#trans!peter

Warnings/tags: misgendering kink, trans!Peter, feminine words for male body parts, CNC, degradation, age kink, light misogyny, breeding kink

"I love these tits," Tony purred. His hands squeezed the tissue of Peter's chest. His thumbs teased his nipples.

Peter whimpered in answer. Then he found his voice beneath the anxiety. "They're not tits..."

"Oh yeah?" Tony smirked. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked. He dragged his teeth over it, nipping and sucking while Peter squirmed in pain and pleasure. When he drew his head back, he let his lips pop against it.

"Feels like tits to me. We could get you some nice implants. I think you'd look good with DDs. Then you can tell me how they're not tits."

Peter shuddered. "They're not..."

"And what's this down here?" Tony's hand slipped between his legs.

"My dick," Peter said. He tried to sound firm, but he was shaking too much.

Tony laughed. "Must be tiny. Feels like a pussy to me."

Peter moaned. He squeezed his thighs together and turned his head away. Tony just took advantage of his bared neck, sucking on his tender skin.

"Tony," Peter whined.

"Yes, princess?"

"Stop it," Peter pouted.

"What are you complaining about?" Tony rubbed his crotch through his underwear. "Your panties are getting all wet. You love it when I suck on your tits don't you?"

Peter whined and Tony smirked. He tucked his leg in between Peter's and forced them apart so he could give him a small smack there. He gasped, looking at Tony with wide eyes.

"That's a good girl."

"I'm not a girl."

"Don't be silly, baby. How could anyone with such a pretty pussy not be a girl?" He slipped his fingers into Peter's underwear, coating them in his wetness. He brought them up between their faces.

"Look at that. Boys don't make messes like that. That's pussy juice." He pushed his fingers into Peter's mouth without resistance. Peter sucked them clean while Tony watched, grinning down at him. "Good girl."

Peter couldn't speak around the fingers in his mouth. It was only more humiliating that he couldn't even argue. He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked harder.

"That's my girl. Good little cock sucker, just like I taught you. All your wet little holes need cock in them don't they?" Tony smirked. "You're rubbing your pussy against my thigh, you know. I can feel how soaked you are."

Tony palmed his chest again. "You can dress however you want, but you know you're just a little girl aren't you? You want your pussy stretched out on my cock, don't you?"

Peter moaned. Tony pulled his fingers from his mouth and grabbed hold of his hair. "Say it."

"Fuck you," Peter spat, but the venom wasn't there.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy or I'll jack off on your tits and leave you wet."

Peter whined. "It's not-"

Tony slapped him. "Don't lie to me, baby girl." He reached down between Peter's legs where he was wet and pushed his panties aside before pushing a finger into him. "This is a fucking pussy. Because you're a girl. I know little girls get confused, that's why you need an older man to explain it to you, huh?"

Peter nodded his head, biting down on his lip.

"So tell me what you want then."

"Please..." he squeezed his eyes shut. "Please fuck my pussy."

"I'm sorry?"

"Please fuck my pussy!" he said quickly.

"Good girl." Tony rubbed his clit, his finger stroking inside him. "I'm gonna fill up this little pussy aren't I? Just like it's made for."

He took his cock in his hand and slapped it between Peter's legs. "See, sweetheart. That's what a cock looks like. Touch it."

Peter took Tony's cock in his hand, stroking it lightly. "It's so much bigger than your little clit isn't it?"

"It's a cock," Peter argued.

"Sure, baby," Tony said with condescension. "I know anatomy is really hard."

"Fuck you," Peter said again.

"Do you want this cock in you?"

"Yes, please."

"Play with your tits then."

"No, fuck you. I don't have tits!"

Tony stroked his cock in his fist. He hovered just over him, the warmth of his body against Peter's. "Go on, sweetheart. I love watching a girl play with her titties. Convince me to fuck you."

Peter whined and turned his head away. Hesitantly, he brought his hands up to his chest. He gasped at his own touch against his nipples.

"See it feels good doesn't it, baby? You gotta touch those tits more. They're so pretty. You look so pretty touching yourself for me."

"They're not-" Peter's words were caught in a primal moan. Tony slowly pushed his cock inside. In the hole they both ignored more often than not, then came moments like this, when Peter wanted to be misgendered, and it was like the first time all over again but better. He was so tight and so tense. Tony didn't say a word as the boy ran his thumbs over his nipples in an effort to pleasure himself into relaxing, to let him in.

