#madstarker: the daily life of a stark heir

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [4/6]

Yay another chapter done. I feel like it was rushed but I'm satisfied. 🥲

Summary: A fun little car ride before the big event.

WC: 2353

(AO3 Link)

Tumblr: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

Fic notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex, blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

Chapter notes: anal sex, car sex, vaginal fingering

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It's a Friday night and usually, he has a nerdy hang out planned with Ned but SI is hosting a gala tonight.

So Peter will make an appearance and he'll take as many pictures with his genius father as the photographers want. The questions, though, he'll field to his dad. They're always asking when he'll be mated off and who the lucky alpha would be.

Peter knows he's a genius like his dad but sometimes he really wonders how no one could see his father's plans for him.

The omega shrugs it off as he trudges his way toward the parking garage where he knows Happy is supposed to pick him up.

There's a limo there instead and the distinct familiar figure leaning against the side has Peter perking up.

"Dad!" He calls out surprised but pleased. It's not like it's uncommon for Tony to swing by but with how fast things have to move for the Gala, he hadn't expected to see his father until they met up at the event.

Tony gives him a cheerful wave and when Peter gets close enough, the alpha envelopes him in his arms. His dad nuzzles against his neck, inhaling the faint scent of books and ink and nestled deeper, his omega son's unique one.

Peter indulges in it, letting his father scent him as much as he pleases. When Tony finally pulls away, Peter smiles at him.

"Thought you would be too busy to come today," Peter says with a bright smile.

"Never too busy for my favorite kid," Tony says seriously.

"I'm your only kid," Peter says cheekily. He takes a step towards the limo door only to gasp in surprise when his father pushes him against the shiny polished surface. "Dad…?"

"As my only kid," Tony says, "gotta make sure you're ready for tonight."

There's some shuffling behind him before Peter realizes that his father is going on his knees. His hands are pressed against the tinted windows, but he sees the way his breath fogs up the glass. His cheek feels warm, too, against the cool surface.

It comes as no surprise then when he feels his daddy pulling his pants and underwear down.

Since they hadn't fucked in the meeting, Peter's body has been in a state of arousal since then. His body is just too used to a fuck, quick or otherwise, when his daddy gets his hands on him but their schedule is so tight today.

His pussy is getting wet, of course it is. How can he pretend to be unaffected? He feels his daddy's breath against his exposed ass, his fingers gently rubbing and spreading the slick around with soft wet sounds.

"Dad…" Peter complains.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fuck you properly earlier," his daddy apologizes, "A quickie probably isn't in the works right now either. Don't wanna tire you out too much before the big event."

"I can take it, dad," Peter protests fiercely. "You've made sure I can take anything you dish out to me so don't…"

His father's insinuation that Peter can't kind of annoys him because he's Peter Stark. Only he knows how to thoroughly please his father. Even when he's thoroughly used and dropping, he can handle anything his daddy wants.

"Mhmm," comes his daddy's hum of approval but Peter isn't sure he's even listening.

His daddy's too focused on playing with him and he does play.

Tony grips his ass and spreads his cheeks apart with just his thumb. Even if he looks over his shoulder, Peter wouldn't be able to see what his dad is up to so he just waits.

He doesn't have to wait for long. His daddy thumbs the tightly furled hole of his asshole and finds it dry. The light touch makes Peter clench up instinctively.

"Daddy wants to use my ass?" Peter asks curiously, shifting on his feet and wiggling his hips a little. With the time crunch they're in, he figured his dad would just do a quick fuck and hold off on knotting.

"It's too tempting not to, kid," his daddy admits. "Just for a little bit, okay?"

"Mmkay, you can use it whenever you want, dad," Peter says, "I'm your omega, after all."

Tony purrs at the words. "That's right, isn't it? My good omega son."

Peter shudders when his daddy moves his hand between his legs, rubbing against his pussy lips and dipping into his wet hole. Peter's already wet so when Tony starts to leisurely pump his fingers in and out, Peter moans in appreciation.

