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Title: Shoot To Thrill Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Foot Jobs (sort of lol), Dry Humping, 5 + 1 Things Summary: Peter has an exhibition kink. Tony takes full advantage…or at least tries to. Or: the 5 times they’re interrupted and the 1 time they’re not. Notes: this fills square B2 'exhibitionism' on my @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo card! AO3 Link

one.

Peter’s moan turned into a groan of pain when the back of his head hit the wall. It wasn’t enough to deter Tony, though, who was doing an impression of a vampire on Peter’s neck, doing his best to turn the pale skin a deeper shade of red with every suck and nip. His fingers were threaded through Tony’s salt and pepper hair, holding his older lover in place. The din from the living room was loud in Peter’s ears from around the corner where they were hidden in the hallway, and he knew they were going to have to make this quick so none of the others would get suspicious. That was probably a moot point with Natasha, though, she knew everything.

A muscled thigh was shoved between Peter’s legs and he ground down, moaning again at the pressure on his hard cock. There were two super soldiers in the living room, and Peter knew they could probably hear him moaning, but it just ratcheted up the heat pooling in his belly. The idea of getting caught…the idea of doing things right in front of people, for all to watch - god.

“C’mon, honey,” Tony rumbled against Peter’s neck. “Get yourself off.”

Peter was hasty to comply, working his hips faster and faster, grinding on Tony’s jean clad thigh. He was so close already, the noise from the living room urging him along. He’s on the cusp, he could feel it tingling in his belly-

He shoved Tony off, the man nearly colliding with the opposite wall. He looked back at Peter in confusion before Clint appeared around the corner.

“Are you two coming, or what?”

Peter had to bite his lip and turn his head away to keep from laughing at the archer’s word choice.

“Yeah, yeah, Legolas,” Tony drawled. “Don’t get your arrows in a twist.”

two.

The alcove Tony had drug Peter to was dark, the noise from the charity gala in the ballroom was muffled even to Peter’s enhanced hearing. His back was pressed against a pillar and Tony was working his belt open.

“Gonna jerk you off, baby,” The belt buckle clanged as it fell open. “And you’re going to cum in your underwear and then go back to the party and pretend that you haven’t been naughty.”

Peter moaned. “Please, Tony, god.”

Tony smirked and pulled Peter’s zipper down so he could get his hand in Peter’s pants. “Do you think they’ll be able to tell, huh? Think they’ll all know what a dirty boy you are, getting off knowing people could hear you, could see you?”

Another moan, this one higher, more like a whine, escaped Peter and he pushed his hips forward as warm rough fingers wrapped around Peter’s hard cock. Tony got in two strokes before a door down the hall banged open, the cacophony from the ballroom getting louder for a moment before the door shut again. Then there were heels clicking on the floor, growing closer.

Both men groaned and righted themselves.

three.

They were in the lab, this time, and it had started out innocent enough. They were working on their suits, and Peter had the specs for his web shooters of the Iron Spider suit pulled up. After hours of work, Peter had finally had a breakthrough on how to get them to be more streamlined with the rest of the suit. He whooped in joy and Tony came over to see what he had done.

“So smart, baby,” Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s temple.

Peter smiled wide, turning to kiss Tony properly. When he pulled back, he could see heat in Tony’s eyes.

“Your brain turns me on.”

It wasn’t the first time Peter had heard some iteration of that from Tony, but it never got old, it always made warmth pool in his belly. Tony crowded Peter up against the holo table he had been working at and reached for Peter’s hips, holding him in place to give him another kiss - not that Peter would go any where. He would happily accept all kisses from Tony, thank you very much.

“I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.” Tony took a half step back and then dropped down onto a low stool he had hooked with his foot and drug over.

His knees were too bad for the hard concrete floor of the lab anymore, but they made it work. Peter wasted no time in undoing the button and zip of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs, ignoring Tony’s soft chuckle and whisper of eager.

The lab’s glass walls weren’t frosted over in privacy mode, anyone would see what they were doing if they happened to walk by, but that just made Peter harder. It would be so easy for someone to see as Tony took Peter into his mouth, sinking as far as he could go in one smooth movement. Peter’s legs shook, and he gripped the edge of the table.

Tony set a steady rhythm bobbing his head, flicking his tongue along Peter’s slit every time he pulled back; that was playing dirty, he knew that would get Peter off the fastest. Suddenly he could hear heels clicking down the hall.

“Shit, someone’s coming.” He panted, trying to get Tony to pull off.

The older man didn’t, he bobbed his head a few more times, keeping eye contact with Peter. The younger moaned, hearing whoever it was getting closer and closer to the lab. God, would they be caught? Would whoever it was see what they were doing and be disgusted? Or would they stop to watch?

“Tony-”

Tony pulled off and wheeled back over to his own work station. Peter quickly did up his pants, trying to hide his erection by tucking it up under the waistband of his briefs, just as the lab door slid open and Pepper walked in, staring down at the tablet in her hands as she called out to Tony.

four.

Director Fury was talking, and Peter really tried to pay attention, but there was a sock clad foot rubbing over his erection. He glanced over at Tony, still trying to appear as if he was paying attention to the briefing, and could see the man blatantly staring at him. They were sitting kitty corner to each other and Tony was slightly slumped back in his chair in order to reach Peter with his foot.

Peter was doing to best to swallow all the noises that were trying their damndest to escape as Tony curled his toes to pet over the head of Peter’s cock through his suit. They were at the back of the room, and everyone’s attention was faced forward, on Fury, but the idea that any of them could look back and just know sent a shot of electricity down Peter’s spine.

Another curl of Tony’s toes and Peter’s hand was shooting down to grab Tony’s foot and hold him in place. If he moved again, there was a very really possibility that Peter would cum in his Spidey suit and it was impossible to hide that, he knew from experience. They were about to head out on a mission, there was no way he would have time to clean himself up before they needed to be on the QuinJet.

Peter could see Tony smirking out of the corner of his eye. The man slowly started to move his foot again, causing Peter to make a surprised noise, that he quickly covered with an awkward cough when everyone turned to look at him. Sure, he liked the fantasy of being caught, of putting on a show, but not in the middle of a meeting!

“S-sorry, Director.”

Fury eyed him, and then went back to explaining the intel they had received the night before. Peter turned to glare at Tony for almost getting him in trouble at work, but the man just grinned and dropped his leg.

five.

The honking of New York City traffic surrounded them as they headed towards another gala. Happy was up front, cursing idiot drivers under his breath as he navigated the streets. Tony was typing away on his phone, no doubt answering last minute emails from Pepper. Peter reached across the backseat and rested his hand on Tony’s thigh, just a hey, I’m here. The older man, dropped one hand down from his phone and rested it on top of Peter’s. Hey, back.

As they moved through another intersection, it seemed the traffic was getting worse, and Peter sat back and let himself relax. Galas weren’t his favorite thing in the world, but he knew he was expected at at least a few a year as Tony’s Stark’s significant other, though Tony kept telling him to screw what those people think. Peter was still having a hard time with not letting what others thought of him affect him sometimes.

Peter was pulled from his thoughts by a hand creeping over his crotch. He turned his head to see Tony had scooched closer on the seat, and had put the partition up. Peter’s breath hitched. Happy knew exactly what they were doing when they put the partition up, it wasn’t exactly sound proofed and Peter could get loud. The man never said anything, though, would just give them each the stink eye before wandering off.

Peter flushed thinking about how Happy was right there and could hear everything and knew. God, that always made heat simmer in Peter’s belly when they did this. Not to mention the passengers of other cars on the road. The windows were tinted enough that at night there was no way to see in, but during the day, there was a chance if someone were to look hard enough.

In his distracted state, Peter didn’t even realize that Tony had undone his slacks. He lifted his hips just enough to slide the material down enough to free his cock, which was rapidly hardening. Tony took his in hand and started a fast pace rhythm, Peter wondered if they were near the museum the gala was being held at, or if Tony was just being quick because he had other ideas.

Tony started up with filthy words intermingled with praise whispered into Peter’s ear, making the younger shudder, and his hips jerk up, chasing the sensations of Tony’s work rough hand. He was so close already, the spider DNA making him extra sensitive for the first orgasm - Tony could usually wring three or four out of him when they weren’t being interrupted.

Peter was sure he jinxed it with that thought because there was a knock on the partition, the signal that they had arrived. Peter’s head fell back, thumping on the headrest. Tony actually had to give a speech tonight, which meant no playing. Peter wouldn’t get to cum until they got home, or unless he snuck off to a bathroom.

They hastily straightened their suits and then Happy was there, opening the door at the curb to the flash bulbs of many cameras lining the red carpet into the museum.

+ one

The dressing room of the boutique was small, only a curtain separating them from the other shoppers and employees; a simple cream colored curtain was all that kept everyone in the store from seeing Peter on his knees, Tony Stark’s cock down his throat.

Tony had come into the dressing room under the guise of helping Peter with a complicated bondage-esq looking shirt, and within a minute Peter was on his knees and sucking Tony’s cock down to the root.

Gentle hands ran through Peter’s hair, pausing to cup the back of his head for a moment after every pass. Peter loved how gentle Tony could be with him, but he also loved when the man got rough. Peter could take a lot more than the average human, and they had taken full advantage of that once they figured it out. Now, the softness was just what Peter needed, a reminder that while they were doing something risky, Tony would take care of him no matter what.

Peter bobbed his head, saliva pooling in his mouth and starting to leak around Tony’s cock, making Tony groan softly.

“Such a good boy,” He whispered, staring down at Peter with nothing but love in his eyes.

The younger man dug the heel of his hand into this crotch, trying to relieve the pressure on his aching cock. The combination of the cock in his mouth and the fact that they could get caught at any moment, plus knowing that as soon as they walked out of the dressing room that the sales women would know what they had been doing, was making Peter so hard. He moaned around Tony and looked up through his lashes at the older man.

“Oh, Christ.” Tony swore, gripping Peter’s hair a bit tighter and shallowly thrusting his hips, chasing his release.

Peter knelt there obediently, waiting for Tony to cum down his throat. A few sharp thrusts, and the bitterness was hitting the back of Peter’s tongue. With one last press of his hand to his dick, he came in his underwear.

When they walked out, Peter was flushed, but grinning as he carried his items to the counter. Tony paid for everything and then slipped the embarrassed looking girl a crisp $100 bill with a wink. Peter giggled as they headed to the car.

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aes-pbp · 11 months

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Angel Tony and Imp Peter for @starkerfestivals summer bingo ‘23 Angel and demon AU prompt

Version without the cloud on my twitter

#tony x peter #starker fanart #starker #sfsummerbingo23 #tony stark x peter parker #my art #mine #dont report just block

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the-mad-starker · 7 months

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Starker Smut: Milky Omega Struggles to Take Studded Alpha

I'm alive! Though sometimes it barely feels that way. I'm working on a buncha stuff, rn a huge 20k gift fic but I managed to get this one done!

This fic is because a lovely anon left a comment on the first part of this!

Also taking this opportunity to fill a spot (Breeding Kink) on my bingo card. Hopefully it won't be the last 😅

I completely forgot I had this as a Baker!Peter AU despite knowing I wanted to name the series Stud Muffin. Ty goes to Khalixa for the lovely and hilarious summary 💗💗💗 Fits perfectly with my ridiculous fic titles 😂

Summary: Who needs a bakery when you're trying to put a bun in the oven of a wet omega.

Part 2 of Omega-Turned-Alpha! Peter

Notes: omegaverse, omega-turned-alpha! Peter, alpha/omega, intersex Omegas, vaginal sex, knotting, omega Tony, bottom Tony, breeding, size kink, lactation kink

WC: 3092 (AO3 Link)

Part 1 - AO3 Link: Studding Omega Breeds His First Omega

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Peter woke up in a haze, wrapped up in a cocoon of warm blankets and an even warmer body tucked against him.

What woke Peter up was the soft whine of his omega then the sharp flare of a pinch on his thigh.

"Hnn?" Peter grumbled, subconsciously pulling the warm body closer to him until they were pressed chest to back.

Tony's hair tickled his nose and he gave a sleepy snort, digging his chin into his mate's mused fluff of hair. The scent of his mate threatened to lull Peter back to sleep. His olfactory senses had changed since he'd been studded, growing sharper and more attentive to the sweet omegan scents and even more susceptible to Tony's specifically.

It was Tony's scent and Tony's sweet milk that had caused the irrevocable change in him after all.

Tony… Tony, his beautiful omega, his mate, hishishis… Peter gave a contented purr, digging further into the warmth until–

"– move." Tony's voice ordered him. There was a hint of irritation and then another pinch which worked to wake Peter.

