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lemonpeter · 3 years

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Wait, He’s Hot

Sorry this took so long @dtownes89!! Life has been wild but today I’ve finally got a (at least right now) chill day to finish this fic

I am not and never have been a stripper, much less one of the male variety lol. So don’t take any of this too seriously, it’s just for silly fun. I hope everyone enjoys 💕

Warnings: stripper!Peter, Peter’s age isn’t mentioned but he’s an adult, fully nude dancer, so kinda nff, awkward situation, but then they all realize they’re horny for Peter

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“This is so...odd,” Steve complained, arms crossed.

They were all directly outside of the club, the bouncer eyeing them curiously. It wasn’t every day that a whole pack of Avengers were spotted outside of a strip club. Especially with obvious intent to go inside.

“See, this is exactly why we’re going. Because you’re too uptight. Loosen up,” Tony told him, fixing the cuffs on his shirt. “It’ll be fun. And if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll even give you money to pay for a dance,” he teased.

Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Right....”

They made their way into the building, glancing around.

Tony was instantly finding a table for them, making sure it was right up front. He grinned a little at the girl on stage, casually tossing a few bills onto the stage as she danced.

Natasha walked to him, snickering. “Can’t even wait five minutes before you start spending? I thought we were getting drinks first.”

“We will, we will. I just wanted to make sure she knows what a good job she’s doing.” He winked at the dancer.

She laughed.

Nat grabbed Tony’s arm. “Drinks. You can fail at getting someone to hook up with you later.”

“I am not- I’m offended at that remark.”

“Be offended. We’re getting drinks.”

By the time they had all placed their order and gotten their drinks, the dancers had changed shifts. They made their way back to their table and watched as the new dancer made his way onto the stage.

“This one is pretty,” Natasha mused. “But he looks really...young. Think he’s even legal?”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Bucky murmured back. “He’s so small...Jesus.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply before closing it again. His expression gave the idea that he had just bitten into a lemon.

“What? Don’t like-“

“Peter?” Steve asked out loud, eyes wide.

The dancer froze, hands stilling from where they had just slipped under the hem of his top. “Oh fuck....”

His eyes instantly drifted to Tony and he covered his face. “I’m in hell. This is it. I died. And I’m in hell.”

The older man stared at him, quickly downing the rest of his drink. “Aren’t you, yknow. Losing money? If you’re just gawking at us?”

Tony knew that it wouldn’t fair well for the younger man if he just stopped and didn’t perform. But he couldn’t deny that he was fairly interested to watch as well.

Peter whined softly, nodding. He knew he would get fired if he didn’t start his routine soon. But his super coworkers were all watching him. God, he saw these people daily. He would never be able to look them in the eye ever again.

But he slowly gestured for the music to start again, shaking his head and regaining his focus.

The other patrons watched on, as well as the avengers, as he started getting into the beat of the song playing.

His hands brushed his shirt up, teasingly showing off tight abs before he pulled the shirt off completely and tossed it to the side.

His fingers brushed over his peaked nipples gently and he shivered at the sensation. He heard some murmurs and even a whistle from the crowd.

His hips rolled in a fluid, sensual motion as one hand slid down to mime stroking himself through the tight shorts he was wearing. And he was hyper aware of how those were the only thing he was wearing.

He didn’t dare look to the avengers.

But they were enjoying the show, almost to an uncomfortable level. None of them quite knew what to do with how attracted they were to the younger man. But they all felt it.

Natasha was the first to be bold enough to throw a couple dollar bills onto the stage when he got closer.

The dancer’s cheeks flushed and he blew a kiss to her. His brain ran on autopilot as he worked, nearly forgetting how inappropriate that kiss would feel later on.

She grinned, leaning back in her seat. “Cmon, boys. I know you want some of the fun too.”

Tony huffed a laugh and glanced to the others.

Steve looked mildly uncomfortable, but his harder-than-average breathing gave away how he really felt. Barnes wasn’t so shy in showing how he felt, posture relaxed as he sipped at his drink with his eyes on the stage. Rhodey kept glancing between Peter and Tony, one hand over his mouth as he tried to hide his smile. Thor had moved up closer to the stage and was freely tossing the money to the dancer already.

