird, I know… but, yeah?” The younger man shifts in his seat, but not nervously, like Tony had thought before… more like, like he was hard, like he was as desperate for it as Tony was. He could practically feel the tension filling the room, the mood changing as he shifted where he was kneeling. Before he could respond though, Peter kept talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it- it’s fucked up, I shouldn’t… be thinking like this, I just-“

“Peter, baby, it’s okay,” Tony interrupted, squeezing the young man’s hands tighter within his own.

“But it’s not!” Peter replied, frantic and breathy, “You probably think I’m some kind of… of freak, and I-“

And no, that’s not right, Peter’s freaking out, panicking, and Tony’s kneeling there hard in his jeans and he doesn’t know what else to say so instead of saying anything, he pulls Peter’s hand down, uncurling his fingers and pressing his hand into the stiffness of his cock.

Peter’s mouth closes with a snap, blinking confusedly as he stares up at Tony, “You…?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t… Maybe we shouldn’t be thinking like this, but I like it too, sweetheart,” Tony murmurs, pushing forward into the squeezing warmth of Peter’s, of his son’s, hand.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” Tony leaned forward, lips brushing against the curve of Peter’s ear as he whispered his next words to him. “Don’t know what it is, but I fucking love it, love the idea that you’re my son, that I’ve been fucking you with the cock that made you, and the whole goddamn time you’ve been calling me Daddy and we had no fucking clue.”

Peter moaned brokenly, twisting his head around to press his lips desperately against Tony’s, already needy and desperate as he melted into the kiss.

Tony returned the kiss viciously, licking and biting his way into Peter’s mouth as he pushed him to lay on the couch, pressing him into the cushions with his own weight.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Tony groaned, huffing out the words as he moved to bite along the tender skin of Peter’s neck, “Wanna get inside of you, wanna fuck that sweet little hole.”

“Please Daddy,” Peter mewled, pushing his hips up and into Tony’s, “‘M made for you, Daddy, made to take your cock.”

“Yeah you are baby boy, perfect little body, just for your Daddy- But that’s not what you wanna call me, is it? ‘Cause I’m not just your Daddy, am I, Pete?” Tony practically growled the words, pressing his hips down in a filthy grind that had Peter’s eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck,” Peter exclaimed, choking on the word as he twitched beneath the other man, already overwhelmed by sensation.

“Say it,” Tony murmured, lacing one hand into Peter’s hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to make eye contact, “Go on, baby, what do you wanna call me?”

The boy whined, clenching his eyes shut before choking out the words, “Dad, please, fuck me!”

“That’s it,” Tony growled, sinking his teeth into the tender expanse of skin between Peter’s shoulder and neck, “Beg for your Dad’s dick, baby, beg for the cock that made you.” He ran broad hands up the Peter’s sides, slipping them under his shirt and pulling, tugging until it was off, and Peter’s chest was bared beneath him.

He immediately turned his attention to the delicate buds of Peter’s nipples, sucking the left one into his mouth as the boy struggled for words beneath him.

Peter laced one hand into Tony’s hair, pulling him closer as he whined at the stimulation, “Please, Dad, want it so bad, ‘m so hard for you, I can’t- I can’t wait anymore, please!”

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, relishing in the shiver that wracked the boy’s body at the praise, “Your Dad’s gonna give it to you, don’t worry sweetheart.” He pulled back reluctantly, kneeling over Peter with a knee on each side of his hips. Peter looked wrecked already, flushed and wanting, his lips spit slick and swollen.

“So pretty for me sweetheart…” Tony ran his hands down the pale expanse of Peter’s sides, savoring the feeling of the smaller boy beneath him. “Wanna suck my cock, baby boy? Wanna get a taste of your Dad’s dick?”

Peter mewled at the thought, gripping Tony’s hips and leaning forward eagerly, desperate for whatever he could get from the older man.

