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Peter thinks it’s funny, that his daddy thinks he’s so innocent. So out of the know. Clueless.
Daddy thinks Peter is still an innocent little boy, thinking daddy’s special love is normal but secret.
Peter lost his innocence a long time ago. He knows better now.
He knows what grooming means. What rape means. What incest means. What predator and pedophile mean.
He knows what cockslut means.
His daddy turned him into a giant slut. Peter can’t go six hours without having to touch himself, or get touched. It’s like an itch that he just can’t ignore.
The amount of times Peter has gotten in trouble for ditching class because he needed to jerk off in the toilet is embarrassing. Of course, no one knows that’s why he’s ditching, but still.
And it’s gotten to the point where Peter will do anything to get his daddy’s cock or fingers inside of him. He’s always loved having daddy in his mouth, but he grew to love daddy in his slutty little hole too, once it stopped hurting.
He doesn’t mind it. He knows it’s abuse and rape and wrong, but he doesn’t care. It feels good, and he knows daddy doesn’t hurt anyone but him. So, it’s fine. In Peter’s eyes.
He loves it. He’s daddy’s little slut.
~
Today was a bad day, for Peter.
He had asked to go to the bathroom in math class, but his teacher refused to let him. So he spent the rest of math class trying and failing to get rid of his hard on without touching himself. Then he got bullied for being small, by Flash. And then he had to walk home, because Happy was at the airport to pick up papa, and daddy was at work still. And of course, because Peter had to walk, the sky decided to break and shower him in rain.
He took a very angry shower when he got home, too pissed off with his teenage angst to jerk off.
But after he got out and dried off, he decided his hard on couldn’t wait anymore.
He sat on the bed and started to jerk his cock as quickly as possible, wanting to be done with it already.
Unfortunately, it’s that exact moment that his daddy decides to pop in.
“Oh, baby~ my naughty little angle, what are you doing?”
Peter whines, looking over at Tony with lust filled eyes. “Daddy! Daddy, want you. Want you in my hole daddy, I want it so bad!”
Tony coos, walking over and leaving the door open. Steve is on a work trip. “Yeah? You want daddy that badly?”
Peter nods, starting to cry. “Hurts daddy, I need it!”
Tony hums and sits next to Peter, grabbing his cock and jerking it much slower than Peter would have. “My good little angel, asking for daddy’s help! Good boy.”
Peter whines, jerking his hips up uselessly to try and make his father go faster. “Please daddy, need more! I need more, please!”
Tony coos, grabbing Peter’s lube from the top drawer and coating three fingers. While still stroking Peter’s cock, he pushes two fingers in, folding his arms so he can reach.
Peter cries out in ecstasy, hips jerking almost without his control. “Daddy!” He cums with only that as a warning; and he knows he won’t get in trouble for it. Peter isn’t even supposed to know what an orgasm is, in his father’s view of him. “Oh daddy...always make me feel so good, daddy!”
Tony coos, pulling back and fishing his own cock out of his work pants. “I’m so glad that I can, baby boy. Now, what was that about what daddy inside of your cute little hole?”
Peter whines but spreads his legs further apart, cock already twitching even though he just came. “Please daddy, need it. Need it to make me feel good!”
Tony pushes Peter’s legs up, lining himself up carefully. He’s always gotten off on how hot it is when his innocent little baby is all naked and vulnerable, while the older man is completely dressed. “You always use such good manners,” he praises, before pressing the tip in.
Peter’s jaw pops open, and his eyes flutter shut. His cheeks are a bright pink, as is his neck and chest.
He always gets so overwhelmed, at this part. When he realizes how good it feels, when he realizes how open and trusting he’s being. When he realizes how slutty he is for cock.
Tony slowly presses in until he bottoms out, grinning down darkly at his baby boy. He lovesthis angle. Seeing the way Peter blushes, the way his chest rises and falls so rapidly, the way he can see his cock’s outline in Peter’s stomach. He loves the way Peter’s own red, leaking cock isn’t as big as the one inside of him. Not even close.
Peter cries out, eventually, once he’s able to make noise again. “Daddy!” He whines.