The pain made his body jerk which inadvertently caused his hips to hitch forward. It was then that he realized his cock was hard and heavy between them, tucked right between his omega's cheeks. There was enough wetness between them, a messy mix of Tony's slick and Peter's cum from the last session, that the glide was almost effortless.

And oh– oh… Tony always had amazing ideas because that first hitch of Peter's hips had his hard cock slipping through all that wetness. The heat of Tony's body, the impossibly soft flesh of his ass surrounding Peter's cock was heavenly.

It was too good to stop once Peter started. He could probably stay for hours like this, lost in some pseudo haze of lust and not-rut but Tony always made him so feral, even more so when his alpha instincts kicked in.

The studded alpha couldn't stop even if he wanted to. His hips wouldn't slow down enough to put it in and every hitch brought more and more pleasure spiraling into a tight ball of heat in his groin.

The friction was heavenly for the turned alpha but it wasn't doing much for his poor omega. Tony had been trying to shift his hips up to get Peter's cock where he needed it but the alpha had been pressed too close for it to slip right in.

All it did was make the sloppy wet sounds between their bodies grow even louder. Every push of Peter's hips against Tony's ass, of his cock pushing through that mess of wetness, became even louder amidst the quiet needy pants and Peter's soft grunts of pleasure.

"Tony…" Peter sighed, still caught in that half waking half sleeping haze.

His omega's scent surrounded them and Peter's own mixed scent, more alpha than omega nowadays, was like a thread of musk in an otherwise sweet cloud. The room smelled of sex, of alpha rut, and omega slick, and it was heavenly, a scent of the two of them which brought a contented purr rumbling in Peter's throat.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Tony huffed and there was a hint of omega teeth nipping at Peter's fingers. "Put your dick inside already, I've been… waiting…!"

Peter gave a sleepy murmur but did as he was ordered. Tony's squirming body went still as Peter shifted his hips away and reached between them.

He lined up easily enough. They've done this enough times that it was second nature now. His alpha cock squeezed between plush thighs, his cockhead gathering slick and cum. Tony tilted his hips just right so that Peter's cockhead settled right against his hole.

Peter's hand gripped Tony's hip and he pulled the older omega back just as his hips pushed forward.

It should've been easy but instead, it was a struggle. Even his cockhead was having trouble fitting inside.

When was the last time they'd fuck? Maybe just a few hours ago, Peter had been plowing into Tony's pussy and making him cry out in pleasure. Just a few hours and already, his omega's used cunt was already tight enough that Peter would have to loosen him up all over again.

Peter had grown into the alpha Tony needed him to be and that included being equipped with a dick that was made for breeding a size queen that his omega was.

Truth be told, Peter had been a bit conscious over how he'd grown there. Visually, his physique was still more omega than alpha, more slender and slight than bulky and broad. His body had adapted and the light exercise he normally did was enough to have strong lithe muscles lining his arms and legs.

If he wanted to, he could bulk up with a regimen. He could be an alpha in all ways, but for now, they were just taking things slow.

As long as he could please his omega, he didn't mind so much.

And he knew from experience that he pleased Tony very much and very often. He had an omega cocklet the first time he made Tony squirt so having an alpha cock that made his omega's brain melt was just a plus.

Sometimes though… It really was a struggle. There were times Tony would want a quick fuck or Peter's instincts would set off and he'd want nothing more than to mount the omega and sink right in to the hilt.

But with his size now? Tony's poor pussy would take a beating. It was a good thing that his body was made exactly for an alpha to use and abuse.

Such was the case now. Tony froze as he felt the press of Peter's cockhead against his pussy. His plump lips cushioned the alpha's tip and Peter tried to slip in only to be met with resistance.

"Let me in, Tony…" Peter groaned, trying to nudge his cock in. He swirled the tip of his cock along more of the dripping slick, truly getting it nice and slick before trying again.

The second attempt was successful but even so, Tony shuddered as his cockhead pushed inside.

Even with just the tip of his cock inside, Peter was already in heaven. He was almost tempted to reach down and just jerk himself off like that. Come inside the omega, fill him with cum, and use that fresh load to fuck him open.

Tony wouldn't be happy with that though. Peter could tell he wanted a proper fuck with the way his hips were twitching back and further, trying to take just another inch of Peter's alpha cock.

He'd give Tony anything he wanted and if he wanted Peter's alpha cock, he was going to get it.

It made him feel so good to provide Tony with what he needed.

His alpha cock sank in with some effort. It took restraint on both their parts and they were both so very impatient.

With every inch of his cock forcing its way into Tony's pussy, his omega moaned and trembled, exhaling gasped out "Oh… More, alpha, please… Give me more…"

Peter gritted his teeth, reigning in his need to fuck and claim. Every inch Tony took, Peter also withdrew so he could fuck his way back in.

It was worth it though when that final inch was swallowed up by Tony's needy pussy and his pelvis sat flushed against Tony's ass.

His cock was entire inside, every single inch surrounded by Tony's welcoming body.

They both shuddered as his cock flexed inside Tony's body. Peter's hand settled above Tony's belly button and he knew if he pressed down right there, he'd be able to feel the bump of his cock filling Tony right up.

Peter's body had truly exceeded all expectations as a studded alpha. Now, he was going to prove to Tony once again why he had made the right choice in defying the board and choosing him when he was just an omega.

Peter let his instincts take over and it was so easy. His alpha instincts melded perfectly with his desires. He fucked Tony with a languid rhythm, not quite brutal but not slow enough to call it lovemaking. Even though Tony was able to take him fully, he still needed to be fucked loose.

"Oh, fuck… Oh, that's it– Fuck, yes! Pete… Pete… Right– Mm…!" Tony babbled as he was being fucked.

For Peter, the rhythm was just enough to scratch that itch, but for Tony, it was more than enough. He came apart in Peter's arms, shuddering as his orgasm squirted out from around Peter's cock.

When he felt his omega shuddering to completion, Peter pressed in all the way to the hilt, his cockhead pressing right against that sweet spot deep inside.

Tony's fingers once again dug into the meat of Peter's thigh but this time, it was like he was hanging on for dear life.

Around his cock, Tony's pussy fluttered, squeezing and massaging, going so tight around him that Peter had to bite down on his lip to stop from popping a knot.

"Hah… Ah, fuck…" Tony laughed breathlessly once his trembling eased. His head tipped upwards and he nipped at Peter's chin. "You've gotten so good at this, kid…"

Peter purred in contentment, returning nip for nip, this one tucked into the sensitive skin of his mate's neck.

"Hmm…" Peter purred then started up the next round. Fucking was easier now that Tony's body was relaxed and limp from pleasure.

Tony shuddered as Peter's cock started to thrust in and out… His recent orgasm had him basically flooding wet and the squelching sounds Peter's cock made now was even more obscene than before.

Tony always got so wet for him…

Peter nibbled at the mating bite, happy to languidly fuck his omega's brains out but…

The alpha effortlessly moved Tony to his knees and raised his hips up. In the next second, he slid right in, bullying the thick length of his alpha cock against the tightened muscles of his omega's insides. Tony was still tight but it was a stark contrast to the struggle it was initially.

"Oh!" Surprise and pure delight had Tony moaning loud enough to wake the city if it weren't for the soundproofing the penthouse had.

Peter leaned over, one hand still holding Tony's hips in place while he helped the omega get comfortable.

A pillow under his hips helped to stabilize him and another pillow for Tony to grasp onto while Peter had his way with him. And that was exactly what was going to happen.

"Pete… Pete, maybe take it easy on me," Tony said but the tease was right there in the challenging undertone of his voice.

He didn't want Peter to take it easy on him. He wanted to be fucked and claimed in the only way he'd ever allow Peter to have him. Tony kept position, legs spread, pussy still plugged up with Peter's cock… His insides fluttered enticingly around Peter's erection, muscles massaging all up and down the sensitive length... Trying to get Peter to cum inside…

Peter did nothing but press his teeth down against the healed mating bite, his fangs aligning perfectly with the scarred imprint. Without another word, his fucking continued and Tony moaned and cried, gasping out his pleasure even as his body sank down into the bed with every thrust of Peter's hips.

Peter was able to pull out another orgasm from his lover, leaving the omega in a state of drooling pleasure. Tony feebly clutched at the pillow with a weakened grip, his hips held only in place by Peter's hands.

Even then, Peter wasn't done. He could feel his cock growing sensitive at the base. Accompanying it was a heightened need to breed, to have his omega in his arms and make sure he'd stay there while being bred. Peter wanted to send every drop of his cum into fertile grounds, giving Tony every bit of chance to conceive.

Following those instincts, Peter hauled his omega's pleasure limp body into his arms.

Now, on their knees, Peter was grateful that he had built enough muscle that holding Tony upright took effort but wasn't impossible. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline or pure lust or maybe even the lean build of muscles he'd attain as an alpha, but it was so easy to have Tony where he wanted him.

Right on his cock.

Tony wasn't struggling to take him anymore and it was… so… easy… to just sink right in and fuck the omega as hard and fast as Peter wanted to.

Being able to hold Tony up while fucking into him, his hips slapping against his ass, his ball growing tight against his body in preparation… Nothing could compare. Then again, Tony was always driving him up to new heights of pleasure. He was always discovering new ways that his omega titillated his alpha senses and drove Peter crazy.

He fucked his cock into Tony's pussy, his mind locked onto the pleasure building in his own body.

Tony encouraged him even as his knees trembled and he struggled to remain upright as Peter fucked him.

"Mm, you gonna knot me, alpha? Gonna put a pup in me? Do it, alpha– Want it so bad, need you to put a pup in me…" Tony encouraged with ragged moans. Sloppy and wet, rivulets of slick dripped around Peter's cock, soaking the neatly trimmed hairs at his groin.

Peter held him tight, his face tucked against Tony's neck and getting off to the scent of his mate as well as the tight squeeze of the omega's pussy. His knot was only growing larger, firming up and starting to form.

His left arm was crossed over Tony's chest and he felt a rush of wetness– Tony's milk dripping from where Peter was toying with his nipple.

Oh– oh… The scent of milky sweetness burst into the air. The familiarity of it had Peter's mouth watering instantly and he needed it.

He had to have a taste.

With an almost violent shove, Peter pushed Tony to the bed and easily flipped him onto his back. He hitched the omega's legs around his waist and fucked right back him, shoving his half formed knot back where it belonged.

"Oh…!" There was pure delight in Tony's voice as he was manhandled and a long drawn out moan when Peter's mouth latched onto his nipple. Tony's hard cocklet was pressed between their stomachs, a hard line of heat that only leaked harder with the friction it was now getting.

The popping motion of his knot, still too small to properly lock up, had the omega whining, his legs tightening around Peter's hips. Tony didn't have to worry about that though, Peter would make sure every drop of cum was deposited right against Tony's womb.

Sweet omega milk filled Peter's mouth and he swallowed it down just as his knot popped in place.

He filled up his omega's cunt, load after load of thick cum and in return, Tony's sweet milk filled his belly.

The rush of liquid heat and the sucking on his nipple, the letdown of milk, had Tony trembling through his third orgasm. This time, his pussy was successfully able to milk Peter's knot as it had been trying to do all night.

The vicious squeezes around his cock had the alpha shuddering in Tony's arms. Load after load spilled freely into Tony's insides. Each pulse had Peter gripping his mate's body, short abortive thrusts that he couldn't help but make with each load.

The knot was firmly in place and both omega and alpha shuddered through the mix of pain and pleasure. Pain every time the knot was jostled when Peter's hips jerked and pleasure when the knot pressed in deep, stimulating the oversensitive bundle of nerves that had Tony drooling into the pillow, tears squeezing from hazy eyes.

Eventually, the knot milking eased and Peter was ready to simply bask in the afterglow.

But true to Tony's nature, his omega lover surprised him by rolling Peter onto his back. Tony lifted his hips up, Peter's softening cock slipping out with a still abundant amount of cum. He could only imagine how much he had truly filled Tony up with if there was still this much spilling out.

His cock gave a twitch of interest at the sight and despite the reddened hue of Tony's cheeks, the omega still gave him a cocky smile. Peter's heart fluttered at the top familiar sight, loving Tony even more just for that arrogant smile.

Now would be a good time to clean up and shower. The sweat cooled their bodies down and they had certainly made a mess but that didn't seem to be in Tony's plans.

Instead, he did his own cleanup, kneeling between Peter's legs and slipping the soft alpha cock into his mouth. He licked up every drop of slick and cum and Peter shuddered as his omega's tongue gently massaged and slid along the thick but soft length of cock.