It's not what he needs– he needs his dad's cock– but it's good enough.

Peter leans his forehead against the window, fogging it up even more with his breath.

His heart jumps when the window he's leaning on jerks down just slightly.

"Boss, we need to get going," Happy calls from within. "Is he– Pete, let your dad know cause we gotta get going."

"Mmk–" Peter barely acknowledges it but he calls out to his dad with a soft moan. "Dad, Hap– Hap says we gotta go."

His daddy's fingers persistently jab inside him, fingers circling and rubbing in a spot that has Peter's eyelids fluttering. Another deep press has the omega biting down on his lip because it's right where the knot would sit. The pressure isn't the same, so it's not the same as being knotted, but it still feels good.

"Just need a minute," his daddy says.

Peter repeats it to Happy but he's barely aware of doing so. He only knows that the window rolls back up because his fingers leave streaks where his breath had fogged up the glass.

"Dad… daddy…" Peter whines. His voice echoes and bounces around in the large open space of the parking lot.

His alpha daddy gives one last shove of his fingers, one last jolt of pleasure that has Peter arching his back before he removes them.

"Keep it down, kid," Tony reminds him and then those slick wet fingers return but not to his pussy. They nudge against his back hole, one finger testing the tightness before sliding in.

Peter gasps and holds very still, trembling, as his daddy works his asshole open. It's been a while since their morning fuck so his hole is tight but still soft and ready for use.

His daddy prepares him diligently, slicking up his back hole with the wetness from his pussy. Peter opens easily, knowing to relax and push back so that the prep takes almost no time at all.

His hips push back, chasing after the pull of his father's fingers. It's a different kind of pleasure, getting fucked in the ass. But it's one that Peter's gotten used to.

He expects his daddy to press him against the limo once he deems Peter ready.

Instead, his alpha yanks the limo door open and Peter gets shoved inside. His chest is pushed down against the expensive leather seats and he scrabbles to get up.

Hands grab into his hips, keeping him right where his daddy wants him. His alpha's cock is pushed inside his hole, fucking in halfway before his father pulls out and does it again.

"Mmph!" Peter groans and clings to the seats as his ass gets fucked.

His daddy fucks him from behind and he steadies himself. His jeans help to cushion his knees and his daddy's hands keep him in position.

"Boss!" Happy complains from the front, "Pepper's gonna kill me if we're late. We gotta get Peter ready for the gala too."

"Ah…!" His daddy's cock pushes up right against his prostate.

It doesn't seem as though his father would stop and Peter revels in it even when he feels bad for causing trouble for Ms. Potts.

The alpha reaches around, fondling Peter's hard cocklet as it drips and stains the floor of the limo. He gives another thrust, sinking in deep and making Peter gasp as he sees stars. Then Tony grinds in deep, savoring the closeness of their connection, the tightness of Peter's ass.

He stills and his hands slip back to Peter's hips before sliding down, each warm palm settling on his cheeks. Then similar to earlier, he spreads Peter's ass apart and gives a hum of approval at what he finds.

"God, look at that hole trying so hard to take cock," Tony groans in appreciation. He rubs at the reddened hole, the tip of his thumb threatens to breach the already stuffed rim.

Peter clenches even tighter around his daddy's cock, breathless with how full he feels. When Tony doesn't do anything else but admire the view, Peter gets impatient and bounces a bit. He rocks on his dad's cock in an attempt to get him to continue.

"Ugh, hold on, Pete," Tony grunts. He pulls out a couple of inches and then spits to where his cock is exposed. When he sinks back in, the renewed wetness makes it even slicker and easier to slide in.

To Peter's dismay, his dad doesn't resume fucking him like before. After a few more thrusts, his daddy pulls out completely and leaves the omega feeling unfulfilled. Peter's about to turn around and complain when a swift smack against his backside has him jolting.

