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Filled [BREEDING KINK]

Hi everyone! Lien here! As a nice and fun addition to our Jar of Dirt challenge, Kim and I decided to join! I got “breeding kink” from the jar, so here’s what I wrote! I hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: It's been a while since Peter and Tony pulled a piece of paper from the jar... Which kink will they be exploring today?

Written by: Lien Warnings: Adult Peter Parker, breeding kink, slight choking (more like, Tony resting his hand on the Peter's throat), daddy kink, some INTENSE dirty talk, rough sex, mention of using the Swissy, slight oral, Peter’s prostate is referred to as a G-spot.

Read “Filled” on AO3. (We posted a new fic called “Jar of Dirt - Continuation” where we will post Ti Amo verse one shots as chapters! <3)

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Tony and Peter are seated on the couch, the jar resting between Peter’s crossed legs. He’s bent over it, hugging it tightly and tilting his head to glance up at Tony’s crooked smirk. “Been a while, hasn’t it?” The older man chuckles. Their sex had been so satisfying lately that they almost forgot about the jar. Peter, however, suggested they try something new again, feeling the pull of the little secretive pieces of paper grow stronger over time. “Sure has,” Peter says, biting his bottom lip. “Whose turn is it anyways?” “I honestly don’t remember, kid. Why don’t you do the honors.” Tony smiles and gestures at the jar before leaning back slightly. There are still kinks in there that Tony would’ve felt uncomfortable about sharing before, but now that Peter occasionally wants to be his puppy, there’s nothing Tony thinks would put his boyfriend off. Where Tony was nervous about the jar at first, he’s more than comfortable now. Peter sits up straight and pushes his hand into the jar, rummaging aggressively before pulling out one of Tony’s papers. He shows it off, wiggling his eyebrows and raising the tension, before unfolding it to read what’s on it. Tony did not expect this response. Peter frowns. Suddenly, the pit in Tony’s stomach that he thought would be gone forever is back. Does Peter not like what’s on the paper? “Well?” Tony asks, nervously sniffing his nose and sitting up again, shoulders tensed. “What’s it say?” “I, eh… I don’t understand how this would work.” “Can’t explain it if you don’t tell me, Pete.” The young man now turns the paper and shows off Tony’s capitalized handwriting. Breeding. “You can’t exactly breed me, I- I don’t have a womb or anything.” There’s a beat. Tony stares at Peter wide eyed before bursting into laughter, clutching his stomach as he falls back against the couch. Peter immediately sputters, putting the jar on the coffee table and raising his hands confused. “What? I don’t!” “After everything we’ve done in the bedroom, you draw the line here? You’re not a dog either, yet your cock jolts at the mere idea of being my puppy.” “I know- I know-” “Would you try it?” Peter’s eyes are big and round, staring at Tony’s squinting ones. It’s quiet for a second. “What should I expect?” Peter counters with a question of his own. Tony thinks for a little bit, pressing his lips on top of each other and looking at the ceiling, pondering. When he finally figures out what to say, he pulls Peter in his lap. The young man gasps at how hard his boyfriend already is.

