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twokinkybeans · 3 years

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Touch Me, Please [Starker Fic]

Summary: Tony Stark has never told anyone that he's still a virgin. He doesn't want to sleep with people who only want him because of his outward persona. So instead, he hires an escort. Things get a little more heated than either of them had expected. Tags/Warnings: Escort!Peter, Virgin!Tony, nff, nsfw, sexual tension, teasing, Peter is 22, Tony is 53. Notes: I have no clue why but this idea came to me this morning and I HAD TO GET IT OUT. There will be three chapters total, of which two and three contain the actual smut. I haven't written those yet, so that's why other tags will be added to the story as it moves forward. Enjoy! -Kim

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TOUCH ME, PLEASE

Tony fidgets with the pair of glasses in his hand nervously. He should’ve never done this. Why had he figured this a good idea last night?

Because you’re 53 and you’re still a goddamn virgin.

Tony sighs. He’s had plenty of opportunities. People have always been interested in him. Wanting him. Yet… Tony had never felt comfortable accepting either one of those offers. He didn’t want to sleep and have his first time with someone who only wants him for his outward persona.

So instead, you hired an escort. Go you.

He tries to ignore the sarcastic voice in his mind. The escort bureau seemed solid enough. Sure, Tony had to invest quite some money for the boy he’d chosen, but he hopes it’s going to be worth it.

When the lift doors open, Tony is no longer able to speak. The boy is… Stunning. Gorgeous. Messy brown curls rain down from the crown of his head. His friendly brown eyes sparkle with the reflection of the LEDs. He’s not tall, but taller than Tony had imagined. Slender body, yet clearly muscled and strong. “H-Hi,” he chokes out. The boy grins widely and steps into the living room. “Good afternoon, Mr. Stark. Or do you want me to call you by your first name?” “Tony’s fine,” Tony says, his voice so tense that Tony hopes the boy doesn’t judge him for it. If he does, the boy doesn’t show it. He takes off his coat and looks around. With an innocent smile, he turns back to Tony.

“Where do I leave this?” “Oh,” Tony rushes out and he mentally curses at himself at how awkward he is right now. He walks towards the escort and takes the coat from him to hang it at a hanger in the destined area. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?” The boy asks. Tony lets out a shaky breath and nods. “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s alright! It’s very normal to be nervous, Tony. I’m Peter, by the way. Do you want to sit down somewhere?”

Not soon after, both of them are seated in the living area. Peter sips from his coffee and lets out a satisfied hum at the taste. The sight has Tony’s lips curl into a faint smile. He’s still a bit anxious for what’s about to happen tonight, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy Peter’s warm and serene presence. Tony has to admit that Peter makes him feel more at ease than he’d thought possible.

“Peter, I… I should tell you that I really don’t… I…,” he pauses. “I’m a virgin.” “Oh?” Peter sounds surprised and his eyes search Tony’s face for a good second. Tony sighs in defeat. “I know about my reputation. Heck, I don’t even know how it came to be in the first place. But when it started I couldn’t stop it so instead, I decided to play along. But now… People want to have sex with me, but I’m fucking terrified. I’d have no clue what to do.” “But you want it? Sex, I mean?” Peter whispers, a hint of worry crossing his face. Tony nods quickly. “Yeah, I do. I… Really do. I’m just too scared.” “So that’s why I’m here, then?” “Yes. Well, if you are okay with it. I can imagine you’d rather spend your time with someone more experienced. If you want to go that’s alright, and I will still pay your full rate of course.” “Tony-” “I don’t want you to think you have to do this and-” “Tony.” Peter interrupts him. Tony looks up warily and realizes he’s been rambling. A blush stains his cheeks and he stops talking, waiting for Peter to continue.

“I don’t mind,” Peter whispers. He licks his lips and puts his coffee mug back down on the table. He turns to Tony with a gentle smile. “I would love to teach you.” “You do?” “Yes. You’re kind, and not gonna lie, you’re absolutely my type. You’re hot as fuck.” Tony blushes and he can feel the tension rise between them. The atmosphere changes. Where’d it’d been calm and a tad awkward before, it’s different now. Anticipation. A promise. Excitement.