All the while, Tony's fingers gently pressed against Peter's impossibly tight omega hole.

Since he'd been studded, his pussy hadn't gotten much attention and the further along he'd gotten, the less those urges came. It still felt nice though, the feeling of Tony's fingertip teasing its way inside him, gentle and careful of the changes his body underwent.

Tony brought him to orgasm just like that, adjusting steadily to Peter's soft cock growing and then filling his mouth until his lips stretched wide. The knot was a soft little thing at the base of Peter's cock, still too sensitive to pop for a second round. The cum that filled Tony's mouth was still thick but not as abundant.

It was enough to satisfy them both.

Tony cuddled up to him and Peter tucked his face against the omega's chest with a contented sigh. Right now, nothing could pull Peter away from his mate and the soft afterglow that surrounded them.

Tony hummed in contentment, fingers brushing through Peter's hair. He hummed in answer and nuzzled even closer to his mate's body, once more slipping the omega's nipple into his mouth to nurse.

He drank down dribbles of sweet omega milk, enjoying every drop and enjoying it selfishly at that.

With how many times they mated, it was only a matter of time before Tony became pregnant but until then… Peter would definitely enjoy trying for it, as he knew Tony did.

#starker #madstarker writes #omegaverse #sfsummerbingo23 #nff #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #intersex omegas #dont come at me for my prny titles 🫠

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authoressofdarkness · 10 months

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Fill: Mafia AU for @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2023

Mind the tags y'all! Pretty typical mafia AU bs below but I just want everyone to be safe. Read on AO3.

Peter can’t see anything when he wakes up.

Of course he can’t; what do you expect when you get hit over the head and abducted? He should know better. It’s not the first time someone has tried to use him against Ben, although it would be the first time they’ve gotten this far. Ben doesn’t mess around with his and May’s safety.

This time is different, though, and not just because of the fact they’d successfully abducted him and taken him to God only knows where. He can’t put his finger on why until a voice speaks from somewhere that sounds alarmingly distant, but the concussion he likely has is the least of his worries when he hears it.

“Oh, look. Sleeping beauty awakens.”

Peter tenses. It’s Tony Stark. He’s in deep fucking trouble.

It certainly explains how they got past the security that’s been not-so-secretly tailing him since the last incident, and also the fact that his arms are tied so tightly that they’ve gone numb. These are professionals. The mafia. Ben has been looking into Tony’s case for years, but Tony has never seemed to care before. Why now?

“Aw, look at that. He’s well educated, this one. You knew who I was as soon as I spoke. Your body says it all.” A hand brushes down his jawline, and he jolts a little. “You can talk. If I didn’t want you to, I’d have gagged you,” he continues nonchalantly.

Maybe it’s the fog or the dull throbbing he feels in his head, but it takes a minute for that to register and for him to realize that no, he isn’t gagged. He licks his lips, considering what to say.

“If you’re hoping I’ll beg, you’re wrong,” he says at last. “Ben will come for me like always.”

“You think so?” Tony sounds amused. It throws him off more than he wants to admit, but he presses on.

“I know so.” Even if he sounds more unsteady than he did a minute ago.

“That’s cute, sweetheart. Such confidence. But I have to say, I think Ben’s a little busy at the moment, doll. You might be stuck with me for a while.”

It’s the cool confidence in those words more than anything that makes him nervous. Tony has done something, and whatever it is, he’s sure it worked.

Peter’s heartbeat picks up. “What did you do to him?” he blurts before he can think better of it.

“Nothing, silly boy. Then he can’t do what I want him to. Just left him a little warning of what might happen to you if he doesn't clean up.” A finger brushes his cheek again.

The shiver goes down his spine before he can help it. Both at the touch, and at the threat. It’s obviously a thinly veiled threat. “I’m not afraid of you,” he tells him, trying for strong and confident, but that’s not how it comes out. More uncertain and wobbly.

Tony just chuckles. “You shouldn’t be. Not for that, anyway. If I have to kill you, I’ll just be supervising. My men are much more creative with making it painful and drawn out than I am.” He pauses, and the gentle touch on his jawline turns to a firm grip on his jaw. “Now, in between... that’s what you should be afraid of, because that’s all me, sweetheart.”

Peter gulps involuntarily. Okay, that’s scarier than he cares to admit. Tony has quite the reputation himself, and it takes a physical effort not to run through every story he’s ever heard. And there’s a lot; good, bad, scary, and of course downright hot.

He pushes the thoughts away. “Got special plans for me, do you?” He’s going for sarcastic, but then it also falls short.

Tony chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.”

The threat in the words is, again, barely bothered to be concealed. It’s dangerous and scary and yet somehow thrilling in the implication.

Peter flushes when he starts to indeed think of some ideas, and Tony’s chuckle only makes him turn a deeper shade of red. Then he releases his chin and steps away. Peter almost mourns the absence of his heat.

“Take him to a room and lock him up. I have to make some calls before anything else. Besides, I gave his uncle a day to respond before I show him how serious I am.”

They throw him in a room, cutting the rope on his arms and leaving him there.

Eventually the feeling comes back to his arms, even if it takes several minutes of shaking on the floor from the intense pins and needles sensation running through them. Then he pulls off the blindfold.

He’s just in a bedroom, he sees, when his eyes finally return to normal. It’s a surprisingly normal room — not an obvious cell, although there are no windows.

He climbs unsteadily into bed. There’s not much else to do. Even if he really thought he could make it out of this impenetrable house — which he honestly doesn’t — he’s fairly sure he’s concussed. His head is pounding so hard that standing is uncomfortable. If he’s going to try to escape, now isn’t the time to waste that opportunity.

Despite the conflict raging in every inch of his body, he falls asleep.

When he wakes up, he can sense immediately that he’s in a different place. Not only because of the difference he can feel in the sheets — rougher, obviously meant to be disposed of, not to be comfortable — but because of exactly how much difference he can feel. He’s been stripped down to his boxers. Fuck.

Once again, the first thing he hears is Tony Stark's voice.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, sweetheart.”

Peter ignores him, testing his bonds. His ankles are bound and spread wide. His arms, oddly enough, are not. He pushes himself into a sitting position and pulls off the blindfold, looking around and spotting Tony for the first time.

He’s shorter than he realized, he thinks, but still gives off the tall, dark, intimidating appearance. He radiates a charisma and sense of control that makes Peter’s hair stand on end because he knows it’s not the good kind. Yet it’s still damn attractive.

And alarming, because every other time he’s seen Tony Stark, while from a distance or on surveillance, he’s been impeccably dressed, the pure channel of that control. Now he’s dressed casually, in ripped blue jeans and a ratty band tee shirt that looks like it’s seen more years than Peter has lived.

The choice isn’t lost on him. The disposable room they are in, hella less expensive clothes than what Tony normally wears... It's obvious what’s happening next. His stomach clenches with fear that he swallows down. Panicking won’t help.

Tony must read the immediate panic on his face, because his expression softens, just a fraction. “Relax. We still have time. That’s why I let you wake up first.”

Let him wake up. They'd drugged him.

“How long was I out?” He needs to know.

Tony presses his lips together as if considering how much to tell him. “A while,” he says at last. “Long enough for your uncle to think he was going to get away with something.”

Peter swallows hard. He’d known that Ben wouldn’t give into whatever demands Tony had sent him, not right away, but the words still send a spike of fear through his gut. “What are you going to do to me?”

Tony shrugs, standing up. He grabs something off the table he’s been sitting at, and Peter realizes it’s a tray of... food?

“Right now, I’m going to make you eat, because you’re going to need it. Then we’ll get started.” He sets the tray on his lap.

Peter tenses, both at the closeness and his words. “Is it drugged again?”

“After, it might be,” Tony tells him, with a flippant honesty that takes him by surprise. “But no, not this time. I need you awake to film.”

“Film what?” Peter presses. He doesn’t want to know, but he needs to.

Tony takes a step away from him and heaves a sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. Despite the severity of his words, the elder man's demeanor is a lot more casual than before. “Don’t worry about it right now. I’m not going to mutilate you. Not if I don’t have to. Hurting kids is hardly fun, you know. I’m not a psychopath, believe it or not.”

Peter frowns, not sure if he should believe that, nor why Tony would tell him that. He just nods and starts eating. Tony probably isn’t going to tell him anymore right now, and he's not sure he would like it even if he did.

He eats as much as he thinks he can stomach, then stops, pushing the tray away. Tony gets up immediately from where he'd settled in a metal chair in the corner to retrieve it.

Peter waits until he’s close, then lays a hand on his arm when he reaches for the tray. He feels Tony stiffen, but he’s not immediately batted off. “What?”

“Please tell me what you’re going to do to me.” He’s not going to beg, he’s better than that, but he will ask. It’s obvious how badly it’s getting to him, but when he looks up at Tony, the mobster doesn’t look amused like he did earlier. Just tired, maybe a little wary.

“Are you sure you want me to tell you?”

Peter hesitates. No. But he feels like he needs to know.

Tony just shakes his head. The hesitation is answer enough for him. “Then don’t ask.” He takes the tray and leaves.

Tony doesn’t return for a half hour or so. By the time he does, Peter has tried every thing to get out of his bonds unsuccessfully. He can’t even reach them, nor does he know what he’d do if he could. These are real cuffs, sized to him. Not ropes or a cheap pair of handcuffs.

If Tony was alerted to any of his attempts, he doesn’t seem to care. He walks right over and pushes against his shoulder. “Lay down.”

Peter makes a feeble attempt at resisting. “Why?”

“You know why. Lay. Down.” The words leave no room for argument. Then Tony adds, softer, “If I have to force you, this will be worse than it has to be.”

That much Peter knows is true, and he knows struggling will be futile, at least this time. So he lays down. Whatever he can do to make this as easy to get through as possible...

Tony cuffs his arms in and pulls the blindfold back over his eyes. Peter hears his footsteps move away, and the faint sounds of him messing with something from far away before he mutters, “Alright. Showtime.”

The seconds tick away as Tony returns to the bed, and Peter immediately tenses. He’s seen enough and heard enough about Tony to know how much this is going to hurt. He can sense the change in the man’s demeanor without him even opening his mouth. The casual clothes don't make him any less terrifying when he slips back into his more terrifying persona. Any warmth seems to seep out of the room.

Despite Peter's expectations, pain isn’t what comes next. A hand touches his chest, humming a little as it travels down, and then he feels the edge of his boxers being lifted. In the second it takes him to register exactly what’s going on, they’ve been cut straight down each leg.

Peter swallows hard. Fuck. He honestly doesn’t know if this is better or worse than the immense amount of pain he’d been expecting.

Tony chuckles, and it’s a cold, emotionless sound, so unlike how he’d spoken to him a few minutes ago.

“Such a pretty boy. You’d have made someone very happy someday. It’s a shame I have to do this. But you can thank your uncle for that.”

A hand runs down his chest again, fingers drawing slowly from his collarbone down to his nipple, rubbing a tight circle around it.

A gasp leaves Peter's mouth before he can help it. He can almost hear the way Tony smirks at the sound. “Easy, darling. We’ve barely started.”

Peter cinches his eyes shut, glad for the blindfold to hide it. Tony’s hand travels lower, nails gently scraping down his stomach, light enough to tickle but also leave barely-there marks. He squirms under the touch, eliciting another chuckle from the mobster.

"There there. I’ll get there eventually, sweetheart. Although I don’t know if you’ll like it when I do.” The fingers trailing between his hips pause in their descent. “Anything you’d like to say to your uncle before we get started?”

Peter licks his lips. “You’re not getting anything from me, Mr. Stark. Go to hell.”

Tony chuckles. “Fair enough.” He presses something hard and leathery into Peter’s mouth, and the younger man bites it automatically, wishing he didn’t feel grateful for it. At least he doesn’t have to worry about what he says now.

The mobster climbs on the bed and settles between his legs. His hands run up Peter's bare thighs, the motion soft but his palms rough and calloused against his skin. He’s surprisingly gentle, thumbs rubbing little circles against his hip bones as if to try to soothe him for just a second before one presses down, the other moving to wrap around his cock.

And fuck, he’s hard and he definitely should not be. By all definitions, he was hurt and abducted, and there’s no denying that this is rape. Or at least Tony intends it to be, but for some reason Peter isn’t entirely sure he doesn’t like it.

Okay, to say he’d always been fascinated by the mob boss would be an understatement. It was hard not to be, with Ben having spent so many years telling him about him, pouring over case files and trying his damndest to implicate him in something, somehow. And maybe Peter had started to join him with the intention to help. Up until now, he's convinced himself that was all his interest was about.

Now his own body was ousting him.