Peter reached for Tony as his cock filled him up. He pulled him down and Tony kissed him while Peter squeezed around him. Should have grabbed himself a cock ring.

"You okay?" Tony asked as he settled.

Peter nodded. "Please keep going."

Tony grinned. "Good girl."

Peter moaned. "Fuck me, please."

"I told you, you were just confused. You just needed a nice big cock in your little pussy." He moved his hips, grateful for just how soaked Peter was because he hardly had it in him to go slow. It felt so good. He held his hips, fucking him deep, bumping against his cervix to little whimpers of pain and pleasure.

"Please please," Peter begged mindlessly. His legs wrapped around him. His hands held on to back of his neck.

"That's my good girl, gonna fucking breed you."

Peter moaned, pulling him like he could get him deeper. Tony gave him what he needed, fucking him with quick deep thrusts, feeling his hole squeeze the whole length of his cock. He leaned into, letting his weight press Peter into the bed.

"Gonna bruise your fucking insides so you know what this fucking hole is for. What this pussy is for."

"It's a pussy," Peter agreed. "A pussy for your cock. Breed me please. Knock me up."

"Yeah," Tony moaned. He groped Peter's chest, kneading and squeezing him. "Gonna knock my girl up. Watch your tits swell."

"Oh my god, Tony, please. I need to cum."

"I know I can fucking feel it," Tony panted. He was right there, practically bursting. "Your pussy's milking my dick, practically begging for it."

Peter whimpered.

"Go ahead, baby. Show me how a girl cums."

Peter gasped. His nails dug into Tony's back. His eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell open, silent at first then moaning as his body shivered. His legs trembled against Tony's waist.

Tony came, pushing himself up against his cervix, pouring his cum straight into his womb and fucking him still as if it could fill him up again. He stopped only when his body forced him to. He looked at Peter, beautiful and red faced and panting. His hole was swollen and sore and gorgeous with his lacy boyshorts stretched to one side.

"We'll just fix these." Tony adjusted his underwear back into place. "Your pretty panties can help keep all my cum in your pussy. Make sure it takes."

Peter moaned. He was still shaking. His grip was weak as he tried to bring Tony to him for a kiss. Tony leaned in for him and gave him a soft kiss.

"You okay, Pete?"

He nodded his head. "Feels so good." His hand slipped down between his legs, rubbing the front of his soaked underwear.

Tony chuckled softly. "You'll have to give me a minute."

Peter smiled. "I'm too sore for..."

"That's okay."

"And I don't think I want... that again for a bit."

"That's okay, too." Tony ran his hand down Peter's thigh. He looked at where he was soaked, their cum mixed together making the most enticing mess.

"You want to eat me out so bad don't you?" Peter grinned.

"Fuck yeah. Can I please?"

Peter laughed. "Well, now I know how to get you begging."

Tony pulled him into his arms and gave him a sweet kiss. “Let’s have a break first, my handsome boy.”

However, if Peter were a good person, he would have taken Tony straight to medical or let the drugs wear off under his supervision. 

But he’s not, and he didn’t do either of those things. 

“I think…” Tony leans to his left and almost falls out of the chair, before over correcting so harshly he almost falls off the other side. “I think it works too well, kid. I can’t…can’t feel my face.” He clicks his tongue, gulping loudly. “Can I have some water?”

Peter winces a bit, grabbing a glass of water and helping Tony drink some. “Careful…”

Tony’s fingers are wrapped around the glass, but his hand doesn’t seem to want to work. Peter ends up having to continue holding the glass, allowing the older man to guide it. Tony pushes it away after a bit, and sighs loudly. “I need a nap.”

Peter laughs nervously, putting the glass down and putting the back of his hand to Tony’s forehead. “This is what you get for deciding to be my test subject without me knowing,” he says, half joking and half scolding. “You’re warm. I should really…” Tony leans into the touch, and his eyelashes flutter shut, and his mouth hangs half open as he gasps in a breath.

Peter’s entire brain stops. Tony leans into his touch, like he actually wants it. Like it feels nice. And he looks so handsome like this, with his cheeks flushed and his expression fixed like that. He looks…he looks sultry. 

Peter’s own breath hitches, and he pulls his hand away slowly. It sends a shiver down his spine that Tony chases it, leaning forward until he starts to lose his balance, and his eyes flutter open instead. “Tony?” Peter whispers.

