Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

13: Peachy

Kink/Sexual Warnings: Spanking, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Name-Calling, Thigh Riding, Dry Humping, Implied Oral Sex
Other Warnings: Beck's at it once more (creep), Tony and Peter fight.

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Peter grins, biting on his lower lip when he turns the little note around to show Tony what he picked from the jar this time. He knows how badly Tony has been looking forward to this. And honestly, so has he. They've been slowly initiating it already, joking, teasing. Sometimes Peter could feel the man struggle against his desires to just go for it right then and there.

Spanking

"Fuck. Yes." Tony breathes out, staring at the word in his own handwriting. He's so ready for this. He'd seen little glimpses of Peter's inner brat shine through and he couldn't wait to see what the boy would come up with. God. He couldn't wait to smack that perfect little butt, making Peter whimper and moan. He groans as he feels his groin tingle at the mere thought. He'll start slow. Have Peter get used to the sting, the warmth. The intimacy. Peter puts the jar aside carefully and licks his lips when he slowly gets on his hands and knees, crawling towards Tony on the couch. Tony swallows.
"Hi, daddy," Peter smirks and hovers over his boyfriend, lips less than an inch away. Fuck. Is that... Peach? Tony cocks an eyebrow, staring into Peter's beautiful eyes.
"You're wearing the lipgloss again."
"Guess what else I'm wearing?" Peter's voice is playful and already filled with lust. "Don't you want to find out?"
"Why do I have a feeling you're not going to show me?"
"Hmmm, you know me too well, Mr. Stark."

Peter leans in, his soft, sticky lips catching onto Tony's, making the older man tremble with desire. Peter always draws out his filthy side far too easily. His cock already hard and straining against his pants.
"I do want to see it, Pete."
"Nu-uh, you're going to have to make me." Peter draws back slightly and Tony feels the stain of the gloss still on his lips. The boy's eyes showing him the naughtiest sparkle Tony has ever seen.
"I'm asking you one last time, baby. I'm not holding back if you won't listen." Peter swallows, his eyes widening the slightest bit. Tony grins. Seems the little brat isn't so cocky after all. Peter pushes through, though.
"Come and get it."

That's all Tony needs. He tangles his fingers in Peter's soft curls, yanking the boy forward. Peter yelps surprised, falling right over Tony's lap. His chest resting on the armrest of the couch. He tries to get up, but Tony holds him down tightly.
"You're a bad, bad boy, Peter." Tony growls, using his free hand to tug Peter's sweatpants down, revealing the boy's beautiful ass. He gulps when he sees the pastel pink panties. Peter had only shown them off once before, he never actually wore them. "Teasing daddy as always." His hand gently caresses the soft skin. Peter is already a panting mess, Tony can feel the boy's hard-on digging into his upper leg. "Oh, aren't you the sweetest little slut- so easy. Already surrendering to me."
"Well," Peter huffs out a breath, wriggling in Tony's hold. "-you're just big talk, have yet to see you follow through with those empty threats, and- AH! " The hard smack startles both of them, Tony's fingers tingling where the impact hit him most. The boy melts in his arms, actually falling into his submission this time.
"You were sayin'?"
"N-Nothing, daddy. 'M sorry!"
"Color?"
"Green, please, hit me again, daddy," Peter breathes quickly. Tony inhales sharply, staring at the rosy spot on Peter's butt and aims for the same spot once more. The way it has Peter whimper is addictive. Tony wants to hear that sound over and over again.
"You were naughty, honeybunch," Tony grunts, smacking him again. "Talking back to daddy on purpose." Another. " Twice ." With that, he moves to the other buttcheek, giving two fast slaps in a row. He pauses, gently kneading the soft, already warm skin.

"How's it feel?"
"G-Good. Shit. I knew I'd like it but I didn't think I'd like it this much. It's all tingly." Peter rambles, shifting and turning his head to the other side, trying to look up Tony. Tony smiles, loosening his grip on the curls and their eyes meet.
"You look so pretty splayed out on my lap like this," he whispers, making Peter blush and cast his eyes down again. He wiggles his butt, though, and Tony can't help the soft chuckle from escaping his lips. "You want more, don't you?"
"Please?" Peter's voice is so needy and sweet that it has Tony's heart flutter. Gosh. He is madly in love with this kid and they're a literal match made in heaven. Or hell. Whatever floats your boat.