“It’s not exactly baby-making. It’s more… Feral. Raw. An ultimate act of togetherness, binding us-” Tony presses a kiss on Peter’s jaw. The boy angles his head to the side, exposing his neck more so the billionaire has better access. A soft moan escapes his lips, encouraging Tony to keep going. “It’s about claiming you. Filling you up with my seed and keeping it there as a reminder to you that you’re mine…” “Yes,” Peter sighs while pushing his crotch down into Tony’s lap. “Yours.” The slow, absent minded roll of his hips is already turning into a gentle rut and he shifts slightly, trying to find the right angle to induce the most pleasure in both of them. “I take it you want to try it?” Tony chuckles darkly. “Mm, aren’t we already doing it?” Peter’s reply has Tony grasp his boyfriend’s ass and squeeze hard. Peter yelps and pushes his face in the crook of Tony’s neck. “Cheeky little brat.” “Daddy,” Peter whines softly, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through Tony’s body from the neck where Peter’s mouth is sucking at his skin to the tip of his cock. “Oh, aren’t you needy all of a sudden…” Tony can’t help but tease, wanting his sub desperate before he fucks him. The delicious rub of Peter’s crotch against his is making him growl. Peter’s mouth travels up to Tony’s sweet spot, right below his ear, where his jaw meets his skull. The boy licks and presses and open mouthed kiss on the skin. “Always needy for you-” Peter moans. “Need your touch, need your love, need your cock, I need it, daddy, please-” “Hmm, beg so nicely,” Tony purrs as his hands push Peter down into him further. “How about we take this to the bedroom?” Peter pulls back quickly to look Tony in the eye. His pupils are dilated with lust and he nods eagerly with his jaw slacked. It takes Tony a bit of effort to get up, carrying Peter with him, due to his older back, but when they reach their destination, he swiftly tosses Peter on the bed, immediately climbing on top of him. His hands don’t hesitate, pulling Peter’s sweatpants and underwear down, freeing the boy’s cock. Peter moans when Tony’s rough fingers glide over the hard shaft. “D-daddy,” Peter whimpers as Tony’s mouth laps at his lower abdomen, skilfully evading where Peter wants his touch the most. “Hmm?” Tony purrs as he looks up at Peter with big eyes, his tongue not leaving his lover’s skin. “Such a meanie!” Peter exclaims as he drops his head back onto the mattress, hips jerking involuntarily at Tony’s barely satisfying attention. His legs spread more, knees pulled in slightly in the hopes that his Daddy will do more. He needs more. “Oh, honeybunch, I won’t give you what you want unless you use your words. I want to hear the filth spill from your lips.” Peter gasps, arching his back off the bed and squeezing his eyes shut, when a finger breaches his crack and starts circling the rim like a crystal glass. “Sh-shit!” “Oh, sweet Peter…” Tony coos, dipping in the finger only slightly before pulling back and continuing his teasing. “You’re still so loose from this morning… Think you can take me without prep?” “P-please, daddy- I can’t- I-” “Speak.” Peter’s knuckles turn white, clenching the silk sheets in his fist. His cock throbs against his abdomen, leaking precum from just the teasing and it’s when his Daddy plays with his hole like this that he realizes how empty he feels. How he wants to be filled. Needs to be filled. In a rare moment of clarity, he thinks back to the piece of paper he’d almost forgotten about and a rush of arousal surges through him when he thinks about what was written on it. “W-want your cum, daddy, w-want you to fill me up with your big cock and fuck me hard-OH!” Peter’s eyes open wide and he gasps when Tony plunges in with two fingers, immediately pressing against the sweet spot that makes Peter see stars. His daddy knows his body so well, that finding it is as easy as finding the fridge in the kitchen. It’s so natural, so normal, he could do it blindfolded. “Oh, yes, yes.” Tony growls, wrapping his lips around the head of Peter’s dick, making him cry out in ecstasy. “More.” “Want to stretch and squ-ah! Squeeze!” Peter’s words are accompanied by action as he clenches and unclenches around Tony’s relentless digits. “Want to milk your cock, need all your cum, daddy- I- I need it inside me, want you to stuff my ass, fill me up, daddy, please-!” Tony suddenly lets go of Peter completely, pulling back his hands and mouth and leaving Peter gasping, tears forming in the corners of his eyes from frustration. Tony takes off his shirt, pulls down his own sweats and throws them away stroking his hard shaft a few times to show it off. Peter’s eyes open wide, mouth agape, still panting and convulsing at the loss of attention. He has to swallow before he drools at the sight in front of him. No matter how old, Tony is stunning and hot and fuck- “Want this?” Tony asks rhetorically, continuing jerking his cock and angling his body to give Peter the best view of the throbbing shaft. Peter can hear the blood pumping through the prominent veins and he nods. He can’t blink. Not as long as this moment is lasting. “I don’t want it, Daddy-” he gasps. “I- I need it.” “Oh.” Tony crawls up on the bed again, until his balls hang over Peter’s face. The boy lays flat, completely slacked, at his Daddy’s mercy. Tony pushes his cock down with his hand, pressing it into Peter’s face. Peter immediately opens his mouth as a reflex, wanting to take his Daddy’s cock, press his tongue against it and suck it like an icicle. “Shit, Peter, you’re absolute filth-”