Tony hums, swaying just a bit. “I should lay down.”

Peter nods, holding out his hand. “Let’s get you upstairs, Mr. Stark,” Peter says. Tony takes the hand, and mostly falls out of his chair. Peter helps him get his balance, and Tony is able to put one foot in front of the other. It’s an ordeal getting Tony to the penthouse, and Peter almost gives up to just carry him instead, but they finally make it. 

“Peter,” Tony says, and the gravely edge to his voice makes the younger man shiver with want. 

“Almost there,” Peter says, leading Tony into the master bedroom and shutting the door behind them. “Here, sit on the edge of the bed.” 

Tony doesn’t sit so much as fall, and he leans forward into Peter before jerking himself back. “Sorry,” he slurs, eyes half shut. 

It’s almost cute, if Peter didn’t feel so guilty. He sighs again and looks over his mentor, and decides getting his shoes off will be enough for this particular nap. Waking up in jeans probably won’t be the most comfortable, but he’s sure that won’t be the most uncomfortable thing Tony will have to deal with when he wakes up. 

Peter gets on his knees in front of Tony and looks up at the surprised gasp. Tony is staring at him, pupils dark and mouth hanging open. Peter swallows thickly, before tearing his eyes away and removing Tony’s shoes as quickly as he can.

If he were a good person, and he were to do the right thing, Peter would have stood up immediately after and helped Tony lay down to sleep it off. But that isn’t what Peter did. 

Peter stares up at Tony, and slowly puts his hands on Tony’s knees. He keeps them there, testing for what reaction he gets. 

Tony’s Adam's apple bobs, and he moves his eyes slowly between Peter’s hands and his lips. “Peter,” he starts, and seems to immediately forget what he was thinking. 

Peter moves his hands up Tony’s thighs slowly, breathing heavily through his nose as he watches Tony. Tony wouldn’t want this in his right mind, Peter knows that. But he seems to want it now, so it’s okay, right?

“Kid,” Tony says, and his hands come up to stop Peter’s progress. “I need…I need to sleep this off.”

Peter bites his lip, moving his hands back down to Tony’s knees. Tony’s hands move back to support himself behind him on the bed, and Peter takes advantage. He moves his hands back up, on the inside of Tony’s thighs this time, and enjoys the way it makes Tony shiver. He looks up at Tony through his lashes, feeling his cheeks heat under the intense gaze. “Please, Tony?” he whispers, resting his chin on Tony’s knee. “Just the once? I know you don’t want me, but just this once? You can just close your eyes.”

Tony makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds a lot like a protest, but Peter ignores it. Tony moves to stop Peter again, but he’s clumsy and weak.

Peter pushes past Tony’s hands, reaching up to unzip his pants. Tony makes another noise, but Peter ignores that one too; instead he just pulls Tony’s jeans and boxers down, allowing his slowly hardening cock to be exposed to the room. “Just once, I promise. I just need…just once.”

“Wait,” Tony whispers, one hand coming up to rub at his face, and the other going back to holding himself up. 

Peter ignores him, reaching up and wrapping his hand around Tony’s base. It only takes a couple strokes to get Tony reacting, his cock filling up nicely and getting heavier. Peter scoots closer, breathing an awed puff out on Tony’s head, and watches as it twitches. 

“Kid, wait, I don’t-” Tony cuts himself off, his hand sliding down his face and landing heavily on the bed beside him. 

Peter licks at the head once, just to test, and groans at the taste. He gets up on his knees, pushing his chest into the side of the bed so he can take half of Tony into his mouth with one smooth glide down. He wraps his fist around what he can’t fit, squeezing and pumping in time with the bobs of his head.  

Tony chokes, one hand coming up to rest in Peter’s curls. He doesn’t have the strength to push or pull, but Peter doesn’t mind either way. “Fuck, Peter.”

Peter moans at the way his name sounds on Tony’s tongue like that, all heavy and hot. He bobs his head up and down, licking over the head every time he comes up. He uses every trick he knows, pulls out every stop to make it good for Tony. 

A small voice reminds Peter that he probably won’t remember any of this, with how drugged out he is. But Peter doesn’t care; this is his only chance to have Tony, and he wants Tony to enjoy it. 

“Fuck, wait, Peter. Wait, stop. Stop, Peter,” Tony tugs weakly at Peter’s hair, and Peter pulls off with a pop. “Peter,” Tony says, eyes heavy and lidded. 

