Yes I do ship starker, as well as Peter with many other characters! And I know that some of them have never even met lmao, but blame tumblr and ao3 for it!
I also do rp! I rp as Peter, bottom of course, both sub and dom!
I’d love to write some starker fics, as well for the other ships, but I’m already very behind with fics for my main blog so… 🫠 for now, I’ll just do little thoughts and stuff
I feel like we as starker fans underestimate the power of a sir kink. like 9/10 times i’ll be reading a smut fic and it’ll nearly always have a daddy kink in it, but what about a sir kink!
think of peter who has always called tony mr stark ever since he was a kid, but now he’s in tony’s bed it just slips out out of habit, him moaning at the peak of his orgasm “Sir!” and doesn’t that just throw tony off the edge as well.
Tony pulled into his private area to park the car. When he stopped on the spot, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned the radio off. The headlights went off, the engine died, but Tony still stayed inside the car. He was sitting still in the darkness and quietness of the cabin, as if he were hiding behind tinted glass. As if he hadn’t returned to his own place but was waiting for some kind of dangerous offender coming down to catch and detain him.
Or as if he was preparing to commit the felony himself.
Even if society wouldn’t consider his actions a crime— not anymore, at least— it still felt like he was doing something really wrong. Something that promised him fire and brimstone after he died. Or even before...
The kid had already become a grown man, truly and completely adult, and Tony hadn’t given him an unacceptable glance, let alone anything more, before he had become... legal. But the age gap between them was and would always be the same. It was no doubt constant shit.
And as a responsible and rational senior, he had to make the decision based on his strength of character. But while he was sitting in the car’s cabin in the dark, his backbone didn’t feel so... impressive. He felt… hollow. Leaking. Fading. And already guilty for the things he knew he would do. He felt as if his spine had turned to liquid and all his strength had drained away.
He felt old. Greedy. And perverted for sure.
He shouldn’t have let the glances, the flirting, the conversations happen from the very start. He should have cut all of it off when he first noticed Peter’s real interest. That was exactly what common sense should have made you feel when someone so young looked at you like that: to politely and nicely but unambiguously reject them.
And what had Tony done? The opposite, of course. Everything to encourage and prolong the ongoing process of love and lust developing.
Old goat. Old fart.
The only good and essential thing he had done was insist on going at Peter’s comfortable pace since he was the younger and more inexperienced one. The bare minimum.
His love for Peter was enormous. He had found him the most valuable thing in his life for the past few years.
And still, Tony was aware of who he had been and who he was. He knew himself very well. He ruined anything he touched. He destroyed it with his own hands. His love was greedy and yet detached. His feelings were always devouring but cold as an Arctic winter and tight enough to choke like a scratchy woollen scarf.
He was 'Stark', for the God's sake!
He wanted to cry when he thought about it. But he wasn’t that pitiful towards himself.
Tony, like a deadly virus, wished to grow inside a warm body offering him love, acceptance and shelter, and spread infected cells inside it. Giving him enough time always ended with painful surgery to cut the tumour out along with some perfectly healthy parts. Look at Pepper.
‘You just need someone resilient, Mr. Stark. A man in good shape. And I’m one of the best candidates, since I’m tough enough, don’t you think?’ he'd said.
Bloody yes, because he was the best. Stark couldn’t remember anyone even close to that except Rogers. But who cared about fucking Rogers?..
Tony neatly squeezed and unclenched his fingers on the steering wheel.
Touches could be unbelievably gentle. But Tony would make Peter bend. The boy might have unbelievable flexibility, but it only provoked the aggressive wish to push further. A desperate desire to explore the limitations and see the potential of his influence.
‘I know how to say “no”, okay? I promise, you have no chance of breaking me,’ he'd said.
But Tony had seen in those eyes full of puppy-like tenderness that the main problem was that he wouldn’t find a reason to say ‘no’. Because Tony cared about him and would never intentionally hurt him. But pushing boundaries so that what was uncomfortable yesterday becomes something they both desire tomorrow… that’s another story.
Tony was on the brink of starting the engine and leaving. Escaping from his own place and grabbing tickets to somewhere far away. Osaka or maybe Sydney. Throwing his phone into the ocean. Disappearing for a couple of years, until Peter found himself something better than... him.
But even the thought of letting the kid out of his sight made his guts ache.
What a bloody bastard he was, wasn’t he?..
Tony banged his forehead against the leather-covered steering wheel— once, twice, three times while kept repeating:
‘What a bloody bastard you are.’
He looked up and meet his own gaze in the rear-view mirror. He took a deep breath.
Tony gave the reflection his most charming smile and let the expression freeze on his face before getting out of the car and heading for the lift.
Peter was waiting upstairs. There was no point in making him feel neglected, especially considering that Tony wouldn’t be able to bring himself to let him go anyway.
Any and all paparazzi photos he finds of him that are him shirtless or his old nudes from his playboy days, Peter has them posted on his account, always talking about stroking his dong to those pics
He has a lot of followers who feel the exact same way, so he falls deeper into his habits because it’s practically a circle jerk of horniness lmfao
He also posts cum tributes, makes those phonk edits of his nudes and sex tapes. He posts videos of himself using dildos and captioning them with scenarios of him and Tony. He also gets a flashlight and practically jackhammers that shit imagining it’s Tony
CEO Tony Stark is stressed. Luckily his executive assistant, Peter Parker, is really good at his job. 18+.
"Good morning, Mr. Stark."
Tony’s secretary chirped as he exited the elevator. He didn’t respond. Just made a beeline for his office and slammed the door with such force everybody in the vicinity flinched. Everyone except Peter Parker.
“I’ll handle this.” The young man smoothed his tie and confidently walked into the CEO’s office, not bothering to knock.
His official job title executive assistant. But his actual job description was fuzzy. He’d started as an intern in the human resources department last year. But on the first day of his internship, he got lost on the way to the bathroom and somehow ended up on the executive floor.
Before he could fix his mistake, he made eye contact with Mr. Stark through his office window.
The next day, his work station was relocated to the executive floor. He conveniently sat right within Stark’s line of sight. The CEO could peer through the window and glare at Peter whenever he wanted. Which was often.
His internship slowly became less about information technology and more about doing whatever Stark needed. Or wanted.
It started with the cliche stuff. Coffee. Dry cleaning. Lunch. Then Stark started trusting him with the key to his house. Watering plants. Tidying his home office. Cleaning his pool (while Stark lounged on a pool chair while “working” on his laptop).
When he was finally promoted from intern to executive assistant, Peter’s responsibilities became…more personal. Like fixing Stark’s mood when he was having a bad day.
Stark didn’t look up from his computer as Peter entered his office. Peter could see the deep stress on his boss’s face, etched in dark lines.
“Can I help you, Peter?”
“I believe that’s my line, sir.”
“Hm.” He grunted.
“Mr. Stark.”
“Not now, kid.”
“Sir, with all due respect—”
“I said not now.”
“Tony.”
“What do you want, Peter?” Tony raised his voice, slamming his laptop shut with a bang. Peter looked unfazed.
“I want you to relax.” Peter stepped behind Tony’s big leather chair. He drummed delicate fingers on Stark’s shoulders—a silent, familiar request. The boss complied, raising his arms a little so Peter could remove his suit jacket.