"Get in, kid. I'm not done with you yet but we gotta get going, as our dear Happy keeps reminding us." Tony says. His cock is still glistening wet and so hard, twitching between his father's legs.

Peter eagerly obeys, holding onto his pants as he gets in. His daddy slides in after him and tugs at the omega's pants.

"Get these off and get on my lap," he instructs Peter. Then to Happy, he says, "Let's get rolling, Hap! We got a gala to attend."

Peter kicks off his pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor along with his underwear.

Happy starts to drive off as Peter moves into position. He wobbles on his feet as the limo moves but with his daddy's help, he sits on the alpha's lap.

Tony's cock is hot against his bare skin and he shifts up.

"It'd be so much easier if you just used my pussy, dad," Peter complains when he blindly tries to position his dad's cock at his other hole.

"I love all your holes, Pete, but just get my cock inside this sweet ass of yours. Don't want your pussy too sore for tonight so it's this hole fo now," Tony says patiently even with his voice strained.

He's helping Peter balance while Peter finally presses the alpha's cockhead to his rim. Once positioned, Peter sinks down on his father's cock and they both groan when he fully sits on Tony's lap.

Peter presses a hand against his belly and groans when he feels Tony's cock twitch inside him.

"Go on, kid, fuck yourself on daddy's cock," Tony orders him. He helps Peter bounce on his dick, his hands tight on the omega's hips.

Outside, the sky is starting to darken and once they join the road, other cars flank the limo. The windows are tinted but uncovered so even from where Peter's sitting on his daddy's lap, he can see other drivers and passengers and even the buildings as they drive on.

Peter eagerly continues his bouncing, helping along with the movement of the car, though it sometimes gives him trouble. He doesn't want to slip off his daddy's cock, though, so eventually, he keeps his bouncing to a minimum. It's just enough stimulation to pleasure his daddy.

At one point, his daddy helps him turn around so that his knees settle on either side of his daddy's hips. This position is much easier and he tucks his face into Tony's shoulder, drinking in the scent of his alpha.

"Happy, can you turn right here?" Tony interrupts.

By then, Peter has his eyes closed, just focusing on his daddy's hands, his voice, and his cock.

His eyes shoot open when they hit a rough patch of road.

"O-Oh!" He cries out when he falls back against his daddy's chest. "Mmph!"

He quickly realizes this was his daddy's plan all along because the rough patch of road doesn't end. They've turned down a bad stretch of road that's partially under construction and each pothole, each rough bump, has Peter bouncing roughly in place.

His daddy is enjoying it immensely and Peter… Peter is too distracted by the now rough fucking. He's barely catching his breath and has to cling to his father.

His daddy's cock is fucking into his ass roughly, in and out– Every bump has him bouncing higher than intended and when he drops, it's to the shock of his daddy's entire alpha cock shoving in from tip to hilt.

Peter barely has control and only had the help of his daddy to keep him in place. He ends up giving himself over to the mercy of the road and his own luck and just braces himself for the rough fucking.

By the time they get back on smooth clean road, Peter's come twice and has ruined his daddy's clothes. His daddy also came, shooting off a load into his ass but making sure to keep his knot from shoving in. As a result, they've made a mess between their legs, his alpha daddy's come spilling from his used hole.

His daddy has shoved two fingers back into his asshole, swirling the mess of alpha come and slick together.

"We're here," Happy announces cheerfully.

Peter groans even as his daddy finally pulls his fingers out and gently pats his ass. His hole feels a bit sore but it's nothing he can't handle, especially since it's more than likely his daddy only intends to use his pussy for the gala.

"Time to get ready, kiddo. Hope you're ready for tonight."

His legs feel like jelly but Peter huffs against his daddy's neck.

"'m okay, dad. Just… maybe carry me in?"

Tony chuckles but Happy opens the doors, his daddy does exactly that and brings Peter in his arms to where their team is waiting to get them ready.

