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”I don’t believe it,” Rhodey says, shaking his head. “You’re tellin’ me your dream woman showed up in your suite and took your V card just like that?”
”Come on, Tones. I know we’ve been giving you a hard time, but you don’t need to make up some-“
“I’m not making her up!” Tony huffs, annoyed with his two older best friends. He appreciates the companionship they’d given him as a floundering teen in college, but god, they were annoying sometimes. “Here I am treating you to a nice lunch as a thank you-”
”For something we didn’t actually do,” Rhodey corrects.
“-and you’re calling me a liar?” he finishes with a raised brow.
”Well then, where is she, huh?” Steve asks, gesturing to the restaurant.
“She was in a-”
”Hey, look at that hottie. White dress, brown hair,” Rhodey says suddenly, “God, I love New York.”
Tony turns in his chair and smirks, even though his heart is pounding, as he sees Peter strutting towards them as if she owns the place. With one last smug look at his friends, he pushes to his feet to pull out her chair.
Peter had finally agreed to meet Tony's friends after a week of staying in bed. He had met MJ through a video call two nights ago and left an impression on her best friend.
So here she is now after a briefing with Stark Industries PR regarding the gala next week, dressed appropriately inside a very nice and expensive restaurant. She instantly smiles when she sees her boyfriend with two other young men, probably in their 20s. Eyes wide and mouth gaped. It looks like her boy was bragging a little.
“Hey, honey,” Peter greets Tony when he pulls out a chair. She holds on to his forearm before pressing her lips against his. “Did you wait long?”
“Just long enough to explain,” he hums, wishing he could have more kisses, but they’re in public. He pulls out her chair for her before sitting back down, pleased when he sees the stupid look on his friends’ faces. “Steve, Rhodey- this is Peter.”
Steve snaps to it first, ever with his old-fashioned ways. “Uh nice to meet you, ma’am,” he stammers out, holding his hand across the table to shake.
Peter smiles politely at the two, taking the blonde's hand first, “I've heard a lot from you two,” she says with an amused tone, “I'm still not over the pushing out the piano off of the rooftop of MIT's Engineering building as a dare.”
”You told her about that?” Rhodey hisses.
“Course I did! It’s our best story!” Tony hisses back. “Also, stop being rude!”
Rhodey clears his throat and sheepishly offers his hand for Peter to shake as well. “Sorry, ma’am, just- well… Tony likes to tell a tall tale or two.”
He rolls his eyes and then shivers a little when he feels long nails slide up the back of his neck. “I haze you with one story about having a flying car- which isn’t a lie! It’s just a broken one.”
Peter laughs softly, pressing her fingers against the back of Tony's neck as a claim. “Please, call me Peter. Ma'am makes me feel old,” she says with a teasing grin. “Well, I am— but not that old.”
“You’re perfect,” Tony says a bit dreamily, looking over at her. His hand slides into her lap, rubbing up soft circles on her thigh with his thumb.
”Oh no,” Steve groans dramatically. “Rhodes, it’s worse than we feared. We’re going to have to endure the puppy eyes for weeks now.”
”Haven’t seen the puppy eyes since what’s her name- Sunset? Geesh, that was a wild couple of weeks,“ Rhodey snorts.
Tony’s eyes widen, and he makes a frantic slicing motion across his neck to get them to shut up as Peter’s fingers tighten around the back of his neck.
Peter's eyebrows raise comically, “Sunset, huh?” she asks, before looking at Tony with dark eyes, fingers slightly pressing harder on his nape. “You didn't tell me about Sunset, honey.”
God, now they’d done it.
“She’s no one,” he insists, shooting his friends a glare. Peter’s fingers tighten even more, and he shrinks. “She- she was this girl that I thought might like me but-”
”He was mooning over her,” Rhodey snorts. Steve slaps his chest, concern in his eyes.
“-she just liked my designs,” he huffs, looking at Peter nervously. “Besides, that was like a year ago. She’s no one. Long over it,” he finally gets the guts to look over at Peter sincerely, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek and quietly whisper. “You’re the only one for me, Mommy.”
“Hm,” she hums. She couldn't deny that she was very, very jealous right now. Just the thought of Tony looking at someone else made her stomach tighten. “Alright, honey. Why don't you two tell me more about yourselves?” she asks Rhodey and Steve, her fingers knotting through the base of Tony's hair on his nape.
Tony gulps nervously as he tries to focus on his two friends prattling on about themselves. Peter’s hand hardly ever leaves his neck; her touch is precise and claiming. He knows, without a doubt, he’s in so much fucking trouble. Peter had warned him about her jealousy, and he was about to see it in real-time… and fuck, it was kind of hot, but he was still slightly scared.
