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Title: Playing With Girls Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Trans Peter Parker, Female Terms for Peter's Genitals, Feminization, Breeding Bench, Restraints, Paddles, Spanking, Barebacking, Daddy Kink, Under-negotiated kink, (nothing too serious, there's some minor changes of plans during the scene but they check in), BDSM, Dom/sub Summary: Peter has a fantasy he wants to try, and Tony is always willing to give Peter what he wants. Notes: this fills square B4 ‘breeding bench’ on my @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo card! And gets me my first bingo for this round! Title is from the AC/DC song of the same name. AO3 Link

Peter looked gorgeous, splayed across the breeding bench, wrists and ankles secured in cuffs attached to the legs. The soft glow of their playroom’s track lighting illuminating the soft, pale, naked expanse of his his back.

“How are the cuffs?” Tony asked.

“Good. No pinching, not too tight.” Peter dutifully replied, knowing what Tony wanted to know.

“Good boy.”

Tony stood up and circled around the back of the bench, grinning when he could see a peak of Peter’s folds, already glistening. He picked up a small leather paddle, then “What’s your safeword?”

“Yellow to pause, red to stop.”

That was Tony’s cue to begin. He rubbed circles with the paddle over the globes of Peter’s ass, warming him up. Then, he pulled back and swatted across the center of the younger’s ass, not nearly as hard as he knew Peter could take; this was just a nice little appetizer, after all. The chains of the cuffs rattled as Peter wiggled around, and Tony swatted him again, quickly, in reprimand, making Peter still. Four more swats, two on each cheek, and then Tony set the paddle back down on the table set up next to them. Peter’s skin was warm as Tony rubbed over the skin, soothing any residual sting.

“Such a good girl.” It felt wrong coming out of his mouth, but the way Peter moaned would be seared into Tony’s brain forever.

There had been plans, ideas of what to do with Peter once he had him at his mercy, but the anticipation was too great. Tony needed to be buried balls deep in his boy’s pussy, and he knew Peter wouldn’t mind a little change in plans. His shorts were hastily pushed down, the fabric pooling around his ankles, and then kicked off out of the way. Tony brought his hand down to Peter’s pussy and ran one finger through his folds.

“So wet already, baby, this pussy is practically begging for my cock, huh?”

Peter moaned again, and nodded. “Please, Sir.”

Tony grinned and pressed his finger into Peter’s hole, still so tight, and quickly added a second. It was a stretch for Peter, but Tony knew he liked it. Peter had spent fifteen minutes, once, describing how incredible the stretch felt while he was sitting on Tony’s cock. Growing impatient, and letting his dick do the thinking, Tony made quick work of stretching Peter out, filthy promises falling from his lips.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, gonna fuck you so good. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna take everything I give you and thank me for it, aren’t you?” He demanded.

“Yes!” Peter wailed. “Thank you, Sir, thank you. Oh, god, just your fingers feel so big inside of me.”

Tony’s mouth started to run away from him, thoughts tumbling from him faster than he could process. “Just you wait, baby, Daddy’s cock is going to stretch out your little girl parts and ruin you for anyone else.”

“Oh, fuck, Tony.” Peter panted.

He paused, leaning forward to see where Peter was peaking at him over his shoulder. “Too much?” They had never played around much with daddy kink, but apparently it went hand in hand with feminizing Peter and his pussy for Tony.

A shake of his head. “No, god, just give me a sec.”

Tony nodded, still paused with his fingers inside of Peter. When given the go ahead, Tony began to finger fuck Peter again, adding a third finger.

“Oh, Daddy! It’s- it’s too much.” Peter whined.

Tony’s other hand flew down to grab the base of his cock. Jesus, this was hot. He grunted and forced his fingers in again, his knuckles soaked with Peter’s juices. There was no way he could wait until Peter was comfortable with four fingers, and Tony knew Peter could take it. He decided to go for it. Pulling his fingers free, Tony grabbed his cock with his wet fingers and brought it up to Peter’s pussy, rubbing the head up and down the slit.

