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Let it Simmer

Pairing: Starker

Rating: Explicit (E)

Notes: This fic fulfills my “edging” square for @starkercestevent 2020 bingo.

Length: 5.5k~

Warnings: underage, Uncle/Nephew incest, oral sex, edging

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Peter was brimming with excitement as he packed his overnight bag. He’d gotten his birthday wish, a weekend visiting his Uncle Tony. “Just us guys,” Peter thought to himself happily. Even though they lived in the same city, his uncle was so busy running Stark Industries that visits were few and far between. Peter missed the one-on-one time with the only male role model in his life.

“Peter! Tony’s here! It’s time to go!” His Aunt May’s voice carried up the stairs to his room. Peter hustled to grab everything he needed and hurriedly zipped the bag after shoving in his clothes. He took the stairs down two a time in his eagerness.

“Uncle Tony!” Peter cried out as he barreled into his uncle’s arms.

“There’s my favorite nephew!” Tony said, wrapping his arms around Peter. “You ready to go kiddo, got everything you need?”

“Yup! I’m ready!” Peter chirped, looking up at Tony, searching his familiar face for warmth and comfort.

Peter reluctantly peeled himself out of Tony’s grip to say goodbye to his aunt. After a thoroughly embarrassing session of hair smoothing and cheek kissing he was released to slide into the passenger seat of his uncle’s Audi.

“So, what are we getting into this weekend?” Peter looked across at his uncle’s defined jawline as he spoke.

“Well, I thought I’d teach you your grandma’s pasta sauce recipe. She taught me for the first time when I was about your age. I know Mom would have loved the chance to pass it down to you herself.”

When they got back to Tony’s penthouse at the top of Stark Tower, they ordered a pizza for dinner and settled into the couch. Peter naturally gravitated into Tony’s side, cuddling up with a full belly with a thick blanket draped over them. As the movie played on Peter relaxed, breathing in the scent of his uncle’s cologne and drifting off to sleep.

Peter was torn from his dreams of confident hands and kind brown eyes on Saturday morning by a gentle rapping at the door.

“Petey? You up, hun? It’s almost ten already.” Tony’s voice called from the hallway.

He blinked up in confusion, realizing he was in his usual guest room in Tony’s penthouse, and not still on the couch. He peeked under the blankets only to find himself in his underwear and shirt from the day before, with a problem. A hard, sticky, pushing-against-his-briefs type of problem.

“Oh, no,” Peter said with dismay, before calling out, “Just a minute, Uncle Tony!”

He’d only been waking up with a boner in the morning for a few months, and it had to happen here and now of all places?

Peter screwed his eyes shut and tried to think of the least sexy things he could. Old Mr. Jenkins down the hall in his 70s workout shorts, stoichiometry, Mrs. Whitehead’s too thin dresses in the front of the classroom, showing the line of her granny panties every time she faced the board… Ugh nothing was working! Another tap on the door spurred Peter into action. He rolled out of the bed and grabbed for the thick, plush robe that lived on the back of the guest room door, wrapping and tying it securely around his slim frame.

“Coming!” He called out, before he opened the door and drank in the sight of his uncle, still pajama clad this late in the morning, soft plaid pants wrapped tight around the thickness of his thighs, henley shirt rucked up where Tony scratched idly at his abs with one hand. “H- hi!” Peter squeaked out, suddenly feeling shy.

Tony thankfully ignored his flaming face. “Good morning, kiddo! You should get ready, I’m going to get breakfast started. How do pancakes sound to you?”

“That sounds great!” Peter enthused. “Let me just change and I’ll be right out.”

“Okay Pete, but don’t take too long.” Tony directed fondly, before turning and walking down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Peter practically slammed the door and ran into the ensuite bathroom, eager to rid himself of his little problem. As it turned out, it really didn’t take him long at all.

Later that day, Tony declared it was time to teach Peter the secret family recipe. Peter watched with wide eyes as Tony’s calloused hands gracefully minced the onion and garlic. Why was he suddenly blushing? Were those butterflies flying around in his stomach?

“W- Wow, Uncle Tony,” Peter stammered, “you’re so good at chopping!”

“Thanks, Kiddo,” Tony said slowly, searching Peter’s reddened face as he spoke, “it comes from practice. You’ll be able to do this one day. Here, come over and let me show you.”

Tony pulled Peter over to stand in front of him at the counter and bracketed the boy in with his arms, leaning over him to show him the best way to handle a knife. Peter felt like he was melting, feeling his uncle’s beard brushing on the side of his cheek.

“You’re gonna hold the knife like this, and make sure to tuck your fingers under where you’re holding the onion. Now we’re just rocking the knife back and forth. Good boy, that’s exactly right.” Tony’s voice was low and intimate as he gently guided Peter through chopping the rest of the onion.

Peter was weak in the knees as he whispered, “Th- thanks, Uncle Tony.”

Tony took a step back and moved beside Peter, who was still standing frozen at the counter. He took the cutting board from Peter, scraping the contents into the pot to sizzle away merrily in the heated olive oil.

“Now,” Tony said, “we let this cook down, and then we’ll add the spices before the tomatoes.”

Peter could barely hear him over his own internal panicking. He was hard. He was so hard. Peter had no idea why or what to do or say. He was almost near tears and started to sniffle a bit.

Tony reached over to ruffle Peter’s hair. “Did the onions get you buddy? No shame in that, I tear up myself when cutting up a big batch. Here, why don’t you add the spices?”

Peter numbly reached for the spices they’d measured out earlier, careful to keep himself angled away from his uncle, and dumped them into the pot.

“Good boy!” Tony praised again.

Peter’s breath caught in his throat, and he coughed out his thanks, feeling his uncle’s shrewd eyes drilling into the side of his head.

“Peter…” Tony’s voice trailed off. “Come a little closer, I really want you to see what this looks like, so you’ll know when it’s time to add the tomatoes.” Tony reached his arm around Peter’s shoulders and pulled him close to his side. Peter had to suppress a whimper of fear and pleasure as they leaned over the pot together. “You see how the onions are getting transparent? That means they’re almost done. Now, give this a good whiff.”

The sharp smell of the onions and garlic had transformed into something rounder and delicious as they cooked, and Peter could smell the spices they’d added in the scent. “It smells amazing, Uncle Tony. Do we add the tomatoes now?”

“That’s right!” Tony sounded proud. “You’re catching on so quickly, Pete.”

Peter felt his blush deepen at his uncle’s words, and watched as he added the crushed tomatoes and stirred them in. “When will it be ready?”

“Well, it’s going to take at least a few hours of simmering first.” Tony paused and considered his next words. “We have to let the flavors come together. Sometimes Pete... Waiting makes things all the better. We’ll have it for dinner tonight.”

Peter was anxious to get some space to calm down. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” he announced.

“Okay, kiddo, you know where it is.”

Peter hustled his way into the bathroom, hoping against hope that his uncle couldn’t see how hard he was inside his jeans. He was so anxious to get away that he didn’t notice how Tony watched him go, with a calculating look on his face. Peter collapsed onto the lid of the toilet and took a deep breath, trying to soothe his nerves. What was wrong with him? It almost felt like the crush he’d had on the older girl down the hall last year, but he’d never gotten hard just by being around her. Peter paled at the realization.

“Oh my God, I have a monster crush on my uncle…” He whispered to himself. “I’m disgusting…”

Peter let the words settle in the room, sitting motionless on the toilet with his head in his hands, trying to cry as silently as possible. He tried to slow down his tears and breathing, but the reality of being a total pervert kept popping into his head, causing the tears to flood from his eyes again.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Tony’s inquiry came with a gentle knock on the door.

Hearing his uncle’s concern only made him cry harder.

“Shit,” Tony said from outside the bathroom. “Peter, I’m coming in, okay?” The door opened and Tony rushed to Peter’s side. He slid down onto his knees next to Peter. “Hey, Kiddo,” he said while brushing tears away from Peter’s cheeks, “what’s wrong?”

“You’re gonna hate me!” Peter sobbed.

“Oh bambino,” Tony soothed, “whatever it is, I could never hate you.”

Peter shook his head stubbornly as Tony pulled him into a bear hug.

“C’mon kid, talk to me,” Tony coaxed.

“Uncle Tony,” Peter cried out, “I- I- I can’t say it!”

Tony rocked Peter back and forth. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay… Is this about what happened in the kitchen?”

Peter’s head popped up in shock as he sobbed out, humiliation burning inside him. “You know? You know how I got... “ He continued in a small voice. “You know how I got… hard?”

“Oh, Petey. When I was your age a stiff breeze got me hard.” Tony laughed a little. “You can’t help it, any more than you can help needing to breathe. Is this all you’re upset about?”

“No, it was you!” Peter’s confession burst out of his chest. “It was because of you I got hard, and you’re going to hate me now that you know.”

Tony only hugged him tighter. “Shhh, it’s okay, bambino. Look at me, do I look like I’m mad or that I hate you?”

Peter looked in his uncle’s warm brown eyes. All he could find was love and concern beaming out in his direction. “N- no,” Peter sniffled, “you look like you love me.”

“That’s right, I love you so much. I could never ever hate you. Never never never.” Tony kept rocking Peter back and forth as he spoke, and running his fingers through Peter’s soft wavy hair. He waited until Peter’s sobbing stopped to continue. “Can you keep a secret, Pete? Just between us guys?”

“Y- yes.” Peter hiccoughed slightly as he answered.

“Sometimes Peter…” Tony confessed slowly, still carding his hand through Peter’s hair. “Sometimes you make me hard too.”

“I do?!” Peter blurted out in shock.

“You’re a very attractive young man, Peter…” Tony sounded a little jealous as he said, “I’m sure in a few years you’ll be fending people off with a stick.”

Peter was still processing that he could make a man like his uncle hard, or be attractive with his shrimpy little body.

“You can always come to me with anything, Pete,” Tony soothed, “even this.”

“Even this?” Peter was shocked. “You mean… I can come to you for help… For help if you make me hard?”

Tony chuckled. “That’s right, for anything, even if I make you hard, and you want me to help. All you have to do is ask.”

Peter was dazzled by the images that flooded into his head. Those competent hands wrapped around him, holding him close, maybe even kissing him. As the ideas came to him, suddenly his boner was back in full force. Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Tony’s genius perception quickly picked up on Peter’s squirming. “That offer is good now,” he offered with a smirk.

Peter gathered up all his courage to ask, “Uncle Tony, will you help me?”

“I’d be happy to, Pete!” Tony smiled proudly at his nephew.

Like a switch flicked, suddenly the mood in the bathroom changed from melancholy disbelief to sultry heat. Tony stood and hauled Peter up from his seat, making him squawk in surprise and instinctually wrap his legs around his uncle’s waist.

“There you go kiddo, just hang on.” Tony sounded perfectly normal, not even out of breath as he walked out of the bathroom with Peter held up in his arms. “This is hardly the place for the kind of help I’m going to give you.”

Peter’s head was spinning as he was carried through the penthouse toward his uncle’s bedroom. His hard-on was trapped against the solid wall of Tony’s abs and it took all his self control not to rut against him like a puppy. Peter leaned his head against Tony’s neck and nuzzled into him, smelling his woodsy musky cologne and underneath a delicious scent that was all Tony.

Tony shouldered the bedroom door open and quickly made his way across to the huge, custom made bed in the center of the room. He gently set Peter down on the bed, and crawled up on the bed himself before tugging Peter into his arms.

“Let’s talk for a sec, kiddo. Tell me what you want to happen here. Remember, all you have to do is ask me, and I’ll give it to you.”

If Peter wasn’t blushing already, he was now. “Will you kiss me? And touch me?”

Tony smiled and leaned in. “Of course. Let’s start with that kiss.”

Peter tilted his chin up hopefully and was rewarded by the gentle touch of his uncle’s lips. Peter moaned a little at how good it felt, and Tony responded by deepening the kiss, tracing his tongue across Peter’s lips and slipping it inside. Peter felt dizzy, he’d never been kissed at all before and the rush of desire he felt was intoxicating.

Tony licked at the inside of Peter’s mouth before drawing away to ask, “Doing okay, kiddo?”

Peter blinked in confusion, trying to clear his spinning head. “‘M good,” he said dopily.

“Good, good,” Tony cooed, “how do you feel about taking off our shirts?”

“It’s okay, sounds good to me,” Peter replied tentatively.

Tony helped Peter sit up on the edge of the bed, then pulled off both of their shirts. Peter gasped as he took in his uncle’s cut figure, reaching out with tentative hands to trace the hard muscles at his core, and gently stroke across his chest.

“Wow, Uncle Tony… Do you work out?”

Tony laughed. “I sure do, kiddo, I have a very well paid personal trainer who keeps me in shape.”

Peter looked down at his own soft and slim form. “Is it okay that I’m not like you?”

Tony reached out and caressed Peter’s arms and shoulders. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Pete.”

Peter gasped at the skin on skin contact as Tony gathered him onto his lap, brought their hips together, and kissed him deeply again. Peter grew bolder as the kiss went on, and twirled his tongue around Tony’s, participating eagerly. Unconsciously Peter’s hips started rocking back and forth, rubbing against his uncle’s answering hardness. Tony lowered his hands from Peter’s waist to grab at his perfectly round bubble butt, rocking him back and forth in a slow rhythm. Peter felt like the kiss went on for hours and lost himself in the grinding of their hips together. He could feel Tony’s hard on rubbing against his own, and moaned into the kiss as his dick leaked and twitched inside his jeans, rutting his hips more erratically against Tony’s.

Tony used his grip on Peter’s ass to slow their grinding down. “Hey there, champ, you getting close to the finish line already?”

Peter blushed and hid his face in Tony’s neck. “Sorry, Uncle Tony.”

“Oh baby, you don’t need to be sorry.” Tony kissed the top of Peter’s head. “It’s just that sometimes,” Tony purred, “it’s better to let it simmer.”

The butterflies in Peter’s stomach were back and flying around like crazy. “L- like the sauce?”

“That’s right.” Tony grinned wide. “Want me to show you?”

Peter whimpered, “Yes!” He wanted anything and everything Uncle Tony had to show him.

Tony moved them on the bed, making Peter sit on the edge while Tony knelt on the floor in front of him.

“Put your hands behind your back, Peter.” Tony’s voice was smooth and confident as he coaxed Peter into position.

The boy blinked owlishly before reaching his hands behind his back and locking one wrist in a tentative grip. “Like this?” Peter asked tentatively, leaning back naturally and displaying the tent in his jeans.

“Exactly right, that’s a good boy.” Tony cooed, just to watch his adorable nephew’s eyelashes flutter at the praise. “Now, tell me Petey, do you ever touch yourself? Maybe in the shower, or at night when you’re all alone in your room?”

Peter blushed scarlet thinking of how he touched himself this morning, and ducked his head. “Yes- yes, sometimes I do.”

“Good, good. I’m gonna touch you just like that, but you have to promise to tell me when you get close to finishing, okay?”

The promise sounded simple enough to Peter, so he nodded in agreement, still looking down at his lap nervously. Peter startled as Tony’s hand gently tipped up his chin, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Hey, kiddo, are you sure you want to do this?” Tony’s voice was gentle as he checked in with his nephew. “We can stop any time you want.”

“No!” Peter blurted out. “I want to keep going, I promise!”

Tony smiled and ruffled Peter’s hair. “Okay then, bambino, let’s get this show on the road.”

Tony rubbed both hands soothingly on Peter’s denim clad thighs, starting out light then increasing the pressure. Peter gasped as tingles trailed in the wake of his uncle’s hands.

“That feels nice,” Peter confessed.

Tony laughed. “I’m about to make you feel even nicer. Lift up a little for me.”

Peter obediently braced to lift his hips, letting Tony unbutton and slide the boy’s jeans down gently, leaving them in a puddle by the side of the bed. His throbbing cock slapped against the softness of his stomach, petite, flushed a delicate pink, and leaking at the tip.

“Um…” Peter started to curl in on himself before remembering to keep his hands behind his back.

“Doing okay, kiddo?” Tony asked.

Peter could feel his blush traveling from his face down his chest. “I just… I’ve never been naked like this with someone before.”

Tony gently stroked Peter’s cheek with one reverent hand, letting it trail down to his hairless chest. “You’re beautiful. Look how soft and pretty you are.”

“Th- thank you, Uncle Tony,” Peter squeaked out.

Tony reached out with his other hand and spanned across Peter’s chest, rubbing his hard nipples with practiced thumbs. Peter squirmed as he felt heat building in his stomach, tension already starting to coil behind where his dick stood proudly from between the apex of his thighs. His head fell back and his lips opened as a steady stream of gasps and moans fell out of his mouth. Tony tweaked Peter’s nipples, gently at first, then increased the pressure until Peter cried out.

“Does that feel good baby?” Tony cooed over Peter’s cries.

“Ah- ah- yes, yes it feels good.” Peter bit out, tension in his face as he processed the combination of pleasure and pain.

Tony released his grip on Peter’s pebbled nipples and flicked them back and forth a few times before running his hands greedily down Peter’s slim chest, gently exploring his nephew’s developing form. He skimmed the sparse patch of hair above Peter’s already needy dick, then traced over the sensitive patches of skin above his hips. Peter wiggled at the tickle-pleasure-giggle feeling as Tony moved back to Peter’s thighs, carefully bypassing his straining prick.

Peter’s patience was quickly running out. “Uncle Tony,” he panted, “aren’t you gonna touch me there?”

Tony laughed lightly. “Touch you where, bambino?” He slid his hands down to Peter’s delicate ankles and held them firmly grasped in his hands. “Here?”

“No!” Peter burst out before his voice lowered in embarrassment. “My- my dick. Aren’t you gonna touch my dick?”

“Hmm… You’re a greedy boy aren’t you?” Tony smiled a sharp grin. “Why don’t you try asking me nicely, Pete?”

“Oh!” Peter said, catching onto the rules of a game he’d never played before. “P- please, Uncle Tony, please touch my dick.”

“So polite,” Tony crooned, running his hands back up Peter’s sparsely furred legs toward his hardness.

Tony wrapped one hand around Peter’s erection, holding it firmly in his grasp. Peter’s hips bucked up into his uncle’s grip, chasing the friction and heat.

“Ah, hang on, kiddo,” Tony gently scolded, “let me do the work here. You just have to sit there and enjoy it. You remember the rule right?”

Peter nodded. “I hafta tell you when I’m close.”

“Good boy, that’s exactly right.” Tony practically purred.

Peter flushed again under the praise and shifted his hips restlessly where his length was still firmly wrapped in his uncle’s hand. Tony pumped his hand slowly, spreading the leaking precum down the boy’s shaft.

Peter gasped at the feeling of tight friction around his dick. Having someone else touch him felt so different from his own hand, like electricity pinging around his nerves. Peter’s stomach tensed and quivered as that coiling feeling built back up, up, up after only a few firm strokes.

“‘M close,” Peter slurred from his open mouth.

Tony chuckled. “Already, pretty boy? Hold off for me, for just one more minute.”

His uncle continued stroking firmly, watching Peter’s face tense and his jaw clench as he tried to be good and hold back from the edge.

“Unc’l Tony,” Peter whined, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna!”

Tony pulled his hand away from Peter’s prick at the last second, soaking up his whines and moans, watching his hardness twitch fruitlessly in the air.

Peter was already close to tears as his orgasm was cut off so suddenly.

“Shhh bambino, it’s okay. Just calm down a little for me, remember? We’re letting it simmer.”

Peter’s eyes were still screwed shut. He startled as Tony leaned forward and kissed him deeply, wrapping a hand around his throat and another in his hair, tilting Peter’s head to the perfect angle to ravish his mouth.

“Such a good boy,” Tony murmured against Peter’s lips, “you’re being so good for me. You just sit right here with your eyes closed and stay good.”

Peter could feel the air currents stir as Tony got up from his seat beside the bed and walked away. He was only gone a moment, and quickly returned to his seat. Peter heard an unfamiliar click then yelped as he felt cold liquid being dripped onto his throbbing dick.

Tony carded his fingers through Peter’s hair as he spoke. “There we go, we’re gonna make this even better for you, baby boy.”

“What- what was that?” gasped Peter, still reeling from the coldness against where he was running so hot.

“Just a lil slick, to make this easier on your pretty little pecker.” Tony punctuated his words by sliding a single finger around the sensitive head of Peter’s little cock, circling around over and over till Peter thought he might scream. “That feel good, Petey?”

“Yes,” Peter hissed, “it feels good!”

Tony smiled. “So responsive… I love that about you.”

Peter was on fire as his uncle lightly teased the tip of his leaking, needy dick. Tony was gently and inexorably drawing Peter back to the edge of ecstasy. His balls were drawing up already, hips shifting, trying not to buck up to get more contact.

“Uncle Tony, I’m- I’m close.”

Tony pulled his hand back and rubbed soothingly on Peter’s bare thighs. “That’s a good boy, thank you for telling me.”

Peter whimpered as the praise went straight to his head, his prick leaked more precum and twitched in the air untouched. He was crying for real now, tears of frustration leaking down his face.

Tony waited until the movements of Peter’s hips stopped and his core unclenched before reaching for the boy’s hairless balls and rolling them around gently in his sack. Peter gasped, he’d never paid much attention to this area when jerking off, and was unprepared for how sensitive they could be. He spread his legs a little wider to give Tony better access, and was rewarded by fingers pressing firmly against the sensitive skin below his balls.

“F- fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Peter cried out, the pressure coiling in his gut suddenly springing tighter, dick slapping untouched against his stomach as his hips bucked uncontrollably.

“Tssk, listen to that foul mouth,” Tony chided playfully, gently tugging Peter’s balls down from where they were rising up.

“Sorry, Uncle Tony,” Peter panted, “it just feels so good."

Tony kept the pressure on that sensitive patch of skin and rolled the palm of his hand around the weeping head of Peter’s cock. He slowly moved his hand to grip around Peter’s shaft before pumping slowly.

Peter was on fire, sweat prickling under his arms and behind his knees. He’d never waited so long to cum before and the tension was swirling through his body again, coiling in his gut, coalescing in a pool of heat attached to his throbbing cock. Peter’s head was thrown back, mouth wide open as he fought against moving his hips up into Tony’s grasp. He was entirely unprepared for the feeling of a hot tongue lapping at the slit of his dick.

“Ah! Close, close!” Peter sobbed.

Tony drew back and laughed. “You taste so good, Petey. I think I’ll have some more.”

Peter’s toes curled as his uncle suddenly swallowed Peter’s slim length down to the root, surrounding him in scorching liquid heat. He could feel Tony’s tongue pressing his dick against the roof of his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking hard.

“Fuck, fuck!” Peter screamed out. “Uncle Tony, stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

Peter looked down desperately at his uncle who didn’t seem to be stopping. Like Tony could feel his gaze, he peered up at Peter through long dark lashes, and winked, while still bobbing his head on Peter’s prick. His self control broke. Peter’s hands flew from behind his back and gripped at Tony’s hair in a futile attempt to ground himself against the waves of pleasure shooting through his young body. Tony let out a groan of surprise that vibrated around Peter’s dick, ratcheting the tension in Peter’s core to new heights.

Peter howled to the ceiling as a wave of lightning overtook his slim form, curling forward around Tony’s head as his hips moved up repeatedly into Tony’s hot mouth. White blanked out his vision and his body stiffened as he began to shoot spurts of hot cum into his uncle’s welcoming mouth. Tony swallowed down everything Peter had to offer, and kept sucking on Peter’s hardness even after his orgasm was complete, until Peter was flinching and sobbing and trying to get away from his mouth. Tony pulled off Peter’s dick with a wet pop, rubbing soothingly against Peter’s thighs and pressing sweet kisses to all the skin he could reach.

“Shh, that’s a good boy,” Tony cooed, “You’re so good for me, baby. You wanna keep being good?”

Peter was laid flat on the bed, knees still spread over the edge, panting in the aftermath with a spinning head. He raised back on his elbows to look at his uncle. Tony stood up as he spoke, and there was a huge, intimidating bulge right at eye level.

Peter gulped in nervous apprehension. “What- What do you want me to do.”

Tony dropped back down to his knees, caressing Peter’s legs. “Oh, baby, no, we don’t have to do anything else. You’re just so sexy, and you made me so hard. I can’t help but want you.”

Peter squirmed a little on the bed. “Well, it’s only fair, right?” He asked his uncle.

Tony grinned a little. “You’re right, it would be fair for you to help me.”

Peter gathered his courage and smiled back. “Will you help me?”

“Remember, Petey? I’ll always help you.”

Suddenly Peter felt silly for being so worried just moments before. “Okay, Uncle Tony, I want to help you too.”

“There’s my good boy.” Tony smiled up at Peter proudly. “You just have let me use your hands, just like you’d use them when you touch yourself.”

Tony unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. Peter gasped at the sight of his uncle’s cock. It was so much bigger than his, flushed a ruddy red, and springing from a nest of close cropped dark curls at the base. His balls were hanging heavily below the shaft, which poked straight up in the air. The tip glistened slightly with precum, and Peter felt his mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

Peter leaned forward and offered his hands to his uncle. Tony gently grasped them in his own and wrapped them around his hardness. Peter marveled at the feel of silk over steel, tightening his grip involuntarily as he felt the desperate throbbing in his uncle’s cock.

“Yes-” Tony hissed out, “that’s a good boy, Peter, you’re doing exactly right.”

Peter pumped his hands curiously, observing the heat on Tony’s face, listening to him moan low in his throat.

“Can you go a little faster, baby boy?”

Peter nodded eagerly and moved his hands up and down in a rapid rhythm. Tony was cursing under his breath as his hips bucked into Peter’s grip.

“Fuck kid,” he swore, “your little hands feel so good wrapped around me.”

Tony looked up at him, desperation all over his face. “Peter… Do you want to taste me like I tasted you?”

Peter mulled over the question in his mind, recalling how he felt somehow hungry at the first glimpse of his uncle’s cock. He quickly nodded, too shy to voice the words, and stopped his pumping to offer a hand.

Tony didn’t need the help. He quickly stood, pants still hanging around his thighs and pulled Peter forward on the bed in one smooth motion.

Peter stared at the cock pointing directly toward his mouth. He grabbed it with one hand, and flicked his tongue out to experimentally lick the flared head. Peter mused at the flavor of musk and slightly bitter precum before swirling his tongue around it, just like Uncle Tony had swirled his finger around Peter. Tony gasped, and his dick twitched up in Peter’s grasp. Peter smiled to himself and kept licking eagerly, loving the idea of returning pleasure to his uncle.

“Shit, shit, you’re such a good boy Petey. You’re doing such a good job licking. Can you put it in your mouth and suck? That’s all you have to do.”

Peter nodded around Tony’s straining cock, tasting more precum flowing from the tip as he did. He carefully wrapped his lips over his teeth, and popped the head of Tony’s dick in his mouth, feeling like the flared tip was taking up all the available space. Peter sucked cautiously around the intrusion before becoming more comfortable, and sucking harder. Tony reached down and started jerking his shaft roughly and with the ease of long practice, grunting deeply with every stroke.

“Oh fuck, here it comes. Fuck baby, you’re being so good.” Tony let out a long moan and pulled his cock out of Peter’s mouth with a low pop. “Just- just- shut your eyes and stay- right- there-”

Peter did as he was told, and could feel long, hot stripes of cum splashing across his face. He cautiously opened his eyes when they stopped, and saw his Uncle standing in front of him with flushed cheeks and a slowly softening cock.

“Aw, kiddo I got you so dirty, but you look so pretty.” Tony reached forward and traced the edge of one of the lines of cum with his thumb. “It’s a shame, but let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tony reached down and scooped Peter up for the second time that day to carry him into the bathroom. Tony set his nephew on the bathroom counter and dampened a soft cloth to erase the evidence of their help.

“You are so good bambino, you did such a good job for me.”

Peter squirmed under the gentle touches and wrinkled his nose as his uncle gently cleaned his face. “Uncle Tony…”

Tony lifted the cloth to look Peter in the eyes. “What is it Petey? Everything okay?”

“Can- Can we keep this a secret, just between us guys?”

Tony laughed and wrapped his arms around Peter, kissing the top of his mussed curls before he spoke. “Of course baby boy, what happens at Uncle Tony’s should stay at Uncle Tony’s.” Tony finished wiping Peter’s face and pressed a series of kisses across his clean skin. “There we go champ. Now, we have just enough time for a movie before we have to go get the pasta ready. What would you like to watch?”

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goindownshipping · 4 years

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Inappropriate use of Stark tech? 😏

Smile for the Camera

Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker (Starker, Starkercest)

Rating: Explicit (E) Rating due to brother/brother smut

Notes: Thank you @the-mad-starker for the suggestion for my first fill! This fills the “Inappropriate use of Stark tech” for @starkercestevent 😊

Warnings: NSFW, brother/brother smut, Tony and Peter are both of age and consenting.

