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A few months ago Peter probably would have found his situation nuts, something he’d never find himself in. He’d been stressed, more than usual, about money and Liz had cornered him to tell him about a job opportunity- something she said was unusual but lucrative. At first he thought she was going to say something crazy like selling drugs but he should have known better than that. Liz has always been pretty straight-laced, so when she told him the job was at a high end strip club she had a good laugh when he mistook her for a dancer.
Obviously that’s not really Liz’s speed and he’d been surprised to learn she’s pretty talented at mixology after bartending her way through school. Peter thought her mom paid for everything since she’s a lawyer, she’s got money. Or, not that he’d ever ask, he thought maybe Liz’s dad squirrelled away some money for her from his uh. Business. Which, funny enough, is how she got her job to begin with because the clientele isn’t just high end, it’s also criminal. But Liz had promised there wasn’t any drama in the club, which was something of a metaphorical Switzerland, and the money wasn’t just good. It was funding her entire education and high end life money, and she’s just the one pouring drinks.
When he started he thought he’d be more shy but Liz wasn’t wrong when she pointed out he’s always liked the attention of his partners. The job was basically that without any of the relationship stuff, it’s just that he’s always felt guilty about that flush of pleasure he gets every time he notices an alpha noticing him. He thought maybe that’d make his job difficult but instead Peter learned he feels way more than the slight flutter of arousal when he catches an alphas attention. And it’s even better if it’s the kind of alpha that frequents the club. It’s actually the best fucking thing about his job, the rush of excitement and power he gets when he has some alpha with a dangerous reputation completely hypnotized.
It’s how he met Tony- him on stage and Tony making his way across the club until he looked up and did a double take when he saw Peter. He swears the chemistry started right there, established entirely through the hungry look on Tony’s face as he watched Peter’s whole routine and before they even spoke a word to each other. Since then he always makes his way to one of the VIP rooms to do whatever Tony wants him to, and he’s more than fine with that. He hadn’t much intended to dabble in sleeping with the clients for money, but he hasn’t regretted his decision in who he chooses to let fuck him.
Besides, the money is beyond good and Peter loves the way alphas look at him when he dances, the way Tony looks at him after as he strips what little Peter wears off and takes the stress of the week out on Peter’s hole. This week Peter is extra looking forward to it because it’s been a stressful week for him too between exams and doing the work to patent one of his newest projects. He’s grateful for all the extra time this job gives him since he only works three nights a week, if he had any more on his plate he’s pretty sure he’d have spontaneously combusted with that patent nonsense.
“Stressful week, sugar? You feel tense,” Tony notes, fingers trailing up his thighs lightly. Peter has made a point to not involve himself in his clients business, but he’s well aware of how everyone talks about Tony. His touch is gentle and soft, attention rapt as he greedily feels his way up Peter’s body, and his nickname is The Merchant of Death. He’s sure if it weren’t for this job he’d have no idea how hot he’d find it to be touched by someone this dangerous, to have total control of their attention and affections.
Peter tips his head back for Tony, an invitation for scenting he takes immediately, swearing softly into Peter’s neck as he nuzzles into him. He can smell the sharp arousal in Tony’s scent and he can feel his cock throbbing in his pants. “You can make it a lot less stressful now,” Peter tells him, deliberately avoiding details about his life because he’s not stupid. It’s hot to be fucked by an alpha like Tony, not killed by one.
And for his part Tony doesn’t even acknowledge his avoidance, favoring making good on reducing Peter’s stress as he presses two fingers into his hole. He pulls back from Peter’s neck just to watch the way Peter’s mouth drops open while he stretches him out. Tony clearly savours the way he takes his time fingering Peter’s hole, taking obvious satisfaction in how slick Peter is on just his fingers. “There you go, sugar. Pretty little omega like you shouldn’t be stressed about anything, but with a body like this I don’t fucking mind being your stress relief.” Tony’s voice is thick with arousal and Peter moans as he reaches for his belt, eager to pull his cock out so he can bury it deep inside himself and ride Tony.