“Alright, I’ll play. I mean, he’s doing great,” Tony admitted.

“He’s doing better than that. And hey, we know he’s legal.”

“Nat, you’re not making any sort of proposition to him. He’s just working. Let him work.”

The woman chuckled, shrugging as she threw a few more bills. “We’ll see.”

Tony finally focused in on Peter again, throwing a couple high bills. He knew the young man deserved it.

Peter’s eyes widened slowly as he saw the money. “Wow,” he breathed, momentarily distracted again. But he shook his head, focusing.

His heartbeat quickened to impossibly fast as he remembered the next part of his routine.

He reached for the snaps on one side of his shorts, slowly popping each one. He kept one hand over the front, making sure not to expose anything too quickly. But the back fell away, bubble butt visible to the audience as he rolled his hips again.

“Holy shit,” Tony breathed, almost feeling dizzy with how quickly he got hard.

“Just imagine how good that ass would look with a few bites on it,” Bucky mumbled under his breath.

Natasha huffed a laugh, eyes still on the stage. “I heard that. You’re not wrong...shit, we work with him? This is...damn.”

Peter could hear them the entire time (thanks super hearing). His cheeks stayed flushed red but he didn’t stop again. He turned to the front again, teasingly dropping the remaining fabric a couple inches lower. The very base of his cock was visible that way, but nothing else.

The rest of the audience cheered and whistled, calling for the rest of the fabric to come off.

And oh, it did.

After a minute or so more he dropped the fabric entirely, hands sliding over his stomach despite how he felt like covering himself up.

Tony felt so wrong for how closely he watched. He had every curve and vein of Peter’s cock mapped out in his mind in seconds.

Natasha spoke exactly what the rest of them were thinking: “I’m never getting off to anything but this for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe coming here wasn’t such a dumb idea,” Steve mumbled, trying to hide the way he pressed the heel of his hand over his hard-on.

Tony couldn’t even find words. He just watched Peter finish his dance in silence.

The dancer was a lot more relaxed by the end, even laughing to himself as he collected his tips.

His eyes flicked over to the team one more time before he walked off stage. He winked at them quickly before turning, giving them all one last look before he disappeared backstage.

None of them could wait for their meeting the next morning.

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legendsneverstopbeeingsexy · 4 years

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Peter leaning against the railing and watching the sunset: It’s beautiful

Clint staring at Peter’s abs and almost drooling: Definitely

Tony looking at Peter’s ass: Yes absolutely

Bucky, who looked like he was about to fuck Peter against the wall, nodded: Ravishing

#avengers #peter parker #peter x tony #pevengers #peter x clint #peter x bucky

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starkerintheparker · 4 years

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WinterSpider for the 002 ask, please sweetpea 💕 (I'll convert you yet! 😜)

OMG you minx, you and @cagestark are out there on a crusade after my monogamous shipping ass lol

When I started shipping it: I don’t... yet

My thoughts: I’m still very attached to Starker and I hesitate to “share” either of them with other people lol I know winterironspider is popular in the Starker community (at least on tumblr) but I’ll read spidershield or pevengers before I read winterspider tbh. I don’t even know why, I like Bucky and I like Stan, but... I feel like I don’t know his character very well because he didn’t have much screen time outside CA1 and CW and I’ve only watched those movies once. I don’t feel especially connected to him but I’m excited to watch TFAWS so my feelings on that might change. Until then I’m afraid I’ll read it during horny hours only, in a pevengers or winterironspider scenario

What makes me happy about them: Bucky’s metal arm - see kinks section below 😏

What makes me sad about them: Bucky and Peter have been through a lot and I’m soft for their personal journey. Then again they’re both alive so there’s hope for healing and recovery.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I haven’t read much and I’m not too invested to care lol

Things I look for in fanfic: PWP since I don’t care for them as a romantic ship

My kinks: Size kink, exhibitionism, fingering/fisting/choking (we all know that’s what Bucky’s metal arm is good for), feminization, threesome/foursome, edging

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Tony, in both cases

My happily ever after for them: fucking while mob boss!Tony watches 👌🏼

#ask game #winterspider #starkeristheendgame

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obligatorynasty · 2 years

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Homework. [Read on AO3]

A/N: This is the kind of fic you have to apologize for in advance. I am so sorry. It’s just smut, babes. There’s nothing else but smut here.

