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pictures don't lie - a starker one shot
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Title: Pictures Don't Lie Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Modern Day AU - Angst and Feels - Angst with a Happy Ending - Mild NSFW) Word Count: 2,300 Summary: Tony gets caught doing something harmless, and suffers the repercussions of it.
A/N: Here's my next offering for @starkerfestivals summer bingo event! Please enjoy!
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Red wine dripped off of Tony’s face, his shirt saturated with the beverage that had just been thrown on him. He watched Peter’s retreating form, his lover in clear distress, waving his hands around as he grabbed his keys off the table in the foyer of their shared apartment. He heard Peter yell a loud “Fuck you, Tony!” before storming out of their penthouse, slamming the door shut behind him. 
He reached for a napkin, taking a moment to wipe off the Merlot that had made his face sticky. It was fine. He knew that Peter was going to have a strong reaction to what he’d just told him, but it was better if he heard from him first, right? Tony sighed. Maybe not. Maybe it would have been better another way. 
“Friday - keep an eye on Peter tonight, okay?” He spoke to his AI, who he knew could hear him as he’d programmed the penthouse to always have her on hand. 
“Of course, boss. Did something happen?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker. 
“No.” He lied. Of course something had happened. Another fuck up of his in a long life of fuck ups. And here he’d thought that things had been going pretty well for both him and Peter.
Clearly, that was a mistake. 
The sun was setting on the isle of Manhattan, painting it in the beautiful colors of pink and orange, the skyline lighting up with nature’s beautiful symphony on full display. He left the dining room table and walked towards the balcony, pulling off his wine soaked shirt as he got closer to an escape. He dropped the shirt on the floor and went outside, needing to put space between him and the mess that had happened only twenty minutes ago. 
Things had gone well. Peter had come home after working a bit later in the office. That’s where he’d met him. Tony had hired the best to come out of MIT, and Peter had been the star graduate last year. He put him on a special project that had the two of them working side by side, and through daily interactions it became quite clear to Tony that he’d found his equal. His partner. The person he could trust his life with. 
Thankfully, Peter Parker had felt the same way, and two months after they began to work close together, he moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment. 
A soft sigh left Tony’s mouth as he gripped the railing of the balcony. His heart hurt. His head ached. His shoulders were too tight, and his stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate everything he’d eaten at dinner. Had it been in bad taste to save the important bits of conversation until the end of the meal? In hindsight, he knew that the answer was yes. 
The picture that had caused such a stir in his lover was still on the table, looking like a mocking portrait that could only cause harm to him and his own. Tony hated that there had been a miscommunication between the both of them. Peter had told him that all he wanted from him was honesty. And here Tony was, being as honest as he could be, and was getting screwed because of it. 
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting go of the cool railing, he pulled it out and felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I won’t be coming home tonight. Don’t ask me when I’m coming back. I don’t know. I won’t be at work tomorrow. Leave me be for a bit, Tony. Please.” 
Of course he was going to give Peter the space that he deserved. That was needed right now. But, Tony was stubborn. He didn’t want Peter to run away. Not when they could talk about this, and discuss what had happened. “Take care.” It was all he could muster up the courage to say to him, when everything inside of him was breaking apart. 
Walking back inside, he took a look at the photograph and the anger returned. He had done nothing wrong. He’d gone to see his ex, and while the photograph looked more incriminating than it truly was, a picture was worth a thousand words. And it was clear what those words were. 
Cheater. 
Liar. 
Destroyer of happiness. 
Tony had gone to see his ex after a text had been sent to him, requesting for a friendly meeting. Tony didn’t think it was going to turn into this big production, but once he saw this photograph he knew that it was going to ruin everything. One simple act of kindness - two old friends sharing what was only a friendly laugh but could be seen as something more - had taken away the one person he’d cared about the most and pushed him away. 
"I need to show you something.” Tony had said, as they were finishing up their pasta. “And you’re not going to like it.” 
“Why do you think that?” His young lover - younger by about twenty years - looked up at him, the smile he loved to see so much present on his face. “I can’t be mad at you, Tony. You know I love you.” 
“I know, sweetheart. But trust me, this is going to hurt. And please, believe me when I say that I had no intention of hurting you like this.” 
The smile started to slip off of Peter’s face. “Tony, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on?” 
He picked up the manila envelope that had been sitting on the table this entire time, and took the photograph out of it. He put it on the table, and saw Peter’s face begin to grow pale. “It isn’t how it looks.” 
“Bullshit.” Peter pointed at the picture. “That’s Pepper Potts, isn’t it?” 
“It is.” Tony had been open with Peter about his previous partners. Pepper had been someone he’d intended on making a life with, but things never worked out that way. Tony was actually glad that had happened, as it wouldn’t have brought Peter into his life. “But it’s like I said, it isn’t how it looks.” 
“She’s got her arms around you.” Peter kept staring at the image. “You’re laughing.” 
“I know.” 
“You never laugh like that.” 
He felt his stomach twist. “You know that isn’t true, Peter. I laugh with you like that often.” 
“Did you sleep with her?” 
“No.” 
“You’re lying.” 
“No, I’m not.” 