Once he’s pulled Tony’s cock free he pulls his fingers from Peter’s ass and Peter eagerly sinks himself down until he’s taken it all. Tony is big, thick too and Peter is glad for it because nothing feels better than being stretched out proper on thick alpha cock. He balances himself with one hand on Tony’s shoulder and the other on Tony’s chest, pushing him back into the couch they’re on as he starts to move. He leans in to kiss Tony, enjoying the way Tony’s hands grip his hips tightly, guiding him gently as he bounces on Tony’s cock.
By the time Peter pulls back from their kiss to look down at Tony his eyes are half lidded with pleasure as he grins up at Peter, totally lost in his own arousal as Peter fucks himself on his cock. “You look like you needed this more than I did,” Peter teases.
Tony lets out a half distracted snort, “well sugar, that’s what happens when you fuck like a god damn champion. Fuckin no alpha would ever turn this down,” he says, entirely distracted as he leans in to scent Peter’s neck, sliding one of his hands over Peter’s ass and squeezing.
He knows he’s good at sex, aside from having lots of practice he also loves getting his partners off, loves figuring out what will have them all over him and now is no exception. Tony likes an omega that takes control, an omega that fucks him because they like fucking themselves silly on alpha cock, slick making a mess everywhere and Peter never fails to live up. Sex with Tony is some of the best he’s ever had, The Merchant of Death laid out underneath him while Peter chases after his own pleasure on Tony’s cock.
Every time Tony moans or swears under his breath when Peter moves just right is music to his ears, and the way Tony looks at him like he’s the only thing that matters has him so wet. Dark eyes trained on him as Tony starts fucking into him, meeting Peter half way as he rides Tony’s cock. He knows that means Tony is close so he leans in, body pressing into Tony’s as he pants softly, letting out these small noises of pleasure he knows Tony loves to hear.
The look on his face confirms it, and when he presses his nose into Peter’s neck, hands tightening on his hips deliciously painfully, Peter cums with him. His alpha is just too good and Peter loves fucking his cock too much not to, and he grins as he catches his breath. Tony’s hands pet him up and down like he still can’t get enough of Peter’s body even after filling him up with his cum.
“Now there’s some superior stress relief,” Tony says far more to himself than Peter, looking up at him like he’s something precious and special.
*
The first time Peter caught Bucky’s attention it’d been a bad night and he hadn’t been looking for anything but a tip or two from some reliable sources. He’d been on his way back out when he saw Peter talking to one of the bartenders before looking up at him with those big, innocent brown eyes and Bucky was gone as soon as Peter smiled at him. It wasn’t even a half an hour later before Peter was underneath him begging for his cock while Bucky fucked his frustration out on Peter.
He’s way too good to only have once and Bucky makes it a habit to make an appointment with Peter weekly. It’s just like Peter to be perfect, kneeling at his feet just the way he likes out of his omegas. He knows Peter wants to touch him, he always does, but not until Bucky tells him he can. “Come here, doll,” Bucky tells him, taking some real delight in the way Peter instantly shifts so he’s between his legs, hands moving to touch his thighs but stopping short for long enough to look up at him for confirmation. Only after he nods does Peter happily and enthusiastically slide his hands up Bucky’s thighs looking hungry for it.
“Can I suck your cock, sir?” Peter asks, laying it on thick with his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, calling him ‘sir’ because he knows how much Bucky likes it.
Bucky pretends like he’s considering it, as if he’d pass up an omega half his age sucking his cock like he’s born for it, just to make Peter wait. “If you want to suck my cock you’ll let me knot that tight little ass of yours,” he bargains, knowing Peter will agree. They’ve done it a few times now and Peter has screamed on his knot every single time, slick making a mess of everything like it should.
He knows from the look on Peter’s face what his answer is, but he gives Bucky a hungry look as he reaches out to massage him through his pants. “That’s hardly a tough bargain, sir,” Peter says, shy little grin on his face as he pulls Bucky’s belt buckle open. “I’ve taken good knot before, but not like yours,” he murmurs softly, pulling his cock from his pants and stroking it. He sucks in a breath, moaning softly as Peter touches him, teases him really.
“Doll,” Bucky says, cutting himself off with a long, low moan as Peter strokes him. “If you want my knot, you better start sucking cock,” Bucky tells him, instantly impatient with Peter’s teasing because he knows how good he is at following through on the pleasing. Peter doesn’t waste any time with a response, just leans in to suck his cock down into his mouth, tongue massaging the underside of his cock as he goes. He strokes what his mouth doesn’t suck down enthusiastically, head bobbing fast as Bucky leans his head back and lets Peter work him over good.
