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The first time Tony held Peter in his arms was already the best day of his life. Steve and Bucky having a pup was a goddamn miracle, and as pack Alpha, he got the honor of being the first to hold him. But then those big baby eyes looked up at him, and something in him howled. If it had been spoken, the word “mine” would’ve echoed around the world because of how loud it resounded inside him. And then, Peter smiled at him, and it was like his soul was complete.
Steve and Bucky weren’t too happy about it at first. Tony couldn’t blame them he was a little shell-shocked himself. But no one could deny the imprint when the only thing that could calm a screaming Peter in the middle of the night was being tucked up on Tony’s chest. And as he got older, that didn’t change. Peter clung to Tony like a shadow, and nothing he did could ever discourage it.
Which meant that Tony had created a menace of his own making. He was wrapped around Peter’s little finger, and everyone knew it, especially the pup. When he was little, it was toys and ice cream, which then turned into video games and junk food. But around fifteen, it turned into more. More than Tony had promised himself wouldn’t happen until he was old enough for mating. But months of begging for a kiss wore him down, so now Peter got one on special occasions, and Tony had never been able to stop calling him “baby.”
And now, at sixteen, Peter just kept pushing and pushing. And Tony wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to stop himself from breaking.
“But Tonyyyyyyyy,” Peter whines, draping himself on his mate's lap, his pretty pink lips formed into a pout and eyes large and glassy. The pack Alpha looked busy with so many papers in front of him, but Peter knew he was more important than those. “Whyyyy do you have to go to meetings today? Why don't you just spend your afternoon with me, huh? Huh? Pleaseeeee? It's the full moon again tonight, and you never bring me when you change during the full moon,” he huffs, a little petulant that Tony's not paying attention to him today. He's doused in his favorite cologne, he looks pretty, and his hair is nice; what more does the pack Alpha need?
“Baby,” he sighs tiredly, even as he nuzzles into the crook of his neck. The full moon always made things so much harder. Even now, his inner wolf is howling at him to claim his mate, pin him down, and show him where he belongs. “I’ve got to get this done today because it’s the full moon. I won’t be able to tomorrow.”
Peter lets out a whine, pressing his lips together even more to give his mate his best and cutest pout. “Are those things more important than me, Anthony?”
He sighs and leans his head back against his office chair, staring at his brat of a mate. The goddamn full name always got him, and he knew it.
“What am I gonna do with you, hmm?” he asks, brushing his knuckles over Peter’s soft cheeks. “You know tomorrow you’re going to get all the love and attention you want because I’m gonna be laid up, and yet you’re still being a greedy little pup.”
“But Tonyyyy,” Peter whines, burying his face in Tony's neck to greedily take in the Alpha's scent. “You're always soooo wound up before a full moon. Why don't we just relax, hmm? Maybe make out in your bed?” he suggests shamelessly, sue him for wanting sexy time with his older than him, same-age-his-parents mate.
“Mmm, don’t think I’m the one that’s wound up, baby,” he chuckles, doing his best to resist temptation. “You know the rules, Peter. The least you could do is try to make it easy on me.”
“Ugh, but I'm turning seventeen in a few months, Anthonyyyy,” Peter huffs out petulantly, pressing some kisses on the side of Tony's neck. “And I've been watching some things I wanna try with you, pleaseeee?”
“Oh good lord, your father is going to kill me,” Tony groans, even as one hand slips under the hem of Peter’s shirt, “I can’t believe you talked me into buying you a porn subscription.”
Peter giggles softly, nosing on the older man's jawline before pressing soft kisses on the edges of his beard, “I also like the toys you bought me last week, Tony. They made me feel good. Was so hard to keep myself quiet,” he murmurs softly, pressing his smaller palm against Tony's chest.
“Baby,” he sighs, kissing his shoulder. The image of Peter moaning as he played with his toys is just- “I bought you those toys so we wouldn’t keep playing this game. They were supposed to tie you over til your birthday.”
Peter sighs knowing he won't win today. He can just stay in his room and nap while the Alpha's away, or just build some Lego sets Tony got him. “Fine, I'll stop,” he murmurs sadly, rearing back. “What time will you be back tonight?”
Tony's heart aches at the disappointment in his eyes. God, it was getting harder with every full moon. So he brushes his curls off his forehead and kisses his cheeks.
“Hopefully before sunrise,” he murmurs. “Am I gonna come home to a pup in my bed, hmm?”
“Maybeeee,” Peter says with a small pout, still sad that he won't get time with his mate this afternoon, “I'll wait for you,” he says softly, before shifting on his mate's lap, “and I should let you get to it so you can finish your work already.”
“Thank you, pup,” he smiles. “Tomorrow, I promise. We’ll spend the whole day together.”
“Kay,” Peter says softly before kissing Tony on the corner of his lips, “I'll see you later, Tony,” he says as he wiggles himself off of the Alpha's lap, feeling that pull of the imprint in his chest again. “Don't take too long.”
Tony forces himself to finish his work by sunset, and the moon starts to rise in the sky. He takes his time strolling down to the usual meeting place, where a few people are already out, stripping off clothes so they don’t tear as they transform. He sighs at the ache in his bones, taking off his tie.
”You look ready for bed, not a run,” Steve snorts when he sees him.