The chair Peter was sitting on scraped against the floor as he hastily stood up. Tony was about to say something when Peter picked up his glass of wine, and threw it on him. “Fuck you, Tony.” He heard the tears in Peter’s voice, whether they were from anger or sadness, Tony didn’t know. He watched him leave, and heard him grab his keys off the table. Another loud ‘fuck you’, and his lover was gone.
All because of one stupid moment captured on film, making it look like two old flames rekindling something that was no longer there. Tony knew that Peter had every right to have reacted the way he had. If he'd come across a picture of Peter with MJ like this, well….Tony knew how he would respond, and how Peter reacted was with more dignity than he was physically capable of. 
He went to his shared bedroom with Peter and went into their bathroom. He got into the shower, peeling off the rest of his clothes before doing so, needing to wash both the wine and his sadness off of his body. If this was the end between him and Peter, then fine. He’d make sure that Peter found a place to work at that could utilize both his talent and his charm to be a direct competitor to Stark Industries. He never meant to hurt him by spending time with his ex. It was a misunderstanding. 
But aren’t all break ups caused by a misunderstanding? At least, to one person they might be. To the other, it might be as plain as day why the relationship was coming to an end. Tonight, it seemed that Tony was aware of both sides, and had to accept it. 
Sleep was impossible. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling like utter death as the person that should be next to him was no longer there. He was tempted to ask Friday where he was, but decided that that might not be the wisest idea. For all he knew, Peter was getting revenge on him by sleeping with someone from his past. Wanting to even the score, even though there was no score to settle. 
The front door of the penthouse opened at close to three in the morning. Tony held his breath as he saw a shadow walk into the room. The air smelled like booze. Peter had gone drinking. He could smell the whisky on his breath from twenty feet away. He heard him sniffle, and then saw his shadow begin to take off his clothes. Tony kept his breath quiet, as he didn’t want Peter to know he was awake. But, it seemed his younger lover knew because as soon as he hit the bed, he crawled into Tony’s space and put his arms around him. 
Tony didn’t hesitate. He pulled Peter into a hug, letting him cry against his shoulder. “I didn’t cheat on you.” Tony whispered into his ear, as he heard Peter cry harder. “You’re the only person I want, Peter. No one else. Pepper is a distant memory. She’s a friend. Nothing more.” 
“Do you promise?” Peter’s voice cracked, as he pulled his head away from Tony’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. “I can’t do this again, Tony. I don’t like how this feels. I feel awful. I feel sick.” 
“That’s because you drank too much.” Tony tried to lighten the mood, his lip curled up in a half-smirk. “Did you get a fifth on sale?” 
“I went and hung out with Ned.” Peter returned his head to his shoulder, and exhaled a long sigh. “I need you to promise me what you’re saying is the truth.” 
He brought his hand up to Peter’s face, and wiped away a few tears from his cheek. “I promise, Peter. There is no one else. Only you.” 
“How do I know that?” 
“You have to trust me.” Tony knew that was a tall ask. “I trust you.” 
“I want to trust you, but I’m scared.” 
“Of what?” 
“You hurting me. Again.” A broken whisper came out of Peter’s mouth.
Lowering himself down to be face to face with Peter, he looked into his eyes and could see the tears still there. “I will probably hurt you, but not because it’s my intention. I’m human, Peter. I expect you to hurt me too, but what makes us stronger is when we talk about it. When we don’t run away from each other.” 
“I’m sorry.” Peter bit his lip. 
“Don’t be. You had every right to leave.” He brought his forehead to Peter’s, and took a deep breath. “You came home.” 
“I wanted to be with you. I needed to know that I was wrong.” 
“Be patient with me, Peter. You’re going to see things you may not want to see, but always know that you are the only person who has this.” He brought Peter’s hand to his chest. “No one else gets this. Only you. You’re the only person I’m in love with.” 
“Tony…” 
Peter kissed him first, Tony willingly letting him take control of the kiss with a deep groan. His arms slid around Peter’s naked body, pulling him to lay on top of him as their kiss continued to deepen. Peter’s tongue filled his mouth, making parts of his body sing for joy, while it healed the ache in both his head and his heart. He felt Peter roll his hips, pushing himself against his body, Tony welcoming the touch with another deep groan. 
“I love you.” He whispered into Peter’s ear, as his cock slid deep into his body, Peter’s soft moans now filling his ears. “I love you so much, Peter.” 
“I l-love you, Tony!” Peter cried out, his moans becoming louder. “Oh, God…” 
“Yes, sweetheart…” Tony knew that his lover was close. He reached between their bodies and began to pump his cock with his fist, his hips moving in an erratic pattern. 
“Tony!!” 
It was all he needed to hear. All he ever wanted to hear. Peter fell from his high as Tony brought him to an orgasm, the warmth of his hot seed flowing between his fingers as he pumped his cock through the bliss. Tony’s hips stuttered as a deep moan left his own mouth, thrusting deep inside for one final time as his own cock exploded, pouring his essence into Peter’s warm channel. 
After a quick clean up, Peter secured himself back in Tony’s arms. “I vote tomorrow be a do nothing day.” Peter yawned, as Tony’s fingers began to play with the curls on the back of Peter’s neck. 
“I think that’s an excellent plan.” Tony brushed his lips against Peter’s temple. “I’m sorry, Peter. Truly.” 