Tony laughs darkly, kissing Peter’s lips and capturing his noises. “I’m right here baby. Daddy is always right here.” He pulls back just a little bit, so he can watch Peter’s face as he starts to fuck him.
Peter feels tears come to his eyes, and he grabs onto Tony’s arms. “I love you, daddy,” he whispers, one hand sliding up Tony’s arm and cupping his neck. “Love your special love too.”
Tony smiles, genuinely, for the first time that night. He leans down and kisses the boy again, moving his hips slow, sensual. “I love you too, baby boy. You’re such a good boy, so perfect.”
Peter mewls, spreading his legs even further apart help Tony go deeper. “Daddy, I-“
“What the fuck?!”
Tony freezes above the boy at his husband’s voice, terror making him feel nauseous.
~
It had been a very long day, but Steve had finally made it home. He had been able to pull a couple strings, and he was going to surprise his husband by being home two whole days early.
After thanking Happy for the ride and making his way upstairs, he didn’t even bother with taking his luggage to their bedroom. He just wanted to see his son and his husband. “Tones? Pete?” He leaves his stuff by the stairs and takes his jacket off, throwing it over the couch, when he hears it.
The unmistakable sounds of hips slapping against hips.
Steve has to take a moment, honestly, because this is not something he was ready for.
Despite Tony’s past, Steve trusted the man not to cheat on him. Sure, he was a slut. But after Tony met Steve, he was Steve’s slut.
But the high pitched moaning and the sounds of the bed rocking and barley-there whispers...it’s pretty obvious that Tony is sleeping with someone else.
He takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the worst, before making his way to his bedroom.
Weirdly, though, the sounds aren’t coming from hisbedroom. He realizes this as he walks past his son’s room.
Steve turns around and goes back to Peter’s bedroom, more confused than angry for now.
But then.
Oh.
There’s his son, legs spread far apart and arms wrapped around the man on top of him, fingers tangled in his hair. His face is flushed a deep pink, almost red at this point. His hair is wet, clinging to his forehead; he must have just gotten out of the shower. He’s looking up at the man on top of him with so much love, Steve feels wrong seeing it.
And the man... the man has his knees bent, spread to be on either side of Peter’s hips. He’s completely dressed. One hand is holding onto Peter’s hips, helping to guide the boy as he slowly fucks him. His other hand is jerking Peter’s cock just as slow, and his mouth is attached to Peter’s neck.
Steve is about to yell at the clearly adult man for fucking his clearly underage son, when all the sudden Peter whispers “Daddy, I-“ and-
And oh fucking hell.
That’s Tony.
Tony is fucking his son. Their son. Their-
“What the fuck?!” Steve yells, eyes wide.
He sees Tony’s hips freeze, just like the rest of him does. Tony doesn’t look up, or try to say something to defend himself. No, he just. Freezes.
Peter, on the other hand, does not freeze.
“Papa!” Peter says, wiggling a little under Tony. Probably wanting out. “Papa, c’mere! Want more, want you to love me too! Please Papa, I want your special love too!”
Steve blinks rapidly, breath hitching. “What?” He asks, dumbly. He’s lost for words, honestly.
But Peter just whines louder, tapping his daddy on the shoulder. “Please Papa! I need more, I need more special love! Please? Please please please?”
Tony finally seems to thaw out of his frozen shock, pulling away from Peter and looking at Steve with horror on his face. Not guilt; no, Tony isn’t guilty. He’s scared of what Steve will do, but he doesn’t regret his actions. “Steve...”
“What are you talking about?” Steve whispers.
Peter whines at the loss of his father’s cock inside of him, stuffing three fingers inside his red and dripping hole instead. “I want daddy and papa’s special love! Please Papa, please, I need it so bad, hurts! Need you inside of me!”
Steve blinks rapidly, looking between Tony’s face and where Peter is fingering himself like he’ll die if he doesn’t. “Tony?”