Ben wouldn’t see anything besides what Tony was doing to him. But both of them could feel it even before Tony starts stroking him with one of those calloused hands, and a nearly pornographic moan tears from his throat, barely muffled at all by the gag.

Tony strokes him agonizingly slowly, making him feel things that he absolutely shouldn’t. To Peter's credit, he really tries to keep from giving into the feeling, and it actually takes several minutes before his body really begins to betray him. When the pleasure starts to build and he feels the hand that splays over his stomach as if wanting to feel when his abdomen started to seize, he suddenly realizes what’s happening.

Tony is teasing him. He has no intention of letting him come. And this is Ben’s punishment, watching him be edged on camera.

So why the fuck does it feel so good? Why isn’t he terrified out of his mind?

He should be terrified. But instead, the only fear he feels right now is fear of Tony stopping. All he can focus on is the feeling of the hand on his dick and the nails tickling his stomach, muscles clenching, the pressure building until he’s so close, desperately trying to fight the hand that presses firmly down over his stomach when he starts trying to chase the pleasure himself and then-

He lets out a choked cry when Tony pulls away, despite knowing it was coming. Fuck, it was only one and he’s so hard it hurts.

Tony chuckles dryly, though this time he doesn’t sound very amused. “Easy, sweetheart," he murmurs, and then louder, for the camera, "We’re only getting started."

Peter groans, unable to help himself. He tilts his head back, squeezing his eyes tight under the blindfold. It can’t get worse than this, can it? But he knows it can.

It gets a lot worse, apparently, because Tony apparently has no intention of keeping things informal. Maybe he’s just not too worried since he doesn’t intend to let Peter come, but Peter still doesn’t expect it when he feels something warm and wet wrap around the tip of his cock.

Tony Stark is sucking his dick. His first blowjob, and he won’t even get to come.

Tony’s mouth slides down his cock, and Peter groans again, writhing under him. The mob boss’s hands press into his hips firmly, keeping him flat against the bed as he hollows his cheeks out and sucks.

It just feels so good and so bad at the same time. He doesn’t know how to handle it. He writhes and moans and tries to arch, and the man above him makes sure he gets absolutely nowhere.

He hardly realizes how overwhelmed he really is until Tony pulls away and a choked sob tears itself from his throat. Tony makes a low, almost intrigued hum at the sound.

“There, there, precious. Don’t cry.”

He jumps a little when he feels those rough fingers brush his cheek, and realizes suddenly the blindfold is wet. He hadn’t even noticed.

“Just one more, this time,” Tony promises, voice low and throaty. “Then you can tell uncle all about it and we’ll call it a day.”

Peter's groan is his only attempt at a response. Tony runs his hands down his chest again, teasing his nipple for a few sparse seconds, just enough to make him whine a little, before moving all the way back to his hips.

“If you breathe, it’s easier,” Tony reminds, sounding almost pitying. “You should hope your uncle doesn’t go too long. Too much of this and you’ll be used to it. I could turn you into such a pretty little slut.”

Peter whimpers, tilting his head back. He wishes his cock didn’t throb at the words, the idea of it, but it does.

Tony chuckles quietly, apparently feeling it as he starts stroking him again. “You like that, baby boy? Does that turn you on? The idea of being mine? Being a slut for me?”

Peter groans, trying to squirm again. “Please,” he tries to say, but the gag doesn’t allow him to.

Tony gets the gist, though. “Please what, darling? Want me to keep you? Want me to do this to you all the time?” His voice is dark, dangerous, and accompanied by a gentle squeeze on his cock.

Peter moans, unable to help himself. Fuck, it’s hot and scary and intriguing and he should be so fucking scared, but then the elder man’s hot mouth is sucking at his balls and any thoughts of the threat melt away immediately, replaced by the feel of his impending orgasm, the blood rushing in his ears, and the sound of his own choked moans.

Tony pulls away again, leaving him straining against his bonds and moaning. Peter isn't even sure how long it takes him to settle down, but when he does, Tony leans over again, pulling whatever he’d shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag out of his mouth.

“Last chance, sweetheart. Anything you want to say to the camera?”

Peter sucks in a greedy, unhindered breath. It takes a moment to register what Tony’s asking, but he manages to pant out, “Go to hell.” Only this time he doesn’t know who he’s directing it towards.

Tony just sighs dramatically, getting up and shutting off the camera. A moment later, he returns to the bed. It creaks as he crawls on the other side and settles beside Peter.

The blindfold slips up onto his forehead, and Peter blinks a few times. The world goes in and out of focus for a minute as his eyes readjust.

Tony is beside him. He presses something against his lips, and Peter opens automatically. He probably shouldn’t, especially considering what just happened, but he does.

As it turns out, it’s just a straw. Peter greedily sucks down a few drinks until his senses return enough, he turns his head away. “I don’t want you to drug me again,” he mumbles. If it is drugged, it's far too late now, but...

“It’s just water. Not drugged. Drink,” Tony orders.

Peter complies. He doesn’t know that he entirely trusts that, but he’s dying of thirst. He drinks the rest of the glass in a few swallows.

The automatic movement and the cold water calm him, as it’s probably supposed to. Tony releases the cuffs while he’s preoccupied, and takes Peter by surprise when he keeps a hold of his wrists and begins to rub the circulation back into them. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Does it matter?” Peter drops his eyes to Tony's hands, unable to look him in the eyes.

Tony releases one wrist to grab his chin, tapping his head up. The elder man's eyes are dark and serious. “Yes. It does.”

Peter closes his eyes. “It hurts,” he admits.

He hears Tony sigh. “Hurts less than what the guys thought I should do.” What he would have done to an adult, he didn’t have to say.

Peter understands it anyway. “I know,” he mutters. Is it odd that he feels grateful, in that respect? Probably not as odd as him being unable to decide whether he had actually liked any of it.

“If it means anything, I apologize. And if you want me to... I won’t make you suffer another day.”

Peter’s head snaps up, eyes wide as saucers. “What?” He knows he should think logically about it, that Tony can’t possibly actually mean that he would kill him, not with Ben’s job still hanging in the balance, but panic overrules his better senses for a moment.

Tony realizes instantly, gripping his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean I’d kill you. Christ. I was offering to let you come.”

Peter stares at him for a second. The hand on his shoulder feels unnaturally heavy. He slowly leans away, unsure. “You’re messing with me.”

Tony catches his chin, making him meet his eyes. “No. There’s no point. I’m not going to say I won’t have to tease you again if I have to do another, because I very well may. But I won’t make you sit like this all night.”

Peter wets his lips. His mouth still feels impossibly dry. “I... would appreciate that,” he whispers, lowering his eyes again. The offer is more than kind, all things considered. He can't fathom why Tony would actually do it, and he's still on the fence as to whether to believe him, despite the little seed of hope it gives him.

Something in Tony's face softens, just a little, at the quiet admission. “Ask me, then. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I assume we’re still talking about sexually.”

The elder man smiles, but it’s dry and humorless. He anticipates what Peter is thinking without missing a beat. “I’ll let you go when Ben does what he’s supposed to. That’s it. Unless you have a reasonable request in the meantime...”

“Clothes, maybe?”

Tony tilts his head in acknowledgement. “Maybe I can give you something. After. If you still want to come.”

Peter presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. It shouldn’t be embarrassing, all things considered. Maybe it only is because it’s a fantasy taken to a whole different level than what he ever could have anticipated. But it’s hard not to flush when he murmurs, “Yes, please, sir.”

At least it seems to affect Tony, too. He inhales a sharp breath. “It’s a shame. You would be such a pretty, trainable little slut too,” the mobster murmurs, and Peter jumps a little when he trails a finger down the line of his jaw. “I know I was teasing you earlier, but... you are very turned on. You really did enjoy that, didn't you?”

Peter turns even deeper scarlet at the question, if that’s even possible. “No. Yes. I mean– I don’t know." He may as well admit that much. Tony has already seen right through him.

Tony hums as if considering this. He pulls Peter's hands away from his face, his grip firm but not harsh. Peter's eyes are bloodshot when he looks up at him again. “But you want to come?”

“Please.” It’s okay to beg now that the camera is off, right?

Tony’s face flickers with bemusement, but if he’s thinking the same thing, he doesn’t say it. “How?”

“I get a choice?” Peter asks, wary.

Tony just shrugs. “Considering what I just put you through and likely will do again? Why not.”

Peter nods once, licking his lips. There’s an immediate answer that comes to his head, of course, but does he want to ask for it? Is he even capable of asking for it? He honestly doesn’t know if he can get the words out.

And should he? What if the camera really isn’t turned off? What if Tony is messing with him to hurt him more? But then, why would he? He has total control already. There’s not much point. Breaking Peter too much won’t do anything for him if he intends to let him go, after all. Ben could easily take back whatever it is Tony is making him say or do for him if he damages Peter too much.

Tony’s quiet chuckle is what jolts him out of his thoughts. “If that’s what you want, all you had to do is say so, sweetheart,” he says, and Peter’s blush colors his cheeks anew as he realizes he’d drifted off in thought staring at Tony’s mouth.

Well. At least he doesn’t have to ask now. Tony flashes him what can only be described as a wicked grin and moves to settle between his legs.

Tony runs his hands over Peter’s thighs again. The motion is light and gentle, this time, and Peter rests his head back, taking a breath.

But Tony isn’t going to just do this and let him forget exactly who it is between his legs and why. He presses a kiss to Peter’s hipbone, catching him off guard. “Was this your first?”

Peter watches him with cautious eyes, still unsure. “Yes.” If Tony's words during the video were anything to go by, he doubts it will surprise him.

Tony doesn't seem surprised, but he is quiet for a long moment. “Let me make it up to you, then. I just need something from you, first."

There it is. The catch he’d been expecting. He’s already cursing himself for being so gullible, wondering if he can really hold out another day for Ben when this one has already been a mixture of every fantasy he's ever had and also literal hell, and then-

“A kiss.”

That’s the last thing Peter was expecting to hear. "What?"

“You heard me. I want you to bring your pretty self over here and kiss me. Or let me kiss you. I’ll take either.”

“Why?” Peter can’t help asking. If he was confused before, he's even more so now. Tony must know that he doesn't have much to give him in return, sure, but a kiss was not the kind of extortion that he'd been expecting.

“Because I don’t want to take the choice away from you to do it, and I might have to later if you don’t. Besides, if I’m going to ruin you, I may as well do it completely.” Tony smirks, nails trailing, ticklishly light, down his stomach and onto his thighs.

Peter's muscles clench under the touch, but he can’t bring himself to pull away. It’s not as if it isn’t true. Tony just doesn’t know exactly how much he’s already ruined him, and the reality is that he's barely done anything compared to what Peter knows he's capable of. Hell, that just might be the problem.

“By that logic, are you going to fuck me, too?” The words come out before he can really think through what he’s asking.

Tony straightens a little, taken aback by the question for a moment before his expression smooths out again. “I… No. It would take a lot for me to get to that point,” he tells him, though the words come slowly, as if he is weighing their truth while he says them. “A wide variety of torture would come first, especially in your case. The assignment I gave your uncle isn’t that big of an ask. I’m not anticipating that happening.”

Peter lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, not sure if he feels relieved or disappointed by the words. “Right.” He hesitates to ask, given Tony has already given him more than he was expecting, but… the elder man has hinted at it too many times for him to not feel the need to ask. “What are you anticipating, then?”

Tony's expression darkens. The bite of his nails suddenly seems to be a bit firmer on his skin, toeing the previously unnoticed line between teasing and pinching.

“More denials, probably. Ben will have responded to what happened by morning. I’m sure he’ll try to negotiate. I may or may not accept, depending on how what he says holds up to what my intelligence says.”

“What if he still refuses?”

“Don't worry about that right now." It's not a reassuring answer.

“But–"

“I said we’ll worry about it then,” Tony responds, cutting him off. His tone is sharp, and Peter is still struck with a sudden fear that maybe he’d pushed his kindness just a little too far, overstepping the boundaries that were never defined but had to be there. "I don't like to repeat myself Peter. If you're looking for promises, I can't make any. Situations like this can change with the snap of my fingers." The implication isn't missed on Peter, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it when the other man continues.

"Now–" Tony grips his cock suddenly, making him jolt a little at the pleasant-painful touch. “Do you want me to suck your dick or not?”

The words, combined with the touch, make his cock throb. It's a distraction tactic, but an effective one, throwing him completely off the topic. “Yes, please.” Peter's words are barely a whimper.

“Then shut up before I fill your babbling mouth with mine,” Tony mutters, but before Peter can respond or even apologize, Tony's lips are wrapping around the head of his cock again and everything he might have been going to say is lost.