“Blame your child,” he mutters, shrugging off his shirt. “The closer it gets, the louder the wolf is. Doesn’t help when-”
”Oh, please don’t say,” Steve grimaces. “Let me pretend he’s still an innocent for a while longer,”
He snorts. “Sure, Steve. I’ll let you pretend.”
The last dredges of sunlight fade, bathing the edges of the compound in moonlight. He takes a deep breath, his entire pack waiting for him to transform. Then, in the next blink of an eye, he’s on all fours and feeling the pain of being away from his mate. It’s harder as a wolf to resist the pull. But once he ran some of the energy out it would be safe to snuggle up next to the pup in this form and sleep off the last dredges of the full moon. But for now-
He runs.
♡
Peter sighs, he stays up because he doesn't sleep really well without Tony. He's curled up in the Alpha's bed in his mate's t-shirt and boxers, as he watches as the first sun ray bursts through the darkness of the sky and he knows Tony will arrive in a while, he had heard the howling a few hours ago and he can't wait until he can finally wolf out and have a run with his mate.
The waiting lasts for more than thirty more minutes, his ears picking up heavy thudding against the floor and when he looks up, he sees Tony in his majestic wolf form, dark brown almost black fur, thick and healthy, his wolf form is large, and imposing and any normal human would've been scared as the wolf approaches.
“Hey there, Tony, good run?” Peter asks as he finally strokes the Alpha's fur the moment he gets close. Tony lets out a frustrated grunt before plopping his head on Peter's lap. “I'm sorry, was it exhausting? Sleep first okay?” he murmurs softly as he continues petting the wolf, loving the heavy weight on his lap.
Tony huffs and nuzzles into Peter's lap a little further, and then feeling restless he leans up and gives the pup a playful lick on the cheek, making him giggle. Peter lays down and Tony stretches out on top of him, head on his chest as his hands run through his fur. The ache in his bones finally ceases a little and his eyes flutter shut with a sigh.
When he wakes in partial darkness, the blinds drawn tightly shut, he's human again, which makes him groan. It was always a toss-up if he was going to wake up as a human or a wolf. He preferred waking up as a wolf, mostly because now he was naked on top of the sheets, on top of his teenage mate. Nudity wasn't something they were bashful about around the compound. Bodies were bodies, especially when clothes could be shed at a moment's notice if someone changed. But Peter– well... his mate liked to pounce, and he had a nose for when Tony was vulnerable.
But for now, he seems to be fast asleep, so Tony eases back slowly, trying not to change that.
When Peter wakes up, he wakes up to a very human and very naked Tony on top of him. Their bodies are pressed together so close that a needle can't be dropped in between them. It was nice, the comforting weight of his mate on top of him, but he's a teenage boy with hormones and neediness coursing through his body, and his cocklet's hard against Tony's hip.
Peter groans. He's tempted to wake the Alpha up and ask him to help Peter with his problem, but he knows Tony's dead tired, so he tries to get the 185 pounds of muscle and meat off of him so he can run to the bathroom.
“Ugh— Tony— move a little please— need to go to the bathroom,” he huffs out. The Alpha's dead weight on him was heavier than he thought.
“I'm up, I'm up,” he huffs, pulling back all the way now that he realizes Peter is awake. He rolls over and drags a blanket with him, laying it over his lap as he groans. Fuck, his bones hurt. “Bring me some boxers while you're up? Please?”
“Mmhm, yeah, lemme just go to the bathroom first,” Peter huffs, not looking at Tony as he scurries off to the bathroom to fix his problem. Stupid age. Stupid mating rituals. Why can't he be seventeen already?
Tony sighs heavily at Peter's apparent grumpiness. He was going to be dealing with a feisty pup today, wasn't he? God, maybe he could just... humor him. Just a little. Just so he doesn't have to fight him so much.
“Thank you, baby,” he hums as Peter brings him underwear and then turns away. He shrugs them on quickly. “Alright, you're safe. Come here, honey, I need my pup snuggles.”
Peter hums in a noncommittal tone as he crawls onto the bed and plops himself on top of the bigger man. He buries his face instantly in Tony's neck. “Does your body hurt? Do you want a massage?”
“Yes,” he mutters into his neck, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He inhales deeply, shamelessly taking his fill. The day after the full moon was always the day he let himself be greedy. “But later. Just- just need you right now. It's–” he sighs, knowing it's going to open doors for pushing, but at the end of the day, Peter is still his mate. His other half. His best friend. He tells him everything. “It's getting harder. Sixteen years and nine months of waiting is starting to wear down on me, Pete. Little worried not even mating is gonna fix the transformation aches at this point.”
“I'm sorry,” Peter whispers. “I wish I could take it all away. You know I hate seeing you in pain,” he murmurs as he softly places some comforting kisses on the Alpha's bare shoulder. “I wish I were older too– I can't– I hate this waiting, Tony.”
“I know, baby,” he murmurs. “We're almost there, okay? I- I promise this is better for you. For your body. For your transformations. But in the meantime-” he hums a little, wondering if he should go there. Then he decides why not. They've earned it. “—you said something about ideas yesterday, hmm? You wanna tell Alpha what my naughty pup has been up to?”
A whine slips out of Peter's lips at his mate's question. He's done several things with the toys the Alpha gave him, things he wishes Tony had done to him instead of those knotted dildos or prostate stimulators. “Lots of things,” he murmurs shyly.