“For you, for you, Daddy, for you-” Peter chants as he laps at the dick in front of him. Tony shudders and quickly pulls back, not wanting to cum on Peter’s face. No, not today. His cum is going to be somewhere else… Peter whines softly when Tony denies him once again, but he remains still, knowing exactly what’s to come if he’s a- “Good boy…” Tony finishes the thought for Peter and the boy lets out a high pitched chuckle. Tony angles himself, pushing Peter’s legs slightly wider again before lubing himself up nicely. “No condom?” Peter asks suddenly. The question confuses Tony for a second until he realizes what his boyfriend means. He’s playing along. The head of Tony’s cock quickly finds Peter’s winking hole, causing the sub to suck in a breath. “No condom,” Tony growls. “You’re gonna get what you asked for, baby, no holding back. I’m gonna fuck you and fill you. You’ll be crying out my name as you clench down on me.” He pushes in and immediately rolls his hips without remorse or hesitation, feeling the sweet tightness of Peter’s barely prepped heat around him. The boy squeals, but Tony pays it no mind. “And when I’m done with you- when you’re full of my cum, I’m gonna plug you up, buttercup.” Tony grins at his little rhyme and picks up the pace, chasing his high and positioning himself so he grinds against Peter’s insides so deliciously, the boy moans lewdly with every thrust. “My seed’s gonna stay right there, coating you white and pooling inside you- and- and-” Tony can barely keep up with himself, his pace and his words dizzying both of them. His hands grip Peter’s, holding the boy down while circling his thumbs over the soft skin of Peter’s hands. His eyes bore through his boyfriend’s, making it so much more intimate and real. “When you wake up tomorrow morning, rutting your little cock against my thigh and twisting and twirling the plug, squishing my cum inside you in a desperate attempt to find release, I’m gonna pull it out and stuff you again and again and again.” The older man starts losing his rhythm, completely lost in his fantasies while he’s living them. “My cum will be the only lube you get, so you better make me cum hard, go on Peter, make me cum-” Peter cries out in pleasure, not knowing what to do other than take this intense attack of lust. Tony’s been aggressive in bed before, but never like this. Peter pulls up his legs, wrapping them around Tony’s waist and pressing himself down onto the man’s cock further, helping him regain his fast rhythm. “D-daddy-” “That’s it, Peter, beg for it- beg for your Daddy-” “Please, please, fill me up, I need it, I need your cum, claim me, make me yours, Daddy- Breed me.” That does it. Tony’s roar is nearly feral as his hips crash against Peter’s. His balls slap against the boy’s skin and the force of his thrusts has Peter’s dick bounce on his abdomen. Peter is startled by a new, sudden, rhythmic noise in time with their thrusts until he realizes the bed is creaking. Tony’s 100k bed, the bed he designed to withstand anything they do, is creaking. Peter’s eyes roll back as they both continue to slam into each other. Filthy, pornographic moans, the loud slapping of skin and breathless gasps fill the otherwise quiet room. “Yes, Pete, I’m so close, so close,” Tony chants, his voice nothing more than a deep, low growl. They’re both losing their rhythm now. Tony lets go of one of Peter’s hands and grasps his jaw, squeezing his throat slightly for a lack of collar. He needs to remind Peter he’s owned. “You’re mine.” “Y-yours,” Peter replies mindlessly, relishing in how Tony’s cock hits his G-spot over and over and over and- “I own you. Every part of your being is mine and mine alone-” “Yes, yes, yes!” “Stroke your cock, Pete, make yourself feel good for me.” Peter obeys without question, his sense of reality completely bent by the intense pleasure. He cries out when his fingers find his shaft and he starts pumping and pumping and pumping and oh, God- “Yes, Peter, be a good boy for your Daddy.” Tony hisses. “Come.” Peter’s release is white and hot and Tony keeps thrusting while Peter rides his high, coating himself with his cum. The young man screams for his Daddy, sobbing and gasping and smiling like a madman because, fuck, this is everything. “Are you ready for my seed?” The man groans as his sub’s body starts going limp beneath him, getting ready to take it all as he basks in the afterglow, nodding with a goofy grin on his face. Tony’s relentless thrusts are erratic at this point. “So good for me, Peter, so good- I’m gonna fill you up, breed you, make you mine forever.” “Do it, Daddy,” Peter’s voice croaks. “I’m yours, Daddy, make me yours. Give me everything and more- ” Tony cries out as he spills into Peter. Time and space have lost their meaning. It’s just them in their bedroom right now. Nothing more, nothing less. Tony’s hips slowly still, but he remains sheathed inside Peter. He lowers himself onto his boyfriend and kisses him with all the love he carries. “Thank you, Peter,” Tony sighs. “This was something else-” “It sure was, holy shit-” Peter is still panting, but the everlasting smile on his face tells Tony enough. They lay there for a while, quietly enjoying each other. Peter feels full in the best possible way and he can’t help but whine when Tony slowly pulls out. “D-daddy-” “Ssh, sweetness, I’m just grabbing the Swissy real quick,” Tony chuckles, reaching for the bedside drawers. “Wouldn’t want it to waste any of my cum now, would we?” Peter can’t help but laugh softly as he pushes his hips up, hoping gravity will stop Tony’s seed from dripping down his thighs. “Should have it ready next time, Daddy,” Peter teases. Tony turns back to Peter, Swissy in hand and cocks an eyebrow. “Bratty again already?” Peter playfully purses his lips and Tony shakes his head with a grin. “Well then,” he starts, inching closer to Peter with a dangerous sparkle in his eye. “I guess we’re just gonna have to make that plug vibrate all night don’t we?”