“Please,” Peter asks, feeling tears start to build in his eyes. He wants this so badly, and he knows this is his only chance. Peter won’t ever get another chance like this again, he just knows it. Tony won’t ever again want him even half as much as he does right now. 

Tony bites his lip, rubbing a thumb under Peter’s eye. “Don’t cry,” he says softly, sighing when a tear escapes Peter’s left eye. “Fuck, don’t cry.”

“Please, Tony,” Peter asks, moving his hand up and down Tony’s shaft. He blinks and more tears fall, and his heart flutters at the worried frown on Tony’s lips. “Please.”

Tony curses softly, moving his hand behind Peter’s ear and gently pulling him closer. “Okay,” Tony says, guiding Peter back to his cock. “Okay, just don’t cry.”

Peter eagerly takes Tony’s cock back into his mouth, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Tony’s expression. The guiding hand on the back of his head, while weak, just does something for Peter. He reaches down and grinds into the heel of his hand, using his other hand to stroke Tony’s cock where he can’t reach with his mouth. 

God, he can’t decide if he wants Tony to come down his throat or if he wants to know what it feels like to have Tony inside him. 

If Peter were a good person, he wouldn’t have ever done this in the first place. But if he were to do at least the semi-good thing in this situation, he would have finished Tony off quickly at that point and helped him get to bed and sleep it off. But Peter didn’t do that. 

Peter pulls off again, taking a deep breath and licking at the underside. Tony curses softly, his hips twitching and making his cock rub against Peter’s cheek and bump his nose. He pulls away from Tony just a bit, standing up and getting eye level with the older man. “I’ve wanted you forever,” he says, watching Tony’s face. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his breath hitches. “Don’t…Peter…”

Peter winces a bit, but he doesn’t want to stop. Even if it hurts a bit that Tony doesn’t want him back; he still wants this, just this once. He pushes his own pants down before pulling his shirt over his head. When he looks back to Tony, the older man is looking at Peter with a hungry expression, eyes roving slowly up and down Peter’s form. 

Tony swallows thickly, his hand moving to rub over his cock as he takes in the view. 

It makes Peter throb with need.

He climbs on the bed, knees bracketing Tony’s hips, resting his hands on Tony’s shoulders. Tony looks back up at Peter’s face, and his eyes unfocus a bit. “Wait, kid, I don’t-I don’t think…Peter-”

Peter kisses him, and it isn’t as sweet as he had always pictured it. Tony doesn’t respond at first, and when he does, he’s clumsy and awkward with his lips and tongue. It only serves to remind Peter of how he’s getting what he wants, and he pulls away with a sad sigh. 

“Don’t cry,” Tony says, his hand coming up to cup Peter’s cheek. “Peter.”

Peter leans into the touch, reaching between them to stroke Tony’s cock. “Please Tony, I want you. I want you inside me. Please?”

Tony stares for a moment, but then he nods slowly. “Okay.”

Peter kisses him again, and it distracts Tony. Peter strokes Tony slowly between them, twisting his hand over the head and collecting pre in his palm. He waits until he’s collected a good amount of it before rubbing it over the rest of Tony's cock. 

He pulls away after a few more seconds of this, getting impatient. He lifts his hips so he can hover over Tony’s cock. He aims Tony’s cock and cups the head as he starts to sink down, hissing at the initial pressure. 

Tony’s eyes widen, and his hands find their way to Peter’s hips. “Wait, Peter-”

Peter sinks a bit lower, biting his lip and groaning anyway. “You’re so big, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasps, rolling his hips in little circles on the way down until he’s seated on Tony’s lap. 

Tony chokes on his words, eyes fluttering in pleasure. “Fuck, Peter. You’re so wet, you’re too tight, I-“

Peter whimpers and clenches around Tony, allowing himself to get used to the stretch. Then he starts to move, finally, slowly at first to get used to the feeling. He moves his hips back and forth, complimenting the up and down motions, breath shaky. 

Tony feels so good inside him. So thick and hot and everything Peter ever thought it would feel like. 

“Peter,” Tony chokes, hands moving up Peter’s sides. 

The younger man moans, picking up the pace and starting to really bounce on Tony’s cock. “Oh, Tony, you feel so-you make me feel so good!”

Tony groans softly, running his hands up and down Peter’s back and looking up at him with dark eyes. “Peter, oh, fuck.” 