“Now,” Peter slowly continues and he smirks widely. Tony’s heart skips a beat at the mischievous glimmer he finds in the boy’s gaze. “What do you want to learn first?” Peter crawls closer on the couch. Tony’s lips part. Good God. “Have you ever been kissed?” Peter asks, now slowly hovering over Tony’s body. The man nods breathlessly. “Y-Yeah.” “Did someone ever kiss your neck?” Peter whispers as he straddles Tony’s thighs. To his surprise, Tony can see the outline of a hard-on in Peter’s pants. He’s aroused as well, just as Tony is. A tiny moan escapes his throat and he shakes his head. “No. Never.” “Do you want me to kiss you, Tony?” Peter leans in, placing his hands on Tony’s chest. The simple touch sends a series of shivers down his spine and the burning pit of arousal in his stomach only grows stronger and stronger. Hesitantly, he reaches out and places his hands on the boy’s hips. Peter grins and slowly rolls his hips forward. Tony can only let out another moan.

“Yes.”

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readysetstarker · 4 years

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Hey! Love your writing ❤️ is there any way you could write starker with a side of orgasm denial 👀 and Peter wakes up trying to jump Tony cause he’s so desperate of you don’t mind? -🚬

thank you, love! haven’t done orgasm denial in a while. hope it’s to your taste!

warnings: nff. peter is 18+. mentions of dom/sub relationship, rutting, beginning of the second half might be read as dubious consent, peter being a very good boy

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There were rules to follow, ones Tony had put into place since day one, that Peter knew weren’t allowed to be broken. He did bend them occasionally, when the situation called for it. When they didn’t, and Peter broke one of them, a punishment was put in place to remind him of what he did.

He had brought it on himself, allowing an older woman to flirt with him and put her hands on him in a public setting. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do anything to invite that type of behavior, but the heated and dark look Tony had given him across the room that night... Well, could he really blame Peter?

That answer was a resounding abso-fucking-lutely. Tony had fucked him hard into the mattress, made the muscles in his thighs shake, made him moan so forcefully that his throat burned on Tony’s name. The feeling of Tony coming inside him, teeth on his neck, was almost enough to push him over.

But he hadn’t. Tony had pulled out and smirked when Peter whined and looked over his shoulder at him. The tempting sway of his hips only earned him a harsh slap to his right thigh.

“Oh, no, baby,” Tony said, running his fingers over the burning hand print. It was already beginning to fade. “You broke one of your rules tonight. You know you’re not allowed to flirt with other people.”

Tony leaned forward and used his hand to bring Peter’s chin up to press a chaste, gentle kiss to his lips. Peter didn’t kiss back.

“Take your punishment like a good boy, Pete. You’re not coming tonight, or tomorrow, if I have anything to say about it.”

Those puppy dog eyes would have worked on him any other night; if Tony was a weaker man, or hadn’t watched his boy knowingly break one of his rules, he would have been the one to apologize and get on his knees. But Peter knew what he was doing earlier that night. He had to remember there were consequences to what he did.

Peter had begged, whined, done everything he could to get Tony to touch him. To let him come. Even with his strength, he knew not to fight back when Tony purposefully pulled his hands away from his cock and held them above his head on the mattress.

“Don’t make me get the vibranium cuffs, baby boy,” Tony purred and kissed his temple. “I can make this a lot harder on you than it needs to be.”

And Peter had. Despite how hard he was, he kept his hands at his sides and only complained later, in the shower, when Tony made it a point to pinch and pull at his swollen nipples and bite tooth-shaped rings into his shoulder. Did it make him a tad bit sadistic to watch Peter’s cock desperately twitch and spurt pre, but not release? He certainly hoped so, what else kept his pretty little sub with him?

With Peter acting so good for the remainder of the evening, Tony had expected that good behavior to carry over into bedtime. The threat of vibranium still hung over Peter’s head when they pulled the covers over themselves for the night. Peter squirmed against Tony’s chest when he was pulled close. Tony tried not to smile at the thought that he would struggle to sleep.

