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The doorbell chimes, and Tony practically runs to the door, his friends laughing behind him. He swings it open and can’t help the grin on his face when he sees his boyfriend standing on the steps. He’s gorgeous as always, brown curls shining slightly gold in the setting sun.
“Hi Tony,” Peter says, a faint blush on his cheeks.
“Hi baby,” he breathes out, practically in relief as he scoops him up in a hug.
He giggles and squeaks as Tony smothers him in kisses. “I just saw you this morning!”
“And that was too long ago,” he growls, placing a final one on his lips. Then he takes his hand and shuts the front door, guiding him further into the house. “Everyone’s here, hope that’s okay. We can ignore them though they just came for the gaming system,”
“E-everyone?” he squeaks, sounding alarmed.
Tony stops and turns to look at him concerned. “Yeah, the guys and Pepper? Who is bored out of her mind? You should invite MJ,”
“Tony… I didn’t- I didn’t know people were gonna be over,” he whispers.
“Why is that-” He stops when his eyes land on the pink tennis skirt he’s wearing. “Oh, I see,”
“It’s just one of those days,” he whispers. “And I didn’t know, or I would’ve-”
“Hey, hey, no,” he says gently, cupping his face. “Baby, you know I love you just the way you are. Whatever kind of day you’re having. But I know not everyone knows, so if you want me to send them home-”
“No! No, it’s fine,” he blushes. “I just, um- I’m nervous,”
Tony kisses his forehead. “No one’s gonna say a word because I’m not gonna let them. What kind of day is it?”
“I don’t really know,” he mumbles, biting his bottom lip. “Sort of in-between?”
“He or she?”
“He,”
“Baby boy or baby girl?”
Peter lets out a tiny whimper and leans forward into his chest. “Baby girl,”
He sighs softly and rubs his hands over his arms. No matter how many times he assured Peter he could switch between whatever place on the gender spectrum he was feeling, he still got slightly embarrassed. “We can go straight to my room if you want,”
“No, it’s okay,” he insists. “I can socialize,”
“Alright,” he says softly. “You tell me if you need a break, okay?”
“Yes, da- okay,”
“Oh, princess,” he murmurs in a low tone. “It’s really one of those days, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says sheepishly.
“Alright, come on. I got you,”
Peter takes his hand and lets him drag him through the house to the living room, where everyone is gathered. The guys are focused on the TV, playing video games. Pepper is on her phone, sitting on the couch, occasionally looking up to chime in.
“Hey, look who I found,” he says loudly.
They all look up, and there’s a chorus of “Hey!”s and “It’s Peter!”s. He feels a little smug pride that all of his friends love his boyfriend so much. He leads him around the couch to the corner spot and pulls Peter sideways into his lap. No one bats an eye, totally used to their PDA.
“Oh right, MJ,” he mumbles, opening his phone.
Pepper peeks her head up. “MJ’s coming?”
Peter snorts even as he types out a text. “She will if you're here. Seriously, Pep, just ask her out already,”
Her face turns bright red. “Peter…”
“Really should, Pep,” Steve chimes in. “Put us all out of our misery,”
“Oh, thank you, Steven,” she rolls her eyes. “Talk to me once you and Bucky figure yourselves out,”
Bucky makes a loud squawk as he suddenly crashes his car in the game. “Pepper!”
“She’s coming,” Peter announces before tossing his phone to the side. “Told you,”
“I- um- thanks, Peter,” she mumbles.
Tony chuckles and wraps his arms around his boyfriend, letting one hand slip under his top and brush across his skin. He shivers slightly and tucks himself more into his chest, resting his head on his shoulder. “Missed you,” he says softly.
“Missed you too,” he hums, kissing his forehead. “You sound tired,”
“Had a test today,” he explains. “And gymnastics was brutal. I kept falling,” Tony frowns and checks him over for marks. Peter giggles softly at his fussing and bats his hands away. “I’m fine,”
“You got hurt, not fine,”
“I fall on mats. I’m fine,” he insists.
Tony sighs and wraps his arms around him again. Then he notices the goosebumps tailing up his bare legs. “You cold?”
“Always,” he mutters.
