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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 months ago

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Marvel | Starker

It's been a long hard day and Tony can't think of anything better than eating his baby out until it all fades away. Peter's been waiting all day for Tony to present him with the bag he's been asking for and now here the man is asking for sex. That man has a lot to answer for coming home empty handed, or so Peter thinks.

Rating: Explicit

For my H <3

Inspired by this fic

Warnings/tags: mafia au, brat!Peter, degrading language, rimming, feminine terms for male parts, rough sex, money kink?, daddy kink, cum facial

Tony stepped through the door and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders to be dropped carelessly on the coat rack where it barely clung to the wood. He let out a breath and with it went the stress of the day, or at least tiny bits of it. Then his eyes landed on Peter. Beautiful as ever. He'd spent the day being pampered just as he deserved. His hair was professionally styled and his nails were buffed and manicured. He liked the way they clicked against the glass of his phone's screen.

Peter looked up at him. His gaze was warm and affectionate, further stripping away the day's stress. Tony rolled up his sleeves as he took his first steps across the office.

"Hi, daddy! How was your day?" Peter greeted. He didn't put his phone down and his feet were still propped up on the desk. He was the picture of luxury in one of his pretty robes, sheer with nothing underneath.

"Awful," Tony huffed. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, daddy. And also, I missed your credit card. You won't believe what just happened-"

"Not now, baby. I missed you," Tony tried again.

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Not now? Not now?!" He took his feet off the desk to sit up straight.

"It's been a long day, baby. I just want to relax. Let me have you first." Tony reached the desk and dropped to his knees, looking no less than a man in a drought, kneeling before a fresh water spring. The heel of Peter's foot connected with his forehead, holding him back.

"This is important. The bag I wanted just sold out. The one I told you about this morning? You said you'd get it for me when you got back."

"Things ran late today, baby. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?!"

Tony ignored him, taking him by the calf to press kisses to his ankle. He moaned at the taste of his skin. The day melted away. He kissed his way up Peter's calf, savoring each one. He was so soft. His skin was so salty, sweet, so warm and inviting.

"You're not even listening to me. Is this a joke to you?"

"No, baby, of course not," Tony mumbled against his skin. "You'll have whatever you want."

"Get me that bag."

Tony nodded, pulling the tie on his robe. "Of course, sweetheart. You'll have it." Peter grabbed him by the hair. Tony looked up into his glaring face.

"How are you gonna do that, daddy? Didn't you hear what I said?" His pretty boy glared at him with nothing short of malice. He couldn't stand for him to be so upset. Maybe he should have made time to deal with that today.

"It's sold out, I know," Tony assured him. "I'll track one down for you. I'll take it off a corpse if I have to."

"I want it by morning."

"By morning, I swear. Just let me have you. Please baby, it's been such a long day."

A slow smirk spread across Peter's lips. The displeasure on his face vanished. "I want diamonds."

"You have diamonds-" he gasped as Peter, still holding him by his hair, tugged at his roots.

"Better ones. Bigger."

"Of course. Anything you want."

"See, you keep saying that, but I'm not seeing any results."

"Please, baby. I need you. Need to taste your pretty pussy." His hands slid up Peter's thighs. Peter let go of his hair to tap his cheek with his fingers.

"Of course you do. You always need this pussy, don't you daddy?"

"Yes, baby." He leaned his head down, but Peter pushed him back with a foot on his shoulder.

"Well you don't deserve it."

"Baby-"

"Nope. I want diamonds, daddy. And my bag. And I want a new Lamborghini. A red one. And I'll need new boots to match."

"All of that, I swear."

"I'm not convinced." Peter licked two of his fingers and reached down between his legs. Tony shivered, watching those fingers trace his hole. He licked his lips, mouth gushing with saliva, his whole body burned with need.

"Please, Pete, sweetheart. I'll buy you anything you want, anything. Just let me have you, please baby."

Peter hummed. "First thing in the morning?"

Tony nodded his head. "First thing. Before coffee and everything. Please please," he panted.

"Well," he drew the sound out, tongue against his teeth. "Okay then."

Tony didn't wait for Peter to try to stop him again. He wrapped his arms around Peter's hips and buried his face between his legs. His tongue swiped over Peter's hole in a long slow stroke.

"Daddy," Peter mewled. His fingers curled in his hair. Tony licked him with long, savoring strokes of his tongue. He pulled his leg up over his shoulder, then did the same with the other, folding him in half. One of Peter's hands trailed down his neck and across his shoulders, searching for something to hold on to just to end up gripping the edge of the seat.

"I want-" he gasped. Tony's eyes flicked up to his face, annoyed that he was still speaking. His tongue slipped inside him, flicking against his insides. "I want a vacation," Peter continued even as his legs shook. "Want to see Europe. All of it. And a cruise."

Tony's hands spread him open, letting him sink his tongue inside just a little bit more. Peter moaned and Tony's eyes closed again as he enjoyed his treat.