Word count: 2k

Summary:

Tony quickly busied himself with repositioning the robots, as if that would solve Peter’s confusion. DUM-E was stationed at the right corner of the foot of the bed while U was on the left side of the bed. When he was done, Tony turned around and gestured to the new setup. After a moment, all the pieces clicked into place in Peter’s brain. Tony knew he’d figured it out when Peter’s entire face flushed pink all the way up to the tips of his ears.

Or, Tony enlists the help of DUM-E and U to film him and Peter in bed.

“Petey! I have a surprise for you!” Tony called as he entered their apartment.

“Just a sec, Tones!”

Tony could hear Peter’s voice coming from their bedroom, clearly preoccupied with something. He dropped his backpack at the front door and headed for the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to the plate of snacks on the counter. He had a mouthful of cheese and crackers when Peter finally came down the hall from their room, his hair clearly damp from a recent shower.

“You couldn’t have waited for me, gorgeous?” Tony smirked.

“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll need a second shower this evening,” Peter winked.

Tony snorted and made grabby hands for his boyfriend who just rolled his eyes and let himself be pulled in for a hug.

“How was your day, babe?” Tony asked against the soft skin of Peter’s neck.

“It was busy, but good. I finally made some progress on that formula with MJ. It would be nice to get that done before the weekend. Oh, mom and dad are coming this weekend, they wanted me to tell you.”

“Nooo,” Tony whined. “I had a surprise planned for this weekend.”

Peter craned his head back to take a look at Tony’s face. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips where they were pursed in a pout. “You’re cute when you pout, which is quite often.”

Tony didn’t budge, he just kept his lips pursed, inviting Peter to continue kissing him. Peter just laughed, knowing exactly what his brother was playing at. But Peter would never turn down an opportunity to shower Tony in kisses, and this was no exception. He leaned back in to press featherlight kisses all over Tony’s face, peppering his lips everywhere before finally capturing his lips again.

“You’re trying to distract me,” Tony mumbled.

“Is it working?” Peter pulled back with a knowing grin on his face.

“You know it, honey. Come help me get a couple things out of the car - I guess you’re getting your surprise early.”

Peter beamed, always eager for one of Tony’s surprises. Tony just shook his head with a smile, unable to contain his fondness for his brother and love, which was only part of the reason he was dreading a visit from their parents. But he still had time before their sudden arrival.

In the driveway, Tony opened the hatch of his SUV to reveal two familiar robots. Peter looked at Tony with confusion.

“Why’d you bring DUM-E and U home from the lab, Tones? I thought you needed them for your senior design exhibit?”

“One of the many perks of them being my robots. I can use them for whatever I want,” Tony said with a glint in his eye. “Now help me roll these inside.”

With that, Peter followed Tony back into their apartment. He took an immediate right turn once he was inside, assuming they’d be leaving the robots in their shared office and lab space. To his surprise, Tony made his way to their bedroom with his robot in tow.

“Tony? Do you want both of these back there?”

“Yep, bring U on down to join Butterfingers, here!”

Peter wheeled the robot down the hall and parked it next to DUM-E in their bedroom. He stared at Tony, awaiting an explanation for the robots that were apparently taking up residence in their room. Tony stayed silent, just watching Peter with a mischievously crooked smile.

“Am I missing something?” Peter asked.

“You know what I originally designed these guys for, right?”

“To record and keep track of your inventions at home.”

“Yep,” Tony said with an emphatically popped “p”.

“I’m still not sure why they’re here,” Peter gestured to their spacious bedroom.

After a moment, all the pieces clicked into place in Peter’s brain. Tony knew he’d figured it out when Peter’s entire face flushed pink all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“You still interested in that, Pete?” Tony asked quietly, stepping close to his flustered lover.

“I uh - yeah… I am,” Peter stammered.

Tony crowded into his space, walking Peter backward until he was pressed against the wall. Tony braced his forearms against the wall, his mouth coming to rest against Peter’s ear, hot breath coming out in pants against him.

“Yeah?” Tony husked. “You still wanna watch yourself get fucked by your big brother, Petey? Wanna see what I see every night baby?”

Peter could only nod, his brain couldn’t form any sounds besides the needy whimpers he was letting out without realizing it. Tony pressed a wet kiss to Peter’s neck and trailed his lips up to Peter’s ear.

“God Pete, you are so fucking hot. Can’t wait to watch us, baby,” he whispered.

“Tony,” Peter moaned.

Tony took a slight step back, creating just enough distance to lay his eyes on Peter.

“Good surprise?”

“The best.” Peter took a deep breath, trying to regain a bit of composure. He finally managed to open his eyes, he wasn’t sure when they’d closed and felt himself melt at the sight of Tony’s smile.

“Love you so much, Tones.”

“I love you too, Petey. Now, what’s for dinner?”

Peter just laughed and shook his head as he moved toward the kitchen, knowing Tony’s appetite was not something to be messed with.

A few days later found Peter and Tony frantically cleaning their apartment on a gloomy Friday night. Howard and Maria would be arriving the following morning and their home was certainly not up to the family standard of cleanliness. Not to mention, it was incredibly obvious that “Peter’s bedroom” hadn’t been touched since the last time their family visited a few months prior.

Peter and Tony had come to accept their mutual attraction in the 9th and 11th grades, respectively, but there were very few people in their lives that knew the real extent of their relationship. Two people to be exact, and that did not include their parents. When Peter decided to attend the same university as Tony, their parents were thrilled. They allowed Peter to live with Tony in an off-campus apartment even as a freshman when Peter practically begged them to let him live with his older brother.

He claimed it had everything to do with social anxiety and his nervousness around living with so many new people in the dorms. They obviously didn’t know the real reason the boys wanted to live together. Now, halfway through their sophomore and senior years, Peter and Tony lived an incredibly domestic life together. They learned even more about each other and fell more in love while experiencing so much life together. They wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.

However, Howard and Maria visiting always threw a wrench in things. Tony was busy decluttering the living room and organizing the kitchen while Peter stashed his belongings back in the extra bedroom. He hated it, but he knew there was no way they could spin it if their parents found all of his stuff in Tony’s room.

“You almost done, Tones? I just finished my last bit,” Peter called. As he stepped back into their bedroom he laid eyes on DUM-E and U and realized they’d need to be moved as well. “Actually, Tony can you come help me move these robots to the office?”

Peter heard Tony’s footsteps coming down the hall and he grabbed U to pass off to Tony.

“Nope, we’re using those tonight, Pete.”

Peter choked on his breath. “Tonight?”

“Mhm, tonight, honey. You done with everything else?” Tony asked quietly.

“Y-yeah, I think I got everything,” Peter nodded, his eyes flitting between the robots and Tony.

Tony stepped into Peter’s space and wrapped him into a tight embrace. “Relax, honey. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I know nights like this can be hard,” Tony trailed off. He knew how much they both hated the prospect of hiding themselves from their parents and he needed to be strong for Peter.

Peter shook his head, “No, I want to, babe.”

“You sure?” Tony pulled back to hold Peter’s gaze, making sure his younger brother wasn’t lying to him.

“I’m sure, Tony. I’ll tell you if that changes, promise.”

Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “I love you. Now you get comfy on the bed and I’ll get these going,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” Peter murmured dreamily before taking a step away.

What felt like hours later, Peter was laid out in bed, completely boneless and out of control of the sounds coming from him. Tony had taken his sweet time taking him apart bit by bit, making sure they really put on a show for the cameras. Peter tried not to pay attention to the robots and cameras hovering next to the bed, but it turned him on even more to look straight into the camera, knowing he and Tony would be watching this back.

“Oh god, Pete, so good baby,” Tony moaned. His thrusts were slow and deep in an effort to drag out their pleasure just a bit longer. He was propped up on his elbows above Peter, his eyes trained on his boyfriend’s blissed out face.

Peter’s stomach was covered in evidence of two (maybe three, he’d lost count) orgasms and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge of another. He groaned at the hot coil building in his stomach, his cock getting harder with every punch to his prostate.

“Tony, babe, so close.”

“Yeah, baby, you gonna come for me again? Gonna come on my cock?”

The words went straight to Peter’s dick, and he could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure just on the precipice of exploding. He just needed-

“Come for me Peter, come for your big brother,” Tony groaned in Peter’s ear.

“Oh fuck! Tony!” Icy hot pleasure ran through his veins, his climax overtaking any and all awareness he had left. His cocked jumped and dribbled out the last bit of come he had left, but the waves of pleasure were tinged with pain as his orgasm ran him dry.

Tony groaned at the way Peter’s hole clenched even tighter around him. “Fuck baby, that’s so good. Fuck, I’m gonna come, Pete!”

Tony pulled out of Peter’s hole, desperate to see his own come mix with the mess Peter had already made on his stomach. His orgasm ripped through him after hours of holding off and focusing on Peter’s pleasure.

“Mmm yes, Tony. Want it all over me,” Peter slurred, noticing Tony’s plan.

“Oh god, yes baby, all over you.”

With that, Peter felt Tony’s warmth explode across his abdomen, some spurting up his chest and even streaking up to his chin. He stuck out his tongue, trying to get a taste of it, but pouted when he couldn’t quite reach it.

“Damn, Pete, you’re a vision,” Tony mumbled as he ran his fingers through the come on Peter’s chin and brought it up to Peter’s open lips. It was obscene the way Peter sucked on Tony’s fingers, his eyes fixed on him, knowing exactly what he looked like.

“Good boy,” Tony murmured, before pulling away to grab a warm cloth to clean them up.

Peter whined at the loss, but quickly quieted down when Tony returned. Peter leaned into the touch, relishing the gentleness between them. Tony pressed kisses over every inch of Peter he could reach as he ran the cloth across his chest and stomach, then down between his thighs to make sure he wouldn’t be uncomfortable sleeping.

“Get comfy my love. I’m just gonna move these guys back to the office,” Tony whispered.

“Mkay,” Peter replied, already half asleep.

Tony just chuckled fondly as he managed to grab both robots and their cameras. Once they were situated in the office, he pulled up his network.

“J, download files to my private server.”

“Right away, sir.”

As Tony made his way back to their room, he stuck his head in the spare bedroom and frowned at all of Peter’s belongings. They looked so out of place by themselves; Tony much preferred to see them intermingled with his own. He shook his head knowing there was nothing to be done, it would gratefully just be a few days this time, then they’d be back to normal.

He climbed in bed and Peter immediately clung to him like a koala. Tony smiled down at the boy and wrapped him in a tight hug, content to just hold his boy as he slept.

“Thank you, Tones,” Peter whispered.

“Nu-uh, thank you, honey. That was amazing.”

Peter tilted his chin up to look at Tony. “I love you lots, babe.”

“I love you back, Petey. Now get some sleep, my love.”

Peter nodded and drifted off to sleep. Tony wasn’t far behind him, for once not worrying about the following day, just thinking about the man in his arms. And the obscene footage currently downloading down the hall. But that was a thought for another day.

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Please stay by my side

Summary: Peter is afraid that his Daddy is sick of him.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 6th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 6th story: Line Prompt * “Is this what you wanted?” (Bingo board at the end of the post). Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it.

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Peter had a bad day, no, a bad week, actually. He was stressed out because he had worked on a term paper last month, and it had gotten out of hand. He had been counting the days until it was over, hoping to spend more time with his Daddy afterward, but once the term paper was submitted, his Alpha had been busy preparing for an upcoming business trip. So he had stayed at home, hoping every night that his Daddy would be home before midnight. He never was, and with each day that passed, his mood grew worse.

Suddenly, Peter started to doubt everything. What if his Daddy didn’t want him anymore? What if he was getting tired of Peter? Or even worse, what if he couldn’t deal with the media picking on their relationship anymore? Rationally, he knew the doubts were nonsense. It had been his Daddy who wanted to go public, his Daddy had wanted to show him off, but the longer they were apart, the worse Peter felt.

On a particularly bad day, he decided to call Bucky. After Tony’s birthday, they had kept in touch, and although they had just started spending time together a few weeks ago, Bucky was already one of his closest friends.

“Can you come over?” Peter had sobbed on the phone, and since Bucky had nothing to do, he was over in less than fifteen minutes.

“Hey, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Bucky took one look at him, sat down at his side and gave him a big hug. Peter sniffled, clutching Bucky’s shirt and burying his face in the soft fabric.

“I-it’s nothing, I swear,” Peter hiccupped, his voice small and pathetic.

Bucky stroked his hair, patiently waiting until he had calmed down a bit before he started to question him again. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just…, he’s so busy,” Pete complained, his voice shaking. “He’s Tony Stark, powerful, handsome and rich, one of the most eligible Alphas in the entire country and I’m just me. What if he gets tired of me one day?” He started to sob harder, tears were running down his cheeks and he felt Bucky's shirt getting wet, but thankfully the other Omega didn’t complain.

“Hey, hey, shhh, sweetie. Calm down.” Bucky smiled at him reassuringly, his hands patting his back as if he was a child. “If I can promise you one thing, it’s that your Daddy is gone for you, baby. He can’t keep his hands off you, hell, he almost started fucking you in front of everyone at the Stark Charity Gala. You should have read the news the day after the event. They were all saying how feral he got when Senator Pierce tried to touch you. Just because he’s a little busy right now doesn’t mean he’s sick of you.”

Peter stared at him, his innocent brown eyes opened wide and a hopeful expression started to blossom on his face. “You think so?”

Bucky laughed loudly and squeezed his shoulder. “Yes, dead certain, sweetie. But if you want more of his time, you can always tease him till he snaps.”

Peter sat up straight, a mischievous smile on his face. “Any suggestions, Buck?”

The other Omega grinned as well. “I thought you’d never ask.” Half an hour later they left the apartment with a detailed plan in their heads.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea, Buck? What if the timing is bad?” Peter couldn’t stop the doubts that were slowly coming back to the surface. He opened the door of his apartment, already thinking about returning his purchases.

“Oh, Pete. Don’t worry too much. He’s going to jump you tonight, I promise.” Bucky gave him an encouraging smile and took the shopping bag out of his hand. “Let’s just take one picture, we can still delete it afterward, okay?”

Peter sighed but gave in. Bucky wouldn’t be convinced otherwise anyway, so he might even try it. He watched how his friend pulled out the clothes they had picked out together, and they piled on the bed. It took him a second to overcome his insecurities, but eventually, he changed into the new clothes.

Bucky had persuaded him to buy an outfit similar to one he had once worn for Steve. They had chosen light blue panties and a matching short skirt that barely even covered his butt. His whole thighs were on display and it would reveal everything if he moved wrong once. His legs were covered with white thigh-high stockings, which Bucky had convinced him to wear because they made him look innocent, and according to Bucky, his Alpha had a weakness for him looking bashful and innocent. To complete the look, Bucky had forced him to buy a lacy white crop top and a light-blue choker with ‘Daddy’s boy’ written on it.

Peter felt insecure. He liked the outfit, liked that it made him feel soft and delicate, but he was afraid his Daddy would hate it. Or worse, think that Peter was too obtrusive. He thought for a moment about throwing Bucky out and hiding the outfit in the back of his closet forever. Maybe his Daddy would pay him attention anyway, or maybe it might even be too late. But Bucky seemed to sense his inner struggle, nudging him to get onto the bed while he pulled out Peter’s phone.

“Sit with your back to me,” Bucky instructed as he unlocked the phone. “Spread your legs a little and lean forward. Not too much, we only need to show Tony an inch of the panties sticking out.” Peter was so used to following orders that he didn’t question them. He didn’t even protest when Bucky came closer and pushed up his skirt to reveal more skin. It felt good to just be, thinking about nothing but looking good for his Daddy.

“Now look over your shoulder, sweetie.” Peter obeyed, blushing a little from the attention. “Just like that Pete, it’s cute. Stay still.” Bucky took a couple of pictures while Peter was frozen in his spot. “Turn around Peter, lie on your back. Put your arms above your head and stretch a little.”

The new pose made his top slide even higher until it was barely covering his nipples. Bucky pushed up the skirt as well and the pose made him feel even more exposed than the last one. “Now spread your legs, sweetie. Just a little. Make it look natural.” Peter hurried to obey, and Bucky took another row of pictures.

“You look beautiful in them, baby.” Bucky whistled loudly, and Peter flushed violently in response. He wasn’t used to getting compliments and still couldn’t believe Bucky that the pictures turned out great.

However, the other Omega showed him the phone and Peter was burning in shame. He couldn’t deny that he looked good, he definitely did, but he had never seen himself like this before. The only word that described him was ‘slutty’. His skirt was barely covering anything, his panties and the curves of his ass were on display. He was flushed all over, almost as if he’d had sex minutes ago and the choker showed how desperately he wanted to be claimed by his Daddy.

The pictures were indecent, and definitely nothing he could send his Daddy while he was at work. “I don’t think I’m comfortable sending them, Buck.” He was scared, just wanting his Daddy to pay attention to him.

Bucky gave him a dirty look, a mischievous grin on his face that didn’t bode well. “That’s too bad, sweetie because I already sent them.”

Oh god, no. He wanted to curl up and die.

~*~

Peter was overly aware of the sound of the opening door when his Daddy came home. He was several hours earlier than usual, but Peter had still been anxious all day. Sending the pictures to his Daddy had been a mistake and now he would have to pay the price. He could already imagine how embarrassing the evening would be.

Peter was still wearing the skirt because Bucky, the traitor, had sent himself one of the outtake pictures where Peter’s entire ass had been on display. He had threatened to send it to Tony as well, in case Peter had the idea to change out of the clothes before his Alpha came home. So he had spent the entire evening in a revealing outfit, scared his Daddy would be disgusted.

“Peter, come here,” His Daddy’s voice was firm, and Peter flinched. He wanted to hide, wanted to turn back time, but he couldn’t disobey his Alpha. Reluctantly, he tiptoed to the living room, hands clasped the too-short skirt, trying unsuccessfully to pull the fabric down.

His Alpha was standing in the middle of the living room, looking powerful and handsome, and Peter felt like a little child that was called to the principle. He did his best to avoid his Daddy’s eyes, more interested in observing the floor.

“Baby, what was that?” Tony asked and pulled out his phone, showing Peter one of the pictures. His expression was neutral, but a small twitch on his forehead showed the Omega that he was holding back.

Fear spread in Peter’s stomach; an ugly feeling that made him want to cry. He knew he had fucked up, he had been too obtrusive, too demanding, and now his Alpha was angry at him, rightly so. “Daddy, I’m so sorry.” Peter started sobbing. “I didn’t want to pressure you, I swear. It was just- Bucky said you might like to see me like this, and he sent it before I could stop him.”

Abruptly, Tony relaxed, all the tension falling from his shoulders. “You said Bucky?” He dug deeper. “Bucky as in ‘Steve’s Omega Bucky’?”

“Yes,” Peter answered crestfallen. “He convinced me to buy the outfit and took the pictures. I’m so sorry, Daddy.” He sobbed harder, afraid his Daddy would reject him.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer against a muscular chest. He was surrounded by his Daddy’s scent, strong arms keeping him upright and his body relaxed unconsciously. Peter snuggled closer to the warm chest, breathing in the musky Alpha scent and he was savoring the feeling as much as he could. If this was the last hug he would ever get, he could at least enjoy it.

“Shh, baby.” The Alpha cooed, his hands buried in Peter’s curls. “I’m not mad at you.”

Peter raised his head; his eyes widen as he stared at his Daddy. “You’re not?”

“No baby, I’m not,” Tony assured him and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I was jealous, baby. You can’t imagine how turned on I was when I saw the picture. Fuck, the outfit looks amazing, you look amazing. But someone else took the picture and I was jealous. I know I haven’t had much time for you, and I didn’t want to neglect you, sweetheart. I’m just glad that another Omega took the pictures. Do you understand, baby? You are mine.”

Peter smiled carefully at his Daddy, and he allowed himself to feel relieved. His Daddy hadn’t been mad, just a little jealous. He loved the possessive nature, loved that the thought had bothered his Alpha and suddenly confidence was filling his body.

“So you like what you see?” Peter asked bashfully, lowering his eyes to make an even more innocent picture.

The Alpha groaned, one hand wandering lower and slipping under the skirt until it was cupping his ass. Peter whimpered slightly, pressing himself closer against his Daddy and enjoying the Alpha’s attention. “Sweetheart, you can’t imagine what you’ve done to me.” His voice was deep, almost a growl and Peter shivered from the possessiveness. “I was sitting in a meeting with our Canadian customers when I got the pictures. I wanted to come home and fuck you, just as much as I wanted to rip the photographer’s throat out.”

“Daddy, please.” Peter whimpered and he started to rub himself against the Alpha. All his worries, all the pent-up energy was coming out, released in the form of overwhelming arousal. He knew his body was already slickening up and he could think about nothing but his Daddy’s thick knot inside of him. It had been too long.

His Alpha grabbed his hips, stopped his movements and Peter wailed. He was desperate, wanted to be reminded that he belonged to his Daddy, preferable split open on his Daddy’s cock. But the Alpha ignored his plea, capturing his lips instead and thrusting his tongue in Peter’s mouth. There was no technique, no finesse, just raw hunger, and his Daddy’s tongue that was controlling every inch of his mouth. Far too soon, the Alpha pulled back.

“Daddy,” Peter whimpered, his innocent gaze fixed on his Daddy while his lips were shining with spit. “Can you fuck me, please?”

The chuckle of his Alpha that followed his words was deep, a little mean even, and a wave of want lit up every cell in his body. He loved this, loved when his Alpha took control, and although he already knew that his Daddy would refuse his request, his body was still burning up.

“Have you earned it, baby?” The Alpha asked rhetorically. “Sending me filthy pictures at work, making me want to fuck you in my office. Is that what you wanted, Pete? That I'd lose control until I would drop everything for you and fuck you the way you need? Are you a little slut for me?”

Peter whimpered, his eyes rolling back as he tried to find friction against his cock, but the tight grab of his Daddy was too strong, preventing him from taking what he wanted. “Please, Daddy. I need your cock in my cunt. Please.”

The Alpha growled feral and pushed him back, letting Peter stumble across the room while he took a seat on the couch. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, already fully hard and leaking with precome. “Get on your knees, baby.” His voice left no room to argue. “Crawl to me and suck my cock. Show me how badly you need me, show me that you’ll work for it. Such a slutty little girl, the skirt doesn’t hide anything. Come closer and earn my knot.”

Peter moaned; a loud sound that was echoing across the entire room. He sank to his knees, partly because of the command, but his knees felt so weak all of a sudden that he couldn’t stand upright anyway. He hadn’t thought that being called a good girl would turn him on, but his Daddy had proved him wrong. He wanted to be a slutty little girl for his Daddy. Wanted to wear skirts and stockings as long as it was enough to make the Alpha lose control.

He crawled closer to his Daddy, his back arched and his ass pushed high in the air. He felt that his skirt slid lower, revealing more and more of his panties until he wasn’t even covered anymore. His Daddy’s gaze was fixed on his ass, hungry eyes that showed how aroused the Alpha was.

“Baby, gimme your panties.” The Alpha commanded. “Keep everything else on but give them to me.”

Peter whimpered and obeyed, stripping them off and giving them to his Daddy. He sat between his Alpha’s spread legs, his weight shifted onto his thighs and his back still arched. He knew that his skirt had ridden up, and although he had stopped crawling, it was still high enough that the curve of his ass was on display.

“You look like a fucking dream, baby,” Tony growled, hooking one finger in his choker, which declared him his Daddy’s property. “Come on, be a good girl, and make yourself useful.”

Peter leaned closer eagerly, his face pressed against his Daddy’s crotch as he inhaled the strong scent. He felt calm all of a sudden, balanced, as if he had a purpose in life. He could be good for his Daddy, the best Omega for this perfect speciesism of an Alpha. He placed chaste kisses on the Alpha’s cock, worshipping it like his Daddy deserved. He would show him that he could work for it, that he could earn the thick cock in his cunt.

Slick was running down his thighs, no fabric stopped it from dripping onto the floor and the thought made Peter bask in pride. He would always be ready, always slick and open for his Alpha.

“Baby, don’t tease,” Tony said, a slight warning in his voice. “Open up and take it, choke on it, work for it, sweet girl.”

Peter moaned in response, opening his mouth and taking the thick flesh inside. It tasted incredible. Salty and clean, a little bit like his Daddy’s come and he was addicted right away. He swirled his tongue around the cock, licking up the precome as if he was starving, and the smell of his Daddy made him dizzy with arousal, his mind blissfully empty again.

“God, baby. Look at you.” Tony cooed; his hands buried in Peter’s hair. “One lick and you’re cockstupid again. You are the perfect Omega, born to suck cock. Tell Daddy how much you love it, sweet girl.”

He whined, the vibrations tingled along the flesh and he could feel his Alpha’s cock twitching in response. He couldn’t speak, unwilling to pull back even a little, so he tried to nod and took his Daddy deeper to show him how much he liked it. Luckily, Tony understood. “God, baby, you need it bad, don’t you? Can’t even pull back for a second to answer my question.”

Peter confirmed the statement by taking his Alpha deeper, opening up until he could take his Daddy all the way inside. He was choking on the cock, his throat spasming and milking his Alpha while tears were spilling from his eyes. He loved the feeling, loved how helpless his Daddy was leaving him, and when the Alpha pressed his face ever deeper against his crotch, Peter started to tremble. His legs remained dutifully spread, although he wanted to close his thighs to get friction against his empty hole, but his Alpha hadn’t allowed it.

Tony tightened the grip in his hair, pulling his head back until he was forced to let go of his Daddy’s cock. He whimpered, suddenly feeling too empty and he tried to look pitiful to convince the Alpha to give it back.

“None of that.” His Daddy threatened and pulled him up until he was sitting on his lap. Slick was spread everywhere, and Peter started to wiggle on Tony’s thighs, trying to get friction against his hole. “Baby, don’t act up.” The voice was firmer now, less gentle and Peter wailed, struggling to keep his hips still. He was desperate, needing his Daddy’s knot so badly, and it felt he hadn’t had the chance to bounce on it for ages.

Tony wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed him close against his chest, making it hard for him to move. Peter moaned, forced to endure the sweet agony, and he could feel his Daddy’s bare cock bumping against his hole. One movement of his hips at the right angle and Peter could be exactly where he wanted to be, but the Alpha used his strength to keep him still.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Tony whispered in his ear, while a hand was wandering lower on his back, slipping under the hem of his skirt. As soon as his Daddy’s fingers made contact with his bare skin, Peter sighed, falling limp against his Alpha’s chest. He just had to take it, he wanted to take it. “I want to dress you like this every day, sweet girl. A short skirt I can push aside any second, cute little stockings and a choker that tells everyone that you’re mine. Would you like that, baby? You wouldn’t even need panties.”

At the same time, his Daddy’s hand had wandered between his cheeks and a finger entered him surprisingly in one thrust. Peter moaned loudly, trying to bounce on the finger, to stretch himself, but the Alpha didn’t let him. One finger wasn’t enough, was never enough, because only his Daddy’s thick knot could satisfy the burning need in his body. At least, Tony gave him a second finger right away.

His Daddy started to finger him, thrusting in and out of his wet hole and spreading them to make him ready for his Alpha. Pleasure was buzzing through his body with every stroke, switching off all coherent thoughts and nothing existed anymore, nothing but his Daddy and the pleasure he could bring him if Peter only obeyed.

“Have I been neglecting you, sweet girl?” Tony teased; his finger twisted and made obscene noises caused by the huge amount of slick. “Your cunt is so wet, arching for me to fill it up. You’re leaking all over me, baby, ruining my pants and tempting me. Tell me, how badly do you want me, my little slut.”

“D-Daddy!” Peter was sobbing by now, sensations were crashing over his body and leaving him a whimpering, desperate mess. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed more. So much more. “D-daddy, please. G-gimme your knot. I-I’m your sweet girl, your little slut, anything you want. Just p-please.” His voice broke in the end, words too hard to find and he gave up. Every muscle of his body was working in overdrive, it had been too long since he had been split open on his Daddy’s cock. Their clothes were ruined, traces of slick were coating his skirt and the stockings were sticky with his Daddy’s precome.

“All right, baby.” His Daddy finally decided, giving him a hard smack on the ass that made the Omega whimper in arousal. “Take a seat, but don’t you dare move. I wanna carry you to the bedroom first. A sweet girl like you deserves to get fucked on a bed, even if you act like a little slut.”

Peter whimpered eagerly and shifted his weight, trying to split himself open on his Daddy’s cock. He struggled, couldn’t really get the angle right until finally the Alpha showed mercy and pressed it against his hole. Peter impaled himself in one go.

