#Starker Smut

[captshipper]

Tony expecting Peter to be shy and cute in bed, just for the boy to grab Tony like he's a fucktoy and growl into his ear all about how he knows Tony is a whore and Peter still gonna be the best cock he ever had :)

[starker-raving-mads]

After School Alpha

Summary: Omega Peter had a bad day at school and Alpha Tony is going to make it better.

Rating: Mature

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"I can't - I'm just - ugh," Peter flops onto the couch, reeking of distress and upset.

The moment the little omega had come into the lab Tony knew something was up. His protégé was normally bubbly, excitable, almost uncontrollably hyper, but today the teen had been quiet and, if Tony dared name an emotion over it, sad. The alpha figured he'd give the boy some space to work out whatever it was that was going on in his head but after a sharp clatter of tools a minute ago he'd carelessly asked, 'you okay, kid?'

Which resulted in Peter tripping over his words before planting himself face-first onto the couch in the corner of the lab.

The alpha tried - and failed, drastically - not to notice the tight curve of the younger man's spine where it rose to his ass when he walked over to that corner of the room. He simply couldn't help it; Peter was everything in an omega that Tony's craved: beautiful, incredibly smart, submissive - but only to an extent - and with the most compact little body it made his mouth water.

He tried not to think about this as he laid one hand over the younger man's waist in comfort, crouching down to the side of the couch. Petting down his spine, he released soothing alpha pheromones, letting his scent pervade the little space and draw the omega out of the shell he'd mentally crawled into.

"C'mon, kid," he rumbled. "I know you're not that upset over anything happening with your project over there. What's up?"

Peter shuffled until his face was turned toward Tony, the rest of him still firmly planted between the billionaire's hand and the couch. His eyes were round and as doe like as ever, but the tilt in his brow screamed small and soft and sad. Tony's heart broke at it and he took his free hand and ran his fingers over the creases and frown lines until Peter's face lay smoothed out and more tranquil than it had been all afternoon.

"It's stupid," the teenager muttered, pressing his face into Tony's hand, rubbing at it with his cheek like a cat begging for pets. The older man barely withheld a chuckle at the action and instead ran his fingers through Peter's soft, fluffy curls.

"It can be stupid and still suck," Tony replied, tugging at a loose strand of hair. It made Peter arch his neck in a way that showed off his mating gland and oh there were those feelings he was trying more and more to tamp down. It was one thing to want to fuck a pliant little omega like Peter, but a whole other thing to want to claim him, mate him, breed him full of Stark pups.

Tony was a dirty old alpha and he really didn't need the reminder of what he couldn't - shouldn't - have.

"It's just - " Peter started before sighing and closing his eyes. A moment later they opened back up again and stared right through Tony's soul. "You probably don't wanna hear this especially from me but," the kid swallowed before his face firmed up in resolution. "I love you, Mr. Stark, and it just really, really sucks because you don't look at me like that and you don't have to - like I get it," he rolled his eyes at himself as though he wasn't actively sending every atom of Tony's existence into a supercollider, "I'm just some dumb kid you have to like babysit to make sure I don't die doing Spider-Man things. And - and," his voice hitched and wavered with building tears, "you're so kind to me like all the time like even right now and you take care of me and I can't help what I feel and - "

"Hey," Tony said softly, moving both hands to cradle Peter's face. "Shh, don't cry." He wiped away the tears that had built on the younger mans face with his thumbs, smoothing away the tracks until they were gone and he had a handful of soft, pretty omega.

"'M sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter hiccupped.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, kid," Tony shook his head, hands resuming their path of running through Peter's hair, soothing them both.

"I just don't wanna make you feel bad because of how I feel," Peter frowned. "I just didn't think I could hold it in any more after - after Flash said all that stupid stuff today about being a b-burden." Tony frowned and made a mental note to deal with whoever the hell this Flash kid was. "And even just telling you how I feel is gonna make it all awkward and - "

"Pete," Tony interrupted, every part of him finally aligning to do the one thing he's wanted to do for months. "You aren't a burden, kid, and you're not making anything awkward. You've got nothing to be sorry about."

"But - !" Peter started and Tony rolled his eyes playfully before ducking forward.

Their lips met in a kiss that was, without doubt, the best kiss Tony had ever given or received in his many years of life. Peter's lips were soft and plush, warm, and the scent of sour feelings and surprise quickly was overrun with arousal and pure unadulterated happiness. Almost immediately his delicate little throat let loose an omegan purr of contentment and Tony growled back, proud and possessive over the little thing in his arms.

He pushed himself until he was laying over the teenager, crowding him into the cushions of the couch, weighed down by Tony's larger, alpha form. Their kiss was turning from almost-innocent to downright sinful with their mouths opening, tongues pressing against each other in a dance as old as time.

Peter let out a little whine when Tony maneuvered them to where the younger mans legs were spread around Tony's hips and the alpha thrust down. He pulled back and let out a loud growl as he ground his hips into Peter's, the omega mewling out little sounds of pleasure. Pete tried to match the rhythm of Tony's grinding but was too inexperienced and blinded by pleasure to sync up so Tony ran a hand down to his hip and guided him.

"That's it, little omega," he panted, face pressed against Peter's mating gland as he breathed in the scent of happy, slick, yours. "Take what you need, sweetheart."

"Mr. - ah," Peter mewled, strong hands grasping at Tony's shoulders, hanging on for dear life. "Alpha, alpha, alpha," he panted, back arching as he finally found the right pace to rub his jean-clad cocklette and pussy over the bulge in Tony's slacks.

They both moaned when Tony's cock hooked into a slick indent in Peter's jeans and caused them to grind in place, the only thing stopping their coupling the barrier of their clothes.

"Pete," Tony panted, pressing the teens legs up and around to hook over his hips. He ground down again and again, the slick dripping from Peter's hole drenching his pants. He could feel it on his cock and the scent and knowledge of just how wet the kid was for him was driving him insane. "Fuck, so wet, baby. Is that all for me, huh, kid?"

"Yes - yes all for you, alpha," Peter panted, arching to allow Tony's cock to thrust deeper into the cradle of his thighs. He whined as his jeans stopped the older man from fucking too hard against him. "Need," he cried, tears of frustration gathering at the corners of his eyes. He was the prettiest thing Tony had ever seen.

"Can't - can't breed you yet, 'mega," Tony said, voice coming in huffs as he continued to thrust up into the sweet slick heat of Peter's most sensitive spot. Peter whined, long and low, his whole body begging to be breached and fucked and knotted. It pulled at Tony's heart and his knot started to swell like he was some teenaged pup ready to blow his load in his pants.

Might as well be, he thought, for all that Peter was driving him insane.

"Alpha, please," Peter cried. "Need - need - "

"Need alpha's cock?" Tony teased, rocking them together as tightly as he could. "Need to be bred, Petey?"

Peter let out a choked off moan as his head fell back, overwhelmed by the idea. "Yes, yes, yes," he agreed, rutting against Tony frantically. He was so close. "Need alpha's cock in me," he admitted, rushed, frantic. "Need his knot," he panted. Delirious with arousal and instinct, he said, "Wanna be bred full of his come, wanna give him - give him so many pups." He cut off with a moan when Tony thrust particularly viciously against his pussy.