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [3/6]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! 🎉🎁🎄

Hope you're all having a great day and are safe and warm 💗 I told myself I wouldn't post until I have the next chapter done but I really wanted to release this early 🎁

Summary: Peter Stark, the Heir to Stark Industries, gets called in for an emergency board meeting.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex

New Notes: blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

WC: 2014 (AO3 Link)

Tumblr: Ch1 | Ch2

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He gives his dad a peck on the cheek before running off to class. The omega carries with him the heavy scent of his father and that's how he likes it. The scent warns away other unwanted alphas and boasts of his dad as a powerful alpha, virile and powerful, to other omegas.

Everyone knows who his father is though but the deeply embedded scent is just another way to rub it in.

Then for the next few hours, the only thing on his mind are the lectures, assignments, and the random silly memes Ned sends him interspersed throughout. He's entirely focused and only has to excuse himself once when he feels the trickle of his father's come start to wet his underwear.

Even then, it only takes him a minute to clean up in the bathroom and he's back in his seat shortly after.

He expects to spend a quiet hour in the library and get started on an assignment when a text comes in.

Boss Lady (12:33 PM)

Hey Pete, the board called an "emergency" meeting and you know how Tony gets in those. Think you can swing by if I send Happy to get you?

Peter winces at how dumb those board members can get but he's not surprised.

His dad has a gala tonight and whenever his dad has one of those, there's always the alphas on the board that want to give him a hard time. Throw a gala, have an "emergency" that requires his dad's attention. It's like clockwork and it's entirely unnecessary.

Bottom line, they just want to waste his dad's time because of his decision in making his omega son his heir.

Not all omegas are lucky to have their alpha parent fighting for them to take over as CEO of a multi billion company. So this is one of those things that falls under his responsibilities. Peter needs to fulfill his duties as Tony Stark's one and only heir and he'll do it with a smile.

So of course, Peter shoots Pepper a confirmation that he'll be there. Not even five minutes later, Happy's picking him up and it feels even shorter than that when he walks into the conference room just as the board members settle into their seats.

Despite not expecting him, his father gives him a toothy grin and pats his lap. The board members fall silent, displeased.

Peter ignores them and saunters over, his scent unfurling in the room full of red faced alphas. He settles in his alpha's warm lap with a cheeky smile. Already, he can feel his dad's cock perking up, pushing against his pants and seeking the warmth of Peter's body.

He kisses his dad and when Tony swipes his tongue between his lips, he lets out an audible moan. It's just loud enough to be heard by the rest of the room.

"Pete, how was class?" Tony says when he pulls away. He's delaying the meeting and it's his power to do so.

The other alphas are impatient but with Peter there, they know that his father won't even bother pretending to care about what they have to say. They're just grumpy that their plans are now ruined. Instead of low-key berating his father for an hour, they'll have to sit there and pretend not to notice Peter taking care of his dad.

"I have another one at 3," he tells his dad as though he hadn't already known.

Tony nods, "We'll keep this short then."

Peter smiles in gratitude. Inwardly, he mentally sticks his tongue out at the SI board.

"Let's get started then," Tony says. He gives Peter's ass a brief squeeze before he looks pointedly at the cushion on the floor.

Peter knows his duty.

The omega obediently slips to his knees and settles on the comfortable cushion. He pays no mind as the alphas start to talk since he trusts his dad to take care of any issues they bring up.

Peter's only responsibility is his father's hardening alpha cock.

By the time he takes his dad's cock out of his pants, it's already half hard and getting even harder with his touch. He gives it a few firm strokes just like his father likes and he makes sure to focus on the sensitive underside of the glans. Under his care, his dad's cock swells to its full impressive size and the slit starts weeping thick drops of precome.

It's only then that Peter leans forward and opens his mouth. While the board members are trying to dissuade his father, trying to make him name another alpha as his heir, Tony's son starts sucking his cock. They don't even pretend to lead into it. He can hear the reasons being presented even while he's focused on swirling his tongue around his dad's cockhead.