“Easy, baby, Daddy’s gonna give you what you need.” Tony shuffled forward, moving to press Peter’s shoulders into the couch with his knees, before unzipping his jeans and pulling out his throbbing cock, dripping already with precum. “Open up for me sweetheart.”

Immediately, Peter opened his mouth, extending his tongue and looking up at his Dad with pleading eyes. Tony leaned forward, slipping two fingers into the wet warmth of his mouth and spreading them into a V, stretching Peter’s cheeks and framing his tongue with his fingers. “Good boy,” he murmured, before spitting directly into his mouth. Peter whined at the feeling, bucking beneath Tony’s weight.

Tony withdrew his fingers, wiping the spit on them alongside Peter’s jaw before thrusting his cock into the boy’s open mouth before he had a chance to swallow. Peter immediately moaned around the intrusion, eliciting a responding groan from the man above him.

“That’s it, baby, take it for me, take your Dad’s cock,” Tony thrusted shallowly in and out of the boy’s mouth, letting him get used to the sensation before pushing deeper, beginning to fuck Peter’s face in earnest. Spit was seeping out of the corners of Peter’s mouth, slicking the slide of his Dad’s cock as he fucked his face. Tears were pooling in his eyes, beginning to trickle down his face before Tony reached down, smearing the wetness across the boy’s face before pushing all the way down, burying himself in the warmth of Peter’s throat.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Tony grunted, grinding deeper as Peter choked helplessly around his cock, “Gotta be careful or you’re gonna make me cum, and I have plans for that sweet cunt of yours.” He pulled out of the boy’s mouth, wiping the spit slick head of his cock across the plumpness of Peter’s lower lip.

Peter whined at the loss, looking pleadingly up at Tony. “Hush baby, gotta get at that sweet little hole now.” The older man shifted, yanking off Peter’s jeans and groaning at the sight of his hard and flushed cock, and the way it curved up to bump against his toned stomach. “Beautiful, baby boy, should’ve known you were my son all along, with a pretty cock like that.”

”Fuck,” Peter groans, his voice choked and hoarse with arousal. “Please Dad, I-“

“Hush baby, your Dad’s gonna take care of you,” Tony gripped Peter’s hips, rough and bruising, and pulled the boy up, tilting him until he was balanced on his shoulders, pressed into the couch with his legs resting on his Dad’s shoulders. “Just gotta get my mouth on you first, taste my son’s sweet little cunt.” Peter mewled, canting his hips up further, eagerly opening himself for his Dad.

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, hushed and reverent before he leaned forward to lap across the twitching pucker of Peter’s hole, grinning at the moan it pulled from the boy. He licked sloppily around his opening, moaning at the taste in a way that has Peter’s toes curling, his heels pressing harder into the broadness of Tony’s back.

The older man is hungry, greedy as he pushes his tongue into Peter, making a mess of them both with his spit before reaching up to add a finger, pressing slowly into Peter’s warmth.

His son whines at the intrusion, pushing back in a silent plea for more.

“Fuck, Pete, wanted to take my time, give this pussy what it deserves,” Tony groans, shifting to lower Peter back down, splaying his legs open and making a space for himself between them. “But it’s too greedy, huh? You need your Dad’s cock too bad for that.”

Peter nods frantically, wrapping his legs around his Dad and pulling him closer. “Give it to me now, please?”

“Let me stretch you out a bit more, baby, still too tight to take your Dad’s big cock,” As he spoke Tony was leaning over, grabbing the bottle of lube that they had stashed under the couch after one too many lube-less workshop trysts. He quickly lubed up two fingers, sliding them into the tight warmth of Peter’s ass, already loosened from Tony’s tongue.

Tony knows its probably too much too fast, but he also knows that neither of them care, that they’re too worked up and too on edge for anything that’s not rough and on the verge of too much. Peter moans, murmuring pleas and curses as he pushed back against Tony’s hand, nearly incoherent with the need for more.