“Daddy’s gonna put his dick inside your little girl hole and mold you to the shape of my cock, baby.”

Peter just moaned in response.

Tony lined himself up and began to push in, working against the resistance of the tightness still clinging to Peter’s pussy. He groaned as Peter’s walls squeezed around his cock, pushing through the velvety heat. Fully seated, he waited a moment to let Peter breathe through it, and then pulled back and slammed back in. His rhythm was punishing, forcing little noises out of Peter with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good around Daddy’s cock, baby girl, I’m not going to be able to stay away from your little hole now.”

Peter was making a constant stream of noise, unable to hold any of it in. “Daddy, it’s too big, it hurts.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re making Daddy feel so good, princess, you’re being so good.” Tony gave a hard thrust. “Don’t you want to be good?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Peter replied, sounding meek.

God, his boyfriend was a fantastic actor. No matter what they roleplayed, Peter always managed to make it all seem so real, always pulled Tony into the scene with just a few artful looks and crafted words, and was able to improv and play off of Tony. Tony really felt like the dirty old man he was playing at.

Tony had his reservations, when Peter first brought up his fantasy, how could he not? He had never once thought of Peter as anything other than a boy - a man, and he hadn’t been sure he would be able to degrade Peter the way he was asking for. After hours of discussion and reassurances on both sides, though, Tony could say this was the hottest thing they’ve done together. To know that Peter, his boy, trusted him that much, knew that Tony didn’t actually think those things, but was willing to indulge Peter, it ratcheted up the intensity of the actual fucking by about a thousand.

His balls slapped against Peter’s cock as he fucked in and out of the boy’s stretched hole, his grip on Peter’s hips no doubt making little finger shaped bruises that would fade before they were even out of their after scene bath.

“Daddy’s gonna come inside you, gonna fill up your womb, princess.” Tony moaned.

Peter tried to push himself up, but was held down by the cuffs. “No! Daddy, don’t! You can’t come inside!”

Tony grunted and fucked into Peter’s pussy just a bit harder. “Daddy can do whatever he wants, baby, and Daddy doesn’t pull out. So you’re going to take it all like a big girl, understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Peter choked out.

He was close, he hadn’t been this close this fast in a long time. It took him by surprise, but Tony really shouldn’t be surprised by anything else during this scene; nothing had gone as he expected in the best ways. His balls tightened, making Tony thrust that much harder into Peter. If the bench wasn’t bolted down, it would be scraping across the floor with Tony’s movements, he was sure.

Peter was making the most delicious sounds and Tony groaned as he started coming. Rope after rope of come pulsed into Peter’s womb, just as promised. When Tony pulled out, a gush of come followed, dripping down to the floor. Peter was limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, draped over the bench.

“You wanna come, baby?” Tony murmured, gently rubbing Peter’s lower back.

Sometimes Peter was too sensitive just from the fucking, especially if Tony took him from behind. Having Tony’s balls slap against his cock could be quite stimulating, according to Peter, and an orgasm would send him into an overload. Other times, he was damn near insatiable and Tony had to break out the vibrator.

“Y-yeah,” The younger man panted. “Just your fingers.”

Tony wasted no time in bringing his hand back down to Peter’s pussy, running two fingers through the mess of Peter’s juices and Tony’s semen, down to his cock. He used the pads of his fingers to gently massage the length, knowing just how Peter liked to be touched. A tremor ran through Peter’s body and he moaned as he came quickly, hips trying their hardest to buck despite the restraints.

Tony rubbed soothing circles on Peter’s back as he calmed down, and then knelt down to undo the restraints. Peter brought his arms up and crossed them on the main body of the bench, giving himself a pillow. His head was turned to the side, watching Tony as he began doing a quick, rudimentary clean up - the rest could wait til later.

“Ready for a bath?” The older man asked, squatting down to be at eye level with Peter.

Peter smiled. “Can we have the cactus lily salts?” Those were his favorite scented bath salts.

“Absolutely,” Tony stood, wincing as his knees popped, and held out his hand to help Peter up. “Anything for you, baby.”

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