For Tony's part, he was just as frantic with lust as Peter was. Hearing the omega, his omega beg for his knot, beg to be bred and become the mother of his pups was driving him insane. But he couldn't, not yet, wouldn't breed him until they were mated and they would be mated, he'd figure out a way how.

But until then -

He pulled back and Peter all but cried at the loss. "Shh, little omega," Tony said, hands moving to remove every piece of clothing covering his little mate. "It's okay, alpha's gonna take care of you." He threw Peter's shirt off first before his hands dexterously started unbuttoning and tugging down jeans and underwear.

"Please," Peter begged, legs colt-like and fumbling as he tried to help. Finally, he was completely naked before Tony's gaze and instead of covering himself like he always thought he might - the embarrassment of being naked a truly terrible thing - all he could think was to stretch out, spread out, show off for his alpha, his mate. Let him see what he owned and was about to mark up and make belong to him. He ran his hands over his flared hips and up to his flat chest, touching everywhere he wanted Tony to touch. "Please," he asked again, soft and full of want.

The billionaire leaned down again and kissed the teen full on the mouth, hands immediately roaming to everywhere he could touch. He tweaked the boy's nipples until he gasped, he ran calloused fingers over the sensitive flesh of his ribs and the soft skin of the inside of his thighs before finding his goal.

"Oh!" Peter exclaimed before dropping back into a deep moan.

Tony's fingers found the boy's cocklette and pussy and smoothed over the soft flesh with his hands before dipping a fingertip into his sopping went entrance. "Fuck," he grunted, Peter's hole was warm and more inviting than it had any right to be. "So fucking wet for me, baby," he said, dipping a second finger in when he realized how loose with arousal the boy was.

"All for you," Peter agreed, spreading his legs even wider, begging to be fucked by Tony's hand.

And fuck Tony did. He thrust both fingers fully into the boy who in turn let little ah, ah, ah noises as the alpha's fingers thrust in and out of him. He was already so incredibly close to coming it was insane.

"Please, alpha," he begged, grinding his hips down every time Tony thrust his thick fingers back into him. "Please, please, please."

"Gonna make you come, 'mega, don't you worry," Tony promised. His fingers were so drenched with slick it was amazing his hand hadn't just slid right out. And, god, thinking about all that hot liquid running over his knot was driving him insane. "C'mon now, pup," he said, crooking his fingers until Peter screamed. "Come for alpha, come on my hand, baby."

"Al - alphaaa," Peter cried, body tensing up and eyes rolling to the back of his head. He grabbed the arm of the couch behind his head and held on tightly as his orgasms crashed over him. He vaguely heard the snap of the wooden frame but truly could not care about it as waves upon waves of pleasure rushed over him.

Slowly, he came back down from his orgasm, feeling himself slumped against the couch cushions, crumbled couch arm held loose in his hand. He let go of the fabric and keened when he felt Tony swipe his whole hand up against Peter's pussy.

"Shh, Petey, just need - ah," the older man said. Peter cracked his eyes open to see Tony's cock finally free from his trousers and the older man's hand wrapped tight around it. His cock was glorious, thick and long and angry red at the tip, dripping precome as the billionaire wrapped his hand around it. He jacked himself off in quick, efficient strokes, the glide smooth with Peter's slick.

The teen shuddered, body trying and failing to rev back up because of the erotic image. Tony's eyes were trained between Peter's legs and, in a moment of confidence Peter didn't know he hand, the teen pulled the back of his thighs with both hands, tilting his hips and putting himself on full display for his alpha. "Fuck," Tony said, hips stuttering in their rhythm. He squeezed almost painfully tight against the knot at the base of his cock at then - hot streaks of come shot out, marking Peter from chest to pussy with wave after wave of alpha come. He let out an omegan purr again, happy and aroused and so fucking hot from the display of pure desire from his alpha.

After a few moments, both men had calmed down enough to clean up using one of the many rags from around the shop before curling up together on the couch. Peter, still naked, was pressed tightly against Tony's larger, warm form. For his part, Tony grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and covered the both of them, wrapping his arms around his little mate.

"Gonna mate you, kid," he promised lowly, leaving a kiss to soft, brown curls.

"Oh, alpha," Peter sighed in contentment. He tucked his head against Tony's mating gland and laved it with his tongue, breathing in the happiness in the air.

[stowawaymuffin]

“Ah- Mr Stark! What if someone sees us?” Peter says between gasps, struggling to hold in his moans as Tony pounds into him from behind.

“Let them watch baby, let them see who owns you.” He growls lowly.

He holds a tight grip onto Peter’s waist, leaving behind finger indents as he fucks into him. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds Petey. Be a good boy and let me hear you sweetie.” Peter lets out a choked out whimper, wanting to be good for Tony but also trying to fight that little voice in his head telling him that this is all wrong.

Tony tweaks his sensitive nipples with a whispered, “my sweet boy”, and Peter ultimately decides that he doesn’t care.

[sinner-for-starker]

"Come on, bambino, be a champ and take daddy's cock." Tony whispers to his son as he pressed his tip against his son's cunt. Peter was slowly reduced into a babbling mess with tears running down his cheeks as he relaxes his cunt around his dad's big cock.

"Too big." Peter hiccups- eyes wide- looking so sinful with moist cherry red lips- flushed pale skin and glassy doe eyes. "D-daddy- it's- you're too big for me!"

"Oh no- is my little kiddo feeling sore with just daddy's tip inside his cunt?" Tony asks in a fake condescending manner, he reaches in between them and began playing with the boy's clit, the boy shrieks- arching his pretty back off of the bed. "You can do it, sweetie pie, you're daddy's good boy right? You want to be daddy's good boy?"

Peter whines and nods promptly, "Y-yes! Yes- Am- Am daddy's good boy." his kiddo says in a more confident tone. Tony could feel his son's walls relaxing around him but fuck- the boy was still so fucking tight around his thick cock.

"That's it- that's it, m' boy, just like that- fuuuuck- fuck you always feel so good around daddy's cock, my love, the light of life." Tony praises Peter as he began moving his hips in a slow gait, his hips snapping with hard fervor as he forces his cock deeper into his son's smaller cunt.

Peter's small moans and movements of his hips to meet Tony's pace was enough of an indication that the boy was enjoying it- with tears running down his cheeks, Tony leans close and licks the boy's cheek before pressing his mouth against Peter's lips, locking his son into a feral saliva-exchange while Tony pounded his cock, hitting every spot that makes Peter squeal into his mouth.

"Da-dad! Daddy! Am gon- gonna cum daddy!" Pete wails into Tony's mouth.

"Go ahead kiddo, come on, cum on your father's cock, make a mess, give it all to your daddy, bambino." Tony growls as he hammered his hips harder and faster into Peter's pink cunt that was now squirting and gushing cum on his cock. With three more deep thrusts, he cums with a low grunt, his hips wavering and stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, filling his son womb with his potent cum.

