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For prompts: pleeese do the hot cockdrunk mindblasted Starker thing. You can check my tag for it earlier -🎩

Stuck In The Gutter

Peter’s a smart boy until he gets distracted by Tony’s cock (which happens far more than he would ever admit to even himself).

(Peter is an 18 year old college student. Hope you enjoy this! This got super fucking long. Whoops.)

Content: Cockdrunk Peter, cock dumb Peter, implied jock Peter, degradation, dirty talk, name calling, face fucking and deepthroating, and general use of Peter as a cock-sleeve by Tony.

Tag List: @otpcutie, @starkerfilth, @everyonelovespetey, @starker-4ever, @deliciousflapbanditfarm, @carttorchdeatth

Peter is a good student, always has been. Top of the class, on top of his homework, a star athlete no matter the sport. He’s always stayed focused, even when he’s going to frat parties (and participating in a little bit of underage drinking and a few hits from friends) and staying out late with his friends. No matter his shenanigans, he’s never had any problems keeping his eyes on the prize and getting his work done.

And then he met Tony during his internship.

Their relationship became something more after he graduated, and they’ve only been together for a year. They’re completely smitten with each other, were even when they first got together. It didn’t take them too long to start having sex between Tony being unable to keep his hands off of him and Peter’s teenage libido only enhanced by the spider bite. Peter wouldn’t necessarily say that he’s addicted to Tony’s cock, but he can’t say that he doesn’t drop everything when he can to get at it either. He’s probably biased because Tony was his first man (and his first for a lot of things including his introduction into realizing he was a size queen), but he can’t find it in him to care in the slightest.

It’s one of the days where he has a four-day weekend and decides to spend it at the tower with Tony, and he’s working on some serious homework problems in the living room. He’s sitting in a pair of basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt, books and notebooks scattered around him and laptop in front of him. He’s chewing absently on the cap of his pen as he works through some rather challenging calculations when Tony walks in humming some song by AC/DC. A hand settles on his head, snapping his attention away from his homework and to his boyfriend. He leans into the touch with a pleased sigh and presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

“Hey Tony,” he greets. Tony leans down and pecks him on the lips.

“How’s homework, Pete?” Tony replies, flopping down on the couch behind him. Peter turns to answer him words on the tip of his tongue; they die there, and his mouth goes dry at the bulge of Tony through his sweatpants. It’s laundry day, and they have grease stains on them, so it’s likely Tony ran out of work jeans. Part of him wishes that he hadn’t turned around since he still has homework to do, but the stronger part of him can’t care when it’s just there. “Peter?” snaps him out of his trance, and he swallows, looking up at him and seeing the smirk on Tony’s face.

“Uh,” he replies dumbly, licking his lips nervously immediately after. God, he’s only caught a glimpse of the bulge and his thoughts are already like syrup. Tony clicks his tongue and cups his cheek, a look of condescending sympathy on his face.

“All it takes is my cock to make you dumb as a rock, huh pretty boy?” Peter whines and leans into his hand, eyes pleading. Tony clicks his tongue again. “Words, boy.” Peter just pouts at him, and Tony shakes his head with disappointment. “Guess I’ll use your mouth for something else since you don’t know how to use it.” As he pulls his cock out, Peter slides between his legs eagerly, mouth open and tongue out with a grip on Tony’s thighs. He gives himself a few strokes before smacking the head on Peter’s tongue with a smirk. “You’re such a cockwhore, sweetheart.” His other hand runs through Peter’s hair. “Get to work.”

Peter shivers and immediately takes Tony halfway into his mouth, a happy little moan leaving his throat as his eyes close. Tony sighs himself and relaxes into the couch, letting him go his own pace for now. He wastes no time in bobbing his head, licking along the shaft as he starts to drool around it. Peter’s always been messy when giving head; it’s something he’s always done since he was giving his first blowjob, and Tony finds it charming in a way. He bucks his hips slightly, forcing another inch into Peter’s mouth and making him gag slightly in surprise before he relaxes and lets Tony feed him his cock. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take all of me.” Peter starts to tear up as he presses into his throat until his nose is pressed into his pubic hair.

Peter fights a bit on instinct while Tony holds him there but eventually relaxes again. He pulls back slightly enough to allow him a few shaky breaths before pushing back in again. He stays relaxed this time, even as tears and drool soak his face and his air is cut off. Tony tightens his grip on his hair and starts to fuck his face with quick, brutal thrusts. Peter’s hips buck under him, and he lets go of one of his thighs to slip his hand in his basketball shorts and grip his cock through his jockstrap. Tony pulls him back until the head of his cock is barely at Peter’s lips, tightening his grip when he whines and tries to lurch forward to get it back into his mouth. “Calm down, slut. You’ll get it back soon enough.” Peter whines again, but he licks his lips and waits.

He eases him back down with a pleased groan then starts fucking his face. He doesn’t give him a break this time, takes what he wants without any worry for the mess on Peter’s face or if he can breathe or not. Sees how much he loves it in crying eyes and pink cheeks and the small stuttered movements of his hips in his grip. He lets out a vicious growl as he holds Peter down and cums down his throat, his gaze locked with Peter’s. Peter swallows eagerly and squeezes his eyes shut, hips bucking wildly as he cums in his jock and over his hand. Tony allows Peter to clean his cock with lazy licks, smirking at his glazed over eyes.

“That’s my pretty little cockslut.” Peter smiles up at him.

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