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Happy birthday, Peter Parker

Peter’s birthday is in six days. And Tony still hasn’t figured out what to do for him. Obviously, he had made all new tech for him to replace the old junk that he had built, gotten a few unreleased and limited edition LEGO sets, and written the word “car” with a drawing on a piece of paper.

But damn, he has to do something else. Something special. Sex would be like an everyday sort of thing to gift. If he was going to do that, he would have to spice it up. But how?

Cue Tony walking around a sex store, trying to figure out what to do.

Many of the things at the store are not new to him. At all. He’s been having sex longer than Peter has been alive. He had figured out long ago what he’s not into. And there were few things that he hadn’t done. He’s a genius, for God’s sake, why can’t he figure out what to do?

And then oh. Oh. Oh now he knows.

His eyes land on something that he’s never used before because he’s never needed it. Viagra.

He knows what he needs now. He remembers seeing a jeweled butt plug in Ironman red in a display. He’ll grab that at check out. He grabs the lube that he knows Peter likes. And, for good measure, he grabs a cock ring.

He knows himself well enough to know that once he has the Viagra in his system that he’s just going to want a hole to fuck. That butt plug is going to be the key.

It’s Peter’s birthday. All of his friends and May are coming over to the tower to celebrate with the rest of the Avengers. The gifts that he bought are on a table against the wall. He looks at his watch. They had been on a mission last night, and Peter had slept over. He should be awake soon.

When Peter makes his way (still half asleep) into the kitchen, Tony pounces.

“Woah, Tones, you scared me.”

“Are you awake? Or just up?”

“I’m awake now.”

“Happy birthday. “

“Oh yeah. That’s today.”

Tony laughs.

“Sit. I’ll make you coffee and then give you my first present.”

Peter sits at the kitchen island and gets lost watching Tony’s ass as he makes coffee, completely unaware of Tony’s question.

“Peter? Earth to Peter?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“I asked you about tonight.”

“What about tonight?”

“About my special gift.”

Peter gives him a confused look and Tony winks at him.

“Oh. What about it?”

“I thought I could give you something special tonight. If you’re comfortable with it, I bought Viagra so that I can keep going.”

“Really?!”

“Yep. So I can fuck you all night, honey.

The smile on Peter’s face is priceless.

“Which leads me to my first gift.”

Tony slides a box across the island along with a mug of coffee.

Peter takes a sip of the coffee before opening the box, revealing the plug that Tony had bought earlier that week. His eyes go wide.

“You want me to wear a plug.”

“If you don’t want to-“

“No, I want to. I just can’t believe you bought me a plug for my birthday.”

They both laugh.

“Finish your coffee and I’ll help you get that in.”

___

“Mm, daddy please!”

“Shh, one more finger and I’ll get you off so we can get ready.”

The squelching of Tony’s fingers in Peter’s ass is giving Tony a semi. He doesn’t look at his fingers in Peter’s ass. He figures that he’ll get off plenty later.

He takes the plug and eases it into Peter’s ass. Peter moans as his ass closes around the handle. Tony taps the base lightly to make Peter make more noises. It looks fantastic, the stark red against pale skin. He’ll ask Jarvis for a picture of it later.

He knows that Peter is leaking in his sleep pants that he’s still somehow in. Tony had just pulled them down around his ass to get the plug in.

“Come on. Pants off. You want me to get you off with my hand or my mouth?”

“Mouth. Please.”

Tony sinks to his knees in front of the boy and gets to work, taking the tip in his mouth and sucking. Peter moans and slides his hands into Tony’s head.

“You can fuck my face if you want to. It’s your birthday.”

Peter moans and thrusts his hips forward, forcing his dick into Tony’s mouth. Tony keeps his mouth open wide, and lets Peter just *use* him. After all, it is his birthday.

Peter stutter forward exactly seven times before he cums down Tony’s throat with a yell. Ah, to be young. He pulls off and swallows, pulling Peter in for a kiss.

“Happy birthday, baby. How old are you again?”

“Nineteen, Tony. You if all people should know that, you old perv.”

Tony ignores his comment and pulls up his pants.

“There you go. Now go get dressed.”

Tony smacks his ass and he leaves, andPeter yelps and jolts forward, throwing a nasty look over his shoulder.

“You love me.”

“Do I?”

Tony just laughs.

—

So far, the party is going good. Music is playing in the background, and everyone is enjoying the snacks and drinks. Thor brings out the Mjölnir and everyone has a go at lifting it. It rocks slightly under Peter’s grip, and every one cheers. So far, so good.

