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Title: Training
Author: Prentice
Fandom: MCU
Rating: ADULT+
Warning: Older Woman/Younger Man.
Pairing: Carol Danvers/Peter Parker
Author's Note: Written by request. Thank you for the support! <3
Summary: Carol smelled the boy well before she saw him.
Carol smelled the boy well before she saw him.
The sweet, slightly sticky scent clinging to her senses as she made her way quickly through the Compound. It wasn’t unusual. Peter’s heats had always been on the intense side, his enhanced physiology pushing the Omega in him into overdrive during his heat cycle.
Still, though, this was…
Stride lengthening, Carol did her best to hurry; her outline blurring around the edges as she used a small boost of her power to get to the private elevator Tony had assured her would take her straight to Peter’s floor when she arrived. She’d have to thank him for that later. Not that she thought he’d accept it.
Stark’s protectiveness over the kid was well known by now, and one of the reasons why Carol hadn’t thought twice about leaving on a mission for a few days. Especially since she knew he would be spending most of those days firmly ensconced in one of Tony’s labs while the two of them worked on an upgrade for his suit’s AI. One that Peter had been babbling about for days, his excitement and enthusiasm infectious enough that Carol hadn’t minded hearing about it over and over again despite not really understanding the minutiae of it all.
Now though…
Fingers curling into fists, Carol tried her best to calm herself as the elevator climbed far too slowly for her liking, her muscles tensing as the scent – Peter’s scent – her Omega’s scent – grew stronger and more potent. So much so that she almost felt dizzy with it. A possessive, nearly primal, part of her wanting to bare her teeth at the thought of someone else – anyone else – smelling her mate like this.
Which was silly, of course.
As a mated Omega, Peter’s scent, while strong, would do little for another Alpha save for draw out their more protective instincts and urges, a fact that often irked him despite how frequently it came in handy when he was out on patrol.
Even so, Carol had always been a little possessive of her mate.
Not just because of his age – at seventeen, Peter might’ve been of-age for their mating, but he was still young and inexperienced enough that she couldn’t help but worry about his happiness and his ability to speak about it with her – but also because Peter was genuinely one of the kindest, sweetest, and strongest Omegas she’d ever met.
And she wasn’t saying that just because he was hers. No, Peter, despite being a teenager and having to shoulder more than his fair share of responsibilities, managed to truly be one of the good guys. His kindhearted nature and generous heart shining whenever he was forced to do or face something or someone that anyone else would’ve simply given up on.
And he was hers. All hers. Entirely hers.
Breath hitching in her lungs, Carol shifted on her feet, stomach clenching as a hot flush of want burned through her. God, it felt like forever since her mate’s last heat. Not that it had been, really.
Peter’s heats were like clockwork these days, the mating bite she’d left on the soft tender flesh just above his collarbone helping to regulate his cycles better than any high-powered suppressants ever had. A fact that they’d both become extremely thankful for over the last couple of years; their ability to predict exactly when his heat was coming allowing them both to make the appropriate arrangements and enjoy their time with each other without worrying.
Nevertheless, with Peter’s heat-scent heavy in the air and the elevator growing closer and closer by the second, the six months it had been since his last one felt like an eternity to her now. The heady intoxicating scent of her mate’s need arousing her faster than anything else she’d ever experienced. For god’s sake, her body was already aching for him; her nipples hardening beneath her suit as she took in deep lungful’s of his scent, arousal aching sweetly between her legs.
God but she couldn’t wait to have him inside her again. Couldn’t wait to feel his Omega knot swell inside her, his thick cock jerking and jumping as she ground down on it. Her own orgasm tightening her walls and swallowing his knot until they were both ready to do it all over again.