It felt like coming home. The familiar weight was stretching his walls, giving them something to clench around, and the Omega started to calm down. It was the reassurance he needed, proof that he belonged to his Daddy, that he was owned by his Daddy. His whole body was singing in arousal, his mind was empty and he could just be. He forgot how insecure he had been about wearing the skirt, how afraid of his Daddy’s rejection. He didn’t care that the media was talking about their inappropriate relationship for weeks, the only important thing was his Alpha’s knot inside of him.

Peter wrapped his legs around his Daddy’s waist as the Alpha stood up, and he clung to him as if his life depended on the other man. With every step Tony took, the cock in his hole moved and bumped against his prostate. It was torture, so good, so thick, but not enough. He fought against the urge to move, to bounce, trying to remember that he had promised his Daddy to be good.

Finally, they arrived in the bedroom and Tony laid him on his back without once leaving the slick heat. “Don’t worry, baby.” The Alpha whispered in his ear while he was pushing up the skirt a little bit. “I know your sweet little cunt can’t stand to be empty now. Daddy will fill you up, will give you his seed and breed you, just like my needy girl needs.”

Peter whimpered approvingly and spread his legs further, pulling them against his chest until he gave his Daddy the perfect view of his hole. He didn’t even need to be asked, he already knew what his Daddy wanted to see, how his Daddy wanted to take him.

“So good for me, little girl.” Tony cooed, his gaze fixed between Peter’s legs. “Come on, baby, spread your cheeks, show Daddy what he’s working with.”

The Omega blushed but didn’t hesitate, savoring the humiliation that didn’t diminish, no matter how often the Alpha ordered him to present. His hands wandered to his ass, spreading his cheeks and baring himself for his Alpha’s view. The knowledge of being vulnerable, of being open for his Daddy’s gaze was overwhelming and Peter couldn’t suppress a small twitch if his hips. Thankfully, the Alpha didn’t mind.

Tony started to move his hips, thrusting in and out of Peter’s body at a maddeningly slow pace. He was brushing against his prostate with every stroke, his hands fixating the Omega under him. Peter couldn’t take it. He started to cry, his body wanted to twitch, wanted to pull back or push closer to the other man, but he couldn’t, he was forced to hold still. Pleasure was washing over him, keeping him high and needy, but not enough to push him over the edge.

“Please, Daddy. More, please.” Peter started to beg, whimpering and crying, trying to coax his Daddy into fucking him properly. His eyes were rolling back and black spots started to blur his vision, his body on the verge of shutting down.

“So beautiful, baby.” Tony’s teasing voice had turned softer, almost affectionately, and he pressed kisses on Peter’s neck and jaw, everything he could reach. “I love you, sweet girl. Everything about you. Never think I’m not totally gone for you, okay?”

Peter nodded and sobbed, uncertain if the tears came from the maddening sensations or the loving words. His Daddy wanted him, always, even if every other Omega in the world would try to hit on him. The thought made him feel warm inside, special and cared for. He would do anything to keep his Daddy, would be the best Omega in the entire world, and as soon as his Daddy was ready, he would accept his mark.

Slowly, the Alpha started to increase the rhythm, his thrusts became faster and harder, pounding Peter like he craved, like he needed. Obscene sounds were echoing across the room, his slick emphasizing the smacks when his Daddy’s pelvis thrust against his ass. Tony’s cock was impossibly deep, splitting him open and rearranging his guts until everything inside of Peter seemed to be captured by his Daddy.

An emotional mixture of love and want was exploding in his body, spreading into each of his cells and leaving Peter burning with arousal. His orgasm washed over him like the tide, flooding every inch of him, and it left him high and buzzing. He sobbed, not noticing that he was screaming his father's name, that he begged his for Alpha to claim him, to turn him into his Omega properly. He didn’t even notice anymore that his Daddy was coming, too. The only thought that got through the fog in his mind was that his Alpha had finally knotted him, claimed and bred him, marking him properly as his Daddy’s Omega.

Come was sloshing in his hole and when he finally calmed down, he felt that his Daddy’s weight was pressing him against the mattress, preventing him from twisting too much. Slowly, his brain was turned back on again and he realized that his Daddy was talking to him.

“Shh, baby, sweet girl, relax. I’m going to claim you one day, make it official for everyone to see, but you have to be a little more patient. I don’t want you to regret it. Make sure you can deal with the media before I tie you to me forever.”

Peter whimpered and pressed his body closer to his Daddy’s bulky frame. “Would never regret it." He slurred, a satisfied smile on his face. “Luv you, Daddy. Always.”

His Alpha was tuning them around, pulling Peter on his chest and he was desperately clinging to the Omega. “Baby, I couldn’t bear to lose you. I’m sorry I neglected you. Please, stay with me.”

Peter froze, his Daddy was never emotional, never afraid of anything. But here they were, lying together in bed and the Alpha was clinging to him like he was gonna break if Peter decided to leave him. “Daddy, I’ll always want you. I’m ready, you can claim me.”

Tony gave him a gentle smile and pressed his lips to his forehead. “Soon, baby. I promise. Give me a few more months. If you’re still sure then, I will claim you properly.”

Peter grinned broadly, already imagining how it would feel like to officially be his Daddy’s Omega. “I’m already yours, Daddy, and I can’t wait to make it permanent.” His Daddy pulled him closer and kissed him in response.

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starkly · 4 years

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Author: Starkly

Title: You're Sick

Word Count: 389

Major Tags: sickfic, fluff

Summary: Tony's sick, his son Peter looks after him.

I am not a confident writer and also it is 3am pls forgive any issues

"Friday, open please."

Peter entered the bedroom to see the bed unmade, tissues strewn across the floor, and his father, Tony Stark, attempting to climb out the window, the lower parts of his armor already surrounding his legs.

"No! Back to- Oh thanks Friday," Peter's momentary surpise not overriding his need to be kind to their AI. "Back to bed. Right now."

Tony looked sheepish as he ducked his head under the window and back inside. "I was just in the mood for some fresh air."

"You need to stay here and keep warm." Peter replied, placing down a tray he had brought with him onto the bedside table.

"I need to do something other than sit here all day. I'm fine!"

"You're sick!"

"Not that badly! It's just a flu!"

Peter sighed. "Dad..."

Tony stared at his son before sighing too, and walking to the bed. "You know I can't say no to that face."

Peter perked up, grabbing a bowl from his tray and crawlingno to the bed as Tony shuffled under the covers. "I made you soup!"

Tony looked up, "You didn't have to do that, baby."

"I wanted to!"

"It's not how it should be," Tony began, accepting the soup from Peter and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek in thanks. "I'm the dad here. I'm supposed to be the one looking after you when you're sick." Tony sniffled.

Peter grinned. "Well I'm an enhansed person with super healing, and you're an old man-" Tony made a sound of offense. "With a hole in his chest, so. Not the best immune system. Looks like this is just the way it's gotta be." He titled his head and grinned.

Tony smiled back. He raised his arm towards peter. "Come here."

Peter snuggled under his arm, hand resting over the arc reactor. Tony bent down and kissed him on the hair. The forehead. And as Peter tilted his head upwards: his lips. They grinned as they seperated.

Tony slowly ate his soup, slurping when not busy talking. "It is good you don't get sick."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Because if I'm not allowed to leave this bed neither are you. Get ready for lots of kisses and some good fuckings. Well. Kisses now. And fuckings when I feel more like I could move without throwing up."

#Starkercestbingo2020 #Fic #Mine #Starker #Starkercest #Fluff #my writing #starklyfic

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crystallinecrimsonmoth · 4 years

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I have created a plan for each and every square on my bingo card. Today, “Pinned Down” has been written and uploaded to Ao3! Please enjoy and leave a comment if you like it ^^

#starkercestbingo2020 #starker #peter x tony #bingo #ao3

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Daddy

Summary: Peter made the perfect present for his Daddy’s birthday.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 5th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 5th story: Sex Tapes (Bingo board at the end of the post). Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it.

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After the disaster at the annual Stark Charity Event, Peter and his Daddy had only grown closer. The Alpha had been even more possessive, even more attentive, and even more loving, anticipating every wish Peter could possibly have before he had the chance to express it. He was in heaven; the focus of his Daddy was only on him, and that made his stomach bubble with happiness. Not only was his Daddy good in bed, but he was also the best Alpha to take care of him.

Their life had become pretty domestic, his Daddy spent most of the time working and fucking Peter, while Peter was studying, meeting his friend and getting fucked by his Daddy. Never before had he felt so content, so balanced, and he blossomed under his Daddy’s attention, his grades were getting even better.

There was only one thing Peter was constantly thinking about. His Daddy’s birthday was in a week and he wanted to find the perfect present for him. But what could he give a man who had enough money to buy everything he could ever want? Slowly, Peter became desperate. There was no material thing in the world, Tony Stark couldn’t buy.

The closer the birthday came, the more nervous Peter got. He only had three days left. Three days to find the best present for his Daddy, to show how much Peter loved him, how much he wanted to be owned by him. He wanted to find a present that showed precisely that he was his Daddy’s property, and with each day that passed, Peter became more and more restless.

Finally, he decided to call Bucky. He was the only bonded Omega he knew, and he was too desperate not to try, so he picked up his phone as soon as his Daddy left for work.

“Peter?” Bucky’s voice was filled with surprise.

Peter had actually never called him before, and he swallowed the feeling of anxiety that started to spread in his guts. Yes, he didn’t consider Bucky a friend, but his Alpha Steve was very close to Tony, so calling might have been a good idea anyway. If Bucky knew what Steve liked, maybe Tony would be pleased with it as well. “Bucky, I need your help.”

“What’s up? Anything happened?” Bucky sounded seriously concerned.

“Nothing’s happened.” Peter reassured him. “It’s just- Tony’s birthday is in a week and I don’t know what to get him. He has enough money to buy anything he wants, and-“ He paused for a second, afraid he got on Bucky’s nerves. “Doesn’t matter, just ignore me.”

He heard a soft laugh coming from the other end of the call. “Hey, Peter. I know how it feels, and don’t worry; I might have an idea. I’m glad you called. Is your Alpha home?”

“No?” Peter answered confused, a little scared by Bucky’s enthusiasm.

“Perfect, give me twenty minutes, I’ll come over.” The other Omega hung up before Peter even had a chance to protest.

As Bucky entered the apartment, he hugged Peter to greet him and dumped a huge backpack in the middle of the living room. Peter had already been suspicious why he even needed to bring it along at all, and when Bucky opened the backpack, Peter started to blush.

“I’m glad you called me.” Bucky was grinning madly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "We've been spending far too little time together, Petey. We Omegas got to stick together, don't we?" Peter nodded, still frozen from the glance into the backpack. “When you asked me what you could give to your Daddy, I immediately thought about the present I made for Steve.” His grin turned even dirtier.

“I don’t know if I like where this is going.” Peter said doubtfully, fumbling with his sleeves while his gaze was lowered to the ground.

“Oh, sweetie.” Bucky purred. “I can see why your Daddy is into you. You’re so precious. Come on, let’s give it a try. You Alpha would love to see you like that.”

That was all Bucky had to say to convince Peter. ‘His Daddy would love it’, that was so true. Peter wanted to give his Daddy the best present possible, wanted to show him how much he loved him, and if it required listening to Bucky’s suggestions for a few minutes, Peter would gladly do it.

“All right.” Peter agreed, reluctantly smiling at the other Omega. “I’ll give it a shot. Would you like some coffee?”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled and he grinned even broader, pulling a video camera out of the backpack. “Sure, let’s go for it.” That was the moment Peter knew Bucky was going be trouble.

Five hours and three coffees later, the present was ready just before his Daddy came home.

Tony’s birthday fell on a Sunday, and Peter was more than happy that his Daddy didn’t have to work. He woke up early, his alarm went off twenty minutes before Tony’s, and he got up to make coffee for his Daddy. He wanted the day to be special, wanted to be the best little Omega for his Alpha.

“Daddy, happy birthday, time to get up.” He crawled on the bed, snuggling up to his Daddy and breathed in the heavy scent. It was the familiar musky Alpha smell, leather mixed with a hint of coffee, and Peter purred in contentment.

“Baby?” Tony’s voice was tired but happy and he smiled at his Omega as he took the steaming mug from his hands. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re the best.” The Alpha wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer until he was halfway sitting on his Daddy’s lap. They enjoyed the coffee in silence, savoring the closeness and peace they usually didn’t have in the morning due to the Alpha’s work schedule.

“Daddy, I have a present for you.” Peter said after a few minutes, wiggling excited on his father’s lap.

Tony groaned from the friction. “Yeah, baby boy? What have you got for me?” He pressed open-mouthed kisses on Peter’s lips, making the Omega whimper softly. Peter already felt the familiar sensation of arousal and he closed his eyes, focusing on the task ahead. He couldn’t give in now, he needed to give his present to his Alpha.

“First breakfast, Daddy.” Peter pulled away from the hug and Tony looked at him in surprise. Usually, Peter always wanted sex as soon as the Alpha touched him, and the slight smell of his slick that was lingering in the room showed that the Omega was already aroused. Nevertheless, Peter kept his distance, smiling at his Daddy to reassure him that everything was fine.

“Just make a quick trip to the bathroom, Daddy. I’ll prepare breakfast.” Peter's eyes were sparkling, and although the Alpha would have preferred to spend more time in bed, he got up with a sighed. He couldn’t deny his Omega anything, even if it meant keeping his dick wrapped in his pants.

Twenty minutes later they were eating pancakes in silence, while Peter did his best to keep his distance to his Daddy. He knew he would cave as soon as the scent of his Daddy was pulling him in and he had to stand firm to continue his plan. The blueberry pancakes were delicious, but Peter couldn’t concentrate on the taste, too nervous about the present. What if his Daddy didn’t like it? Or even worse, what if he laughed at him?

When they finally finished the food, Peter brought the dishes into the kitchen and asked his Daddy to wait on the couch in the living room for his present. He went into the bathroom and prepared everything he needed for today. First, he changed into pretty red panties he had bought especially for today, and then he put on a matching see-through bathrobe. A look in the mirror confirmed that the lingerie was hugging his body perfectly, and it gave him the necessary confidence for his plan. He brushed his teeth and fixed his hair quickly before he joined his Daddy in the living room.

As soon as the Alpha laid eyes on him, his pupils dilated, and a dark hungry look appeared on his face. He wasn’t moving, but the tense posture showed that his Daddy was ready to lunge at him every second. His stomach was fluttering under Tony’s obvious arousal and he licked his lips, preparing himself to be devoured by his Alpha.

“Daddy.” Peter purred, confident under the longing gaze. Usually, his Daddy initiated the sex between them, but today Peter wanted to do something special.

“Come here, baby!” Tony ordered, gesturing him to sit down on the Alpha’s lap, and Peter struggled with his biology to disobey the command.

“Just a second, Daddy.” He begged, his pleading eyes focused on the Alpha, and he walked over to the TV, making sure to sway his hips enchantingly. He could feel the tension in the room, could feel the eyes following him, waiting for the perfect moment lunge out. He wanted to look good for his Alpha, irresistible, but if he would go too far, his Daddy would snap, and the surprise would be ruined.

The Alpha growled. “Fuck, sweetheart. What are you doing to me? Dressing up so prettily just for me, ready to be taken, but instead of sitting on my cock like a good little Omega, you’re teasing me and keep your distance? Do you think that’s fair?”

Peter whimpered, his hands shaking with excitement as he put a disc into the DVD player. He had to bend over to reach the player, his back arched and his ass on display, ready for his Daddy to take. The first gush of slick was running down his thighs, escaping from his soaked panties and he felt how the Alpha’s gaze was following the drops.

“Daddy, please, gimme a minute.” Peter begged, tears already forming in his eyes. “I swear I sit on your cock immediately. I’ve already prepped myself in the bathroom. Just let me give you your present first.”

Tony groaned, a mixture of annoyance and arousal, but fortunately, he gave in. “Fine baby but hurry up. I can’t wait forever.”

Peter obeyed, put the disk in the DVD player, and almost ran back to the couch. He jumped onto his Daddy’s lap and wrapped his arms around the Alpha’s neck.

“Happy birthday, Daddy.” Peter whispered, pressing his lips against Tony’s. A deep growl rumbled through the Alpha’s chest and he took over the control of the kiss, prying his mouth open with his tongue.

The Omega moaned. His Daddy’s tongue was roaming around in his mouth, dominating every inch of it, and Peter let go. He lost himself in the kiss, his lips moving against his Daddy’s, while his soaked panties were the only barrier between his slick hole and his Alpha’s cock. He whimpered, non-verbally begging for his Daddy to give him what he wanted, what he needed. Arousal was taking over his mind, leaving him as a desperate mess, willing to do everything his Daddy wanted him to.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You drive me crazy all the time. Such a good Omega, giving me such a beautiful birthday present on your body. Look at your ass in those panties, all ripe, ready for me to take.”

Peter’s beamed under the compliment, and it took his lustful brain a second to process his Daddy’s words. Birthday present? Fuck, his Daddy thought the lingerie was everything Peter wanted to give him? Slowly, the fog in his mind started to clear a little, and Peter forced himself to focus on the plan again.

“That’s not your only present, Daddy.” Peter put on his most innocent expression, knowing he would get anything from his Alpha when he looked like this. “Daddy let me turn around and give you your other present. I don’t have to get up, just let me turn around.”

The Alpha groaned reluctantly, burying his teeth in the Omega’s neck and making him scream. He didn’t pull back until a red mark blossomed on Peter’s skin and he looked at it satisfied. “Fine, baby. You can turn around if you sit on my cock and warm it like a good little Omega. Deal?”

Peter felt hot all over, the idea of sitting on his Alpha’s cock made him burn with desire. He wanted it now, suddenly couldn’t wait even a minute longer. “Yes, Daddy, please. I need it, I need your cock, I need your knot.”

Tony growled, stripping off his panties and manhandling him until his back was pressed against the Alpha’s chest. Peter hadn’t even noticed when the Alpha had pulled his trousers down, but he could feel the bare cock nudging against his wet hole.

“Daddy.” Peter was whining, trying to move his hips to get friction against his hole, but the tight grip of his Daddy prevented him from splitting himself open on the thick cock.

“Beg, sweetheart.” The Alpha ordered, his knees pressing against Peter’s legs, forcing the Omega to open them obscenely. “Beg me to fill your greedy little cunt.”

Peter was too far gone to feel shame anymore, tears spilling from his eyes, and a craving for his Daddy’s cock was filling each cell of his body. “P-please, daddy. Please, gimme your cock. I need it. Please, put it in my cunt.”

Tony growled, a deep possessive sound, and Peter could feel the tip pressing against his rim. He moaned in satisfaction, moving his hips, and working together with his Daddy, until finally his Daddy’s cock entered his body. Peter moaned like a whore, his walls stretched tight around the thick flesh and his brain shut down. He didn’t remember his plan anymore, didn’t remember why he wanted to ride his Daddy chest to back, the only thing he was focused on was the delicious friction in his body.

Fortunately, at least his Daddy was a man of his words. “Baby.” The Alpha was panting against his neck. “Tell me now what the present is about before I fuck you stupid with my cock.”

Although his Daddy wasn’t moving, it took Peter a second to calm down enough to remember his plan. His insides were clenching, inviting his Daddy to just take him, but the Alpha kept his promise. Still half out of his mind, Peter fumbled for the remote, the cock inside of him pulsating every time, even if he moved just a little bit. Finally, he found the right button and pressed play.

The video started and showed a shot of Peter who was sitting on their bed, wearing the same panties his Daddy had stripped of him a few minutes ago. He was a bit nervous, fumbled with the sheets, and looked shyly into the camera. Before ‘Video Peter’ even started talking, Tony seemed to understand what the present was about, and his hands tightened on Peter’s hips, forcing him to stay on the pulsating cock.

“Hi, Daddy.” ‘Video Peter’ blushed and shifted until he finally settled onto his knees. His legs were spread and revealed his soft cock clad in the familiar red panties, his Daddy’s favorite color. “Umm, I didn’t know what I could get you for your birthday, because you can buy anything you want, but I thought I could make a little video. You can take it with you when you go on the next business trip.” He giggled softly and placed his hands on his thighs, slowly stroking them without touching his panties.

The Alpha growled, his hips suddenly thrusting up and Peter bounced on his cock. He cried, surprised by the unexpected friction, and his muscles clenched, keeping the Alpha’s cock locked inside his body.

“Daddy.” Peter whimpered, his hips moving involuntarily, and it got harder and harder for him to focus on the screen.

“Such a good little Omega.” The Alpha purred in Peter’s ear, his hand digging into his soft thighs. “How thoughtful of you to give me something to enjoy when I’m separated from you. Tell me you’re mine, little slut.”

“Yours, Daddy, only yours.” Peter’s eyes rolled back when his Daddy’s cock hit his prostate and he could feel slick leaking out of his body. He was already drifting away, becoming sweet and pliant for his Alpha to take, his thoughts reduced to the thick flesh inside of him.

‘Video Peter’ was smiling shyly into the camera, stroking his body and twisting his nipples. A moan echoed through the room, coming from the sound system that was installed all over the living room, and his Alpha’s cock twitched in response. Peter couldn’t even focus on the screen anymore; lust clouded his brain while he was frantically bouncing on his Alpha’s cock. It felt so good, like everything he had ever wished for, and he flew even higher, knowing that his Daddy loved his present.

His Alpha’s eyes were fixed on the screen, watching as Video-Peter was turned around, spread his cheeks with his hands, and presented his dripping hole to the camera. Slick was running down his thighs and he pressed two fingers into his body.

“Baby just look at yourself on the screen. You look so ripe, so needy, so perfect for your Daddy. Your hole is arching for me, wet from just thinking about my cock.” Tony growled into Peter’s ear, steadily thrusting in and out of his body. “I love you, and I love your present. I’m going to take it with me on my business trip, watch it again and again, thinking about the sweet little Omega who is waiting for me at home. You’re the only one for me, you’re mine.”

Peter sobbed, pleasure was buzzing through his body, leaving him shaken each time the tip of his Daddy’s cock was stroking against his sweet spot. It was pure bliss, but still not enough. He wanted to be buried under his Daddy, wanted to be shoved down and used. He was a slut for his Daddy, his wet hole, made to get the Alpha off, and the thought alone made him cry out loud.

“Daddy, I’m yours, I need you.” ‘Video Peter’ was whimpering as well, three fingers thrusting in and out of his hole. The Alpha’s eyes were black, watching his present like a predator, ready to lunge at his prey. “Daddy, it’s not enough, I need you, please come home, please take me.”

The Alpha reached his breaking point. He roared, grabbed Peter’s hips, and pulled him away from his cock. Peter whined in despair, begging his Daddy to give him back his knot, to give him something, anything, to soothe the emptiness in his hole, but Tony was no longer paying attention to his pleads.

He was feral with lust, manhandling him until he was pressed face-first into the couch. He didn’t even pull the Omega’s hips up, simply kicking his legs apart and burying himself to the hilt into the wet heat again. Peter’s moans were muffled by the cushions and slick gushed out of his hole, ruining the leather of the couch. The Alpha was grinding his hips, riding him into the mattress while his teeth were assaulting the Omega’s neck.

“God, I love you.” The Alpha growled, his voice strained from the need to claim his Omega. “So sweet for Daddy, always knowing exactly what I need. I’m going to reward you; I’m going to stuff you with my come until you’re leaking it for days. You will know who you belong to every second, when you leave the house, in college, even when you meet your little friends. I’ll make sure to keep you breed the whole time.”

Peter’s whole body was shaking. Just the thought of being stuffed by his Daddy, of being breed by his Daddy, was enough to get him close. He knew he couldn’t actually get pregnant since he was on birth control, but the thought of being claimed so thoroughly by his Daddy made him lose his mind.

“Please, Daddy.” He whimpered weakly; all the energy drained from his body. “I want that, I want you. Claim me, Daddy. Make me yours.”

The Alpha roared, accelerating his thrusts and pressing himself even harder against the Omega’s body. Every time he entered the tight wet heat, Peter was pushed around on the couch, his leaking cock getting the friction he was desperate for. His orgasm was coming closer and closer, and each stroke against his prostate took him higher.

“Daddy, I can’t take it anymore, I’m coming, I’m-“ His words were swallowed by a moan as Tony buried his teeth in his neck, only an inch away from his mating glands. The pain was wonderful, a burning throb mixed with his arousal, and he couldn’t avoid the sensation, forced to just take it.

The video was still running in the background, needy whines echoing across the room, but they were drowned out by Peter’s desperate cries. His Daddy’s thrusts were rocking his hips against the couch, making obscene sounds every time the thick cock entered his body.

A resounding sensation announced his orgasm. It tingled through his body, heating every inch of him until it ended in his hole. His cunt was leaking and throbbing, begging his Daddy for his seed, and Peter couldn’t hold back much longer. He gasped and choked on the feeling while his mind was blissfully empty, high on the endorphins flooding his body.

His muscles trembled, trapping his Alpha’s cock inside of his body and he could feel how his Daddy’s knot was swelling inside his hole. His entire body was trembling with arousal, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation caused by the tip of his Daddy’s cock that was pressed against his prostate. But his Daddy was cruel, his strong body fixing the Omega on the couch, forcing him to take everything the Alpha wanted to give him.

Although his Alpha’s knot was swelling, it wasn’t quite catching yet and he was compelled to endure the overstimulation with every thrust. His Daddy couldn’t stop anymore, even if Peter would beg him to, and the thought of being at Tony’s mercy made Peter’s cock leaking endlessly onto the couch.

It felt like hours, hours of pain and pleasure, of arousal and overstimulation, until finally, his Daddy started to roar, his hips pressed tightly against Peter’s ass. He felt how his Alpha’s come was pumped inside of his body, the knot growing until it was tying them together.

Neither of them was able to speak, Peter drooled onto the couch while his Daddy was pumping load after load into his body, breeding him exactly as he had promised. Peter felt full and couldn’t remember ever feeling better, his Daddy’s knot plugging him up like he loved it. The Omega inside of him was purring, telling him how good he had been for his Alpha.

“I love you, Peter.” Tony whispered in his ear. “And I loved your present. I will definitely bring it with me the next time I have to leave you.”

Peter purred, letting himself being manhandled until he was laying on his side, the Alpha pressed against his back. He could still feel the knot buried in his body and he surrendered to the blissful silence in his head.

“I love you, too.” Peter slurred, pressing himself closer against the muscular chest and moving his Daddy’s arms until they were tightly wrapped around his body. “Happy birthday, Daddy.”

“Thank you, baby. It was the best birthday ever.”

#starker #starkercestbingo2020

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Not good enough for you

Summary: When a stranger accuses Tony of taking advantage of Peter, the Omega wants to cheer him up.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 11th @starkercestevent contribution and it might be better to read the other parts first. Kink for the 11th story: Cock Worship (didn’t stick to the kink that much though xD). Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it

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It happened on the only day Peter came home before Tony. Peter’s classes had ended early since one of his professors gave a lecture on his research topic in another country, and his friends had accompanied him on his way home. Although Tony finished a lot of work at home these days, he was still obligated to show up in the office every now and then, so Peter was alone when he opened the door and he was alone when he found the piece of paper.

He didn’t see it at first. Like every day, he hung up his jacket and made himself a cup of coffee before he went back into the living room, crossing the hallway, and therefore the front door as well. On the floor was a small piece of paper someone has probably slipped under the door. It was a folded page of a notebook that was ripped out, with two handwritten words in the middle.

Two days.

Peter immediately knew who send the paper and froze in fear. How had Pierce passed the security man in front of their secluded building? Tony had given them instructions not to let a single unfamiliar face pass the door. He clenched his hands to fists, accidentally crumpling the piece of paper he was holding in his hand. He checked the lock again, making sure the door wouldn’t open, and it stayed shut. When Pierce had managed to enter the building, he could easily enter the apartment as well.

Shivering, Peter sat down on the couch, his coffee already forgotten and cold. He waited for his Daddy, waited for someone who could tell him what to do, and when he finally heard a key in the lock, tension fell from his shoulders. Peter didn’t even have to say a word before Tony knew something was wrong and the Alpha sat next to him, pulling him into an embrace.

“What happened?”

Peter didn’t answer and showed him the piece of paper that was still clutched in his fist. Tony took and unfolded it until he could read the words again. His jaw twitched, but he stayed calm otherwise, hugging Peter even closer.

“I won’t let you go to your classes anymore, baby,” his words were certain, leaving no room for discussion. “You’ll stay with me. You’ll go to work with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

Peter didn’t even want to argue, he was totally fine staying with his Alpha 24/7. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I will speak with a few of my colleagues, tomorrow. We’re going to find something, anything that threatens Pierce enough to let you go. I protect you, baby, I promise. Please, just listen to me, okay?”