When May leaves, Tony takes the pill. From what the package says, it should take twenty to thirty minutes to kick in. A perfect amount of time for everyone to leave. Peter’s friends say goodbye soon after, leaving the Avengers to retire to their rooms. By the time everyone cleared out, the pill started to take effect.

The boner in his pants is getting harder and harder to ignore. He looks over at Peter, who is wishing Thor a good trip back to Asgard. Tony gets his attention from the doorway.

“Baby, I’ll be in my room.”

Peter nods from across the room and go to walk Thor up to the landing pad.

Tony practically runs back to his room and starts to pull off every item of clothes on his body. Everything seems too tight on him, and he’s sweating. God, he needs to get his dick in Peter’s hole. Now, preferably.

Tony flops on the bed and starts to lazily fist his cock. He’d barely touched himself and he’s already leaking. He makes a mental note to ask Jarvis what the hell they put in this stuff because fuck, he needs Peter now.

A few minutes later, his baby angel comes skipping into the bedroom, stopping short at the sight of Tony. Peter licks his lips.

“Getting started without me, daddy?”

“Mm, baby, need you so bad.”

Peter hops onto the bed next to him, swatting away his hands in favor of grasping at his cock.

“Mm, gonna have so much fun with your cock tonight, daddy. Can’t wait to have you pound me all night.”

“Peter, please,” Tony gasps. Peter grins, and continues to stroke his cock. And Tony just can’t take it. So he grabs Peter and pins him down, pulls out the plug, tosses it over his shoulder, and slides home with one thrust. Peter moans and grabs onto Tony’s shoulders, his nails scratching his back and leaving red in their wakes.

Tony’s thrusts are fast and erratic. Peter clutches Tony for dear life. Tony can’t bring himself to care about Peter on the moment. He keeps going even after Peter cums, over sensitivity making the smaller man shake and scream in pain and pleasure.

Peter loves it. It’s the right amount of pain and pleasure. They balance each other out so perfectly it makes him unable to do anything but hold onto Tony for dear life and scream. If he wants it to stop, he knows what he needs to say.

Tony fucks him right through the sensitivity, cumming for the first time that night just as Peter gets hard again.

Tony grabs onto the headboard and continues to pound into Peter. Peter accidentally sticks his fingers to Tony’s ass, pulling him in deeper.

Tony’s cock brushes so deliciously over his prostate with every thrust; Peter never wants it to stop.

Tony’s entire body is covered with sweat; his muscles burn from exhaustion, and his hair is flat and wet. It’s the hottest things Peter’s ever seen.

“Baby, I can’t-“

Peter flips them over.

“My turn.”

Peter bounces on Tony’s cock, his super strength helping him to keep up the pace. Tony groans beneath him as he rides his cock, pupils blown wide with want.

Peter cums on Tony’s chest, coating it white and getting a bit on the arc reactor. He continues to fuck himself on Tony’s cock, not stopping despite his orgasm.

Peter rides him for an hour before he can feel Tony’s cock starting to go soft inside him. He’s coaxed 4 orgasms out of Tony, and god knows how many out of himself. His muscles ache, and he’s sure he’s going to feel it tomorrow.

Peter pulls off of Tony’s softened cock.

“Daddy, please, I need one more!”

“Baby, I’m tired, I can’t-“

Peter sobs above him, fisting his cock fast and hard over Tony. He bats his hands out of the way and takes over, stroking Peter’s cock. Peter cums so hard that it lands in his beard.

Tony pulls Peter into his side, both exhausted and ready to sleep.

“Thanks for my present, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, Pete. I’m glad you liked it.”

Tony presses a kiss to Peter’s head and drifts off. Peter falls asleep not long after.

___

Tony wakes up at about three AM, hard and covered in sweat. He rolls over to see that Peter’s still asleep. He tries to ignore his boner and go back to sleep, but damn, he just can’t.

“Peter? Are you awake?”

“Mm?”

“Peter, baby, Daddy needs you again.”

“But Daddy-“

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“M’ too tired.”

“Can Daddy use your thighs? Please, baby? Daddy really needs it.”

Peter nods and rolls over, letting Tony rut into his thighs. He can feel Tony’s cum leaking out of him, providing lube on his thighs for Tony.

“Thank you, baby. Daddy needs this so bad.”

Tony rolls over on top of Peter, pushing his cock through his thighs. They’re still slick from Tony’s cum leaking out of his hole.

Tony does that for a bit, but his cock just screams for more. He needs to feel that tight heat around him again. It’s just not enough.

“Baby, please, I need more.”

“But daddy-“

“Just the tip, baby. Please let me put in just the tip.”

Peter sighs but allows Tony access to his hole.

Tony slides the tip in, the amount of leftover cum enough that he doesn’t need lube.