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Tags: Starker, Pevengers, NFF, Smut, Daddy Kink, Free Use Kink, Bukkake, Praise Kink, Dom/Sub, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Crying, Overstimulation, Sex Toys

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All Peter was supposed to do was his homework.

He and Tony had discussed it at length; he would go into the lab, sit at the big desk, the one closest to the door, and work through his matrices like usual. He didn’t need to respond or react – in fact, Tony told him to try his best to not say anything.

Just ignore it, baby boy. They’ll like it better that way.

And they were somewhere down the hall, in another room of the Tower, waiting exactly where Tony discussed they would be. It was endearing, really. All the careful planning Tony did for him. The weeks of agreements and consents and preparation. It made sitting at that desk so much easier, so much safer. More than his collar alone made him feel. He had begged Tony to let him wear it today – the thin diamond studded leather – and he reluctantly allowed it, knowing the mess it would be facing but being swayed by Peter’s soft pleads and big brown eyes.

But Peter was so thankful for it, thankful for the way Tony gently tugged against the back of it, bringing him back to the present, back to the desk, back to his math homework and everything that would be happening as he completed it.

“Are you ready, princess?” His voice sent a chill down Peter’s spine.

“Yes, daddy.”

It was quiet for a minute after that; Tony moved out of view to another lab desk, tinkering with something, as Peter scribbled an answer down for question number one. It only served to make the sound of the door sliding open more jarring. The sound of shoes squeaking against the floor were more thunderous as they approached him from behind. The sound of a step stool being unfolded and placed directly next to him rang in his ear. It was all so loud to him in the calm of the lab but Peter was good, so he focused on his homework.

“Hey Tony, mind if I use this?” Steve called out, one of his feet already stepping up onto the stool, his hands already undoing his belt right next to Peter’s face.

“Yeah, I don’t care, use it however you want,” Tony called back, not bothering to even peek around the corner.

Not that Peter wanted him to.

No, Peter wanted to feel like a this; like an it. He wanted to sit there, trying to solve math problems while Steve, or whoever else Tony had come through that door, masturbated against his face. It was a better feeling than he imagined it being.

Steve was soft with him. He kept one hand in Peter’s curls and the other at his own cock, pumping tirelessly with the head pressed into the plump of Peter’s cheek, already oozing precum and not being shy about smearing it down the line of Peter’s jaw. All the while petting gentle fingers through Peter’s curls.

And Peter was trying to focus on question number two, but his pencil had stopped moving and his face was starting to go hot as his brain was absorbed by the lewd blend of Steve’s groans and that eager stroking so near his ear. He was so caught up in the experience that he didn’t realize he was holding his breath until Steve was finishing. Peter exhaled heavy, feeling goosebumps light up his skin as cum erupted against his face, three strong pumps against his cheek and forehead and in his hair.

“Thanks, Tony!” Steve was so casual about it, shouting out his thanks to Tony like Peter was nothing more than an object to use and ignore. It had him fighting off a whine that sat at the back of his throat as Steve stepped down, buckling his belt as he left the lab.

Peter had to erase everything he wrote for question two; it was all wrong.

After Steve, it was only seconds before the lab door opened again. This time it was Sam and Bucky.

“Tony, Steve said you don’t care if we use this, is that right?”

Sam asked but Bucky was already on Peter, already standing on the stool with his cock out, fisting at it like he was seconds away from orgasm. His free hand was gripped in Peter's hair, forcing his lips against his cock.

“Yeah, whatever,” Tony called back, almost like he was annoyed by the question. His indifference made Peter slip up, made him moan against Bucky’s cock as it pulsated and shot a thick white in and all around his mouth.

And he was so enraptured by Bucky’s hold that Peter didn’t notice Sam was already close to his climax too; trading places with Bucky just in time to spew more cum against his face.