Tony hesitates at first, but then he adds his own two fingers beside Peter’s three, and their son cries out happily, a smile finally returning to his face. “He likes it,” Tony says softly, scissoring his fingers. “Do you wanna... do you maybe want to...come on? He’s begging you for it baby, he needs you.”
Steve should feel disgusted. He should be calling the cops. He should be screaming at Tony for taking Peter’s innocence like this. He should be demanding answers about how long this has been going on.
He should be doing anything but getting hard in his slacks.
“Tones,” Steve chokes, eyes glued to Peter’s abused hole. “Peter, honey...you...”
Peter arcs his back and cries out, hand flying to his cock as he jerks it quickly. “Please Papa, please love me!”
Steve’s resolve breaks. Fuck it. He’s going to hell with Tony, why not. “Oh baby, Papa loves you somuch! Don’t worry honey, I’m right here. I’m back from my trip. Come here. Come here.”
Peter whimpers and reaches for Steve, gasping into his mouth as he gets kissed. He whines and takes his own fingers out, grabbing onto his papa’s wrist.
Steve gives in and let’s the boy guide his hand down to his son’s hole. Steve takes one second to think about what a bad person he is, and then he pushes two of his fingers in.
Tony moans at the sight, starting to jerk himself back to full hardness. His baby boy is laying on his back, legs spread, one hand grabbing at Steve’s wrist and the other tangled in Steve’s hair. Steve is kissing Peter with all he’s got, tongue sliding out every once and a while. His strong fingers are moving in and out of their son with purpose; and Tony’s own hole clenches at the thought of it happening to him.
God, they’re fucking sexy together.
Soon Peter is able to take another, and another, until finally Steve pulls away from the kiss and bites his swollen lip. “Are you ready, angel?” He asks softly.
Peter nods, tears streaming down his face. “Please Papa, need it! Need it so bad!”
Steve coos and stands up, stripping down to be just as naked as his kid. “Good boy, begging so pretty for it.” He slips into the bed behind Peter, back to the headboard, and makes the boy turn to face him. “Are you going to be good for Papa, sweetheart?”
Peter nods desperately, straddling Steve’s hips and resting his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “Please Papa, want it!”
Steve hums and jerks his cock a few times, spreading a little more lube, before lining up. He moves Peter’s hips down, until the boy is completely sitting on Steve’s cock.
Peter whines loudly, head thrown back in ecstasy and cock twitching violently. He’s never done it in this position before, and it’s awesome. “Papa!”
Steve coos, watching as Tony sits behind Peter and starts to pet the boy all over. Steve carefully lifts and pulls him back down, making sure to aim for his prostate every single time. “I love you, Peter. So good for me and daddy.”
Peter whines, starting to bounce along with Steve’s guidance. It doesn’t take long before the boy is crying, drooling, and cumming all over his Papa’s chest and stomach.
“Good boy,” Steve whispers, watching with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Papa loves you so much, baby. Good boy.”
Peter gives up, resting his full weight on his Papa’s chest and just sitting on his dick, completely exhausted. “Papa...”
Steve coos, and then gasps as he feels Tony’s tongue along his balls. Peter whines when his tongue slips along his hole as well. “No more daddy, ‘m sleepy now.”
Tony breathes a laugh, making Steve fight back a curse, and moves back to just Steve’s balls. “Sorry sweetheart. Go ahead and sleep.”
Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he rocks his hips gently into his son. Luckily, it just puts the exhausted boy to sleep, instead of overwhelming him.
The combination of how hot the situation itself is, Peter’s relaxed yet tight hole, and his husband’s tongue on his balls, is enough to push Steve over the edge. He bites his tongue as he grunts in pleasure, shooting rope after rope of cum into his sleeping son. “Tony,” he whispers, eyes hooded.
Tony pulls back up, stroking his cock through the hole in his dress pants, licking his lips. He looks ready to burst as well. “Talk later, please?” He begs, hand stripping his cock for all it’s worth.
Steve reluctantly nods. He’s sleepy too. Instead, he enjoys the sight of his husband cumming on their son’s ass, and sighs in pleasure.
They do have a lot to talk about, but for now, he just wants to sleep with his baby boy and his husband all cuddled up with him.