"Mmm- daddy- so full." Peter says in a gibberish manner, already cock drunk and hazed with pleasure, eyes half closed as he looked at Tony.

"Of course, baby, gotta have my kiddo full and well-bred right?" Tony whispers, pressing kisses against his son's temple, pulling him closer for a hug while his cock stayed inside his son's cunt.

Peter doesn't answer but Tony chuckled when all he could hear were soft snores from his baby boy.

"Good night, 'bino. I love you so much." Tony says tenderly, tucking his kid in with his arms wrapped protectively around his son.

This is dedicated to my baby boy: @tnpt-depravity, I hope you like it my love. And thanks to starkercest fam for encouraging me to write, you peeps are amazing and I'm glad I met y'all.

[scholarlystarker]

Subtextual

Peter Parker/Tony Stark (aged up, collegestudent!Peter) Rating: Mature, will go to Explicit by chap 3

Peter's starkphone autocorrect accidentally says the quiet part out loud for him... and Tony decides to take him up on the offer.

LINK ON AO3

Preview:

With one hand, he texted Stark his request for a call, sifting through his bookbag with the other. He glanced briefly at the screen just as the message sent and his spine immediately turned to ice. 

OH FUCK NO. 

He typed a correction and sent it right away but the damage was done and he was officially in autocorrect Hell. 

Peter: u free tonight for anal? Peter: *a call Peter: omg im so sorry mr. stark Peter: autocorrect

Peter held the phone now in both hands, hyperventilating as he stared at the dots that indicated an incoming reply. 

TS: I’m in a meeting, Peter.

Peter blinked rapidly at the text, trying to decide if this was just Tony’s way of playing it off as nothing. Then more dots. 

TS: And I’d say at least buy me dinner first… but in your case, I���ll treat ;)

If it was possible to choke on pure air, Peter was pretty sure that was exactly what he was doing at that moment. His stomach contracted and heaved, even as his dick sprang to attention and he collapsed heavily into his desk chair with a pitiful noise. He typed back quickly but with more precision. 

Peter: ha ha, sir.  Peter: ill be busy FULLY disabling my starkphone autocorrect

There was a short delay where Peter assumed the conversation had ended but before he put the phone down, the dots appeared again. Maybe it was just a really boring meeting. 

TS: You know it’s set up to learn from us, right? 

Peter inhaled sharply. He’d forgotten that little fact, actually. 

TS: Is it terrible if I admit I’m curious how yours learned that particular substitution?

[yanderejustforyou]

The Nightmares of Iron

Summary:

"Tony, it’s okay," Peter said, his voice soft but urgent, as he reached out to shake Tony’s shoulder gently. "You’re safe. I’m here."

The night was unusually quiet at the Avengers Tower, the usual hum of activity stilled. Peter Parker had stayed late in the lab, tinkering with a few gadgets. He was trying to distract himself, but his mind kept drifting back to the same thought: Tony Stark.

Peter had always admired Tony, but lately, his feelings had transformed into something more intense. The more time he spent around the older man, the more he craved Tony's attention and approval. It was no longer just admiration; it was something deeper and more obsessive, and Peter struggled to control these emotions.

As Peter worked on a small project, a strange sound cut through the silence—Tony’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. "No... no, please... stop..." Tony’s words were low, pained, drifting through the walls from his private quarters. Peter’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he stood up from his workbench and moved toward Tony’s room. He hesitated for a moment before gently knocking on the door.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice trembled slightly, the oppressive silence wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. “Tony? Are you alright in there?”

A muffled voice broke through the silence, louder this time and filled with desperation. "No... no, please... not again..."

A knot formed in Peter’s stomach, an uneasy blend of concern and a darker, more unsettling feeling that he couldn't quite identify. With a shaky breath, he pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. The sight that met him was disturbing, sending chills down his spine as he took in the scene before him.

Tony was thrashing in his bed, covered in sweat, his face twisted in pain. The blankets were tangled around him, and his body jerked as if trying to escape an unseen threat. His eyes were closed, but his expression was full of terror. He was trapped in a nightmare, reliving some horrific memory or vision.

“Tony,” Peter whispered, his voice trembling. He couldn’t bear to see the man like this—so vulnerable, so broken. The urge to comfort and protect him surged in Peter’s chest. He moved closer, sitting at the edge of Tony’s bed. 

"Tony, it’s okay," Peter said, his voice soft yet urgent, as he gently shook Tony’s shoulder. "You’re safe. I’m here."

Tony's eyes shot open, wide with a raw panic that consumed him, his chest rising and falling with erratic, uneven breaths. The dim light of the room flickered as his gaze finally locked onto Peter, revealing a fleeting moment of recognition amidst the chaos. Yet, that recognition was overshadowed by a deep, haunting fear that reflected in his wide eyes.

“Peter?” His voice cracked under the weight of emotion, strained and desperate as he struggled to push himself upright. The terror etched on his features was palpable, but it was accompanied by something equally distressing—a profound, aching exhaustion that seemed to seep into his very bones.

Before Peter could muster a response or offer comfort, Tony's hand shot out with a fierce urgency, gripping Peter's wrist with an unexpected intensity. The tremor in his grip betrayed the depth of his panic. “Please… don’t let it happen again,” Tony pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, hoarse and filled with anguish. “I can’t—” He trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air between them, a weight that threatened to crush them both.

Peter’s heart thundered in his chest. The desperation in Tony’s voice, the way his hand gripped him, sent a thrill through Peter’s veins. He wasn’t sure if it was pity or something else that made him want to reach out and hold Tony—comfort him—but the intensity of it all consumed him.

“It’s okay,” Peter repeated, though his voice wavered. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Tony. I won’t leave.” Peter moved closer, his breath shaky, as he gently pried Tony’s hand off his wrist and took it in his own. The warmth of Tony’s skin sent a jolt through him. For a moment, he simply held Tony’s hand, unsure of what to do next. He could feel Tony’s pulse, fast and uneven, matching his own rapid heartbeat.

Tony leaned back against the headboard, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide and unblinking, but his gaze lingered on Peter, the fear still apparent. “I... I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s okay,” Tony admitted, his voice soft but strained. "The nightmares... they never stop."

Peter felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he noticed how much Tony seemed to depend on him, even if he didn't completely understand why. This moment of vulnerability was something Peter had longed for, even if he hadn’t realized it before. He wanted to be the one to save Tony—to be the one Tony relied on. He wanted to be the person who made everything right.

“I’ll be here for you,” Peter said softly, leaning forward to press his forehead against Tony’s. Their faces were so close that Peter could feel the warmth radiating from Tony’s skin. “I’ll always be here.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered, and for a moment, Peter thought he might pull away. But Tony didn’t. Instead, Tony’s fingers slowly traced the back of Peter’s hand, an unconscious motion that sent a shiver down Peter’s spine.