Bucky and Sam were gone before Peter could even contemplate a better answer for question two. The cum on his face was thick in some places, and runny in others, dripping down his chin and neck, pooling against the seam of his collar and beyond, soaking into his t-shirt. He was starting to feel quite heady in his arousal with each wicked thought that buzzed through his mind being about how filthily he was used. Needless to say, it was becoming difficult to think about math, though he still played his part. Keeping his pencil in hand, eyes fixed on the page, regardless of how hard he was getting in his jeans.

The door opened for a third time. It was Thor, and from the sound of it, he was already pumping at his cock as he walked in.

“Don’t mind me, Stark, just going to use this right quick then I’ll be out of your hair!”

Tony didn’t even use words this time; all he spared was a short hum of agreement like Thor was asking to borrow a spare pen. Peter felt his breath hitch as Thor pulled the stool to Peter’s other side and wasted no time in caking his face in cum.

Peter guessed that the god of thunder would be more potent than others, but he didn’t think it would feel like a cup of liquid syrup gushing against his hair and nose and cheeks. Weighing down his curls and trickling against his shoulder, seeping into his t-shirt and dripping down his arm. The wet and sticky sensation left him feeling positively debased, and aching for his own release.

But they weren’t done.

As soon as Thor left, Bruce walked in. Peter knew it was him without needing to look; professor Hulk’s footsteps weren’t exactly light and he also didn’t need the step stool. He pushed the fucking step stool away like it was a joke as he approached, and just like everyone else, he was already sporting an erection.

Peter knew he wasn’t supposed to look, but who wouldn’t steal a quick glance at the Hulk’s cock? He almost broke character at the sight of it – the size of it – but the sound of Tony clearing his throat stole his attention. Peter looked up and then quickly snapped his eyes back down toward his homework.

Tony was finally back in view, watching as Bruce rubbed the head of his cock against Peter’s face and shoulder. He seemed tense, and Peter knew why; this part was over-negotiated. Bruce wasn’t allowed to touch Peter with his hands. Tony didn’t want his baby boy getting hurt. So Tony wasn’t just watching – no, Tony was enforcing – like he would step in and interrupt if the Hulk stepped out of line. And the thought of that alone made Peter’s brain feel like mush, like he was high, like he could float up from his seat from the ecstasy of it all.

Yet one groan from Bruce brought Peter down to earth because the next moment left him feeling undeniably defiled and so positively delirious. The amount of cum that hit his face made Thor’s seem like a light spritz. The initial pump surprised him so much that he broke his pencil in two and found himself reactively holding his breath and closing his eyes. It was like a torrent of honey down his back, a flood of hot and creamy liquid that pooled in between his thighs and trickled down his legs and left his shirt feeling soggy.

And there were two more spurts just like that before Bruce was finished, tucking himself back into his pants as he left the lab.

Peter had to swipe away cum that was threatening to drip in his eyes but it almost felt pointless with how much was clinging to his palms. He felt another whine bubble up as he looked down at his very incomplete homework and how wet the bottom of the page was. His next desperate little whine was motivated by how tight his wet jeans felt on his touch-starved cock.

“Stand up, princess.” Tony was suddenly right next to Peter. “We’re not done.”

Peter had no willpower to do anything but pliantly obey, moving to his feet slowly so he didn’t slip, moaning at the sensation of cum dripping everywhere down his body. He took one step towards Tony before he was being folded onto the lab desk, a guiding hand gripping like a threat against the back of his neck and the other yanking his jeans down past his ankles. Peter’s skin and t-shirt clung coldly to the surface of the desk, making him shiver as he was held there.

“Look at you,” Tony hummed, bringing his hand down to spank against the plump of Peter’s ass before pressing at the plug that was fitted so loosely in his hole. “Such a sloppy thing. You like being covered in other men’s cum, baby boy?”

“Yes, daddy,” Peter dragged it out, forced to by the way Tony pressed at the plug before quickly pulling it out. The sensation made Peter’s legs go weak beneath him, made him appreciate that the desk was there to help him stay on his feet. Even more so as Tony reached forward, gathering cum that was sticky on Peter’s face, letting it coat his palm, using it to slick his fingers into Peter’s ass.