“I know, Tony. I’m sorry too.” Peter lifted his head, and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.” 
“I love you too.” 
He waited for Peter to fall asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened, but he was for sure going to try to make sure it didn’t happen again. But he was only human, and sometimes made bad choices. Luckily, though, his lover had been the right choice. Peter Parker was his better half; always had been and always would be. That made Tony Stark the luckiest man on the planet. 
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trashystarker · 8 months
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starker one shot - benefits
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Title: Benefits Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark) Rating: Explicit (Aged Up Peter - College AU - FWB - Explicit Sexual Content - Kissing - Anal Sex) Word Count: ~5,270 Prompt: Friends with Benefits (FWB)
Summary: Peter becomes very close friends with one of the grad students at school. 
A/N: Here’s my next contribution to the @starkerfestivals​ Summer Bingo event! Please enjoy! 
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“Parker - catch.” 
Holding his left hand up, Peter caught the flying object that was soaring his way, courtesy of the graduate student that was currently assisting this lab hour. He set the object down on the desk without bothering to look at it, his eyes glued to the notebook in front of him, as he was deep in his notes, trying to figure out why his experiment was consistently failing. Surely it was the experiment and not him. But, it was looking like it was his mistakes that kept happening. 
“Nice catch.” He startled, turning to look to his left, where the same person that had thrown the item at him was now standing. Peter Parker, a recent sophomore here at good old MIT, was taking classes far above what was expected of him at this stage in the game, and he was feeling it. This lab was intense. “You having issues with your experiments?” 
Words that were spoken with kindness, not teasing. He was always used to this assistant teasing the shit out of him. “Thanks, Tony.” He looked at the grad student - one Tony Stark, who was on his way to do brilliant things with his future. His father was already in the industry, changing the world at large, and as far as he knew, Tony was going to be doing the same. They ran in different circles on campus, but because their science department was so small, it was hard not to know just who Tony Stark was. “I think I’ve figured it out.” 
“Show me.” Tony got the ingredients to replicate the experiment. “Let’s do it together.” 
“I can do it on my own.” Peter tried not to sound annoyed, as he knew Tony was helping him. It didn’t help that Tony was wearing that nice cologne that Peter had tried to find out the name of, because it always smelled so good on him. Not now. He shook those thoughts out of his head, and stared at the items that Tony had set in front of him. “I’m sure there’s someone else you can bug right now besides me.” 
“Yeah, but I like bugging you, Parker.” Tony was teasing him again. Always teasing. “Look, if I’m giving you performance anxiety, I can leave.” 
His cheeks burst into flames, his face feeling flushed and hot all at once as Tony chose the wrong thing to say to him. “You’re not!” He managed to squeak out, feeling ridiculous for even acknowledging what Tony had just said. “I can do it just fine, thank you very much.” 
“Go on, then.” Tony leaned back on the stool he sat down on. “Show me.” 
Out of pure spite, Peter grabbed the materials and began to measure everything exact to how the experiment was supposed to go. He double checked his math, and put the final part of the experiment into action. Instead of it fizzing out, it did what it was supposed to, making Peter’s shoulders drop in relief that he’d finally gotten it to do what it was supposed to do. 
“Good job, kid.” Tony put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a firm squeeze. “I knew you could do it.” 
“Thanks, Tony.” He grinned, feeling a bit better about everything. But then, he realized that Tony was touching him, and panic began to reignite inside of his own head. Shit! He laughed it off as Tony pulled his hand away. “Guess I did need someone to watch what I was doing besides myself.” 
“Usually winds up being the case.” Tony stepped around his lab table. “Listen - you busy tomorrow night?” 
“I don’t think so.” Peter knew for a fact that he was not busy. All he did was study, and he could use a night off. “Why?” 
“You should meet me at Naples for some pizza and beer.” 
The suggestion made his stomach roll. Was Tony asking him to hang out? Him?? “Uh, okay!” Peter said, feeling a bit lost. “What time?” 
“Let’s say six thirty. Good?” 
“Good.” Peter nodded. 
“Excellent. See you then, Parker.” Tony walked over to the next table, beginning to tease them in the same manner as Peter had just been teased. 
Peter wrote out his notes for his successful experiment, all the while his brain was screaming at him that he was going to be meeting the Tony Stark for dinner tomorrow night. It was probably going to be a group gathering, and would be nothing special. Peter reminded himself that Tony was very well known on campus, and pretty popular, considering he was a big science geek. 
But what if it wasn’t? What if he was going to be the only one there with Tony? 
He groaned, then shook his head. No, no. He’d be with a bunch of people. That was how it was going to be. And really, he was excited that someone was asking him to hang out. He was tired of sitting in his dormitory, doing little to nothing except for watching movies and sometimes playing on his roommate’s PS5. Getting out would be good for him. 
Or, it might kill him. Fifty fifty, either way. 
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Peter walked into Naples the next night, and was shocked to find it extremely packed. And then he realized it was Friday - of course it was going to be packed. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Cambridge, and this was one of the popular places to hang out on the weekends. He looked around and saw Tony was sitting at a hightop, looking like he was alone. Oh shit. 