Tony chuckles and snags a blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over their laps. “Might as well just take a nap at this point,”
He yawns adorably and scoots down a little so he’s more cradled in Tony’s arms. “I might,” he hums sleepily. “That okay?”
There’s a loud yell from Rhodey and an angrier one from Sam. Tony winces at the noise. “If you can,”
“They’re fine,” he hums, reaching for the strings of Tony’s hoodie and fiddling with them.
Tony kisses his forehead again and runs his thumb absentmindedly over his knee beneath the blanket. He lives for moments like these, the ones where Peter is all needy and just wants to be close. Some days, he thinks the younger teen would crawl into his skin if he could. And Tony would let him.
He doesn’t even mind their friends around them. Their chattering and excited shouts fade into the background as he just soaks up the cuddles. He tucks his nose a little more into his hair and breathes in deeply. Peter always smells sugary and fruity, and it’s addicting.
“Tony,” he giggles, swatting his chest, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
“Sorry, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Just can’t get enough,”
“Daddy,” he hisses, casting a frantic glance at their friends. Then his eyes widen more when he realizes what word slipped out of his mouth.
His intrigue piques, wondering just how needy he’s actually feeling for that to slip out in front of people. Slowly, he starts to run his hand up and down his leg until he’s mostly rubbing his thigh, barely pushing up the hem of his skirt as he does so. As suspected, Peter squirms slightly, cheeks already pink.
“Stay still,” Tony reprimands idly, turning his attention to the TV screen.
He continues to trace patterns across the inside of his thigh, fingers dancing lightly over his soft skin. He has to bite back a smirk at every tiny little breath hitch as Peter tries not to wriggle, especially when his hand creeps higher and higher.
“You sure you don’t want to play a round Tones?” Rhodey asks suddenly.
“Nah, I’m good,” he hums. “I can play whenever, you guys have fun,”
“Peter?”
“Huh?” he squeaks right as Tony’s fingers brush against his core for the first time. “N-no, I’m okay!”
Bucky snorts. “Let them cuddle and be gross, Rhodes. They’re always like this,”
“I give it twenty minutes before they disappear to fuck,” Sam snorts.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather I do it in front of you, Samuel?” he snaps.
“Ew, no,”
“Then lay off,” he huffs.
“They’re just teasing,” Peter says softly. “Besides… they aren’t wrong,”
Tony looks down at him with a smirk and presses his fingers up against his panties, pleased when he’s met with damp fabric. “Or they aren’t, huh?”
“Tony!” he squeaks.
He hums but doesn’t let up, keeping his movements small, so he doesn’t move the blanket. “Thought you were tired, princess. Rest,”
Peter makes a tiny noise and slumps in defeat, tucking his face into the fabric of his hoodie as much as he can to hide. Tony smirks to himself and continues to touch him absentmindedly, teasing his clit through the damp material. He’s sure it’s light enough to drive him mad, but he’s being good, if a little stiff, as he tries to keep himself still.
He keeps his eyes on the game, occasionally laughing or taunting depending on who’s winning or losing, and when he’s confident that no one can tell what he’s doing, he up his game. Carefully, he hooks one finger in the edge of his panties and moves them to the side as best he can. Peter gasps, but luckily, it’s covered up by a loud shout from Steve. Tony pushes on, gently working his finger between his dripping folds.
“All for me, baby?” he murmurs in his ear.
“Ye-yes, Daddy,” he whispers back.
He hums and works his finger in deeper, crooking it until Peter makes a tiny little sigh that’s almost a moan. He’s tight and hot inside, and Tony wishes he could slide Peter on his cock then and there, make him keep him warm while he plays video games. Briefly, he wonders if his friends would mind, if Peter would mind, but that’s a conversation for another day, not spur of the moment. He can’t lie that the idea sends a tiny thrill through him.
Still, this is nice. He’ll never say no to a chance to play with his boyfriend. So he keeps gently fingering him, occasionally glancing down to make sure his movements don’t look suspicious. Peter's breathing is a little erratic but he doesn’t think anyone’s noticed. He wonders how long they can get away with it and how much.
Curious, he starts to press a second finger into his cunt. Peter stiffens, clenching around his fingers and denying him entry. Tony rubs his back soothingly and kisses his forehead. “Relax,” he murmurs.
