Day 8
8. Blood/Gore | Prostitution/Sex Work | Fisting | Hate-fucking/Angry Sex
Angry sex but it’s actually really loving and kind of sad?? Idk i just couldn’t be kinky today
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They had been arguing for hours, some off-handed comment about Peter’s maturity or lack thereof had set off an explosion. Peter had gone against Tony’s orders during a mission and nearly compromised the entire plan.
“Just too much of a fucking child to be good enough the refined Tony Stark, aren’t I?” Peter spit in a condescending tone, storming into the kitchen with Tony hot on his heels.
“If you weren’t always so goddamn reckless maybe nobody would have anything to say about it.” Tony growled at the boy.
Peter’s face is red in frustration, angry tears welling up in his eyes and lip quivering.
“If I’m too much of a kid then just fucking break up with me.” Peter mumbled, wiping the tears from his face.
“Shut the fuck up with that, we aren’t gonna do that Pete, goddamnit.” Tony felt tears reach his own eyes, running his hands through his hair.
“Fuck you.” Peter spit, wiping his eyes.
“Yeah, fuck me, right?” Tony grit, pushing the boy against the counter. “Fuck me.” He slams his mouth onto the younger boy’s, forcing the boy’s face to his. “Say it again baby, hate me so much, fucking say it.”
“Fuck you.” Peter cried, clinging into Tony’s grasp.
Their mouths crash together again in a fit of sadness and lust. Tony’s hands reaching to peel the boy’s shirt up over his head.
“Fuck you, love you, fuck you.” Peter’s letting out little sobs, fists coming up to clench around Tony’s shirt. “Love you, love you, love you.”
Tony took his time pressing biting kisses to his soft lips, slowly pulling the clothes off of the crying boy’s body. Tony scoops his boy up into his arms, carrying him to their room and laying him on their bed. Tony kisses down Peter’s neck, letting his tears fall onto the boy’s body.
“Just wanna keep you safe, just want you to be okay.” Tony cried, pulling his own shirt off of his body and reaching to unbutton his pants.
“Always keep me so safe, m’ sorry, I love you.” Peter let his tears fall onto his cheeks, reaching to help Tony shimmy his pants down before moving to pull his own boxers down.
The initial thrust was met with a breathy gasp and a choked off groan. With each new movement and angle, a new spark was ignited in Peter’s belly, the boy’s neck became the home of dark bruises and dried tears while their bodies rocked together in their shared bed.
“Love you Pete… love you. Don’t- don’t ever think differently.” Tony groaned out, each thrust making it harder for him to form his words.
“M’ gonna cum, m’ sorry Tony, gonn-gonna..” Peter choked off a gasp, back arching into his lover.
Tony held his boy close, planting kisses in his hair while he finished before pulling out and pulling the boy into his chest.
“Don’t ask something like that, Pete. Can’t stand the thought of losing you.” Tony felt a new wave of tears fall onto his skin, squeezing his boy tighter.
“Always gonna be yours, Tony.” Peter whispered into Tony’s chest right as the two dozed off.