Cursing harshly, Carol didn’t think twice as she all but bolted out the elevator when it chimed discreetly open, body humming with arousal and adrenaline as she made her way towards Peter’s bedroom. She could already hear him in there; his loud moans and groans drifting down the hallway and making her already aching body throb. God – goddammit – she really needed to calm down – really needed to get a hold of herself – really needed to – to –
“Hey baby boy,” Carol called out hoarsely as she stepped inside the doorway, arousal burning brightly beneath her skin as she took in the sight before her. And it was a sight: Peter, flushed and sweaty, naked save for the thin bedsheet thrown haphazardly across his hips. Its crumpled edge barely covering the twitching bulge he was stroking desperately, eyes wide and blown as pre-come leaked all over his knuckles.
Jesus.
Christ.
She’d had fantasies that hadn’t started out this good. Dreams, even, that couldn’t even touch this. Wouldn’t touch this, probably not for a long, long time.
“Alpha,” Peter whimpered as soon as he saw her, voice ragged and low, like he’d been calling for her for hours and, fuck, he probably had been, but Carol was here now. She was here and she wasn’t going anywhere. Not until her boy was too exhausted to move and she’d had his knot inside her as many times as possible.
“I’m here, Peter,” Carol assured him, even as she toed off her boots and reached for her uniform. She had it off in seconds; the tank top and panties she wore under it sticking to her skin as she dragged in a deep lungful of her mate’s arousal. God, Peter always smelled so good like this. So sweet.
“Alpha,” Peter whimpered again, hand stroking himself faster beneath the bedsheets. “Alpha, please.”
Shuddering, Carol did the only thing she could do: she pounced, the few feet between them disappearing in the blink of an eye as she pressed her Omega down into the bedsheets; mouth capturing his in a hungry kiss as she batted his hand away and fisted his cock herself.
Groaning helplessly, Peter trembled beneath her, hips arching as his cock jerked and jumped in her hand as he immediately began to come. How long it went on for, Carol didn’t know nor did she particularly care. Not with Peter writhing so beautifully beneath her, his skin glistening with sweat and come and, god, she’d never been one of those Alphas who wanted to keep their Omegas under lock-and-key before. Never been one of those territorial assholes who made half-serious jokes about wishing their mates could stay at home in bed all day, ready and waiting for them to get home, but right now…
Right now, she could almost see the appeal of it. Especially with Peter moaning desperately beneath her, his hair tousled, and his face flushed; cock throbbing and hot in her hand. Not to mention his scent, which was heavy like syrup in the air now, his lips swollen and red beneath her kiss.
Fuck, her boy was so perfect.
Inhaling deeply, Carol hummed appreciatively as she gave Peter’s barely softening cock one last firm stroke before carefully releasing it; come covered hand wiping carelessly clean against the bedsheets. Leaning back, Carol smiled softly, nose bumping against his affectionately. “Miss me, baby boy?”
Huffing, Peter groaned, eyelids fluttering as he tried to catch his breath. His hands curled tightly against her hips, long fingers splaying against the soft material of her panties. “Alpha,” he rasped, fingers flexing. “Need you.”
Stomach clenching, Carol shifted, knees pressing into the bed as she kneeled over him. “I know, baby. I’m here now.” Hand lifting, she trailed her fingers through his sweaty fringe before gently cupping his jaw. “Did that take the edge off or do I need to ride you?”
Shuddering, Peter let out of pained whine, head tilting into her touch even as his grip on her hips tightened, his fingers flexing hard enough that, on anyone else, he would’ve probably left bruises. “R-ride. I can’t. It’s too…”
Swallowing, Carol nodded, tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip. God, she should’ve never left on that mission. Not if it meant Peter would be here suffering like this without her.
“Okay,” she agreed easily, reassuringly. “Okay. Just let me…”
Shifting again, Carol quickly discarded her tank top; nipples tightening when Peter’s hands immediately cupped them, thumbs toying over the hard peaks. Fuck, she loved it when he did that. Almost as much as she loved it when he sucked them; his lips and tongue licking and sucking at her breasts until they were sensitive and swollen and so tender to the touch that just his breath could make her shiver.