“Oh, now you're shy?” He chuckles, running his hands a little lower down Peter's back. “You can crawl in my lap and tease me with all your ideas, but the minute I say yes, let's do something, you start blushing?”
“Yesterday was different,” Peter huffs, “I was in the mood to use my body to get what I wanted,” he retaliates with an eye roll.
“Oh well, that's a shame,” he says, clicking his teeth together in disappointment, “I was feeling quite indulgent, Omega, but if you don't want to do anything, then–”
Peter raises a brow, looking up at the Alpha and propping his chin on the older man's chest. “Will you touch me? Can I touch you? Can I– Can I give you another handjob?”
He hums softly, running a few fingers through those curls he loves so much. Peter keeps them long just for him. “Yes, yes, maybe. I'll admit I'm a little intrigued by all these toys I bought you. You want to get me your favorite and show me, pup?”
Peter hums softly before nodding. He slides off the bed to go to his room which was just across his Alpha's, to grab the dildo that he's been using to fuck his pussy and his other hole.
His cheeks are prominently red when he gets back on the bed and drops the dildo in between them. “I use this– when I watch those videos–” he murmurs, feeling his own body heat up at the situation with his mate.
Tony takes the toy in hand and bites back a groan. It was a decent size, but he was bigger, and Peter was so tiny, fuck. He looks up at his mate carefully. “What kind of videos, baby?”
“I– I watch Omega twinks getting fucked by their Alphas,” he murmurs, shifting on his seat when he feels himself slick up and harden.
“Hmm, and you pretend this is me?” he asks, holding up the toy. The blush on his cheeks is all the answer he needs. He hums again, thinking things over— how far he trusts himself to go. Ironically, the ache and exhaustion in his bones keep the wolf calm, even if it’s feeling greedy. He’s not in any danger of going too far right now. He smiles a little at his mate, knowing something that always gets the boy going. “Take your clothes off, baby. Let's see how my little pup is growing into a beautiful Omega, hmm?”
Peter blushes even more before nodding. He's tiny like his papa, Omega build all throughout, with a small waist and wide hips for breeding. He takes off his shirt, his tiny boy tits spilling out, nipples pink and hardening against the cool air. He removes the boxers next, his tiny pink cocklet hard and leaking, his pussy slicked up enough as he resumes his position on his knees, sitting on his haunches.
Tony licks his lips in anticipation, drinking in the sight of him. He’s just gorgeous, and he’s of the mind right now to drive his little mate wild. He hums in dramatic contemplation and slides one hand up Peter’s arm and then down his chest, tweaking one of those perfect little nipples.
“My gorgeous boy,” he hums softly. “But how am I supposed to see anything with those thighs pressed together, huh?” He sits back against the headboard and pats his lap. “Come sit and then lay back. Let me see that cute little boy cunt you’re always wanting to show me.”
Oh god.
Peter licks his lips as he obediently crawls onto his mate's lap, placing his knees on either side of Tony's thighs. He leans back and reaches in between his thighs, lifting his cocklet aside, whimpering at the touch to show off his tight boy cunt to his Alpha. Pink and wet, ripe for claiming.
“Mmm, good boy,” he praises softly. He slides his fingers along the dripping folds, groaning at how soft he is. One fingertip slips inside, and he’s still so tight and hot, despite all the time he’s spent apparently fucking himself with a dildo. “Turning out so pretty baby, now let’s see about–” he moves his dripping fingers to replace Peter’s on his tiny cocklet, rubbing his thumb over the tip. “Does this get any attention during your videos, baby? Or is your pussy too greedy for that?”
Peter whimpers, bucking his hips against the Alpha's fingers. It's always been like this, Tony has fingered him, given him a handjob, but that's all. He'd always suck on his nipples and play with his tits but– no actual sex until claiming, it's frustrating, “I– I play with my cock too– Daddy, but– but like my pussy more–” he gasps out.
“Mmm, of course you do,” he moans. They were getting dangerous today, apparently. Peter calling him “Daddy” always riled him up. “Such a good little omega for Daddy. My best boy, so patient.”
He moves his fingers back down to his folds and starts to finger him harshly, a wet sound filling the room. His nostrils flare at the scent of slick and aroused Omega, and his teeth ache in want. But not today. The desire to protect and claim is now flamed, though, and Peter sitting out in the open air was pissing him off, so with a grunt and growl, he flips them over so Peter is beneath him, bracketed by his larger frame. He ducks his head down and kisses him roughly, and he groans. He should just kiss him more, honestly. Peter’s mouth was like sin.
Peter arches his back off the bed as he presses his mouth greedily against his Alpha, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with just how hard Tony's finger fucking his tiny pussy. “Alpha— Daddy—” Peter mewls in delight, his stomach already tightening, “I'm going to cum already—” he whines out.
“Good,” he murmurs darkly. “I know you, pup, you’ve got a few in you, and it’s like I said—” he nips at Peter’s earlobe, the closest he dare get to his neck- “I’m feeling indulgent, baby. So cum, Peter. Cum for Daddy.”
Peter lets out a loud shout, and his mouth hangs open when he feels his Omega fangs elongate at the feeling of his orgasm on the Alpha's fingers, his walls pulsating and tightening around the man's fingers, wanting a knot to milk instead. “More, more— more please, Daddy—” Peter begs greedily, not bothering to retract his Omega fangs as he nips and sucks on the Alpha's shoulder.