Tony’s mouth is hot and wet and frankly more amazing than he imagined, even after the half-assed first blowjob. His tongue slides against the underside of Peter’s length, pressing gently in all the right places to make him cry out and convulse under him. The addition of being able to see him do it is almost enough to make Peter blow his load immediately, but he tried to hold off. This is not an opportunity that he wants to waste, after all. If this isn't enough to satisfy him… well, he's going to be hurting for it tomorrow, that's for certain.

Between his newness and his hyper arousal, it still doesn't take very long for Tony to make him come. Tony’s mouth moves from his cock to attend to his balls, one hand still stroking him repeatedly, and even with his eyes squeezed closed, that’s all it takes for him to come with a strangled yell, spilling all over Tony's hand and his own stomach.

He’s vaguely aware of Tony dropping his cock, the feeling of the mob boss’s calloused hands smoothing from his hips down to his knees, straightening his cramping legs from where he'd been pulling on the ankle bonds unwittingly. Then he’s leaning forward, and Peter exhales the little air he has left in a soft moan as Tony’s hot tongue smooths against his skin, licking the expanse of his stomach clean.

Their eyes meet again for a second, and Tony licks his lips.

“It really is a shame I have to give you back." The mobster's voice is deliciously throaty, an unwelcome reminder of what they've just done. His eyes are nearly glowing with what Peter can only describe as malicious intent. "You’re such a delicious little thing. I’ve been needing a new slut for a while now, and you’re just my type.”

Peter's stomach clenches at the words, more than a small dose of fear and something he doesn't want to name twisting inside his gut, but there’s no mistaking the way he’s growing half hard again between them.

“But Ben would really have to fuck up for me to do that,” Tony continues, almost thoughtfully, as he gets to his feet and moves to fix Peter’s bonds. Peter lets him, almost in a daze from this surreal experience. Or maybe dissociated is the better word.