“You don’t have to do this, Peter,” Tony murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and something else—something that Peter couldn’t quite place. "You don't know what you're asking for." Peter’s lips twitched into a faint smile. His heart raced, and his thoughts felt clouded. All he wanted was to be close to Tony, to make him need him. To be more than just the kid who idolized him.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Tony,” Peter whispered, the words hanging in the air, heavy with meaning. He gently cupped Tony’s face in his hands, the touch lingering longer than necessary. “I’ll stay with you tonight, okay? No nightmares. Just us.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and when they reopened, they held a softness and vulnerability that Peter had never witnessed before. The depth of emotion in Tony’s gaze made Peter’s heart tighten. As Tony leaned into Peter’s gentle touch, a shaky breath escaped his lips, filled with uncertainty. “Okay,” he whispered, the word hanging in the air, fragile and tentative, as if he were testing the weight of it.

Peter didn’t require Tony to offer reassurances. He didn’t need Tony to grasp the full magnitude of what he was feeling or the complexities of their situation. What he needed was for Tony to continue seeking him out, to lean on him like a sturdy pillar in a storm. As long as Tony relied on him, Peter would hold on tightly, ensuring that he was always there to catch him.

As Tony’s breathing slowly steadied, Peter remained at his side, never once considering leaving.

[ironh3artstark]

Since it was rdj's birthday!!! i would love to request where its tony's birthday and peter's gift to him is himself wearing a lingerie or sexy outfit uniform! hard core smut pls

Thank you for the request :). Hope it’s alright! Also sorry for any typos

The sound of Tony's shoes hitting the floor alerted Peter. He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. The room was dark, as per Peter's request. Peter had been a good boy for his lover and he had a present for his 47th birthday.

Tony walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie. He looked at the bed with a smirk. "My baby, waiting for me?" Tony asked.

"Yes Sir," Peter smiles confidently. "I have a surprise for you."

Tony grinned and stripped off his shirt. "Baby, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Can I see it now?"

"No," Peter said. "Sit."

Tony raised his eyebrow and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "Well then," he said, sitting.

Other times he would’ve instantly corrected the tone that came out of Peter’s mouth, tonight, he was allowing it.

Peter turned on the bedside light. "Look," he said, holding out a gift. "Happy birthday, Tony." Tony smirked and took the present. "Thank you, baby," he said, tearing the paper and peering at the luxurious design. "Lingerie?" Tony guesses with a smirk.

"Open the box," Peter says, looking at how Tony looks up and down his body once he realizes his boy is absolutely bare naked, and by bare he means it. He’s hairless and smooth everywhere.

Tony nods, sadly tearing his eyes away from his beautiful boy, and opens the box.

Tony’s eyes widen with lust and wonder at the sight before him. "Oh."

Inside the box was a matching set of pink lacy underwear and a pink silk nightgown. It was simple but it was elegant and it was, ultimately, Tony's style. "You like it?" Peter asks with cheeks as pink as a spring flower, shyly smiling.

"Yes," Tony said, stroking the silk. "It's beautiful. Perfect for you.”

Peter beams and giggles. "Now close your eyes," he says.

"Yes baby," Tony said. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of vanilla and flowers as Peter moves around in front of him, the movement, wafting the delicious smell around the room.

"No peeking!" Peter says. Tony can hear the smile in his voice and smiles with his eyes still closed.

Peter picks up the nightgown.

"Wouldn't dream of it, honey." Tony speaks softly, crossing his heart.

Peter pulls the nightgown over his head, pulling it down to his thighs, glad he decided to wax himself smooth so Tony can have the best experience.

Once the nightgown is on, Peter bites his lip and grabs the lacy pink panties that lie in the box. They were attached to garters that connected the panties to them with very fragile lace. When Peter tends to get excited, he ends up breaking things. He does not want to rip these—possibly the most pretty things he ever owned.

He slips them on oh so carefully, the fabric feeling so nice against his skin, especially the smooth, waxed skin. "Okay, Tony," Peter says, walking forward to the older man. "I'm all ready for you."

Tony smirks and opens his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the gorgeous sight before him. "Fuck baby, you're beautiful." Tony breathes out. Peter has never failed to take his breath away, that’s just how pretty his boy is.

"Thank you," Peter blushes, fingers playing with the end of the frayed fabric of his slip.

"May I touch you, darling?" Tony asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Peter.

"Of course, Sir," Peter nods, stepping closer and sitting on Tony's lap, his legs wrapping around Tony's waist.

Tony smiles, his hands stroking up the sides of Peter's hips, sliding underneath the silk nightgown and rubbing his back. "I love you." He says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Peter's collarbone.

"I love you too," Peter whispers, his body already reacting to Tony's touch, the lace rubbing against his cock, and Tony’s already stiff length in his dress pants, causing a bulge to be felt.

"So sweet and innocent," Tony mumbles. His hands come down, stroking Peter's thighs and the lacy material of the garters. "You did such a good job getting ready for me. Waxed everything and got these panties for me. Did you get hard when you were waxing yourself, baby? I bet you did. You got hard, thinking about my big cock inside of you. Fucking you open and filling you up."

"I did, was thinking about how good you’ll feel inside me." Peter moaned softly, grinding down on Tony's lap, trying not to tear his new panties.

"That's my boy," Tony praises. He kisses Peter's jaw, sucking gently and running his tongue over the skin.

"Can I undress you, Tony?" Peter asks, his eyes full of desire.

"You may, baby," Tony answers, pressing his forehead against Peter's, looking into his eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Peter’s nose.

Peter moans, reaching down and unbuckling Tony's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and dropping it to the floor. Next, he pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. He slips his hand inside, wrapping it around Tony's large cock, and gasps when he feels the slick, warm, and wet flesh. "Already so hard for me, Tones."

"You make me so hard, baby.” Tony bites out.

"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" Peter asks, batting his eyelashes.

"Not tonight, sweet boy." Tony says.

"Why not, Sir?" Peter pouts, wondering if he did something wrong.

"Tonight, I wanna fuck you on your back, okay?" Tony says, grinning as he watches the sad pout go away, and gets replaced with a happy smile.

Peter eagerly nods, his curls bouncing on top of his head. He slides off of Tony's lap, his feet hitting the floor and making him slightly wobble because his legs are trembling with the anticipation of what's about to happen.

Tony takes the opportunity to shuck his pants off, his boxers going down with them, his cock springing free and standing proudly.

"Sir," Peter says, getting up and crawling on top of the bed, his nightgown sliding up, revealing his pink lacy panties. "Come here," he says.

"Where, baby boy?" Tony asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Here," Peter says, his hands reaching out, signaling Tony to come closer.

Tony stands and crawls up onto the bed, laying between Peter's spread legs. "Hi," he says, smiling down at the young boy.

"Hey," Peter blushes. "Kiss me?" He asks.

"As you wish," Tony grins, leaning down and pressing their lips together.

Peter's arms wrap around Tony's shoulders and their lips slot together perfectly. They both sigh in contentment. The kiss starts out gentle and slow, but turns more desperate as time goes on.

"Tony, fuck," Peter whines as they break apart, both panting.

"I got you, sweetheart," Tony says, one hand coming up to stroke Peter's cheek. "I'll always take care of you. My beautiful boy."

Peter sighs in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. He nuzzles his cheek into Tony's hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Do you want the panties to stay on or off?" Tony asks, using his free hand to glide it along Peter’s waist.