“Watch your teeth, baby,” he warns as he uses his other hand to reach for the dildo. He finds it and pulls his fingers out, replacing it with the toy in one swift motion. It sinks into the hilt, and Peter shrieks in pleasure, and oh, suddenly, Tony’s resolve is hanging by a thread. His baby boy could be hanging off his own cock right now if he wasn’t so damn old-fashioned. “Fuck honey, look at you taking all that cock. Such a good little Omega.”
Peter whines even more, splaying his thighs wider and raising his hips to meet the way his mate's thrusting that dildo inside him. “Please, please, fuck me— fuck me harder—”
Tony growls and pistons the toy harder into the Omega, taking out all the frustration of waiting out in the heated exchange. Peter is so fucking beautiful beneath him, and he knows it’s never going to get old. Every whimper and whine goes straight to his cock, and he grins a little against his mate's leg as he fucks him.
“That’s it, baby good boy, taking Daddy so well–” he praises as if the toy was his own cock. “‐gonna make you cum until there’s nothing left, Petey pie. Then maybe you’ll stop teasing Alpha at work, huh? Wring you out for a few days.”
“Please, oh please, please—” Peter whines out, throwing his head back, his nails digging into Tony's shoulders. “Use me, Daddy— please— make me cum— I'm yours— yours.”
God, he’s so fucking hard, and Peter is right there and why did he think this was going to be easy?
“Gonna use you, baby, that’s it, good boy- not gonna stop til you cum he growls. My perfect pup. Mine.”
Peter's body crests into another orgasm, his pussy tightening obscenely around the dildo that it's almost impossible to pull out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Need you, Daddy— please— please!”
Tony stares down at Peter in a little bit of rising horror. He hasn’t considered how the full moon might’ve affected the nearly mature Omega. Hormones raging, body changing. Fuck he had started such a dangerous game.
“Shh- shh okay, baby Daddy’s got you-” he says soothingly, trying to ease some of the heat between them. He’s got one trick up his sleeve short of getting the boy on his cock, which wasn’t actually an option.
Peter whines as he shifts them back again, Tony sitting against the headboard and the Omega’s cheek against his thigh as he squirms and sobs.
“I know baby, I know you need it–” he says as he gets his cock out of his boxers. “Here you wanna try sucking Alpha off? You’ve been so good, baby. Go ahead. Just try. It’s gonna feel so good.”
Oh— oh, sucking Tony off sounded so good. Peter shifts a little, trying to gain control of his body, which is totally out of control right now.
He wraps his fingers around the base, trying to encircle the whole girth and the forming knot, but his fingers are too small, and he moans at that realization. He licks the tip that's leaking with precum before wrapping his lips around the head, taking Tony inside his mouth as he lets out a pleased moan. Oh god—
Tony gasps, and his head tilts back, one hand sliding into Peter’s curls to guide him. Fuck he should’ve been doing this sooner. Maybe it would’ve kept their ever-growing need to mate at bay. Fuck.
“That’s it, good boy,” he croons softly, his breath coming out labored. “Oh, you’re a natural honey, aren’t you? Or maybe you’ve been playing with your little mouth, too? Mmm- fuck- I’m a lucky Alpha, baby good god—”
The praises from his Alpha eggs Peter on. He breathes through his nose and takes more of the man's cock inside his mouth, stroking the parts where he can't reach yet.
He moans and whimpers against Tony's cock, using his tongue and sucking greedily on the Alpha's fat cock. God, Tony would wreck his tiny pussy, and he'd thank the Alpha for it.
Oh god, he’s so close. His knot is swelling, and Peter’s lips are almost around it if he just-
“Omega, if you don’t want me to knot your mouth then–” he hisses in pleasure as he licks a swirl around the tip. “—fuck baby, you gotta tell me now.”
Knot. Fuck— fuck, Peter needs his mate's knot. He can feel the man's cock fattening inside his mouth, and he redoubles his efforts before tucking his teeth under his lips as he relaxes his throat and takes the man's knot into his mouth, licking and sucking at it greedily.
“Oh god, Omega-” he groans. He should’ve known better. He tightens his grip on Peter’s hair, and his hips buck up slightly of their own accord, and then– “Fuck!”
He lets out a hoarse shout as he cums. The first one after a full moon is always intense, but down Peter’s throat? His vision goes white, and a growl escapes him as he subconsciously bares his teeth to bite. Luckily, his mate is nowhere near.
Peter drinks down Tony's cum greedily, his own cock spurting out a weak orgasm just from his mouth being knotted, his brain hazy and his ears filled with white noise as he continues to suck on his mate's knot like a baby with a bottle.
“Good boy,” he rumbles softly, stroking his hair. “That’s a good pup, my perfect baby. Did so good for Daddy.”
Peter’s eyes are wet and glassy as he looks up at him, his lips spread obscenely around his knot. He’s perfect. Just how he should be. And Tony knows his ability to say no just got cut in half.
“So proud of you, Omega,” he hums. “Letting Alpha knot that sassy little mouth so good for me.”
Peter can't even comprehend his mate's praises or words; he's far too up and floating in Omega subspace.
God, he could stay knotted on Tony's cock forever.
Tony coos and preens until his knot finally goes down, and Peter slumps against his thigh tiredly.