It took Peter no time to figure out what Bucky wanted and become it- the perfect submissive omega. Bucky likes the control, when omegas hand over their bodies for him to do what he wants and he’s not selfish either, they get as much out of it as he does. They just need to show initiative in getting him off, a fast learning curve, and most importantly do everything he says without question. Peter sets a breakneck pace for himself but Bucky takes it further, fucking down Peter’s throat hard as his cock throbs hard in his mouth.
This week has been exceptionally shit, he fucking needs this, and Peter is too damn good. He takes what Bucky gives enthusiastically, letting out these small little moans like Bucky can’t smell his arousal. Usually he doesn’t have much interest in a partner who’s only in it for the money and that’s what makes Peter unique. If it was just money he wanted he’s got an entire club chasing him down for it but he’s heard enough people lament Peter only dances to know he’s here because he wants to be. It shows too, and Bucky wonders what a pretty little omega like Peter enjoys about fucking him specifically, because he knows Peter is getting something out of it besides the money.
Not that he gives a fuck about that with Peter’s mouth on his cock, or maybe he should if it means more of this. He hasn’t even touched Peter yet but he knows his omega is ready for him because Peter is perfect and because he can smell Peter’s slick. Smells so good, sweet with the scent of arousal despite Bucky barely even doing anything to him yet. “Oh, doll, keep taking me like that and I’ll end up cumming down your throat instead of in that tight fuckin hole if your- ahh,” he cuts himself off, hips jerking involuntarily into Peter’s mouth as he moans. “Fuck, doll that wasn’t encouragement to-“ he sucks in a breath when Peter’s tongue circles around the tip, just about making him go cross eyed as the pleasure rocks through his body.
When he pulls Peter off he looks pretty pleased with himself, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and giving Bucky a cocky grin. “I thought you wanted my knot,” he says, working to catch his breath while he looks Peter up and down.
Peter leans in, grin growing wider as he reaches out and starts stroking his cock nice and slow, grip exactly the way Bucky likes it. “Actually it was you who wanted me to take your knot, maybe I’m perfectly satisfied making you cum however I can,” he says in this soft, adorably sweet tone as he blinks up at Bucky in a way that makes him want to throw Peter on the bed and fuck him until he’s sobbing for it.
“Too bad you’re not calling the shots, doll,” Bucky tells him. “Now get your pretty ass on the bed, hmm? It’s been a long week and you’re about to make it a whole lot better.” Peter gives him a pouty look but he pulls himself off the floor, somehow making the action look graceful before sauntering off to the bed and spreading himself out on it languidly. He swears under his breath, well aware he’s in way over his head with Peter and he doesn’t give a damn.
Just like always Peter is compliant, almost anticipating what Bucky wants before he even asks and when he finally pushes into Peter’s hole he’s fucking desperate for it. He’s not exactly lacking in experience but something about Peter is special, has been since he first smiled up at Bucky with a false sense of innocence given where they ended up a half hour later. It’s not just how good he feels, or the fact that talking to Peter is the first time he’s felt human in a long time- truthfully he isn’t sure what it is about Peter that has him stupidly head over heels in love with him.
When Peter offers his neck Bucky happily leans in, scenting him with less enthusiasm than he’d like since he can’t leave marks. And he fucking wishes he could cover Peter in bites and bruises, make it impossible for anyone to miss that he’s Bucky’s. It’s what makes knotting him so good- for a moment he can pretend the gorgeous omega he’s in love with is actually his while Peter completes the fantasy by screaming his name. “Feel so good today,” Bucky murmurs into Peter’s ear, “take my cock so well you make me crave fucking the shit out of you all week until I’m inside you again.”
“Bucky,” Peter all but whimpers and he fucking loses it, biting at Peter’s neck as hard as he can without leaving a mark behind and blows his knot in Peter’s tight, perfect ass. Under him Peter arches up into him, letting out a surprised, “oh, Bucky!” as he locks Peter in, nosing gently at the sensitive skin on his neck and enjoying the small shivers he earns out of Peter as a result.