Peter nodded and pressed a kiss against his Daddy’s lips. He wanted to be protected, wanted to be safe. His Daddy would find a way to get rid of Pierce and in the meantime, Peter only had to stay with him. Still, in the back of his mind, he could hear Pierce’s voice. ‘Only two days left. Come to me or I will find you.’ Peter closed his eyes and inhaled his Daddy’s calming scent. No need to panic, he had to trust his Daddy.

Since Tony didn’t let Peter out of his eyes anymore, they did everything together. They went to work together, they went grocery shopping together, and Peter even accompanied him when Tony picked up his suit from the laundry service. His servants had forgotten to pick it up in time for the business meeting with the German Strategic Sales Manager of a supplier company, and Tony had decided to do things himself. Unfortunately, all parking spots close to the laundry service where taken, so they had to walk a while and Tony carried the suit over his arm.

Shortly before they got back to the car, a woman, who had watched them for quite some time, crossed their way and snapped at Tony. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Corrupting your own kid and showing him off for anyone to see after?”

Tony was taken aback and could only stare at her, unable to respond. Before she could accuse him further, Peter decided to step in. “Excuse me, Mam,” his voice was soft and deescalating. “I don’t think it’s your place to judge.”

Her expression changed and anger turned into pity. “Oh, poor little Omega. I’ve read everything about your ‘relationship’ online.” Her voice changed when she said ‘relationship’. “It’s not your fault that this- this child molester uses you. You don’t have to stay with him just because he pays for you. You could always lookout for help. There are tons of people willing to support you. Omegas don’t have to depend on Alphas anymore.”

Tony growled, but still didn’t say anything, leaving Peter to deal with the situation. He chose his next words wisely, didn’t want to make a fuss in public. “It’s considerate of you that you wanna help me, and it’s right that Omegas doesn’t depend on Alphas anymore, but I want to be with Tony. It’s my free decision. We aren’t even actually related, you know?”

But as nice as Peter had tried to be, the woman didn’t want to listen. “He’s forcing you to say this, isn’t he? Poor baby, I can help you right now. You don’t have to stay with him.”

“Don’t call him ‘baby’,” the Alpha was snapping, but he still didn’t answer to the accusations.

Immediately, the woman’s expression turned angry again. “You stay quiet, you bastard. You’re sick, he’s twenty years younger than you. You raised him. How dare you touch him?”

Slowly, Peter could feel how anger bubbled up inside him. Tony was still quiet, and the silence worried Peter. Usually, his Daddy was fierce, defending Peter whenever it was necessary, but now he was only standing there, the words of the woman washing over him. Seeing that the Alpha wasn’t even reacting, made Peter only angrier.

“No, you listen to me now,” he pointed his finger at the woman, his voice raised and ice-cold. He had never been so angry before in his entire life and he could see in her face that she was shocked by his temper. “It’s my life and my decision. I’m sick of people trying to help me because they think they know me better than I know myself. I. Love. Tony. And as long as our relationship is legal, none of you pretentious little hypocrites have any right to intervene. Just get your sorry ass away from here and. Leave. Us. Alone.”

He had successfully dumfounded her and she was gaping at him like a fish before she scoffed and walked away. Peter sighed. She finally left. But one gaze at Tony confirmed that the damage was already done. “I love you, Daddy. Nothing is wrong about this. You know that, don’t you?”

Tony smiled, but it wasn’t carefree as usual but forced. “Sure, baby.”

Peter decided to leave it be until they were at home. He didn’t want everyone on the street to know about Tony’s thoughts and feelings, and he definitely didn’t want to distract the Alpha while he was driving, so he held back until the door of the apartment finally closed behind them. Tony had tried to be normal during the ride, joking and talking like he always did, but the car was clouded by his scent, revealing how sad he truly was.

Once they were alone, Peter couldn’t hold back anymore. He pushed his Daddy onto the couch and the Alpha didn’t expect his dominance, so he didn’t stop him. Peter climbed in his lap and wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck, pressing himself to his Daddy’s chest.

“I love you. So much,” Peter whispered into his ear. “Tell me you don’t believe any of the shit this old bag uttered.”

“I don’t believe any of the shit this old bag uttered.” Tony tried to joke, but his voice was too tight to sound funny. Peter knew immediately that he just wanted to distract, so he pulled back enough to give him a berated gaze.

The Alpha sighed and lowered his gaze, but his mask fell off and his real feelings came to the surface. He looked hurt. Hurt and… disgusted? “Baby, I know she wasn’t wrong,” Tony said slowly. “I know I didn’t force you, I know you want this and I know you love me. But don’t you see the power imbalance between us? Don’t you see that I’m twice your age? Maybe they have a point. Maybe I am a child molester that took advantage of your feelings.”

Peter had to swallow. Anger was bubbling up inside of him, but it was soon replaced by horror. He hadn’t noticed that his Daddy felt like this, hadn’t noticed that he doubted himself. All the time, Tony always seemed to be the strong Alpha, self-confident and resolute, but just like everyone else, he was a human being too. He had fears and regrets, and apparently one of them was forcing Peter.

Peter picked his next words carefully. “Daddy, I’ve always loved you. When I was younger, I loved you as a mentor, as a hero who saved me and when I grew up the feelings were getting deeper. I’ve desired you since the moment I presented, since I knew our bodies are compatible, but we didn’t act out on it for years. I told you I want this, more than once, and now I beg you to trust the decision I made. If I were anyone else, an Omega you didn’t raise, would you still feel this way? Would you still think you’ve taken advantage of me?”

Tony stared at him in silence before he answered truthfully. “Probably not.”

Peter sighed in relief. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. “There are a million relationships out there with age-gaps and thousands with power imbalances. How many rich old Alphas have young beautiful Omegas on their side? How often do you hear about Alpha’s rescuing poor Omega’s to mate them? It’s even called a romance. No one calls those pairings out because it’s common the Alpha is providing for the Omega, it’s common that Alphas are richer and more experienced. We are no different, Daddy. We aren’t even related by blood, no one should care.”

“But they do. They don’t judge only me, they judge you as well. I don’t want you to suffer because of me,” Tony’s voice was small and vulnerable, something Peter had never heard before and he forced himself to stay calm, forced his scent to remain soothing. Getting angry with the world wouldn’t make anything better now.

“When Piece threatened me, he didn’t say I would regret rejecting his offer. He said we would regret it,” Tony flinched from the words, but Peter continued anyway. “I know he will come for both of us when the time is up. How would you feel if I would break up with you to protect you? To make the thing between you, me, and Pierce a thing between only me and Pierce?”

He could see the fury in his Daddy’s eyes, could see the hate for Pierce but also the fear Peter might leave him, that Peter might confront the Senator on his own. “Exactly, Tony. I trust you that we are in this together. I know that you can make your own decisions and that you want to protect me. There’s nothing I’d rather do than keep you out of this, but we are a team. We’re doing this together. So please let us do the rest together as well. Don’t pull back to protect me from pretentious snobs.”

His Daddy smiled, the first real smile of the day, and then he nodded carefully before he pressed a kiss on Peter’s forehead. “I love you, baby, you know? It makes me so proud that you choose to belong to me.”

“It makes me proud that I belong to you as well, Daddy. Most perfect Alpha in the whole world.”

Tony chuckled and pulled him ever closer until there was no space left between them. It felt nice being held like this, it always did, but today, Peter wanted to give something to his Daddy. He was always so strong for him, managing the situation with Pierce and protecting him from possible enemies. Peter just wanted to give something back.

“Daddy, can you just relax for me today? I wanna show you how much you mean to me; how much I love you.”

The Alpha looked at him curiously but didn’t protest, handing over control he usually loved to have for himself. Peter savored his trust. He wouldn’t disappoint his Daddy, wouldn’t break his trust. He loved surrendering to the Alpha, loved to be dominated, but today he wanted to prove Tony that nothing mattered more than them being happy together.

Peter slid from his Daddy’s lap and kneeled in front of the couch. Although he was taking control, his position was so submissive, the Alpha would be comfortable enough to let himself go. “Stop thinking, Daddy,” Peter said while he opened the Alpha’s pants and took them off. “I’m gonna show you how perfect I wanna be for you. That you are everything that matters to me.”

“I love you, baby.” Tony was watching him with pride while he was shuffling closer. Immediately, the familiar scent of his Daddy was clouding his mind and he could feel himself getting slick. Already. He really was easy for the Alpha.

This time, Peter decided to take it slow. He pressed soft kisses on his Daddy’s thighs, every one of them a sign of his love, of his devotion, and he did his best not to touch the Alpha’s cock. He wanted the sensations to build up, wanted them to dominate hid Daddy’s mind until he was as desperate for the Omega as Peter was always for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” Peter whispered when his kisses were slowly wandering higher. “You’re so strong, so handsome. Your cock is gorgeous.” His sounds were muffled against his Daddy’s thighs, but the pleased noises of the Alpha showed Peter that Tony understood every word. “It’s so thick, stretching me so good. One day, I want you to breed me, fill me up with your pups. Every single time you open me up, I’m losing my mind. I can’t believe you think I wouldn’t want this, wouldn’t want you to fuck me with your big knot.”

“Baby,” Tony growled impatiently, his fingers itching to take over. Peter could feel that his Daddy wanted to grab his hair, to force him down until he was choking on his cock, but he clenched his hands to fists, fighting the urge to take control.

Peter rewarded him with the first kiss pressed against his Daddy’s tip. It was light and chaste, his lips didn’t even stretch around the Alpha’s length, but Tony was riled up. His hips surged forward, pressing his cock against Peter’s face and the Omega couldn’t suppress the loud moan that was falling from his lips. God, there was nothing better than his Daddy losing control, nothing better than the thick cock pressed against his face. Well, maybe except for the thick cock inside of him.

He had wanted to drag it out, had really wanted to tease his Daddy, but his patience was running thin. Without second thoughts, Peter opened his mouth and swallowed the length in one go, humming when he felt the tip pressed against the back of his throat. They were moaning at the same time, Tony because Peter was swallowing him like he had never tasted something better in his entire life, and Peter because the taste of his Daddy made him feel like he was high on endorphins.

Peter was savoring every second, moving his head up and down. His mind went quiet as his mouth was stuffed full; his Daddy’s cock too big for him to swallow it whole. Pleasing his Alpha was the only thing he could concentrate on at the moment, the only thing that truly mattered. He was drooling all over the Alpha’s cock, it was running down his shaft and making his Daddy messy, but they didn’t care. Peter could die like this, happily sucking his Daddy’s cock.

“Baby, you are stunning, taking my cock like you was made for this,” Tony’s voice was hoarse and arousing. “You look perfect like this. One day, I stuff you with a toy while you’re sucking my cock, fill both of your holes at once. Would you like that, sweetheart? Your Daddy plugging you up like a desperate little slut?”

“Uh-huh,” Peter couldn’t do anything but moan, unwilling to let the Alpha’s cock go. The words were making him wet, slick dripped out of him, ruining his pants. He wanted this, wanted his Daddy to plug him up, and stuff him full all day long. Sometimes Peter wondered if their obsession was healthy. They were together for a few months and they didn’t spend a day without sex when they saw each other. Peter felt like he was addicted to him, but he didn’t care.

The moment Tony was getting close, Peter pulled back. He didn’t want the Alpha to come like this, wanted to ride his Daddy until he was feral with lust. Instead, Peter tried his best to look seductively when he stood up and took off his clothes. He was already too far gone to play coy, but his Daddy’s hungry gaze confirmed that the Alpha didn’t care. Tony’s entire body was tense, his feelings pent-up, but he fought his Alpha-biology anyway, fought the urge to bend Peter over and bury himself in the tight heat without thinking further.

Knowing that his Daddy held back for him, made Peter feel warm inside. His Daddy was perfect, not only the possessive feral Alpha who wanted to fuck Peter over every available surface but also his considerate lover who cared for him and trusted him. He planned to reward his Daddy, to show him that Peter could take care of his needs.

Peter made sure to move his hips seductively when he stripped off the last piece of clothing, his panties. He could feel his Daddy’s hungry gaze on him, could feel how slick was running down his thighs and the scent of his own arousal was filling the air. His plan had been to seduce the Alpha even further, tease him until he was snapping, but when his Daddy let out a growl, Peter couldn’t wait even a second longer. He climbed back onto Tony’s lap and pressed his lips on the Alpha’s.

Tony kissed him back brutally, his teeth pulling on Peter’s lower lip until the Omega was whining in pleasure. Every lick of Tony’s tongue was filled with pent-up arousal and Peter struggled to keep control. He wanted to let go, wanted to present and be taken, but he had to stay levelheaded. Pulling together all his willpower, Peter ended the kiss. His head was still pressed against the Alpha’s neck, but he felt a little better now, a little more in control of himself.

The Alpha growled, a sign that he didn’t agree with his Omega pulling back, but thankfully he didn’t push. Peter knew he would have lost it if his Daddy decided to take the lead. The Omega’s hand wandered behind his back, dipping lower and lower until it wandered between the cleft of his cheeks. He could already feel his slick spread everywhere and when the first finger touched his hole, Peter let out a small cry.

“Fuck, baby, hurry,” the Alpha’s voice was deep and desperate, so much closer to the edge than usual. His hands were clenched to fists and Peter could see his knuckles whitening. “I’ll lose it soon, baby. Open yourself up, don’t tease me anymore.”

Peter whimpered and obeyed like he always did, the first finger immediately replaced by two. His own digits didn’t feel as good as his Daddy’s, didn’t stretch him as perfectly, but everything was better than being empty. He was sitting on his Daddy’s lap, his entire body on display while he prepared himself for Tony’s cock. The Alpha’s eyes followed every movement, every twitch of his body and every twist of his face. It felt so good being watched as if he was one of the most beautiful Omega’s made for his Daddy’s gaze.

Two fingers became three and Peter’s desperation was taking him under. The lazy movements of his hands were replaced by desperate bounces of his hips. He was fucking himself on his fingers, whimpering his Daddy’s name while he yearned for a cock inside. When a new wave of slick dripped down his thighs, Tony snapped.

“Let me in now, Omega,” the Alpha’s said through gritted teeth. “If you want to keep control, if you want your plan to work, you should listen to me know. I can’t hold myself back when you squirm on my lap, crying for a cock like a slut.”

Peter’s eyes rolled back, and he lost the last ounce of patience. With a whine, he pulled out his fingers, grabbed his Daddy’s cock, and positioned the tip against his dripping hole. Both of them moaned when he finally bore down, impaling himself on his Daddy’s length.

“You feel so good, Daddy,” Peter slurred while he savored the delicious stretch. “Filling me so good like no one else can. Please, don’t leave me, Daddy. I need you, I need your knot. You’re it for me.”

Tony growled and his hips thrust up, unable to keep them still any longer. He made Peter bounce on his lap, like a rag doll that was being tossed around, and every time his Daddy’s cock opened him up, he could feel the tip pressed against his sweet spot. Not even a minute in and Peter was already moaning like a whore, a whore for his Daddy.

“I won’t leave you, baby,” Tony promised, his hands clutching Peter’s hips and forcing the Omega to move. “I promise. Once I’ve dealt with Pierce, I’m going to mate you and I’m going to marry you afterward. No one will be able to separate us, you belong to me. You were made for me, and I was made for you. Now bounce for me, show me that you need me. Show me that you chose me.”

Peter cried out, the words of his Daddy hitting his core. This was exactly what he wanted, what he needed to be happy. Mated to his gorgeous Alpha, loved by this gorgeous Alpha, and fucked by him every single day until they were getting old. His Daddy’s cock had never felt this hot, this big before and he immediately knew that his Daddy was close.

“Stroke me, Daddy. Make me come at the same time,” Peter wanted to order him, but his request came out as a beg, pathetically whimpering for his Daddy. He had wanted this, had wanted to take control to show his Daddy how much he meant to him, but he has reached his breaking point. The control was back in his Alpha’s hands again and he couldn’t imagine anything better.

He was sobbing when his Daddy touched his leaking cock for the first time, the entire length fitting in Tony’s hand. He felt owned, surrounded by his Alpha and the only thing he could still focus on was moving his hips. When his Daddy reached his limits, he clutched Peter’s cock tightly, thrusting his own length again and again in Peter’s hole. The Omega’s walls fluttered around him, urging him on to come inside the tight heat.

Peter could feel every inch of the knot expanding inside of him, could feel every surge of seed the Alpha pumped into his body. His sweet spot was assaulted by Tony’s knot, his cock milked by his Daddy’s tight grip. Peter sobbed when the first of his orgasm was washing over him, leaving him twisting and squirming on his Daddy’s lap.

Coming on Tony’s knot was incredible, his entire body was throbbing and arching for the Alpha’s seed. Nothing had ever felt that good and Peter knew he would always be happy, his Daddy would make him happy. He wouldn’t allow anyone to plant toxic thoughts into Tony’s head, he would reassure the Alpha over and over again that Peter would always choose him.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, his body still shaking from the orgasm. “You are perfect for me.”

Tony hummed and they stayed silent, both of them enjoying the afterglow. Peter cuddled closer against the Alpha’s chest, contently knotted by his Daddy. They stayed like this for a while, listening to each other’s heartbeats, and keeping the other one close.

“Today meant much to me, baby,” Tony confessed after a while.

Peter smiled at him and pressed a kiss on his lips. “I’ll always stay at your side, Daddy. We protect each other. Once Pierce is gone, we’ll mate. Forever.”

“Forever,” Tony answered with a smile and buried his face in the Omega’s hair.

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goindownshipping · 4 years

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Hey for your starkercest bingo could I please request A/B/O and Social Media squares? With Alpha dad Tony and Omega son peter.

Nobody said it was easy

Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker (Starker, Starkercest)

Rating: Explicit (E) Rating due to adoptive father/son smut

Notes: Wowza anon, this took a lifetime, so sorry about that! I decided to turn this into a few chapters (Soulmate AU, Social Media, and A/B/O) for @starkercestevent 😊

Warnings: NSFW, adoptive father/son smut, Tony and Peter are both of age and consenting.

Word count: 5k

Summary:

Tony adopted Peter as a young boy with the sweetest eyes and cutest curls. On Peter’s 18th birthday, everything starts to change. With the combination of soulmate marks, Tony being high profile, and their father/son relationship, things are sure to be interesting for this pair.

Can be found on AO3

#starker #starkercest #starkercestbingo2020 #starkercest bingo #mine

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Don’t let him take what’s yours, Daddy

Summary: Pierce takes Peter.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 14th @starkercestevent contribution and it’s necessary to read the other parts first. Kink for the 14th story: Free Space (Voyeurism). Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it

No rape, but sexual harassment and non-con, so I’m going to cut the post here. Check out Ao3 for further tags

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Peter was kneeling on the floor of the limousine while one of Pierce’s men, the elevator Alpha, tied the Omega’s hands behind his back. It hurt, the ropes were cutting in his wrists, but Peter gritted his teeth in an attempt to stay silent. He didn’t want to show them his weakness.

Rationally, Peter knew everything was a question of time. Although Pierce was probably filthily rich, Tony Stark was even richer. He had more resources, especially access to tech, and by now, Steve and Bucky had very likely told Tony already that Peter was kidnapped. Pierce hadn’t even asked Peter for his phone, the first mistake, and his Daddy could track it in less than a second.

However, nothing of this would matter if Pierce would be fast enough to bond Peter to him. Even if Tony would free him after, even if he would kill the Senator, a bonded Omega could never bond with another Alpha again. Peter would always feel the bond to another man like a slight prickling in the back of his mind and he would rather die than lose what he had with his Daddy. Once Pierce would bond him, it would be too late.

Therefore, Peter knew he had to do everything to drag out Pierce’s plan. Although his mind screamed at him to fight, to struggle against his restraints, and to insult the Senator and his scumbag gang, the Omega remained quiet. He focused on his breathing, trying to be clear-headed enough to play out his chances.

“Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do to you, stupid Omega?” Pierce laughed derisively and Peter had to suppress a shiver. No, he didn’t want to know what the Senator had planned, he just wanted to close his eyes and realize that it was a dream, but at the same time, he knew Pierce telling him about his plan could be an advantage. It was the typical villain mistake, explaining everything to the victim and giving them time to think. Still, Pete couldn’t force himself to do more than nod.

“When we arrive, I’ll make you regret not coming to me on your own first,” Pierce smirked disgustingly, and immediately, Peter felt sick. Although the Senator sounded a little smug, his voice was mostly neutral, and his deadpan way of telling Peter the plan was even worse. “Then I’ll force you on my knot and bond you, stupid thing you are. Even if your Daddy finds me, he can’t take you away because you would be miserable without me after we’ve bonded, wouldn’t you? It would be only us. No suppressants, no toys, only me, you, and your upcoming heat.”

No! Everything but a heat. Peter knew he would beg for Pierce during a heat once they were bonded and he would rather die than be desperate for a rapist, or even worse, giving pups to Pierce. Everything inside of him convulsed, his stomach churned, and his heart sped up. He was afraid he would throw up in the middle of the car, right on Pierce’s feet and even though the thought of vomit on Pierce’s suit wasn’t unappealing, the consequences certainly were.

Unlucky as he was, Peter had apparently failed in keeping his face blank and for a second, Pierce had seen horror in his eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Once I’ve buried my teeth in your neck, you’ll like the thought.”

Don’t call me sweetheart. Peter wanted to cry and rampage, wanted to scream at the Senator’s face that the right to call the Omega ‘sweetheart’ belonged to his Daddy, and his Daddy alone. It took his entire self-control for Peter to remain quiet. Mouthing off would only make things worse.

“Where are you taking me?” Peter could proudly say that his voice waivered only a little. Information was always good, wasn’t it? If he knew where Pierce was taking him, he might come up with a plan to delay the bite.

The Senator looked out of the window and chuckled slightly. “Oh, stupid thing, we’re almost there. I’m obviously taking you to my nest.” At the same moment, the car came to a stop and Peter realized to his horror that Pierce had brought him to his house. He had hoped for an old factory building or an empty office, someplace where Pierce’s disgusting Alpha scent wasn’t overwhelming, but the Senator probably knew every inch of the house, making it even harder for Peter to escape.

“Get off, little one,” Pierce smiled brightly, and Peter flinched under the endearment. His wrists were still bound behind his back, so he scrambled to his knees, struggling to keep his balance. Just as he tried to step out of the limousine, Pierce shoved him a little and the Omega tripped until he was lying face-first on the ground, his skirt slipped up.

It hurt, small stones were pricking in his skin and Peter could feel himself tearing up. His face hurt, his legs hurt, and his arms hurt even more, but nothing was as bad as the feeling in his chest. He tried his best to stay calm, tried his best to fight the panic and concentrate on his breathing, but the closer they got to Pierce’s destination, the more fear Peter was feeling. It was obvious that the ride had been a warmup, the Senator hadn’t even touched him yet, and as soon as the door would close behind them, Peter would have to fight for every minute.

“As much as I like the view, I want you to stand up, whore,” the playful undertone in Pierce’s voice made Peter shiver in disgust. “We don’t have all day.”

Three seconds. That was the time Peter took before he made attempts to get up, afraid to anger Pierce even further. Suddenly he regretted wearing the skirt today. He felt naked underneath, the scent of his slick still lingering, and when he closed his eyes for a second, he saw everything Pierce could do to him today. Humiliate him, torture him, bite him, or even worse. Every instinct screamed to cover himself, but he had no choice but to suck it up and do exactly what Pierce told him to do.

Peter’s legs trembled when he was finally standing again, even though he did his best to hide the fear. The Senator still smiled disgustingly sweet, even broader after he had shoved Peter on the ground, and suddenly, the Omega could feel a firm hand in his neck that led him towards the door. His entire body tensed, the gesture usually used to calm Omega’s down, but Peter couldn’t afford to relax and become careless.

“Take your time and get familiar with the house,” Pierce smirked after he had opened the door. “You’ll spend your entire life here, preferable on your knees. When you’re good, I might even buy a carpet for you to kneel on.”

The sick feeling in Peter’s stomach intensified. The house was exactly how he had imagined. Dark and cold, decorated with marble and stone, and he couldn’t bear the thought of living here forever. Pierce was a sick bastard, a bastard who belonged in jail, and Peter would fight for his life before he would accept the bite from the Senator. Pierce had promised he would make Peter regret his resistance first. Maybe that would buy his Daddy time to save him?

Pierce led him to the living room, the hand still clutching Peter’s neck and the Omega shuddered in disgust. He didn’t want to be touched but struggling would only provoke the Senator. He closed his eyes, begging this would be over soon while he tried to grasp the hem of his skirt behind his back and pull him down. Pierce left him standing in the middle of the living room and fetched himself a glass of whiskey before he sat down in an armchair, his legs spread.

“Keel, whore.” Peter bit his lips and didn’t move an inch. He knew it was stupid, but he wouldn’t give his submission to this monster without a fight.

“I said, KNEEL, Omega.” Pierce used his Alpha voice, and even though Peter wanted nothing more than to ignore the bastard, his legs gave in on their own, forcing Peter to sink to his knees. Peter could feel how a single tear ran down his cheek, but he suppressed every other attempt of his panic to rise to the surface.

Pierce smirked “How pathetic Omegas are. I can see you’d rather die than kneel in front of me, but one word was still enough to bend your will.” Peter didn’t answer, couldn’t answer because everything was true. Yes, he loved to be submissive for his Daddy, loved to listen to his commands, but being forced to obey Pierce was making him sick. Omega biology was a blessing and a curse.

“Crawl to me,” Pierce didn’t even bother to play his games anymore, he was immediately using the voice to humiliate Peter even further.

The Omega’s knees hurt on the cold floor, his entire body was trembling while he tried to crawl closer with his hands tied behind his back. He had dreamed about a similar situation, himself shaking with lust while his Daddy asked him to crawl closer with his hands tied behind his back, but Pierce was destroying the fantasy in a heartbeat. Peter knew he had to drag it out a little longer, his Daddy needed time to find him, so he crawled as slowly as he could while he fought the urge to throw up.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” the Senator snarled. “Only dressed in a tiny little thong.” Peter whimpered, he hadn’t even realized that his skirt had ridden up, revealing the tiny little thing he had put on for his Daddy. He could feel Pierce’s eyes fixed on his exposed ass, and there was nothing he could do, nothing but crawl as slowly as possible. But even then, he had to stop in front of Pierce sometime.

Peter sat back on his heels, the skirt slipping back down until he was at least a little covered. He was looking everywhere except Pierce, his eyes burning holes in the floor to avoid seeing the monster smirk.

“Oh, today’s truly a lucky day. Not only are you already dressed like a little whore, ready to be knotted, I can also smell your slick? Tell me, sweetheart. Didn’t Daddy have enough time to satisfy your needs? I don’t smell Alpha seed. But don’t worry, I’ll give you everything your Alpha is lacking in.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” Peter already knew it was a mistake when he opened his mouth, but he couldn’t stand Pierce talking about his Daddy like this. His Alpha was amazing, caring, and perfect in bed, everything the Omega needed, everything Pierce could never be. “Tony is a million times better than you. A better Alpha, a better man, and he doesn’t have to rape Omega’s to bed them.”

The last sentence had probably been a mistake because he could see Pierce’s expression shift. Arrogance was replaced by furious anger and before Peter could react, he heard a loud smack. It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened. His left cheek burned, probably branded with a red handprint. Tears were welling in his eyes and Peter tried his best to blink them away. The impact of the blow made him stagger and he fought to keep his balance with his hands tied behind his back.

“Shut your dirty mouth, whore,” Pierce spat at him and Peter could feel drops of spit landing on his face. His entire body was buzzing with adrenaline and he wasn’t even sure if he was scared, angry, or just hurt. Peter desperately wanted to close his eyes and wish himself far, far away.

“I should cut out your tongue,” Pierce threatened and leaned forward to grab the hem of Peter’s skirt. The Omega knew it was over now, he had provoked Pierce too much and there was no way for him to stop what was about to happen. The sound of the ripping fabric of his skirt was loud and made Peter flinch. He was naked except a tiny thong and a short t-shirt, completely on display for Pierce.

“You can be glad I need your tongue for blow jobs,” the Senator said patronizing and Peter wasn’t sure if he was actually glad or even more afraid. “Once I’ve bonded you, you’ll beg for my knot.”

“Never.” Peter didn’t care anymore that he was saying it out loud, and the second hit on the other side of his face made him feel strangely smug. At least he would go down with his dignity, fighting for himself and his Daddy.

Pierce patience was running thin, his hands were clenched to fists and his eyes narrowed to slits. The Omega would certainly pay for this, maybe with his life but certainly with the ability to love. He closed his eyes and imagined his Daddy. He could see Tony’s eyes and his smile, the adoring look he wore around Peter. The last months had been the best of his life and he would never regret coming out with his Daddy.

I’m sorry, Daddy. I love you more than anything. Whatever happens, I’d rather be dead than bonded to Pierce.