“Tony,” he hisses.
“Relax,”
He whimpers pathetically and slumps in his arms, a pout on his lips. His body softens, though, and the second finger slips right in along with the first. He can feel Peter stretching around him; he’s always so tight, and he keeps still for a moment to let him adjust.
Of course, at that moment, the doorbell rings, making Peter jump and clench around him tightly, which only makes him whimper.
“Pepper, will you get that?” Tony asks
“It’s your house!” she scowls.
“It’s your girlfriend!”
“She’s not my-“
“Go!” All of them chime.
Tony decides to crook his fingers up at the same time, and Peter gasps sharply, back arching. He grips his waist tightly and yanks him back into his chest sharply before anyone can see. Then he does it again, holding him tightly so he can’t squirm.
“Daddy,” he hisses, breathing heavily. “I can’t-I- I-“
“Shhh, be good,”
“Hey, losers,” MJ’s voice says.
“Hey, Jones,” Tony says casually.
“Stark,” she says bitterly. “Hey, Pete,”
“Hi, M,” he says, voice sounding slightly strained.
“What’s wrong with you?” she frowns.
“Nothing, just tired,” he gulps hard. “And- and kinda cold,”
Tony frowns at him playfully. “Why didn’t you say so, baby? You want a hoodie?”
His eyes widen, and he nods. “Yes, please,”
Tony gives him a brief squeeze to his side as a warning before pulling his fingers free. He wipes them as best he can on Peter’s panties. “Come on then, let’s go get you one,”
“And off they go!” Rhodey snickers as Tony helps Peter off his lap.
“Better than them fucking in here,” Steve mutters as they walk away.
“You do know Stark was fingering him… right?” MJ says.
There’s a loud chorus of groans and complaints, and Peter practically runs down the hall in embarrassment. Tony chases after him. “Wait, Peter. I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?”
“I didn’t think they’d notice!” he pouts as he pushes open the door to Tony’s room.
“So liked it,” he snickers.
“Course I liked it,” he whines. “I was close too,”
“Oh yeah?” he hums, snagging him by the waist. “You need daddy to fuck you?”
“Yes,” he whimpers. Then he shivers slightly. “I really am cold, though,”
“Mm, I think we can fix that,”
Peter smiles shyly as Tony grabs his shirt and pulls it off his head. He groans when he sees he’s wearing a tiny lace bralette cupping his tiny tits. He pulls it off of him and immediately wraps his mouth around one perky pink nipple.
“Ah, Daddy,” he moans.
“So cold, baby,” he teases, rubbing the other hardened nub between his fingers.
He lets out a shuddering whimper. “Tony, please,”
He keeps up his ministrations, switching between each tit as he pleases, but he works his hands down to the waistband of his skirt and pushes it off.
“I don’t- ah- know how getting me naked is gonna make me warm,” Peter moans.
Tony pulls off with a pop and a smirk. Then, silently, he shrugs off the hoodie he’s wearing. Peter’s eyes widen briefly before they disappear as Tony puts it over his head. He helps him work his arms into the sleeves. “How’s that?”
Peter nearly purrs in delight. “S’warm,”
“You’re adorable,” he chuckles. “On the bed, baby lay down,”
As Peter practically jumps on the bed, Tony takes off his sweatpants since he hasn’t been wearing a shirt. Then he follows, yanking on Peter’s ankle to drag him towards him a little just for the squeal. When he lays on top of him, and his cock rests against his folds, he turns a delicious shade of pink and buries his face in his sleeve-covered hands.
“God, you’re so fucking cute today,” Tony growls, tangling a hand in his curls and yanking his head to the side so he can kiss and suck at his neck. “Daddy wants to fuck you hard, baby girl,”
“Fuck yes, please,” he whimpers. “Need it hard,”
“Yeah, you do,” he says pityingly. “My poor baby had a long day. Need me to fuck all the stress right out of you?”
“Mhmm,” he whimpers. He wriggles slightly and then gasps. “Oh,”
“Oh?”
“You- um-“ he blushes. “M’sensitive,”
Tony pulls back, confused, but then he realizes and laughs. “Are your little tits rubbing on Daddy’s hoodie?
“Yeah,” he whines, hiding again.