“Mm, Tony. Feels good.”

Tony snorts and continues to thrust just the tip in.

“Need more.”

“I know, Petey. You can’t help it. Let me take care of you.”

Peter spreads his legs to allow Tony entrance. He braces himself on Peter’s lower back, groaning as his balls tap Peter with every thrust. Tony groans as he fucks Peter into the mattress.

“Daddy, ‘m so tired.”

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Peter falls back asleep with Tony still fucking him. He cums with a low groan in Peter, trying to be quiet so he doesn’t wake up. He drapes himself on top of the boy, not bothering to pull out.

“Happy birthday, baby. I love you.”

Tony closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.

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He wakes up the next morning still in Peter.

“Did you have a good birthday?”

“The best.”

(Peter was right; he felt it for the next two days, despite his super healing)

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Bi pride💙💕💜

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Pretty in pink💕

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Intimate 💕

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Introducing florist!Tony

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Grey aesthetic

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Starker in blue. I actually love this one

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August 27th

The weeks leading up to Peters birthday were nothing short of torture for Tony. The sexual tension between the two was unbearable. Peter’s clothes had started to become tighter and more revealing. He had started to wear makeup. And his attitude became more flirty than Tony’s.

In the lab, Peter would find ways to touch him. Weather it was a brush of the hands when passing tools or hands on the hips when moving around Tony, the boy was practically hanging off of him. Not that he was complaining.

One day, Peter came in wearing what he could swear was an ironette costume. Every time the boy bent over, Tony could see the red and gold panties underneath the skirt.

Tony had to excuse himself to the bathroom three times that day to relieve himself.

Later that week, Tony presenter Peter with a new suit.

“It’s for your birthday. I gotta make sure it fits though. Strip down and pull it on.”

Tony turns around as Peter pulls off his clothes. When he glances behind him, the boy is wearing *a thong*. Tony coughs and thinks about kittens being killed to try to get his boner to go down. It doesn’t work.

Tony jerks off to the image of Peter in a thong that night.

The next week, there was a mission. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Nat, and Peter were sent to go deal with the small group of aliens that decided that it was a good idea to try to take over earth. Tony could barely keep focus because Peter’s ass just looked so good in the suit. And knowing that he was the one who made that suit made Tony want to just take.

When the threat had been contained, they all headed back to the tower. The debriefing room was small, and there were only a few chairs. First come, first serve. Tony ended up in a chair. Peter did not. Until he decided that he would sit in Tony’s lap.

Tony was still hard from that day’s fight, and not just from adrenaline. Peter’s perfect ass right on top of his dick really didn’t help. And then the grinding began.

The feeling of Peter on his cock is too much. Tony hasn’t felt like this since high school. Peter’s ass against him makes him feel like he’s about to cream his jeans. In front of the entire team. He’s screwed.

Peter knows what he’s doing. There’s no way he doesn’t know. He can hear Tony’s breathing. He can hear the noises he’s trying so hard not to make. And he can feel the bulge in the cleft of his ass.

Tony cums in his pants with one last press of Peter’s ass against him. His face turns red and he coughs to try to cover his moans. Everyone looks at him. He had just cum in his pants. Like a teenager. From a teenager. Embarrassment and shame flood his brain. He removes Peter from his lap and leaves.

He didn’t think he could hold off any longer. Either he needed to not be around Peter or- nope, that was the only option.

So Tony, in an attempt not to break the law, starts avoiding Peter.

Which is hard, considering that Peter comes in every day to work in the lab with him. But he manages to hold off.

The day before Peter’s birthday is unbearable. Peter wears shorts that Tony swears are made for girls along with a shirt that has “daddy” in big letters spilled across the front.

Just looking at Peter gave him a boner. And it only gets worse as they work. Every time Peter moves around Tony, he brushes his hands just above Tony’s ass. Every time Peter needs to be handed something, his hands brush Tony’s. Every chance he gets to touch Tony, he does.

Buy the end of the day, Tony has excused himself to jerk off in the bathroom twice. And he’s still hard. It’s a relief when Peter goes to leave.

“Mr. Stark, I gotta go. See you tomorrow!”

Tony grabbed Peter by the waist, grinding his cock against Peter’s ass.

“Tomorrow, pretty boy,” Tony husked in his ear. And then he walked out, leaving Peter to let himself out.

That night, Peter fucks himself to the thought of what Tony will do the next day. Would he go fast or slow? Would he work him up and then make him cum on his cock? Or would he just let Peter do what he wants? Peter jerks off to all three. The only thing that he knows is that he’s going to take whatever Tony gives him. And gratefully too.