Peter throws his head back in pleasure, and Tony takes advantage immediately by licking and biting at Peter’s throat. Peter gasps at every mark Tony leaves, his hips stuttering at the pleasure. “Yes, yes Tony, more,” he breathes the last word, pleasure making him feel hot and dizzy. 

Tony wraps his arms around Peter to pull him close, chest to chest, and pants heavily into Peter’s ear. 

It makes Peter writhe against the other man, makes him clench around Tony’s cock. He throbs with need, and tries to move his hips in a way that will also get stimulation without sacrificing an inch of Tony inside of him. 

“If you keep moving your hips like that, I’m going to come,” Tony warns, and he only slurs his words a little, but it’s so hot in Peter’s ear. 

Peter whines, continuing the motion and tilting his head down so he can lick and bite at Tony’s jaw. “I want it,” Peter mumbles, clenching around Tony. “I want you to come inside me. Please, Tony, I want it so badly, please, just this once.” 

Tony holds Peter tighter, and the younger man can hardly move, whining in Peter’s ear. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, kid,” Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s cheek softly. 

If Peter had been a better person, he would have respected that. If he hadn’t been so lost in his own pleasure in the moment, he would have realized what Tony’s strength and clarity in his words meant. But that isn’t what Peter did. 

“Please,” Peter cries, frustration and desperation clouding everything else. He reaches between them, just barely able to fit his fingers close enough to touch himself. His entire body convulses when he finally reaches, and he gasps desperately into Tony’s ear. “Please, I’m so close.”

Tony groans softly, cupping the back of Peter’s head with one hand and sliding his other hand down to Peter’s hip. It lets Peter start to bounce again, and allows him to touch himself properly, and the way Peter clenches around Tony is making the older man pant. “Then come,” he says, biting at Peter’s earlobe gently. 

Peter gasps and speeds up his fingers, rubbing in quick circles, and sinks as deep on Tony’s cock as he possibly can and crying out as his orgasm overtakes him. Tony holds him through it, cursing through gritted teeth as he tries to hold his own pleasure back. 

Peter falls into Tony when it’s over, clenching sporadically around Tony with aftershocks. He whines softly, rolling his hips lazily. “Please Tony, please come inside of me, please, I need it, just this once.”

“F-fuck,” Tony gasps, hips snapping up into Peter. “Peter, don’t…”

Peter groans in overstimulation, trying to help by meeting his thrusts. “Tony,” he whispers right in Tony’s ear, and that timed with the snap of his hips makes Tony curse and groan loudly, jerking up into Peter and filling him up with his release. 

Tony pants through the orgasm, kissing the skin he can reach. “Peter,” he whispers, nosing under his ear. 

Peter sighs happily, lazily lifting his hips so he can pull off, sliding down to sit in his lap again. Tony’s cock rubs against his ass and twitches once, and Tony grunts softly. 

“Peter?” Tony asks after a few minutes, pausing his hands from rubbing Peter’s sides. 

“Hmm?” Peter asks, nuzzling into Tony’s hair. 

“What’s going on?” he asks, but he doesn’t push Peter away.

If Peter were a good person, he would have told Tony the truth. He would have admitted what he did, and owned up to it, and accepted any consequences that came with his actions thus far. 

But Tony doesn’t remember what happened. And Peter didn’t do that.

Peter, after only the briefest second of panic, gives a nervous giggle and kisses Tony’s temple. “What do you mean?” he asks, pulling away and smiling down at Tony. 

“I mean…what happened? I don’t…I don’t remember…” Tony looks away, biting his lip. 

Peter hums and kisses Tony’s cheek. “You tried my anxiety medication I was working on for you, and it didn’t work the way I wanted.” He kisses down Tony’s neck. “And then I couldn’t get you off of me-not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh?” Tony says, moving his hands down to Peter’s thighs, rubbing over them softly. “I don’t think that’s what happened, sweetheart.”

Peter tenses up, eyes widening just a bit, as he looks at Tony with a mix of horror and confusion. “W-what?”

Tony hums, moving his hands up and around to grab at Peter’s ass. “I think you saw your poor, defenseless mentor unable to fight back, and took advantage. I seem to remember you begging me to fuck you, just the once, because you were under the impression that I didn’t want you.”

Peter stares at him, half wanting to stand up and cover himself and half wanting to beg Tony to explain what he means. “Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony slaps Peter’s ass, only just hard enough to startle the younger man. “Why don’t I show you what I want, since you’re not inclined to ask?”