Peter raised his head and looked Pierce in the eyes. He was met with a sight of anger and disgust and Peter felt white-hot rage while he was opening his mouth. “You aren’t an Alpha, you’re a pathetic excuse of a human. No one would ever want a monster like you.”

Then Peter closed his eyes, accepting the consequences of his words.

~*~

Tony was stressed. Work was pretty much the usual, just a few annoying customers he could handle, but the situation with Pierce was making him nervous. He had to be strong, had to be there for Peter and keep his fear in check, but leaving his boy out of his eyes for even a second made him anxious. Rationally, he knew it was stupid. Sure, someone had to stay at Peter’s side, but he trusted Steve with his life and the blonde could protect the Omega just as well.

In his entire life, Tony had never felt such a strong possessive urge, an overwhelming feeling to protect an Omega. Peter was special, he was everything Tony wanted and nothing he deserved, but knowing his boy stayed at his side out of his free will, made the Alpha happy beyond imagination. He would do anything to protect his boy, even if it meant keeping his fear hidden.

Although Tony tried to avoid taking Peter to the office, he didn’t really have a choice today. He obviously would prefer fucking his Omega over every available surface of their apartment, burying his knot in the delicious tight heat, but their biggest customer had demanded Tony Stark would appear personally in the meeting and since he wanted to keep his company, the Alpha had to show up.

Instead of sulking, Tony made a plan and took Peter with him, basking in the thoughts of how he could show Peter off to everyone working at Stark Industries. Peter was perfect, a sweet little Omega, polite and beautiful, everything any Alpha desired. Hell, even Betas were chasing him, and Tony was honored that such a perfect human being chose him. He would spoil Peter, keep him close and protect him while he showed off that this gorgeous young man was his. And his alone.

After Tony had left Peter with Pepper during the meeting, he had planned to fuck the Omega on his desk, watching him whine and beg for Tony’s knot. Peter was beautiful spread out and open for his knot, usually crying for Tony to fill him up. So when they were interrupted again, Tony was slowly losing his patience. He had to assure Peter he would fuck him later, and the Omega was still disappointed. Seeing his boy so disappointed hurt, but Pepper would kill him when he skipped the meeting because of a fuck.

The Alpha felt stressed out when he called Steve to pick up his Omega. He didn’t want to leave Peter with Pepper again, and he didn’t want him to wait in the office alone. It would be best to make sure Peter was brought home and he even asked Steve to stay with him until Tony was back. After the threat from Pierce, Tony felt uneasy about leaving Peter alone.

Once Peter had left the office, Tony took a deep breath to calm himself. He was horny, his erection was straining in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than call back his Omega and finish what he had started. However, there was a customer waiting for him and he had to focus on sales strategies and stock prices instead of the Omega’s tight little hole.

When Tony entered the empty conference room where he was supposed to meet the customer, he immediately knew something was wrong. It was no nagging feeling in the back of his mind, it was full force panic. He knew he had made a mistake. Not Pepper had asked him to come back to the meeting but a stuttering intern he had never met before. The Alpha had been careless and stupid, and now Peter was paying the price.

“JARVIS, call Steve and locate Peter’s phone.” Tony’s voice was wavering, fear clouding his mind and he fought against himself so he wouldn’t lose it. His instincts went haywire, the need to protect made him almost vomit, but he couldn’t break down now. He wouldn’t get another chance if he didn’t act now.

“Tony?” Steve’s voice made it already crystal-clear that his fear was valid. “I couldn’t do anything; he was already there.”

“Where is Peter?” Tony croaked out while horror and anger were raging inside of him. How could he have been so stupid? How could Steve have let that happen? How could he have let that happened?

“I don’t know. They shoved him in a limousine.” Pierce.

Tony closed his eyes and counted to three, trying to keep it together. Peter was everything, his son, his love, his Omega, and if something would happen to him, Tony would never forgive himself. Each passing second increased the possibility that someone was hurting Peter and anger wouldn’t solve anything, neither anger at Steve nor anger at himself.

“Sir, I’ve located Peter’s phone.” JARVIS interrupted his spiraling thoughts and gave him something to focus on. “It’s moving. According to the speed, he’s driving in a car.” Good, a car. That’s a lead.

“JARVIS, give me every location in the direction of where the car is heading that is related to Pierce,” Tony ordered while he was already leaving the conference room behind. “Block the elevator for my use only. Steve, meet me in the lobby in thirty seconds.” He hung up without waiting for the blonde’s answer.

JARVIS hadn’t only cleared the elevator; he had also cleared the entire lobby. Tony was grateful that he didn’t have to face other people and fumbled with the sleeves of his suit jacket while he was anxiously waiting for the elevator to arrive. Why hadn’t he programmed it to move faster?

Steve was already standing in the lobby, Bucky next to him, and their faces were a mixture of worry and guilt. Tony wanted to scream at them, ask them why they couldn’t protect Peter, but the only one he should blame for this was himself. They told him what had happened, told him about the Alpha that had threatened Peter to get into the car. The billionaire had never in his entire life felt such a surge of hate before, an urge to protect and kill if necessary.

“We have to hurry,” Tony rushed out of the building, Steve and Bucky on his heels. “JARVIS? Any possible locations yet?”

“The phone is only three blocks away from Senator Pierce’s home, Sir,” the AI answered, and Tony knew immediately why the Senator was bringing Peter there.

God, he was sick suddenly, his face pale and he had to close his eyes while was opening the driver’s door of his car. Steve urged him aside and took the key’s out of the billionaire’s hand, afraid he was too shaken to drive, while Bucky led him to the passenger seat. They started driving, Steve was breaking every speed law possible, and JARVIS gave him directions based on the location of Peter’s phone.

“He wants him in his nest,” Tony whispered after minutes of tension and silence that was only occasionally disturbed by JARVIS commands. “The bastard wants to bond with him. He wants to force himself of Peter.” The urge to vomit was getting stronger and stronger, and Tony heard a ringing in his ears when his thoughts spiraled downwards.

“Focus, Tony,” Bucky’s voice was strangely neutral, a sign that he had learned to stay clear-headed in combat situations in the army and he released Omega hormones that helped to calm the Alpha at least a little. “They have a head-start of five minutes, we’re still on time. Figure out everything about Pierce's security system you can find.”

Right, security system. Good call. Tony took out the Stark Pad with trembling hands and it was sheer luck that he didn’t drop it on the floor. He avoided thinking about Peter, about his honey-brown eyes, his beautiful face, or his gentle nature. He had work to do, something to focus on.

“JARVIS, hack Google’s satellites. Give me pictures of Pierce’s mansion and every security measure he could have taken.”

“Very well, Sir.” Not even ten seconds later, Tony had an entire plan of Pierce’s house with every security measure that the Senator had installed. It wasn’t much, Tony could break-in in a heartbeat.

It was too easy to be true. “He doesn’t want to keep us out,” the billionaire speculated while he did his best to push his fear aside. “He knows we can’t really do anything once he’s bound to Peter. Pierce is playing on time.” Horror is spreading in his guts. “He’ll bond him immediately because he can’t keep me out anyway.”

“Tony,” Steve’s voice is trembling while he pressed the gas pedal through. “We’ll find him in time, I promise. We’re almost there. Bucky, call the police.” Tony could only hope they would.

The car stopped in front of a huge mansion and Tony was already jumping out when Steve hadn’t turned off the motor yet. His entire body buzzed with anxiety and he didn’t even have the patience to wait for backup in form of Steve or Bucky. His thoughts spiraled around Peter and the imagination of Pierce hurting his Omega made him go feral. There was no way he could wait even a second longer, so he ran to the door and tried to open it.

It was locked. Of course, it was. He shook the handle until his fingers hurt, panic rising inside of him like a wave. His mind was going blank, overtaken by the fear of what Pierce could do to Peter. Every second was counting, and the stupid door didn’t give way.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder tightly and pulled him back. Tony fought, but Steve didn’t let him go, wrapping his arms around Tony’s chest to stop him from escaping. “You have to relax,” Steve made an effort to keep his voice low. “Bucky will open the door. It’s faster and quieter than blasting through it.”

The Omega smiled tightly and pulled out supplies to open a door. It didn’t take thirty seconds until the lock clicked and the door opened, but for Tony, it felt like hours. As soon as he could enter the hallway, the billionaire was already storming the house, following the scent of his Omega. It led him to the living room.

The view made him growl. Peter was kneeling in front of Pierce, his skirt shredded on the floor. He had closed his eyes, hands tied behind his back and Pierce was leaning above him, his teeth close to Peter’s neck. Tony could see that Peter was afraid, he could see that his Omega was shaking in fear and without thinking twice, Tony threw himself at the Senator.

The impact hurt, his weight made the Senator tremble and he fell on his back, Tony latched onto him. The billionaire gripped Pierce's hands and fixated them over his head while his knee was pressed into the Senator’s stomach. Seeing the monster twisting helplessly under him was a treat and he enjoyed every whimper, every hiss of Pierce.

“Stark,” Pierce spat and tried to grin while he was trapped in the billionaire’s grip. “Fancy seeing you here. Do you know that your Omega whore begged me to fuck him? You sure you wanna keep it?”

“That’s a lie, Daddy. Please, don’t believe him,” Peter was whimpering, his voice trembling and weak. Tony could hear how scared he was, but at the same time relived the billionaire had shown up.

Hearing Pierce lying so blatantly, increased his anger even more, and before he realized what he was doing, Tony’s fist connected with the Senator’s chin. The following crack was a satisfying sound, proof that Pierce’s chin was broken. The Senator howled in pain and it fueled the fire inside of Tony even more. He hit a second time, a third, savoring every sound the monster made. His instincts went haywire and his mind was filled with protect and Peter.

The smell of blood filled the room and everyone was quiet aside from Pierce who was whimpering on the floor. Every hit felt like payback and Tony punished Pierce for everything he had done to them. For taking away Peter and forcing him against his will, for making them suffer for weeks, afraid the Senator would kidnap the Omega. His body was completely controlled by his Alpha nature and his instincts screamed at him to kill the bastard.

He probably would have if Peter didn’t stop him. “Daddy,” the Omega was whimpering and Tony turned around after he had tied Pierce’s hands and legs to make sure he couldn’t escape. “Daddy, I love you.”

Tony tried to smile, tried to suppress the guilt, and wrapped his arms around Peter. He didn’t deserve him. This perfect Omega, kind and beautiful, who fulfilled all of his needs and wishes. He had let him out of his eyes, he had made it possible that Pierce got to him.

“I’m sorry.” Tony’s eyes burned when he tugged Peter’s face against his chest. The scent of his boy was filling his nose and he couldn’t stop the purr that emerged his throat. Peter was safe, here in his arms, safe and still unbonded. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, baby. I’m a miserable Alpha. I love you so much.”

Peter started to sob, and he pressed himself closer to Tony’s chest. The boy was hiccupping and shaking while Tony held him in his arms. He had failed, had broken his promise to protect the Omega.

“Daddy, it’s not your fault.” Of course, Peter wouldn’t blame him. He was always nice, but Tony knew better.

“I promise, I’ll bond you tomorrow if you still want me.” Tony didn’t want to admit it, but a single tear was running down his chin. He could have bonded the Omega months ago, Peter had told him he was ready, but the billionaire had dragged it out. If he had only listened to his boy, today wouldn’t have happened.

Undeservedly, Peter gave him a huge smile and his entire face was glowing. He looked so beautiful on his lap, like an exquisite flower Tony had to nourish and protect. “I want this, Daddy. So much. I belong to you.” The words made the billionaire feel warm inside, and although he knew he didn’t deserve it, there was nothing Tony wanted more. He wanted Peter forever and if the Omega was up to it, Tony would take.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Tony suggested and tried to stand up, his arms under Peter’s ass to stabilize his weight. Peter wasn’t wearing anything besides the thong and when Tony’s arm pressed against Peter’s cheeks, the Omega moaned a little. Tony felt bad when the sound went straight to his middle.

“Daddy?” Peter whimpered and looked at Tony with his huge innocent eyes that made the Alpha weak. Whatever Peter would ask of him, Tony would say yes. “Can you take me home?”

God, his boy was adorable. Tony knew Peter could play him like a fiddle, but he didn’t care, glad the Omega stayed by his side. He’d never let him out of his eyes again. Peter was his and tomorrow he would make it forever. He closed his eyes when the realization of almost losing Peter hit him again. No one had ever been this important to him and he would rather die than let Peter endure this again.

When they left the house, Peter safely carried in his arms and his nakedness covered by Tony’s jacket, the police entered the mansion. Steve had already told them what had happened, so Tony and Peter only had to answer a few questions until they were released. They saw how three officers carried a barely conscious Pierce out of the mansion with his hands tied behind his back. He looked horrible, his face bruised and bloody, but nobody would charge Tony since he had been defending his Omega. Alpha’s getting possessive was rarely punished in court.

“I’m so glad you’re fine,” Bucky cried and threw himself against Peter’s backside. Tony trembled slightly under the impact but couldn’t be mad since he completely understood the relief. Bucky and Steve were really good friends and cared for Peter.

Steve, on the other hand, looked as guilty as Tony felt. “Peter, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect anything to happen. If I’d only been a little faster…”

“It’s not your fault,” Peter reassured the blonde, and Tony gripped him tighter. The billionaire’s feelings weren’t rational, but his Omega even smiling at another Alpha made him shake with jealousy. It didn’t matter anymore that Steve had helped saving Peter, his instincts told him to claim his Omega right now.

Peter seemed to sense his emotions because he cuddled closer to Tony’s chest and pressed a soft kiss against his neck. “Love you, Daddy. Let’s drive home.”

Tony cooed and opened the backdoor of his car to place the Omega on his seat. Walking around the car to climb in on the other side already felt like hell. He didn’t want to let go of his Omega, wanted him tugged safely under his arms. As soon as the closed the door behind him, Tony gave up the decent distance and pulled Peter onto his lap. He didn’t care about a seatbelt, as long as he could feel his Omega safe and alive against his body.

Steve and Bucky chuckled slightly when they got into the front of the car. Tony knew they were there, but he didn’t care, too focused on the Omega on his lap. Peter was settled against his chest, his legs on either side of Tony’s. Tony’s jacket had slipped a little, so the Omega’s legs weren’t covered anymore. Peter looked adorable, soft and sweet, something Tony had to protect.

His Alpha instincts always had been strong. He had wanted to protect Peter, had wanted to claim him, and show him off, but it was nothing against the overwhelming urge he felt right now. Almost losing him had fueled the need to claim his boy and Tony could barely hold himself back to sink his teeth into the Omega’s neck.

Peter’s scent was almost too much, a sweet scent of vanilla, roses, and slick that was still lingering from their fuck earlier. Tony felt a little drunk when he buried his nose in Peter’s hair, his instincts telling him to bite and fuck his boy right now. He knew they were in a car, hell, his best friend was driving right now, but every rational thought was taken under by the urge to claim.

Tony pressed his lips against Peter’s, prying them open to enter his Omega’s mouth. He plundered every inch, taking in the delicious taste of his boy while his hands wandered under Peter’s shirt. A rumble left his chest, muffled by Peter’s lips, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Behave,” Steve warned from the driver’s seat, but Tony only growled in response. He was too far gone to care about decency and everything inside of him screamed for the delicate Omega on his lap.

Partly to show Steve that he wouldn’t listen, but also because the pressure became too much, Tony opened the fly of his pants and took out his angry erection. Even his own fingers felt like too much, the denial mixing with the need to show everyone that Peter was his and he barely held back from entering Peter in one stroke. He hadn’t prepped his Omega, fuck, he hadn’t even asked for Peter’s consents.

The thought of forcing his Omega made him back up a little and Tony hesitated mortified. He had been close to fucking Peter in front of their friends, although Peter had been kidnapped only a few hours ago. Shame was bubbling in his chest, bright and painful. He couldn’t even look at his Omega, didn’t want to face what he had almost done.

But instead of accusing Tony, Peter whimpered when he pulled back. “I need you, Daddy. Please.” The Omega sounded so needy, so pitiful, that Tony could deny him. He pulled until the thin fabric of the thong ripped and bared the hole of his Omega. Slick was dripping on his jeans, the scent intensified since the barrier was gone and the smell clouded Tony’s brain. Peter’s arousal was like a drug, making him lose his sanity and the Alpha went feral.

Although Bucky and Steve were sitting in the front, Tony pressed a finger in his Omega’s hole. He was welcomed by the familiar heat, wet and velvety, as well as a loud moan that slipped from Peter’s lips. There was no way their friends hadn’t heard that, and even if they weren’t looking, they could certainly smell and hear them. But to his own horror, Tony liked the thought, liked that someone saw his claim on Peter.

“God, they can hear you, baby,” Tony whispered into Peter’s ear, loud enough for the Omega to hear him, but not for their friends. “You’re like a little slut for me. Dripping although we’re not even alone. Begging for my cock.” His boy whimpered in response, an adorable needy sound that went straight to Tony’s cock. He could feel his own erection twitching, eager with the need to breed his Omega.

Tony pressed a second finger inside the wet heat, savoring the tight grip of Peter’s walls. He wanted this all day, his Omega dripping and clutching around him, the perfect little hole for his cock. As much as he respected and loved Peter, both of them enjoyed reducing Peter to a quivering and dripping mess.

The sounds Peter made were getting louder and louder every second and Tony sucked them up like a sponge. Seeing his Omega’s arousal turned him on, and he pressed Peter closer against his chest so that his boy’s weight would press against his leaking cock. He had already forgotten Steve until the other Alpha spoke up.

“You’re aware we’re still here, aren’t you?” Steve tried to keep his voice neutral, but Tony could hear that it had dropped lower. A hint of another Alpha’s arousal was filling the car and Tony thought he might have even picked up a scent of unfamiliar slick. The billionaire felt a slight pang of jealousy, but not enough for his instincts to attack. He knew making out with his Omega wasn’t proper, brazen even, but after he had almost lost Peter, his sanity had been turned off.

With a growl, Tony pressed in a third finger and Peter’s moans turned into desperate sobs. His boy was so easy for him, a few fingers and he was crying, and Tony had never seen anything more beautiful before. The shame about Peter being his adopted son had lessened over the last few months, leaving appreciation of the gift Peter was giving to him behind. There was no other Omega in the world that would be better for him than his boy.

“God, I love you, baby. I can’t hold back anymore.” Tony pulled his pants further down, as much as possible with a sobbing Omega on his lap and one hand in his dripping hole. His own cock was leaking precome, heavy between his legs and he gripped the base to hold it up.

“Sit down, sweetheart,” Tony encouraged the needy Omega. “Let me show everyone who you belong to.”

The moment Tony pulled out his fingers, Peter’s hips surged forward, and he impaled himself on the Alpha’s cock with a cry. Being inside his boy felt like heaven, warm and wet, a little like coming home. Tony had been afraid that he had lost Peter, afraid that Pierce would destroy everything they had built together, but in the end, everything had worked out. Peter was fine, still unbonded, bouncing on the Alpha’s lap. The feeling of being closer to his boy was so overwhelming that Tony’s shoulders started to shake. He had almost lost this forever.

Peter determined the rhythm, his hands braced on Tony’s shoulders and the Omega bounced on his lap desperately. Tony could hear him moan, could head the wet squelch each time Peter pulled back a little and the sounds emphasized his arousal even more. Peter felt amazing, his hole was warm, and his body was perfect, a study weight on the billionaire’s lap.

He had forgotten that they weren’t alone, his lust-crazed brain solely focused on his Omega, but a sudden moan was bringing him back to reality. Peter hadn’t heard it, he was still riding him as if his life depended on it, but when Tony looked at the front of the car, he could see Bucky staring at them while Steve gripped the wheel a little too tight.

“Baby, they are looking at you,” Tony growled into Peter’s ear and his hands wandered to his Omega’s hips to support his movements. “Do you like the thought? That someone witnesses our claim on each other?”

The cry Tony got in response was almost furious and he knew his boy was getting close. He had figured out early that nothing drove Peter crazier than a few filthy words. The Omega was a slut for humiliation and possessiveness, and Tony delivered patronizing. “God, sweetheart, they can hear what a slut you are for me. You’re crying as if you’d die without me. They can even smell how needy you are.”

Tony knew what he had to do to drive his boy over the edge. “Steve, is Bucky this easy as well? As soon as I give Peter my cock, he can’t think anymore. Can you hear how good he’s taking my cock? Like a stupid little Omega, made to be filled and knotted. Peter is mine.”

Suddenly, two things happened at the same time. Bucky let out the first loud moan, his head thrown back and his face flushed in embarrassment. Tony could see that his fingers were clutched around his thighs, digging into his pants. Interesting. Humiliation seemed not only to work on Peter.

Steve braked abruptly; his knuckles white because he was still gripping the wheel too tightly. A soft growl was echoing through the car, a sign of Steve’s arousal, but it wasn’t loud enough for Tony to feel threatened. Far from it! Seeing how Steve and Bucky react to his Omega made him feel proud. Peter was his and even though a lot of people wanted to fuck and own his boy, he would always belong to Tony. There was no way he wouldn’t claim the Omega tomorrow.

The moment Steve braked, Peter bucked his hips, the impact pressed Tony’s cock against his sweet spot. His legs started to tremble, and his sounds were getting higher, a sign that the Omega was close. Tony started to move. He thrust up, watching how his cock disappeared into the tight heat. Slick was gushed out of Peter, dripping down onto Tony’s thighs and pants. His boy was gorgeous, moaning, and panting like a whore for the Alpha.

It didn’t even take a minute until Peter was falling over the edge. He had been riled up the entire day and the need to be claimed was speeding things up even more. Tony could feel his walls fluttering around him, squeezing his cock as if he wanted to milk him for his come. Every wave of Peter’s orgasm squeezed Tony even more and he got closer and closer while his Omega was squirming on his lap.

“Mine.” Tony roared when he reached his orgasm. The sensation was intense, the need to claim mixing with the relief that his Omega was safe. His cock was pulsing, releasing surge after surge of his seed into his Omega’s body. The feeling of breeding Peter made his mind sing in pleasure and he clutched his Omega’s hips, forcing him to take the growing knot.

Nothing felt better than being tied to his boy. The wet heat was filled with Peter’s slick and his seed, and Tony was glad he couldn’t pull out. He loved the closeness; the intimacy of knotting and a content purr left his lips while he cuddled his Omega closer to his chest. He could die like this, happily buried inside his Omega.

“That was quite the show,” Bucky broke the silence, his voice a little hoarse. “I haven’t known your sex was this intense.”

Tony didn’t have to look down to see that his boy was blushing. A strange surge of pride filled him. His instincts told him he was a good Alpha, caring for his Omega how Peter deserved. Tony was a little horrified that he had lost it completely in front of Steve and Bucky, but the need to claim was still dominant.

“Don’t get used to it, sniper boy,” Tony joked and gave Bucky a provoking grin. “I’m pretty sure Steve has you sobbing on his knot quite often as well.” The billionaire had expected Bucky to blush, but to his surprise, the Omega only grinned broadly.

“That’s a good idea, actually. As soon as we dump them off you have work to do, Stevie.” Steve groaned in response, but Tony could see an anticipating sparkle in his eyes.

“I’ve got my hands full with you, Buck,” Steve teased, and Bucky smiled in response.

“You chose me, it’s too late now.”

The bickering between the pair continued and Tony stopped listening after a while. He leaned back, Peter still pressed against his chest and he savored the lingering buzz in his body. Today had been horrible, but in the end, Peter was safe again and that was everything that counted. Tony knew he didn’t deserve his boy, he was too perfect, too innocent, but there was no way he could back off again. Peter was his and he would spend his entire life proving to the Omega and himself that he could be the perfect Alpha for Peter.

Later, when they were home alone, lying in their bed, Tony pulled Peter against his chest and whispered into his ear how much he loved him. He would make tomorrow perfect for the Omega. A day he would never forget.

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livvibee · 4 years

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Didn't finish my starkercest bingo but still got this lovely participant badge drawn by the talented @starkly. I love it so much, I'm sobbing over how cute it is.

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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You can talk to me about anything

Summary: Peter asks Tony to fulfill one of his fantasies.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 10th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 10th story: Role Play. Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it

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Peter was thinking about it for months, even before he had done anything with his Daddy.

Everything started when Tony was on a business trip in Europe, presenting the latest tech of Stark Industries and the house was empty for the entire weekend. Peter, who had still been pinning for his Daddy back then, looked forward to having the apartment all for himself, not to throw a party but to get off without being afraid to cry his Daddy’s name out loud for once. He tended to become so riled up close to his climax, that he frequently had to muffle the begging for his Daddy in a pillow and he was afraid his Daddy would find out one day.

So Peter hardly imagine anything better than jerking off in peace, maybe even using his favorite vibrator that was too loud to switch on when his Daddy was home. He opened the porn site he always visited, one hand already shoved into his boxers, looking for the ‘Daddy porn’ section he was familiar with by now.

The first video was short, about ten minutes long and only helped to bring him to orgasm once. His arousal had built up over months. Months of hidden jerk off sessions and quick fingering when his Daddy was still at work, therefore Peter decided to drag it out this day, coming at least twice in the evening.

His mind already foggy with pleasure, Peter didn’t read the headlines anymore and suddenly, he found himself watching roleplay porn the entire evening. Car drivers getting fucked by bulky police officers, little twinks bouncing on their teacher’s lap, and patients taking everything up their ass for their doctors. Ashamed, Peter started to realize that he not only wanted to get fucked by his adoptive father, no, he also wanted to pretend to be someone else sometimes.

The thought never let go of him, not even when his secret was finally disclosed by his Daddy. In all these months, his mind had traveled back, and since Tony and he stayed home a lot because of Pierce anyway, Peter gave it a shot. He used all his courage and decided to confront his Daddy with his request on a Sunday morning.

“Daddy?” He was nervous, fumbling with the sleeves of his oversized sweater and unconsciously biting his lips. Usually, his Daddy initiated new things in the bedroom, Peter had never come up with an idea before, but he was finally feeling secure in their relationship. Tony wouldn’t leave him, he would protect and cherish him, even if he wouldn’t like his idea.

The Alpha was sitting on the couch in the living room, skimming through the economy section of the newspaper. He wore his reading glasses and comfy pants, but he was still radiating confidence. When Peter entered the room, he raised his head, looking at him expectantly and waiting for the Omega to speak.

Peter couldn’t look him in the eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor. In his head, approaching the Alpha had been easy, but as soon as he really had to talk about his fantasy, the courage was leaving him. Tony seemed to sense his struggle.

“Baby, come here,” he put the newspaper aside and gestured the Omega to take a seat on his lap. Without a doubt, Peter followed the command and snuggled close to the Alpha’s chest. His scent was calming, lulling Peter in a feeling of being home and before he could change his opinion, he blurted out his thoughts.

“Iwannatalkaboutafantasy.”

After his words, he hid his face against his Daddy’s chest. He was blushing furiously, but at the same time he was relieved he got the sentence out at all. Tony stroked his back and pressed soft kisses on his forehead.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. You can talk with me about anything you wanna try. The worst that could happen is me telling you I don’t like it, but I promise, I won’t laugh, and I won’t judge you for it. Just give it a try.”

Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and gathered all his courage together. “I want you to fuck me as someone else.”

After the conversation with his Daddy, a few days passed. Tony had been willing to try, had even loved the ideas Peter had. He had been proud of him to talk about his fantasies, to ask for things he wanted, especially because Peter was usually pretty shy. However, the Alpha hadn’t made any attempts to initiate roleplay between them, so after a few days, the thoughts faded into the back of his mind.

Peter was busy anyway, working on a project for one of his classes. He was supposed to build a robot and it should have been easy, but he had made one mistake in his programing code and wasn’t able to find it. Over hours and hours, frustration was building inside of him until he finally gave up and asked his Daddy for help.

“How can I help you, Peter?” Although his Daddy rarely called him ‘Peter’, he didn’t suspect anything yet, too frustrated from not finding the mistake.

“I just can’t find the fucking mistake,” he ran his fingers through his hair until he looked wrecked, his lips swollen from how often he had bitten on them. This shit was driving him crazy and he definitely needed a break.

Tony, however, didn’t react like Peter expected him to. “Language.”

The Omega couldn’t stop himself from looking up stunned. Usually, his Daddy didn’t mind him cursing, even encouraged him from letting his feelings out, but today he scolded him for his language? However, one gaze at his Daddy’s face was enough for him to understand what was going on.

He knew his Alpha so well by now he could read every single sign of arousal and seeing his dilated pupils and his hungry gaze made it obvious for him where they were heading. In an instant, his mood changed from frustrated to playful.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark,” he lowered his gaze bashfully. “I forgot my manners for a second.”

“It’s all right, Peter,” Tony’s chuckle was dark, promising the things he would do to him and Peter trembled under his voice. Anticipation was filling him, lightening every cell of his body and making him squirm in delight. “Now tell me what the problem is.”