“Come here, tesoro, Daddy’s got you,” he coos softly, reaching for him and drawing him into his lap. His Omega is still totally out of it, and he can feel little forlorn kitten licks against his neck. “Yeah, I know, honey, that was a bit too close of a call, huh?”
“Want you to properly knot me already,” Peter huffs, more coherently now as he continues to lick every patch of skin on his Alpha's neck, his teeth already retracted. “Want you to mate me already.”
“I know,” he says simply, rubbing his back. “But trust me, baby, it’s going to be better. It just is- the mating ritual… It's special. And we can only do it properly once you can shift.”
Peter shifts a little in his mate's hold, satisfied but not fully satisfied. “What do you think my color would be? When I shift?” he asks shyly since he knows wolf forms are important to imprinted couples.
Tony hums and runs his fingers through Peter’s curls. “Probably the same color as your hair. Maybe a little more dimensional. Whatever it is, I know you’re gonna be gorgeous.”
“You'll like me whatever my wolf is?” Peter asks shyly again. He can't stop the feeling of fear that his mate might be disappointed in his wolf form. Tony was the Alpha of their pack. He was the largest of all the wolves; next was his own Dad. “You won't be disappointed if I'm not pretty as a wolf?”
“Sweetheart, I will love you no matter what your wolf looks like,” he says, cupping his cheeks and holding his gaze. He kisses him softly, gently rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks. “And you’re going to be gorgeous because I love you.”
“I love you too, Alpha,” Peter whispers, nuzzling his nose close to the Alpha's mating gland, “I'll run you a warm bath. It'll soothe your aching muscles.”
“You’re too good to me, Omega,” he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to his mating gland. “Thank you.”
He gets one more kiss before Peter walks away. He watches him go, his heart bursting with affection. The next few months were going to be the worst. But when Peter finally got his wolf form, it would be all worth it.
♡
It's finally time. Peter's in a pair of shorts and a tank top in the woods, flanked by his parents on either side. He's finally fucking seventeen. His first shift, the chase, and the mating. Oh god. The mating. Tony's finally going to bite him.
"Did you take birth control?" His mom, Bucky, asks. Looking at Peter with concern, "or—"
“I didn't,” Peter says honestly, his wolf clawing and bouncing against the insides of his skin, “I— I wanna give him a pup already.”
His dad, Steve, sighs beside him. "Well, that's your choice, kiddo, just— Jesus, just tell Tony if it hurts, okay? And tell him to take it easy on you! And—"
“Dad,” Peter huffs a little, cheeks flushed, “I'll be okay. Tony will take care of me. I know he will.”
Bucky sighs and runs his fingers through his curls. "Mating will be intense, so will the chase, so be careful, okay honey?"
“Yeah, momma. Don't worry. Can I try to shift now?” He asks, nervous and excited at the same time.
Steve and Bucky nod before shaking off their limbs and shifting into their wolf forms easily. Peter takes a deep breath before closing his eyes and slowly— he feels himself changing— shifting until he's on his fours and everything seems brighter. Oh god.
"Let's go, pup!" His dad says with an encouraging thump. Peter nods and runs, getting a head start from his parents.
Oh god. He's a step closer to his mate.
Finally.
Tony can feel it the moment Peter shifts. It’s like a ripcord has been pulled in his soul, trying to yank him out into the woods behind the compound. It’s only thanks to Sam and Rhodey holding him back that he doesn’t immediately shift and start chasing. It’s tradition to give the pup time to run with their parents, and he definitely doesn’t want to take that moment from Steve and Bucky. It’s the least he can do.
But when the wolf can be denied no longer, he steps out into the early evening light. Peter had shifted at sundown, and now the stars were out. Tony breathes in the night air, giving himself a moment to ground himself. Once he feels like he’s not going to go feral, he shrugs off his shirt and pants and shifts.
For once, his wolf is playing nicely, and the aches and pains are minimal. When his senses narrow to intense focus, he catches a scent on the breeze. Peter. He lets out a long howl of delight, alerting the pack he was about to begin.
And then he runs.
Peter whines when he senses that Tony's somewhere in the woods. He could smell his mate, and his ears perk and twitch at the familiar paws hitting the damp forest floors.
He's now alone. The moment Tony howled, his parents gave him a nod before leaving him alone to fend for himself. From his Alpha— who waited seventeen fucking years to claim him.
Tony’s paws thunder across the forest floor, pounding inside his skull at the same beat as his heartbeat. He passes Steve and Bucky running back towards the compound, but he ignores the direction they came from, knowing they’re smarter than to let him know where they left their pup. No, he had to find Peter on his own.
His scent gets stronger, and he chuffs a little at the fact that Peter hasn’t run yet. He slows his pace, sneaking up on the clearing where the scent is strongest. And then, like some moment of magic, a single moonbeam shines through the trees, right onto his mate.
Tony stops in his tracks, totally stunned. Even his wolf seems a little shocked at how gorgeous Peter is. His prediction that his fur would be similar to his hair had been correct– but seeing it was entirely different. Peter’s coat was silky smooth, a rainbow of chocolate browns and the subtle glint of copper strands. He’s small— much smaller than either of his parents and a slight growl slips past his fangs. He loves it. He loves him. He wants him. But he wants to do this right, and his little mate is just standing there, ears twitching in anticipation.
He reaches out through the mental bond, finding the new pack connection of his mate, projecting his desire to play and chase. “Don’t go easy on me, Omega. Run.”