Peter gasped, his back arching slightly as Tony’s fingers went as deep as they could, slathering his insides with that sinful mixture of semen. “Daddy, please!” He felt like he was burning and freezing all at once, and the wound up desire coiling in his stomach only made it worse.

“Please, what?” Tony laughed at him, keeping his fingering and his hold on the back of Peter’s neck steady. “Did all that cock in your face make you forget how to use your words, princess? Couldn’t even finish your homework. What a stupid little cum dump.”

That ripped a moan from somewhere deep in Peter, sending a wave of pleasure through his body, threatening to make him come. Though he fought against it, breathing through the throbbing fervor like his life depended on it. “Please, I want your cock inside me, daddy, please, please-”

What happened after that had Peter seeing stars. In one breath, Tony was pulling his fingers out. On the next, he was burying his cock as deep as it would go and pressing his weight into it, pinning Peter against the desk with the force of his cock.

It left Peter writhing beneath him, screaming from the burn of being filled so quickly, and shaking from the orgasm it so mercilessly triggered. The volatile bliss hit him so hard that his vision went white for a blink and his head drooped against the desk as his cock released spurts of cum in waves of ruthless pleasure that he was drowning in.

So when Tony began thrusting and Peter had nowhere to run, he sobbed, his vision going blurry with tears. “Daddy, t-too much! I came-!”

“I don’t care, baby,” Tony was grinning, Peter could hear it in that arrogant tone of his voice. “Ask for permission next time or this is what you get.”

Peter instantly regretted saying anything because without warning, Tony was grabbing at his spent cock and pumping at it in time with each thrust of his hips. It was the most decadent agony. A pleasure that had his body flexing and spasming uncontrollably. It felt so intense that he couldn’t string together a sentence, even to beg for Tony to come inside of him. He had no choice but to lay there, trapped by the force of Tony’s hold for seconds that felt like minutes of sweet torture, struggling to breathe between the fast paced in and out of Tony’s cock.

At the end of those drawn out seconds, Tony was coming. Buried to the hilt and groaning as his cum warmed Peter’s insides. He kept himself there, still pumping at Peter’s cock as he leaned down to whisper, all sweet and encouraging, “C’mon, princess. You can do it. Show daddy how good you are.”

Peter was addicted to that; being good for Tony. His body was hardwired for it. Those words were all it took for a second orgasm to ripple throughout his exhausted frame and pull clear squirts from the tip of his cock.

“Daddy,” Peter’s voice was hoarse and his muscles had all given up, and his head was spacey and light as he laid against the desk, feeling every inch of sensation in his body when Tony pulled out. Warm cum leaking out to join the cooled cum that stuck to his legs. The gentle hold Tony had on him to keep him from sliding off the desk.

“You did so good, baby boy,” Tony’s praise made Peter’s already spacey head feel more airy.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

“Yes, please.”

#starker #obligatorywrites #pevengers #ironspider

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lemonpeter · 3 years

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Okay okay I can’t decide what I want to write for Pete’s birthday

So are we thinking a. Pevengers birthday *rgy

B. Soft domestic starker birthday sm*t

#bri speaks #starker #pevengers #or both lol if I get enough motivation and inspo #shout out to last year when I said I’d post something for his birthday and then never did #it still haunts me #I have actual guilt over it #but OH WELL lol #I’ll make it up this year

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lemonpeter · 4 years

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Day 25 - Orgy (Peter/Avengers)

I’m sorry this is out late, I had a horrific day and it made writing really hard. But I’m doing better now and hope everyone enjoys 💜 I might even add a second part to this one if that’s something people want, this was a lot of fun to write

Warnings: orgy, oral sex, I don’t think there are any other ‘warnings’, it’s just pure filth yall

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Peter was living the dream.

See, he hadn’t been so sure how to feel when the idea of an orgy was proposed. He was fairly inexperienced, always wanted to to everything right. Being thrown into everyone with way more experience than him definitely made him nervous.

Until he figured out that everyone wanted him.

He knew that Tony wanted him. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with scissors, so he figured he’d at least be with Tony.

But then Bucky had spoke up about how it had been a while since he’d been with anyone. Maybe someone with less experience would be good for him.

