Tony was worried, he hadn’t the cute barista that worked at the coffee shop he frequented for a few days, now knew he was overreacting and that the barista was probably just ill or had taken time off of work. But this was the last time Tony would have seen him for a while before moving off to college and he had planned on getting his phone number. The curly haired man was always smiling at him and would sometimes give him a free cookie that had come out the oven too misshapen to be sold so Tony was sure that his crush was likely to be reciprocated and that they could maybe spark something together even if it was just over text.
That thought was quickly going down the drain however as Tony couldn’t wait around any longer he had to start travelling to MIT. He was already a few days later than other students so that was just the perfect icing on this crappy cupcake, the knowledge that he’d be lumped with the least favorable side of a probably shitty dorm room without even the hope of talking with his crush throughout the term.
Walking into his dorm room later Tony saw a sight that almost made up for the rest of his week, his roommates very nice behind bending down beneath one of the beds, a roommate who promptly shot up at Tony’s appreciative whistle. Unfortunately for the poor student the bed was in the way of his head and they collided with a thump that made Tony wince in sympathy. Crawling out from beneath the bed a familiar head of curly hair that quickly revealed itself to be attached to the face of the reason Tony was so late and ended up assigned to this dorm room. Introducing himself as Peter Tony had a name to put to the pretty face and Peter could finally call him something other than his regular coffee order.
Laughing to himself later that night after getting to know each other better, Tony thought no wonder he couldn’t find his barista crush at home he was here at MIT. Everything was turning out better than Tony had thought it would, with being able to take the chance to woo Peter in person as opposed to long distance his time in college might turn out much better than he’d ever hoped.
Notes: This is my exchange fic for @starkerkink and my lovely prompt partner is @peachbabypie. I really hope you like it <3
Rating: E
Pairing: Peter Parker/ Tony Stark
Summary: Peter loves toying with people. Naive, innocent strangers, to be exact. It’s a little game he and Tony established so long ago. Everyone gets something out of it. Everyone except the stranger who doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into.
Warnings: Mob Boss Tony Stark, Cheating Kink, Threats of Violence, Spanking, For further warnings (especially smut) check Ao3
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The club was crowded when they entered it, unusually so for a Thursday night. Peter could feel Tony’s hand on his back, a claim and a warning. Don’t touch. Mine. The shirt Peter wore was short, barely covering his belly button and the leather of Tony’s glove was touching the skin of his back. He had paired it with shorts that weren’t even covering his ass completely and due to the warm weather outside, he didn’t have to wear his favorite tights. Peter looked like a kept boy, like Tony’s accessory, teasing those around him with miles of creamy skin.
“Daddy, can we get something to drink, please?” Peter whined, his hands clutching Tony’s shoulder to pull him closer. “I’m thirsty.”
The man looked at him and let his gaze wander to the bar after. It was crowded like the rest of the club, but Tony Stark couldn’t refuse his baby boy anything. “Sure, sweetheart. Natasha, make sure no one dangerous is close.” A red-haired figure separated from the crowd she had blended in with minutes ago and Peter could see the shine of a gun in the club lights for a quick second. Everything was under control; everything was how it had to be.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter rewarded the man’s dedication with a small rub of his sparsely covered ass against his crotch and the low growl he got in return made him giggle. Tony’s eyes were on him and only him, trusting his bodyguards to keep them safe. Being the focus of such a dangerous man, was a heady feeling and Peter whimpered in his Daddy’s ear.
“Come on baby, let’s order you something to drink and go over to the lounge, all right?” The suggestion was paired with a slap on Peter’s ass and the boy moaned before he gave Tony a huge smile and followed him to the bar. Although he enjoyed the hungry gazes from a lot of men around him, his love and loyalty were with his Daddy.
A tequila sunrise in his hand, Peter walked over to the VIP lounge, not once leaving his Daddy’s side. He took a small sip and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol, a warm buzz in his stomach. He loved their club nights, the building desire and the attention. The night would probably end with his Daddy inside of him and the thought made Peter’s insides squirm.
The lounge was a separated area, cleared from all possible threats, with a good view of the dance floor behind bullet proof glass. Only a few people were allowed to be here, mostly Tony’s men and invited guests. Although almost all of the expensive leather couches were empty, Peter took a seat on Tony’s lap, his legs spread obscenely to tease his Daddy even more.
“I’m glad you had time today,” Peter purred and took another sip of his cocktail. He could see that Tony’s eyes were fixed on his lips, hungry staring at him like the man always did. Peter moved his lips tentatively, just to give his Daddy a little taste of what he had planned tonight, but Tony grabbed his hips to still his movements.
“Not yet, baby,” his voice was firm, leaving no chance to argue. “I have to do some business first. Don’t act like a slut.”
“Business?” Peter had thought they were here for fun. His Daddy had been working the entire week and now he even used their date nights to deal with customers?
“Baby, don’t be like that.” Tony tried to cheer him up by guiding his hands lower until they slipped under the fabric of Peter’s shorts. The boy moaned unashamed when he squeezed a handful of his bubble butt, rutting against his Daddy’s thighs for friction. He felt so empty, so needy for his Daddy’s cock and knowing that Tony had to do business first soured his mood. What was clubbing for if he didn’t get a cock in his ass?