Peter gasps mentally, his body responding automatically to his mate's order as he runs. The cool gust of the forest wind cutting through his fur and the adrenaline of being chased with the intention of mounting him make his blood pump faster through his veins.
Tony grins and counts to ten before taking chase. He’s bigger, and his legs are longer, but Peter can fit between the spaces in the trees he can’t. It feels like an even match, and he revels in its thrill.
He chases and corals his mate towards their end goal, though the little thing doesn’t know it. He’s getting closer now, Peter within a lunge's reach at any given time. The copper strands in his fur glint in every patch of light in the trees, reflecting back at Tony with a sparkle.
Across the bond, Tony plays dirty by projecting to Peter all his feelings about how he looks, how he feels, and what he wants. All the pent-up lust and wanting is just pouring over their mental connection. And he’s sure it’s overwhelming for the Omega, which is exactly what he wants.
A whine escapes Peter when he feels every emotion Tony felt in the past years. His legs wobble, and he feels like he'll collapse. He could feel himself slick up from arousal. His wolf is screaming to just submit, fall, present, and be claimed. He knows Tony is just behind him, so in an act of brattiness, he swishes his tail, perking it up, to let the Alpha smell his slick and his wetness.
Tony lets out a barking growl when Peter lifts his tail. He knows what the little brat is trying to do, and fuck, he’s going to get it. The tension between them had built to indescribable heights already. It was time to stop playing games.
They’re in a thicket of trees, but up ahead, he knows, is a clearing. So suddenly, he veers off to the right, picking up pace and surely confusing his mate. In the corner of his eye, he watches him until he’s past the clearing. He turns around sharply and bursts into the open space, drawing himself to his full height and digging his paws into the dirt with a growl.
Peter makes a sound, too needy and aroused to run even further. His mate's growl reverberates over his body like smooth honey. He lowers his upper body, whimpering, submitting to his mate. The chase was fun, intense, and invigorating, but they've waited far too long already. All Peter wants is a knot. A mount. And a bite.
He lets out a needy whine.
God, he submits beautifully.
Tony lets out a soft huff and approaches his mate, making the difference in their sizes even clearer. Peter could almost stand upright beneath Tony if he wanted to, and it made him satisfied to know he could protect his mate if needed. It also made the next part very convenient.
He does a few circles, drinking in Peter’s submission before he finally drops his nose and nuzzles against his neck soothingly. He’s not the kind of Alpha to just mount with no comfort. Even if he were, Peter is his baby, he doesn’t want to hurt him.
He moves his muzzle around, reveling in the soft fur of Peter’s body. When he’s finally satisfied, and his little mate is shaking, he walks behind him, bracketing half his body with his own. He bends down and licks the side of Peter’s head in silent ask, feeling too wolfish for words.
“Please,” Peter whimpers through their link, licking the side of Tony's head in response. He needs Tony to claim him, or else he'll lose it, “I need you, Alpha.”
Tony rumbles in acknowledgment. He pulls back, shoving his nose between Peter’s legs and giving him a long lick. His mate gives a surprised yelp, and he makes a little puff of laughter. He tastes incredible, though, and Tony knows he’s going to spend many a moon pinning his mate down and pleasuring him with his tongue.
But for now, Peter needs something else, so he raises himself up again, inching forward until his cock bumps against his folds. He rumbles again at how tight and wet he is, but he’s trembling and clenching, making it hard. Tony dips his head down and gently clamps his teeth down around Peter’s neck. The act of simple dominance makes the little wolf go boneless, and his cock slides into the hilt in a single slick glide.
Oh god. Peter's upper body fully molds with the forest floors when his mate finally sinks into him. A whimper makes escapes him for the nth time as his walls tighten obscenely around Tony's cock. He feels so full, but his body is made for Tony, so he bucks his hips to encourage the Alpha to finally fuck him.
Tony’s mind whites out in animalistic pleasure, and when he comes to, he’s fucking into Peter with abandon. He’s wholly braced over him, paws digging into the dirt as he fucks him. He growls and clamps his teeth a little tighter, keeping Peter completely pinned as he thrusts in and out brutally, his knot already starting to swell.
Peter's front paws claws against the ground, his back arching and his tongue hanging out in abandon. He’s so wet, and the way he's being stretched out felt fucking amazing. His belly burns, and he lets out a deafening howl. He can't warn his mate, and when his pussy clamps down Tony's cock, he squirts abundantly, orgasm like a violent tidal wave crashing against his body.
Tony lets out a howl of his own as Peter clenches down around him, locking his knot in tight. A second lower and shorter one escapes him as he cums, growling as he fills up his mate and breeds him. It feels like it never ends, both of them locked in primal pleasure together for what feels like hours.
Gently, he pushes Peter down until he’s lying on his belly on the forest floor. He settles over him with a soft huff, using his front legs to keep the majority of his weight off his little mate. He sniffs and licks and nuzzles whatever he can reach, giving him all the love he could need to process what just happened.
Peter comes down slowly from the high Tony has put him in. He feels his mate's knot starting to slowly deflate. The Alpha's gentle and soothing licks didn't stop until, finally, his knot deflates. Peter lets out a soft whine when his mate pulls out, leaving him empty and wanting.