Then Steve causally mentioned actually being a virgin, and how he trusted that Peter would be careful even given the circumstance.

That surprised Peter, he wasn’t sure that he believed Captain America hadn’t gotten any action before, but he wouldn’t say anything.

Natasha made a comment about not trusting the others to actually be good and take her orders that she liked to give.

Thor didn’t need to say anything, the way that he instantly gravitated towards Peter when the proposal had been made told him all that he needed to know.

Even Sam, who notoriously liked to act like he hated Peter, said that he could be good for a round.

He had easily a half dozen people that wanted him. He had almost the whole Avengers team (minus Clint, married, and Bruce, couldn’t have sex) plus some that wanted to sleep with him.

He absolutely couldn’t believe it.

So then they got started.

Of course everyone couldn’t start with Peter, so they paired off in various ways.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam were instantly on each other, hands reaching and groping and mouths exploring.

Thor decided to watch them, leaning back on the couch and simply observing.

And Natasha kept a close eye on Peter, determined that she would have him next.

Peter shyly smiled at Tony as the older man pulled him in.

“I know you’ve never done anything like this,” Tony murmured, kissing over his jaw gently.

Peter’s lips curved up in a slight smile as he tilted his head back to give Tony better access to his skin. “You don’t know that for sure. You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“I’m pretty sure you would have told me if you’ve ever had an orgy before.” Tony grinned, one hand dropping to gently cup Peter’s hardening cock through his sweatpants.

The younger man bit his lip, breath hitching in his throat. “I don’t tell you everything, you know.”

“But have you done it?”

“Well, no,” Peter finally admitted, huffing a laugh. “But still. I’ll be fine.”

Tony hummed, finally satisfied by the answer he was given as he buried his face in Peter’s neck and began leaving love bites. “You will be. Because if anyone even looks at you in way you don’t like, I’m getting them thrown out and banned from the tower.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasped out, head lolling back as he basked in the feeling of getting the marks.

At the gasp, Thor glanced up and towards them. He slowly stood, making his way towards them.

Tony’s hand slipped into the waistband of the younger man’s sweats when he became aware of the god behind them.

“Mind if I join?” Thor asked, eyes careful and calculating, but definitely with a playful light to them.

“I might mind,” Tony commented, sucking another mark onto Peter’s neck as he slipped his hand into the man’s pants.

“I don’t!” Peter said quickly. “Please. Please join,” he said breathlessly.

Thor grinned when he was given permission, quickly ignoring Tony and leaning in to kiss Peter directly on the mouth. “Thank you, young spider. I’ve been imagining being with you for so long now.”

Peter blushed, surprised from the kiss and the words that followed. There was absolutely no way that Thor had thought about being with him like that. He just couldn’t believe it. “O-oh,” he breathed. He groaned when Tony’s hand wrapped around his cock, like the older man was trying to prove a point.

“So, what do you want with him, pointbreak?” Tony asked suddenly, voice muffled against Peter’s neck.

Thor chuckled, the sound low and booming. “We are here for sexual encounters, yes?”

“Correct, thanks for the observation.”

Peter smacked Tony’s arm gently at the sarcastic comment. “Be nice,” he mumbled.

“I am being nice.” Tony twisted his hand, stroking Peter slowly. “Very nice.”

Peter groaned, biting his lip. “Not what I meant. But yes, now you’re being nice. Please don’t stop.”

The god watched them, humming softly. “Well, you seem to be preoccupied, touching wise. But I would be very happy if you were open to...giving pleasure as well as receiving.”

Peter snorted. “Is the god of thunder asking me to suck his dick?” He joked. “Because, uh, yes.”

“I like your enthusiasm,” Thor said happily. “That is what I was asking. So that’s a yes?” He didn’t even wait for an answer, pushing down the comfortable bottoms that he had been in. Which revealed that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

Peter blushed, eyes trailing over the thick cock that was made clear once it was uncovered. He could already tell from the tenting that had been in Thor’s pants that he would be huge, but it was much more intimidating to actually see.

Tony looked between them, still slowly stroking the younger man in his pants. “I guess we’ll need to change position a bit,” he mused. “Peter. Let’s get down, alright? On our knees.”