When they get back to the hotel, he tries to get ahead of the game, hoping he can soothe ruffled feathers. “Mommy, do you need anything? I can rub your feet or something.”
“So, Sunset,” Peter starts, sitting at the edge of the bed as she looks at Tony. “Was she the one you wanted to fuck? Hm? You think about her every time I take your cock inside me, Anthony?” she murmurs as she slowly takes off her accessories with calculated movements. “Mooning over her, huh?”
Shit.
“Mommy-” he whines, a bit too petulantly than what’s good for him. “I only think about you, I swear. You’re prettier than her, anyway. You’re like a goddess. You’re so pretty.”
“Mmhm?” Peter asks again as she slips off the straps of her dress, as it pools down to her feet. She's still calm, but something inside her is raging. Raging to take Tony by the neck, ride him, and make sure he knows he's owned for the rest of his life, she did warn him. “Am I really?” she murmurs as she walks towards Tony, only in heels and a pair of tiny white lace panties.
His mouth goes dry, his breath hitching in want.
“You are Mommy,” he says softly, swallowing in a desperate attempt not to go stupid already. “You’re my goddess.”
Peter hums, taking Tony by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to her height. “And you're mine, baby boy. My property. My boy. You have no freedom to look at other girls now, love.”
He whimpers softly, his voice lowering. “I belong to you, Mommy, I know. I don’t want to look at anyone else. I’m yours.”
“You gonna be a good boy for mommy, my love?” Peter hums out, starting to unbutton his shirt, “Let Mommy use you?”
“Yes- fuck please use me-” he begs, forcing himself to stay stock still. She’s in control, and he won’t move an inch unless she says. “I’m yours, mommy- your toy. You don’t have to ask.”
“My toy—” Peter parrots with a devilish grin, nosing on her boy's jaw as she works on the button and zipper of his slacks. “You're asking for something that's very dangerous, darling.”
“I’m not afraid of a little danger,” he says petulantly. Her nails scratch over his dick, trapped and aching in his briefs. “I trust you.”
God, he's really a spoiled brat. Peter tsks and cups Tony's hard cock over his briefs, “you shouldn't, honey,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against his skin, “I would ruin you.”
Tony’s eyes flutter shut, and a soft moan slips out. “Mommy- I’m already ruined. For anyone else but you.” A tiny smirk spreads across his lips. “And you like my cock too much to ruin it completely.”
Peter lets out a soft chuckle, stripping Tony off of his pants and briefs, his cock slapping against his stomach, hard and leaking. “You talk big for someone who was a virgin just a week ago, baby boy,” she murmurs, wrapping her fingers around his cock. “Still gotta train this slutty boy cock not to nut just three seconds inside my pussy.”
Tony swallows hard- this does not bode well for him. But damn, he doesn’t know when to quit.
“You said you liked it—” he whines, lurching towards her slightly before stopping himself.
“Oh, I do,” Peter hums out, putting a palm on Tony's shoulder to make sure they have a safe distance between them. “But how are you gonna pleasure other women if you cum so fast, honey? You're such a little boy slut when it comes to cunts, huh? Eager to cream and breed like a stud puppy? Is that what you are, lover? Just a handsome stud made to fill cunts?”
“What- what, no!” he whines. “I don’t want to please other women, mommy. Only you, please- I’m your boy slut, no one else’s.”
“Oh yeah?” She challenges as she tightens her fingers around Tony's cock, her hand on his shoulder lowering in between his thighs to cup his balls. “Gonna give me all your cum baby? And only to me?”
“Yes-” he gulps, already panting. He whimpers at her touch, his balls feeling heavy and fully in her palm. “—all for you, Mommy. Let me give it to you, please. Let me fill up your pussy, make it feel good.”
“Honey,” she whispers, finally stepping closer to Tony, holding his cock against her clit as she strokes him at a slow and treacherous pace, “I'm gonna fuck you so good so you'll remember that this body is not yours anymore, it's mine now. My toy. My body. My cock. My boy. You're not your own person anymore, Anthony,” she murmurs in a low tone, sliding his cock in between her thighs making him feel how wet she was.
Tony lets out a low groan, his head falling forward onto her shoulder. She’s so wet around his cock, and he bites his lip to keep himself from cumming already. God, he really is such a short shot. “Yes, mommy. I’m yours. Fuck me. Please- ah-” he hisses as she rocks against him, “I’m yours. Your boy. Your toy.”
Peter gives Tony a feral grin as she finally steps back to admire her boy's fully blown eyes and red cheeks. “On the edge of the bed, baby, on your back, and close your eyes,” she instructs with a calculated tone.
