Hi! I didn't ship Starker before but now i do and it's in big part thanks to you and your amazing writing skills!! đ¤¤đ Can i give you a prompt? What are your thoughts on knotting + size!kink + praise!kink?
My thoughts are ohmygodyesineeditnow and also- your message is the sweetest thing ever, thank you gorgeous :) xxxxÂ
Thereâs something fragrant in the air when Tony gets home. Itâs sweet and floral and he sniffs, pleasantly surprised. Itâs like someoneâs brought in a huge vase of recently cut orchids, or scattered rose petals across the floor. Thereâs a tinge of samphire and greenery and lavender and for some reason, it makes his mouth salivate.Â
Heâs never had such a reaction to flowers before.Â
He tugs off his suit jacket and heads for the kitchen. âPeter, baby?â He calls, surprised that his little omega isnât strewn somewhere in this part of the penthouse. He pours himself some scotch. Maybe Peterâs somewhere else in Stark Tower, bothering Bruce down in biotech maybe.Â
He heads into the sunken living room, loosening his tie and frowns when he sees Peterâs college textbooks splayed out across the floor. Pencil lying next to what looks like a half-finished sentence. He looks around the penthouse a little more critically, looking for anything out of place. He spots a glass of water knocked over on the coffee table and gets a little more agitated.Â
âPeter?â He calls again, louder this time, and heads to their bedroom. Maybe heâs fallen asleep or something- yeah, thatâs probably it, itâs nothing to worry about, but still, he walks with purpose to the bedroom and pushes open the door and-
The fragrance is all-consuming. Honeysuckle and violets and hydrangeas swim around his senses as he stares; awed, at the sight of Peter writhing on their bed. Heâs- god, heâs presenting- his ass up in the air and his face pressed to the side in a silk pillow, hair a fluffy mess of dissarray, a few strands sticking with sweat to his forehead.Â
Heâs got two fingers buried inside himself, and heâs slick and shiny and ready and heâs whimpering and Peter growls deep and dangerous and Alpha.Â
âDaddy?â Peter chokes at the sound, craning his neck a little and arching his back further into a perfect bow, âDaddy, daddy pleaseâŚâ he babbles a little deliriously, breath hitching, âI need you- I need you, daddy, please, Iâm so empty-â
Tonyâs already unbuckling his belt. He canât take his eyes off the sight before him; heâs enraptured at that tiny little hole clenching greedily around Peterâs tiny omega fingers. âItâs your heat, baby,â he whispers, âitâs early. Why didnât you call, I would have-â
âI didnât wanna disturb you,â he pants.Â
Tony pulls off his shirt and joins his deliciously naked omega on the bed, kneeling behind him and grinding once against that slick hole. The smell is unbelievable and he leans down, covering his tiny, quivering boyâs back with his broad, muscular chest and breathing him in at the neck. Peter shudders with the contact; prickled and oversensitive and keening for more. âWhat a fucking perfect little omega you are,â Tony growls, scraping his teeth along the mating bite and Peter tosses his head back to give him better access.Â
âYours- yours-â he chokes and Tony nods, kissing his boy and crooning sweet words as he pushes Peterâs fingers away from his hole.Â
âHold yourself open for me, baby yeah, your tiny little fingers arenât enough for that greedy hole.â
Peter scrambles to obey, and then heâs holding his cheeks as wide apart as he can, canting his hips up and spreading his legs even further because thatâs how fucking precious he is. Tony grits his teeth at the sight and he drags the scruff of his beard down Peterâs spine as he goes to take a better look. Peterâs ass is higher up into the air now, his arms unable to support him and his face smooshes into the bed as he gasps with want. âDaddy,â he whines desperately when Tony doesnât do anything but look.Â
The alpha chuckles, dragging one of his large, thick fingers across Peterâs hole and watching as the boy pushes back to try and get it to penetrate him. Tony keeps it light and teasing. âSuch a perfect boy for me, arenât you? So good for daddy.â
The praise seems to soak into Peterâs skin and he nods his head as tears prick in his eyes. âYour boy.â He whimpers and Tony presses a kiss to his hip, rewarding him by sliding in one thick finger.Â
Jesus, the heat is incredible. Heâs so tight and heâs so-Â âYouâre so fucking wet for me, baby. Youâre all wet for daddy, just soaked back here,â
Peter sobs a little, squeezing around Tonyâs finger and begging for more. âIs that- is that good for you, daddy?â He gasps and Tony chuckles again.Â
âItâs perfect for me, baby. Youâre always perfect for me, perfect little omega for your Alpha, cunt all wet and ready for my cock, is that what you want? Does your little cunt need me?âÂ
âYes, yes, I want it- I want it,â Peter keens, rocking back onto Tonyâs finger, fucking himself on it in sinuous rolling movements of his hips like a perfect cockslut. âI want daddyâs big cock, please, I need it. I need it, I want it, I want,â
âGreedy boy,â Tony murmurs lovingly, pushing in another finger and stretching a little as Peter wails in bliss. Tony is rock hard but heâs going to fucking treasure this because Peterâs heat only comes once every three months and his heat is the only time he can take the girth of Tonyâs cock; the only time that tight little hole will open enough- just enough- for Tony to pop his knot in and lock deep inside his boy for hours. Thereâs nothing like the feeling. Nothing in the world. âYou want your alphaâs big cock, huh? His knot?â He teases his thumb along the rim as Peter takes his two fingers beautifully.Â