When Peter wakes up the next day, he can’t think straight. He wants -needs- Tony.

But he has to wait all day to see him. Tony had invited him over that night for a private celebration, as he had told May. But until then, he needs to look presentable for his friends. He jerks off twice in the shower, trying to relieve himself. It doesn’t work.

He ends up tucking himself in his pants. He’s so hard that it hurts, but it won’t go away. What else is he supposed to do? So his day goes like that. Eventually his boner goes away, but he’s still desperate and excited for later. He tries not to think about what Tony will do to him. He doesn’t need to cum in his pants with his friends around. He’d already seen the looks that he other Avengers had given Tony when he made him cum in his pants.

When Tony’s Audi pulls up in front of his building, he can barely contain his excitement. He says goodbye to May and sprints out the door. Tony is leaning against the car, waiting for him.

“Hi, sweetheart. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“You excited for tonight?”

Peter nods.

“I know. I can see it.”

Peter’s hard in his pants again.

Tony opens the door for Peter.

“In you get.”

Peter’s heart rate picks up. He’s in Tony Stark’s car on the way to get fucked by Tony Stark. This had been his dream since the day he first jerked off.

The entire drive to the tower, Tony’s hand is in his lap. He strokes Peter’s inner thigh, occasionally brushing his fingers over Peter’s cock. Peter’s breathing becomes labored, and he tries his best to not buck up into Tony’s hand.

Peter stops breathing all together when Tony undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. Peter whimpers as Tony jerks him off.

“Shh, baby, just cum for me. To take the edge off.”

Peter’s hips fuck into Tony’s hand.

“That’s it. Do what makes you feel good. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Peter whines and grips at the seats.

When Tony starts to rub at that sensitive spot right under the head of his dick, it’s all over. Peter cums with a shout all over Tony’s hand. All over his Audi.

“Such a good boy for me. Now hang tight, we’re almost there.”

Peter tucks himself back in his pants, his breath still ragged from how hard he came.

“But your car!”

“Don’t worry about that; someone will clean it up later.”

Peter blushes at the thought of someone else cleaning his cum off of Mr. Stark’s car. Tony licks his hand clean as he pulls into the underground garage. He helps Peter out of the car and carries him to the elevator.

Once they reach Tony’s penthouse, Tony carries Peter to his room and tosses him on the bed. Tony pulls off his suit jacket and shoes before returning to the bed.

“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. Tonight is all about you.”

“No. I want to.”

“Alright. We’ll take it as slow as you need it. We’ve got all night.”

Peter nods.

“Can I blow you?”

Peter nods again.

“You can ask me for anything. Tonight is about you.”

“Ok. Can you blow me?”

“Sure, baby. I’m proud of you for asking.”

Tony unzips his pants and pulls them off with his boxers. He locks eyes with Peter as he lays a soft kiss to the head of his cock. Peter whimpers.

“Get comfortable, baby. Put your hands where you want. You can put them on my head if you need. Fuck my throat if you want.”

Peter runs his fingers through Tony’s hair, his eyes trained on Tony’s tongue as he licks a stripe along the side of his cock. Shivers run down the length of his spine, and his grip tightens on Tony's hair, causing him to moan against him. The vibrations of Tony’s low moan makes him tremble with need.

Tony takes Peter in his mouth, burying his into the coarse hair at the base of his cock. Peter tugs at his hair, drawing more moans from him.

“Mm, Tony, don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

Peter squeezes Tony’s head between his thighs as he cums down his throat. Tony swallows around him, stroking Peter’s thighs as he shakes above him from the force of his orgasm. Tony pulls off when Peter goes soft in his mouth.

“Good boy. I’m proud of you for letting me make you feel good.”

Tony sits next to Peter at the head of the bed.

“Can I take your shirt off, baby?”

Peter nods. Tony unbuttons his shirt and throws it behind him.

“You’re so beautiful, Peter. More beautiful than I could ever imagine.”

Peter flushes at Tony’s compliment and presses a tentative kiss.

“Can- Can you teach me?”

“Teach you what?”

“Everything. I’ve never done this before.”

Tony’s breath hitches at Peter’s confession.

“Of course, Petey. I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“Have you ever fingered yourself? Hmm, baby?”

“No.”

“Aww, baby. You were saving your pretty virgin hole all for me. All for daddy.”

Peter’s whole body shivers with arousal.

“You like that, huh? Me being your daddy.”

“Yes,” Peter sobs, “Please, Daddy, I need it.”

“Alright, baby, let me open you up.”

Tony positions him on his hands and knees, spreading his ass to look at his hole.

“Your little hole is so pretty, baby.”

Peter shivers as Tony traces his rim with a finger.