“Every time I turn on the robot, the program crashes after a few seconds. There must be an error in the code, but I can’t seem to find it.” He tried his best to sound innocent and he looked pleadingly at Tony with wide eyes.

His Daddy’s gaze turned predatory, and he smirked as he leaned forward. One hand was propped on the back of Peter’s chair while the other one was resting on his thigh, a little too high to be considered appropriate. Tony pretended to look on the screen of the computer, his face close to Peter’s neck and he could feel his Daddy’s breath grazing his skin.

Peter wanted to throw his head back, wanted to offer it to his Daddy. Tension was building between them and slowly the Omega felt himself getting wet. The scent of his arousal must have filled the room by now, but his Daddy didn’t react besides a subtle stumble in his breath. Peter was fighting against himself, fighting to remain in his role. He wanted this, he wanted to try it out, so there was no way he would ruin this with his neediness.

“M-Mr. Stark, t-that’s inappropriate,” his voice was trembling, not from outrage but arousal.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t pay attention.” Tony sounded truly apologetic, but he didn’t take away his hand. Instead, he started to draw circles on Peter’s thigh, his hand wandering higher and higher until he was almost touching his cock. Peter couldn’t stop the moan that slipped past his lips. Acting horrified, he slapped his hand over his mouth, even though it had been too late anyway. Tony’s smirked made it crystal clear that he had heard his noise.

“I need some time to find the mistake, Peter,” his Daddy said smugly. “Scoot over, let me have a closer look at the screen.”

Peter obeyed hurryingly, standing up to offer him the chair, but before he could even take a step aside, the Alpha had sat down and pulled him onto his lap, back to chest. He could feel the huge bulk pressed against his ass, could feel that the drenched fabric of his pants was rubbing all over Tony’s crotch. For a second, his eyes fluttered close in arousal, his hips moving once and twice, creating delicious friction against his covered hole before he caught himself and reminded him what this was about.

“M-Mr. Stark, you can’t just…, it’s not proper, I…”

“Shh.” This time, Tony’s voice wasn’t teasing anymore but filled with Alpha command. “Be quiet, Peter and stop wiggling, I can’t find the mistake when you act like a needy bitch. Better be glad if I still give you a good grade, even though you need my help with your project.”

Humiliation was crashing through his body, making his insides tingle with pleasure. Slick was gushing out of him in waves, clouding the air with the sweet scent and he had to fight every urge inside of him to stop himself from moving. Just the imagination that Tony was his professor, using his authority to force the Omega onto his lap, was enough for him to see stars.

Tony continued staring at the screen, searching for the mistake in Peter’s code. His focus wasn’t on Peter and the thought made him even hotter. Slowly, his thighs started to tremble under the strain of staying still and when Tony’s finger found one of his nipples, he moaned like a whore for the first time.

Suddenly, the focus of the Alpha was back on him again. “Peter, you should be ashamed of yourself,” the disappointed felt almost real. “I try to help you and you act like a needy bitch, getting your slick all over me. At least get off your pants, they are drenched and filthy.”

The words were the last straw and he started to move his hips again. Being accused of acting slutty, even though his Daddy had pulled him onto his lap, was enough to make his hole clench, to make him shiver with arousal. He knew he was easy for the Alpha, and if his Daddy had been his professor, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stay away from him as well, the attraction between them too intense.

A loud smack on his ass made him jump, the slight pain mixing with his arousal. “I said take off your pants. Do I have to repeat myself? Don’t you want a good grade anymore?”

Oh, god. Peter moaned and scrambled off his Daddy’s lap, pulling down his trousers and his panties until he could finally feel the air against his dripping hole. Everything was turning him on, and before he could think twice, he was back on Tony’s lap, rubbing himself all over the Alpha’s trousers.

Tony growled in pretended anger. “What do you think you're doing here? Isn’t it already enough that you are a needy mess, now you ruin my pants as well?” He received a second smack on his naked ass and his eyes rolled back from the delicious pain.

“I’m so so sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter looked at him with watering eyes, his lower lip trapped between his teeth. “I didn’t want it, I swear. Please don’t let me fail this class.”

The words coaxed the first purr of the evening out of his Daddy. “I forgive you, one last time, but only if you’re good for me. Come on, get me out of my ruined pants, show me how sorry you are.” Eagerly, Peter dashed forward, opening his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His Daddy’s thick cock was finally free, leaking furiously and Peter wanted nothing more than to choke on it.

“Make yourself useful, boy.” Tony gestured him to sit between his spread legs, his cock twitching in anticipation of the wet heat of Peter’s mouth, but the Omega lowered his gaze ashamed.

“M-Mr. Stark, I can’t. It’s inappropriate.”

The words made the Alpha growl furiously and he grabbed Peter’s neck, forcing him to his knees and pressed his cock into his mouth without giving him time to get used to it. “Slowly, I start to think you don’t want to pass this class,” he growled while Peter was gagging around his thick cock. “I asked you to make yourself useful and I don’t want to repeat myself.”

With a high-pitched whimper, Peter started to work, bobbing his head up and down and savoring his Daddy on his tongue. He trailed patterns all over the hard shaft, sucking every drop of precome up like it was water in the desert. He hummed around it, forcing himself to take more of his Daddy, to take him deeper and there was no way in hell he could pretend he didn’t like doing this.

“Look at you, little slut,” Tony’s voice was hoarse. “Acting like a prude although you want nothing more than getting stuffed by your professor. Are you that eager for me? Whoring yourself out to get a good grade?”

Peter pinched his eyes shut, counting in his head from one to ten. He was so close, way too close given that nothing had touched his hole or his cock, not even his own hands. He had never been so turned on before, wanting to sit between Tony’s spread legs forever.

Time lost its meaning with his Daddy’s cock inside of his mouth, it blurred together, left him feeling floaty and content. Everything that mattered was his Daddy, his taste, his scent, his everything, and Peter lost himself in the feeling of his Daddy on his tongue. He felt so filthy, so humiliated, and the shame was fueling the fire inside of him.

When Tony eventually pulled back his head, Peter whined in distress. “Don’t act up, you little slut. Sit on my cock while I show you the mistake you made.”

“Yes Mr. Stark,” his voice was raspy, his throat sore from his Daddy’s thick length, but it didn’t matter to him, made him feel like a good boy instead. His legs wobbled when he got up and the Alpha didn’t help him but watched him struggle for balance. Finally, he seated himself on his Daddy’s lap, Tony’s tip nudging against his hole.

“You forgot one character. Do you see it?” The Alpha was pointing at the screen, showing him the mistake Peter had made, but the Omega was too far gone to even focus on his code. Everything he could concentrate on was the leaking cock against his hole, spurting precome all over his thighs while new slick was making him messy.

He knew it was a mistake, new it didn’t suit the role he played, but he pushed his hips back, impaling himself on his Daddy in one stroke. They moaned in unison. The fit was tight, tighter than usual. Peter rarely took his Daddy’s cock without prep outside his heat, and it was burning, hurting even, but he loved it still. He would be sore tomorrow, maybe not even able to sit and the thought made his insides clench in arousal, gripping his Daddy’s cock even tighter.

“God, you are a slut,” Tony tried to sound mean, humiliating, but Peter could still hear a hint of affection laying underneath. “Look at you, I’m not even asking you, but you still fuck yourself on me as if you would die without a proper cock inside of you. Think you might pass if you just act slutty enough?”

Peter could only moan in return. He was so thankful, thankful for his Daddy’s love, for his cock, and especially thankful that he did this for him. His Daddy length was filling him deliciously, pressing against all the right spots, and assaulting his prostate. Nothing would ever feel as good as sitting on the Alpha’s cock.

“Let’s make a deal, Peter. When you make me come without coming yourself before, I let you pass. Let me see how badly you want it, show me how important it is to you.”

Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He started to move his hips, dragging himself up and down, bouncing on his Daddy’s cock. His own cock was leaking precome as well, still untouched and it swayed with every thrust on his hips. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with the urge to touch himself, to come on his Daddy’s cock, but once he would touch his erection, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. So he kept his hands to himself, clenched them to fists, and tried his best not to move them.

“So tight on my cock, like a virgin. Tell me, boy. Am I the first one fucking your slutty hole? Would you do anything for a good grade?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” Peter’s answer was a breathless cry, his entire body straining from his movements. He lost himself in the fantasy, eagerly bouncing on Tony’s cock to improve his grade. He could feel every bump in his Daddy’s cock, every inch splitting him open and he knew he was close. If he didn’t up the game now, he would come before his Daddy.

“Mr. Stark,” his voice was wrecked from arousal. “Please, let me pass, please, I’ll do anything, I swear.”

He got a roar in return. “Aren’t you already doing everything, slut? You are already bouncing on my cock, already crying for me to fill you. What could you still offer to convince me?”

The question was an easy one but stuffed to the brim, Peter found it hard to think. His legs were trembling, slick leaking out of him and the room was filled with little gasps and whimpers. He propped his arms on the table, the computer screen in front of him long forgotten, moving his hips desperately while he did his best to think about a good answer.

“I’ll come to your office twice a week after classes. Let you stuff me full again and again. I won’t tell anyone, just please let me pass, please fuck me, Mr. Stark.”

Although the pleasure was taking a toll on him as well, Tony pretended to ponder, his eyes fixed on Peter in hunger. He watched his cock disappearing again and again in Peter’s hole, glistening from his slick that was spread everywhere.

“All right, boy,” he finally gave in, his hips thrusting up and meeting Peter halfway. “We have a deal. You let me fuck you twice a week and I let a dumb slut pass the class.”

The words were too much, Peter felt could feel how his walls started to clench rhythmically, trying to milk his Daddy. He was sweating, his entire body shivering in arousal and there was no chance to hold back much longer. Before he would completely lose himself, Peter tried for the last time.

“I’ll be your slut, your slave, I promise. I’ll do anything you want. You can mark me, you can breed me, you can show everyone how easy I am for you, how pathetic. Please, come for me Mr. Stark. Fill me up.” The words seemed to hit just right. The moment he felt the heat exploding inside of him, Tony started coming as well, his tip pressed snugly against his prostate.

Come after come was filling him, stuffing and marking him, while Peter was falling apart. The movement of his hips stopped, he couldn’t lift his body anymore but thankfully Tony was grinding into him, working his knot into Peter’s body. The orgasm was taking him apart in waves and it didn’t stop, the assault of his prostate making it impossible for him to come down.

In contrast to Alpha’s bodies, Omegas weren’t made to come for minutes, but his Daddy was milking spurt after spurt from his cock anyway. The sensations didn’t stop, wrecking him and grabbing him tightly, until his vision started to blur and his body couldn’t do more than twitch weakly.

He didn’t pass out this time, trapped on the Alpha’s cock, and pressed against his chest, but he was close. He didn’t want to surrender to the sweet darkness, wanted to tell his Daddy how thankful he was, how good the Alpha had been for him.

The knot was catching on his rim, plugging him up with a huge load of come and his own slick. Peter slumped against his Daddy, his entire body going limp from overstimulation and a dopily grin spread on his face when he felt that Tony still hasn’t stopped coming.

“Thank you, Daddy. You were amazing.”

The Alpha purred, content to knot his Omega and he pressed kisses against Peter’s temple. “You were amazing as well, baby. So good for me. I love that you told me what you like, I love that you’re getting comfortable around me.”

Peter smiled sweetly, turned his head, and pressed his lips lightly against the Alpha’s. The kiss was chaste, sweet, a reminder of how much they meant to each other.

“I love you, Daddy.” He earned another kiss and snuggled closer against Tony’s chest.

“I love you, too, baby.” Everything was perfect. “By the way, I actually found the mistake.” Peter started to laugh.

#starker #starkercestbingo2020

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You and me, forever

I can’t believe that this is my last Bingo OS. TY for all the feedback <3

Summary: Tony and Peter bond.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 15th @starkercestevent contribution and it’s better to read the other parts first. Kink for the 15th story: A/B/O. Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Disgustingly fluffy; Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it; for further warnings check out Ao3

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When Peter woke up the following morning, the memories came back slowly. He was equally excited and scared, excited that today was the day his Daddy would finally bond him, but also scared that he couldn’t leave the situation with Pierce behind. During the whole day when he had been kidnapped, Peter had been composed, looking for solutions and focusing on his Alpha. However, when the door of their bedroom had closed behind them, Peter had cried for hours, safely tugged in his Daddy’s arms. They had talked until dawn, Peter about how scared he had been and Tony about his guilt. In the end, the Omega had promised his Daddy to go to a therapist together, even if he thought he didn’t need it. His Daddy had called a specialist, considerate as he was, and next Monday, they would go to their first session. But before, they wanted to finally bond.

Tony was already awake when Peter finally opened his eyes, the bed empty but still warm. Peter smiled and closed his eyes again for a few seconds. He loved the domestic feeling, their bed still warm from Tony’s body heat and he could hear the Alpha rummaging around in the kitchen. This was what he had always wanted, and even though people had tried to take it away from him, Pierce and the media, today would finally be the day when his dream came true.

With a sigh, Peter pulled back the blanket and left the bed. He was dressed in nothing more but his Daddy’s boxers which he had thrown on yesterday at night. They were a little loose on his hips, showing off his hip bones and the curve of his ass. His hair was tousled, and he rubbed his eyes while he walked barefoot into the kitchen.

Tony stood in front of the oven, wearing nothing but comfortable sweats and a tight t-shirt. He made pancakes; a huge pile was already done. Peter couldn’t stop himself from watching his Daddy’s muscular arms that were flexing with every move the Alpha made. He could feel how his mouth watered, partly from the delicious smell of the pancakes and partly because of his Daddy. He was the luckiest Omega in the entire world.

“Morning Daddy,” Peter nuzzled against his Alpha’s side and suppressed a whimper when his Daddy wrapped one of his strong arms around the Omega’s middle. Tony was the most handsome Alpha Peter had ever seen.

“Morning, baby.” Tony pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I’ve made pancakes. Grab two plates and coffee. I’ll take the rest.”

Peter smiled at him and did as he was told. The table was already set otherwise, silverware, and a huge bouquet of roses in the middle. The Omega blushed. His Daddy was always spoiling him with little gifts, jewelry, clothes, or flowers, but he couldn’t get used to it. Every single gift made him feel special and he was grateful to belong to the Alpha.

“I love you,” Peter said when his Daddy came in, carrying the pancakes. “More than anything in the world.” The smile he got in return was worth all the trouble he had endured during the last weeks. It felt right and when the Alpha said the three words back, Peter was sure he had never cherished what they had more than in this moment.

The pancakes weren’t that good. Sure, Peter had eaten one, but it had been too sweet, and he was afraid he would die of sugar-rush. Tony had spat his bite out, apologized three times and even though Peter had offered to make new ones, the Alpha refused and ordered delivery breakfast that arrived not even twenty minutes later. Money could really get you anything.

After breakfast, Peter tried to convince his Alpha to stay in bed. He had stripped off Tony’s boxers and presented enticingly, but everything he got out of it was his Daddy’s tongue in his dripping hole. No knot, and no mating bite.

“Later,” Tony promised with a sulking Peter on his lap. “I wanna make this special, baby.” After these words, Peter couldn’t even stay mad, so he pulled out some of his nicest clothes, tight jeans that emphasized the swell of his ass and a velvety crop top, and got ready to leave for whatever Tony had planned.

Tony took him out to the cinema first, although it wasn’t even noon. He had bought the entire cinema for the day, of course he had, so they could sit wherever they wanted, talk as loud as they wanted, and Peter even caught Tony throwing popcorn him. Sweet popcorn obviously. Tony had gotten his hands on a superhero movie that wasn’t even officially out yet and Peter spent two hours cuddling with his Alpha and sucking up every scene. He could be quite a nerd sometimes.

Later Tony took him out to lunch, a small restaurant that served real Italian pizza, Peter’s favorite. They spent the time laughing together and after one of the most delicious meals ever, they went for a little walk in Central Park until it started to get dark. Peter was thankful for every single moment and the feelings for his Alpha overwhelmed him, making him almost cry multiple times during the day.

“That wasn’t everything, baby,” Tony promised after they had quietly walked through New York for half an hour. Peter was holding his hand, their fingers intertwined and the feeling of bubbling happiness in his stomach didn’t stop. “I have a last surprise for you.”

Peter whimpered; a high-pitched Omega sound and he couldn’t say a single word. He followed his Daddy while his thoughts were spinning, overwhelmed by the day and his Alpha’s feelings.

Tony led him to a tall office building that was already dark, a rare sight in the middle of New York City. The lobby was empty, so was every single floor they passed. His Daddy pressed the button of the elevator and to Peter’s surprise, JARVIS voice was answering and welcoming them in the building.

“JARVIS, top floor,” Tony commanded, and the elevator started to move.

“Have you bought the building?” Peter asked, curious about what his Alpha had planned.

Tony laughed. “No, I’ve rented it, but I’ve got the permission to install JARVIS in the security system for the day.” Peter was impressed. What couldn’t his Daddy achieve?

When the elevator stopped, Tony pulled him closer to his side, one arm wrapped around Peter’s shoulders. He felt protected and cared for, a fuzzy feeling that made him smile. The Alpha led him to a door opposite the elevator, and a cold breeze made Peter shiver when his Daddy opened the door.

“After you,” Tony held the door open like a real gentleman and Peter could feel a slight pull in his guts. The Alpha was perfect, and his Omega instincts made him preen under the attention.

If Peter had thought his Daddy had already put effort into planning the trip to the cinema and the lunch, it was nothing compared to this. They were standing in the middle of a roof, the lights of New York City all around them. Peter felt as if he was in a movie, discovering a secret place with his Alpha.

The entire rooftop was decorated with fairy lights and in the middle was a tiny pavilion with a see-through ceiling. Underneath, Tony had stacked blankets and pillows, building a blanket fort Peter has always dreamed about. It was decorated with lights as well and they were dancing around, almost looking like fireflies in the wilderness.

“It’s amazing,” Peter was awestruck and couldn’t do more than press himself against his Daddy. He could feel the first tear slip from his eyes and he buried his face against his Daddy’s chest. It was too much, too perfect, and couldn’t believe that this was his life.

“Come with me, baby,” Tony untangled Peter’s face from his shirt and placed one arm under Peter’s ass, before he lifted the Omega, forcing him to wrap his legs around the Alpha’s middle. Tony carried him over to the blanket fort while he whispered in his ear how much he loved him, what a perfect Omega he was.

Peter clutched to his Alpha, unwilling to ever let him go. He enjoyed being carried around, loved that his Alpha was so much stronger than him, that he could protect him and hold him down. Tony had shown just yesterday what a good Alpha he was, rescuing Peter within minutes.

When Tony lowered him onto the mattress that was hidden under the overwhelming amount of pillows, Peter whimpered a little. He wanted to be close to the Alpha, didn’t want him to pull back. But Tony chuckled slightly, turning on a heater on the other end of the pavilion.

“I don’t want you to get cold,” Tony explained and pulled back the blanket Peter was buried under to get closer to his Omega. “I love you, baby, and I want this day to be special.”

“It is special already,” Peter assured him before he cuddled closer against his Daddy’s chest. It was perfect, lying here, surrounded by the scent of his Alpha. He had never known so certain that he wanted this forever, that he wanted Tony’s love and maybe someday even his kids.

They enjoyed the moment in silence, basking in each other’s presence, and savoring the quietness after the trouble of the last few weeks. Both of them deserved to relax and being on their own on a rooftop in New York City without anyone threatening them was everything Peter needed right now.

After some time had passed, Tony sat up again, leaving Peter for a few seconds to get some things. “Champaign?” Peter nodded and Tony offered him a glass. This was perfect, and the more Tony gave him, the better Peter knew that it was just his Daddy that he truly needed.

“I have another gift for you,” Tony confessed and pulled a small package out of his jacket. Peter smiled at his Alpha, taking the gift and started to unwrap it.

“I don’t have words for how much I love you, Daddy,” Peter said while his fingers were busy removing the wrapping paper. He could hear how his Alpha cleared his throat, touched by Peter’s words. When the Omega finally got rid of the wrapping paper, he held a small black box in his hand. His fingers trembled as he opened the lid, already guessing what was inside.

The box contained a ring, simple silver with a clear stone in the middle. Peter swallowed, tear running down his face and he looked up in his Alpha’s face. Tony looked nervous, his hands trembling as much as Peter’s, and the Omega could see how much courage it took for his Daddy to speak up.

“Peter, you’re everything for me. My son, my love, my Omega. I want to get old with you by my side, as my husband, as my lover. I want to build a house with you, want to live the domestic dream with little kids around us. There’s no way I’ll ever deserve you, you’re so perfect and beautiful, but I promise I’ll try for my entire life. It doesn’t matter what others think, it doesn’t matter if I lose everything. The only important thing in my life is you, baby. Peter Stark, will you do me the honor and marry me.”

Peter couldn’t do more than nod, he was full force sobbing by now. He had always wanted this, bonded and married, and Tony made both dreams come true in one night. His Daddy was smiling at him when he put the ring on the Omega’s finger and Peter had never seen him happier before. The Alpha pressed his lips against the Omega’s and Peter could taste champaign and a little salt from his tears.

They stayed quiet for a while, Peter sobbing in Tony’s arms, while he tried to get his feelings back under control. All his dreams were coming true in one day and his mind was flooded with love for his Daddy. Without the Alpha holding him right now, he would fall apart.

There shouldn’t be a way for Tony to top this, but once Peter had calmed down a little, he heard a whiz that was followed by a huge bang. He turned around in Tony’s arms, never once leaving the embrace, and looked up into the night. New York was brightened by a million lights, red, blue, green, dancing in the sky.

“Daddy, did you organize the fireworks?” Peter was turning his head to look the Alpha into the eyes again. Tony only smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, Peter felt a surge of heat bubbling in his body, a mixture of gratefulness, love, and arousal. The feelings were so intense that he pressed a hard kiss against his Daddy’s lips, their teeth clunking together before Peter calmed down a little and the kiss became softer.

“You’re everything to me, Daddy,” Peter said while firework after firework was exploding behind them, lightening Tony’s face in all different colors. “There’s no way I’m ever going to leave you. I’d die for you, I’ll do everything to make you happy. I wanna be your Omega forever. Please, Alpha. Please, bond me.”

Tony growled, wrapped his arms around Peter’s middle, and shifted them until Peter was lying on his back. The Alpha was towering over him, caging him in, a sign that he would protect Peter from everything.

“I still ask you for the last time, baby. Do you really want this?” The Alpha’s voice was already hoarse, but he held back, determined to make this perfect.

“Yes, Daddy. I want this. I want you to bond me and I want you to marry me.” The smile on Peter’s face was bright and so absolutely happy that the Alpha started smiling himself.

Peter laid back on the mattress and bared his throat for the Alpha to claim. It was thrilling and arousing to surrender the control to his Daddy, ready to be a part of the other man. Tony growled his usual possessive sound, but it was deeper today, filled with love and the knowledge that he would claim Peter for real. The Alpha came closer, his lips grazing his jaw, wandering lower until they were pressed against his claiming glands. But instead of the expected bite, Peter could only feel a soft suckle, that made his arousal spike.

Surge after surge of hot pleasure buzzed inside of him, making him squirm and whimper. He arched his back and pressed himself closer against his Daddy’s body. “Please, Daddy. Please, I need it. I need you.”

Usually, Tony would answer with a chuckle. He would tease Peter even further, call him a needy slut and humiliate him until the Omega wouldn’t even know his own name anymore. But today, everything was softer, less of a game and more of a need for them to be together.

Tony stripped him with a fondness. He took off his clothes, admired the special set of red lingerie Peter had picked for today before he pulled it down as well. Then, he got rid of his own clothes until they were both naked, firm muscles pressed against soft skin. They were lying naked and newly engaged on a rooftop in New York, firework exploding around them and now his Daddy would finally claim him.

The first finger that was pressed inside of him made Peter burn and he squirmed on the sheets. He could feel himself tearing up, desperate for what was about to come. Knowing that his Daddy would be so close soon, buried in his body and his heart, made him want a second finger immediately, but his Daddy controlled the pace.

Peter’s body slicked up, his hole dripping around the finger, and he ruined the mattress they were lying on. He became impatient, impatient for his Daddy’s cock, and his Daddy’s bite, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment with his neediness, so he forced himself to stay quiet. Thankfully, the Alpha had mercy and pushed a second finger inside.

Being filed up slowly was one of the best sensations and Peter savored the burn as much as the pleasure. Whimpers, begs and little cries left his lips, filling the pavilion and urging the Alpha on to take what the Omega offered. Tony was losing it as well, his carefully controlled pleasure taken over by the need to claim. The Alpha’s eyes sparkled, an expression so hungry that Peter’s eyes rolled back, and he bared his throat even further for the bite.

“Take me, Daddy,” Peter begged. “I wanna feel the stretch. I wanna feel you tomorrow.”

It was a sign of how far gone the Alpha was that he didn’t protest. Instead, he placed the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole and pressed inside. The fit was tight, Peter’s body wasn't stretched enough to take his Daddy like this outside of a heat, but after a few seconds, he let him in, giving way inch by inch.

Even though it burned, Peter didn’t realize it anymore. His mind was filled with love, his body was filled with his Daddy and he knew it was only a matter of minutes until he would finally belong to Tony Stark, most eligible Alpha in the entire country.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” Peter sobbed when Tony had bottomed out, his entire body burning from the Alpha inside. He had never felt so close to his Daddy before, so close to his body and his mind.

The first thrusts didn’t even hurt anymore. Peter could feel the cock rubbing against his wall, grazing the sweet spot inside of him and making him see stars. Tony didn’t give him any time, he was already taking him as if he owned Peter, owned the Omega’s pleasure. The fast pace was a relief because there was no way Peter could wait for the bite much longer.

They were trapped in their own world, a world in which only the two of them existed. Peter didn’t notice the fairy lights anymore, he didn’t even notice that the firework had stopped. He was caught up in his Daddy and each time his Daddy’s cock thrust against his sweet spot, Peter could feel himself coming closer to the edge.

“Now Daddy,” Peter begged, and he looked into his Daddy’s eyes. They were clouded, just like the Omega’s, and he could see all the love, all the adoration on Tony’s face.

“Okay, baby,” Tony smiled at him and lowered his head until his lips were pressed against his glands again. “I love you. You’re mine. Forever.” And then he bit down.

It was nothing like Peter had expected. There was no pain, even though he could feel that his Daddy had drawn blood. Instead, it felt like floating. He had read about out-of-body experiences before and it felt exactly how people had described it online. His mind was leaving his body, entwining with Tony’s until Peter truly thought they were one. He could feel his Daddy, his love, and his arousal and before Tony even had the time to thrust again, Peter was coming.

He took Tony over the edge as well. Two orgasms buzzed through his body, both at the same time, and Peter sobbed to endure the feelings. His mind was filled with emotions that weren’t his, an overwhelming possessiveness, and a satisfied need to claim. Peter knew they were coming from his Daddy, but it didn’t change that he experienced them as his.

It took him a while until he was coming back to himself, his Daddy still linked to his mind, but it was bearable now. He could distinguish between his Daddy’s and his own feelings again, the overwhelming thought of owning someone only lingered in the back of his mind. The love of his Daddy dominated everything, and Peter finally knew for certain that his feelings were reciprocated in the same intensity. He wanted to tell his Daddy how much he loved him, how much he needed him, so he tried to press a part of his feelings towards the lingering presence in the back of his mind.

Tony, who was still caging him in, teared up suddenly, something Peter had never seen before. “This was right,” the Alpha decided, and the words made Peter feel warm inside. Tony had doubted them so much after the media blamed him for corrupting Peter and knowing that he didn’t regret their permanent bond was everything Peter had ever wanted.

Carefully, Tony turned them around until Peter was lying on his chest, his cock still buried inside of Peter. The Omega noticed during the movement that his Daddy had knotted him. He had been so overwhelmed that the pressure inside of him had been pushed into the back of his mind, but now that they had calmed down, he could savor the fullness again.

“Let’s marry soon,” Tony said impulsively. “I don’t want to wait for years, and I don’t want to invite too many people. What do you think about Steve, Bucky, Pepper, Ned, and MJ?”

Peter smiled at his lover, no, his fiancé and pressed a small kiss against his lips. “I’d love it, Daddy. People will judge anyway; I don’t want them to meddle with our relationship on our wedding day.”

The Alpha chuckled in response and his hands wandered to Peter’s back. He held his Omega close, although they were still knotted, although they couldn’t part anyway. “We could have a small ceremony in a few weeks and fly somewhere warm after.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled when he heard the suggestion. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I wanna go to the beach.”

“Everything for you, baby. My Omega.” Peter preened under the words, knowing for certain they’re it for each other until death.