He scissored his fingers, stretching the boy as best as he could with what patience he had left. “Wanna take me now, sweetheart? Hmm? Wanna feel your Dad’s cock stretch that tight little hole?”

“Fuck, Dad,” Peter whined, cock twitching visibly at the thought, “Please, wanna feel your big cock stretch me out.”

Tony groaned at the thought, swiftly withdrawing his fingers to lube up his throbbing cock instead. He gripped himself firmly, lining himself up before pushing into Peter, moaning at the tight squeeze of his son around his cock.

“That’s it,” Tony murmured, panting as he buried himself in Peter, the boy’s eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned, clenching tightly around his Dad. “Take it all for me, baby.”

“It’s so big, Dad,” Peter whined, his words slurred with pleasure, “‘M so full.” Tony grunted at his words, beginning to fuck roughly in and out of him, the slick squelch of lube and spit filling the room. He tilted his hips as he did, pulling and arranging the boy so that he was nailing his prostate on each thrust.

Peter practically screamed at the sensation, clutching Tony’s arms and digging his nails into the firmness of the muscle there.

“Yeah? You like how your Dad’s cock fills you up?” Tony questioned, tightening his grip on the boys hips, pulling him back against him to meet his thrusts, changing the pace into something quick, brutal. Peter nodded helplessly flushed and thrashing beneath the older man. “’S gonna make me cum, Dad, ‘m gonna cum on your cock.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, wanna feel it, wanna feel you cum on the cock that made you,” Tony growled out, feeling his own orgasm building within him at the thought, at the anticipation of seeing his son cum just from his Dad’s cock fucking him.

Peter cried out, cursing as he threw his head back, cock spurting untouched between them as he came. He clenched down around Tony as he did, causing the older man to quicken his thrusts before he came, filling up his son as he groaned out his own release.

Tony leaned down, hips still twitched helplessly as he connected their lips in a sloppy kiss, exchanging air more than anything else but content in the intimacy anyways.

“Love you, Tony,” Peter murmured, lacing his fingers through the older man’s hair before pulling him closer.

“Love you too, Pete,” Tony replied, grinning, relieved and sated with his son in his arms.

[p-parkerthespiderboy]

My gift for @brian-writes-starker for the Starker Kink Exchange @starkerkink. Omegaverse sub Alpha!Tony and dom Beta!Peter <3 I wrote it all in just 2 hours but it was fun!!<br/>

Peter was going to lose his chance if he wasn’t careful. 

He had been watching Tony now for the last few weeks. He noticed how the Alpha had seemed to be getting more and more agitated by the day. His rut would be starting soon and he would be more irritable than ever. 

Peter watched with interest as Steve leaned over to talk to Tony and saw the other Alpha stiffen up.  He got up and moved over to push the blonde away. 

“Tony, can I have a moment?” 

Peter tugged the now even more fuming Alpha from the other. His nostrils were flaring and he was staring at Peter with wild blown eyes. 

Yes, it was now or never, Pete. The younger boy swallowed and pushed up on his toes and kissed the older man. The man grabbed him hard by the waist, but Peter pushed back, pushing Tony against the wall. He took over the kiss, not even caring if the others could see them. He stood as tall as he could to kiss the Alpha, feeling a hard large cock pressed to his thigh and he grinned as he pulled away. 

Tony stared at him and took his hand and tugged him down the hallway and looked up to the ceiling. 

“Friday, order everyone out. Now.” He pulled Peter back to him and Peter used his strength to push the Alpha off and backwards to the bed. 

Tony watched him with big eyes, not sure if he could believe what he was seeing. 

The Beta moved and pushed Tony backwards and stood tall over him and took his chin into his hand. 

“Let me take care of you.” Peter smiled and suddenly, Tony felt like pudding in the younger Beta’s hands. Then Peter was kissing him again and moving to unbutton his shirt. 

Tony watched the small fingers move over his clothes, his hands able to move after a minute to help Peter out of his. Peter could have easily passed as an Omega with his small thin frame but the defined abs and strength proved the fact that he wasn’t.