Dodging both waiters and patrons, Peter snaked his way over to where Tony was sitting, and then tapped him on the shoulder from behind. “Hey, Tony!” He greeted, the smile on his lips hurting his face. “I’m not late, am I?” 
“You’re right on time, Mr. Parker.” Tony pointed to the seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us a pitcher of beer, a pizza, and some wings. You good with that?” 
“Sure.” Peter had no objections. “Wait, what kind of pizza?” He glanced at Tony, who had a smirk on his face that was doing a number on his heart. This was such a bad idea. 
Tony grabbed a pint glass, and poured Peter some beer. “If I say Hawaiian, are you going to leave me right now?” 
“Nah. Pineapple on pizza is okay with me.” Peter took the glass, his fingers brushing against Tony’s. “Is it just us tonight?” 
Peter took a sip of beer as Tony nodded his head. “Is that a problem?” 
“Not at all. Surprising.” Peter admitted, talking a bit louder as the music in the joint was really loud. “Figured you’d have a hot date or something.” 
Two hazel eyes stared at him. “Peter, you should know better than anyone that we can’t afford to have any sort of romantic connections in our lives. Not when there is important work to be done in the name of science.” 
“R-Right.” He laughed, wondering if Tony was being serious or if this was another one of his jokes. “I don’t have a girlfriend either.” 
“What about boyfriend?” Tony tapped his glass against his as an afterthought of cheers. 
Peter struggled to swallow his sip of beer, not at all prepared to be asked that question. “No boyfriend either.” He shook his head, his cheeks returning to that inflamed state, his hands suddenly feeling very clammy. “You?” 
“No boyfriends for me either. No time.” Tony shrugged. “Ah, our pizza and wings have arrived!” 
Their server brought a very large pizza that was covered in every single meat available on the menu. The wings looked saucy and good, served with blue cheese and a few carrots. “This looks great. Did you already pay?” Peter asked. 
“I did. But it’s cool. You can get the next one.” Tony winked, making Peter’s stomach perform a few flip flops. 
“N-Next one.” Peter nodded, feeling like his head was going to explode. Why would there even be a next one? He was going to ruin this night somehow, someway. He just knew it was bound to happen. 
Tony was easy to talk to. Peter figured that since he was a graduate student, that there would be a gap in what they would talk about, but he was very wrong. Tony, in fact, was initiating most of the conversation, which ranged from a variety of things - movies, music, chemistry, neurophysics. They wound up ordering another pitcher of beer and a large basket of fries, neither of them ready to end their conversation. 
Peter finished his last sip of beer, and threw the last fry into his mouth. “When are we doing this again?” He asked Tony. 
“You free tomorrow night?” Tony suggested. 
“I am free.” Peter smiled. “Want to go watch a movie? I heard they’re playing a classic at the dollar theater.” 
“Define classic, young blood.” 
“Um, it was made in the 80s?” 
“Okay, that’s really not a classic per se, but I’ll allow it.” 
A rich laugh left Peter’s mouth. “Oh, well. Good.” He grinned. “Tomorrow night. 7pm. My treat.” 
“We’re getting dinner afterwards. This shit wasn’t cheap tonight.” Tony pointed to the leftovers of their feast. 
“Of course, Tony.” He had planned on that anyway. “You live nearby?” 
“I do not.” Tony stood up, and left a couple of dollars on the table, even though he’d already tipped earlier. “You good to get back to your place on your own?” 
“I am.” Peter didn’t live that far away from the establishment. “See you tomorrow night?” 
“See ya, kid.” 
He watched as Tony left, multiple people reaching out to him to say hi, leaving Peter at their table. Did he really suggest that the two of them go see a movie tomorrow night? Well, maybe Tony would bail out on him tomorrow. He forgot to get his number. Whatever. If he showed up tomorrow, cool. If he didn’t, well, Peter had wanted to see the movie anyway. 
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Two weeks later, Peter’s phone began to vibrate on the lab table. He was busy typing on his laptop to look at it, but he knew exactly who it was. The same person he’d been texting almost daily the last couple of weeks. 
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” His lab partner asked, who was also busy on their laptop. 
“Nah, it’s fine.” Peter knew that Tony knew he was busy today. Tony had become a constant fixture in his life after that first night at Naples. He knew they were friends, but he wasn’t sure what kind of friends they were. Were they close friends? Just okay friends? Could they be something more than just friends? Peter groaned, hating that he was thinking about that again, when he knew he should be concentrating on the subject at hand. 
“You okay, Parker?” He looked to his left, and saw his partner was side-eyeing him. “You seem a little distracted.” 
Picking up his phone, he locked his screen and shrugged. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room and went out to the hallway. Leaning up against the wall, he took a deep breath and then looked at his phone, knowing that there was a text waiting for him. 
“You busy right now?” 
Peter rolled his eyes. “You know I have lab. What’s up?” 
“Need your help. Come to my place after your lab?” 
His heart rate jumped at the suggestion. “Sure. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.” 
“See you soon.” 
He put his phone back into his pocket, and tried to ignore the way his heart was beginning to hammer in his chest. It was an innocent invitation. Friends hung out at their friend’s places all the time. This wasn’t abnormal. It didn’t mean anything. Totally normal. 