A few hours of sleep quietly and quickly went by. The heat of their bodies collected under the sheet in a warm little cocoon, and Tony had managed to sleep the night away uninterrupted. Well, nearly uninterrupted.

The room was a deep pink from the sun rising behind his back, lighting them in a warm glow. Tony wondered how much time he had left to sleep before the alarm would go off.

That was when he felt it: the slow, careful drag against his thigh. Calculated, so that it wouldn’t garner his attention while he was sleeping. Peter had managed to trap Tony’s thigh between his legs and was dragging his cock, hard and trapped in his briefs, across the top of it. If Tony listened, he could hear Peter’s little pleasured gasps with each teasing roll of his boy’s hips.

He could feel Peter go stiff in his arms when he chuckled at the discovery.

“Oh, baby, so desperate to come that you don’t ask for permission first?” he asked. His voice was rough from disuse over the night. He could feel Peter’s cock give a little twitch against him.

Peter’s only response was a whine and another little thrust. Tony’s hands found his slim hips and helped guide the following one. He made sure to press down hard against his leg to let Peter really grind against him. That tore a moan from Peter’s throat.

“Was I really all that mean to you, last night?” Tony slipped his hand down the front of Peter’s briefs and wrapped his fingers around Peter’s shaft. It and the fabric were damp from the pre-cum that was seeping out of the tip. A gentle stroke had Peter shaking in his arms. “Let me help you, then, baby.”

Tony had barely gotten past two strokes when Peter lashed out. His hands circled Tony’s wrist and pulled it harshly from his underwear. There was already an apology on Tony’s lips, wondering if maybe he had gone too far, and Peter wasn’t able to utter his safe word.

But then the world was spinning, and Tony found himself flat on his back with Peter straddling his hips and holding his hand above his head, on the pillows. A teasing, tantalizing drag of Peter’s hard cock against his own had Tony’s waking up.

“I,” Peter started, and he sounded deliciously out of breath. “I want to see my punishment through.”

Tony swallowed. His mouth was suddenly very dry.

“Yeah? You’re sending real mixed signals here, Pete.”

Peter chuckled and rolled his hips again. “You said I couldn’t come, ah, not that I couldn’t, ah, couldn’t enjoy myself.”

Tony chuckled and sunk into the bed as Peter continued to grind down. He had to admit, his boy was right. He didn’t mind watching Peter take advantage of a loophole in Tony’s instructions. He only wondered if he could get Peter to disobey him so early in the morning.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #nff #my work #Anonymous

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monster-cock69 · 2 years

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mob au Tony killing all of his precious little boy's bullies and them fucking in their blood

#starker #nff #tony stark #peter parker #this is a tad dark #peter gets fucked

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Birthday Boy - A short Starker drabble [18+]

Summary: Peter Parker has to do a TikTok challenge for his birthday. Tony watches, enchanted and very, very turned on.

Warnings/tags: Adult Peter Parker, nff, tension, sexual fantasies, teasing, masturbation.

Notes: It's my birthday today! And ironically, I found this incredibly sexy #nohandschallenge of this man I follow on TikTok - so my mind put one and one together, and here we are. Enjoy the short little drabble! - Kim

Read Birthday Boy on AO3 here!

Birthday Boy Tony shakes his head and watches the chaotic bunch of young adults at his dining table. They’re setting up this weird TikTok challenge for Peter’s 19th birthday. Ned is all over the place as he tries to explain the challenge to Peter. The boy nods along with every word his best friend says while MJ sets up her phone to record whatever they’re going to do. Earlier this week, MJ had come to Tony to ask if it was okay to celebrate Peter’s birthday at the Tower. Tony simply couldn’t refuse. He likes having them around more than he dares to admit.