“Well, would you look at that. You cleaned yourself for daddy.”

Tony licks a stripe from the back of his balls to his hole.

Peter’s arms give out from the feeling of Tony’s velvet tongue against his hole. It’s so soft and wet and nice and when it penetrates him, it’s nothing like any of the times he’s tried (and failed) to finger himself. This is what heaven is. Tony Stark between his legs, eating him out.

And the thought that Tony chose *him* makes him feel like the luckiest person on the planet. Who else can say that their eighteenth birthday present was getting eaten out by Tony Stark?

It just makes it that much better when Tony starts pressing on a spot right behind his balls that he didn’t even know existed.

“Oh god, Mr. Stark, what-“

“That’s your perineum, baby. Feels good, right?”

Peter moans as Tony presses harder. It sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. He never knew that it could be this good.

Peter’s moans encourage Tony to continue. Of course, he could do this all night, but those moans make him want to do more.

Tony spread his ass open and dives in once again, lapping at Peter’s hole like a starved man. His beard leaves red marks of irritation on Peter’s pale skin. Tony loves the way it marks the boy. How it makes Peter look owned. How it makes Peter his.

Tony is so hard in his pants now. He can’t get over the fact that he’s the first one to touch Peter’s ass. The first one to taste him. The first one to open him.

Peter is so hard and dripping and god, he’s never felt this good in his life. It’s not just Tony’s tongue that’s making him feel like this. It’s the fact that he feels wanted by Tony after weeks of teasing. That Tony is doing this because they both want it. And god, it makes it *that* much better. For both of them.

“You close, Pete? You gonna cum just from my tongue?”

Peter whines into a pillow.

“Yes, daddy, please!”

Tony nibbles on his rim before diving back in with his tongue. Tony devours Peter’s right hole, using every trick that he knows to get Peter to cum on his tongue. And then he pulls back.

“Come sit on daddy’s face, baby.”

Peter doesn’t move, so Tony grabs him by the hips and pulls him up to his face. He spreads his cheeks and continues to tongue at his hole.

Peter bounces on Mr. Stark’s tongue. He can’t help himself. The wet firm warmth against his hole is so foreign and yet he never wants it to stop. The wet sounds that are coming from Peter riding Tony’s face are so obscene, and it just eggs them on even more.

“Cum for me, Pete. I know you can do it. Cum on daddy’s face.”

Peter cums on Tony’s face a few moments later, his cum getting all over Tony’s face and hair. Peter collapses next to him.

“Wow.”

“Wow is right, kid. Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard from eating someone out.”

“Can I help you with that?”

“You can do whatever you want, baby. This is your special night.”

“Can- can you teach me to ride you?”

“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.

“I think you should try fingering yourself first. See what you like. After all, your fingers are a lot smaller than mine.”

“But, Mr.Stark, I don’t know that to do.”

“That’s alright, baby, I’ll teach you.”

Tony grabs a bottle of lube from one of the side tables and pops the cap open. He squirts some onto Peter’s fingers.

“Start by warming it up a bit. Just rub it through your fingers.”

Peter rubs his fingers together as Tony told him to. Tony pulls off his pants and underwear as he waits.

“I think it’s good now.”

“Good. Now start with one finger. Just push it in and do whatever feels nice.”

Peter takes a deep breath before pushing in. It feels weird. There’s no other way to describe it. It doesn’t feel particularly good, and it doesn’t suck. He looks up at Tony, only to see him stroking his own cock while watching Peter.

“Keep going, baby. Curl your fingers up. Look for your prostate. That’s what’ll make you feel good.”

Peter tries to do what he’s told. He pushes in a bit father, running his finger along his walls.

“I can’t find it, Tony.”

“Sure you can. You haven’t tried hard enough is all. Try adding another finger.”

Peter tries to add another finger. It stretches his hole on the way in, but it’s kind of nice. Not painful, and he’s glad for that. With two fingers in, he repeats the motions that he did with the one. Still nothing.

“Tony. I can’t find it.”

“Shh, baby, let me try.”

Tony slicks up one of his fingers and replaces Peter’s with his. Peter moans out as soon as he crooks his finger up.

“There it is. Feels good, huh?”

“Mmhm!”

Peter moans out and arches into Tony’s fingers. He wants more. Needs more, even. Peter tried to stifle his moans as Tony profs at his prostate.

“Don’t hide your cute little sounds, Petey. You sound beautiful.”

Tony’s dick throbs with need, but he just can’t seem to take himself away from Peter’s fluttering hole to relive himself. God, the way he squeezes his hand every time he brushes that one spot inside him. The noises that he makes. Peter is perfection.