Too bad Peter secretly wished it wasn’t. He wanted it to mean something else. He really was crushing on Tony. Bad. 
Somehow he got through his lab, and then it was time to head to Tony’s place. He sent him a quick text with ‘OMW’ and then began to walk briskly towards where Tony’s apartment was. He’d been there a few times the past couple of weeks, more so than Tony had been to his dormitory which was totally fine by Peter. He wasn’t too thrilled with the dorm situation himself, but he tolerated it because it was all he could afford. 
Tony pulled the door open before he could knock. “You’re here.” Tony looked relieved to see him, and Peter stood still as Tony draped himself against his body, hugging him in a way that took Peter’s breath away. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show up.” 
“I told you I’d be here.” A nervous laugh left his mouth as he returned Tony’s hug in an almost awkward manner. But Tony didn’t seem to mind, as he kept himself in Peter’s arms. “Something going on, Tony?” 
“You could say that.” The weight disappeared off of his chest, Peter’s face becoming flushed as Tony turned around and walked into his apartment. “I need to ask a favor of you.” 
Following him in, he shut the door and dropped his bag onto the floor. “I’ll do what I can.” Peter didn’t have the resources to do a lot of things, but what he could do he would. Anything for Tony. “What do you need?” 
“I need you to tell me if I’m a good kisser or not.” 
He stared at Tony, his mouth dropping open a little in surprise. “I’m sorry?” 
“I know, it’s so stupid.” Tony groaned, and fell onto the couch, his head now leaning over the back of the couch, his arm thrown over his head in a very dramatic fashion, because well, Tony. “I’m sorry. It’s such a dumb question, isn’t it?” 
“I wouldn’t say it’s dumb.” Peter finally got his voice to work properly as he casually made his way to the couch. “Why are you asking?” 
“Because I heard a rumor floating around about me and I’m not sure if it’s true.” 
Peter’s eyebrow rose up. “Tony, what did you hear?” 
“Someone said that I take too long with my kisses.” Tony sat up, his knee now resting against Peter’s as he had sat pretty close to where Tony had sat down. “They said that my kisses are annoying because I’m too thorough. Who says that? What’s wrong with that??” 
“Why are you asking me?” The saliva that had been in his mouth was now completely gone, as he tried to calm his own nerves down. 
“Because you’re my friend. Aren’t you?” 
“I am, but friends don’t really kiss their friends like that.” Peter hoped his words weren’t coming out in a mean way. He was trying to keep his cool. 
“We could, if you want.” Tony was looking down at his lap, his hands twitching a little nervously. “Unless you don’t want to.” 
He had to take a second to think it over. “Are you offering to be friends with benefits with me, Tony?” 
“I believe that I am, yes.” 
This was bad. Like, really bad. There was no way he was hearing Tony correctly. Friends with benefits? Him? No way. He couldn’t do it. It would be too painful, knowing that that’s all they would ever be, when Peter was hoping for more. Wanted more. 
But would it really be all that bad?
It would. No, it wouldn’t. It was too much to think about, and Peter knew that Tony was waiting for an answer. So he came out and said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he had a feeling he was going to regret the decision. 
“Sure.” Peter nodded his head. 
“You mean it?” Tony asked, scooting closer to him now that Peter had given him a definitive answer. “You can say no. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, Peter.” 
He felt his heart thud in his chest at the way Tony said his name. “Just don’t go and fall in love with me, cuz then this would be weird.” He tried to joke, as Tony brought his hand up to his face and brought his closer to him. 
“I’d never do that.” Peter’s toes curled inside of his shoes at the way Tony spoke to him. How intimate it was, making his head spin in ways he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “I’m going to kiss you now. Tell me if it’s bad, okay?” 
“W-Will do.” He agreed, feeling like the world was slipping away as this weird new fantasy life was about to begin. 
Tony’s lips brushed against his with a soft touch, and then it was followed by another. Peter felt himself leaning forward, chasing after those lips when Tony met him halfway and really began to kiss him. Peter felt himself being pushed back against the back of the couch, letting it happen as Tony’s hand was now holding close to his jaw, helping to keep his head tilted back in a way that would make the kiss less awkward. Peter could only moan as Tony’s tongue slipped into his mouth, the first touch of his tongue against his own made little stars burst behind his closed eyelids. 
The kiss went on for another two minutes, Peter breathing through his nose as he refused to let his tongue stop touching Tony’s. But, the kiss came to an end, leaving the two of them panting as Tony stared into his eyes. “Well?” 
“Not bad.” It came out a little breathless, as he was trying to recover from the intense kiss. 
“Not bad?? Parker, I’ll have you know that I’m an excellent kisser. I cannot believe you’re saying not bad.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest, clearly upset that Peter would say anything other than ‘amazing’ to him. 
Peter had lied. It was better than ‘not bad’. He wanted to tell Tony that his kisses were amazing and perfect, but he had to keep his boundaries up. If he didn’t, he was going to wind up with a very broken heart and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t afford to lose time with his studies to nurse a broken heart. “Maybe we should try again?” He asked, hoping it didn’t sound as desperate as it felt to suggest. Because he wanted Tony to kiss him again. 