Peter soon had Tony, his mentor, naked under him and he felt like the luckiest man on earth. He moved and kissed over Tony’s chest, the Alpha laying back and letting the other taste him. His own hands moved into the light honey brown hair, tugging lightly as the boy kissed all over on Tony’s body. Tony was panting as Peter moved lower, the boy kissing over his hip. He was staring at the large cock that was already leaking, sitting perfectly against Tony’s stomach.

Peter hummed as he kissed his way to the prize. The hand in his hair tugged a little bit more as he pressed the slightest pressure of lips to the head of Tony’s cock, the man beneath the Beta moaning. Peter grinned and took his time. Despite the hand tight in his hair and strong hips pushing up for more, Peter pushed Tony’s hips back down and wrapped his lips around him, sucking him slowly.

Peter moaned around him as he worked. Tony’s hips shook as Peter worked and the boy pulled him up and took the hand from his hair. 

The Beta had a wicked look in his eyes and Tony felt his hand being pushed to the bed, his cock jutting when he watched webbing shoot from Peter’s wrist to his own and he was only able to flex his fingers. Peter repeated the process with the other hand before moving his mouth back to Tony’s cock, sucking the Alpha down and he heard the older man swear as his hips still chased after the pleasure. 

Tony whimpered and his hands were held tight on the bed, caught under the sticking web. He rolled his hips a bit faster and Peter pulled off of Tony’s cock and looked up to him, his hand moving over Tony slowly. 

“You- Pete… Please.”

Peter grinned as his hand moved ever so slowly. 

“Already begging me? Here I thought Alphas didn’t beg. Perhaps I should see how long I can make this last.” 

Tony moaned and panted under him, his head tossed back against the bed, his hips moving trying to catch the hand pleasuring him. Peter watched in delight as Tony was such a whimpering mess already and he moved his fingers to brush the large knot at the base of Tony’s cock. Oh, yes, the Alpha was definitely beyond needy at this point. 

Tony shook under Peter. When the Beta touched his knot, it was almost too much and then he felt that hot mouth wrap back around his cock. Tony just about mewled for the other man. When he felt both hands wrap around the knot and how Peter swallowed around him, Tony let out a loud undignified noise.

“Peter, Pete, kid, please. Oh,f fuck, please–! Fuck, your mouth on me– Peter!”

Peter moaned at the Alpha’s words and moved his mouth up and down as the other continued to beg and moan. Tony’s hands  were tight under his webbing and tight on the bed as Peter moved his head. A hand around the knot pumped it over as he took him in his mouth. 

Tony was so close. Peter could feel it in the knot, how it became a little more taut in his hand that was moving and squeezing over the large swollen part. Peter moaned and blinked, his eyes moving up to catch the sight of Tony looking down at him and that’s when the first bit hit the back of his throat.

Tony was lost when those amber eyes hit him, full of lust and need, and he felt himself overcome in orgasm. He felt how Peter swallowed and worked his knot to help him through and he moaned softly. Peter hummed and pulled off after he felt Tony flag a bit in his hand and held him, knowing the Alpha was far from done despite his orgasam.

Peter watched him and smiled softly while Tony wiggled his bound fingers. “Do you mind fixing these? I promise to be good.” Peter chuckled softly and reached to pull at the webbing stuck to the bed and cleaned up Tony’s hands before the Alpha was pulling him up to kiss his mouth deeply. The older man’s hands moved over his body and to Peter’s hard cock. 

“Mind if I helped you out a bit, darling?”

Peter grinned and shook his head. He pushed back up to him and kissed him as Tony touched over him. 

“Ah, Tony, yes, please?” 

Tony grinned and moved his hand in slow gentle strokes and moved up over the Beta. His cock pushed against Peter’s thigh and he leaned over, kissing the younger man’s neck. 

“Mind if I have you?” Tony purred in his ear.