"Who knows. Maybe God will smile upon us, hm?” And with that, Tony flashes him a wicked grin and leaves him alone in the room.

~~~

It’s the next day before he sees Tony himself again.

Someone comes in and shoves a tray of food in his lap, untying one of his hands so that he can eat, and then disappears again.

Despite the crazy way this has gone suggesting otherwise, this isn’t the first bad situation he’s been in. It’s never been this severe, of course, but he’s certainly been tied up before, and Ben has made sure he can get out of most bonds, given proper time. It's all too easy, once he's left unattended, for him to get his other wrist and then his ankles free.

Well, maybe not all too easy. His food is cold by the time he gets completely free, and the room is barren and cold and the only exit is locked from the outside, but... well, he doesn’t have to spend the night in that uncomfortable position. No one else comes in, and whether they know he’s free from his bonds or not, he doesn’t know, but they leave him alone.

Until the next day. The door to his weirdly big cell bursts open suddenly, startling him awake, and Tony Stark stalks in, gun in hand and eyes glowing with ire.

Peter is on his feet almost before Tony orders him to get up, and he barely makes it a step back—his self-preservation instincts kicking in far too late—before Tony has reached him, grabbing his arm and dragging him out with a grip that verges on dislocating his shoulder if he pulls against it. He's still completely naked from the night before.

Now that the door is open, Peter can hear the commotion outside. Fighting. Yelling. Gunshots. And they’re heading right for it.

“Mr. Stark-“ he starts, uncertainly, but a look from Tony silences him. This is not the same man that was patiently taking care of him last night. That is long gone now.

Peter isn't sure which version of Tony Stark was the facade, but he's smart enough to know that now isn't the time to try to find out. His mouth snaps closed as soon as Tony looks at him.

“Shut up and do exactly as I tell you, or someone who doesn’t have to is going to die."

Peter doesn't need any more convincing.

He lets himself be dragged into a deserted meeting room– not far from the gun fight that's happening elsewhere in the house, judging by the echoes that are still bouncing around the hall, but in a space it hasn't reached yet. Tony shoves him onto his knees on the floor, settling in a chair.

“What are we-“ Peter tries, earning another cold side eye from the mobster.

“Waiting.” Tony sheaths the one gun he was holding in his belt and grabs another seemingly from nowhere, rubbing the barrel with his shirt for a moment before appearing satisfied. “Any more questions?”

Peter shakes his head mutely, leaning his head against the front of the chair and waiting.

The first time the door opens, it’s just two of Tony’s men. Peter startles so much that he almost jumps to his feet, but Tony's hand clamps on the back of his head, keeping him down. It’s obvious based on the way they’re dressed and the weapons they carry — and the lack of them being pointed at Tony — that they work for him, and that they knew he was in here.

“How many are alive?” is the first thing Tony asks.

“Most of them. There’s always a stray bullet or two, but I don’t think any of them are definitely dead. Not if we vacate in the next fifteen minutes, anyway.”

“Well, he better get his ass in here soon, then,” Tony says, mildly, as if the lives of the men outside are of no consequence to him. Of course they aren't. What were you expecting, Peter?

Peter swallows down his rising questions. He wants to ask who they’re talking about, what’s going on, but he knows it won’t be taken well if he does. He has a feeling even if the mild version of Tony Stark he was treated to yesterday actually exists, he would never show it in front of his men. He has a sinking feeling he knows exactly what's about to happen, anyway.

The men take up their places, and while he doesn’t exactly relax, Peter lowers his head again. He was told to wait, so that's what he does, steadying himself as best he can with deep, meticulously counted breaths.

Tony's grip relaxes on his head, but the hand stays in his hair, toying with his curls. Though it's almost calming, it also feels downright possessive.

The next time the door opens, he never gets to lift his head. Tony’s hand, which had drifted down, stroking long lines along the back of Peter's neck, fists into the fine hair at the base of it, keeping his head firmly down. Peter can see the gun on Tony's knee in his peripheral. That alone is enough to keep him from moving.

“I was beginning to think they’d killed you, despite my orders,” Tony says, fingers drumming almost lazily on the barrel of the weapon right across from Peter's head.

“You knew we were coming.” Ben’s voice pierces something in his chest. He’d suspected, of course, but hearing and knowing were two different things. “How?”

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out. Although I have to say, it was ridiculously predictable, especially for an officer of your caliber.” A backhanded compliment, Peter recognizes, but one that does nothing to diffuse the situation, nor does he think Tony intended it to.

“So." Tony's tone is too casual for their situation as he carries on. "Your men are nearly all injured, most of them probably close to dead, or at least equal in uselessness. You’re here. What you’re looking for is right here.” He tugs Peter's hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make him hiss. A tap on Peter's cheek with the barrel of the gun is enough to keep his eyes on him instead of drifting, like they'd started to, towards Ben. He finds Tony's dark eyes are alight with amusement and something much more dangerous. “Unfortunately I’m not very inclined to give him back to you now.”

“Let him go, Stark,” Ben snaps, and he knows from experience the way Ben looks right now, even with his gaze locked on Tony's; the way the muscle in his jaw is jumping with anger, body tense, a coil ready to spring from his place across the room. “It’s over.”

Tony laughs. It's nothing like the teasing laughs at Peter's expense last night. No, this sound makes every hair on his body stand up. “Is it? Really? If it’s over for anyone, it’s you, Parker. We had a deal. You broke it. This is what you get. Speaking of,” he adds suddenly, looking down at Peter again with those too-dark eyes, “We also had a deal, that I so kindly let you off of last night because you were too wrecked to hold to it. I think now would be a good time for you to own up to it.” The barrel of the gun he’s brandishing idly brushes his cheek again. “Don’t you think?”

Peter gulps, mind immediately set to racing. Fuck. What deal did they make? Had he said something last night in all his horny haste? Or maybe there was a conversation that had happened while he was drugged and he didn’t remember it?

Tony grins a little at his confusion. Ben tries to step forward, an argument ready to leave his open mouth, but Peter seems a dark haired man behind Tony step forward and cock a gun at him, freezing him in place.

“A kiss, Bambi,” Tony reminds, voice quiet and yet still carrying that dangerous edge. “You owe me a kiss.”

Oh. That. He can’t believe Tony let him forget, but then... did he really forget? If Tony remembered and knew about this, was he just waiting for this moment to collect? Or was he really just now remembering?

It didn’t matter. The comment on the way here about people dying made sense now, as it was obviously meant to. If he didn’t cooperate, Ben would die. Simple as that.

He starts to raise himself up, only to be pushed back to his knees by Tony.

“Oh, I changed my mind, sweetheart,” Tony drawls, an absolutely feral grin turning up his lips. “You’re going to kiss me, yes. But not on the lips.”

The innuendo sends a thrill down his spine, a mix of terror and nerves and something that could have been excitement or something else he was better off not naming-

“Move,” Tony orders, his voice cutting into Peter’s thoughts.

“Haven’t you already hurt him enough?” Ben snaps, and Peter risks a glance over to see him being held back by one of Tony’s men, nearly frantic in trying to get to him. “Leave him alone. I told you, it’s over. Even if you somehow make it out of here, they’ve got you for felony kidnapping charges at the least. You’ll be hunted-“

“What else is new,” Tony mutters, dismissive. He uses his grip on Peter's hair to make the boy drag his mouth along the inside of his thigh, clear up and over the bulge in his pants, then holds his head there. “Make a decent effort, Bambi, or next time it will be the gun,” he whispers for only Peter to hear.

Peter can barely nod against the grip on his hair. He feels like everyone in the room is watching as he slowly opens his mouth, tongue moving from the button of his pants all the way down the line of the zipper. He nips at the zipper piece, tugging it as hard as he dared with his teeth and looking up at Tony.

Tony just smirks back at him, eyes wicked and almost consumed by black pupils. Without taking his eyes off Peter, he says, “You might be right, Parker. But there’s one thing you’re wrong about. It’s not just over for me.” He lets go of Peter’s hair and shoves him back. “Up. Let's go.”

“No!” Peter looks toward the cry to see both men holding Ben back. “Peter! Stark, you can’t-“

Ben never gets to finish. One of the men takes out a gun, and before Peter even has time to panic, whips him across the face with the butt of it. Ben drops to the floor like a stone.

Tony turns to Peter with that feral grin, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him in, kissing him for real. His tongue traces over Peter’s lips, which part automatically, then dips into his mouth, tasting and claiming.

He kisses him until Peter is panting and weak at the knees, and Tony’s arm is about the only thing keeping him on his feet. Then he finally pulls away, grinning, and tugs him toward the door. “Let's go, Bambi.”

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Peter doesn’t get a chance to resist.

Tony has a firm grip around his waist and is tugging him out of the room before he’s even had a chance to recover his breath. He manages to get one last good look at Ben — breathing, he’s sure of that much, at least — and then he’s being dragged out.

Out of the room, out the back door, and into a car. Tony shoves him in the backseat and slides in beside him. Almost before the door has completely closed, the mobster has taken his wrists and cuffed them behind his back. He barely has time to wonder where in the world the cuffs came from before Tony has slid off his tie and is wrapping that around his eyes.

“What-“ He tries, but Tony cuts him off.

“Until we get to the jet, you can’t see anything. Secrets to be kept and all that. And no, don’t bother bombarding me with questions, because I either don’t have or won’t give you the answers right now.”

Peter frowns. Considering everything that just happened, he’s fairly sure asking a few questions should be justified. “Why do I have to be bound, at least?” It comes out much shakier than he intended.

Tony chuckles, pulling him against his seat. The sound isn't as hair raising as it was a few minutes before, but its still tinged with a manic, dangerous sort of joy. “Oh. Those are partially because you’re a flight risk, and partially just for fun.”

“For fun?” Peter repeats. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge the flight risk comment. It seems stupid to. Even if he was inclined to try anything right now — which he isn’t; he needs way more information to try anything than what he has — he’s...naked and cuffed up in the back seat of a mobster’s car, with no idea what state he’s even in. What would he even do if he made it out?

“Yes. Fun. As cute as I’m sure you would be writhing around and hanging on me would be, I much prefer it when you’re still for me.” The mobster’s hand lands on his thigh, making him jump. “You being restrained and squirming for me has to be the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while. I think I’ll quite enjoy having you as a pet.” A hand wraps around his still exposed cock.

Peter stiffens, feeling his body start to respond to the touch almost instantly.

“Mr. Stark...”

What can only be the elder man’s mouth touches his shoulder, hot and wet, pressing kisses along and up it until he reaches his pulse point, sucking at it. Peter tamps down on a groan.

“Can’t wait to mark you all up,” Tony purrs. “As soon as we get to the safe house... fuck, baby, I can’t wait to make you scream.”

It’s hard to think with the elder man’s hand stroking his cock slowly and deliberately, the hot words and his mouth moving along his body. He tilts his head, baring his throat to him almost automatically, unable to help himself.

On one hand, the idea terrifies him. Being permanently separated from Ben and May, being Tony’s permanent... plaything. But on the other hand, Tony’s hands and mouth are warm and sending electricity along his body, and he can’t help thinking that maybe it won’t be so bad. Especially if there's any of the Tony that had visited him last night buried under this terrifying exterior.

“You’re hard as a rock, pretty boy,” Tony whispers against his skin. “Did you like being dragged around naked for everyone to see? Being forced to kneel, to use your mouth just for me, right in front of your uncle? When we get on the jet, you’re going to do it for real while I have my meeting. Suck me off nice and sloppy and loud, the whole time we’re there, in front of everyone. What do you think of that?”

That sends a shiver coursing through his body. The degradation and the absolute ownership in every word and touch is straight out of his deepest fears and his darkest desires.

“What if I say no?” His voice is weak and hoarse, even to his own ears. As the words leave his mouth, his hips squirm against the elder man’s touches.

“What if you say no?” Tony chuckles again, right by his ear. “Who told you that you get to say no, baby boy? You could try. And I suppose I could rape you until you couldn’t walk or talk and you’re so broken you don’t resist anymore. Or, if you really irritate me or I really don’t feel like fighting with you, I could sell you to someone who really doesn’t give a shit what you say. Or let the men use you for torture or target practice. Your uncle would be plenty horrified at that, I’m sure. Or...” Something cold and metallic touches his thigh, then trails up his body, pressing just insistently enough against his lips that he opens his mouth before he could think better of it. And he does think better of it, but not before he hears the safety click off and realizes that he just let Tony Stark slide the barrel of his gun into his mouth.

“I could just kill you,” Tony finishes, his lips brushing hotly against Peter’s ear. “Whenever or wherever I feel like. I could kill you right here, but-“ he’s still stroking the boy’s cock, and Peter’s hips twitch and buck against him now. “It’d be a shame when you’re just so close to changing your mind, isn’t it?”

Peter had frozen against him sometime after he’d heard the safety click off, and even the dull pleasure of the man stroking his cock can’t quite overrule the spike of fear and clarity that hit him when he realizes Tony’s handgun is nudging the back of his throat.

Tony nuzzles his throat, turning the gun to create gentle friction inside his mouth. “I’m going to let you think about it until we get to the jet,” the mobster whispers against his ear. “Why don’t you come sit in Daddy’s lap now-“ the hand drops his cock and wraps around his waist, tugging his back firmly against Tony’s chest. "-and you can just hold my gun for me while you think about it, hm? But in the meantime, naughty little pets don’t get to come, so... may as well close your legs for now, sweetheart. I’ll have them wide open when we get there either way.”

The gun presses insistently at the back of his throat as Peter curls up in the man’s lap, head lolling back against his shoulder. The words may as well have been burned into him. None of this is about Peter; it’s about hurting Ben. Revenge. Tony wants what will burn Ben most, and he’s inclined to agree that escaping the country with him and knowing that he’s being kept as Tony’s personal plaything is probably what will upset Ben most. At this point, killing him would be a reprieve, and they all know it. Whether it’s one any of them want for him... well, he really doesn’t want to die, even if he knows it might be better for him.

So Peter stews over the words and doesn’t try to resist, knowing that in itself would be taken as a decision. And when Tony nuzzles his neck and orders him to suck, to practice for giving him head as if his life depends on it, because it just might, he does.

He sucks and licks at the barrel of the gun in his mouth, tongue circling the barrel and tickling the underside with the tip of it. He can taste the metal and gunpowder and idly wonders if that’s even safe for him to consume, but it’s too late now.

Tony continues toying with and turning the gun in his mouth until they arrive at their stop. By the time they do, drool has started running out of the corners of his mouth, and his jaw aches from both the tension and the position of having sat there the whole time.

Tony pulls the gun free of his mouth and holsters it without even wiping it off, and then scoops him up. Peter doesn't try to wipe his face but closes his mouth immediately, trying to work the stiffness out of his jaw before Tony makes him follow through on his threats.

The air is cold when they step outside. In all reality the temperature really isn’t all that bad, but, well, he’s still completely naked, so... it feels very cold.

Tony carries him for an indeterminate amount of time before he’s hit with a blast of warm air and, shortly thereafter, set on his knees. Soft murmuring around him alerts him to the presence of Tony’s men surrounding them, and the realization of exactly how public his degradation is sends a shudder through him.

He feels the light press of Tony’s knees against his shoulders and knows the mobster is getting comfortable above him. He sits there for several minutes, waiting, when he hears the click of the safety on the gun again. He jumps when the still-slick metal brushes his cheek.

“Time to make a choice, Bambi." Tony's voice is soft, the closest thing to gentle it's been all day. “You can rest here on your knees and keep quiet with my cock until daddy can get you somewhere and spread you out, or you can call your aunt and say goodbye and take a short trip outside with one of the men. Choose wisely.”

Peter gulps. He isn’t stupid; he knows exactly what the second option means.

He doesn’t want to die. He isn’t anywhere near desperate enough to say he does, not yet. And if he really becomes that desperate later... well, the men will all still be carrying guns later on, and there’s plenty of ways he could act out to end up getting killed, should he really decide he prefers that.