“Yes, mommy,” Tony murmurs submissively. He’s nervous, but at the same time, he feels like she’s got him under a spell. He couldn’t disobey her right now, even if he wanted to - and she hasn’t even fucked him yet.
With a nervous gulp, he settles on his back on the edge of the bed, knees bent, feet resting on the mattress. He takes a deep breath before letting his eyes fall shut, waiting in anticipation.
She licks her lips in arousal. Tony, all laid up in front of her, is such a sight to behold. She takes her time as she walks over, fingers trailing up Tony's thighs before she spreads the boy's legs, making him gasp, eyes still closed. “Shhh, baby, trust mommy, gonna give you something that will wreck you,” she says in a very soft tone as she brackets his calves on top of her thighs as she lines his cock on the opening of her pussy. She slowly sinks down, making it look like she was really fucking the boy. “Fuck— there we go, taking my pussy so good, baby—”
Tony shudders and gasps as she sinks down onto him. He can’t see, but he can feel, and fuck, it feels like she’s fucking him. His stomach flips, and he clenches the sheets tightly lest he move without permission. “Fuck- fuck, Mommy, thank you- feels so good.”
Peter hovers over him as she starts thrusting her pussy on Tony's cock, panting at how wet she is and how hard and throbbing Tony is inside her. “Open your eyes, baby boy, so you can see how mommy's taking your slutty little boy cock inside her pussy.”
Tony’s eyes fly open and trail down her body, kneeling above him. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her hair falling out of the elegant bun it had been pulled into, soft curls framing her face. As they wander, he lets out a low groan. He can see where their bodies connect, his cock being swallowed by her pussy greedily. He whimpers and squirms, his stomach tightening as his body threatens to tumble over the edge without permission. “Fuck- mommy- so pretty yes— fuck my little boy cock please- ah-” He mewls desperately. “–fuck mommy, M’so close already—”
“Oh no, already, honey?” Peter pants out in a mocking tone as she quickens her thrusts, moaning obscenely at how much Tony fills her pussy so good. “You gonna cum inside me like a pubescent boy, darling? Cream mommy's cunt like the slut you are, huh?” she asks, punctuating every word with a thrust.
“Yes- yes-” he moans obscenely, “I’m just your slut, Mommy. I can’t- I can’t- I—” His orgasm washes over him before he can try to ask for permission. His head tilts back, and he moans long and heavy as he cums. He can feel it shooting into her pussy and then dripping back down onto his pelvis and hips. “Mommy! Fuck—”
Peter grips Tony's hair and pins him down on the mattress as she growls and presses her pussy deeper, her own orgasm ripping through her body as she squirts messily on Tony's cock. She rocks her hips as she kisses down the expanse of her boy's throat. “Such a little slutty boy for me, fuck— next time you cum without permission, I'll have you over my lap, darling,” she murmurs as she licks over his Adam's apple before biting his jaw. “God, you always cum so much, baby, always filling me up good.”
Tony whines and bucks in overstimulation, his head thrashing as she bites him. “I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to fuck- please-” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for as he rides the edge of pain and pleasure, his cock somehow hardening up again slowly.
She licks over the bite to soothe the sting before she slowly pulls her pussy off of Tony's cock, hissing at the sensation, their cums dripping out of her pussy copiously. “Don't worry, darling, that's what training is for,” she murmurs softly, kissing his chest. “We'll make sure you last longer every time, hm?”
“Yes, mommy-” he whines softly. Then his brow furrows in his haze, a soft pout forming on his lips. “You didn’t cum mommy—”
“Oh, I came, honey,” Peter says with a soft chuckle, running her fingers through his hair. “Maybe you were just too out of it to feel it,” she whispers.
“Oh,” he whimpers, his head falling to the side, nuzzling his nose against her wrist. “M’sorry, Mommy, I really didn’t mean to.”
“It's okay, love,” she whispers, dropping more kisses on Tony's face. “It was your first time in this position. I know it was going to be a little bit overwhelming, but I'm proud of you, my love. My best boy.”
“Mmm, not mad at me?” he slurs out softly, sighing at her touch. “M’yours mommy. Always-” He yawns a little, feeling spent. “should get a tattoo or somethin’.”
Peter hums gently, considering getting a matching tattoo with Tony as she reaches for some wipes to clean her boy up, who looked like he was thoroughly spent, “I like that idea, darling. We should get matching tattoos, not now, maybe soon. Let's see, okay? Tattoos are permanent,” she says softly.
Tony smiles hazily and reaches up to brush a curl off her forehead. He’s too tired to make a quip and start a debate about the fact that this is permanent, so he just lets her clean him up. He sighs softly, reveling in her gentle touch. He’s hers- and he loves that she shows it in every way.