“So… I have to eat the cake. Without my hands?” Peter asks, still a tad confused. “As sexy as possible,” Ned confirms with a sly smile, and MJ nods, chiming in. “You’re sexy and you know it, Petey. We chose the extra creamy one.” Tony snorts at that, still trying to ignore the slow spread of a tight feeling in his chest. “Please, please, please? You know how much my followers adore you!” Ned exclaims, and Peter can’t help but chuckle as he throws his arms in the air to surrender. “Alright, alright! I’ll do it.” Tony watches it all unfold. He presses his lips together. Suddenly, the man is not so sure if he should be here. Peter, his newfound crush… Watching him eating the cake like that might not be the brightest idea. But Tony promised Peter he’d be here. He has to stay. Besides, he doesn’t have time to decide. They’re all set up sooner rather than later.

Peter is now seated at the far end of the dining table - a bright pink birthday hat secured to his hair with a bobby pin. Ned presses the record button, and Peter immediately sits up straight. A signature, cheeky grin spreads on the boy’s face. His gaze pierces right through the camera as he licks his lips once before diving in. His plump, pink lips part and slowly close around the buttery cream surrounding the cake. Tony feels like fainting. God, the boy moans at the taste of the treat. His hands are clasped together behind his back, unintentionally making it arch and sticking out his cute little bubble butt. Peter moves a few inches away, chewing and swallowing, then leans forward once again. He sticks his tongue out to lick up the crumbs and the cream. Some of it gets stuck on his nose and chin - Tony wishes they were alone to lap it up from the boy’s face. Those lips would be so sugary sweet and sticky and-

“M- So good, I want more,” Peter chokes out while diving into the cake. He takes a small, near-erotic bite from it. Ned and MJ cheer him on as he keeps going. Tony is enchanted. Mesmerized. Perhaps this hadn’t been a good idea after all. Peter is lapping and mouthing at the plate with big, slow, tantalizing motions. His adam’s apple bobs up and down every time he swallows. His tongue looks so wet and shiny. When Peter’s lips wrap themselves around the juicy cherry on top and bites into it, deep red fluid drips onto his chin. Tony is officially rock hard in his pants. His ears thrum with his rapid heartbeat. His fists clench into tight fists. He can’t stop watching.

Peter grins, stares right into the camera. Tony realizes Peter is shamelessly making a show out of it. He’s performing on purpose. Of course, that’s the entire goal of the so-called #nohandschallenge (yes, the kid had spent his days explaining Tony how the app works). Still, it fuels the burning fire deep inside Tony’s gut. He wonders how eager Peter would look lapping at his cock. Hollowed cheeks, batting eyelids-

“How was that!” Peter laughs happily, propping his hands behind his neck as he leans back casually. The cream still all over his face. The mischievous sparkle in his eyes is everything to Tony. “You’re a fucking beast, Parker, I bet they can’t stop playing it over and over again!” MJ jests.

That’s… That’s it.

Later that night, when the teenagers are gone, Tony sits down in his leather armchair - sipping at his favorite whiskey. His fingers hover over his phone screen. “Fuck this,” he mutters and presses the download button for the TikTok application. It doesn’t take long, and within an instant, he’s found Ned’s profile. As MJ predicted earlier, Tony watches the video. Over and over again. Somehow it’s simultaneously not enough and even worse, to see Peter’s direct hungry gaze in the camera. Tony doesn’t last long, furiously pumping his dick faster and faster until he comes with a broken cry that somewhat resembles the boy’s name. Cum stains on his stomach. His arc reactor, too, making it look shiny and blue. Tony stares at it for a moment. Realization settles into his system. He’d gotten off to a video of his crush eating a goddamn birthday cake, how much more pathetic could it be? Tony quickly saves the footage for later use though, and throws his phone onto the nightstand with a sigh. He’s too tired to get out of bed, so he quickly wipes himself down with the silk sheets. He’ll have them washed tomorrow.

It’s only minutes later that his phone buzzes. Tony frowns, automatically reaching for it. His lips dry, his throat feeling very dry all of a sudden when he sees it’s a message from Peter. He swipes his finger across the screen to unlock it-

God. Oh God.

Peter sent him the video. Peter Parker sent him the video. Tony gulps, his hand shaking as he scrolls down to read the caption.

“Was thinking about you the whole time, enjoy it 😏”

Tony has never pressed the call button so fast in his entire life.

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