Heâs still holding his cheeks apart, because heâs such a good boy, and he nods as best he can. âNeed it. Love daddyâs big cock. Want my alphaâs big cock inside me, please, Iâm yours, your omega, Iâm a good boy,â he pleads, voice sweet and high pitches and he is, he really is.Â
Tony canât resist, pulling his fingers out he leans down and licks a flat, wide stripe across Peterâs hole.Â
The boy screams with desire, body jerking at the sensation and openly weeping as Tony working on loosening that little rose bud with this tongue. He tastes like nectar and freshness and Tony rumbles happily that this ripe boy is his.Â
When he canât wait any longer, and Peterâs taking three fingers and falling apart like a darling, he gets back on his knees and bats Peterâs hands out of the way. They fall onto the bed limply, strained from holding the position so long. âOkay, baby, you ready for daddy?â
Peter sniffles, pushing back feebly but unable to break Tonyâs strong hold around his waist.Â
He presses his head to Peterâs hole, just kissing it lightly and itâs fucking obscene. His dick is dark and angry and enormous and Peterâs hole is flushed the lightest pink, so small and innocent looking.Â
Peter wails, clawing at the bed sheets and begging Tony for more. Tony canât look away. He strokes a hand down Peterâs trembling, sweat-slicked flank but canât look away from how that tiny little hole stretches to hold his enormous cock. He has to push hard, nudging his hips forward before the head pops in and he ends up biting his lip so hard he can taste blood at the sensation. Peter is so fucking tight, his head is so sensitive to the heat of those slick soaked walls and Peter is regaining use of his arms, propping himself up and rocking back right onto Tonyâs dick desperate for more-
Tony only just manages to stop him before he succeeds, catching Peterâs hips in his huge hands as he stills the boy.Â
âNo,â Peter cries, âmore. Need more, so big. So good.âÂ
âWait, baby.â Tony admonishes gently, trying to catch his breath. âGive me a second.â
âNeed it,â Peter hiccups, trying in vain to impale himself further. âNeed it, need it-â
Tony canât deny him, and with a slow, gorgeous drag, he pushes in the rest of the way, unrelenting and steady until his balls are flush with Peterâs plump, round cheeks.Â
The boy looks like the cat who got the cream, heâs drooling a little and wiggling his hips like a minx as he feels Tony inside him. âSo good, daddy,â he slurs, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, âfeel so full. Youâre so big, so good, feel all stretched out, it hurts so good.â
The alpha in Tony growls happily, pleased at its prowess and the sight of such a beautiful, contented mate. He pulls out a little, that glorious hole contracting viciously around him like it doesnât want him to go and Peter whimpers in displeasure as his alpha retreats, but Tony has to- he has to see the way that hole swallows him up as he pushes back in.Â
Fucking greedy and desperate for him. Itâs stretched obscenely, the rim all red and wet and fuck, he slams in roughly, and Peter yelps, elbows buckling as he sinks into the mattress.Â
Tony fucks him like a bull, brutal and merciless and heâs enchanted with Peterâs docile pliancy and as he reaches a hand underneath the boy to feel that heâs already cum, leaving a sticky wetness against his stomach. He fondles the tiny, omega cock and balls. They fit neatly, cutely, into his palm. âYou already cum, baby?â He pants harshly, slamming in and out as Peter fucking purrs, preening below him- satisfied beyond belief at his virile, raging, strong alpha. âYou cum on your alphaâs cock?â
Heâs lazily grinding into Tonyâs every thrust and he nods. âAlways cum on daddyâs cock.â He sighs happily.
Tony pulls out, flipping the boy over so he can see that gorgeous chest and those hazy brown eyes. Peter smiles up at him, looking fucking adorable and fucked out. The sight of his hairless little omega, at the sticky residue glistening on his stomach, and his tiny little cock compared to Tonyâs huge one, the pale cream skin next to the dark tanned muscle of Tony is enough to send him into overdrive.Â
He ploughs in harder and harder until he feels his knot start forming- catching on the rim of Peterâs hole every time.Â
The omega feels it too, and his little cock gets hard as he mewls pathetically, clawing at Tonyâs shoulders as his legs tie around his waist. âYour knot,â Peter gasps, tossing his head from side to side as heâs overcome with fresh desire, âyour knot, I need it- I need your knot, alpha, fill me up, please, please-â
Itâs a real thing of beauty, to watch that abused hole finally stretch enough for Tonyâs knot to sink the whole way in. Peter cums the second it does, perfect and untouched and mouth open in a soundless scream, and theyâre locked together and he starts crying again as their bond sings between them.Â
Tony cums too- burying his head into Peterâs neck and biting hard as that perfect little hole milks his knot viciously; clenching down around it almost bruisingly tight as it sucks every last drop of cum out of him. Heâs so fucking hot, so fucking turned on as he erupts deep inside his boy. It goes on for what feels like forever, and he grunts and moans with oversensitivity because Peterâs hole is still slurping him up like it wonât ever get enough.Â
Itâll be a long while yet before they can separate though.Â
He manoeuvres them as gently as he can so theyâre both lying down, Peter whimpering at how his hole twitches and aches but Tony just holds him close and peppers kisses all over his lax face. âMy perfect, perfect, boy,â he whispers approvingly.Â
Peter nuzzles into him, and his hole squeezes Tonyâs knot again- almost lovingly.Â