Tony grins and brings one hand up to rub his tits through the hoodie, making him mewl and squirm. Every movement makes his hips grind against his cock, which only makes him whimper more. It’s a delicious little cycle that Tony milks for all it’s worth. He could play with Peter for hours until he’s a puddle of blissed-out pleasure beneath him.
“Daddy, please,” he begs. “I need it, need you,”
“Aw, princess,” he mocks. “It’s not enough for you to grind your little clit on my cock? You need to be full?”
“Ye-yeah,”
He hums and slides a hand down between their bodies. “You said you were close earlier. Maybe my fingers are enough for you,”
“N-no!” he complains. “Want you to fuck me,”
“I am fucking you,” he says calmly as he shoves two fingers in his cunt and starts to thrust.
“You know what I- unh- mean,”
“Mm, and you know better than to complain about what daddy gives you,” he growls, nipping at his bottom lip. “Maybe I shouldn’t even let you cum,”
“N-no, please,” he sobs. “Wanna cum, please daddy, m’sorry, I’ll be good,”
“What do you say to Daddy for fingering you in front of his friends? For giving your little needy hole the attention it needed?”
“Thank you!” he gasps out, a new burst of wetness squirting around Tony’s fingers.
He presses a third one in, reveling in the squeal he gets. “Stress turns you into such a needy little slut, doesn’t it, baby girl?”
Peter’s brow creases, and he shakes his head. Tony pauses, watching his face carefully.
“No, you’re not a slut?” he asks.
“M’not a girl,” he corrects, looking shy.
“Ohh, you’re my baby boy now, hmm?” he coos, not even batting an eye. “My slutty little boy who needs me to ruin his boy cunt?”
“Fuck, yes,” he moans, back arching off the bed. His hands find Tony’s shoulder, scrambling at him to pull him closer somehow. “Please, Daddy, need you,”
“Well, you asked me to ruin your little boy cunt,” he tsks, crooking his fingers dramatically. “And that’s what I’m gonna do,”
“Wha- oh ah- fuck, please!”
“You can cum whenever you want,” he tells him. “You’re gonna be ruined before daddy even gets his cock inside you,”
Peter cums with a hoarse shout, squirting around Tony’s fingers. He doesn’t let up, though, and when Peter tries to bat him off with his adorable little sleeve paws, he grabs both his slender wrists in hand and pins them above the bed. He shrieks and squeals as Tony presses a thumb against his clit, adding to the stimulation.
“You’re gonna cum again,” he growls, kissing him hard. “And again and again until there’s not an ounce of stress left in you,”
“I can’t,” he sobs.
“You can,” he says more soothingly. “You’re my good boy, Pete, you’re gonna do whatever I want,”
“Daddy, please,” he mewls.
“Just relax, baby,” he murmurs against his mouth. “Let daddy ruin you,”
“Oh god,” he sobs out, choking on tears. But he does as asked, his tense body relaxing beneath Tony’s hands. He doesn’t let up, though, continuously finger fucking him until his whimpers pick up in the telltale signs that he’s close. Tony presses just right with his thumb, and with another shout, he’s cumming again, absolutely drenching his fingers.
“There we go,” he coos, letting go of his wrists to push away a few stray curls. “That’s my good boy,”
He whimpers and moans, his head lolling to the side. Tony kisses him softly, soft smatterings up and down the side of his face until he calms down. It must have been a big one because he’s like putty beneath him already. Usually, it takes three.
“Mm, let’s see here,” Tony says teasingly, wiggling his fingers a little just to see his little twitch and squeak. “Is this ruined enough?”
“Yes,” he croaks out. “Totally destroyed,”
“I don’t know,” he says playfully, even as he pulls his hand free. “The inside may be, but what about-”
“Ah!” he gasps as Tony rubs his clit with his wet knuckles. “Ooo, fuck, it’s sensitive- ah- Tony!’
“Yeah, I think this needs a little attention,” he chuckles. He rubs lightly, though, not wanting to push him too far. “I know how needy it gets after practice,”
“N-no!” he squeals. “It doesn’t!”
“No?” he asks mockingly. “Your little clit doesn’t get all hard and achy rubbing against those tight little leotards?”