Tony slips another finger inside the boy. His fingers really were larger compared to Peter. He can feel the way his hole stretches around him. God, imagining that tight, warm, wet heat around his cock. Tony groans at the thought, his cock twitching against his stomach with interest. He needs to get inside of the boy. And soon.

“God, Pete, you’re gonna be so tight around my cock. Saved yourself just for me.”

Peter replies with a high pitched whine. Tony pours more lube and manages to slip a third finger in.

Peter can barely think straight with the way Tony’s fingers stretch him. Every movement bumps his prostate, sending shivers through his whole body. His fingers and toes are numb, and all he wants is more.

“More. Please, I need more.”

“I’ll give you more, sweetheart. Give me a minute.”

Tony slicks his cock and presses his cock to his hole.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

Tony thrusts forward with a grunt. Peter’s hope envelopes him, almost pulling him in. He goes slow. It’s tight and warm and wet, and it’s even better than he ever imagined.

Tony lets Peter adjust for a minute. It’s almost unbearable. The tightness of his ass just makes him want to go wild. But he waits for Peter. And Peter flips them over.

Peter moves his hips in slow circles, feeling it out. He does that for a few minutes, getting used to the full feeling and the constant pressure on his prostate from Tony’s dick.

Peter cries out above Tony, bracing himself on his legs as he bounces on his cock. Peter looks beautiful like this, face flushed, and dick bouncing as he rides his cock. He never wants to be anywhere else but here. This is his heaven.

“Oh, Peter, you feel so good around me. You’re doing so good.”

Tony holds his hands as he fucks himself on his cock. Every single noise that leaves Peter’s mouth gives him tingles. Knowing that Peter feels good because of him just makes him more desperate to make Peter feel good.

Peter pins Tony’s hands above his head and just uses him like a toy, bouncing on his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Tony loves it.

“Mr. Stark, I’m close!”

“Me too, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my cock. You’re doing to well, honey. Making me feel so good.”

“Please, I need more.”

Tony thrusts his hips up to meet Peter’s, pushing his cock *that* much further in to make Peter start to sob. Tony pulls his hands out of Peter’s grasp and brings them to his hips, slamming the boy down onto his cock.

Peter cums with a scream on Tony’s cock. His ass clenches so *perfectly* around him that it sends Tony over the edge, sending bursts of cum into Peter’s ass.

Peter lays down on Tony’s chest, completely exhausted.

“Did you like your present, baby?”

Peter makes an affirmative sound into Tony’s chest.

“I’m glad, baby. You did so good. Go to sleep, baby. I’ll clean up.”

He waits until Peter is asleep on top of him before planting a kiss on his head and pulling out. His cum drips out of Peter’s ass, and he can’t help not taking a picture. He looks so perfect, asleep with cum dripping out. Tony wants to remember this moment forever.

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I Was Born to Love You (Winterspider)

Peter has been practicing for weeks for tonight’s show. He’s going to be the first male prima ballerina to ever perform as the sugar plum fairy in The Nutcracker. God, he’s so excited. And his boyfriend is in the audience along with all of his friends and family to cheer him on for opening night.

He wants to do good. He has to. Because Bucky promised him something for later that night if he did good. Remembering what Bucky had growled in his ear earlier makes his cock twitch.

“You’re gonna do so good tonight. I know it. I have a reward for you later, doll. Now go get all pretty. I’ll see you after the show.”

Peter shivers, trying to get rid of the nerves as he focuses on warming up. Tonight needs to be the best performance of his life.

—

One of the stage hands helps Peter on with his costume. He spins in front of the mirror, admiring how beautiful and detailed the dress is. He checks everything over one more before heading to the shoulders of the stage to watch the act before his. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as they do final touch ups to his makeup, dusting a layer of powder over the top to lock it in place. He knows it’s going to get messed up later.

The act finishes, and the other dancers make their way out onto the stage. Peter waits for his queue, taking one last deep breath before prancing onto the stage.

—

The crowd is on their feet, clapping for them as they bow. He catches Bucky’s eye as the curtain drops. He sends Peter a wink and points to his phone. Peter can hear them still clapping from backstage as he starts to remove his costume. The show was a wild success. He didn’t mess up once. He rushes back to his dressing room, getting out of his pointe shoes as quickly as he’s able to. He knows that Bucky is going to massage his feet later, whether he wants it or not (which he does).

He changes into sweatpants and slippers, leaving his makeup for Bucky to enjoy later. He pulls out his phone, and is met by many congratulations texts, along with three messages from Bucky.