"Mmm, On," Peter blushes. "They're cute and I like them."

"Me too," Tony chuckles, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" Peter asks, opening his eyes and looking at Tony, biting his lip.

"Oh, of course I will," Tony grins, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Lay on your stomach," he says, opening the bottle.

"Yes sir," Peter says, flipping over. He grabs one of the many pillows on the bed, putting it under his waist, his ass sticking up and his face buried into the soft silk.

Tony looses breath at how easily Peter did that motion, running his eyes all across the span of Peter’s plump ass.

Tony leans down and presses a kiss to Peter's tailbone, his hand coming up and rubbing over Peter's lace covered hole. "This is the best birthday gift, baby," Tony says, squeezing Peter's ass and rubbing the small hole through the panties.

"Thank you, Sir," Peter says. "It's just—I wanted to make you happy."

"Oh, honey, you did. I’m so proud of you.” Tony coos, eyes filled with love as he listens to his lover speak.

Peter sighs softly, pushing his wide hips back.

"Shh," Tony hums, rubbing his back. "I got you, baby." He pulls the lacy material aside gently and grabs the lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, rubbing it to warm it up.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks, his index finger brushing against the tight ring of muscle.

"Yes," Peter whispers. "Please, Tony."

"Anything for you," Tony speaks softly, feeling his cock twitch as his eyes catch the pink and tight pucker. He circles the rim, teasing the muscle, and pushes his finger in.

"Mmm, thank you, Sir." Peter sighs, his ass relaxing and taking the long and thick finger easily.

"God, look at you, sweet boy. You're always so good for me." Tony growls, pushing his finger in deeper. Peter moans, the praise going straight to his cock, which is leaking pre-cum into his panties.

Tony starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching Peter, who is obviously, taking it like a champ. "Almost done, okay baby? You're doing so well."

"M'kay, add another." Peter whimpers, his hands grabbing at the silk bedspread.

"You're a little needy tonight," Tony comments. He pulls his finger out and adds a bit more lube, before pushing back in with two.

"Just need your cock," Peter huffs, his body arching into the sheets.

"Shh, don't worry, you'll get it. Patience." Tony says, scissoring his fingers. Peter whines and bites down on his lip. He can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping into the panties and it causes a shiver to spread throughout his body.

Tony pushes his fingers in and crooks them, searching for the spot that drives Peter crazy. Peter's back arches and a loud moan rips from his throat when Tony brushes against his prostate.

"Oh, fuck, please, Sir, I'm ready, please." Peter begs, his voice desperate.

"What do you want, baby?" Tony asks.

"You, please. Need you to fuck me." Peter whimpers, writhing against the sheets, and also pushing back against the two fingers in his hole.

Tony grins, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He sits back on his haunches, quickly removing his undershirt and looks at Peter, making a move to grab the lube. "Turn around," Tony says. “Wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you, love.”

Peter blushes and nods, quickly turning around and resting his head on the soft pillow.

"Do you still want the panties on?" Tony asks, looking down at the soaking wet material, the lace stained a dark pink.

"Yes, please." Peter blushes, spreading his legs wide, showing off his cock and balls, straining against the lace.

"Beautiful," Tony whispers, his eyes raking up and down the boy's body.

"T-thank you, sir." Peter says, biting his lip, his eyes focused on Tony's big, leaking, and fat cock.

Tony lubes himself up and lines the second pillow up, positioning it under Peter's hips. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking down at the younger man.

"Yes, sir, please, want you." Peter begs, his soft and small hands coming up and resting on Tony's shoulders.

Tony grunts, taking a hold of the base of his cock and pushing into Peter. "O-oh, fuck," Peter groans, his mouth opening and his eyes screwing shut.

"So fucking tight," Tony moans, his free hand coming down and holding Peter's hip. "You feel so good, sweetheart."

"You're so big," Peter whimpers, his hole clenching around the fat cock, the stretch causing a delicious burn.

"Take it so well, though," Tony whispers, pulling out a bit before slowly thrusting back, eyes staring right into Peter’s. Tony’s once light brown eyes have turned black due to the lust and desperation he is experiencing, and Peter loves it.

He loves when he can drive Tony to that point where his eyes are a whole new man’s.

"Fuck," Tony groans, pushing in harder, the tight heat of Peter's hole, driving him mad.

"Sir, yes, right there, please." Peter cries, his back arching, his nails digging into Tony's skin.

Tony smirks and pulls out all the way, before slamming back in, his cock hitting Peter's prostate dead on. "Yes!" Peter screams, his head tilting back.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, sweet boy. All dressed up for me." Tony grunts, his eyes locked on Peter's face.

"All yours, all yours, only yours, only you get to see me like this." Peter rambles, his cock pulsing and aching.

"That's right," Tony says, leaning down and kissing Peter, his hand coming between them and tugging at the boy's lace covered cock.

Peter gasps, the lace adding a different sensation and he whimpers against Tony's lips. “Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” Peter pants out, gripping Tony’s back with a seriously strong amount of force. It should’ve hurt Tony, but he was too lost in the pleasure right now, he ask Peter to grip him as hard as possible.

"Cum, baby. Let go." Tony mumbles, his mouth trailing down Peter's neck, licking and sucking a mark, his thrusts speeding up.

"Tony!" Peter moans, his back arching as he releases.

Tony moans into Peter’s neck as he clenches tight around his cock. Tony bites hard on Peter’s neck as he speeds up the force and pace of his thrusting incredibly. Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the bite of Tony, along with the strongest and best orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life.

"Sir!" Peter gasps, his fingers raking down Tony's back, his cock spurting out ropes of white cum, the panties being covered and the wetness starting to soak through.

"Oh, fuck, god," Tony moans shakily, pulling back and watching as his boy orgasms. He grips the sheets and slams his hips into Peter, chasing his own orgasm.

Peter cries out and his legs lock around Tony's waist. Peter bites his bottom lip and grinds down as Tony fucks into him. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Tony grunts, his thrusts starting to stutter.

"Do it," Peter whispers. "Want your cum in me, wanna feel you for days."

"Peter," Tony growls, his cock swelling before his eyes squeeze shut tightly and he comes, his cum coating Peter's walls and filling him to the brim.

Peter moans at the hot liquid inside of him, and he can feel the sticky wetness seeping into his panties. “I love you.” Peter pants.

"God, I love you more," Tony breathes, slowly pulling out, both of them hissing at the loss.

Peter whimpers, his hole clenching and unclenching, not wanting to be empty.

"Let me clean you up, sweetheart," Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s forehead before getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.

"Mm, don't wanna take my panties off," Peter grumbles.

Tony chuckles from the bathroom, “Peter, baby, I’ll buy you the whole store. They’re dirty.”

"But they're cute." Peter pouts, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony smiles, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth. "I'll buy you new ones, okay?"

"Okay," Peter yawns.

"Here," Tony says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Open up, sweetie."

Peter spreads his legs, letting Tony clean the cum off his stomach and his hole.