"No, a yacht. I want a yacht- want to sail around Europe in a yacht- and news clothes for the trip-"

Tony grabbed both his legs and shoved him backward. He stood and pulled him from the chair to throw him over the desk.

"Hey!" Peter protested. Tony grabbed him by the hair, his other hand on his lower back, pressing him into the desktop.

"You're a spoiled fucking brat, do you know that?" Tony hissed.

"Whose fault is that?" Peter snapped, but there was strain in his voice where Tony bent his neck back. Tony took his hand off his back to grab the lube from the desk drawer where it sat next to all sorts of toys. They didn't miss an opportunity to enjoy each other. He barely squeezed it out onto his cock before he was stuffing himself inside.

Peter made a noise somewhere between moaning and choking. Tony grinned and shoved his face down onto the desk.

"That's more like it, huh sweetheart?" He moaned as his hips met Peter's plump ass. Peter tried to pull himself up the desk, too brain dead to even tell him how he was too deep, but Tony already knew he was hurting him. He leaned down over him. He dragged his teeth over his neck and bit into his shoulder. Peter only whimpered.

"Not so talkative now. Are you sure you don't have any more demands?" Tony purred.

"Fuck me," Peter gasped.

Tony chuckled. "That's my boy." He kissed his slack lips, tongue flicking against his teeth. Then he straightened his back. He hiked up one of Peter's legs onto the desk and thrust his hips forward. Peter moaned. There was a moment where Tony used him like a toy before he recovered enough to participate.

He grabbed the edge of the desk and pulled himself back. His moans were just as spoiled and greedy as he was.

"And I want-" he panted.

"You're still going?" He grabbed him around the neck and pulled him back on it. Peter grinned.

"Don't I deserve new things, daddy?"

"Whatever you want, baby. Now, be good for me."

"You'll be good for me won't you?" Peter teased. "You'll give me whatever I want."

"I always do, don't I?"

"You're such a good dog."

Tony scowled, feigning irritation despite the thrill it gave him to be so wrapped around Peter's finger. He was his dog, but if he said out loud what that made Peter, he'd spend the rest of his life in an actual dog house.

He reached into the back pocket of his pants that were hanging off his ass. He pulled a credit card from one of the pockets and stuffed it between his smiling lips. He startled, smile disappearing in shock. Peter melted again, into a pliant mess, moaning around the plastic.

"Who's a good boy?" Tony teased him. Peter didn't answer, though he knew he wanted to. Instead, he obediently left the card in his mouth while Tony fucked him and he looked all the more like a dog for it. He tried his damnedest not to bite down on the plastic, but the cock stretching out his hole made it impossible. It wasn't like Tony didn't have more.

Tony pressed him down against the desk, taking out the day's stress on Peter's perfect little pussy. He sighed heavily as it all melted away amid the sound of Peter's whimpering moans and the wet, squeeze around his cock. He listened to know when Peter was close, when he whimpers more than moans, unable to get off and teetering on the edge. He always preferred to cum untouched and so his hands still gripped the edge of the desk, waiting for Tony to take care of him.

Holding his hips, he adjusted his stance until he was grinding the head of his cock against Peter's sweet spot. His whining became frantic and squirm on his cock, trying to make himself cum even with his legs bent up in the least helpful position.

"Such a slut for me," Tony praised. "Let's see you cum for me, baby. You can do it."

Peter moaned, muscles tightening before his whole body went limp against the desk. Tony rolled him over. His legs dangled off one side, one foot on the floor. His robe hung open to either side of him. Cum was smeared across the fabric and clinging to his belly. He watched the boy pant as he touched himself, slowly walking around the desk to stand where his head hung off the other side.

He looked at him, soft and spoiled, teeth clamped around a hundred-grand. Peter opened his eyes and looked up at him. That tipped him over the edge. He stroked himself hard, letting his cum paint that pretty face, splattering against the credit card in his mouth, his cheeks, his long lashes. He looked at him and only wished he could cum again.

Peter rolled over and smiled at him, card still between his teeth, one eye too sticky to open. Tony took off his shirt and wiped his face with it. Then he tried to take the card from him and Peter growled like a dog. They both laughed and Peter let it go.

"Thank you, daddy."

Tony's hand cupped his face, sliding back to slip his fingers into his hair. "Finally tamed?"

"Never."

Tony gave him a kiss. A hand grabbed his softening cock and he gasped. "So damn greedy." He looked the boy in his eyes.

"Please, daddy. I wanna blow you." Peter fluttered his eyelashes.

"I'm spent, baby. Let's go to bed."

Peter's pressed his lips into a pout. "Are you saying I can't have anything I want?"

Tony scowled, but it fell quickly into a smile. Peter was just too damn precious.

"Let's take it upstairs, at least." Tony picked him up from the desk. Peter's arms wrapped around him.

"Good boy," Peter giggled and he kissed his cheek as he was carried to bed.

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