Wearing a ruffled white collared shirt and a loosened tie, Tony settled back into the chair and sighed deeply as Peter began kneading his shoulders with practiced hands. He didn’t even bother stifling his moans as Peter pushed his fingers into all the right spots.
“Goodness, sir. You’re so tense.” He whispered, pushing extra hard on a spot between his shoulder and neck. “What’s got you so wound up?”
“Stuff.” Tony drawled as Peter delivered a full neck massage. The boy was a genius, chasing away a headache Stark didn’t even know he had. “Lots of stuff.”
“I figured as much,” Peter chuckled. “I can work out the rest of the tension in your back later. But I know you have a long day ahead of you. So if you’re okay with it, can I help you get your…head…right?”
“Sure, that’d be great, Pete.”
Several minutes later, Stark was thanking his lucky stars as Peter Parker kneeled between his legs, wearing nothing but a pair of white lacy underwear and a wide plug stretching his hole (“Property of Mr. Stark” engraved on the base).
Peter stared at Tony’s cock with reverence, like it was his favorite thing in the world.
The massive dick stood proud and thick against the open fly of Tony’s trousers. It was already flushed dark at the tip as a bead of precome glistened at the slit.
The sight made Peter’s mouth water like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
He leaned in slowl letting Tony feel the anticipation build. Warm breath ghosted over sensitive skin first. Tony hissed.
“Tease,” he muttered. Though he sounded delighted. Gently, he thread his fingers into Peter’s soft curls.
Peter smiled against the base of the shaft, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right where velvet skin met coarse hair. “M’not teasing, sir.” His lips brushed the thick vein that ran along the underside. “Can’t a boy take a moment to appreciate his favorite dick?”
He started low and worked his way up with soft kitten licks at first. Equal parts slutty and innocent, he traced every ridge and contour with the flat of his tongue. When he reached the crown he circled it lazily, lapping up the steady leak of precome like it was something precious. Tony’s hips gave the tiniest involuntary jerk.
“Fuck, Pete…”
Peter hummed in answer, the vibration traveling straight up Tony’s length. Then he finally parted his lips and took the head inside—slowly, so slowly—sealing his mouth around it and sucking gently, letting his tongue swirl in lazy figure-eights. He kept his eyes open, locked on Tony’s face the entire time, watching every flicker of pleasure across his face.
Tony’s thumb brushed tenderly along Peter’s cheekbone, a stark contrast to the filthy picture they made: CEO sprawled in his leather chair, trousers shoved down just enough, pretty young assistant on his knees in nothing but lace panties and a sparkling plug nestled deep inside him.
Peter sank lower.
Inch by inch he took more, cheeks hollowing as he created perfect suction. When the head bumped the back of his throat he didn’t flinch…just relaxed his muscles the way Tony had taught him months ago during one of their late-night “lessons” in his apartment. He breathed carefully through his nose and pushed forward until his lips were stretched wide around the base and his nose was buried in the neatly trimmed hair at Tony’s groin.
Tony groaned. “That’s it… good boy… fuck, look at you.”
Peter stayed there for a long moment, throat working rhythmically around the intrusion, swallowing repeatedly so Tony could feel the flutter of muscles milking him. Drool began to gather at the corners of his mouth, a thin silver thread connecting his lips to Tony’s skin when he finally pulled back until only the head remained trapped between his lips.
He bobbed back down again, setting a steady, worshipful rhythm.
Not fast. Not frantic. Deliberate.
Every downward slide was accompanied by a swirl of tongue along the underside. Every pull back came with a firm suck and a teasing flick against the frenulum. His hands weren’t idle either—one wrapped around what his mouth couldn’t reach (though he was getting better at taking it all), stroking in perfect time with his bobs, while the other slipped between Tony’s spread thighs to cup and gently roll his balls, tugging ever so lightly the way Tony liked.
Tony’s breathing had gone ragged. His fingers tightened in Peter’s hair—not guiding, just holding on.
“Sweet baby, Pete… you’re too fucking good at this.”
Peter pulled off just long enough to speak, voice hoarse and wrecked in the best way. “Only for you, Mr. Stark. The best boss ever.” He dragged his tongue flat from base to tip in one long, obscene stripe. “Only ever for you.”
Then he dove back down, taking Tony to the root again, moaning around the thick length like he was the one being pleasured. The sound vibrated straight through Tony’s cock and into his spine.
Tony’s head dropped back against the chair. “Gonna explode if you keep that up,” he warned, voice gravel-rough.
Peter’s only response was to suck harder, cheeks hollowing, throat opening, one hand slipping back to press against the base of the plug inside his hole. He rocked back subtly, fucking himself on it in tiny movements while he worshipped the cock in his mouth.
Tony’s hips stuttered upward once, twice.
“Fuck…Peter…”
Peter didn’t pull away. He never did.
He took every thick spurt down his throat, swallowing greedily, milking Tony through it with slow, gentle pulls until the man was trembling, oversensitive, cursing under his breath.
Only when Tony’s hand gentled in his hair, petting now instead of gripping, did Peter finally ease off. He let the softening length slip from his mouth with a final, reverent kiss to the tip.
He rested his cheek against Tony’s thigh, breathing hard, lips shiny and swollen, eyes glassy with pleasure and something dangerously close to adoration.
Tony stared down at him for a long moment, chest still heaving. Then he reached down, hooked two fingers under Peter’s chin, and tilted his face up.
“Better?” Peter asked softly, voice raspy.
Tony’s thumb traced the swollen bottom lip, smearing the last traces of come and spit.
“Best,” Tony whispered.
“Yay.” Peter’s smile was small, private, devastatingly sweet.
He leaned in and pressed one last soft kiss to the softening cock before tucking it carefully back into Tony’s trousers with practiced care, zipping and buttoning him up like nothing had happened.
Then he stood, still wearing only the white lace and the plug, and leaned down to brush a kiss against Tony’s temple.
“You’ve got some free time this morning to catch up on work. I asked your secretary to clear your morning meetings,” he said while putting his clothes back on. “I’ll get you a fresh cup of coffee and a scone. Try not to slam any more doors before I get back.”
Tony caught his wrist before he could walk away.
“Pete.”
Peter paused, looking down with those big, earnest eyes.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Peter licked his lips.
Tony smacked Peter’s ass playfully, dismissing him to complete his duties. He waited until Peter opened the door to deliver his parting words: “My place after work. Bring the black set. And the new collar. And a weekend bag.”
Peter’s cheeks flushed pink, though he was more proud than embarrassed. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”
Sequel to this ABO student/ teacher AU with older teacher Peter and younger student Tony. Do I maybe want to do a third part where they meet their respective significant other's friends for the first time? Yes. Will I? To be determined 😜
Warnings: underaged characters/ sex.
*
He's going to be eighteen in a month and he knows that doesn't change his relationship with Peter being an issue exactly because he's still Tony's teacher, but it does mean there won't be any legal reasons to scrutinize Peter for being with him. All he wants is to take Peter out, show everyone how smart and gorgeous and amazing he is while rubbing their noses in the fact that they'll never get to experience him. Tony knows by now that there isn't a person on this planet for him except Peter and he's let Peter know it too.