“Yeah, okay. You’re right. We need a control, and then more experiments. Good point.” Tony pulled Peter to sit on his lap facing him, Peter moving as if he were weightless. He was settled on Tony’s lap, Tony’s arms now around his waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. “You okay?” 
“I am.” Peter put his arms around Tony’s neck, and lowered his head. “Guess we’ll try this again?” 
“Yes, we will.” 
They wound up making out for a good fifteen minutes before Peter pulled himself away from Tony. He really was a great kisser. How anyone could say otherwise was stupid. “That was nice.” Peter grinned, as the smile on Tony’s face spread. “Am I a bad kisser, Tony?” 
“Never, baby.” His stomach rolled as Tony stared into his eyes. “Your lips are total perfection. And that tongue of yours. Boy, the things I’d like to see you do with it.” 
A smirk tugged at his own lips. “Guess we’ll have to see where these benefits go, huh?” He slowly slid himself up higher on Tony’s lap, and brought his mouth back closer to his. “Let’s kiss some more, huh? Then I gotta go.” 
“Next time you come over, you’re spending the night.” Tony murmured against his lips, then tugged on Peter’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You good with that, baby?” 
“Y-Yeah.” Peter knew that spending the night would lead to things that he wouldn’t be able to control. Kisses were fine. This closeness was fine. But spending the night - even if they were now friends with benefits, he was worried he’d get too attached. And he couldn’t be, because that defeated the purpose of that label. That was a problem for future Peter. Right now, Peter wanted more of Tony’s tongue in his mouth. “Now, shut up and kiss me, Tony.” 
“Anything you want, Peter.” 
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Peter figured that their benefits would stay in either of their places of residence, but a few days after the first kissing session, Peter found himself locked in the physics lab supply closet with Tony, who was kissing him like they were two kids making out in high school. After they’d finished, Peter left the closet and was followed out by Tony, who began to tap Peter on the shoulder as he walked away, leaving Peter to shake his head and smile as they went their separate ways. 
He somehow managed to avoid going back to Tony’s place for a week, but then the following weekend, it became impossible to say no to. “Come over Friday night.” Tony was tossing dried blueberries into his mouth, his legs kicked up on the desk as he monitored the class that Peter was in. They were taking an exam, which Peter had finished early and set on the desk. “I won’t take no for an answer, Parker.” 
“Fine, Tony.” He knew he couldn’t make up an excuse this time. “I’ll be there.” 
“Goody.” 
Two days later, Peter was standing in front of Tony’s apartment door. He knocked, and then saw Tony appear in the doorway, having opened the door two seconds after his knock. “Hey.” He greeted him, holding up his hand with a pathetic wave. 
“Don’t you look handsome.” Tony extended his hand, and pulled him into the apartment. “Got a hot date after this?” 
“No.” The tips of Peter’s ears burned, as he knew he’d dressed too fancy for this at home not date, friends hanging out, whatever this was. “Came from one, though.” 
“You’re a regular playboy, aren’t you, Parker.” That seemed to make Tony smile, and Peter wondered if he was upset that he wasn’t the only one in Peter’s life, or if he knew that it was a total lie. “Care for a drink?” 
“I’ll drink whatever you’re having.” 
“Beer it is.” 
He sat down on the couch, his shoes now off, his mismatched socks resting on the soft rug that was underneath Tony’s coffee table. “How’s your Friday night been so far?” He asked, as he saw Tony grabbing their beers. A pizza box was on the counter, which was brought over too. 
“Now that you’re here, it’s much better.” Tony handed him his beer, then dropped the box on the coffee table. “Listen, I wanted to ask you something.” 
“You just did.” He teased, holding his beer up to Tony’s, and tapped his against the glass. “What’s up?” 
“You’re staying the night, right?” Peter nodded. “You know I want you to stay because I want to do terrible things with you in my bedroom, yeah?” 
Beer almost shot through Peter’s nose as he’d been taking a sip before Tony had started along that trail of thought. “Why else would you want me to spend the night?” Peter wasn’t an idiot. “I kinda figured that’s where this was going.” 
“And you’re cool with that?” Tony asked. 
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Tony.” 
That seemed to make Tony visibly relax. “Cool. I mean, it’s just you said you were coming from a date, and like, I know we’re just friends who fool around, but like, I don’t want to complicate anything for you. You get what I mean?” 
You already have complicated things. “You won’t be.” Peter lied, with a smile on his face. “That wasn’t anything serious. If you’re worried I’m going to sleep around, I’m not.” 
“That was kind of what I was hoping to hear you say.” Tony clicked his bottle against his. “I guess here’s to a new fun thing for us?” 
“Sounds like it, Tony.” 
They drank their beers, and played a few rounds of Mario on Tony’s television, while eating pizza and talking about how much they hate their course loads right now. And once everything was all finished, Peter knew it wouldn’t be much longer until they went to Tony’s room. As if sensing his thoughts, Tony stood up and stretched. 
“Care to join me in my bedroom now, Pete?” Tony asked, nodding his head towards the open door.
Peter stood up, stretching his own body. “Show me your room.” He agreed, and then felt Tony take his hand. Their fingers laced together as Tony led him over to the room, Peter constantly chanting in his mind that this meant nothing. That this was just pure physical attraction. Nothing else. Friends who liked to have fun. That was it. 