So he swallows, trying to wet his throat that already feels like sandpaper, and opens his mouth after only a moment of hesitation. He hears Tony chuckle quietly, feels the gun brush across his bottom lip as if considering it anyway before the mobster draws it away.

“Excellent choice,” Tony purrs, sliding the gun into his holster and gripping his hair. He lets himself be guided up on his knees, the cold press of Tony’s zipper against his cheek before he’s unzipping it and something hot and firm slides between his open lips.

“Someone get me earplugs for the boy. I don’t want him listening in while we talk business just yet.”

There’s some quiet muttering, and a moment later, something soft presses against one ear, then the other.

Silence prevails as his mouth is guided further onto Tony’s cock, and there’s literally nothing else for him to focus on besides the task set before him.

Peter closes his eyes under the blindfold and tries to make himself relax. It’s hard, impossible, even, to push the situation itself to the back of his mind, but at least it’s easier to pretend it’s just him and Tony again when he can’t see or hear anyone else. He can feel the mobster's hand still tangled in his hair, holding him there, firm and unyielding. Right now it’s still, simply keeping him there, not allowing him to pull off but not forcing him to do anything more than be.

That's where he stays for the next several hours, nothing but the endless dark and silence, and the hot, overwhelming presence of Tony Stark – the prospect of life with him, at least for the considerable near future, making everything feel so much heavier – lingering over him, leaving him to stew in his own thoughts.

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starkerfestivals · 11 months

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Starker Festival’s Summer Bingo 2023 Sign Up

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Finally getting round to publishing my fifth square for the @starkerfestivals summer bingo!

prompt fill - Secrets wordcount ~ 2,800

warnings - misunderstandings, mentions of cheating, suspected affair, proposal, angst with a happy ending, swearing

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Peter would like to think he’d grown a thick skin over the past four years.

You could say it was a requirement for dating Tony Stark.

During those first few months he’d been coached by the Stark Industries’ PR team, as well as the man himself, over how to deal with the media and the public. He knew that there would always be tabloids stirring up trouble. Peter himself had been the centre of three supposed scandals himself during the past year alone. He knew that they flat-out lied and embellished the truth.

He’d learned long ago to ignore the headlines.

He and Tony were happy together. They had been from day one and Peter didn’t need other people getting in the way of that.

Of course, Peter was aware of Tony’s past. Tony was notorious for his playboy antics. The genius was capable of many things but holding a steady, long-term relationship had never been one of them. Until Peter.

Before Peter, Tony had been a self-proclaimed man-whore, working his way through a string of partners each weekend. But that had all changed when they started dating. Tony was attentive. He would always make time for him. He was open and honest, and Peter had never been happier.

Until a month ago.

With seemingly no cause, Tony had grown distant. He began working longer hours and didn’t want Peter in the lab to tinker while he completed SI projects. Tony would lock himself away in his office for hours at a time. He’d claimed to be heading out to meet up with Rhodey on multiple occasions, but Peter had bumped into Rhodey at the Compound and the colonel had mentioned not seeing Tony in almost three weeks since the man had been so busy.

Peter tried not to jump to conclusions, but Tony was lying to him, and he didn’t know why.

Despite his internal turmoil, Peter liked to think he could be quite level-headed, and he knew he shouldn’t read the tabloids in the first place, but all it took was one headline with an accompanying picture, and he found himself in the back of an Uber on his way to May’s apartment, the stupid article laying open on his phone as he fought back tears and tried to ignore the drivers staring.

Tony Stark spotted entering apartment of unknown male – Does this spell the end of the nations beloved Starker?

Below the headline was a grainy picture that clearly showed Tony walking with a younger, blonde man, his hand on the youngers lower back as they entered an elevator. Tony was in the suit he’d been wearing that morning when he claimed to be going out for brunch with Happy and Rhodey – neither of whom were anywhere in the photo. To make it worse, he’d also passed Happy when he was leaving the Tower. The head of security had been keeping his usual visual over the lobby. Peter had quickly turned his head before the man could talk to him, not wanting him to see the tears blurring his eyes.

Stepping out of the Uber, he felt multiple heads turn his way as he quickly made his way into the apartment building. Adam from the second floor started trying to offer his sympathies before Peter rushed past him on the stairs to get to May’s before he completely fell apart.

It took him three tries to get his key in the door, but it meant as soon as the door was open, May was already on the other side, quickly pulling him in for a hug as he kicked the door shut behind him. As soon as his head hit May’s shoulder, the sobs he’d been holding back were let loose. His shoulders hitching as he gasped for breath, May’s hand rubbing soothing circles into his back as she muttered reassurances.

Peter’s not sure how long they stood there but eventually his sobs began to subside, and May led him to the couch while she moved to the kitchen to get them some tea. Once they were both curled up on the couch and nursing their teas, a heavy silence fell over them. Each lost in their own thoughts.

Of course, it was in that silence that Tony would decide to call. Peter’s phone lighting up with a picture of Tony when he’d fallen asleep in the lab. The picture that just an hour ago would have brought a smile to his face now caused a lump in his throat. Declining the call, Peter put his phone on silent before sliding it onto the coffee table face-down.

“What am I supposed to do, May?” he asked, ignoring the way his voice cracked. “I thought we were happy, but he’s been so secretive recently. Do you think it’s been going on the entire time? His– His affair?”

Taking the tea out of his hands, May guided him to cuddle into her side and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I don’t know, Peter. We don’t know what’s even happening, but we’ll figure it out. You’re not in this alone. And none of this is a reflection of you, okay? It might not even be what you think. You know the tabloids are a shit news source.”

“Yeah, but whoever that guy was, was clearly not Happy or Rhodey. Why lie about it if he’s not doing something he shouldn’t?”

“I don’t know,” May sighed. “I really wish I had a better answer for you, baby.”

“It’s okay… Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome here. What do you say I order some Thai, we put on a movie and have some ice-cream for dessert?”

“Sounds good,” he replied, grabbing a tissue to blow his nose while May phoned in their order.

Grabbing his phone, he swiped passed the notifications of the six missed calls and ten texts from Tony, to respond to Ned who wanted to check on him. Given he wasn’t really sure how he was feeling, he kept it vague and just let his best friend know he was safe with his aunt, and he’d call him in the morning.

Once May returned to the couch, Peter had already queued up the first of the Star Wars movies, hoping to lose himself in the familiarity of the original trilogy. Curling up together on the couch, they only moved to get the food from the delivery driver and to then switch out the takeout containers for tubs of ice cream.

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Peter must have fallen asleep at some point during the third movie, as the last thing he remembered was Luke being taken to the Emperor. Blinking into the dim light of the living room, he tried to work out what had woken him.

He didn’t have to think for long.

May was at the door. Squinting at the clock, he froze. Who would be at the door at three in the morning?

“I already said no,” May whispered. “You’re not going to change my mind.”

“Please, May,” a voice begged. Peter gripped onto the blanket tighter. He knew that voice and it made him want to cry. “I don’t know what you read, but you have to know that’s its not true. You know me! I wouldn’t–“

“What I know,” May interrupted him. “Is that my kid is heartbroken and confused. You’ve been lying to him for who knows how long, and he had to learn about it from an article?”

“I–“

“I’m not done. I know you’re a busy man, that you have to work long hours or go away on business trips. Hell, I’d even understand if you have some top-secret government bullshit going on, but you don’t lie to my boy, Mr. Stark.”

“It’s not like that–“

“Oh, really? So please, pray tell, who is the blonde boy in the photo? Is that Rhodey or Happy, because unless they’ve changed their look in the past month I think you were clearly lying.”

“He’s– May, I was going to come to you, I swear. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But the man in the photo? That’s Randall. He’s a jeweller. A bespoke jeweller. He’s been designing me an engagement ring. We were going to his private workshop to see the final piece. It’s… God, it’s perfect and I was going to come by tomorrow for you to see it and to ask your blessing and then at the weekend I…Please, May. You have to believe me,” Tony begged.

Peter sucked in a breath as he realised he’d been holding his breath while listening to their hushed conversation. Neither of them was aware he was listening in on them. He didn’t know what to think. Tony sounded genuine. He sounded on the verge of tears if his ragged breathing and rough voice were anything to go by.

Grabbing his phone, he hid it under the blanket before checking his messages. His phone had been inundated with missed calls and a wall of texts from Tony. The messages themselves growing more frantic the longer he went without a response.

Tony’s explanation would certainly make sense, but was he simply being naïve?

In recent months, Tony had talked more openly about settling down, that’s what had made the perceived betrayal that much harder. Was it possible that this was all one big misunderstanding?

“It’s not my place to believe you, Tony. Even if you had the best of intentions, you fucked up. Peter is his own person and if that’s truly how you feel then its entirely up to him. For what its worth, before today I’d say go for it. After your stunt this morning, I’m angry that your desire to keep it a secret hurt my boy, but if – and I mean if – he decides to forgive you, then so will I.”

Tony exhaled loudly as if he’d been holding his breath for May’s verdict. Like a prisoner walking to the executioner’s block and awaiting his sentence.

“Thank you, May.”

“Now, it’s the middle of the night and Peter is sleeping so go home. He’ll still be here in the morning if you want to try talking to him then.”

“Okay. I will. I promise I’m going to make this better. I–”

Before Peter could even think about what he was doing, he found his feet carrying him to stand behind May. Tony cut off whatever he was about to say in order to stare at him, which also drew his aunts’ attention.

“Peter,” May exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, did we wake you? He was just–“

“I, uh, I’ve been up for a bit…” he shrugged self-consciously, suddenly nervous to admit he’d been eavesdropping.

Tony’s face fell, as he bashfully asked, “So, you heard me when I said who the guy was?”

Huffing a humourless laugh, he nodded.

“Oh,” Tony breathed, suddenly looking very unsure of himself. “Okay.”

“Why don’t we all just get some rest and start fresh in the morning, huh?” May asked, her eyes wide and slightly manic from the odd hour and the emotional charge in the air.

“I, um, I’d actually rather hear what Tony has to say?” Peter mumbled, taking a deep breath before meeting Tony’s eye. “Do you want to come in?”

“Of course. Yes. Please. Yeah. I mean, if it’s okay?” Tony glanced at May and waited for a nod before he stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Staring pointedly at his aunt who was making no move to leave the pair alone, Peter rolled his eyes before guiding Tony into his bedroom. Closing the door behind them, he was aware of the tension in Tony’s shoulders as the man stood stiffly with his back to the window. Peter couldn’t tell which one of them was more nervous.

“I’m sorry for–“

“I’m sorry that–“

They both froze when they started speaking at the same time, chuckling quietly at the following awkward silence.

Exhaling through his nose, Peter took a step forward.

“I’m going to go first,” Tony nodded his agreement but watching him warily as Peter continued. “I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions. I know better than to believe the stupid tabloids, but you’ve been so flaky this past month that I just assumed the worst. That’s not fair on you. Regardless of what I thought was going on, I should have asked you about it. I should have talked to you and instead I reacted and then ghosted you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” Tony was quick to reassure him. “I mean, yes, it hurt. But I could have handled it all so much better. I should have realised that you weren’t happy and that me wanting to surprise you wasn’t worth me losing your trust. I, urgh,” Tony groaned, dragging his hands across his face. “This is not how it was supposed to happen, but obviously the cat is now out of the proverbial bag. I’m sorry for keeping it all a secret and being an inconsiderate jerk this past month. But as you now know, I was working with Randall – who you would love by the way – to design an engagement ring. There were lots of back and forth emails and calls over design ideas and then I wanted to incorporate some of my mom’s diamonds into it – which I know sounds corny, and I’m not exactly the sentimental type, but I thought you’d like it and I, well, can’t say I mind the idea of it. But anyway, my point being, that all of that secrecy led to today where I finally got to see it in person and well–“ Tony took a shaky inhale as he dropped to one knee, his hand pulling out a black velvet ring box and holding it out to Peter as he opened it, “–Peter Benjamin Parker, will you do me the absolute honour of being my husband? I promise I may not be perfect, but I will spend everyday of the rest of my life ensuring that you know how important you are to me.”

Peter didn’t know what to say.

The ring was gorgeous. The perfect blend of masculine and feminine, delicate enough to not look gawdy but still impressive. There was no doubting, however, that a billionaire had been involved in the design. Dragging his eyes from the ring, he was met with Tony’s vulnerability.

Peter knew without a doubt that Tony had probably planned some big proposal. That he’d have had it all organised and pulled out all the shots. He’d never have wanted to do it like this. So bare and simple, but to Peter it was perfect. Nothing to distract them from the moment.

It wasn’t until Tony swallowed unsurely, his eyes crinkling in concern, that Peter realised he still hadn’t responded. Hadn’t given any indication of a possible answer.

Instead, he stood frozen with a hand covering his mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on such an emotional rollercoaster over a twenty-four-hour window. When he’d woken that morning, he’d been worried about Tony’s recent behaviour and had tried to convince himself he’d been overthinking things, but after he read the article, he’d practically fallen apart. He’d been distraught in his belief that Tony could cheat on him. It had felt like his world was ending and his chest was going to break open when he’d curled up on his aunt’s couch searching for comfort. The relief that seeped into his bones at hearing Tony’s explanation had left him feeling lighter than air, and now, with his boyfriend on his knee in front of him, asking for his hand in marriage, he didn’t even have the words to describe the feeling. He felt like a helium balloon ready to burst, that if he opened his mouth the only sound to escape would be a high-pitched squeal. He simultaneously wanted to jump up and down and shout to the world while also launch himself into the man’s arms.

Sucking in a steadying breath, he allowed his hand to slowly drop to his side, before hesitantly nodding his head.

Things weren’t perfect between them, but they never would be. There would always be another problem. Another bump in the road. It was the nature of relationships. They were messy. People were messy. But if today had taught him anything it was that he wanted Tony to be by his side for all the twists and turns they would face.

He wanted to face them together.

If he wanted to wait until they had the perfect relationship to get engaged, then he’d be waiting his entire life.

Tony’s lips twitched into the start of a smile, “Is that a yes?”

Knowing there was no other answer that he could possibly give, Peter couldn’t contain his shout of yes before finally giving into the urge to launch himself into Tony’s arms. Knocking the man off balance, they both crumpled to the floor, locked in each other’s arms.

#sfsummerbingo23 #peter parker × tony stark #starker #suspected cheating #misunderstanding #proposal #engagement #secrets #swearing #sfw

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belladonnabedlam · 9 months

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Starker Festival Summer Bingo 23

Not….yet.

"Daddy...Daddy please."

"No."

"Oh...GOD!"

"Just a little longer. You're being such a good boy ."

"Please. Please Daddy. May I cum Daddy? Please Daddy?"

".......Not yet, bambino. Not....yet."

@starkerfestivals

#peter parker #tony stark #starker #marvel #iron man #mood board #sfsummerbingo23 #redo because censors are running wild #i have no idea why

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graceful-starker · 10 months

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Please Just This Once

Summary: The aftermath of Tony accidentally gets roofied by Peter and Peter takes advantage of this situation.

@starkerfestivals’s bingo square: Overwhelmed

(Part 2/2)

Warnings: dubcon mention, manipulation mention, they both get off on it, unsafe sex, dark(ish)!Tony and Peter.

Notes: Trans!Peter, wc = 3533, I'm so sorry this is a day late!! I still suck at endings, but I tried to wrap it up nicely <3

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Tony’s hand glides across to Peter’s cheek, the fingers moving almost lovingly, featherlight and sweet. Peter almost leans into them.