Peter is always adorably awkward with Tony's gifts even if Tony is working on doing everything in his power to convince Peter he's worth far more than any gift Tony could buy. Still, he's managed to fill Peter's wardrobe out with quality fabrics that don't irritate his sensitive skin, replaced that awful lumpy couch of his, and his god awful bed frame even if the actual bed was more for his benefit than Peter's. Maybe Peter made a big fuss at first but he was won over fairly easily by Tony giving him a not at all subtle reminder that furniture makes for a good fuck. Sure he'd told Tony not to spend so much on him but to Tony he isn't spending much anyway so he elected to ignore Peter's request.
Even considering that his latest gift is expensive, even by his standards, not that Tony cares about cost. It's one of a kind, commissioned by Tony, and Romanov isn't cheap before considering any customization let alone a commission. But she's the best at what she does bar none, and the collar is undeniably stunning. Not nearly as stunning as the omega it's intended for but Tony can hardly blame the collar for being outdone by Peter's beauty.
He's so fucking excited for Peter to open it even if he's giving the box a skeptical look. "You bought me jewelry? Really heavy jewelry from the feel of it," he says in that tone he gets when he feels like Tony is being too extravagant.
"Baby, stop looking at that box like it's a bomb and open it. You know cost doesn't matter to me, and you definitely know me well enough to know I wouldn't get anything as pedestrian as jewelry." Peter doesn't wear jewelry anyway, and even if he did Tony is sure he could do better than shiny trinkets.
Peter lets out a soft huff of laughter, rolling his eyes at Tony fondly before he opens the box. Tony is delighted when Peter's jaw drops open and eyes eyes go wide with shock as his fingers lightly touch the collar. "Oh my god Tony..." he trails off, staring at the collar with an awed look on his face. When he finally returns to reality he looks back at Tony, "is this a collar?" he asks, voice more calm than the excitement written onto his face, eyes bright with delight.
Tony snorts and laughs at the question, "well obviously baby, what else would it be? You like it?" he asks.
The loud squeal Peter lets out tells him the answer before Peter does, but he appreciates the verbal confirmation too. "Are you insane of course I love it! This is ridiculously gorgeous, I'd probably fucking vomit if I knew how much this cost," he says, back to overthinking it so Tony takes back control.
"Wanna put it on?" he asks, immediately diverting Peter's attention away from money as his smile lights up the whole damn room while he nods. Tony has been waiting months for this between the collar being made and actually giving it to Peter, so the rush of excitement he feels when he sees the beautiful red of the collar against Peter's skin is earned. The collar is deceptively delicate looking and could almost pass for simple if you didn't look too closely at how much it glitters. A simpler design was more for Peter's benefit but the color was all for his. He couldn't resist seeing his beautiful omega in his favorite color, seeing just a small something of him on Peter.
It's worth more than what Tony paid for it to see the way the jewels glitter at Peter's throat looking almost as perfect as he does. "I love you," he says before he has the chance to think about it and immediately regrets the vulnerability of being the first to say that. He cringes but Peter shakes his head, giving him a soft look.
"I've been offered a collar before, you know. I turned it down and honestly didn't even consider the possibility of wanting one until you gave one to me," Peter tells him. "So I love you too."
*
For pretty obvious reasons Tony didn't really expect Peter to wear his collar even if he definitely wants him to if for no other reason than Tony is so sick of watching Barnes drool all over Peter. Not that he notices, Peter is far too humble to notice the way alphas trail around after him hoping to lap up any scrap of attention he offers them. Tony notices though, and some days he's tempted to tell Barnes to stop mouth breathing all over his omega and fuck off. He doesn't though, he just makes sure Barnes regrets every single second he spends anywhere near Tony for his own entertainment.
Sure Peter has told him to be nicer but he's not going to listen because really, when does he listen to anyone? He's contemplating shoving Barnes down one of many sets of stairs at the school when his locker door slams in his face. "Okay fucking rude," he says, looking over to find the culprit is Pepper and he raises an eyebrow because he refuses to apologize for calling her rude. She straight up rolls her eyes at him and he throws a hand up in the air, "the fuck, Pepper?"
"Who gives a turtle's shit about how rude I am- you clearly haven't seen Mr. Parker's collar," she tells him, obviously delivering this mornings latest gossip. Okay sure, maybe he should hide his reaction better than straight up grinning with delight because Pepper looks kind of confused but Peter wore his collar. Here. To say he's excited is a fucking understatement of massive proportions, but the fact that it takes all of five seconds for him to hear someone else mention the collar across the hall makes it all the better. Good, let everyone talk about how amazing his collar is and how great Peter looks in it. He didn't really need an ego boost but he'll take one nonetheless, how could he not knowing Peter is his and everyone knows it?
"Am I so boring these days teacher's love lives have become gossip fodder?" he asks, shaking his head like he's not the cause of this too. He's been told he should feel some kind of shame for being the source of most drama in the school but personally he thinks feeding the gossip train keeps his hair shiny and his skin clear so he feels no shame at all.
Pepper rolls her eyes at him again and he is demoting her from best friend status to regular friend status for her betrayals. "Yeah, Tony, you haven't been interesting all year and I think the teachers are grateful you didn't blow up a lab making fucking chlorine gas again. I have no clue how you haven't been expelled like fifty times over, in the normal world that's an act of terrorism," Pepper says, shaking her head at him.
He lets out a long sigh, "okay well first of all if they don't want students to make chlorine gas maybe they shouldn't leave the ingredients around, and second of all technically the explosion had nothing to do with the gas. Separate things. Just happened simultaneously, bad luck. And it's not as if I didn't pay for damages," he points out even if he's not dumb enough to think his wealth isn't the only reason he's not in prison at the moment considering that time Hammer told him there's no way he could hack the Pentagon, so he did. Six months of house arrest was so worth like five different three letter agencies on his doorstep. Hell, the look on Hammer's face was even worth Agent following him around the whole damn time he was in house arrest too.
"Ohh wow you paid for damages, I'd sure god damn hope so. But whatever, you're boring now and thank God because you do drama on a massive scale and sometimes I'd prefer you didn't. You will lose your God damn mind when you see this collar," she tells him. "You know, since you actually know enough about jewelry to know what you're looking at."
As if she doesn't know more than enough to be proficient with jewelry as well but he wrinkles his nose, "collars aren't jewelry."
"They are so, Tony, now come on there's a reason like seven people just around have mentioned it."
*
Peter didn't think wearing his collar would inspire this much of a reaction from anyone, but least of all Tony. It's so rare to see unrestrained, horny Tony and Peter is absolutely not about to complain about the way Tony is all over him. He's pressed up against the wall with Tony kissing him roughly, his hands grabbing freely at whatever he touches as Peter moans into his mouth. He loves the way Tony pulls at his clothing like he can't get it off fast enough, the way he feels Peter's bare skin and bites at his bottom lip.
Really, he can't help the way he whines as Tony's fingers curl into his hair as he forces his head to the side and scents at him. "Tony, please," Peter begs, not even sure what he's begging for. His teeth graze against Peter's neck and he feels a sharp jolt of pleasure, moaning loudly as he clings desperately to his waist. When Tony bites a little harder Peter's eyes roll back in his head as his mouth drops open while Tony all but holds him upright.
"What, baby? Tell me what you need," Tony murmurs in his ear. Peter almost fucking melts Tony's voice is so attractive in his ear, low and seductive like it's tailor made to make him even hotter for Tony than he already is.