Tony drops the washcloth and crawls up, kissing Peter's lips. Peter hums and smiles, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around Tony's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tony mumbles, pulling back and nuzzling his nose against Peter's.

"For what?" Peter giggles.

"For tonight. Best birthday ever." Tony grins, his eyes staring into the big brown eyes he fell in love with.

"I'm glad." Peter smiles, pecking Tony’s lips.

“Now, how about we get some sleep?” Tony smirks, stroking a hand over Peter’s cheek.

[late-to-the-party-81]

When Peter parker's famous boyfriend tony stark returns from a two weeks mission or business trip, he decides to treat him. smut please. Buttom power! peter riding tony

What a boy wants

AN: Well here’s a smutty little ficlet for you. I’ve decided this is set in my 'A place on earth' universe, because why not? As always, aged up Peter Parker.

Not beta’d, so sorry for any rogue commas.

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Summary: If you’d asked Tony yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tony Stark.

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Explicit Sexual Content, implied use of sex toys, anal sex, cock riding, power bottom!Peter, Nipple clamps, Cream Pie, Clothing disparity.

“Tony!”

Tony had barely stepped out of his suit before the slim, but muscular body of his boyfriend barrelled into him.

“I missed you,” Peter mumbled into his chest.

Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s frame and rested his cheek on the top of Peter’s dark curls. “Missed you too, baby boy.”

Peter tilted his head and Tony raised his own so he could look down at his angel. “Not as much as I missed you,” came the emphatic reply. Peter’s eyes were deep pools of raw emotion and Tony was so hypnotised by them it took him a moment to realise two things. One, Peter was steering him backwards, a fact that he was only really aware of when the back of his legs hit the couch and he tumbled down onto it. Two, Peter was wearing his short silk robe and only that.

Tony landed on the couch with a soft oomph and immediately Peter was climbing up onto him, straddling his thighs and using his nimble fingers to work at Tony’s fly with a determination bordering on obsessive.

“Hey, baby. Slow down. What’s the rush?” He tried to sit up, but halted when Peter looked at him, one eyebrow raised. 

“Anthony Edward Stark. You’ve been gone for two whole weeks. Since we got together the longest I’ve gone without you filling me up is forty-eight hours.” Peter glanced down as he freed Tony’s cock and licked his lower lip. “I ache for you Mr. Stark.”

Tony’s eyes rolled back as Peter let out the honorific and he started to pump Tony’s cock which didn’t seem to have an issue with getting with the programme, despite the fact that a part of his brain thought Peter was a little shit for pulling out the big guns to get his way.

However, Tony would admit that the way that Peter was so unashamedly going after what he wanted was doing something to him. If you’d asked him yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Having brought Tony to full hardness at record speed, Peter let him go and threw off his robe. He was, as Tony had thought, naked underneath, except for a pair of gold and red clamps joined by a chain, which made his small nipples puff up as they squeezed them. Tony couldn’t help but skim his palms up Peter’s sides and then rub his thumbs over the two stiff peaks, watching his lover shudder with sensation, before he stared down at Peter’s straining and dripping cock.

“Petey,” he sighed, full of lust, love and amazement for his boy. Peter leant forward and pressed his lips to Tony’s and Tony lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, not even registering that Peter had taken hold of his cock again until he felt it being enveloped by a warm wet heat. He jerked in surprise and opened his eyes as Peter groaned and fully seated himself, his eyes still closed.

“Holy shit, Peter. Are you okay?” Tony felt panic and then confusion rise within him. They hadn’t done any prep and there wasn’t any lube in this room, but Peter didn’t feel dry and overly tight - quite the opposite - and Peter wasn’t crying out in pain either. In fact he looked entirely blissed out.

Peter smiled and gently rocked atop Tony’s cock.. “So okay, Mr Stark. Friday told me when you set off for home, so I opened myself up and got myself ready. I’ve been slowly fucking myself with that dildo you bought me for the last thirty minutes. Made my little boy-pussy all wet and slippery, so I could take you in straight away. Almost came so many times, but I’ve been saving it. I needed to feel you inside me.”

Peter lifted himself up and started to fuck himself, and all Tony could do was look up in awe, desperately trying to burn each erotic movement onto his retinas. Peter was resplendent -so self-assured - as he just took his pleasure from Tony’s body. He let out little sighs and moans as he moved up and down and stirred his hips.

“Feels so good, Mr Stark. Love the way you fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby. Where did this dirty mouth come from?” Tony asked, still not fully believing that his sweet boy was being so commanding.

“Been dreaming about you ‘n’ decided I wanted to be selfish when you got back. Just want you to lie there and let me have this. You can take it can’t you, Mr Stark? Just let me ride you and ride you until I want to come?”

All Tony could let out was a garbled moan before he bit his lip, tightening his hands on Peter’s hips as he willed his orgasm to build slower. He wanted to make Peter happy. He always tried to let his boy finish first, but this time it felt even more important that he succeed. He thought that closing his eyes again might help, so he wouldn’t be able to see the erotic  juxtaposition of a naked Peter wantonly riding his own clothed body, but it just made everything worse. All his other sensations were suddenly amplified. Peter’s breathy sighs and the salacious, wet, slapping sound of him taking Tony over and over filled his ears. The exquisite push, pull and squeeze on his cock was the only thing he could feel. It was getting too much.

“Peter,” he whined. “Please. I’m so close.” 

“I’m almost there too, Mr Stark,” Peter replied between pants. ��Pull on the chain.”

Tony fluttered his eyes open again, trying to focus on the delicate gold links swaying between Peter’s small but defined pecs. He reached out, snagging the chain between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand, and gave it a cautious tug. Peter let out a deep moan and his body clenched down, making Tony choke back a cough.

“Again,” Peter commanded. “Harder. And when I come I want you to fuck up into me as hard as you can.”

Tony nodded dumbly and then pulled on the chain again, slowly drawing it back towards him and watching how Peter’s nipples lengthened, until his concentration was broken by Peter’s loud shout and the feeling of Peter’s channel starting to spasm as his orgasm took hold. With Peter’s cum splashing all over his shirt, Tony let go of the chain so he could grip Peter’s hips firmly, plant his feet, and start to thrust up. 

Tony started to come almost immediately. He felt the way his balls drew up and the way his cock swelled inside the tight clutch of Peter’s body. His own cry of pleasure mingled with Peter’s as he rode out a wave that felt never-ending, pouring himself inside of his lover. 

Peter collapsed over him, and Tony shifted his hands so he could stroke Peter’s hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“Damn, Petey,” he gasped out. “That was… Wow!”

Peter lifted his head and opened one eye, looking up at Tony. “You liked?”

Tony dropped a kiss onto Peter’s smooth, unwrinkled forehead. “I loved,” he confirmed.

“Does that mean I can be bossy more often,” Peter asked with a smile.

“Baby boy, you can be as bossy as you like, as often as you like, if that's what comes from it. But for now, I’m gonna lay down the law and say that we need to go and have a shower. I also need to burn this shirt - I don’t think it’s salvageable.”

Peter giggled, his voice bell-like. “It’s a good job you can afford to buy more, because I have a feeling a few others might get ruined.”

“Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.”