He’s so confused. He doesn’t understand how he got here, to Tony looking at him like that and not with Peter being thrown out on his ass with hatred in Tony’s eyes. He doesn’t really understand why Tony isn’t angry, or at least hurt by what Peter did.

Tony’s smile turns sharp, and those fingers drift up to twist meanly in Peter’s hair. Peter cries out, the sharp sting unexpected yet not unwelcome. “I want you to get me hard again. And then, I want you to let me show you how I would choose to fuck you. That’s what I want you to do.”

Peter swallows thickly, nodding quickly despite the tight grip on his hair. He obediently reaches up to wrap his hand around Tony’s cock, ignoring the hiss of overstimulation and stroking it slowly. “Anything you want,” Peter whispers, and regrets it almost immediately based on the way Tony’s eyes glint.

Tony smiles, showing off far too many teeth, and pulls Peter closer to his cock by the hair. “I want to fuck your throat. I want to take what I want from you, since you took what you wanted from me.” He doesn’t push Peter any further, just keeps him there while his eyes search Peter’s face.

Tony is playing a game, one where he acts like he wants revenge. But he’s asking for permission at every step, clearly communicating everything he wants to do. It’s such a stark contrast from earlier, when Peter took everything he wanted without asking, when he cried and begged until Tony caved.

It makes something hot and heavy burn in Peter’s stomach, and he can’t decide if it’s shame or lust. Maybe both.

Peter doesn’t verbally answer, he just opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, looking up at Tony with wide eyes. If Tony’s cock twitching in his hand is any indication, Tony seems to approve.

Tony licks his lips, pushing Peter’s hand away and taking himself in his own grip. “Put your hands on my knees and keep them there.” Peter obeys without hesitation, squeezing lightly. “Don’t move them,” Tony threatens, but it’s more of a promise because Peter is pretty sure that’s what he’s supposed to do if he wants Tony to stop.

He doesn’t want Tony to stop. He doesn’t ever want Tony to stop.

Tony slips the head of his cock into Peter’s waiting mouth, rubbing the head teasingly over Peter’s tongue. Peter whines in the back of his throat, cheeks pink and eyes sliding half closed. Tony's cock head twitches on the tip of Peter’s tongue, so Peter makes the noise again and shuffles impatiently closer on his knees.

If Peter hadn’t been sure before, he is now; he is undeniably a cock slut.

Tony hums, twisting his fingers harder in Peter’s hair and forcing his face down. Peter has about half of Tony’s cock in his mouth when the older man stops, keeping Peter still by the hair. He whines again and suckles on what he already has access to, eyes flicking between Tony’s crotch and his eyes pleadingly.

“Haven’t you already selfishly taken everything you wanted? Isn’t it my turn?” Tony’s eyes glint in a way that makes a spark of fear shoot up Peter’s spine.

He’s surprised to find he doesn’t find it unpleasant. No; instead it makes Peter’s heart speed up, and it makes him throb between his legs.

Peter forces himself to relax, to allow Tony to do whatever he wants. Even if all he wants is to stay there and tease Peter forever; Tony is owed it, after all. After what Peter did.

Tony hums in approval, and slowly starts to move his cock over Peter’s tongue again. This time Peter lets him, just sitting still and letting it happen how Tony wants it to happen.

Once Tony is sure that Peter isn’t going to try anything again, he slowly pushes his hips up until Peter’s nose is squashed in Tony’s crotch and Peter is choking.

Peter fights the urge to reach up and grab onto his throat, tears forced out of his eyes as he chokes almost violently. He’s never taken a cock so deeply before, usually just using his hand to jerk off whatever doesn’t fit in his mouth. It’s uncomfortable and Peter can’t breathe; but it’s what Tony wants.

Tony waits until Peter calms down before he pulls out, and Peter gulps down hungry lungfuls of air. “Good,” Tony murmurs, and shoves his cock back down Peter’s throat.

Peter doesn’t even have time to think about the way Tony’s praise makes him feel.

Peter chokes but stays still, looking up at Tony through thick tears. One falls down his cheek, allowing him to see Tony more clearly, and the hungry look in his eyes. It seems Peter’s tears don’t bother him half as much when he’s causing them on purpose.

Tony starts a slow pace, pulling out until his hips hit the bed again and only half his cock is in Peter’s mouth, before pushing back up as deep as he can get and forcing choking noises out of Peter.

Peter whimpers when Tony lets him breathe again, fighting the urges to touch himself and push Tony away both. Fat tears stream down his face, and he has to work hard to keep himself still.

He does not remove his hands from Tony’s knees.

Tony eventually speeds up his thrusts, hips pumping off the bed with a force that makes Tony’s grips on Peter’s hair very necessary to keep him in place.

Peter chokes and gags and sobs loudly, the noises in the room combining to leave Peter absolutely throbbing with want and need. He didn’t think he would be into pain, or not being able to breathe. Maybe he isn’t; maybe he’s just so desperate for Tony that he’s going to enjoy anything the older man wants.

And oh, is he enjoying it.

Tony grunts and pulls back again, instead forcing Peter’s face down until he can’t go anymore, his nose squashed uncomfortably.

Peter squeezes Tony’s knees, but doesn’t let go. He wants this, he wants this so badly, even though it hurts and it’s uncomfortable. Anything Tony gives him, at this point, is more than he ever thought he would get. And Peter wants every last second of it.

Tony fists Peter’s hair harder, physically moving the younger man up and down on his cock. He’s obviously enjoying the sound Peter makes when his tip moves in and out of Peter’s throat, based on the way his head twitches and is steadily leaking pre into Peter’s mouth.

Peter has never felt more wanted in his entire life, and he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

Tony finally pulls Peter off after what feels like both not enough and far too much time, and Peter gasps desperately for air. His right hand comes up to his throat, coughing and attempting to soothe the ache there, but he squeezes Tony’s knee with his left hand to hopefully show he doesn’t want to stop.

Peter doesn’t know how he could keep going if Tony stopped now. He has never needed anything as much as he needs Tony right now. He’s never been so turned on, literally dripping down his thighs with the evidence of it.

Peter is not given much time to recover. Tony lifts him by the hair, the sharp sting mixing with the dull ache in his throat to make Peter just the right side of overwhelmed. Based on the look in Tony’s eye, he has a feeling he’s about to get a lot more overwhelmed.

It almost looks like Tony is going to kiss him. He wants Tony to kiss him. He wants it more than he wants anything else.

“I want you on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.” Tony loosens his grip on Peter’s hair, but he doesn’t entirely let go. He’s obviously testing the waters, seeing how Peter feels about the instructions.

Peter’s earlier behavior is a red hot memory, flaming Peter and making him feel equal parts guilty and turned on by how obviously Tony wants Peter to want this.

To be fair to Peter, he had also wanted Tony to want it very much. He just wasn’t going to let a little thing like Tony not, in fact, actually wanting it, stop him.

Peter clambers gracelessly onto the bed, digging the heels of his hands into the bed and spreading his legs so his knees are shoulder width apart. The fact that Tony still has his shirt on didn't bother Peter before, but now that he’s in such a vulnerable position, it adds just that little bit of humiliation to the scene.

Either Tony doesn’t want to encourage that feeling or he didn't notice Peter had it, because the shirt is on the floor almost the second Peter remembers he still has it on. Tony climbs up the bed so he can kneel behind Peter, grabbing onto his hips and grinding his spit wet cock between Peter’s cheeks.

Peter makes a desperate noise, cheeks flaming red with a mixture of want, shame, and embarrassment. “Tony,” he whispers, grinding back into the older man’s hips. “Please, I want to be good. I want to do what you want me to do. Please.”

Tony makes an appreciative noise behind him, one hand moving up to roam over Peter's back and the other moving down to push two fingers into Peter’s wet and dripping hole. “I would get a condom, but you’re already dripping with my come from the first round. Seems pointless now.”

Tony pulls his fingers out and Peter whines loudly, his hole clenching desperately around nothing. The older man leans over him, his entire front pressed into Peter’s back, and the skin on skin contact makes Peter shiver despite the warmth. His lips press into Peter’s ear as he breathes his next words hotly. “Besides, I think you look so gorgeous dripping with my come. I want you fat and full of it, I want to fill you up so much it has nowhere else to go but out and down the back of your thighs.”

Peter whimpers and new tears drip down his cheeks and onto the pillow beneath him. “I want that. I want to look good for you; I want to be good for you.” He pushes back into Tony behind him, trying to rub himself against Tony’s cock. It’s too much; this is all too much stimulation, but Peter doesn’t care. He likes it, he likes the way Tony has so easily pulled Peter apart at the seams and left him a mess.

Peter whines when the older man pulls back, and Tony slaps Peter’s ass, hard enough to hurt and bruise and not at all teasing like he was earlier. “Yeah? You want to be good for me, now that you’ve gotten everything you’ve wanted?”

Peter whimpers in shame, biting his lip to hold back the pleas he so desperately wants to give Tony. He wants to beg until he’s blue in the face, beg for Tony’s cock inside of his greedy little hole, beg for his come, beg for Tony to do whatever he wants to Peter.

Peter is sure he has limits and kinks that he would say no to; but he can’t think of anything right at this moment. He sincerely thinks Tony could ask him to do or say anything, and he would. Not only would he do it, he would do it happily. Peter would get off on it. Whatever Tony wants, his own limits be damned.

Tony slaps Peter’s ass again, his other hand creeping down to stuff two fingers back into Peter. They spread easily, pushing through the come and pointing out wordlessly that Peter is already stretched out and dripping. Peter sobs and pushes his hips back into the fingers, clenching around them to entice Tony for more. “Please, Tony. Please!”

Tony groans softly and pulls his fingers out, again slapping Peter’s ass and turning the skin red from abuse. “Take what I give you, Peter. Don’t beg for more.” The instruction is so clear and easy to follow, but it makes Peter ache and squirm with the need to disobey.

Peter whimpers softly but doesn’t beg anymore, simply forces his hips to stay still and take whatever Tony wants to give him; however much or little that should be.

Tony rubs his tip up against Peter’s entrance, making Peter gasp and fight to keep his hips still. He opens his mouth to beg for it, but quickly bites his lip and forces his plea to stay inside. Tony doesn’t want to hear it right now, it won’t help his cause.

Tony makes an approving noise in the back of his throat, one hand trailing up Peter’s side and feeling the smooth skin there. Peter trembles with it, skin prickling the second Tony’s warm hand skates over and leaves the area.

He pushes his cock forward, and it slips past Peter’s hole. The younger man gasps and whines as it pushes through his folds and rubs over his clit. “You’re absolutely gagging for it, aren’t you? You want it so bad, you want my cock inside of you so badly you can’t stand it. So badly you would just take it from me, no matter what I wanted. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Peter flushes with shame, but nods in agreement. He should be ashamed of himself, but right now he doesn’t, can’t care. All he wants is Tony, and he doesn’t care what Tony gives him. He doesn’t care about how he gets what he wants, as long as he gets it. He’s so overwhelmed with want and sensation, he can’t think about anything other than being good.

“Dirty little slut,” Tony whispers, dragging his cock back again before pushing his tip into Peter’s hole and keeping it there. He teases Peter, just moving the tip in and out of Peter’s entrance slowly and deliberately. “Fuck, Peter, you’re still so tight.”

Peter whimpers and brings one hand up to cover his mouth, trying to stifle his noises. He didn’t know it would be possible, but Tony feels even better inside of him at this angle than he did before. His cock is so wide and big, and even the tip is stretching Peter so much. He wants more, wants Tony to absolutely ruin him. Peter wants Tony to fuck him so well that he can’t even imagine anything else inside of him.

Tony pushes down between Peter’s shoulder blades, and Peter’s arm gives out easily. His face hits the pillows, and he grinds his face into it for comfort. “Please,” Peter whispers, not sure if he hopes Tony hears it or not. He grips the sheets under his fingers and twists, trying to find anything to help ground him.

Tony slowly pushes into Peter, as deep as he can go, until his balls hit Peter’s pubic bone gently. He ignores Peter’s plea, grinding as deep as he can and enjoying the way Peter cries and squirms in overstimulation.

Peter sobs and clenches, biting at the pillow in a useless attempt to control the feelings inside of him. Tony is so deep inside it almost hurts, especially the way he keeps grinding deeper despite there being nowhere else to go. His cock pushes against Peter’s spot, rubbing against it without paying it any special attention. His balls rub lightly against Peter’s clit, just enough to tease and not enough to get Peter off.

Peter feels so close to the edge that a change in the wind could push him over; it’s too much and not enough and Peter aches.

Tony pinches Peter’s thigh roughly, in the spot where Peter’s ass meets his thigh, and hums at the way Peter sobs and squirms. It’s just enough to bring Peter back into his body, but not enough to help Peter calm down. “Did you mean it, Peter?” he asks, voice low and gravelly.

Peter grinds his face into the pillow, and almost just agrees without thinking about it. Tony pushes harder on Peter’s back, making Peter’s chest rub roughly against the sheets. “What?” Peter sobs, his thighs shaking with the effort of keeping still. Tony pulls out until just his tip is still inside Peter’s folds, and then slams back in roughly. Peter cries out loudly, all thoughts fucked right out of his head.

Tony tsks softly, and the disapproving noise almost breaks the younger man. “Did you mean it, when you said you would do anything to have me? That you wanted me more than anything?” He pulls out and pushes back in harshly, dragging Peter across the sheets and punching a desperate noise out of him.

Did Peter say that out loud? Does it even matter any more? Even if he hadn’t said it, it’s obviously true by the way Peter is acting. “Yes!,” Peter cries, rubbing his face into the pillow, wet with his tears. “Please, anything you want. I need you, I want you so bad!”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass and is rewarded by the instinctual clenching of Peter’s body. “Then you can take it, can’t you? You can take anything I want to give you, because you want me that badly. You would let me do anything to you right now.” Some of those words were questions, but the way Tony says it doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a statement of fact, like Tony couldn't possibly be wrong.

He isn’t wrong. Peter would let Tony do anything to him right now, no matter how much it hurt.

“Yes!” Peter cries, gasping as Tony picks up the pace and starts fucking the air straight out of Peter’s lungs. “Anything you want, Tony, anything!”

Tony starts to fuck Peter so fast and so hard that Peter’s mind goes completely blank, and his ass cheeks clap loudly against Tony’s thighs. He thinks he might be sobbing, but he doesn’t even care. He doesn’t want Tony to stop; he wants for Tony to never stop.

Tony’s head rubs past that spot inside of him without even trying, and his balls slap into Peter’s clit hard enough to feel good and not hard enough to hurt, and the hand on Peter’s ass is as hot as a brand and the hand on his back is bruising and the sheets rub against his nipples and he can’t really breathe and-

And Peter has never felt such pleasure in his entire life.

Peter cries out as he starts to orgasm, clenching and squirting around Tony’s cock. He can’t think or hear or feel anything; his entire world whites out with pleasure. He doesn’t even get to feel Toy filling him up again, doesn’t get to experience the bliss that is Tony’s orgasm due to Peter’s body. He’s so overwhelmed with the feelings that his mind takes mercy on him and dulls everything else.

He comes to a few minutes later, and Tony is still inside of him, petting Peter’s hip softly with one hand and his inner thigh with the other. “...didn’t even need me to touch you, did you? You just came from my cock inside you by itself, that’s all you needed.” His words would be embarrassing and make Peter feel self conscious, if they weren’t spoken with such awe and desire.

“Tony?” he asks softly, his hole spasming around Tony with an aftershock of his orgasm. Tony groans and pulls out, and Peter gasps as he feels Tony’s spend also start to slowly slide out of him.

“I’m here,” Tony promises, moving both hands to Peter’s thighs. He spreads them further, his thumbs pulling apart Peter’s folds so he can get a better look. Peter whines in embarrassment, cheeks red as he looks up at Tony from over his shoulder.

Tony laughs darkly, pushing his thumb into the mess and causing Peter to clench around it. He pulls it back out and his eyes track the glob of come that spill out and slides down Peter’s thigh.

“I’m here,” Tony repeats, moving up the bed and laying down beside the younger man, pulling Peter into his arms happily. Peter chooses not to look a gift horse in the mouth and nuzzles under Tony’s chin, allowing himself to settle happily into Tony’s embrace.

They stay like that for several moments, before Tony sighs and kisses the top of Peter’s hair. “Do you actually want to be mine?” Tony whispers, hugging Peter more tightly to his chest. “Did you mean it?”

Peter nods without hesitation, before Tony is even done with his sentence. “Yes, Tony. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

Tony hums softly, running his fingers along Peter’s arm. “Good,” he says, voice soft and deep. “Because I want you to be mine too.”

Peter melts into Tony, kissing and nipping softly at every inch of skin he can reach. “Yours,” he promises, and feels Tony’s chest rumble in approval.

#starkerfestivalsevents #starker #sfsummerbingo23 #tw: dubcon

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