The soft, desperate noise he lets out as he starts pulling at Tony's belt isn't even something he does consciously. Tony frees his hair, only moving away far enough to watch as Peter pulls at his clothes with the same enthusiasm he undressed Peter with. He loves seeing Tony like this, so worked up for Peter with his hair in artful disarray while his dark eyes track Peter's every movement.
"I need you to get out of these clothes," Peter all but growls at him, "and then I need you to fuck me senseless on wherever surface we end up on until you're almost ready to fill me up with your knot, and then," he leans forward, curling himself into Tony as he noses at Tony's jawline. "And then," he murmurs into Tony's ear, "I want you to claim me."
The way Tony shoves him back against the wall and kisses him hard makes him moan loudly. He had no idea he liked Tony so rough but now he wants more of it, so much more. He's only held in place to the wall for a few moments though before Tony pulls them away again, not breaking their kiss as Peter blindly lets Tony take them wherever. He's not interested in where they're going, he's interested in the trail of clothes Tony leaves behind them, the gorgeous naked alpha all over him, and the enthusiasm said alpha has for his body.
He's surprised when Tony breaks their kiss and pushes him, but any thoughts at all leave his mind when Tony hits the mattress almost as fast as he does. He presses Peter into the mattress with his body weight, leaning in to kiss him hard for far too short a time before pulling back some. His hands trail down Peter's body as Tony looks him over, eyes fixed on him like he's some kind of divine being he's spent his entire life worshipping. "Fucking look at you," he breathes out, talking far more to himself than Peter as he watches the way Peter gasps softly under his touch. "Couldn't have even dreamed up something as perfect as you in a lab, best fucking thing that's ever happened to me," he murmurs as his fingers trail up Peter's inner thigh.
Peter tips his head back and moans as Tony lets out a small gasp at Peter's bared throat. When Tony reaches out and wraps his hand around Peter's neck his eyes roll back into his head as a wave of pleasure leaves him squirming under Tony's hand, one of his own hands on Tony's forearm. He feels so strong, fingers flexing lightly around Peter's throat as he looks up at Tony feeling a kind of arousal he's never experienced. Just the weight of his hand around Peter's neck makes him moan, sounding small and desperate and so horny for his alpha. "Tony please," Peter tells him, voice sounding soft and delicate and entirely unlike him.
"You like this, baby?" Tony asks, cocky grin on his face because the question is rhetorical. "You didn't tell me you like it rough," he moves his hand from Peter's neck, fingers curling around his jaw as he moves Peter's head to the side and leans in, scenting Peter softly before biting at him lightly. "I'll keep that in mind, but right now I'm going to fuck the shit out of that perfect hole you've been begging me to fill."
Tony lets go of his jaw, repositioning himself as he presses himself into Peter's hole, earning a long, desperate whine from Peter when he pulls back out and kisses Peter softly. "Shh, baby, let me tease you some, make you really want that cock in you," he murmurs, pushing himself back in a little further this time, which makes Peter whine more when he pulls himself back out.
"Tony," Peter's voice sounds wrecked as he grabs at his alpha, trying in vain to get Tony back inside him. Tony grabs his wrists and pins him to the mattress and damn if that doesn't make Peter even more desperate for his alpha. He loves the satisfied look on Tony's face as Peter squirms under him, pouting at the lack of Tony's cock inside him. "Come on Tony, know how much you love it when you knot me and you get to claim me too. Need you right now Tony, please?"
For a moment he thinks he's won when Tony fucks back into him, filling him up all the way as Peter's back arches up into him. He moans loudly as Tony fucks into him slow and deep, eyes on Peter as he slows his pace further, grinning when Peter whines and tries to pull a wrist free to urge Tony on. He isn't successful in freeing himself as Tony tightens his grip, "you want me to pull out again?" Tony asks, entirely too amused with his new game.
"No!" Peter all but howls, not caring that he sounds like a petulant child especially when Tony rewards him by fucking back into him even if it's at a slow, torturous pace.
"Tell me you want it," Tony says.
Peter huffs, "of course I want it Tony, please. Need my alpha right now, need you to fuck me so badly. Best I've ever had Tony, no one fucks me like you do, you know that, so give it to me baby, please," Peter begs, trying again to free himself and failing miserably to escape Tony's grip.
The relief he feels when Tony finally starts moving is unmatched, and when Tony leans in to scent him he happily gives Tony access to his neck as they both moan. "You have no idea how perfect you are," Tony growls in his ear, fingers curled tight around Peter's wrists as he eagerly fucks into Peter. His enthusiasm alone gives Peter a strong desire to please, to make sure his alpha feels good and he loves the look on Tony's face when he curls his legs around his waist. "Exactly like that baby, so perfect for me every time. Can't believe you ever thought I'd get bored of you like I'm not the luckiest alpha on the fucking planet to land an omega like you."
He's babbling more than actually talking and somehow Peter finds that hotter, Tony just saying his inner thoughts no filter. Or less filter than his usual none. And Peter loves the way Tony talks about him even if he sometimes feels a little selfish for enjoying the way Tony is always ready to compliment him to the highest degree. But he does like it, and he likes even more that Tony feels so primal, holding Peter down and taking what he needs from him. He tilts his head back deliberately, an invitation Tony accepts readily and eagerly, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through his body as his eyes roll back in his head.
"Oh, yeah- Tony, you're too fucking good. Can't believe I ever settled for less than you baby, can barely go longer than a day without this now. So fucking hard sometimes seeing you at school, always so god damn hot and I can't even touch you," Peter all but whines until Tony bites at his neck and he moans instead. The first bite is light, testing, but the second is hard and Peter jerks under Tony's grasp, pleasure flooding his system. "Oh my god, yes, do that again. Feels so good Tony, never had anyone make me feel like this, fucking need you so bad Tony. Need you to claim me, need everyone to know I'm yours, tell any other alphas they'll never live up to you." His words come fast, thoughtless as Tony fucks into him exactly the way he likes as his knot swells and his teeth graze Peter's neck again, causing Peter's vision to nearly white out with pleasure.
Tony scents Peter as he moans, "fuck baby you've never smelled this this hot for me before, so needy for my knot. Gunna fucking love seeing my claim bite on you, see the way every other alpha will be jealous you're already mine. Can't fucking wait until I'm done school so I can show you off, rub everyone's faces in the fact that I have the perfect omega and they never will," Tony growls, teeth biting at Peter's neck again.
"Do it baby please, feels so good when you bite me gotta feel better when you claim me. Even you haven't made me feel this good before and I need more Tony please, gunna feel so much better when you claim me baby. I can feel how big your knot is for me, fill me up and take me like you want to. Know how much you like getting me off, claim me and make me cum harder than even you ever have baby," Peter tells him.
Peter feels the impact of his instructions as Tony's knot grows larger, teeth lightly grazing his neck and making Peter's back arch in pleasure. When Tony pushes into him for the last time, knot locking in he finally does it, claiming Peter as they both cum. Peter has never felt anything like it as Tony's teeth sink into his neck, knot filling his hole and he swears he almost passes out it feels so good. He always thought that it was kind of a myth that omegas felt anything about claim bites and it takes him several long minutes to comprehend it is decidedly not.