Bucky Bear: I’ll wait for you in the car. Don’t forget about your prize ;)

Peter’s breath hitches. He quickly packs his bag, and makes his way to the lobby of the theatre. He’s met by his Aunt May and his friends, MJ and Ned, who all have bouquets of flowers wait for him. Peter feigns exhaustion, and says good night to his Aunt and friends, leaving May with a kiss on the cheek.

He rushes out into the brisk winter air, searching for Bucky’s car. Bucky honks twice, a smile crossing Peter’s face when he sees him. Peter runs to the car and climbs.

“Hey, doll. You did spectacular.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

He presses a quick kiss to his lips before gently placing his flowers in the back seat. He buckled himself in, and Bucky starts back to their apartment. His hand comes to rest on Peter thigh while he drives. Peter shiver with excitement.

—

Bucky pulls up to their building and parks the car, carrying Peter’s bag for him so that he doesn’t crush the flowers. They make their way upstairs. Bucky pulls out Peter’s dirty clothes and puts them in the hamper while Peter puts the flowers in water.

“Come sit with me, doll.”

Peter goes to join Bucky on the couch. He pulls his feet into his lap, starting their nightly foot massage. Peter sighs and leans into Bucky as he works his fingers into the balls of his feet. Peter whines when the tight muscles in his feet begin to unfurl.

“There you go. Relax, darling. I got you.”

Bucky continues to work at his feet, ridding them of any soreness that the pointe shoes caused. The more Bucky rubs his feet, the more Peter starts to drift.

“Mm, daddy. Don’t stop.”

“You startin’ to float, babydoll?”

Peter nods into his shoulder. It wasn’t often that Bucky was able to make Peter float just by massaging him.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Vulture.”

Bucky nods and picks Peter up, taking him to the bedroom.

“You ready for your reward, doll?”

Peter nods. Peter had the tendency to become nonverbal in subspace, so it’s important that Bucky keeps a close eye on him to make sure that he’s ok. Bucky’s fine with that. He loves that Peter is able to trust him enough to go into sub space.

Bucky places his baby on the bed, instructing Peter to get undressed before beginning to pull off his own clothes. He climbs on the bed and pins down Peter, kissing him deeply.

“You really did fantastic tonight, doll.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

“You looked so pretty, all dolled up in that tutu. And you left your makeup on for me. What a good girl I have.”

Peter whines and ruts into Bucky’s abdomen.

“You like it when daddy calls you his pretty little girl, don’t you?”

“Mhm!”

Bucky chuckles and takes his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes. He leans down to press a kiss to Peter’s lips before, reaching blindly for the lube. He finds it and squirts a bit on his fingers. He circles Peter’s hole, his mouth still occupied by Peter’s.

He presses two metal fingers into him. Peter’s hole flutters around his fingers, practically begging him for more. Bucky indulges, pressing another finger into the boy. Bucky kisses down Peter’s neck, biting and sucking at his smooth skin, leaving purple marks behind. His other hand holds Peter’s hips tight so that he can’t move.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? You like it when daddy plays with your hole?”

Peter keens high in his throat, unable to verbally answer.

“I thought so, babygirl. You always love it when I play with your pretty hole.”

Bucky pulls the boy into his lap, replacing his fingers with his cock. He holds his hands behind his back so he can’t touch himself as he fucks Peter onto him. Peter’s moans are stuttered from the force of Bucky bouncing him on his dick. He slumps back into Bucky limply, letting him use his body as a fleshlight. He barely notices when Bucky’s fingers skim the skin near his cock.

“Look at you. You’re so small that you can see my cock in you.”

Peter shivers. Bucky’s words along with the constant pressure against his prostate make him want to touch himself so bad. But he can’t. Not with his hands pinned behind his back. Bucky’s grip is sure to leave bruises on his wrists.

“Look at how good daddy fills you up, sweetheart.”

Peter manages to raise his head enough to look and he almost cums at how his stomach bulges from Bucky.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? The way daddy makes you his inside and out?”

Peter nods and moans into Bucky’s ear. Bucky pushes him forward into the mattress, pinning him down by the back and starts to really fuck him. His pace is fast and unforgiving, and Peter wouldn’t ask for it any other way. Bucky’s hands pushing on his upper back make impossible for him to move.

“Bucky-y-y!”

Every moan and groan are punched out of him from the force of Bucky slamming into him.

“You close, doll? You gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

Peter cries into the pillow, unable to answer. Bucky’s cock dragging across his prostate just feels so good. He never wants this to end.

“Cum for Daddy.”

Peter wouldn’t be able to hold it back if he tried. His cock spurts ropes of white cum on the bedsheets, staining them. His whole body seizes up and shakes. His hole clamps down on Bucky. Bucky’s balls draw up and he cums inside his boy with a loud grunt.

