(alright this is me testing the waters to see if I have enough support to come back ajsjsjs)
There was no one in this world who was allowed to call Tony, Anthony. Except one little human; Peter.
He didn’t choose to call him that every day, because why would he destroy their little secret? Instead, he used it in only one little place: the bed.
So, when Tony was pounding into Peter slowly, lights off, a candle on the window bay to stop them from falling asleep in between pleasures, Peter’s hands restrained by the tie Tony had worn all day and his legs spread and bruised like the slut he was… the words rolled off so effortlessly they ingraved themselves into Tony’s brain, causing him to hallucinate.
Because no one could stop Iron Man from releasing himself into the tiny rosy hole he so wholeheartedly loved once he heard his boy whisper “fill me, Anthony”.
I love this. I can picture this happening as well.
Warnings:dirty talk, cest, age diff (college!Tony/ high school!peter; peter’s 18 if anyone asks), smut, girlfriend bashing
Tony has a serious college girlfriend, much to his little brother’s Peter’s constant annoyance. He’s lucky enough that his older brother decided to go to a state school to save money and stay at home instead of dorming. Most nights Peter gets to enjoy sleeping in the same bed as Tony, if only to feel the heavy warmth of his strong body. But lately, he’s been forced to sleep in his own room.
Professor Tony, student Peter, cheating (Tony on his wife)
Peter getting off on sucking on Tony’s finger that has a wedding ring on it. That’s it. That’s what I want.
If I may, I had some time on my hand and this inspired me. Forgive me if it’s bad.
TW: smut, cheating, teacher/student relationship
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Peter knew from the beginning of their relationship that Tony was married. His professor had stated it multiple times, kept saying over and over again how he’s married to a good woman who loves him and who he would never want to hurt. He was mainly saying it to himself, anyway, trying to remind himself of his marriage, because Peter? Peter couldn’t care less.
He was persistent, kept flirting with Tony, getting more and more bold with every lecture spent together. He could feel the man’s defence weakening, too, he was giving in. And one day, after a lecture when Peter stayed behind like he always did to flirt a bit more with Tony, the older man finally kissed him.
They both knew they were nothing more than fuck buddies, Peter was just an affair to the man, but that turned him on more than anything else. Tony was fucking him because Peter was better than his wife. Tony kept coming back because he missed Peter, he missed Peter’s body, Peter’s kisses, Peter’s gag reflex - or rather the lack thereof.
Tony noticed early on how much it turned on the younger man when he was talking about how much he loves the sex with him and how he had never enjoyed it this much with his wife. Therefore, that fact was the most mentioned thing in his dirty talk.
“You’re so good, baby,” the older man praised. “You’re the best lay I’ve ever had.”
Peter smiled, his hips rocking down against the other man’s and rolling in circles, making both of them moan as Tony’s cock rubbed against the most sensitive parts inside of Peter. Tony threw his head back, allowing Peter access to his neck. The younger man kissed and licked the thin skin, teeth grazing against it, threatening to leave a mark but he never actually did.
He liked riding Tony in his office, it reminded him that the man wasn’t just married, but also his professor. What could he say, he liked having what he wasn’t supposed to.
“Say it,” Peter wanted to demand, but sounded more like a beg. “Say I’m better than her.”
Tony laughed, sounding out of breath even though he wasn’t even the one doing the work, “Better, you’re so much better than my wife, you filthy kid. Is that what you wanted to hear? You wanna hear how much you turn me on?” The man’s hands gripped Peter’s sides, rough, calloused fingers digging into the flesh.
“Please,” Peter asked again, his hands gripping the fabric of Tony’s button up.
“God damn it, Peter, I can no longer have sex with my own wife without thinking about you. You’re always on my mind, that mouth of yours, your gorgeous little body, this tight ass,” he emphasized his words with a slap to the younger man’s bottom, “it’s all that goes through my mind. Whenever I’m teaching or just spending time with my wife, you’re all I can think of. You put me under a spell, Peter, and I can’t shake it off. I got a sip from the devil’s cup and now I’m addicted to the taste.”
Acting on impulse, Peter grabbed Tony’s left hand and brought it up to his mouth, starting to suck on his middle and ring finger. The ring finger that had his wedding ring on it. The ring that’s proof of eternal love and loyalty between him and his wife. And Peter had his sweet, plump lips wrapped around it, sucking like his life depended on it while still riding Tony’s cock.