For that reason, Peter makes sure to make this blowjob extra messy. It's no hardship for him to suck loudly or to make sure his drool drips all along the length so that the wet sucking sounds mix in with the alphas' voices. It even turns him on a bit, makes his cocklet push against his own pants, to hear the filthy sounds his mouth makes as he sucks and licks to his heart's content.

"Mm…" Peter moans when his dad slips his fingers into his curls. A high pitched yelp cuts through all the noise when his dad's grip tightens and he shoves Peter's face down towards his groin.

Peter has been trained to take his daddy's cock but even he gags at the sudden intrusion into his mouth. He regains control of his muscles, forcing them to relax so that his dad's alpha cock slips to the back. His daddy is a true alpha, all intimidating length and girth, big enough to make any omega cry.

It's only Peter's familiarity with his daddy's cock that makes deepthroating bearable. He's been trained well, after all, and he's learned how to take all of it. He's had to if he wants to take his daddy's knot in his mouth and Peter's always been the ambitious sort. Probably a trait from his father.

"Guh… ugh…!" Peter gurgles around his dad's cock, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.

His lips drag up and down the hard length guided by his dad's grip. More spit wets his daddy's cock even though Peter tries so hard to keep the seal of his mouth tight around the now slippery flesh.

For the first time since the start, his daddy looks down at him gagging on his cock and Tony gives him an approving nod. His eyes are dark with hunger and Peter knows that the only reason why he hasn't been hauled up and bent over the table is because of their audience.

It's not that it'd be a faux pas for Tony to fuck his son in front of the SI board members. His father just doesn't want to give them that treat. Those dirty perverted alphas would no doubt drool over Peter's young body being fucked open, no matter how much they disapprove of him being Heir.

They don't deserve to see him, his father has often declared. It's Peter's duty to take his father whenever and wherever so he doesn't care if Tony we're to fuck him right here and now.

It's not his choice, though, so he lets it pass.

When Tony pulls him off his erection, Peter makes sure to keep his hands tugging on his father's spit wet cock to keep him hard. His father's musk fills his nose and he pants, tongue lolling out.

His daddy can't help the temptation and shoves his thumb in Peter's mouth.

Peter sucks on it like he would his cock, swirling his tongue around the finger and closing his pink lips around the joint.

"Good boy," Tony praises him, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the enticing surface of his tongue.

"Mr. Stark…" one of the board members try to catch his attention.

"A moment," his dad snaps at him but his eyes never leave Peter's face. His thumb slips out with a small pop and he thumbs at Peter's swollen lips. The omega kisses it, giving his daddy an innocent smile.

Silence falls upon the room, the only exception being father and son.

"My knot, Pete," Tony urges him.

He leads the omega to the base of his cock where his knot is a soft but noticeable bulge. Despite not being fully formed, it's still such a sensitive place for alphas. Because of that, his daddy shudders when Peter starts to lick around the loose skin there.

"Fuck, kid… that's it, just like how I taught you." His daddy doesn't bother to lower his voice, making it clear just what's happening.

Peter moans loud and clear at the praise. He attaches his lips to the bulge there, sucking little kisses to the soft knot.

"Fuck…" His daddy hisses, hips thrusting up. His balls push against Peter's chin and the omega adjusts himself so he can keep teasing the knot.

It drives his dad insane so when Tony pulls him up and shoves his cock back in his mouth, Peter expects it. He takes it easily and tries his best to relax his throat. Even then, it's difficult to take the entire throbbing length.

His dad's alpha cock fucks in and out of his mouth and Peter forces himself to go limp, to just let his dad take over and take his pleasure. The fullness is overwhelming but once again, Peter's training kicks in. He moans and gurgles around the thrusting length, spit and drool dripping down his chin and making a mess between his daddy's legs.

That all goes ignored. There's a feral tint to his daddy's dark eyes, pupils enlarged so there's barely any brown, as he watches Peter take his cock.