“Fuck, Peter,” Carol breathed as he did just that, upper body lifting until he could wrap one arm around her, mouth hot against one of her breasts as his other hand continued to fondle her. “You’re going to be the death of me with that mouth of yours.”
Fingers catching clumsily against the fabric of her panties, Carol hastily tried to tug them down. It wasn’t easy. Peter didn’t seem to want to let her go, his tongue laving hungrily at her breasts until she could barely think straight much less try to get her panties off.
“Okay, baby boy,” she groaned once she’d finally gotten them carelessly down around one thigh, hand reaching out blindly between them until she could curl her fingers around his once more leaking cock. Fuck, he was almost as wet as she was now. Almost.
Freehand tangling in his hair, Carol didn’t bother to waste time as she settled herself over him, breath catching in her lungs. Any other time and she might’ve drawn this out – might’ve made him work for it – but now…now she just wanted him inside her. Knees settling more firmly against the mattress, Carol moaned as she quickly sank down on his cock, body shaking with how good it felt.
And it did feel good. Better than good, really. It felt amazing.
It always did with Peter. His cock stretching and filling her until she felt like she was going to shake right out of her skin. His knot, already fat and swollen against her mound, large enough to give her something to grind down on as he filled her up. Filled her full; her body clenching down tightly until they both moaned loudly.
“All right, baby boy,” Carol whimpered breathlessly, fingers tugging at Peter’s hair until he looked dazedly up at her, eyes wide and blown, and lips swollen and wet. Touching his mouth hungrily, she shuddered, body rocking unconsciously on his twitching cock. “Let’s – fuck, let’s get you there, o-okay?”
“Alpha,” Peter breathed reverently, hips flexing against the mattress in a helpless little thrust that made them both gasp. “I – I need – ”
Hands shifting to brace against his shoulders, Carol gave him a quick bruising kiss before curling herself around him, body lifting on his cock until he was just barely inside her.
“I know exactly what you need,” she rasped hotly in his ear before sinking back down on him. Moaning, she did it again…and again. Her hips rising and falling in a fast dirty pace that only grew harder as Peter held her, arms curling around her back as he helped her ride him.
It didn’t last long.
They were both far too keyed up for it to; far too hungry for each other’s touch. Already Carol could feel the way Peter’s knot was growing; the hot sticky bulge grinding harder and harder against her dripping folds as she rode him even harder. Her hips rocking and circling, rolling with Peter’s own thrusts until they were perfectly in rhythm, his knot grinding deeper and deeper until…
“Peter!”
Crying out, Carol’s back arched, body shaking as she felt the first splash of his come inside her, his Omega knot sinking deep and hot into her as her own orgasm ripped through her. Trembling, she moaned, hips rocking frantically on his cock as they both came and came. The snug delicious pressure of Peter’s knot swelling inside her enough to make her whimper and whine, the feel of her mate’s come shooting deep inside her satisfying a deeply primal and instinctive part of her that she knew she couldn’t fight.
Wouldn’t fight, even if she needed to, because this was hers and hers alone. No one else got it. No one else would ever get it. Not without one hell of a fight.
Panting, Carol slumped against Peter’s chest, oddly thankful when he sagged back against the bed, careful to keep them connected as she settled herself comfortably over him. They would probably be here for a while, she knew. Peter’s first knotting always was the longest of the lot, his cock usually hardening sometime in the middle so that she’d have to ride him slowly, wringing out their pleasure in little rocks and shifts until they were both shaking and completely wrecked afterward.
Not that either of them minded.
Humming softly, Carol lifted her head slowly, hands sliding along his chest until she could balance her chin on them. “Feel better now, baby boy?”
“Mmm, Carol,” Peter slurred happily, tiredly, eyelids drooping as he gave a little groan, cock jerking inside her, another hot splash of come spilling inside her. Shuddering, Carol sighed contentedly. “Glad your home.”
Lips twitching, Carol settled back down against Peter’s chest, mouth brushing lightly against his skin. “Me too, Peter. Me too.”
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