Tony’s wolf finally backs off enough to let his mind reach for words. “You did so good, Omega. I’m so proud of you. Come with me–”
He nudges and prods his tired and whining mate onto all fours. The first shift was exhausting in its own right, not to mention mating. While Tony would happily stay as a wolf until sunrise, Peter needed a break and some human connection. Plus, their mating wasn’t quite over.
He herds Peter towards a small hill that looks natural but is actually artificial, something that Tony had built for mated couples to have a space in the woods. There were several of them scattered around the property, and it was satisfying to finally use one himself. The opening feels natural but private, and as he nudges Peter further in, it reveals the small room with a big round floor bed covered in blankets and pillows, big enough for wolf or human form. There’s soft, warm lighting and a low table already filled with snacks and a cooler of drinks. He had prepared well for his mate, and his wolf wanted to howl with pride.
Carefully, he shifts back and then lies on the bed, fully naked, and pats his chest. “Come here, baby, let me pet you. Take it easy coming out of it.”
Peter lets out a soft sound before padding gently over to Tony, plopping his body on top of his Alpha's chest. Even in Tony's human form, it was easy for him to manhandle Peter. He sighs softly before slowly he shifts back into his human form, his body aching most wonderfully, and he can still feel Tony's cum inside him, cunt well bred. He nuzzles his nose on Tony's neck. The Alpha wasn't aware that he wasn't on control pills. He never was, so he's a little nervous to tell his mate, “Thank you, feels good, Alpha,” he finally purrs out after a few minutes of soothing calmness and silence.
Tony lets out a long exhale, reveling in the feeling of Peter’s naked body draped over his without any guilt or worry. He’s warm and soft, and quite honestly, he could stay like this for a long time. “You’re welcome, my pretty Omega. God, you’re beautiful, baby- I knew you would be, but- wow. Just wow.”
A shy smile spreads on Peter's lips as he plays with the hair on Tony's chest, “I'm— I'm glad you liked my wolf, Daddy,” he murmurs shyly, scooting even closer and letting out soft rumbles of purrs at their body contact.
“Mmm, how do you feel?” he asks softly, running his hands over his back. “No pain or anything during your transformation?”
“I felt good— it was a little achy when we weren't together, like a pain in places I couldn't identify, but it got better when you— when you chased me,” Peter hums out softly.
He chuckles, and then, feeling greedy, he flips Peter over suddenly, making him squeak. He starts kissing and nuzzling at his neck and shoulders, lazy and slow. “I loved that- gonna chase you every month, baby boy.”
“Mmmm,” Peter hums out happily, letting his mate shower him with kisses. "I'll get better at running from you. You cheated this time,” he huffs out, pouting.
“It’s payback for all your years of teasing-” he grins, nipping at his earlobe in retaliation. “You thought I just magically had all that resolve. Oh no, baby–” He growls playfully, licking over his scent gland. “Daddy has been dying.”
He lets out a soft mewl, eyes fluttering close, and his cunt twitches in arousal. “Nothing stopping you now, Daddy,” Peter murmurs back, fingers running over Tony's skin to encourage his ministrations.
Tony hums softly, almost feeling overwhelmed. With so many options that weren't there before, he nearly doesn't know where to start. He decides to continue on his current path, slowly building arousal in his mate's body with his mouth. He wants to savor this; they've both been waiting for it, and it's such a sweet relief he doesn't want to rush it.
“Such a good boy for me,” he murmurs reverently as he captures Peter's mouth on his own, kissing him long and deep. He shifts his hips so his cock is lined up between his legs, moaning at how fucking incredible it feels to finally touch like this. “My sweet boy. You're gonna be so good for Alpha, huh?” He ducks his head a little lower, capturing one of those perfect pink nipples in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. “Just gonna let me breed you right up.”
Oh, Peter keens at the Alpha's words. God, he wants that. He wants that so much— he rolls his hips, pressing his wet cunt against Tony's hard cock. “Please— want to give you pups, Alpha.”
“Mmm,” he hums softly. He should ask if Peter took his birth control, but part of him doesn't want to know either way. He'd instantly be caught between his instincts and his guilt over getting Peter pregnant so young. And whether or not Peter was just dirty talking or for real– he wanted to live in the moment. “Gonna give you pups, Omega. Gonna be such a pretty momma, my pretty boy.”
He pulls his hips back enough that the tip of his cock can start to slip between his folds, taking his time to let it happen naturally as they kiss. As he rocks them together, he finally slips in just a little, and he groans. “Fuck you're tight holy shit–”
“Daddy,” Peter mewls happily. Their first mating was animalistic, hasty, and plain violent lust. This time, he knows Tony will take his time. “Feels so good— fuck—”
“God, honey,” he breathes out as he slowly works his way in. It's even better than he ever imagined. “You're so soft, baby- shh shh, deep breaths there you go- mm-” He groans as he sinks into the hilt, Peter's walls fluttering around him. He doesn't move, doesn't even try. Everything is tight and hot, and he wants to enjoy it while his little mate adjusts. “Good boy, taking Daddy so well.”
No toy could have ever prepared Peter for this, his brain dropping so fast as he whines. Head tilted up to the skies, neck bared, toes curled. “Just for you, Daddy, please— please, I need you, need you so bad.”
“Okay, okay, shh- easy baby-” he soothes as Peter’s desperation makes him clench tightly around him, making it difficult to move. “Daddy’s right here, gonna give you what you need.”
