Peter's Secret: Stark's Omega Plaything

Peter parker is an maleomega, he has an pussy. Tony stark discover it and take him, Peter is a cockslut and loves how big Tony is. Humilliation

--- Peter Parker knew better than to skip his suppressants. The slick between his thighs was already soaking through his suit, his pussy throbbing under the thin fabric. He should’ve gone home—should’ve locked himself in his shitty apartment until his stupid omega heat passed. But no. Of course he had to swing by Stark Tower for a "quick debrief." Tony’s scent hit him the second the elevator doors opened—dark, musky alpha, laced with expensive bourbon and arrogance. Peter’s knees nearly buckled. “Kid?” Tony’s voice was sharp as his eyes raked over Peter’s flushed face, his trembling thighs. Then, slowly, the bastard smirked. “Oh. You’re not wearing your blockers.” Peter opened his mouth to lie, but Tony was already crowding him against the wall, one thick thigh pressing between his legs. A rough hand yanked his suit down, exposing his swollen cunt, glistening and desperate. Tony’s laugh was cruel. “Always knew you were hiding something, sweetheart. Bet you love this, don’t you? Getting caught like a little slut.” Peter whimpered—part humiliation, part raw need. Tony’s fingers slid through his slick, spreading him open. “Fuck, you’re dripping. Think you can take my cock?” Peter could. He *needed* to. ---

Tony’s fingers dug into Peter’s hips, holding him hard against the wall as his other hand gathered a glob of spit in his palm. He didn’t hesitate—just smeared it over Peter’s exposed pussy, the wet heat mixing with the slick already coating his thighs. "Look at you," Tony sneered. "Begging for it like a bitch in heat." A sharp *crack* echoed as his palm came down on Peter's ass—rough, stinging, leaving the skin flushed. Peter gasped, his hips jerking forward into Tony’s thigh. "You love this," Tony growled, landing another smack. "Don’t you, omega?" Peter nodded frantically, his fingers scrambling against the wall for purchase as Tony’s hand left another burning mark. The humiliation twisted hot in his gut, his cunt clenching around nothing. Tony dragged him backward, pressing Peter’s chest flat against the glass, his ass on full display. "Good. Because I’m not done with you." His cock pressed against Peter’s soaked entrance, the thick head catching before he shoved in hard. Peter cried out, his body stretching to take it. "Now let's see how much of this you can take."

Tony's cock stretched Peter open with brutal efficiency, every inch forcing its way inside until his hips met the curve of Peter’s ass. The omega’s body convulsed—too much, too fast, but Tony didn’t let him adjust, just pulled out halfway and slammed back in, making Peter’s thighs shake. "Fuck, look at that," Tony muttered, dragging Peter’s suit down further to expose his jiggling tits. He pinched a nipple hard, twisting it as his other hand wrapped around Peter’s throat. "Clench like that again and I'll fuck you raw on the balcony. Let the whole city hear you squeal." Peter’s toes curled, his cunt pulsing around Tony’s cock as the threat sent a filthy thrill through him. Tony pistoned into him, each thrust knocking Peter harder against the glass, his spit-slicked folds stretched obscenely around Tony’s girth. Then Tony’s fingers found his clit, rubbing rough circles. "Come. Now." Peter shattered, his scream muffled by Tony’s palm as his orgasm ripped through him, slick gushing down his thighs. Tony didn’t stop—just fucked him through it, his grip tightening. "Good boy. Now take the rest."

Tony's grip on Peter's hips turned bruising as he hammered into him, every brutal thrust forcing the omega's tits to bounce against the fogged-up glass. The wet slap of skin echoed off the penthouse walls, Tony's cock dragging against Peter's swollen inner walls until the omega's thighs trembled with oversensitivity. "Fuck, that pretty cunt's still sucking me in," Tony growled, fingers digging into Peter's ass to spread him wider. He leaned down, teeth scraping over the omega's nape as he fucked into him with punishing precision. "Gonna pump you so full of cum you'll feel it dripping out of you for hours." Peter's whimpers turned ragged, his clit throbbing under Tony's relentless attention. Slick leaked down his thighs in thick, sticky strands, his body clenching helplessly around Tony's cock with every deep stroke. The alpha's knot swelled at the base, catching on Peter's stretched rim with each pull back. Tony spat into his palm and reached around, smearing it over Peter's clit before rubbing tight, dirty circles. "Come again. I want to feel that tight little hole milk me dry." Peter's vision whited out as another orgasm tore through him, his cunt spasming around Tony's length, squeezing as his body shuddered violently. Tony didn't slow—just fucked him harder, his thrusts turning erratic as his knot pushed past Peter's abused entrance. "Take it," he snarled, burying himself to the hilt. Heat flooded Peter’s guts as Tony’s cum pulsed inside him, his knot locking them together. The omega gasped, oversensitive and trembling, as Tony ground against him, ensuring every last drop stayed buried deep. "Now stay put," Tony murmured, biting Peter's shoulder. "You're not done yet."

Tony dragged Peter up by the hair, the omega’s lips already parting before the thick head of his cock even touched them—eager, desperate, his tongue darting out to taste the mess of slick and cum smeared across Tony’s shaft. "Fuck, look at you," Tony muttered, shoving in deep, not stopping until Peter’s nose pressed against his pelvis. The omega gagged, but his throat fluttered greedily around him, swallowing around the intrusion like he couldn’t stand the idea of Tony pulling out even for a second. Tony let him suck like that for a while, watching spit drip down Peter’s chin, the obscene way his cheeks hollowed with every drag back. Then he gripped him tighter, thrusting hard into that wet heat—not gentle, not kind, just using him exactly the way Peter clearly wanted to be used. The omega moaned around his cock, eyes rolling back as Tony fucked his throat raw, his own hips jerking like he was trying to grind against nothing. "Pathetic," Tony growled, jerking Peter’s head back just enough to see the dazed hunger in his eyes. "You’d choke on my dick all day if I let you, wouldn’t you?" Peter whined, nodding, his fingers clawing at Tony’s thighs like he was afraid he’d stop. Tony didn’t. He shoved back in, grinding his hips as his cock pulsed—not piss this time, just another thick load straight down Peter’s throat. The omega swallowed without being told, lips sealed tight, sucking until Tony finally pulled free with a wet gasp. "Disgusting," Tony said, smearing cum across Peter’s swollen lips with his thumb. "You love it." Peter didn’t even try to deny it.