Everyone loves Peter Parker, not only because he is the smartest young adult at a university, but for his looks. Girls dream of being with him and guys resent the boy for taking girls away. They'd give him gifts on Valentines day, birthday, Christmas, you name it. Anything to get his attention but nothing would work since he himself was already distracted by someone else. His professor, Tony Stark. //Mild spice, college life, Student-Professor//
“Peter! Peter, wait!”
Peter turned around from where he was packing his stuff up and getting ready to leave the room as class had just finished, a shrill call of his name catching his attention. As he paused in his movements, he noticed it was a classmate he’s seen from time to time. In her hands was a pink heart-shaped box complete with a massive, gaudy bow.
She beamed at his acknowledgment, coming to stop only a couple inches away from where he was standing. “Hi, Peter. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She said bashfully, fair cheeks rosy with a soft blush.
She was beautiful, he had to admit, but there was someone else more beautiful than her in the very same room they were currently in. Someone Peter’s tortuously stroked his dick to late at night imagining it was a rough, calloused hand. And all Peter had to do was look over her shoulder to see him.
“Thank you.” He responded, grabbing the box of chocolates with an awkward smile plastered on his face.
This was the 4th present he’s gotten today, and it was barely just after 2. They came from everyone but the person he so desperately wished would even just look at him.
The girl before him smiled, still a little shy. “So…do you have any plans for today?”
Peter bit his lip and looked past her shoulder as longing pulled on his chest, heart stuttering in his chest as he saw Mr. Stark looking directly at him. Immediately he turned his gaze back to the person in front of him, sweat forming on the back of his neck and smile shaky.
“N-not really. I was just, uh, p-planning on working on the project. Inventing a new, environment-friendly adhesive is pretty work intensive, you know?” He then flashed his eyes at Tony, heart beating a mile a minute as their gazes made eye contact. “You can thank M-Mr. Stark for that, right Mr. Stark?”
Tony only stared, eyes intense but unreadable. It set every nerve in Peter’s body on fire with want and lust. And oh Mr. Stark, please fuck me.
After a while the man finally spoke, eyes never leaving Peter.
“Sorry, Petey. Thought you can handle the assignment. Guess I was wrong.” At this he got up and straightened his clothes, walking over to approach Peter and his classmate. “Need some help? I’d be happy to be of some assistance.”
Peter swallowed thickly, mouth going dry and heart leaping into his throat. This could be his chance to seduce Mr. Stark. Certainly there was something there? But then he remembered the girl next to him, and his desire dampened. Turning to her, he noticed her face looking a little crestfallen.
“Guess that means you’re not going to be able to do anything today, huh?”
He bit his lip and shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Sorry.”
She nodded her head dejectedly before scurrying to leave the classroom, her ears pink with embarrassment at having been somewhat publicly rejected.
Now it was just him and Mr. Stark.
The latter of which went to go sit on his desk, legs splayed out in a tantalizing display. Peter’s mouth filled with saliva and he quickly went to take a seat in the front desks to hide his growing erection.
“So, Parker. What specifically is troubling you? Coming up with a formula? Or the substances you’re planning on using?”
Wh-what? His heart seized in worry. What if he was reading everything wrong? What if Mr. Stark actually did not want him?
“Actually, I’m not having trouble with anything. I just didn’t know how to, uh, respond to her…proposition. She’s not really my type. I hope you don’t mind me using your project as an excuse.”
Tony hummed, making himself more comfortable on the desk, and Peter was tempted to nestle himself in between that space between his thighs.
“Not at all.” He cocked his head at Peter, smirk making its way on his face even as Peter started to question his plan. “Anyways, what is your type? Redheads? Blondes?”
“Uh, brunets.” Not brunettes.
“Oh? That really the only defining feature? She could’ve just dyed her hair brown. And then, well, you can fill in the rest.” There was a sort of odd twinkle to Tony’s eyes, a curious lit to his voice.
“Well, not exactly. There’s others of course, but that’s irrelevant.”
“Irrelevant? Well, I guess.”
“Why the interest, Professor?” And if he couldn’t stop the coy tone of his voice, no one else had to know. Could Mr. Stark tell?
Tony pursed his lips, eyes thoughtful. “Call it curiosity.”
“Alright. I’ll bite.” At his Tony snorted, but Peter paid him no mind. “I like older people. With a sense of confidence and cocky attitude. Mature.”
“Older, confident, cocky, mature brunettes?”
“This sounds interesting. Never pegged you for liking cougars. What else? A great body with nice curves?”
Peter squirmed in his seat, arousal temporarily forgotten as nerves clutched his heart. How do you tell your professor you like guys? It was still a touchy subject, even in this time.
“No. I like them…built.”
“Uh, not exactly?”
“Is that a question?”
“N-no. I just mean…well, they’re not exactly women.”
Peter felt cold with dread. “M-Mr. Stark?”
And as if snapped from some trance, Tony flinched and looked at Peter, gaze warm with some heated emotion.
“Sorry, got distracted. That’s ok, kid. No shame in that. So, built men?”
Peter breathed a breath of relief. “Yeah. Thin waist and built torso. Maybe-” Peter froze, breath hitching, hope blossoming in his chest. “Distracted? By what?”
At this Tony got up, leisurely striding towards Peter, and Peter got a distinct feeling of being prey. And when Tony stopped right in front of him, he had a nice view of his waist, and-
Holy shit he’s big even when he’s soft!
“Who’s distracted now?”
When did Tony bend down to meet Peter’s gazes, their faces only inches apart?
“Wh-what?” Peter’s face was on fire. He couldn’t believe he got caught staring at his fucking teacher’s dick!
“You know, Pete,” he started conversationally, reaching over to bring Peter’s face impossibly closer, lips barely grazing each other, “I’ve noticed the way you look at me. Like I’m some delicious treat you can’t wait to eat. To devour.”
“Pr-Professor! This is inapp-prioprate.”
“You can drop the innocent act, Peter. I know you want me. Looking at my cock with drool pooling in your mouth, unconsciously describing me to myself.” Tony brought Peter’s head to connect with his, crushing their mouths harshly together as if trying to brand him with only his lips. “As if the looks you give me weren’t enough of an indicator.” He breathed after they broke apart for breath.
Within moments he grabbed Peter’s hand and placed it on his half-hard cock, expression wicked, complete with a devilish smirk. “Look at what you do to me. Imagine when I have you squirming underneath me, begging for me to pound you into next week. I bet I can fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You want that?”
At this point Peter was blushing furiously, floundering at this unexpected situation, eyes wide at Tony’s words even as his dick started aching from how hard he was. He’s never wanted anything more in his entire life.
“But not today.” Tony removed himself from Peter, ignoring the needy whine that slipped past Peter’s lips as he made his way back to his own desk at being denied pleasure. “I have grading to do, and you, a project to finish.”
Eyes full of burning heat and body twitching with white-hot need, Peter noted Tony readjusted himself in his slightly wrinkled slacks, and that tempered the desperation he felt at Tony removing himself from Peter’s vicinity. Dark pleasure coursed through him at knowing Tony was hard because of him.
“Tomorrow then?” Peter asked hopeful, voice still a little breathy.
Peter blinked, heart clenching painfully in fear, leaning forward in his chair as he sought an explanation. “Wh-wh…?”
“Come back at 8. I’ll have dinner ready. Don’t be late.”
Peter nearly creamed himself, Tony’s dark, dark eyes promising beautiful promises. And just as he prepared himself to leave, Tony called his name again, demanding his attention.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”