Tony's soft laugh in his ear makes him blink himself back to reality as Tony shifts to free his hands and look down at him. He immediately wraps his arms around Tony's neck, surprised by how delighted he is that he can touch Tony again even if he liked being pinned down. "And I thought today couldn't get better than seeing you wear my collar, but you always find a way to outdo yourself," Tony says, cocky grin on his face that Peter finds way too attractive. But really, it's not Tony's fault his arrogance is kind of earned by actually being kind of fantastic.
"I wasn't really looking to outdo myself, I mean I didn't even really think you'd think anything of it. The collar," he clarifies while Tony looks at him like he's nuts.
"Baby you damn well know what a collar means, the fuck do you mean you didn't think I'd react to you basically announcing to the whole school you're mine? The look on Barnes' face was fucking priceless, wish I had a picture," he says lightly, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to Peter's forehead.
"What about Bucky's face?" he asks, frowning because he hadn't noticed anything aside from the mess of nosey students deciding his collar was the most interesting thing to happen to the school in months. Which he supposes it probably is since Tony isn't running around terrorizing the school with his sometimes batshit antics, not that he appreciated the attention.
Tony wrinkles his nose, "ew, don't say his name when I'm inside you, come on. And seriously, he's been drooling over you for months. Do you know how annoying it is to watch without saying anything? Honestly I should be given an award for my Herculean self control," he jokes but he knows Tony and honestly it's not even really a joke because Tony is terribly impulsive. His stupid impulsive decisions combined with Peter's stupid impulsive decisions is why they're both here.
"I um. Are you sure?" he asks because really, he hasn't noticed anything and Tony is giving him that disapproving look again so he knows what's coming.
"It genuinely baffles me that you are everything that you are and somehow have no fucking clue how amazing you are. Actually no, it doesn't baffle me, it pisses me off because no one who is as incredible as you should ever doubt their worth. And one of these days I'll get you to believe me."
Peter knows he's blushing a deep red that is probably unflattering even if Tony would never say that, or even think it probably. Maybe he doesn't believe Tony's words, but he does believe Tony believes himself and maybe he allows himself a little time to bask in Tony's love because it feels good to be wanted.
*
Tony fixes Rhodey with a serious look, "I'm not fucking around, if you let this cat out of the bag I'll be pissed. Like never speak to you again pissed," he warns even though he knows Rhodey would never do that to him. Besides that the whole being eighteen now thing does clear up a lot of pesky issues with the legality of his relationship.
Rhodey looks needlessly worried because Tony is so excited to finally tell someone about Peter. "I swear to God if this is a bag of hair..." he mumbles and Tony sighs.
"Rhodey, we've established the only person on this earth who has ever found a bag of their significant others hair in their closet is you. You can't keep comparing everything to the bag of hair like that's a normal experience," he says, shaking his head as Rhodey throws an old stuffed bear at him.
He laughs, smacking the stuffed animal away as Rhodey sighs. "Why do I get the feeling this is illegal somehow," Rhodey says and Tony winces. Rhodey catches it immediately and jumps up, "bag of hair!" he yells as Tony rolls his eyes lovingly at Rhodey's weird antics.
"You need to stop with the bag of hair, you're the only person who has ever lived who has experienced that," Pepper tells Rhodey as she walks into the room and Tony sighs.
"If you tell anyone about this I will be forced to torture you for eternity," Tony tells her, resulting in her snorting and laughing in his one hundred percent serious and also one hundred percent offended face.
"Okay cool, I'll keep your secret but you aren't torturing anyone for any length of time. You'd freak out if some blood got on your shoes let alone all the other messier aspects of torture," Pepper says and frowns at them when they look at her like she's nuts. "Don't look at me like that, we all know Tony would literally kill himself if someone threw up anywhere near him so he isn't torturing anyone."
Rhodey blinks a couple times, "ok cool, normal thing to say. Tony you are not fucking a member of any mafia, gang, cartel, supposedly or nebulously legal business enterprises, are you?" he asks.
It truly does offend him that Rhodey felt the need to get that specific. "I'm not Breaking Bad, Rhodey, holy shit. I'm dating my teacher," he says, smacking his palm to his forehead.
"Bag of hair!" Rhodey yells, pointing at him passionately like it's gunna cast a spell or something.
Pepper looks more skeptical and narrows her eyes at him. "Which teacher?" she asks, and he can't help the shit eating grin on his face that clues her in instantly to who he's taking about. "No fucking way, Mr. Parker definitely has better taste than you!"
Tragically Peter has worse taste than him but he's been working on that, showering Peter with all kinds of compliments and going out of his way to focus on Peter's pleasure in bed. Tony has been rewarded with knowing Peter is actually petulant horny all the time, always monopolizing Tony's time and begging him to fuck Peter again. When Peter told him his ex had found the behaviour annoying Tony immediately wrote it off as some kind of early onset dementia because that's so not a normal reaction to Peter begging for his alpha's cock.
"Why are we on this Mr. Parker's side,?" Rhodey asks Pepper, clearly betrayed by her support.
"Yeah, Mr. Parker is stupid smart- graduated high school early, did his bachelor's degree in like half the time needed, got a PhD before he was twenty five. Face it Rhodes, Tony will never do better when you add on Mr. Parker being like, stupid hot and also hilarious. Verdict is in, if you fumble this you're a fucking idiot," Pepper tells him, giving him an approving nod, obviously properly impressed by what a total fucking package Peter is.
He turns to Rhodey, who throws his hands up. "Verdict already given- bag. Of. Hair," he says with emphasis.
Tony rolls his eyes, "verdict revoked on account of the ruling being entirely skewed by your singular and highly unusual circumstances that you're currently protecting on my fucking perfect relationship, okay. I failed successfully on this one guys, I thought I was gunna get smacked for kissing him like an idiot and instead I found my soulmate," he says, surprised that he's serious about the soulmate bit even if he finds the concept silly.
He totally resents the way Pepper and Rhodey look at him like he told them he was born again or something. He's pretty sure being head over heels in love with Peter is way more likely than him deciding to believe in any gods anyway so they should stop looking at him like that.
Rhodey shakes his head, "alright verdict partially rescinded after dismissal of your ridiculous argument I am projecting anything onto anyone, thank you. Bag of hair with a side of did this freak invasion of the body snatchers you?"
He deliberately gets up, finds the bear Rhodey threw at him earlier, and chucks it at his head. Rhodey does not dodge the bear in time, flailing as the stuffed animal smacks into his face. "Ignore Rhodey's verdict, overruling his overruling of your correct observation of his projection issues and dismissing his verdicts altogether in the basis of he doesn't know what he's talking about and neither do I. Why did we not know this information immediately, Tony? You know we live vicariously through you," she tells him even though they really don't.
That said he's more than happy to take the opportunity to talk to them about Peter because he's got a lot to say and they're sworn to secrecy by decree of best friend duties.
*
It all started a couple weeks ago when Barnes was whining about Peter's collar being someone else's favorite color like it's his place to try and make Peter doubt himself. But it was Peter's response that gave him the inspiration, easily brushing Barnes off by wistfully saying his alpha would probably just buy him like ten more collars in different colors if he ever said anything before hilariously choosing to walk away after that.
Normally he'd feel kind of bad if he dragged Peter into the middle of his admittedly attention catching schemes, but this time he can't say he feels bad that everyone is speculating who the hell Peter's alpha is. Sure he doesn't get the satisfaction of them all finding out but he knows and that's good enough for him for now. It's not much longer until he's off to MIT anyway, off to a city he has no reason to hide his relationship in and he can't wait to take Peter out all the time without thinking twice about it.