His teeth closed around the metal band and pulled it off of Tony’s finger. It was in his mouth, rolling around on that tongue Tony couldn’t get out of his mind, grazing his teeth every so often. And suddenly, Peter bit down on it. Not too hard, but just enough so that his teeth left a dent on the pliable material of the gold. He then took it out of his mouh and put it back on Tony finger like it was the most natural thing to do. It was dirty, disgusting, and so, so fucking sexy.
Peter smiled, oh so sweetly. “A dent in your wedding ring, like the dent I made in your marriage. That’s another thing that will remind you of me.”
Listen here, slowburn idea coming up! (Might’ve been done before) Hitman Peter Parker was hired to kill the king, Tony Stark. He tries and even gets very close to it, but for some reason he just can’t do it. Tony doesn’t seem to be scared of dying, he even jokes around with Peter maybe. Peter can’t do it and has to come back another time to try again. But each time, he spends more time talking to Tony than actually trying to kill Tony. They eventually fall in love and end up being lovers.
Idk this is probably lame but this just popped into my head and I had to post it before I forgot
I’m a serious sucker for the whole, no one believes Peter has a Stark Industries Internship thing, and when Tony hears Peter is getting shit about it at school, he shows up randomly during lunch hours, walks in, and gives Peter something, like a note book because “Hey Pete, you forgot this, this morning when leaving the tower, thought it might be important, see you after school.”
And Peter genuinely has never seen this note book before in his life, but Tony needed the excuse to come make everyone feel like little shits for picking on him.
Bonus: he opens the notebook and it says “They should believe you now. Have a good day!”
This is canon.
“Hey, Mr. Stark, was the blow job he gave you to get the internship at least good?”
Tony stops and turns around.
“Anyone want to put a face to that question?”
No one steps forward.
“That’s what I thought. Here’s a question of my own: What’s the formula for Vacuum Permeability?”
No one answers. All of the faces, save one, are confused.
“Mr. Parker?”
“Mu nought equals 4 pi times 10 to the negative 7 weber divided by ampere times meter.”
“Correct. And the ground-state energy of positronium is most nearly equal to? Anyone?”
Again, blank faces. “Mr. Parker?”
“Negative 6.8 electron volts.”
“Correct. And unlike triglycerides, phospholipid molecules… Any idea?”
More confused faces, some uncomfortable shifting around. Tony sighs. “Mr. Parker?”
“Phospholipid molecules have two lipid tails, Sir.”
Tony smiles tightly. “That’s why Mr. Parker is interning for Stark Industries. Maybe next time instead of inventing wild theories about how he got the internship, you should ask yourselves why you all didn’t.” He turns to look at Peter. “Dr. Banner’s in town, you’ll be in Lab Delta this week. See you after school, Mr. Parker.”
Peter nods, face still flushed. “Yes, Sir.”
Tony leaves and no one says anything. Everyone just starts to shuffle back to their cliques and classrooms. Peter stands with Ned and MJ.
(alright this is me testing the waters to see if I have enough support to come back ajsjsjs)
There was no one in this world who was allowed to call Tony, Anthony. Except one little human; Peter.
He didn’t choose to call him that every day, because why would he destroy their little secret? Instead, he used it in only one little place: the bed.
So, when Tony was pounding into Peter slowly, lights off, a candle on the window bay to stop them from falling asleep in between pleasures, Peter’s hands restrained by the tie Tony had worn all day and his legs spread and bruised like the slut he was… the words rolled off so effortlessly they ingraved themselves into Tony’s brain, causing him to hallucinate.
Because no one could stop Iron Man from releasing himself into the tiny rosy hole he so wholeheartedly loved once he heard his boy whisper “fill me, Anthony”.
Tony’s nostrils flare as he looks down at his boyfriend. Peter looks back up with the most alluring, doe eyes. The boy whines, rutting his hips up against Tony’s hand underneath the blankets. Ever since he started his second puberty on T, he’s been even hornier than before.
“Please, please Tony, can we?”
“Are you sure, Pete?” He already knows the answer, Peter doesn’t ask for things he doesn’t want, but Tony wants to be absolutely certain that Peter is willing to give it a shot. It doesn’t matter that they’ve talked about this before, it’s been a few weeks since they had, and Peter’s body is a sensitive topic to start with. He’s grown into the young man he’s always been on the inside. Especially after his top surgery, Tony could see how alive Peter was. He still doesn’t remember how they got to the topic that night, but suddenly they’d been talking about Peter’s bottom growth, and while Peter had wondered about maybe getting bottom surgery in the past, he told Tony that he was now super content with his small, tiny cock…
…And how he fantasized about being humiliated about it.