Tony pulled him over to the bed, and pushed him down gently to lay down on it. “You look good on my bed, Parker.” Tony grinned, as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Peter’s eyes went to the scar on his chest, which Tony didn’t bother to cover. “Don’t worry about that.” He pointed to the very deep scar that was on his sternum. “Got into an accident when I was a kid. Had to have surgery.” 
“Pretty bad accident.” Peter reached up to touch the scarred skin, and heard Tony inhale sharply as his fingers ghosted over the raised flesh. “Glad you’re still here.” 
“Me too.” 
Their eyes met, as Peter reached up and pulled Tony to lay on top of him. “When’s the last time you slept with someone?” Peter figured Tony was going to say a few weeks ago, as he felt his hands touch the hem of his shirt. It was removed in one swift action, one minute it was on and the next it was off, the two of them equally as naked. 
“Couple of years.” Tony shrugged, as he brought his mouth to Peter’s neck. He tilted his head back, moaning softly as Tony’s lips touched his skin. “You?” 
“Last year.” Peter lifted his hips up as Tony got his pants off, slipping his underwear off with them. He did the same to him, not at all weirded out by how natural this all felt. It was easy to be this intimate with him, when it should have been making him painfully nervous. 
“Guess we’ll both have to remember how things are supposed to go, huh?” Tony chuckled, a little nervous laugh coming out of his mouth. Peter released his own nervous laugh, as Tony moved to lay on top of him. The tips of their cocks pushed together, causing them both to moan in an erotic manner. “Might explode a little fast tonight. Promise it won’t happen often.” Tony murmured against his lips, as they began to kiss each other, finding solace in an act they were both comfortable with. 
Peter rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Tony with a soft whimper. “Explode. Make me explode. I don’t care. Sex is good, no matter what.” 
“It truly is.” Tony’s tongue swiped at his upper lip. “Let’s see where this goes, huh?” 
“Nnngh….” Peter’s answer was muted by Tony’s mouth closing over his own, their tongues coming together with needy, passionate kisses. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and soon Peter was a moaning mess, his cock leaking in a telltale sign that he was close. “T-Tony!” He cried out, knowing that it was going to be difficult to stop. 
“I’m right here, baby.” Tony moaned low, his forehead now pressed against his. “You want to come?” 
“Yes!” Peter cried, rocking his hips faster. 
“Do it, baby. Go ahead and come.” 
White heat flashed through his body as he began to come, the rubbing just enough as Tony’s cock pushed against his own. He could feel Tony’s hips stutter, and heard him moan low, a new warmth spreading over his stomach as Tony’s cum began to cover him. He fell back onto the bed, having raised his chest up in the heat of the moment, and began to pant hard, shocked by how good it felt. 
Tony wiped up the mess off of their bodies, and then brought his hand to be between his asscheeks. “More, baby?” Tony asked, as he prodded at his twitching hole with lubed up fingers. 
“Please.” Peter moaned, spreading his legs wide in an open invitation to Tony. 
A few minutes later, Tony tore into a condom wrapper and put it around his cock, then brought it to be up against Peter’s spread hole. “To new things.” Tony murmured, staring into his eyes. Peter nodded, and then felt the world slip away again as Tony’s cock slid into his body for the very first time. 
He pushed his hips down in an eager attempt to get more of Tony inside of him, but Tony kept still, and moved at his own pace. Peter moaned, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck, pulling him closer, needing him to be as close to him as possible. “T-Tony….” He moaned his name, his head spinning as Tony’s cock pushed deeper into his body, making him feel so good. 
“I lied, Peter.” Tony spoke low into his ear. “I don’t want to be friends. I want to be more than friends. I like you, Peter. I like you a lot.” 
Peter rolled his hips, meeting Tony’s thrusts with his own. “I want that too!” He cried out, feeling relief at knowing this wasn’t going to be just a friends with benefits thing. “I want to be yours, Tony.”
“You are.” Lips touched his with a swift kiss. “And I’m yours, baby.” 
“Nnngh….T-Tony….” 
There was no more fear in Peter’s heart as Tony pushed inside of him. Peter reached down and began to jerk himself off, listening to Tony’s deep moans as he began to squeeze tight around his cock. He felt himself start to come, that heat burning bright as he began to come hard, his mouth dropped open with a silent moan. He listened to Tony grunt and moan, and then felt his hips stutter again, knowing that Tony had also reached his high, the two of them sharing orgasmic bliss together. 
Tony dropped down onto his body, making Peter groan but then it turned into a laugh as he hugged Tony close to him. Tony lifted himself up, and without warning pulled out. Peter groaned, and then saw Tony smirk as he got up and tossed the condom into the trash. He fell back on top of him, Peter grunting again, but then his arms wrapped around Tony’s body as natural as can be. 
“You sure you want to be in a relationship with me, Peter?” Tony asked, staring into his eyes. “I’m a lot to deal with.” 
“I know.” Peter reminded him. “I liked you before this whole thing started, so I’d say that yes - I want to be in a relationship with you.” 
“Good.” They met halfway for a kiss, and then Tony laid his head on his chest. “Glad we both agree.” 
“We do.” He hugged Tony close to him. 