They stayed silent after the words, each of them thinking about their wedding day. The lights of New York were still dancing around them, and Peter observed the light of an airplane while he drowned in thoughts.

After a few minutes of content silence, Peter finally spoke up. “Daddy, what do you think about me not taking birth control anymore?”

He had expected pondering or at least some concerns, but the only answer he got was a huge smile. “I’d love that, baby.” And suddenly the dream of marrying the perfect Alpha, finishing his studies and getting kids was closer than ever.

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Dreaming about you

Summary: Peter misses his Daddy while he is away on a business trip. Thankfully, the internet exists.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 7th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 7th story: Erotic Dreams. Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it.

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It was already freezing outside, but Peter wasn’t cold. He was lying on a soft blanket, a little too soft given that he was in the middle of a forest and the trees surrounding him were gently swaying in the wind. The moon lit up the clearing, bathing it in soft light and a thousand little fireflies danced around him. The scenery looked unreal like it had risen from a fairytale, and Peter didn’t even know how he got here.

“Baby?” The gentle voice of his Daddy was whispering in his ear, and when he turned his head, he could see his Alpha lying beside him. He was naked, the moonlight made him glow and Peter could see a couple of fireflies flying around him.

“Is this real, Daddy?” Peter was skeptical, trying to touch the Alpha and his hand met skin.

“I don’t know, baby.” Tony’s voice was deep and smooth, like honey, and Peter leaned closer to get a breath of his Daddy’s scent. The familiar Alpha smell was clouding his senses and the hint of coffee made him feel like home. Although he didn’t know how he had gotten here, Peter was calm, savoring the quiet atmosphere next to his Daddy.

“Come closer, sweetheart,” his Alpha ordered, wrapping his arms around Peter’s middle and pulling him on top of his chest. Skin met skin, a warm feeling that was intensified by being close to his Daddy. Had he been naked before?

“I love you, baby. So much.” Their lips touched and even though his Daddy took the control, it was chaste and sweet and stayed that way, so unlike them. Usually, hunger was taking them over after a few seconds, the need to claim or be claimed, but here, in the middle of the unfamiliar forest, Tony devoured Peter as if he was going to break.

“I want to feel you close. Would you make love to me?” There was a brief moment of confusion. Why didn’t his Daddy just take him? Why was he asking? And where was the usual desperation? But once his Daddy had pulled his hips up and entered him in one thrust, Peter couldn’t think anymore.

The sensation was different, easier, and light as a feather. Peter didn’t notice that his Daddy hadn’t prepped him, and a floating sensation was washing over his body. It felt unreal, the situation too perfect, so unlike them, but the Omega had stopped questioning it. As long as he was with his Daddy, with his Alpha, he would be protected and safe.

Tony’s hand slipped between their bodies and his fingers wrapped around his leaking cock. Arousal was crashing over him, warmer than usual, less desperate, lightening up every cell of his body and Peter could stay like this forever. There was no need to come, no need to speed things up, the only important thing was his Daddy inside of him.

“Baby, can you ride me? Show me how much you love me? How good you can be for me?” The Alpha’s voice was free of commands, just love, but Peter followed his wish anyway. He wanted to please the Alpha with every fiber of his heart.

His hips moved slowly, savoring the friction inside of his body and Peter sighed in contentment. There was no room for hurry or judgment, only the love that was binding them together. No one was telling them they couldn’t be, that they shouldn’t be.

It was perfect, in a fanciful way, like a fairytale that was too far away from reality. The fireflies were still dancing, more and more appearing around them until they were forming a cloud of light. Peter blinked. Was it real? He loved the softness, the idyllic scene, but suddenly it felt wrong. Since when was his Daddy patient? Didn’t Peter love being overwhelmed by his Alpha?

His surroundings started to blur, melting together until he was drowning in a swirl of colors. His Daddy was disappearing and so was the forest, consumed by the light of the fireflies. He blinked, once, twice, but when he concentrated on the outlines, they faded away even faster. Then everything went black.

When Peter opened his eyes again, he was lying in his own bed, wrapped in two blankets. He was alone and a little horny, Tony left for a business trip to China a few days ago, and the absence of his Alpha soured his mood. The bed felt cold and a bit too big, although it was stuffed with pillows and blankets, and Peter closed his eyes, wishing he could go back to the forest again. He missed his Daddy, missed his warmth and his scent, but it would still take a week until the Alpha would come back.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, Peter pulled himself together. He should stop pitying himself, shouldn’t waste the day staying in bed, and get things done instead, but he felt so fucking alone in the huge apartment. For a moment, he thought about satisfying the dull need inside of his body, but it felt wrong without his Alpha next to him.

Peter knew his feelings weren’t entirely rational, that they were caused by the lack of a mating bite. When unbonded Omegas spend too much time in the company of a compatible unbonded Alpha, their bodies form connections, pressuring them to seek the Alpha’s presence until they were properly claimed. Although Peter knew he was ready for the bite, his Daddy wanted him to take some time and think it through. As much as he loved the fact that his Alpha owned him, he was glad his Daddy gave him the opportunity to decide this on his own, even though he had already been ready before they had started a relationship a few months ago.

He sighed, reminding himself again and again that the overpowering sensations were increased by his hormones. Missing his Daddy was hell and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling out his phone. He didn’t want to bug his Daddy, wanted to give him space to manage business in China, but the message was sent before he could think twice.

[9:05 AM] from Peter to Daddy: Miss you, Daddy.

Eventually, Peter convinced himself to get up. He put on dark red panties, his Daddy’s favorites, and hesitated for a second before he opened the laundry basket and pulled out a worn ACDC t-shirt of his Daddy. Immediately, the familiar scent of his Alpha surrounded him, easing the oppressive feeling in his chest.

Peter went into the kitchen and switched on the coffee machine. Usually, the black substance would help him feel better, so he searched for the largest cup he could find. While the coffee was brewing, Peter’s phone ringed, announcing a message from his Daddy.

[9:05 PM] from Tony to Baby Boy: Miss you, too, baby. Time for a little chat?

All of a sudden, Peter’s mood brightened, and he pressed the call button even before his coffee was ready. Fortunately, his Daddy picked up immediately.

“Daddy, I miss you,” Peter whined before the Alpha could say a single word.

“Baby, I miss you, too.” Tony sounded tired but relieved, his voice was like music in Peter’s ears and he relaxed a little. Grabbing his coffee, Peter took his phone and walked over to the living room, making himself comfortable on the couch.

“How was work?”

The Alpha sighed deeply. “As usual. The customers had many demands and questions, but at the end of the day, everyone was happy. I’m exhausted, though.”

Peter whined, a high unhappy sound. Hearing that his Alpha was exhausted, and Peter couldn’t be there to make him feel better, hurt a little. “Daddy, if you were here, I would give you a massage. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

The Alpha chuckled slightly. “You’re too cute, baby. But actually, there’s something that would help. Turn on your laptop and video chat me. I wanna see you.”

Peter immediately hurried to obey. He took his laptop from his old room where he had slept before he had started sharing a bed with his Daddy, carried it over to the bedroom and plugged it in. The minutes it took till it was started up felt like hours and Peter watched the screen impatiently. With his cup of coffee in his hand, he lay down on his stomach, crossing his legs behind his back and counting the seconds until he could start the video call. Finally, he saw his Daddy again.

Tony was sitting on a bed in an expensive hotel room. He was propped against the headboard, his legs spread and his laptop between them. The angled was low, making his Daddy appear taller, more powerful, and Peter could feel how his gut clenched. Fuck, he really missed his Daddy badly.

“Baby, are you wearing my shirt?” Tony’s voice was dark with possessiveness, his eyes almost black.

Huh. Peter looked down. He had already forgotten that he had pulled it out of the laundry basket earlier. The washed-out fabric had slipped down, leaving one of his shoulders bared and Peter could see that his Daddy was hungrily staring at a fading mark he had left on his collarbone a few days ago.

“Yes, Daddy,” Peter replied innocently, concealing the smirk that was going to spread on his face. He wasn’t the only one who was completely in love, his Daddy had it just as bad.

“Baby, can you sit up for me?” Peter placed his cup of coffee on the floor and scrambled to his knees. The shirt of his Daddy was barely long enough to hide the red panties and suddenly, Peter was glad he picked his Daddy’s favorite pair.

“Look at you, baby,” The Alpha purred and Peter could watch on the screen that Tony’s hand had wandered lower until it was cupping his erection through the fabric. He squirmed but didn’t move, waiting for the next order. “Sweetheart, can you pull the fabric up?”

Peter couldn’t stop the blush that was spreading across his face. Even though it wasn’t the filthiest thing they had ever done, knowing that his Daddy wasn’t even here, and he was still listening to every single command, made him shiver with arousal. Slowly, he gripped the hem of the shirt, pulling it up until his panties were on display.

The Alpha moaned unashamed and increased the pressure on his pants. “Baby, what would you do to make me happy?”

The question was innocent, but Peter knew there was more to it. Just the thought of what his Daddy could ask of him, was enough for his body to slick up. “Anything,” he replied, convinced he could follow every single command his Alpha could give him. “Anything you want me to.”

Tony’s eyes turned even darker. “Open the drawer on my bedside. Pull out the black box.”

Slowly, Peter turned around, making sure that the t-shirt rode up enough to show his backside. He stretched, trying to reach the drawer without moving too much so that his Daddy could get a good look at his panty covered butt. He didn’t see Tony on screen, but he heard muffled curses coming from the laptop. Deciding to make a show out of it, Peter spread his legs and arched his back until he was properly presenting for his Alpha, driving him mad with the need to take.

Finally, he turned around, the black box in his hand, wearing an innocent smile for his Daddy. “Found it, Daddy.” He declared cheerfully, hoping that the Alpha hadn’t noticed he was deliberately trying to rile him up. No such luck.

“Baby, don’t try to fuck with me.” The voice of his Alpha was almost a growl. “I know exactly what you were doing and I’m going to pay you back for this one. Now open your present, baby. Show it to Daddy.”

Peter whimpered, embarrassed that his Alpha had caught him so easily, but he couldn’t deny the nervous anticipation as soon as his Alpha indicated to punish him. God, he wanted that. Wanted to be bend over the Alpha’s knees and spanked until he couldn’t sit for days, wanted to squirm and cry on his Daddy’s lap. However, Tony was 8000 miles away, an entire ocean between them, so there was no possibility to feel the hands of his Alpha on his ass.

“God sweetheart, you want this, don’t you? Already squirming and whimpering for me. Tell me, baby, do you need it bad?”

Pleasure washed over his body, the words of his Daddy setting him on fire. Peter missed his Alpha so badly and his voice was enough to make him gag for it. He shifted slightly, hyper-aware of the emptiness inside of him. “Daddy, I need it,” Peter didn’t even manage to sound seductive, instead his voice was high and needy. He couldn’t concentrate anymore, his Alpha too far away.

“Open the box now, baby. My patience is wearing thin.” Peter swallowed heavily and carefully opened the lid of the box. Inside was a sleek blue dildo, nothing special. It wasn’t small, but it wasn't nearly as big as his Daddy either.

Tony’s eyes sparkled when Peter took out the toy. “Turn around baby, gimme a show. You won’t need to prep yourself, just take it in.”

Peter whimpered and turned his back to the cam again. He lowered his chest onto the bed and spread his cheeks with one hand. His panties were still covering his hole, but he could feel that they were already soaked with slick. The thought of being vulnerable under his Daddy’s gaze made him shiver and he pushed the panties to one side, showing off his needy hole.

A deep moan was coming from the other end of the line and Peter wished he could turn around, wished he could watch his Daddy. “Baby, you make me so hard. I wanna fuck you so badly. Come on, try it, fill your greedy little hole with the toy.”

Now, Peter was moaning as well. He fumbled for the blue toy and positioned it in front of his hole. The tip was nudging against his rim, teasing him and making him gag for it, but he wanted to drag it out, wanted to give his Daddy a good show. Slowly, he pressed it in, savoring the slight burning that came from the lack of prep. He loved to feel the stretch during sex and his Daddy damn well knew it.

“Baby, your hole is so slutty, look how it’s taking the toy. Do you need it so bad?” Peter wanted to scream ‘yes’, wanted to let his Alpha know that he needed his knot, that he was going crazy without it, but everything that came out was a high-pitched whine. He shivered when the toy disappeared in his body, still too small, but at least he felt a little less empty.

“Turn around, baby.” Peter obeyed. “Now spread your legs.” Peter obeyed again. It felt natural and he stopped thinking, letting the voice of his Alpha guide him. The toy was bumping against his prostate when he was moving, but that wasn't nearly enough for him to come. He settled onto his knees, legs spread, and t-shirt pushed up so that Tony had a good view of his panty-covered cock.

Finally, Peter could take a look at his Daddy again. He hadn’t moved much and sadly he was still wearing all of his clothes, even though the zipper of his pants had been opened. Sure, the suit fit perfectly, but Peter still preferred to see his Alpha naked.

“Baby, I want you to sit still for me, can you do that? Can you put your hands on your tights and try not to move?” Peter nodded eagerly. Yes, he could. He would do anything his Alpha wanted him to. He would ride his own fingers, impale himself on the toy and tell his Daddy whatever he wanted him to. He could be his little Omega, his greedy slut, even his good girl, as long as his Daddy was looking at him with such hunger in his eyes, Peter didn’t want to disobey.

“Tell me, what have you been doing these past few days?” Tony’s voice was casual and made Peter’s brain pause for a second. He was puzzled, had expected anything but a casual conversation while his hole was stuffed with a toy. Usually, Tony would tease him, talk to him until he was sobbing with pleasure, savoring every needy sound that slipped past his lips. Asking him how his day had been while Peter was gaging with need was something new.

“Um,” Peter cleared his throat, trying to focus on his thoughts to find an answer to the question. “Good?”

Tony clicked his tongue and looked at him disappointed, making it very clear that the answer wasn’t sufficient. The look made Peter wince, the feeling of letting his Alpha down preyed on his mind, so he hurried to make it up to his Daddy.

“Um, I had classes yesterday, and in the evening I met Ned and MJ, and we studied for-“

It seemed to come out of nowhere, and Peter choked on a moan, his whole boy twisting and arching with arousal. The command of his Daddy to keep his hands on his thighs was suddenly almost impossible to follow and fell forward, his chin hitting the sheets. The toy inside of him had started to vibrate, directly hitting his sweet spot and he was burning with arousal.

“Daddy.” Peter started to sob, couldn’t escape the sensation, couldn’t even move, the order of his Daddy keeping him at his place. His mind was empty, his body overwhelmed by the vibrations, and tears were running down his chin. He must look pathetic, reduced to a sobbing mess in a few seconds.

“Aw, baby. You didn’t expect that, did you?” There wasn’t even a hint of pity in Tony’s voice. “The toy can be controlled via an app. I just had to set it up with the wireless at home and now I can control it from everywhere, even China.”

Nothing of it seemed to get through to Peter. It was too much, too intense and it hurt. He was struggling and suffering for his Daddy, and although he could hardly stand it, he hadn’t felt better since his Daddy had left. Finally, the vibrations died down.

“Weren't you gonna tell me about your day?” Tony was teasing and Peter stared at the screen, his eyes glazed and black.

Huh? Slowly the world was coming back to him. He tried to focus, his eyes fixed on the screen and his body limp from the strain caused by the vibrations. His Daddy was sitting on the hotel bed, a smug smile on his face and he was clearly enjoying that Peter was out of it.

“You’re so easy, baby. I could stuff your hole with anything, and you would go cockstupid on me, wouldn’t you? I was so lucky you turned out to be Omega after I adopted you. So sweet for me, made for me, made to take everything I want to give you. Now tell me about your study session with Ned and MJ.”

Peter blinked, trying to regain his focus. He could still feel his body thrumming, could still feel that his walls were furiously clenching around the toy, and when he looked down, he saw a wet patch forming on the sheets.

However, his Daddy had ordered him to talk about his day and Peter would do anything to please him. “Umm, w-we studied for the cal-calculus exam next week and we-“

He didn’t even try to keep talking once the toy started to vibrate again. His body was convulsing, twisting on the sheets against his will while his cock was rubbing all over the bed, leaving a trail of precome behind. Talking about his day was impossible, even though his Alpha had ordered him to. The vibrations were too much, the setting too high and crocodile tears were running down his chin.

“On your back, baby,” Tony commanded, his voice a little hoarse. “Get out of your panties, put up your legs, and show me your hole. Now.”

Peter couldn’t stop the whimper that was slipping past his lips and he turned to get on his back, glad he didn’t have to speak anymore. The panties landed under the bed and he spread his cheeks, showing off his stuffed hole to his Daddy. He could feel how slick was gushing out of him, seeping past the toy, and ruining the sheets forever.

“Look at you baby, tell Daddy what you want, tell him what you need.”

“Y-you,” Peter was sobbing in earnest now, unable to form coherent words after his Daddy had turned the vibration up even more. His whole lower body was buzzing, and his mind was going blank. He was getting sweet for his Daddy and nothing else mattered anymore, nothing but being a good boy for his Daddy. Peter’s whole body was throbbing, burning from overstimulation and every time his hole clenched, the vibrations became even more intense.

“Always a delight to see how easy you are, sweetheart, dumb from a little friction in your hole.” The Alpha was mocking him, and the humiliation made everything so much better, so much sweeter. “I bet you could come like that, couldn’t you? Without anything touching your little cock, even without my knot in your hole.”

“Y-yes, D-daddy”, Peter slurred. “J-jus keep t-talkin’.”

He could see on the screen that the Alpha was taking out his cock, thick and leaking, just from watching Peter losing it. It was a heady feeling, like a rush of power, knowing he was irresistible for his Daddy. He felt strangely in charge, although he was at his Daddy’s mercy, although he would do anything his Daddy wanted him, his pleasure controlled by the remote in the Alpha’s hands. The conflicting sensations were overwhelming, taking him higher and higher, and Peter knew he was close, without a touch, just how his Daddy had predicted.

“Your body is begging for me, sweetheart. Look at all the slick. Tell me you want me; tell me you belong to me.”

“Yours, Daddy, only yours, forever. I promise. No one else.” The Alpha let out a feral growl and Peter could see that his hand was speeding up, gripping his cock even harder, and pushing his hips up to meet his strokes. Seeing his Alpha like this, out of control and his gaze fixed on the screen, made him bask in the feeling of being wanted.

“Baby, I want to come over, split you open on my cock, and fuck you until there’s no sass left. I want to leave you stupid for me, like a little slut, gagging for my seed. Maybe for once I won't let you come, keep you stuffed full until you blackout-“

During his speech, his Daddy had increased the vibration again and Peter couldn’t hold back anymore. He was coming, slick gushing out of his hole, and Omega seed dribbling from his untouched cock. He was twisting on the sheets, his back arching in a perfect curve. He was crying, his seed messing up the laptop and dribbling from the screen.

Peter sobbed, his eyes rolled back, and he didn’t see his Daddy anymore, couldn’t focus on anything but the earth wrecking pleasure that was flooding his body. Every inch of him was burning, the vibrations driving him higher and higher until all he could see were black spots in his vision.

It took some time to come back to his senses, the vibrations dialed down to a manageable level, wringing out the last pulses of his orgasm. Peter was gasping for breath; the toy had finally stopped moving and a loud groan from the other end of the line indicated that his Daddy came as well.

Peter felt satisfied, still a little stuffed, even though not stuffed enough. He wanted a knot, needed his Daddy’s cock inside of him, and seeing that the Alpha was squeezing the knot in his own hands made the feeling only worse.

“Miss you, Daddy. Luv you.” Peter mumbled and smiled dopily at the cam. The arch inside of him was better, but he couldn’t be completely content without his Daddy by his side.

“Did you like your present?” Tony asked after a few minutes of silence and Peter nodded approvingly. “Maybe we can try it out again. Next time together, baby?”

“Please,” Peter begged and gave him a big smile.

“Clean yourself up now,” the Alpha ordered and reluctantly, Peter followed the command. Usually, his Daddy was swiping away the come and the slick, but now he had to do it on his own. “Only one more week.” Tony tried to cheer him up and Peter smiled thankfully. Yes, only one more week. He could do it. And when his Alpha came back, maybe he would finally claim him properly.

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Let me make it up to you

Summary: Peter shouldn’t have gone out so close to his heat. Thankfully, his Daddy came to take care of him.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my second Starkercest Bingo 2020 contribution. Kink for the second story: Just the Tip (Bingo board at the end of the post). Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it

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Peter knew he shouldn’t have left the house so close to his heat. He had already been out of his mind yesterday, his body buzzing with arousal until he had ended in his Daddy’s bed with his fingers thrusting in and out of his wet hole. The beginning of his heat wasn’t quite there, but it was only a matter of hours until he couldn’t control himself anymore and his biology would take over.

Peter knew it, knew what could happen to unguarded Omegas because once their cycle hits, arousal would feel like despair and at the peak of his heat, he would climb every Alpha like a god damn tree. Parents tell their Omega children not to leave the house close to their heat. They tell horror stories of teens being bred by strangers, of Omegas being forced to take and like everything an Alpha wants them to. But Peter left the house anyway because he was stupid, because he would do anything to be the perfect Omega for his Dad.

Everything started with a phone call from the assistant of his engineering professor. She had called him, frantically explaining that she had lost the term paper he had submitted last week. It hadn’t been his fault, the deadline had already passed, but they couldn’t grade his work unless he submitted it a second time. Even though the assistant apologized a million times, he still had to get up and leave the house because no one else could go for him. His Daddy was at work, preparing his leave to help Peter with his heat and his friends had caught the flue, lying sick in their beds. So, there was no other option but to leave the house.

Of course, Peter could have explained the state he was already in and the assistant would probably have delayed the second deadline, but he was afraid of losing a semester over a stupid term paper. He wanted his grades to be the best, he wanted his Daddy to be proud of his Omega son, so he made a stupid decision and took the subway to college.

Oh gee, it had been a mistake. People had already been staring at him and turning their heads when he got on the subway, and he hadn’t even arrived at the college campus yet when the first drop of slick dripped down his thighs. Several different Alphas were watching him with hunger, his sweet and ripe scent screaming at them to take him. Peter knew that Alphas were already staring at him on a normal day, and his heat was making everything ten times worse.

When he finally arrived on campus, Peter was nothing but relieved. Being trapped with plenty of people in New York’s subway, standing close to strangers, was too much for him. He didn’t want their eyes on him, the only person that should see him like that was his Daddy.

Determined to get it over with quickly, he almost ran to the office. The feelings were getting stronger, dizziness clouded his mind and he felt how his hole arched for his Daddy’s knot, how he produced slick to ease the way. He clasped the second print of his term paper firmly in one hand, counting the seconds until he finally arrived. Slowly, his vision started to fade, and he felt that his instincts were taking over, forcing him to present so that any Alpha could take and breed him.

Peter struggled but he forced himself to raise his hands and knock on the door of his professor’s office.

“Oh god, Peter!” The assistant looked at him in horror and Peter was more than grateful that she was a Beta. Being too close to either Omega or Alpha would have been too much.

Peter didn’t even notice anymore that she took the copy of his term paper out of his hand, fighting to keep the last grasp on his control. He felt slick running down his thighs and a burning arch inside of his hole, begging his Alpha to soothe the emptiness. But he wasn’t at home. He was in the middle of the college campus and didn’t know how to get close to his Alpha.

“Come with me.” The assistant said, grabbing his forearm and dragging him towards a white door on the end of the hallway. Peter’s brain had already shut down, the only current thoughts on his mind were Daddy and more. He didn’t realize anymore that she was guiding him towards a heat room, quickly checking that no Alphas were crossing their way.

“Do you have an Alpha?” She asked and sat him down on a couch in the middle of the room.

Peter frantically shook his head. He wanted to scream yes, he wanted to let the world know that he had his Daddy, but not everyone was open-minded and although Tony wasn’t his biological father, he had still adopted him. He hadn’t talked about being open with his Daddy yet, so Peter kept quiet, afraid his Daddy didn’t want everyone to know.

“Is there anyone else who could pick you up?” The assistant asked while Peter did his best to stop his hands from wandering into his pants in front of the Beta. Slick was soaking his panties, slowly drenching his trousers and he knew it was only a matter of time until it would hit the couch. “Do you have an emergency contact?”

Peter stared at her for a second, his brain processing the question while his mind was fighting against the arousal. Emergency contact?

“Yes.” He whimpered, suddenly certain how he could solve the problem. “Can you call my Daddy? He can take me home.” The assistant smiled pitifully and took his phone after Peter had dialed the number.

Peter didn’t hear anymore what she was telling his Dad. He didn’t even realize that she left the room, overwhelmed by the need for his Alpha. Every second was making it harder and harder until he finally snapped, pulling his pants down in the middle of a heat room in college.

The first finger that sank into his wet heat was pure relief and Peter sobbed, almost breaking under the white-hot pleasure. He didn’t even move, just providing his hole something to clench around, giving it the illusion that it would be stuffed soon. He desperately wanted to move but he didn’t have the heart to do so. He would wait for his Daddy, would save himself for his Alpha like a good little Omega.

It could have been minutes or hours until the door finally opened again, his lust-crazed brain wasn’t able to grab the concept of time anymore. Everything was hurting, everything was spinning and the only thoughts that stopped him from going crazy were the memories of his Daddy’s fingers in his arching hole. How they had filled him, how his Alpha’s knot would fill him even more.

Eventually, his Daddy was standing in front of him. “Oh, Peter.” He was talking to him like he was a little child, disappointment and pity in his voice, and the thought of letting his Daddy down was enough to make him cry. He didn’t want his Alpha to be mad at him.

“I’m so sorry, D-Daddy.” Peter hiccupped, crocodile tears running down his cheeks. “I didn’t want to disappoint you, but the assistant called and wanted the term paper and you weren’t there and…” He couldn’t talk anymore, his body shaking with heartbreaking sobs.

“Shhh, don’t cry, baby boy.” His Daddy pulled him to his feet, wrapping his arms around his hips to prevent him from tripping. “I’m not mad, baby. I’m just disappointed that you didn’t call me. I would have called the college for you. Nobody forces Peter Stark to leave the house so close to his heat. You’re mine. Mine to look at and mine to take care of. Do you understand that?”

Peter nodded and slowly, his sobs died down. It was a relief to know that his Alpha wasn’t upset with him. However, the bad feeling remained, the despair of letting his Daddy down too much for him to bear, so he almost wasn’t noticing his arousal anymore.

“Can I make it up to you?” Peter begged with teary eyes. “Please, I wanna make it up to you. Just give me a chance. Just let me make you feel good.”

Tony sighed. “Pete, we don’t have time for this. You’re close to your heat. I have to bring you home.”

Peter’s disappointment was almost palpable. The dried tears came back, threatening to spill and he must have looked so wrecked that his Daddy gave in. “Fine, I might let you suck my cock, but I want you to come against my leg first. An orgasm should be enough to delay the beginning of your heat for a few hours.”

Peter beamed. He could make it up to his Daddy, he could be a good boy, help his Alpha feel good. He must look stupid with the broad grin on his face, but he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hide the anticipation of finally tasting his Daddy. He had dreamed of this for years.

Tony sat down on the couch, spreading his legs and opening the zipper of his suit pants. Peter had enough room to crawl between them, preparing himself to take his Daddy’s cock.

It was a vision. Thick, long and red, standing proud for Peter to worship. His Daddy was so much bigger than him, his cock at least twice as thick and long as Peter’s and salvia started to pool in his mouth. The Alpha’s cock was everything Peter had ever dreamed of, the first evidence of his knot already visible at the base. But the best thing was the scent. Peter could find no words for it, overwhelmed by the desire to take it into his mouth, to choke on it until his Alpha would gift him his seed and soothe the arch in his belly.

Out of control, he rushed forward, trying to take his Daddy’s cock in one go, but a firm hand stopped him before he could even reach it. A desperate whine slipped past his lips and Peter felt betrayed by his Daddy who denied him his cock.

“Baby.” Tony growled as Peter made attempts to swallow the Alpha’s cock. “We made a deal, didn’t we? I said first your orgasm and then my cock.”

Peter cried out, slick pouring out of him from the words alone, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to come right now, he wanted his Daddy to feel good. He wanted to choke on the beautiful cock, wanted to take it so deep, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Nevertheless, he stopped fighting, a command of his Alpha too important to ignore. He sat still, his face ruined with tears, and waited for his Daddy’s orders.

“I want you to strip but keep your pretty panties on.” Tony commanded, his voice rough from arousal. “You’re already dripping all over the place. Can’t leave your hole uncovered or you’ll flood the room.”

Humiliation spread through his veins. It made him even hotter, even wetter and the first dribble of slick dripped to the floor. Peter’s eyes widen, ashamed of his obvious arousal, and according to the Alpha’s face, he wasn’t the only one who noticed the mess.