He draws his cock halfway out before thrusting back in again, keeping it slow, but he knows it will still be intense. He’s got stamina after their wolf mating, and he can fuck his mate as long as he needs. He never fully draws his cock out, keeping Peter full and forcing him to get used to the feeling. As he fucks him, he starts to create more slick, making a smoother glide.
“There you go, baby, good boy-” he praises. “Getting so wet for Alpha.”
The sounds Peter makes are small and pitchy, the walls of his pussy soft and pliant around Tony's cock, and it feels fucking wonderful as the Alpha fucks his fat cock inside him.
He pulls down his mate for a messy kiss, more teeth and tongue than lips. “Your good boy, Daddy– hmm! Ah– always so wet for you–”
“You’re going to live on my cock from now on, baby,” he growls, his arousal building to the point where his possessive side is coming out. He lets himself move a little faster, a little deeper, gradually building them up to a more brutal pace. “God, you feel so good- fuck-”
“Yes, yes, yes— gonna stay and warm your cock, Daddy—” Peter whines out, nails digging into Tony's shoulders. “Gonna be your good little cockslut— keeping you satisfied and always on my knees for you—”
Tony reaches down and grabs Peter’s calf, hiking it up over his hip and letting him in deeper. He glances down at Peter’s body and groans. He grabs his hand and puts it on his stomach. “You feel that baby? Feel how deep Daddy’s fucking you?”
Oh god. He's so tiny, and his Alpha's so big that he's taking up every space in Peter's body. His toes curl as he lets out another tiny moan at the sensation. “So deep Daddy– so good– oh God–” he could feel his belly tighten deliciously, “so– so close Daddy– I can't– please, please, can I cum?”
“Please, baby,” he moans, kissing him roughly again. “Cum for Daddy wanna feel you- fuck-”
His mate's approval rips his orgasm out of him like a violent exorcism. His body crests, and he tightens around Tony like a vice as he squirts messily and wetly.
Tony had seen Peter orgasm many times, but nothing could prepare him for the feeling of his Omega squirting on his cock and clenching around him. He lets out a hoarse shout as his knot suddenly swells and catches. Instincts raging, he clamps down on Peter’s neck, sinking his teeth into his mating gland with a growl. His eyes roll back, and he groans as he cums, breeding up his mate.
The pressure of Tony's teeth breaking the skin of his neck encourages another weak orgasm, his Omega fangs elongating upon instincts as he bites his mate the moment his knot explodes and locks inside his pulsating pussy.
The pain of Peter’s fangs is like a pinprick, nothing compared to the absolute pleasure coursing through him. He braces himself on his elbows to keep himself from collapsing, his chest heaving in labored breaths as he licks over the mating bite. He nuzzles against Peter’s neck, kissing and soothing the skin. “Good boy, shh, fuck that was- hah- wow- god I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you, I love you too— so much,” Peter whimpers happily, nosing on Tony's jaw, taking in the scent of a satisfied Alpha. He combs his fingers through his mate's hair. He shifts a little but whimpers when he's reminded that they're still connected by Tony's knot. “Mmp, sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re okay, sweetheart here-” He carefully rolls them over so they’re on their sides, Peter’s leg thrown over his hip and their chests close together. His hands run over his Omega’s body, rubbing away any tension or aching muscles. As they settle into the quiet, he’s reminded of his early question. “So, um- did you take your birth control? Or…”
Peter stops breathing for a moment before he blinks rapidly, “I— I didn't— I want to— I want to give you pups already, Alpha,” he says in a tiny voice.
“You’re sure?” he asks softly, nuzzling along his jaw even as his instincts preen in delight. “You’re so young, baby. I can wait- well… I mean I could’ve. It might be a bit late for that.”
“Yes,” Peter breathes out when he senses an underlying pleased tone in Tony's voice, “yes, I want to have pups with you already, Alpha— I— I don't want to wait anymore,” Peter purrs out.
“Okay,” he says, trying to stay calm- but he just can’t. A few tears spring to the corners of his eyes, and he kisses Peter deeply, trying to communicate all his emotions. “I- I didn’t want to push, but the last few months, I’ve just been- I’ve been really wanting pups. But I wanted it to be your decision, so I didn’t say anything.”
Peter kisses Tony again and again, running his fingers through the Alpha's hair, “I know,” he whispers, “I can feel you. You're mine, remember?” He whispers, feeling more emotional now that the sexual haze softened between them.
Tony lets out another choked half sob, half laugh of joy, burying his face in Peter’s neck. “I love you. I can’t wait to start a family with you. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
Peter couldn't help but let out the same toned laugh, choked up and happy from the Alpha's reaction, “I love you too, and I can't wait for the rest of my life with you, Alpha. I waited all my life for this. And as much as I loved growing up with you, I'll love growing old with you as your wife more.”
“Well, you’re gonna keep me young, that’s for sure,” he teases, trying to alleviate some of the intensity of the moment. He hugs Peter tighter, breathing in his scent, then lets out a long exhale. “I was happy to wait, baby. You were so worth it, but god, I’m so happy the waiting is over.”
Peter hums a little and enjoys the arms wrapped around him. They say an imprint is someone who's either a guardian, a friend, a lover, or a soulmate. Peter's one of those lucky ones who got all those in a span of seventeen years and all the future years to come. His Alpha was right, he's also very happy that the waiting is finally over.