Peter keeps his mouth shut, which just won’t do. Tony tugs on his hair again, arching his head back and up. He gasps, but he doesn't move his hands from above his head.
“I asked you a question,” he growls.
“It does!” he sobs. “It does, daddy, it does,”
He digs his knuckles in a little harder, knowing the perfect angle to make him come undone. “Push daddy’s hoodie up, play with your tits,” Peter whimpers but obeys, hands shaky as he pushes the fabric up as best he can. He starts to knead at them. It’s too gentle for Tony’s liking. “Harder,”
“Daddy, no,” he whines.
“You know it feels good, baby, come on,” he encourages. “Be a good boy. Pinch your nipples. Do what daddy would do,”
He whines in complaint again, even as he starts to be rougher. Tony matches his pace, drawing out even more moans and hoarse cries from him. His own cock is rock hard and leaking, and he knows he can’t play this game much longer.
“One more, then Daddy will fuck you,” he promises. “Cum for me, baby,”
It takes a little longer, but eventually, Peter’s back arches off the bed, his fingers digging into his tits as he needs something to grab. He’s silent this time, mouth open in a noiseless moan as his eyes roll back. Tony works him through it gently, murmuring soft words to him until he collapses back to the bed with a gasp.
“Fuck,” he hisses out.
“You okay?” Tony asks, smoothing out his curls and giving him a moment to recover. “You need to tap out?”
“No,” he says, still sounding needy somehow. “M’okay,”
“Still need daddy to fuck you?”
“Mhmm,”
“Alright, baby,” he hums. He doesn’t bother with lube. His cock is still drenched from the grinding, and so is Peter’s cunt. So he lines himself up and pushes in without stopping, forcing Peter to take him in one go.
“Ah ah ah!” he squeals, writhing. “Daddy, you’re too big,”
“Too big?” he asks in mock disbelief. “Well, good thing you asked for your little boy cunt to be ruined,”
He lets out a dry sob and tucks his face into the bunched-up hood of the hoodie next to his face, clearly overwhelmed. Tony does give him a moment to adjust, though he gently rocks his hips, so he’s never quite fully settled. The tiny whimpers and moans and wiggles are exactly what he wants.
“Daddy,” Peter whines. “Move,”
He chuckles. “You sure baby? Once I start, I’m not stopping,”
His eyes widen, but he nods. “Yeah- yeah, I’m sure,”
“Alright then,” he grins. He pulls out and thrusts back in with a sharp snap, and Peter practically screams. He throws a sleeve-covered arm over his mouth, but Tony promptly moves it. “Daddy wants to hear you,” he growls as he starts to fuck him hard.
“But- but-”
“Oh, you don’t want everyone to hear?” he coos in mock sympathy. “Don’t want them to hear how good daddy’s being to you? I could stop,”
“No! No, don’t stop!” he begs.
Tony grabs his leg and hoists it over his shoulder so he can push in deeper, pushing his other thigh further to the side so he’s splayed wide. He groans at the change in angle. “There we go,” he huffs out. “How’s that feeling baby?”
“Fuck,” he sobs out, twisting beneath him. “S’deep, daddy,”
Peter is a beautiful wreck beneath him, eyes glassy with tears and his face pink and splotchy. The hoodie is still bunched up around his chest, showing off how his tits gently bounce with each thrust. His hands dig into the sheets, pink-painted fingernails practically tearing holes in the fabric as he tries to ground himself. It’s rare that Tony truly wrecks him like this, and he’s loving every minute.
“You feel wrecked yet, baby?” he grins, sweat dripping down his brow. He doesn’t have much longer. Peter is clenching around him too good.
“No,” he moans.
“No?” Tony laughs in disbelief. “What more do you need, sweetheart?”
Peter bares his neck in silent answer, and Tony huffs out a laugh. But he can’t say no, especially when he’s been so good, so he bends over and starts to suck a hickey into the side of his neck. It’s more difficult to fuck him hard like this, but the angle must be better because Peter is mewling more and getting squirmier by the minute. Tony growls playfully in is ear, which makes him squeal, but also wraps his arms around his neck for comfort. He slides his own arms under his shoulders to hold him close.
“You close, baby?” he purrs when he starts to make tiny punched-out noises. “You gonna cum again on Daddy’s cock?”