“Good, sweetheart. Your smell is killing me. Your sweet slick is dripping all over the floor. Come closer, rub your little hole over my shoes and I might feed you my cock. Come on, hurry. We don’t have all day.”

Peter scrambled to obey, moving his hips until his panty-covered hole was pressed against his Daddy’s designer shoe. It was so filthy, so obscene, a sign of how easy Peter was for his Daddy, he almost came.

“Just like that.” His Daddy encouraged him when he moved his hips tentatively for the first time. “Rub yourself all over me like the bitch in heat you’re soon going to be.”

Peter felt the pressure of the leather against his cheeks, felt how the shoe was sliding between them until they were tightly pressed against his hole. One touch was enough to make them slick and he rubbed his ass against them, savoring the contact against his empty hole. It wasn’t enough.

He wanted more, needed more, something inside him. It didn’t matter anymore if it was his Daddy’s cock in his mouth or his fingers in his hole, just anything to soothe the burning fire that spread through his body. Pleasure was sparking inside of him every time he moved, and his cock hardened, trapped in his panties, and pressed against his Daddy’s leg.

“That’s it, my good little boy.” The Alpha encouraged him, burying his hands in Peter’s hair. The tight grip made him arch and he let his hands slide behind his back, spreading his cheeks to intensify the contact against his empty hole. “Look at you, holding yourself open for me. Do you wish it were my cock? Do you wish I would knock you up? Keep your sweet little cunt full with my knot?”

Yes, yes, please. Peter didn’t notice that he was screaming. He didn’t care that his Daddy called his hole a sweet little cunt, he didn’t care that the heat room was soundproof but not locked, he didn’t even care about his disappointment anymore. The only thing he could focus on was riding his Daddy’s shoe, rubbing against his leg until he would come.

It didn’t take long. A couple of filthy words whispered in his ear by his Daddy, a tight grip in his hair, and the increasing pressure against his leaking cunt once his Daddy lifted his shoe was enough to send Peter flying. He sobbed as he came, the orgasm was bright, hot and overwhelming, but still not enough. It could never be enough as long as he knew that he hadn’t made it up to his Daddy yet.

“You look so beautiful when you cry, baby.” Tony growled in his ear as Peter fell apart, his insides clenching around nothing and the urge to split himself open on his Daddy’s cock overwhelming. Satisfaction was outweighed by denial, prolonging his orgasm in sweet agony. His body twitched against his Daddy’s shoe, riding out the last waves until he slumped down against his Daddy’s leg. He felt even worse than before, even more desperate, but at least the fog in his mind cleared a little.

Peter needed a couple of deep breaths to calm down, to cope with the betrayal that was buzzing in his body. He knew he didn’t deserve his Daddy’s cock after going out so close to his heat, but he couldn’t suppress the all-consuming desire to taste his Alpha’s come.

Once he trusted his voice to work again, Peter raised his head, looking straight into his Daddy’s face. “Can I suck you now, Daddy?” He begged like a little slut, the cutest pout on his face.

Tony pondered, making a show of denying Peter his cock. “I don’t know. Have you been good, boy? I’m not sure if you’ve earned it.”

The words physically hurt Peter and he winced, an utterly betrayed expression on his face. “You promised you’d think about it.” Peter cried softly. “You promised I might get it. Please, Daddy. Just the tip, please.”

“Just the tip?” Tony teased him and took his own erection in his hand, slowly starting to stroke it.

“Yes.” Peter answered eagerly, his eyes fixed on his Daddy’s hard cock. “Just something, Alpha. Just the tip, please.”

Tony sighed playfully, enjoying the power he held over Peter. The Omega stared at the thick flesh, loved how it twitched proudly under Tony’s own grip. He watched some drops of precome spilling from the tip, wanted nothing more than to taste them, to follow their path with his tongue. He wanted to be responsible for the Alpha’s pleasure, his mind spinning and his biology forcing him to lean forward, to take the thick cock into his mouth. But he resisted because his Daddy didn’t give him permission.

“Fine.” Tony decided dismissively. “Come closer, baby. You can have the tip. But only the tip. I’ll take it away if you get too greedy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Peter smiled happily, crawling closer to his Daddy’s crotch.

When his lips touched the tip for the first time, Peter moaned, relief he had never felt before flooding his body. It felt right to kneel in front of his Daddy, to take the warm flesh into his mouth. He savored the moment, slowly spreading his lips until he could take the first few inches of his Daddy into his mouth.

The Alpha growled, a deep satisfied sound and pride bloomed in Peter. He did this, he made his Daddy feel good, his lips around the Alpha’s tip were responsible for his noises. The knowledge was like a rush, new slick began to pour out of his body. He was ready to take everything his Alpha wanted him to give.

“You’re doing so good.” Tony praised, making Peter dizzy with happiness. “Look at you, how eager you are for me. How badly do you want it, baby boy? What would you do for Daddy’s cock?”

“Everything.” Peter answered sincerely, his lips slightly touching the heated flesh. He didn’t want to pull back, craving to touch as much as he was allowed to.

His Daddy’s cock tasted like heaven. Small driblets of salty precome were running down the shaft and Peter did his best to catch every single one with his tongue. He sucked, his tongue dancing around the tip as if he was licking a lollipop. Although he wasn’t even touching himself, he already felt a million times better than before, knowing his Alpha was feeling good and that he could make up for his mistake.

Peter hold himself back, sucking up all the deep noises his Daddy was making while he fought the urge to take the cock deeper, to choke himself on his Daddy. He wanted to be stuffed full, to struggle, to feel this Alpha so deep that he would be hoarse tomorrow, but this wasn’t about him. His Alpha had ordered him to restraint himself and he would rather die than disobey.

“God, Peter. Look at you. Sucking my cock as if you were born for it, as if it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You’re a slut for me, aren’t you? Begging me with those pretty brown eyes to take me deeper.”

Peter couldn’t answer, his mouth stuffed, so he nodded in agreement, humming an affirmative noise. Vibrations tingles alongside the Alpha’s cock and his Daddy let out a deep moan. He gripped Peter’s hair, a constant reminder of who was in charge.

“Open your mouth wider, sweet boy.” Tony ordered, his grip tightening further. “I want to stroke myself and I want you to catch everything when I come. Can you do this for me? Can you be my sweet little slut?”

Peter beamed, eager to be good for his Alpha. He shifted until he was comfortable on his knees, curving his back to look like the perfect little Omega and opened his mouth just like his Daddy told him to. He even put his hands behind his back to show how submissive he could be.

The view seemed to please Tony because he rumbled deep in his chest. “Sometimes I wondered if I’ve trained you.” The Alpha said while he gripped his own cock and began to stroke himself. The tip rested against Peter’s opened mouth. “You’re doing everything I want you to, even when I humiliate you, and that makes me so hard, makes me want to wreck you even more. That can’t be healthy, can it?”

“I want it too, Daddy.” Peter whispered against the tip of his cock. “I want you to treat me like your good little Omega. I love it, I love you.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” The Alpha’s voice was gentle. “I love you, too. You’re my son, you’re my slut, you’re my everything.”

“Please, come in my mouth.” Peter begged, his gaze leaving the dripping cock to look into his Daddy’s eyes. “That’s all I want.”

The Alpha smiled at him and patted his hair. “All right, boy.” He gave in. “Keep your mouth open. Don’t move!”

Happiness bubbled in his chest and Peter nodded enthusiastically. He wanted to swallow everything his Alpha was willing to give him. Tony rested the tip of his cock on Peter’s tongue, the heated flesh burning in the Omega’s mouth. Although he wanted to suck, to choke on it, he was content with a few inches. He would get his Daddy’s come. That was everything that counted in the moment.

Tony started to fuck his hand, the rhythm hard and unyielding while the back of his hand smacked against Peter’s face with every thrust. Peter loved it, loved the taste on his tongue, and the obscene noise when his Daddy’s hand slapped his face. He felt owned, controlled, and let go, his mind becoming clouded once again. But it wasn’t from his heat, it was the possessiveness of his Daddy that made him go cockstupid. His thoughts drifted and he imagined what it would feel like if his Daddy’s hand would smack his bottom, leaving red marks on his tender cheeks.

It wasn’t long before Tony’s strokes became erratic and Peter knew his Daddy was getting close. He kept his mouth open, spit running down his chin and he savored the moment of pleasuring his Daddy. Even if it meant just keeping his mouth open.

“Oh, god. Baby. You’re so good for me.” The Alpha grunted as he finally came, his cock spurting his seed all over the Omega. He pulled back, half his load landing in Peter’s mouth while the other half scattered all over his face.

Peter was in heaven. He swallowed, already addicted to the salty fluid and he sighed with contentment. He wanted this every day, a fresh load of come filling his belly. He let out a high-pitched whine because he could only swallow half of it, but his Daddy soothed him, spreading the rest onto his face and rubbing it over the scent glands on his neck. Peter preened. His Daddy, his Alpha, was scent-marking him, was showing the world that Peter was his.

“You did a wonderful job.” The Alpha reassured him, his voice hoarse after the orgasm. “So good for me, the best little slut.”

Peter blushed deep red and tried to hide his face against his Daddy’s leg. He wasn’t good with compliments but still treasured the words. Contentment was filling him as he sat there at his Daddy’s feet. He never wanted to move, but they were still in a heat room in college.

They sat there for a while, his Daddy’s hands caressing his head, fingers tugging his curls lightly. The sensation was grounding and Peter relaxed, preparing himself to leave soon. They still had to walk to his Daddy’s car.

“Let’s get you out of here.” His Alpha promised after a few minutes and pulled him into his arms after he put their clothes back on. Peter wrapped his legs around the Alpha’s hips and one of his Daddy’s strong arms settled under his ass, carrying him as if he weighed nothing. Peter suspected his slick had already soaked his pants, but his Daddy didn’t complain, keeping him against his chest so that Peter could hide his face in his Alpha’s neck.

He couldn't see if they met other people on the way out, he only suspected that they had passed another Alpha, because once his dad growled possessively. But Peter was happy, snuggling against Tony’s chest like a kitten and breathing in his Daddy’s scent. He smelled perfect, like satisfied Alpha. He didn’t even care if someone was watching him, loved getting carried by his Daddy while he was drenched in the scent of his Alpha’s seed.

Peter was getting tired, his eyes fluttered and fell shut while Tony was carrying him out of the building. He knew his heat would hit him with full force as soon as he woke up, but for now, he was content in his Daddy’s arms. He drifted away before they even reached the car.

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Show me that you love me

Summary: After Peter met Senator Pierce again, he needed his Daddy to show him how much he is loved.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 8th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 8th story: Rimming. Read the first OS here. It might be better to read the 4th OS before this one, but it’s not necessary. Spoiler for the 4th: Senator Pierce offers Peter to take him away from his Daddy, but Peter declines.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it; Sexual assault

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The day his Daddy would come back from his business trip was a Thursday and Peter was ready to skip classes. He was so desperate, missing the Alpha so badly, that he would cancel everything to see him even a minute earlier. Unfortunately, Tony's domestic flight was delayed, and he had missed the intercontinental flight, so he would not arrive until the evening.

Hence, a miserable and sulky Peter was sitting in his college classes with MJ and Ned, constantly bitching about anything and everything. His sour mood even went so far, that his friend excused themselves after the last class of the day, claiming they still wanted to study in the library just to avoid walking home with him. Peter couldn’t blame them, he had been insufferable.

Being alone worked wonders for him and his mind cleared a little. There was no reason to sulk, his Daddy would be home tonight, and he wanted the reunion to be perfect. They were going to have sex, probably as soon as his Alpha entered the apartment, but he wanted to make him dinner afterward. Since they would probably be busy for a while, he had to cook something that could be easily reheated. His mind was spinning with ideas to make the evening perfect.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter was no longer paying attention to his surroundings and he only noticed the black limousine when it stopped beside him. It looked big and expensive, making him think it belonged to his Daddy until slowly the window of the backdoor rolled down.

“Long time no see,” a cold voice was coming from inside the car. Peter froze. He knew exactly who was approaching him. Dread was spreading through his body, his chest was getting tighter and he focused on his breathing to suppress the panic.

“Senator Pierce.” Peter did his best to hide the tremor in his voice, but according to Pierce's smug smile, it didn’t work.

“Peter, have you reconsidered my offer?” The Senator’s smile was dirty, crossing so many lines that Peter wanted to run away. He quickened his pace and hoped Pierce would just let him go. No such luck, the limousine was following him.

“I’m sorry, but I still refuse.” He wanted to be rude, wanted to yell in the Senator’s face that he would never choose him, even if he didn’t love his Daddy. Pierce was a horrible man, selfish and arrogant, an Alpha who thought Omegas were just a trophy, a sexual slave. It was more than a little bit rude to hit on a taken Omega, even if Tony hadn’t claimed him yet, and only the lack of evidence was saving the Senator’s career.

“That’s too bad.” Pierce’s calm voice was worse than his anger. Peter thought the problem had been solved after Pierce's disgrace at the fundraiser, but apparently it only got worse.

“Stupid little Omega,” Pierce scoffed disgustingly sweet. “You and your Daddy are gonna regret this. In a few weeks, you’ll be hanging from my knot, begging me to fill you up. Wait and see.”

Peter felt sick. His stomach was turning, and his hands started to sweat. His mind screamed at him to run, run as fast as he could, maybe even hide somewhere safe if possible, but Pierce was sitting in a car. There was no chance for him to get a head start.

“I-I will never go with you w-willingly,” Peter didn’t want to stammer, but fear was paralyzing his tongue, making it hard for him to talk at all.

“Nobody said anything about willingly,” Pierce’s toothy grin was mocking him, the threat making it hard to breathe and he felt a lump forming in his throat. No one had heard those words; Pierce wasn’t stupid enough to threaten him in front of witnesses. Peter hurried even more, he was almost running, but just like him, the limousine picked up its pace. Distressed Omega hormones were clouding the air.

“I’ll give you a week. If you come to me of your own accord, you’ll have nothing else to do but open up for my knot. If not…,” Pierce left the threat unfinished.

Peter was trembling, his gaze fixed on the sidewalk, while he tried his best not to look at the Senator. He didn’t want to give Pierce the satisfaction of seeing him cry. The Alpha would already smell it, Peter’s scent was screaming that he was distressed, frightened. He closed his eyes, fighting the tears which were about to flow, hoping the Senator would just vanish on his own.

When he heard the roar of the engine, Peter finally looked up and he saw the limousine disappearing into the busy streets of New York. Immediately his tension eased, and the tears started to fall. He wanted to huddle up to his Daddy’s chest, wanted to be protected and held, but he had to get home first. And then, he still had to wait for his Daddy’s arrival.

~*~

All of Peter’s plans had been busted. He had planned to surprise Tony at the door, cook him a nice dinner while he was wearing only lingerie, maybe even open a bottle of the expensive wine his Daddy stored in the basement, but he couldn’t force himself to leave the bed once he had laid down for a minute. Dressed in his comfiest sweatpants and a stolen t-shirt from his Daddy, Peter succumbed to his fears.

His mind was filled with Pierce’s ultimatum. He was afraid the Senator would keep his promise, would take Peter away from his Daddy or, worse, hurt his Alpha. A million horror scenarios were preying at his mind, making him sob in distress and Peter didn’t realize anymore that his cheeks were wet with tears. Eventually, he drifted away, not really sleeping but still not awake.

“Peter?” The concerned voice of his Daddy pulled him back to reality.

Fuck, Peter immediately sat up, becoming a little dizzy from the sudden movement. He had forgotten the time, had forgotten everything he wanted to prepare, and now he couldn’t even greet his Daddy properly. He was a horrible Omega. New tears spilled from his eyes, running down his cheeks and soaking the Alpha’s shirt.

“Baby, you’re scaring the shit out of me, what’s wrong?” Hearing that he made his Alpha upset was too much, and Peter started to sob in earnest, clinging to his pillow as if his life depended on it.

The mattress sank down as Tony laid next to him and strong arms pulled him closer. They wrapped themselves around his middle, tugging him firmly against the Alpha’s chest and Tony’s head rested on Peter’s. He felt protected, cared for, but at the same time afraid he didn’t deserve this.

His Daddy let him cry, caressing his back and whispering soothing words in his ear. For a second, his problems disappeared, leaving his mind blissfully empty, wrapped in his Daddy’s arms and smell. He felt calm, stronger than before, and he was more than grateful to finally have his Alpha back.

“Pete, what happened?”

He knew the question would come, knew he had to tell everything because keeping something from his Daddy wasn’t an option, but he was still afraid. What if the Alpha would leave him? His Daddy loved him, Peter knew that but what if he thought Peter might be safer on his own? What if Pierce would hurt Tony?

“Pierce came up to me on my way back home from college today.” He could feel Tony tense, his grip around his waist getting a little tighter and his breathing a little louder. The Alpha pulled himself together, but Peter knew him too well, knew was trying to hide his hatred. Peter closed his eyes during his next words. “He told me I had a week to think about his offer to take me away from you. If I don't show up, he'll come after me. Promised me, I will ‘hang from his knot’ soon.”

The roar the Alpha let out was furious, echoing across the room and warning everyone not to come too close. He pulled Peter so tight against his chest that it hurt a little, but Peter welcomed the pain, wanted to feel that he belonged to his Daddy. Alpha pheromones were clouding the room, a clear warning, a sign that Tony was ready to attack.

When his Daddy spoke again, he was deadly calm like a predator, waiting for the right moment to fight, “I’m going to kill him. If he tries to hurt you, I promise I’ll kill him.”

The words should’ve been alarming, so cold and sincere that it left no room for doubt. Tony would kill in the blink of an eye if Pierce hurt Peter, and no one who heard him talk would disbelieve it. The Omega loved it, loved the fierce protectiveness of his Alpha and suddenly, he could breathe a little easier. “Don’t leave me, Daddy.”

Tony smiled in pain and buried his hands in Peter’s hair. He tugged at the curls, showing Peter that he was there for him, and the pressure made the Omega whimper in comfort. “Pete, I love you. Forever. You can doubt everything, but you can’t doubt my love for you. I'm not letting you go out there alone until I find a way to handle Pierce. You are mine, and we’re gonna be bonded soon.”

Happiness was bubbling inside of him from the thought of being claimed. It would happen soon and then he was his Daddy’s Omega, forever. Bound to care for him, bound to be taken care of. He would be the best Omega in the world, would do anything to make the life of his Daddy perfect.

“Can you kiss me? Show me how much you love me?” Tony turned him around until he was lying on his back and trapped him between his arms. Peter felt safe, small and protected, relieved his Alpha was taking control. He could still see the disgust in Tony’s eyes, barely contained rage, but at that moment it didn’t matter. His Daddy was lying next to him, no one else.

Tony was tender, tiny little butterfly kisses on the corner of his mouth, that made him feel fuzzy and precious. The Alpha was rubbing his nose against his, wandering lower until his lips were grazing Peter’s neck. He was scent-marking him and the Omega preened in delight. When he was practically soaked in his Daddy’s scent, the Alpha’s lips wandered back to his, playfully nibbling at them until he was opening his mouth.

Although Tony was still having the upper hand, the kisses were less hungry today, less dominating. He was reassuring Peter that everything was fine, that he would protect him and care for him. Warmth started to spread in his chest, a bubbly and intense feeling, and Peter closed his eyes to savor the moment. He loved his Daddy’s soft side as much as his possessive side.

The kisses remained chaste, but Peter still noticed the slick that was dribbling out of his body. He wanted to be closer to his Daddy, wanted to feel him and be connected to him, wanted to be told how much his Daddy loved him. There was no urgency, just like in his dream, only the need to hold on to the Alpha.

“Can you make love to me, Daddy? Show me how much you care about me?” Peter begged, his eyes wide and pleading.

The Alpha purred in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead before he pulled back a little, letting Peter out of his embrace. “Baby, do me a favor and strip. I have to go and get something.” Peter whimpered when his Daddy left the bed, but he tried to be patient, taking off his clothes and piling them neatly on the floor next to the bed.

His Daddy didn’t take long, carrying a standing mirror as he came back. The Alpha’s arm muscles were strained to hold the heavy mirror which was usually standing in the dressing room and the display of strength made Peter drool. He felt himself getting wetter immediately, caught up in the picture his Daddy made. His Alpha was strong and fit, could protect him if necessary and the thought made slick gush out of him.

“I want to show you what I see,” Tony explained while he was setting the mirror down at the end of the bed and when he lifted his gaze, his eyes were fixed on Peter’s naked body.

Usually, his Daddy would shove him down, bite and claim him, overwhelm him with the hunger he was feeling for the Omega, but today, he took things slow. He took off his clothes, revealing inch by inch of his strong body until he was naked a well. Then he climbed on the bed and pressed a wet kiss on Peter’s lips.

“Baby let me show you how beautiful you are. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Can you do that for me?” Peter nodded furiously, willing to do anything his Daddy wanted him to.

The Alpha climbed behind him, rearranging them until they were facing the mirror. Peter could see himself sitting on his Daddy’s lap, and his back pressed against the Alpha’s chest. He was forced to stare at their reflection and for the first time in ages, Peter took his time to really look at himself. Aside from brief glances in the morning, he was only rarely looking in the mirror. His skin was pale next to his Daddy, his posture delicate and small. Strong arms were wrapped around him, holding him against the broad chest and he could see the thick thighs of his Daddy he was sitting on.

Peter liked what he saw. He didn’t look at himself like he normally did, didn’t see the flaws. He was taking in the whole picture, how he was sitting on his Daddy’s lap, how his slick was already spreading on the mattress, and how his pupils were dilated from his Daddy’s kisses. He felt beautiful, not because of his outer appearance; it was he and his Daddy together that made the reflection perfect. For the first time, Peter understood what his Daddy was talking about when he declared Peter was made for him.

“You see that, baby?” Tony asked and nudged his knees apart. One hand was stroking his thighs while the other one was wandering towards his nipples. Peter could watch him during everything he did, could see the hunger in his eyes and the expression on his own face. He looked far gone, his eyes glazed, and his lips slightly opened, gagging for his Daddy’s touch.

“Daddy,” Peter whimpered, struggling to keep his eyes open. When Tony’s thump flipped against his nipple, he moaned, his back arching into the touch. Pleasure was rushing through his body, tingling and burning, making his cock leak and his hole drip.

“Look at you, baby,” Tony’s voice was a deep growl. “Do you see how beautiful you react to me? Your body is mine, yearning for my touch. We are perfect together, Peter.”

A sob was slipping past his lips, his body shaking from his Daddy’s words. Peter made a desperate picture, whimpering and wordlessly begging, while the Alpha was calmly guiding him through the pleasure. He could see it in the mirror, his Daddy composed and strong, but his eyes showed that he was just as hungry as Peter.

The Omega moved his hips, trying to get friction, trying to ride his Daddy’s thighs, to press them against his empty hole. He was already a needy desperate mess and only the arms of his Daddy were keeping him together.

“On your knees, baby. Present,” although the Alpha was giving him a command, his voice was still soft and gentle. “Daddy’s going to show you how beautiful you are, how gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone so easy for me, so needy and desperate. Most beautiful Omega in the universe. Keep looking at the mirror, baby.”

Peter obeyed, slipping from his Daddy’s lap, and took the familiar position. His back was arched perfectly, just how his Daddy liked to see it, and his legs were spread as wide as possible. Peter was even slipping his hands between his back and pulling his cheeks apart, presenting himself completely to his Daddy.

The Alpha groaned and Peter could see in the mirror how he was staring at his hole, following the trail his slick left on his thighs with his eyes. Seeing his Daddy so captured by the view made his stomach flutter and he basked in the feeling of being wanted.

Peter had expected his Daddy would tease him, feed him a few fingers and tell him how well he’d take it and how beautiful he’d look. Maybe he would keep him on edge, dragging it out until Peter would finally get filled, or take him immediately, watching how his cock was thrusting in and out of Peter’s hole. But instead, his Daddy spread his cheeks with his hands and buried his head between them.

It was so intense that Peter screamed when Tony’s tongue touched him for the first time. He wasn’t even breaching him, only pressing soft kisses around his hole, teasing the muscle with kitten licks. The pleasure was different, more urgent, and slick was pouring out of him in waves. His Daddy was catching every drop and Peter could feel how his hole was fluttering, opening up for the Alpha. He hadn’t been that loose without something entering him since his last heat.

Every thought had been shut down once the Alpha pressed his tongue inside of him. It felt soft, and Peter felt wetter than ever before in his life, slick easing the way for his Alpha to take. Peter knew he was moaning like a whore, the sound was echoing across the room, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t slow down the pleasure which was threatening to burn him.

“Daddy, feels so good.” He fought to keep his eyes open, fought to watch himself in the mirror. He looked debauched, his face blushed, sweat spreading all over his body and his eyes were glazed and unfocused. His hips started to move against his own will, pressing back against his Daddy’s face and trying to ride the tongue that was entering his hole.

Eventually, his Daddy entered him with two fingers, his tongue still pressed beside them. He was scissoring them, giving his tongue more room to go deeper and Peter felt himself getting dizzy, on the verge of passing out. He was babbling, telling his Daddy how much he loved him, that he was owned by him and that his only purpose was to make the Alpha happy. Tony purred from the words and the vibrations were buzzing in his hole, making him leak even further. When his Daddy started to suck for the first time, Peter came.

The pleasure was sharper, his entire body shaking from the orgasm and Peter whined, completely at his Daddy’s mercy. His eyes fell shut as wave after wave of sensations were rolling over him. He wanted to bug his hips, ride the tongue inside of him, but his Daddy grabbed his hips, fixating him and forcing him to take what he was given.

Peter was delirious, didn’t notice when his Daddy pulled back, didn’t notice that the Alpha had pulled up his chest until he was sitting on the Alpha’s lap again. The next thing that got through the fog in his mind was his Alpha’s cock, which entered him in one stroke.

Peter screamed; the tip of his Daddy pressed against his sweet spot, making him tremble in overstimulation. He no longer knew whether he wanted to pull back or push closer, leaving the decision to the Alpha alone, while his mind was busy processing the different sensations.

“Just look at you, baby. Look in the mirror. See how beautiful you are, how precious and sweet. I love you so much.” Tony’s voice was soft, whispering in his ear while his hips started to thrust in and out of his body, dragging his pleasure out so he didn’t even know if he was still coming. Everything melted to one, his Daddy’s voice, his cock, his everything. Peter was still looking in the mirror but saw nothing anymore; everything was blurred while his mind was overwhelmed by his feelings.

“I’ll protect you, baby. Give you the chance to go sweet on me every damn day. No one will get to you, no Senator, no other Alpha, no one. I’ll give you everything, all my love until you only need me.”

“Only you, Daddy,” Peter sobbed, struggling to get the words out, but he had to let his Daddy know that he was it for him. His Omega, his lover, his partner. Forever.

He could feel the hand of his Alpha moving around his body, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke it. He was trembling again, feeling the arrival of a second wave and his head fell on his Daddy’s shoulder, too weak to keep it upright.

“Come for me, baby. Show me you love me. Show me I own your pleasure,” his Daddy’s voice was washing over him, caressing him and taking him closer to the edge. “Never doubt that I love you, sweetheart. You are mine.”

Tony’s hips snapped up for the last time, the tip pressing against his prostate and they were coming at the same time. Tony was filling him up, pumping seed after seed in his body while he kept whispering into his ear how much he loved Peter. His knot was swelling, tying them together and Peter had never felt closer to his Daddy as he did at this moment.

His second orgasm was sweeter, less urgent and there was barely any new seed dribbling out of his cock, but his hole was clenching around his Daddy, nevertheless. At this moment, he knew he wanted to marry his Dad one day, wanted to be claimed and build a life together. He could imagine himself having his pups, for his Daddy, build a family with him that was bound by blood, not by law.

Endorphins were lingering in his body, keeping him floating when his orgasm was long over, tied to his Daddy’s cock, and surrounded by his strong arms. Everything was easy, everything was perfect, and he no longer thinking about his worries.

His Daddy was manhandling him, turning them until they were lying on the bed, Peter’s head tugged against the Alphas chest. He felt calm, satisfied, but he could feel that Tony was tense, even though they were still tied together.

“I’m going to protect you,” Tony promised, his voice raspy from satisfaction and fear. “I’ll call Bucky and Steve later, as well as Ned and MJ. Someone will take care of you, even when I can’t. You’re the most important thing in my life, Peter and I love you. Nobody will take you away from me and definitely not Senator Pierce.”

Peter smiled and pressed himself closer against his Daddy’s chest. He should have been scared of Pierce, but here, tugged in his Daddy’s arms, finally reunited, he felt protected and safe. His Daddy would take care of him, would move heaven and earth to keep him safe. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Pierce won’t get to him as long as he would stay at his Daddy’s side. Always.

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