“Yes, I’m sure daddy,” Peter pleads, and for good measure he quickly hooks his fingers into his boxers and wriggles out of them, leaving himself entirely exposed to the whims of his daddy. “I’ll safeword out if it’s too much, please, please don’t worry about it,” Tony growls pathetically and gently brings his fingers down again, dragging them across Peter’s slick hole to slick up his digits and using it as lube for Peter’s little cock.
“Look at that,” Tony starts slowly as he gently spreads the wetness across the hard bud. “Poor baby boy, you’re still so small, aren’t you? Nowhere near the size of daddy’s cock.” Peter gasps and nods silently, encouraging Tony to go on. Tony licks his lips and does what his boyfriend wants.
“My little boy, at the brim of puberty, and here you are letting your daddy touch you. You’re such a filthy little thing, you’re too young to be thinking thoughts like these.”
“I’m sorry, ‘m so sorry daddy, I just- I just can’t help it, I- Oh that feels so good. ”
“Yeah? Do you like it when I jerk you off like that? I bet you’re gonna come so fast. Do you wanna touch daddy’s cock too, baby? Feel how big I am compared to you?” Peter nods, his eyes glazy and needy, and his hand darts out to slip into Tony’s sweats and good fucking lord, the way Peter’s face contorts has Tony shiver. His cock tingles where Peter’s soft grip hits his skin and he bucks up, groaning.
“That’s perfect, keep going, you’re gonna make me feel so good kiddo, hgnh!”
Peter mewls softly and drops his head onto Tony’s sweaty chest, both of their bodies falling into the rhythm of soaring pleasure. Tony loves being Peter’s daddy, loves pretending to be his actual father-figure too, and seeing Peter’s reaction to it, he enjoys it just as much.
“I’msoclose, ” Peter chokes out, his chest falling heavy with each and every breath. His free hand clutches at the sheets while his other starts jerking Tony off faster. “ Tony- Daddy- I- ”
“Yes Peter, that’s it. I want to see you come all over yourself like a filthy boy.”
Peter cries out and when his back arches off the bed, Tony feels the way the little cock twitches between his slick fingers and he gasps, his eyes falling shut when Peter’s hand never fails to keep pleasuring him too. He focuses on the way his boyfriend shudders against him, his body being ripped apart by his orgasm, and then how his entire body sinks into him, only shaky gasps falling from his lips.
“Show me how it’s done, Daddy,” Peter croaks. “Show me how a real, grown man comes.” Tony hates the flaring blush staining his cheeks but he can’t think about it for too long, because the words reverberate in his mind and Peter’s hand is deliciously good and before he realizes what’s happening, his abdomen catches on fire, and his cock erupts in a series of white spurts that land on his abs. He growls, throwing his head back as Peter pumps him through it until the very last drop is squeezed out.
They’re both quiet for a bit after that, quickly wiping their hands on the sheets and tangling their limbs together to come down from their high. Tony trails his fingers down the curve of Peter’s spine, smiling, and nuzzling his face against the crook of his neck. Peter sighs happily and giggles.
“That was fucking everything ,” he says, still very amazed. “Did you think so too?”
“Yeah,” Tony admits truthfully and tries to ignore the shame he feels in the back of his mind. Before Peter, he’s never been with someone he could indulge himself with. Despite having been together for over four years, he still feels these things whenever they try something new. But he likes it. He likes exploring, and he loves allowing Peter to do the same thing too. “You’re so hot like that. Was it what you expected from it?”
Peter nods, and to Tony’s surprise, there’s a blush on his cheeks too.
“Yeah. Knew I’d like it but didn’t expect to like it this much. I- I think I’d like to take it even further, ehhhh,” he stammers and presses his lips together until his cheeks blow up slightly. Then he huffs. “Next time, maybe you could tell me you’re gonna make a real man out of me?”
Tony frowns slightly.
“You sure? Doesn’t that- Isn’t that-”
“Transphobic? No. Not in this context, God- It’d make me feel like I’m inexperienced, rather than… unmanly. Does that make sense? I want you to be my daddywho teaches me things. ” Peter’s voice picks up in clarity when he keeps talking, and Tony relaxes his shoulders, hoisting Peter’s body even closer to cuddle him more tightly.
“Well, in that case, son, I’ll teach you. This was only the beginning.”
The mischievous twinkle in Peter’s eyes says it all.