Peter tugged at him wrapped his legs around him and kissed him deeply. He shifted his hips and shook his head again and moved his hands over down Tony’s back. 

Peter shifted under the other man, his cock hard and aching where it was trapped with Tony’s hand or stomach. The Alpha reached over to the bedside table and pulled out some lube. Peter watched in fascination as Tony moved his hand up to Peter’s ass and the boy made a beautiful sound from under him. 

Peter smiled and lifted his hips to the hand currently teasing lube over his hole before he felt a digit move ever so gently into his body. Peter groaned as the finger moved and he felt the tip of a second one at his hole. Peter moaned and arched for the Alpha, moaning and cupping his face. 

“Come on, I can take my big Alpha, come on and give it to me.” 

Tony moaned and shifted, lifting Peter’s leg and freeing his fingers before he slowly  pushed into the other with a soft growl. He bottomed out and kissed Peter before the younger man rolled them over. 

“I told you, I can take it!” Tony watched, a bit of shock hitting him once more as Peter placed his hands on Tony’s chest and started rolling his hips. Tony’s hands held his thighs, watching as the boy moved and he moaned out loudly. 

“Fuck, Peter, you’re so beautiful.”

Peter grinned and moved faster, shifting his own hips and letting out a squeak as he felt Tony’s cock filling up every inch of him. Tony felt the sudden urge to take over, gripping Peter’s hips and pulled the boy down harshly and Peter moaned and snapped his hips again. 

“Like this? You gotta ask nicely, Mister Stark.”

Tony growled and his nails scraped over Peter’s thighs roughly, causing the boy to moan loudly and rock himself with gusto. The Beta snapped his hips more and Tony moaned. “Yes, Peter, just like that, more of that, please– Fuck, you feel so good!”

Peter moaned and moved faster on the older Alpha’s cock, his own cock bouncing between them. Tony reached out and stroked Peter with the boy’s wild thrusts. “You gonna come for me, Spidey? That’s it, come for me.”

Peter whimpered and whined before he painted Tony’s stomach and chest white.  Tony turned them back over once more to take his fill of the boy and Peter gasped and moaned and reached up, grabbing Tony’s neck. This kid was full of surprises. “Fill me.”

Tony moaned and let out a gasp that was cut off by a strong hand holding his neck and he felt his hips stutter as he came again and panted above Peter. The boy let go of his neck and looked at him with a lopsided grin. “Good Alpha, now, leave the mess and come hold me.”

Tony scoffed, pulling out of the boy slowly so he could move up and tug the other one close. Peter grinned and kissed the top of his chest softly. 

“Hmm, very good, Mister Stark. Now, let’s rest.” 

Tony rolled his eyes before he closed them. It wasn’t too bad, letting Peter be in charge. It was actually quite nice compared to the other sex he had in his lifetime. One could get used to this.

[starkerkink]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Johnny Storm (mentioned) Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Barebacking, Established Relationship, Married Starker, Fantastic Four mentioned, Kink Exchange, Prompt Fill, Jealous Tony, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Top Tony, Bottom Peter, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Peter Parker, Anal Fingering, Smut, Sex, Blowjobs, Iron Man Gauntlet, watch gauntlet, Inappropriate Use of Iron Man Tech, Begging, they're sweet and in love, Spit As Lube, Name-Calling, Panties, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Starker Kink Exchange 2020, Possessive Tony Stark Summary:

Tony chuckled, and it made a heat pool in Peter’s gut. “Good boy. But, you see, I’m having a little trouble believing that. I think you might need to be reminded.”

Peter licked his lips, his mouth having gone dry. “Reminded of what?”

Tony brought his hand down slowly. “I think you need to be reminded of…” He used his body as cover and grabbed Peter’s ass harshly, but carefully out of view from any prying eyes. Peter had to bite his lip to hold back the whimper that was threatening to escape. “Who exactly this ass belongs to.”

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For @jeranasblog