He lays down next to Peter, snuggling him as he came back. He’s ass woozy and unable to focus.

“I got you, Pete. Come back to me.”

He blinks twice before focusing on Bucky’s face.

“Hey.”

“Hi doll. Did you enjoy your reward?”

Peter nods sleepily. Bucky presses kisses to his forehead and nose before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna clean up and join you.”

Peter nods again and lets his eyes fall shut. Bucky watches him sleep for a few minutes before getting up to go get a warm washcloth. After he’s done wiping his cum from Peter, he lays down beside him. Peter looks like an absolute angel, his lashes laying like fans against his skin and his cheeks still rosy from sex. If Bucky could only look at one thing for the rest of his life, it would be Peter. He reaches under his pillow and pulls out a box. He flips it open and looks at the ring that he was supposed to give Peter tonight. Ah well, there is always tomorrow. And hopefully every day after to love Peter Parker.

For @yakinoodle

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#mine #nff #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes

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kira-starker · 3 years

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So I fixed endgame

It’s starker. Tony lives. It’s like 10k words. It was supposed to be 1k. Enjoy!

#starker #mine #nff #peter parker x tony stark

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kira-starker · 3 years

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Feat. Pyromaniac!Peter and smoker!Tony

#starker #mine #moodboard #peter parker x tony stark

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kira-starker · 3 years

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Pregnant Tony Drabble (ABO)

Shit hits the fan the day Tony finds out he’s pregnant. He’s only been off his suppressants for a month now, but his alpha, Peter, still managed to knock him up.

Peter’s the first alpha that he’s gone off suppressants for. And during his first heat, Peter fucked him just about every hour. So Tony’s not sure why he’s surprised that he’s pregnant.

And so while he sits there on the toilet seat looking at those two blue lines, anxiety starts to bubble in him. Peter’s twenty. They’ve been dating for less than a year, and dating publicly for only a month. How is he going to react to being a father? He’s still in school, for God’s sake. He doesn’t have time for a baby.

So Tony hides it. He doesn’t know what else to do. He’s never been especially good with feelings or words or anything of that sort. And he’s anxious. Which he knows is ridiculous, but his brain just keeps telling him the worst scenarios.

What if Peter dumps him? What if he’s upset? What if he doesn’t want the baby? What if he does want the baby?

It’s not until he starts to become distant that Peter confronts him about it. And it’s in that moment that he realizes that Peter has those same insecurities because of the way Tony’s been acting. He feels like an ass now, making his alpha feel like he’s not wanted.

And so he comforts Peter; assuring him that he loves him more than anything. How could he not? He’s carrying his baby.

And oh, there it is. He’s accidentally said it out loud. They both freeze. Tony’s eyes fill with tears, and he can feel the fear coursing through his body. He can see the array of emotions flash across Peter’s face.

First humor, which goes away once he realizes that Tony isn’t kidding, then astonishment, then wonder, then excitement, and then, (Tony really wasn’t expecting this at all) lust.

Peter fucks him slow and deep that night, whispering in Tony’s ear just how hot it is that he finally got him pregnant. That he finally stuffed him full with his own seed to the point where his own baby is growing inside of his omega. Tony’s never cum harder in his life.

Pregnancy suites Tony well. Every morning he wakes up to a home made smoothie and a kiss before he goes down to the workshop. Mornings are like pure bliss for him. Unlike most omegas, he never gets morning sickness. Lunch is usually brought to him by Peter, which usually is accompanied by whatever queer craving he’s having that day. Peter will usually work with him in the work shop or do homework after lunch.

Tony and Peter will usually cook dinner together, and they’ll eat while watching whatever TV show they’ve started. Their nights are filled with slow, steamy sex.

Peter enjoys Tony being pregnant too. He loves nothing more than coming home to take care of his omega and his growing child. He loves to pepper Tony’s growing tummy with kisses, and reassure Tony that he looks stunning when he doubts himself. Peter loves the requests for odd foods for lunch; he loves bringing Tony everything his heart desires, and he loves showing Tony how much he loves him every night.

It’s scary for both of them when Tony goes into labor. They completely forget everything that the nurses told them in parenthood classes as they rush to the hospital. Peter swears that if Tony had squeezed his hand any harder that it would have broke.

They leave the hospital the next day with a beautiful baby girl, who they name Morgan. She quickly becomes the light of their life.

Looking back, Tony doesn’t know what he was so scared about. He’s got everything he could ever want or need in life. An alpha who loves him and a beautiful daughter. He’s happy.

#starker #mine #nff #peter parker x tony stark #a/b/o au #mpreg

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