And when he does Peter can thank his whiny coworker for the selection of collars because Peter absolutely isn't wrong. That's an idea that had crossed his mind, it's just not the initial idea he went with until Barnes decided to be a bitch about it. So when Peter gets home Tony already has his surprise laid out waiting for him to happen across it.
"Hey Tony," Peter says when he sees him, "I thought you weren't coming over unt- oh my god you did not. Where did you even get the idea to buy so many- oh that is so cute!" He cuts himself off, picking up a box with a pink collar in it to admire it.
Tony grins as Peter picks up another one to examine it, clearly excited. "It was your idea, baby. You're the one who told Barnes I'd get you ten more in different colors if you said you didn't like the red one. So now you have ten more in different colors."
Peter tries to give him an unimpressed look but he totally fails when his bright, happy smile breaks through. "You are the most dramatic person on earth, but I love you anyway."
Based on this ABO student/teacher AU idea with alpha student Tony and omega teacher Peter. Potentially multi parts? If y'all like this one?
Warnings: underaged characters/ sex.
*
Tony is so excited to see Peter and not as Mr. Parker either, the actual Peter who wears his actual clothes who actually called him over. He's had a thing for Mr. Parker, Peter, for years really and he was sure it was the fantasy of it that kept him interested. Then Peter had indulged him, kissed him back when he pretty stupidly just decided to kiss Peter like he's wanted to for years. Turns out it wasn't the fantasy that kept him interested and he's ninety percent sure he's head over heels in love with Peter even if he knows he's being stupid.
He's not a total idiot, he knows he's seventeen, almost eighteen, but that distinction doesn't really change that Peter is almost twenty eight and he doubts Peter thinks of this as any kind of real relationship. What the hell would he have to offer Peter anyway, aside from the thing he's actually good at and he's selfish. He has no problem indulging Peter's needs if it means he gets sex out of it, especially sex with Peter.
When he gets to Peter's door he doesn't even knock before Peter opens it, grinning happily when he sees Tony. He looks so damn hot in that short skirt of his, one of Tony's favorites on him, and an old T-shirt he hadn't even realised he left at Peter's. "I am so glad you're here," he says, dragging Tony inside and hauling him into a kiss. He goes more than willingly, kicking the door shut behind him and immediately pulling Peter closer by the waist as his scent hits Tony's nose. His grip on Peter's hips tighten and if he wasn't horny before he sure as fuck is now.
He pulls away from Peter just long enough to press a small kiss to the side of Peter's jaw, somewhat embarrassed by the moan he lets out when Peter tilts his head to the side for him, giving him easy access. He doesn't waste time leaning in and scenting Peter, grinning and nipping at that sensitive spot that always makes Peter gasp and moan even when he isn't in heat. "This why you called me over baby, you need your alpha to fuck you through a heat?"
It'd be useless to deny that he fucking loves the way Peter clings into him, nodding enthusiastically. He can't help the way he feels when Peter's warm, brown eyes focus on him, the way the flush of warmth to Peter's cheeks drives him wild. He knows logically there's no way Peter hasn't looked at someone else this way but Tony likes to fuel his imagination and pretend he hasn't. Peter's fingers curl around the collar of his shirt as he clings all but desperately to Tony like he's about to disappear at any moment. Like he'd miss this for anything.
"You've been gone for so long, Tony. M'so tired of toys, I need the real thing. I need you so bad right now," he damn near babbles, dragging Tony back into a kiss he has no problem indulging Peter in. He's so pliant and cooperative like this, pressing his whole body into Tony's, moaning softly into his mouth at every soft touch, then loudly when Tony reaches under his skirt and grabs his ass. No panties, even, and he's willing to bet Peter is more than ready for him.
He smells so sweet when he's like this, arousal high in the air as Peter desperately grabs at Tony's clothing to shed it off of him. He cooperates and sheds his clothes as fast as Peter pulls at them, getting rid of Peter's clothes too as he drags them into Peter's bedroom. Tony has fucking missed this over the summer even if he didn't exactly drop contact with Peter while he was home. But seeing Peter spread out in his bed looking at him like he's the only alpha that's ever existed has an entirely different effect in person than it does over text or picture. "Baby you are the fucking hottest omega I have ever seen," Tony tells him and he means it. "Why bother with toys when you could fuck any alpha you wanted?"
There's a fifty fifty chance he doesn't want the answer but with Peter this worked up under him and their clothes in a pile on the ground Tony is sure he won't give a fuck either way. It doesn't matter, or at least that's what he tells himself, if Peter was sleeping other people if he's going to fuck Tony now. But Peter lets out a loud, annoyed whine that Tony loves because petulant, horny Peter is rare. "M'not fucking any other alphas, Tony, now get inside me please," Peter all but sobs at him. He tries his best to pull Tony in but he deliberately hangs back, grinning at the frustrated noise Peter lets out.
He hadn't expected the fifty percent he was secretly hoping for from Peter's answer but that doesn't mean he isn't excited about that news. "Good, baby, because I haven't fucked anyone since you either and it's already worth it before I even fuck that tight little ass of yours," he all but growls in Peter's ear. He likes that Peter waited for him, that he's not just worked up because of his heat but because it's been way too damn long since Tony has had the pleasure of fucking Peter. As it was he barely got any time with Peter at all before he was home for the summer and he spent all two months of the summer kicking himself for not kissing Peter sooner. If he had maybe they'd have fucked more than a handful of times before he'd left Peter to suffer without his alpha to help him through his heats.
Tony leans in to scent Peter's neck, enjoying the pleasant smell of horny omega while Peter's arms circle around him, nails digging into Tony's back. "Tony," Peter says, voice breathy and soft as he kisses his way down Peter's exposed neck. When he gets to the right spot he bites at Peter lightly, earning a sharp intake of breath as Peter arches into him, nails digging further into his back and making his cock twitch. He chooses to linger a little more, delighting in the desperate way Peter looks at him as he gently turns his head in the other direction and scents him there too.
By the time he pulls away he knows damn well Peter is more than wet enough for him. He can smell Peter's slick, knows how ready Peter is to take his alpha's cock and he has no idea how he's held out on fucking Peter for this long, but his resolve shatters like glass as he scrambles to reposition himself. It's worth every second of waiting to feel how fucking delicious Peter feels in his cock, to see the look of pure nirvana on Peter's face as he pushes himself all the way into Peter's hole.
He's stupid fucking tight, gripping Tony so god damn good as he starts to move, fucking into Peter faster than her normally start with because Peter is so desperate for it and so is he. His nails dig into Tony's back, certainly leaving marks behind that Tony is actively happy to have. Since the first time they fucked Peter has had a thing for scratching up his back and he fucking loves it, especially now as Peter's nails seem to dig into whatever they come in contact with as he urges Tony on.
"Oh my god Tony, you're so good damn good inside me. I missed getting fucked by that perfect cock, stretch me out so good when you fill me up. Can't wait to take your knot baby," Peter tells him, blonde hair a mess long before Tony is even done fucking him. He doesn't tell Peter he's never knotted anyone before, he just moans loudly as Peter's nails drag down his back.