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[mystical-knight-dragon]

New Tony/Peter one-shot! Sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship

[starkerobsession]

I’ve said something like this before but I love the idea that when Peter is nervous, he’s not as in control of his powers. Specifically his ability to stick and unstick to things. And who makes him the most nervous? Tony Stark.

When Tony first takes Peter’s hand, Peter’s nerves are through the roof and when it’s time to let go of his hand, Peter is mortified to find that he can’t. He’s stuck to Tony. The embarrassment only makes it worse. It takes him a good ten minutes to compose himself before he finally unsticks. Tony finds it adorable.

Becomes smutty here:

He starts to get it under control, that is until the first time he gets to touch Tony’s dick. Peter is down on his knees with Tony’s hard dick inches from his face. He has one hand rested on Tonys leg and then he hesitantly wraps his hand around Tony’s cock. Tony’s murmuring sweet praises to him and Peter is super horny and super nervous, and he’s about to start stroking when he realises he can’t. His hand is stuck. In fact both hands are stuck. He’s stuck kneeling in front of Tony’s cock, holding onto it like a slut. He’s sweating as he looks up at Tony in shame. It takes Tony a minute to realise what’s happened. To be honest, the position they’re in, Peter’s warm hands on him and the shameful look on his face makes Tony even more horny.

“What’s going to relax you?” Tony asks him. “You want me to make you cum?”

“It- it might work but I… how? I can’t even move my hands…”

“Don’t you worry about that, Kid,” Tony smirks as he uses his own hands to push Peter’s head closer to his cock. “Open up.”

Peter opens his mouth and lets Tony’s dick slide inside. God it feels good. He can’t even take Tony’s full length in his mouth because his own hand is in the way, but Tony’s got his fingers tangled in Peter’s hair and is forcing the boy to make do with what he’s got. Can he really cum from this? From sucking Tony off? Probably. His own dick is extremely hard right now. Everything about this situation is making him aroused. But he’s never cum untouched before. He doesn’t think about it.

“Look at me while you suck me off, I want eye-to-eye contact, you got me? Good boy. There you go. God, look how beautiful you look. You’ve never looked prettier than you do right now, with your pretty lips wrapped around just the tip of my dick. You like that, don’t you, baby? Hmm? Didn’t hear you. Do you like that?”

Peter is becoming a mess with Tony’s words. He nods desperately and moans around Tony’s cock, trying to tell him “yes”.

“Mm, good. I’m glad you like it. You’re making daddy really happy right now, you know that? You’re such a good boy. Sucking daddy’s cock like you were born for this. You’re making me feel so good, Kid. Fuck. You want to taste how good you make me feel?”

Peter feels like he’s going to cum any second. He moans against Tony’s dick again and nods up at Tony. Within seconds, he feels Tony’s grip tighten on his head as he holds Peter in place and he feels his mouth fill up with Tony’s cum. He doesn’t dare break eye contact. If staring up at Tony while he literally cums in his mouth isn’t enough, Tony murmurs “swallow it all, Kiddo”, and Peter does as he’s told while he feels himself cum untouched in his pants. It’s all too much for him. He’s just an inexperienced kid, and this is just so good, and his orgasm is probably the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

After a moment, Tony pulls Peter back off his cock, and Peter breathes out, trying to compose himself.

“So did my baby boy cum?”

Peter blushes hard and nods. “Yeah. Yes. I- uh. Thank you.”

“Thank you. Did that do the trick? Are you relaxed now?”

Peter tries to let go of Tony and finally his hands are working properly again. He’s not sticky. He lets out a relieved laugh and stands up shakily. His knees hurt from being on the floor for so long. He smiles sheepishly at Tony.

“Have you got any spare clothes for me to wear? I kinda- I made a mess.”

Tony smirks, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Peter’s sweaty forehead. “I think that can be arranged. Come on, Kid.”

[captshipper]

Tony feels less guilt when he fucks Peter from behind, when he can pretend the tight cunt around his cock doesn't belong to his baby.

[stowawaymuffin]

Naive Peter being brushed up against by Tony, each caress getting bolder than the other. Peter thinks that it’s all normal and Tony sees no reason to correct him.

It starts out relatively tame with a simple graze against his waist as he stands behind him at his work bench, and a hand at the back of his neck to redirect him to where Tony wants him to look.

This quickly turns into full on back hugs, and Tony resting a hand on Peter’s thigh on the couch during movie night.

Peter thinks nothing of it, convinced that this is just how the older man is, and Tony has no problem indulging in the boy’s oblivious willingness.

[soleillov]

Peter's wardrobe essentials 👛🧸🎀

when Peter isn't wearing his Spider-Man suit, he's a real pillow princess. He hangs out in the Avengers Tower tower in just his pajamas and panties. When he goes on dates with Tony or another Avenger, he wears the sluttiest outfit to please all the men in his life.

bonus: he only wear Tony's leather jacket when is cold ❄️

[scholarlystarker]

made a moodboard to go with my Autocorrect fic verse:

Subtextual Rated Explicit words: 7,243. Complete.

Peter's starkphone autocorrect accidentally says the quiet part out loud for him... and Tony decides to take him up on the offer.

Subliminal Rated Explicit words: 8,594. Complete

Tony wakes up with Peter in his bed and tells himself he doesn't have any particular feelings about this at all. Because compartmentalization has worked so well for him in the past...

[yanderejustforyou]

Beneath the Mask

Summary:

Peter nodded, but something gnawed at him. He watched Tony for a few moments longer, the way his fingers moved over the tech, the way his eyes narrowed in concentration. Peter’s chest tightened, and he suddenly felt the need to be closer, to be in Tony’s space. He wanted Tony to notice him in a way that was more than just a protégé.

Peter Parker had always admired Tony Stark. Ever since their encounter during the fight in Berlin, he had been in awe of the man—the genius, the billionaire, and the hero. To Peter, Tony represented everything he aspired to be and more. He idolized him, sought his approval, and absorbed every piece of advice Tony offered.

Tony had acted as a mentor to him, guiding him and teaching him what it meant to be a hero. At least, that’s what Peter believed.

As time moved forward, Peter began to notice a shift within himself, one that he initially struggled to comprehend. Every time he encountered Tony—whether they were collaborating in the lab on exciting experiments, attending meetings filled with discussion and ideas, or simply sharing a meal at a table—the hold Tony had on his thoughts intensified. What had begun as simple admiration for his mentor’s genius and charisma evolved into something much more complex and unsettling.

Peter found himself captivated by Tony in ways that went beyond respect or friendship. It was as if a shadow had crept into his mind, darkening his once-clear perceptions. This feeling was no longer just a fleeting admiration; it had morphed into a consuming obsession that gnawed at him relentlessly. Despite his attempts to push these thoughts aside, they lingered like an uninvited guest in his mind.

At first, these feelings manifested subtly. He'd catch himself stealing glances at Tony, noticing the way his eyes sparkled with amusement, or how his smile carried an infectious warmth. It was in these moments that Peter’s thoughts would wander, drifting into territories he knew he shouldn’t explore. But as days turned into weeks, the initial subtlety faded, evolving into an overwhelming urge that began to dominate his every thought and action. He could feel it—a powerful force that threatened to take control of him, one that he desperately tried to resist yet found himself increasingly powerless against.