“Yeah,” he moans. “Oh, don’t stop, Daddy, right there,”
“If you don’t cum before I do, you’re not cumming again tonight,” he growls in his ear. “And I’m close, baby,”
“Oh no, please don’t stop,” he begs. “M’so close,”
Tony can’t even find words anymore. He’s so close, his breath coming out in short, tight breaths. For a moment, time suspends, and he thinks Peter won’t make it. But then Tony bites down especially hard on his skin and it’s like he pressed a button. He sobs in Tony’s ear, and then he’s clenching down around him so tightly, he can’t even really move.
“Fuck,” Tony hisses as his boy practically milks his orgasm out of him. He lets out a shuddering gasp as he cums. Everything is hot and tight and feels incredible. “Oh god, mm Peter,”
“Tony,” he whines, sounding utterly spent. His death grip around his shoulders has loosened, and he idly plays with the hair at the back of his neck to ground himself.
"Shh, shh, did so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing him softly. “My beautiful boy,”
“Mmm wrecked,” he slurs out.
Tony laughs. “Yes, baby, I think I wrecked you. Feel good?”
“Feel better,” he agrees, totally out of it.
“You feel messy is what you feel,” he laughs as he pulls out gently. He can’t help but sit back on his heels and gently spread his thighs, observing the cum dripping out of his puffy pink cunt. “Pretty boy,”
“Daddy,” he whines, trying to close his legs.
“None of that,” he chides, swatting his knee. “You want a toy baby? Or too sore?”
“Too sore,” he mumbles.
“Okay, that’s alright,”
“M’sweaty,”
He laughs again. “Told you that I’d warm you up,”
“Shower?”
“Yeah, let’s go,”
A half-hour later, they’re both scrubbed off and clean. Tony’s pulling a different hoodie over Peter’s bare chest and the bair of boxers he stole. He’s already dressed himself in a new t-shirt and basketball shorts, knowing Peter is gonna cling to him like a spider and keep them both warm.
“Oh god, they’re all still here,” Peter bemoans.
“Yep,” he grimaces. “There’s no way they didn’t hear you. Honestly, surprised we didn’t get a door knocking,”
Peter’s cheeks flush. “Do you think it bothers them? The fact that you- that you touched me?”
“It’s… iffy. I mean, I wouldn’t do more than that without everyone agreeing to it,”
His eyes widen. “But you’d- you’d do more?”
“I’ve thought about it,” he hums, fixing the hoodie so it lays neatly across his shoulders. “Having you sit on my cock while I play games or suck me off under a table. Not fully naked, that’s all for me, but maybe in a skirt,”
“Do you- do you think they’d agree to it?” he whispers, sounding ashamed.
Tony draws him up by the collar into a kiss. “You want that baby? You want to sit on Daddy’s cock in front of all our friends?”
“Yeah,” he whines.
“I think you’d have my cock in you all the time if you could, wouldn’t you?”
His cheeks flush even darker red. “Yes, Daddy,”
“Well,” he hums, feeling his stomach flip with a sort of giddy anticipation. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? And we can start by seeing what kind of reaction we get to your screams,”
Peter gulps nervously. “Okay,”
Tony takes his hand tightly and guides him out of his room. They find everyone in the living room, except there’s a weird tension in the air, and Tony can’t help but notice there’s a distinct level of disheveledness among them. “Who’s winning?” he asks since no one is looking at them.
“Bucky is,” Steve says, clearing his throat.
“Not for long, though,” Sam adds, his voice is tight. “If I win this round,”
“Uh-huh,” he says, unconvinced.
He settles back into the corner of the couch, and Peter crawls in his lap, facing him, tucking his face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. He draws the same blanket over him, sure he’ll fall asleep in a few moments. He glances over at Pepper and MJ, who look significantly cozier than usual.
“You guys okay?” he asks because, seriously, what is going on?
“Tony,” Rhodey says in a strangled tone.
“Yeah?”
“Next time, just fuck him in front of us,”
There’s a collective sigh of relief that someone admitted it and then a chorus of sheepish nods. Peter squeaks and tries to hide in the hoodie. Tony can’t help but grin and start to laugh, rubbing his back softly.
Well.
That answers that question, now, doesn’t it?