"Fuck," Tony says, voice only recognizable because he's slept with Peter before and no one has ever made him feel like Peter does. "You are so much better than I remember," Tony tells him, "don't even know how that's fucking possible," he adds more to himself than Peter. He nips at Peter's neck and earns a sharp moan as Peter's hips shift up into his and his vision whites out as a shock of pleasure washes over his body. "Fuck!" he moans out, louder than before and in a whole new tone he's never heard himself use before and he doesn't give a single shit as he fucks into Peter harder.
Peter's nails dig into his back as he shifts his hips again, causing Tony to gasp out from a type of pleasure he's never felt before. "That's it Tony, just like that," Peter tells him, looking at Tony like he's the only alpha he's ever seen. He looks so good under Tony, head thrown back as his mouth falls open in a sharp moan, shifting his hips up into Tony's again and it's so good he almost falters in his pace. "Tony," Peter says, nails digging into his back again, "oh my god I can feel your knot. So good baby, so ready for you. Want you so fucking bad Tony, fill me up with that knot baby, please," Peter basically begs him, looking absolutely gorgeous under Tony, big brown eyes half lidded with pleasure because Tony didn't need convincing to knot his dream omega.
Peter is making all sorts of sexy little noises as Tony's knot grows, encouraged by how tight and wet Peter is on him and by how fucking good it feels to fuck his knot into an omega. His hands don't feel nearly this good when he massages his knot, but nothing has ever compared to how good Peter makes him feel anyway. "M'so close," Tony tells him, "gunna fill you up so good, get you to cu all over your alphas knot like the perfect little omega you are."
The long, loud moan Peter lets out as he tilts his hips up into Tony's again is what does it, what pushes him over the edge as he cums hard, knot filling Peter up as he cums right alongside Tony. He's never cum so hard in his life, the pleasure of Peter's tight hole gripping him just fucking perfect is nearly overwhelming, add the sweet scent of Peter's heat and Peter screaming out his name and he's sure he'll never feel this good again.
"Mmm, I hope you don't have any plans for the weekend because m'gunna need you," Peter murmurs in his ear, gently nosing at his jaw and giving Tony an unexpected jolt of pleasure. He swears under his breath and Peter lets out a soft laugh, "what baby, never been scented before?" he asks and leans fully into Tony's neck and presses his nose in, nuzzling Tony for a moment before he kisses the same spot. He licks and nips at the sensitive skin and Tony's hips jerk, sending a shock of pleasure through his body as Peter's hole massages his knot so good he instantly cums again.
"You are so fucking good on me Peter, so perfect and tight and ah!" He lets out a loud moan as Peter circles his hips around just a little and Tony's eyes roll back in his head as one of Peter's hands buries itself in his hair and the other on his ass.
"Shhh," Peter murmurs, "let me take care of that knot the way and alpha needs, baby." He circles his hips again and Tony chokes out another loud moan. "That's it Tony, let me make you feel good," Peter tells him like he's not already the best fuck Tony has ever had. And just like always he outdoes himself, pulling desperately at Tony's hair as he milks Tony's knot for all its worth and making him cum he doesn't even remember how many more times. And he knows then there isn't anyone on this planet that will ever compare to Peter for him.
*
When Peter cracks eyes open he whines, stretching out because he's sore and thoroughly well fucked. It'd been an impulsive move on his part, kind of like everything with Tony has been, to invite him over and he's thankful for it now. It's hard to deal with a heat without someone there with him and Tony proved to be surprisingly fantastic. He stretches out an arm, feeling around the bed for Tony and opening his eyes all the way when he doesn't find him.
He sits up in alarm for only a moment before the unmistakable smell of food hits his nose and he scrambles out of bed and grabs his skirt off the ground. He's pleasantly surprised to find Tony must have cleaned him up while he was asleep and grins as he follows his nose to the kitchen. Normally food would be ninety percent of what he's thinking about but when he sees Tony all thoughts of food exit his mind. Instead he takes in how god damn delectable Tony is in his dark wash jeans sitting low on his hips, Peter's scratch marks all over his back, and his dark hair somehow only artfully messy.
It'd been kind of funny when Tony had admitted to lusting after him since he started teaching at his school because Peter only really noticed how attractive he was after Tony kissed him the first time. And now it's impossible for him to ignore the tan of his skin, his lithe but still well muscled frame, his sharp, cocky grin and his gorgeous brown eyes. When Tony turns and sees him standing there he gives Peter a bright smile that has Peter all but throwing himself into Tony's arms. He doesn't say hello, doesn't ask about the food, he wraps his arms around Tony's neck and kisses him.
Tony's hands settle on his hips for a moment before dropping to cup Peter's ass and he whimpers into Tony's mouth. He unwraps an arm from Tony's neck and trails his hand slowly down Tony's chest, feeling the way his alpha reacts to his touch. He's so responsive for Peter, desperate for every touch as much as he is, and he especially loves the way Tony's breath hitches as Peter toys with the edge of his pants, only pulling away so he can see the way Tony looks at him. He loves the way Tony looks at him, eyes dark with arousal as he watches Peter unbutton his pants. Peter leans in and noses at Tony's neck, letting out a soft moan as Tony immediately gives him more space to scent. "Want me to suck you, baby?" he asks, biting lightly at Tony's ear lobe.
To Peter's great surprise Tony shakes his head, "screw that Peter, I gotta fuck you," he almost whines out, soothing Peter's bruised ego instantly with a better proposition. Tony keeps one hand on his ass, toying with the edge of his skirt, and buries the other one in Peter's hair, curling his fingers into it as he forcibly tilts his head to the side and scents him. Peter lets out a loud moan, clinging to Tony tightly as he arches his body into Tony's. He's rougher this time, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin on Peter's neck in a way he knows will leave a mess of marks but that makes it better for him. He loves how hungry for it Tony is, how greedy he is as he switches sides, making sure Peter's neck is covered in his marks.
"Turn around," Tony murmurs in his ear, voice thick with arousal as Peter does what he's told, looking over his shoulder as he braces his hand on the counter and grinds is ass back into Tony. The look on Tony's face is worth it, dark hair flopped into his forehead and his eyes focused on Peter like he just discovered omegas when Peter milked his knot two hours ago. Tony always looks at him like he's some sort of rare, mythical creature he's amazed to have discovered and it's such a rush for his ego. Tony isn't just hot, he's exceptional, and Peter likes that he picked him if all the omegas he'd have no problem attracting.
Tony runs a hand up his back until he gets to the nape of Peter's neck and the way Tony's fingers circle around the back of his neck makes him whimper as Tony forces him forward until his chest is flush with his counter. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of that pretty little hole of yours," Tony tells him, taking his hands off Peter only long enough to get his cock out of his pants and Peter whines when one of Tony's hands returns to the middle of his back to press Peter into the counter but no cock in his hole. "Impatient little slut," Tony chides him, mostly only resulting in Peter being even more horny for his alpha's cock, of course he's a slut for Tony.
When Tony finally presses into him, letting out a soft, satisfied laugh as Peter moans loudly, shifting so he's taking as much of Tony's cock as he can. Tony is so good, just the right size Peter prefers to stretch him out and fuck into him deep and he stops thinking about Tony at all as he moves, bouncing on Tony's cock as he chases his own pleasure. It's been so long since he's had any decent fuck from an alpha during his heats and he's missed how god damn good fucking an alpha can be. He loves the way Tony meets his hips moving when he takes his cock all the way in every time, savoring how deep Tony is inside him.