The young man nodded quickly, slowly sinking down to his knees as Tony did. That way Tony could keep touching him and he could please Thor. His mouth opened and he looked expectant.

Using one hand to guide his cock, Thor gently set the head on Peter’s waiting tongue. “Don’t try to do too much, I don’t want you to be worn out too early,” he warned.

Peter smirked, lips wrapping around the head and suckling gently just to start. He shivered at the moan that he got from the god. That just encouraged him more.

He got to work, able to take down half of the huge cock before it was just too much. He gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat, but he got a control of the reflex and kept going.

Thor was incredibly vocal and laced his large fingers through Peter’s hair as he kept going. Soon his hips began thrusting slightly, testing just how far Peter could take him.

Tony kept a close eye on them, making sure that Peter was feeling good as well as staying happy.

But despite the watery eyes and choked noises that came from him occasionally, Peter seemed absolutely thrilled with what he was doing.

It didnt take long with Peter’s skilled mouth for Thor to be getting close, hand tightening further in the young man’s hair. “Are you alright to swallow?” He asked, eyes close on him to catch a reaction.

Peter moaned and nodded, the bobbing motion of his head only helping the god get there closer. It took less than a minute more of his actions before he felt the first spurt of liquid shoot down his throat. He swallowed, pulling off just enough so that he would get a mouthful instead of it all just going down his throat.

Thor enjoyed that, head dropped back and breathing heavy as he rode out his orgasm. Then once he was done, he finally pulled out of Peter’s mouth.

The young man had a full mouth and seemed to be struggling to catch it all. Some had already dribbled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin as he swallowed it all down. “Woah,” he breathed, licking his lips.

Thor grinned at the reaction, not even bothering to tuck his cock back away. Instead he just kicked his pants off completely. He figured he would get a second round with someone, what was the point of keeping them on?

Tony watched them, chuckling as he watched Peter. “How have you not cum yet?” He teased, still stroking slowly.

Peter blushed at the question, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Because...ah, I can’t really cum just from...my dick being touched.”

“Please tell me you’re about to say what I hope you’re about to say,” Tony murmured.

“I gotta be...filled too. In order to finish.”

Tony groaned, kissing the man quickly despite there still being traces of cum on his lips. He didn’t care. “You’re incredible. And I’m definitely going to be the first to get to that ass. Get up and on the couch.”

Nodding, Peter stood up quickly. He blushed for a moment before pushing his pants and boxers off, figuring there wasn’t much point to them any more. Then he bent over the couch, leaning right into Natasha.

“Hi, miss,” he said shyly.

Natasha chuckled, adjusting them so that his arms were braced between her legs. “Hi, Peter. Can I have a turn now? I wanted to be the first you got that mouth on, but I can settle for second. If that’s alright with you.”

Peter nodded quickly, licking his red and swollen lips. “Yeah. Yes. I would love to. Please-“

His words were cut off by a strained moan as he felt lube being poured over his ass. It was really cold and had surprised him.

Tony grinned. “Whoops. Sorry, kid. Just figured we’d need some of this before we got started.”

Peter nodded, blinking to try and reorient himself. “Yeah. Of course. Just- warning please. Next time.”

“Next time,” Sam commented, getting closer after breaking away from Steve and Bucky. “I would love to be that next time. Although im pretty sure you won’t need any more lube, I think he just poured the whole bottle in your-“

“Just trying to be cautious,” Tony defended, sounding offended.

Sam raised his hands in surrender, shrugging. “I know it takes a lot, I’m just saying that was a ton.” He laughed, shaking his head. “But hey, I do want to be second here.” He patted Peter’s ass gently. “Although I’m pretty sure I’m going to ruin you for anyone else here.” He grinned, showing off the little gap between his teeth.

Peter couldn’t see it, but he always loved that gap. It was cute, even if the man who had it hated it. He loved the way it was shown off when Sam smiled. Which was often. “You can be second,” he told him.

“-but you won’t be ruining him for anyone,” Tony added. “Because that’s my job.”

Peter laughed, resting his cheek against Nat’s thigh. He was in for a long, long night.

And he couldn’t wait.

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