When the knot starts to bump against his lips, Peter lets go completely, becoming nothing more than a hole for his father to use. Those last few inches that Tony has to force him to take is the epitome of Peter's training. His lips stretch around the knot and the huge girth of it shoves his tongue flat in his mouth.

When his father comes, he doesn't even taste the bitter seed that floods out of his daddy's cock. It goes straight down his throat and Peter swallows load after load, tears slipping down his cheeks and eyelashes fluttering with every swallow.

"Oh, fuck, baby… That's it, sweetheart, there you go…" his daddy praises him, "Taking daddy's knot so well… Look at you, baby, your pretty lips stretched around me like a good boy…"

His dad can feel every swallow and his hips twitch minutely as though he can't help but push into the sweet warmth of his son's mouth.

"Such a good boy…" his daddy pets his hair, brushes away his tears. "You gonna keep daddy's knot nice and warm while he works?"

By now, his belly feels like it's filling up nicely. Vaguely, Peter remembers only having a bag of chips before Happy picked him up. Maybe it's good that this meeting had happened, he got a belly full of protein after all.

Peter looks up at his daddy, mouth full and eyes hazy. He's willing to do anything his daddy wants while he's floating in this come induced stupor. His daddy's cock throbs with every pulse. He wishes he could taste his daddy's come, but at least none of it is going to waste.

"Mm…" Peter answers the only way he can.

"Good boy…" his daddy praises him one last time before he turns his attention to the board.

He keeps his fingers in Peter's hair, idly petting his curls. The omega continues to nurse on his daddy's cock, suckling gently and keeping the knot cradled in his mouth.

Peter maintains his position and is lulled into a trance with his father's scent in his lungs, his dad's cock and knot in his mouth, and his belly full of come.

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [1/6]

For @starkerfestivals' Starkercest Winter Bingo: Free Use. A bunch of us in the SuperStarkers server wanted to do the card as a group so I'm contributing 6 chapters of Free Use 😌 hopefully they all stay within 1k WC.

Summary: Being the Stark Heir had its ups and downs. The public sure likes to keep an eye on him and his father and the shareholders are cranky old alphas that would rather hand off the company to an alpha than Peter just because he's an omega.

It doesn't matter, he can handle anything life throws at him. The hardest thing about being the Stark Heir is his father, an alpha in his prime with all the needs of one.

A day in Peter Stark's life where he has to fulfill his role as his father's omega.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia

WC: 1134

(AO3 Link)

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The rocking of his body on the bed wouldn't normally wake Peter but this time it had.

The lights are dimmed, just as he had left them when he fell asleep. Hunched over his body, a larger, studier form is thrusting into him. A hard thick cock is spearing into his pussy, filling him up in a nice familiar stretch.

His dad's home.

Blearily, Peter blinks the sleep from his eyes and holds back a yawn. His legs are hitched over his daddy's arms and there's a faint but noticeable tickle where Tony's panting against his neck.

"Daddy…" Peter complains when his father's beard tickles him again.

Tony barely pauses but he does lean back, strong hands pulling his son's lower body along with him. Peter's little cocklet is soft against his thigh but he's noticeably wet judging by the soft squelching sounds coming from between his legs.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" Tony says in a whisper. He gently fondles Peter's cocklet in a silent offer to make it up to him but the omega bats his hands away.

"You ah- did…" Peter grumbles.

His daddy shrugs and continues to fuck him, undaunted by his son's rejection. This new position has his dad's cockhead bumping against that spot that makes Peter melt but he's still really sleepy. If his daddy makes him come now, Peter knows he won't be able to fall back asleep so he just lets his dad do what he needs to.

With another grumble, Peter turns to his side, barely avoiding hitting his dad in the face with his foot. Tony goes along with it, catching his knee and hooking it over his arm again. He tucks a spare pillow beneath Peter's hip and settles back into thrusting.

Now that Peter's awake, Tony doesn't hold back and fucks him harder than previously. Peter's toes curl as his daddy's cock digs in deep, every inch of it dragging against his walls and lulling him into pleasure.