"Baby keep talking like that," Tony tells him, clueing Peter into the fact that he'd said all that out loud. Tony lets him up off the counter, keeping him steady with one hand lightly curled around his throat and one hand gripping Peter's hip harm enough to bruise, he hopes. "You like it when I mark you up, baby? Make sure everyone knows the only one who gets to fill your slutty hole with their knot is me, hmm? Want everyone to know what a little whore you are for your alphas cock?" Tony frowns out at him, fingers flexing on his throat as Peter moans loudly. He backs his ass fully onto Tony's thick, perfect cock and feels how big his knot has already gotten. Determined, Peter grinds into Tony's knot, shifting his hips just right to massage Tony's knot inside him.
Tony lets out a loud, choked noise of pleasure as his knot grows, filling Peter up so good he almost forgets to circle his hips around to encourage Tony's knot to blow out all the way. It feels amazing when Tony fills him up, knot locking him in as Tony floods his hole with cum. He feels Tony's cock twitch inside him every time he pumps more cum in, and Peter prides himself in how long it takes Tony to stop moaning and grinding his cock in Peter's ass.
He loves how good he obviously makes Tony feel and the way Tony's heavy breathing takes a minute to slow Peter is sure he agrees. "Thanks for food, whenever we eat it," Peter says when his senses return for a half a moment until Tony's fingers flex on his throat before unfortunately leaving his throat to run down the length of Peter's body to his skirt. "You're welcome for the food, but I'm a little distracted by your ruined skirt," Tony murmurs in his ear. Yeah, he knows he came all over it and probably made a mess but it's not like he can help it with Tony taking him that good.
*
Peter Parker is perfect, Tony has decided, and he's going to marry him some day he'll make sure of it. He looks very refreshed from the shower and the change of clothes and frankly so is Tony. Sure Peter told him he had no right to look as hot as he did sweaty and covered in bodily fluids but that's only because he's obviously never looked in a mirror. If anyone didn't have the right to look that hot that messy it was Peter all covered in Tony's marks as much as he's covered in Peter's, blonde hair still gorgeous even after several thorough fuck sessions. Peter Parker is perfect.
Peter lets out a sigh as he curls up beside Tony wearing nothing because, according to Peter, it'll just get in the way later. "Sorry I kind of sprung this all on you," Peter says.
The best response Tony can think of on short notice is looking at Peter like he's lost his damn mind. "Baby there is no need to apologize to me for the absolute privilege of fucking you at all, let alone fucking you in heat." Like any other omegas happily volunteered to take his knot and even if they had there's no fucking way would they measure up to Peter anyway. It's not like he's lacking experience, and Peter isn't the first person he's been with that's older than he is either. He knows Peter is the best of the best and he is in every way.
Tony loves how smart Peter is, his sharp sense of humor and wit, his passion, his creativity- there isn't a thing about Peter that's anything less than the best. So it really chaps his ass that Peter looks so flattered by that, like no one has ever told him he's the mythical total package almost no one ever meets. Peter deserves to know how special he is, how rare and irreplaceable, and yeah he's absolutely head over heels in love with Peter when the small, barely there references to his ex makes Tony's blood boil. There is no reason for Peter to thank him for cleaning him up after sex when he'd fallen asleep, but apparently basic hygiene is beyond some people. The thought of just leaving Peter like that makes Tony want to knock the block off whoever taught Peter that was normal.
"You're so dramatic," Peter tells him, cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of red. He may look beautiful caught off guard and embarrassed but Tony has himself a new goal, and that's making sure Peter has all the confidence he should. No omega as smart, interesting, and gorgeous as he is should ever doubt their worth.
Tony grins at him, leaning in and kissing Peter soft and slow as he melts into Tony's touch. "I may be an ostentatious drama queen, but not about this, or you. No one as ever fucked me like you have- as if fucking you in heat would be anything but my highest pleasure," Tony says matter of factly so Peter has an opportunity to see how obvious this is to him. He's not going to lie, he wants to curb stomp whoever made Peter look like he has to doubt Tony's words, but it's at least worth the small smile out of Peter. "Anyone who gets the privilege to be in your bed should be grateful, baby, and if they aren't they're fucking brain-dead and should be written off in the basis of low brain function."
Peter lets out a small laugh, "wow you really are dramatic. You only say all that because I haven't woken you up at quarter to six in the morning begging you t fuck me yet."
He raises an eyebrow, "if you think I'll give a single fuck about the time over a hot omega in heat begging me to fuck him you are dead wrong. Looking fucking forward to it, baby, I love it when you're desperate for me and you should too."
Starker ABO AU where alpha Tony is absolutely head over heels in love with his science teacher and omega Mr. Parker. It helps maybe that Mr. Parker basically ignored him for two full years before giving him a scrap of attention, and it definitely helps that Peter is the best fuck he's had bar none. All he wants to do is tell everyone Peter is his, that he's landed the perfect omega because he's fucking proud of how much of a total package Peter is even if he knows he can't without risking Peter's job.
Peter, for his part, had not expected to fall into a relationship with school menace with his constant antics, Tony Stark. He'd never meant to catch the alpha's attention at all, and really allowing Tony to kiss him because he was feeling lousy about a breakup he'd had a couple months back was stupid. But then one thing led to another and next thing Peter knows he's begging for his alpha to come over and fuck him like he needs. Tony always happily obliges and Peter knows it's nothing serious, except the illegal and could lose his job complications, and he's more than happy to indulge Tony until his interest wanted at least in part because the young alpha is shockingly gifted in his skill at fucking Peter inwats no one else has managed. He can deal with his feelings later.
For their first date Steve would take Peter to a fancy restaurant, and open his door and pull out his chair. Steve is a perfect gentleman all evening, but at the end of the night Steve would say “I was going to wait until the third date to do this,” and hook his finger under Peter’s chin before kissing him.
Mafia Tony who gently takes Peter upstairs, brings him the dogs, and puts on some music before going back down to handle business
Mafia husband Peter who pretends he doesn't hear the gun shots, while he feeds the dogs treats to keep them from barking and texts the house keeper that oopsie he spilled red wine on the carpet again and can she please come by before it sets
Peter wonders why Mr Stark not very much eye contacting with him today but little did he know that while last night he was dry humping his pillow and moaning Mr Stark’s name, Karen understood him wrong called Tony…
Of course he listened every single second in silence until Peter finished
Tony refusing to do anything but sit there and watch while Peter rides him and does everything himself so he can claim on a technicality that he never fucked Peter. He didn't do anything wrong by just laying there and letting Peter do whatever he decided to do, and if his baby boy decided to bounce on his daddys cock till he cried and came all over himself well than thats not his fault, now is it?
Why is the starker fandom so pro AI?? That is the most confusing shit to me, and as much as I love this ship GET THAT AI BULLSHIT OUT OF HEREE.
Make real art! Write fanfic! Use your brain to create something beautiful!
Stop using an AI program that is literally killing our planet and using our clean water to put two non-consenting real life people in sexual and romantic positions. You're disgusting.
Tony and Peter may be characters, but RDJ and Tom Holland are real people. They did not give you permission to use their likeness to make AI bullshit so that you can get your rocks off. Those. Are. Real. People.
Maybe you wouldn't care if it were you, but it's not.