It all started one night at the Avengers Tower. Peter was there to help with a small project, but Tony had been acting differently lately. There was a distance in his eyes, something that Peter couldn’t quite place. Peter felt a strange surge of jealousy when he saw Tony chatting with Natasha, laughing like they were more than just teammates. He couldn’t explain why it bothered him so much.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter called out, pushing aside the unsettling feeling churning in his stomach as he stepped into the lab , the familiar sights and sounds wrapping around him like a second skin.

Tony looked up from his workbench, where an array of sleek gadgets and glowing screens illuminated his focused expression. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he recognized Peter's voice. “What’s up, kid?” he replied, his tone light but with a hint of curiosity.

Peter hesitated for a moment , scrutinizing the tangled wires and half-finished projects scattered across the table. He shrugged, trying to appear casual despite the anxiety brewing inside him. “I just wanted to check on the project. How’s it going?” he asked, hoping his concern didn’t fully seep through.

Tony gestured toward the cluttered workbench with a relaxed air. “Pretty good. I’ve got a few kinks to work out,” he said, his confidence evident, “but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” His fingers deftly moved over a complex circuit board, showcasing his skill and passion for the work.

Peter nodded, though a sense of apprehension gnawed at him. He continued to watch Tony, captivated by the way his focus sharpened, his brow furrowing as he concentrated. Each delicate movement of Tony's hands seemed to draw Peter in closer, amplifying the weight of his unspoken feelings.

As he observed the brilliant inventor immersed in his craft, Peter’s chest tightened. A sudden urge washed over him—a desire to bridge the distance, to step into Tony’s space and connect with him on a deeper level. At that moment, he yearned for Tony to see him not just as a protégé, but as someone he truly cared about.

“Mr. Stark, I—uh…” Peter stammered, his voice faltering. “Do you ever… do you ever get lonely?”

Tony looked up at him, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Lonely? No, not really. But then again, I’ve always had work to keep me busy. Why do you ask?”

Peter shifted his weight nervously, his heart hammering in his chest. “Just curious,” he replied.

There was a brief pause, and then Tony stood up, walking over to him. He placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder in that familiar way that made Peter feel special, as if he were important. However, this time, the touch lingered just a little too long.

“You know, you’re like a kid brother to me,” Tony said with a grin, as if trying to ease Peter’s discomfort. “But I gotta say, you’ve been acting a little… strange lately. What’s going on with you?”

Peter’s mind raced, the pressure of his feelings building until it felt like it would explode. He needed Tony to understand. He needed Tony to notice him. To really notice him. His breath quickened, and without thinking, he blurted out, “I’m not just your kid brother, Mr. Stark. I… I want more than that. I want you to see me. I want to be more than just your sidekick. I want you.”

The words spilled from his lips in a rush before he could rein them in, leaving a bitter taste of regret in his mouth. Heat flooded his cheeks, turning them a deep crimson as he glanced away, unable to muster the courage to meet Tony’s piercing gaze.

Tony’s expression went rigid, his brows furrowing as he searched Peter’s face for any sign that this was all a joke. But there was nothing lighthearted in Peter’s eyes—no glimmer of mischief, no playful spark. Instead, they held a profound darkness, a sense of desperation that sent a chill through the air between them.

Tony’s hand slid off Peter’s shoulder as he stepped back, his brow furrowing. “Peter… What the hell are you talking about?”

Peter’s chest felt tight, the weight of his feelings threatening to suffocate him. “I just… I just want you to notice me, Tony. To really see me. I’ve always been here, always been good enough, right?”

Tony took a step back, his face unreadable. “Kid, listen. I’ve always had your back, but you need to understand something. You’re not the only one with problems. You don’t need to go down this road. You’re better than this. Just … calm down, okay?”

Peter's head spun like a whirlwind, drowning out Tony's words that seemed to hang uselessly in the air. Instead, all he could hear was the relentless pounding of his heart thundering in his ears, a wild and urgent rhythm that mirrored the chaos within him. A nagging urgency clawed at his insides, a deep-seated need to make Tony see him for who he truly was. He longed for Tony to understand that he was meant to be more than just a sidekick—he was the one who could fill the void Tony never acknowledged.

Before Tony could utter another syllable, Peter surged forward, grabbing him by the collar with an intensity that startled even him. "No, Tony. I’m not just your kid. I’m not just your sidekick. I need you," he implored, his voice low and trembling with desperation . Each word dripped with an unrecognized danger, a raw vulnerability that left him exposed, as if he were baring his very soul in that fleeting moment.

Tony’s eyes widened for a split second, but then his face hardened, his hand coming up to push Peter’s away. “This isn’t you, Peter. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to stop before it gets out of hand.”

But Peter wasn’t listening anymore. He was too far gone. His admiration for Tony had become something twisted, something all-consuming. He had built up a fantasy in his mind, and now that fantasy was all he could see.

“I’m not going to stop, Tony,” Peter muttered under his breath , his voice low but determined. “I’ll do whatever it takes for you to understand. For you to see me. I’ll make you see me.”

Tony's jaw tightened, a storm of disbelief and concern brewing in his eyes as he gazed at Peter. “Peter… you’re really scaring me,” he uttered, his voice low and shaky.

Peter’s laughter echoed softly, carrying an unsettling edge that sent chills down Tony's spine. “You don’t have to be scared, Tony. All I want is for you to love me. I’ll do anything for that,” he declared, his tone almost frenzied, hinting at a desperation that made Tony's heart race.

Turning abruptly, Peter began to walk away, his footsteps echoing in the silence . Inside, his mind churned with obsessive plans, each thought a thread pulling him closer to the singular goal of making Tony see him—truly see him—in the way he craved, in the way he felt he needed.

The world could crumble around them, but as far as Peter was concerned, nothing else mattered as long as Tony Stark was his.

[ironh3artstark]

“You’re taking me so well, kid,” Tony grunts as he thrusts into the practically limp body under him. Peter whimpers weakly as he raises a limp hand to try to push the older man back and off of him.

Tony pushes Peter’s hand back on the bed, taking a look at his protégé’s flushed and leaking cock. Tony breathes out a chuckle as he grabs the teens spread legs and pulls them up to his shoulders. Tony pants harshly as he listens to the weak and fucked out moans of Peter.

Peter’s cock is leaking all over his tummy while he tightens around Tony’s cock. “Please...s-stop,” Peter says with tears running down his red cheeks.

Tony shakes his head, “No, baby. You wanted this. Remember? You kept begging for my dick so pathetically,” He grins.

“And when I finally fuck you braindead, you wanna tell me to stop?”

Tony thrusts hard and fast into Peter’s prostate as his legs begin to shake, a high moan escaping the young boy as he spurts out small streams of cum.

“Nngh..” Peter speaks tiredly, drool seeping from the side of his mouth and eyes drooping.

Tony smiles at the boy under him, “I knew you could take it. How about one more, kid?”