He might be able to come just from this actually…

"Hurry up, dad," Peter tells him with an impatient wiggle.

"Okay, okay, just give me a… minute…" Tony pants. His hips start losing their rhythm and Peter watches with hooded eyes as his father throws his head back, jaw clenched, before his face goes slack in ecstasy. "Here it comes, baby– gonna knot inside, okay, sweetheart? Gonna give it to you so good, fuck…!"

He feels it when his daddy starts to knot and squeaks out a satisfied mmph when he shoves it in forcefully at the last minute. It's just shy of too big and Peter breathed out a shaky breath when his pussy locks around it, his insides milking the firm knot.

Next comes the rush of warmth, his daddy coming freely inside his pussy.

Peter lets out a quiet moan of his own and tries to muffle it against the pillow. His daddy hears it anyway and when he touches Peter's cocklet, the omega jerks in surprise.

He hadn't realized he'd gotten hard but honestly, what did he expect?

"Daddy," Peter complains but for an entirely different reason.

His daddy only chuckles and fondles his hard little cocklet.

"Sorry, Pete…" Tony says but he's not sorry at all. "Here, Daddy will take care of it."

His daddy's hand is warm when it's wrapped around his cocklet. Peter squirms in his embrace, sensitive in a way that makes him want to come but also makes him want to just lay there and let the knotting take its course.

He doesn't have a choice, either way. His daddy plays with his little cock, giving the smaller omega length gentle strokes. With the knot stretching him full and the alpha's cockhead continuously spurting semen against the entrance of his womb, Peter is very sensitive.

Gentle touches to his omega cocklet is all he can really take. Any rough stroking would probably make him cry.

It's under his father's gentle touch that he's roused into a body shaking, toe curling orgasm. The way the pleasure washes over him, making his body tighten and relax as he rides it out… It certainly helps in milking the knot.

His daddy mouths at the back of his neck, teeth setting into skin when Peter's tight omega body does it's job and milks every drop of come from his cock.

"Oh, that's it, sweetheart… Your sweet little pussy's wringing me dry… Fuck, so tight, baby… Squeezing me so tight…" his dad pants against his neck, filthy words spoken in a low growl.

Just from his voice alone, Peter's body shudders, overwhelmed.

By the time the knot subsides, Peter's just a melted puddle of pleasured omega on the bed. He barely protests when his father pulls up and then hauls him onto his knees.

He can feel the drip drip drip of the copious load leaking out of him but he only reacts when Tony spreads his cheeks and swipes his tongue along the wet dripping parts of him.

He makes some sort of muffled squeak, a protest because it feels weird but his daddy's deviant tongue works its magic and has the omega barely able to hold the pose. It's only his daddy's hands holding him up as he swipes up and down his dripping pussy, that brazen tongue cleaning up slick and seed.

"Oh…" Peter can't help but moan when that isn't the only place his daddy's tongue explores.

When his daddy starts to tongue at his untouched back hole, Peter whimpers quite pitifully.

He knows where this'll lead and he's looking forward to it even though there's a good chance his ass will be sore in the morning. His hole can take it, he knows it can. The stretch back there can just be intimidating sometimes when compared to his pussy which opens so easily for his daddy's cock.

He still wants it and his daddy gives it to him after some prep.

His daddy fucks his ass in a gentler motion compared to his pussy. Maybe he's just being nice to his son, considering Peter still needs to rest and getting him riled up would leave him grumpy in the morning.

He wrings out another orgasm from Peter, an easy feat considering his cock was insistently rubbing against that sweet spot. By then, Peter's exhausted and wrung dry.

His daddy isn't done but this time, the rocking of their bodies helps lull Peter back to sleep, along with the exhaustion. And if he wakes up an hour later, half aware and clinging desperately to sleep, he ignores the way his daddy is pressed against his back and the sticky wetness between his legs.

Peter needs his sleep cause he has class in the morning but his daddy needs his release.

It's just a normal night.