While he had no idea where this relationship was going to go, Peter knew for certain that it was a good thing it was going to be that, and no longer just fooling around. No, this was going to be good for the both of them. Closing his eyes, he accepted the human blanket that was Tony Stark, and held onto him. Whatever was going to happen, he knew it was going to be the ride of a lifetime. And he couldn’t wait to see where it would go. 
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Title: odd man out Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Mature (Mild NSFW - Established Relationship - Jealousy - Possessive Tony - Aged Up Peter Parker - Car Sex) Prompt: Possessive! Tony Word Count: ~1,925
Summary: The Avengers are at a fancy dinner gala, and Tony gets an extreme case of jealousy over his young lover, and how flirtatious Peter seems to be with their other teammates.
A/N: Hello! I’m participating in the @starkerfestivals​ Summer Bingo! Here is my first offering. Please enjoy! 
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Tony was trying to keep his cool. He began to count to ten in his head, starting from ten and working his way backwards as his eyes tracked the person that was causing his current state. He could see him across the room, looking as stunning as ever in a three piece suit that he had custom-made for him, because of course he was going to dress his lover in the finest clothes that his tailor could offer. The suit hugged him in all the right places, almost too good, if Tony was being honest with himself. But that was fine, it was fine. It didn’t matter. Just because his lover looked like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten by anyone didn’t actually mean that that was the case. 
Except, it totally was. 
He could see Thor now leaning in towards his lover, who was laughing at whatever lame joke the stupid God of Thunder was saying to him. He could see Steve was also standing nearby him, the three of them now in a conversation that Tony wished he could hear. From the way the three of them were laughing, he knew that it was about him. It had to be. 
“Want another drink, Tones?” He turned to look at his best friend, who was coming back to their table after getting roped into a conversation with someone from Washington. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re upset.” 
“I’m. Not. Upset.” The words came out clipped, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth as he kept his eyes locked on his lover. 
“Sure. Right.” Rhodes rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m going to grab another drink. I’m surprised you didn’t ask Peter to bring you something back.” Rhodes pointed across the room where his lover was. “Ah. Okay. Yep. That makes a lot more sense.” 
Tony tore his eyes away from the way Peter was now hanging off of Steve’s shoulder, Steve’s arm around his waist in a companionable way. To anyone else, it would look like two friends having a laugh, but to Tony it looked like Peter was being stolen away from him. And he did not like having his things touched. In any sort of manner. “What?” He looked at Rhodes, who was shaking his head and chuckling. “What the hell is so funny, Rhodey?” 
“You, Tony. You.” Rhodes pointed across the way. “The kid has been on the team for how long now?” 
“Three years.” 
“Three years!” A loud laugh left his friend’s mouth. “Do you see how stupid you look right now? You know the kid is madly in love with you. If you’re worried that he’s flirting, well, I mean, he probably is. But that’s because he’s a nice kid, Tony.” Rhodes came over to him, and put his hand on his shoulder. “Stop being jealous.” 
“I’m not.” Tony knew he was. He was more than jealous. This was bad. This was dangerous. 
“You are a terrible liar, Tones. Now, sit there and stop looking like you want to murder your teammates.” Rhodes stepped back. “I’ll go get Peter and bring him back to you. Will that make you happy?” 
“No.” 
“Again with the lies.” Tony watched Rhodes walk away, listening to his laughter that made that anger continue to boil inside of him. Of course Rhodes was right. He wanted Peter by his side. He needed Peter by his side. No one else was supposed to touch him. That friendly business with both Steve and Thor was not going to happen again. Not if he had something to say about it. 
Five minutes later, Rhodes was walking back with Peter, who was leaning up against him, looking completely shitfaced. Ah. Now it made sense. Peter did have a tendency to be more flirtatious when he had a little bit too much to drink. And if he knew any better, he’d have to say that Thor no doubt had given him some Asgardian whiskey - that shit was the only thing that could get Steve drunk. And with Peter’s high metabolic rate, it would do the trick nicely. 
“Tony!” Peter dropped down in the chair next to him. “Hi. Hi, Tony. Hi, Mr. Stark.” 
He pinched the bridge of his nose, and resumed counting again. “Peter.” It was no secret that the two of them had something going on between them. While it wasn’t necessarily announced that they were together, Tony thought better of his colleagues who were supposed to be keeping an eye on his lover. Not flirt back with him when he got like this. “Did Thor give you something tonight?” 
“You mean the booze?” Peter’s head was now resting on his shoulder. “That stuff is strong, Mr. Stark.” 
“Peter.” As much as he adored his lover calling him by that name, he also liked it when he referred to him by his first name. “Come on. Party’s over.” He stood up, and put his arm around Peter’s waist. The memory of how Steve had been standing in this same exact position made him grumble under his breath, still not quite pleased by how this dinner was turning out tonight. 
Peter leaned up against him, his arm thrown around his waist. Tony grimaced, the strength that Peter used wasn’t quite painful but it was pretty close. “Are we going home now, Tony?” 
“We are.” He nodded his head. He looked across the room, and flipped Steve and Thor off. Steve looked offended, and Thor began to laugh his head off. He’d lecture Steve later. 
Happy pulled up at the valet, Tony opening the back car door. He helped Peter into the backseat, and then crawled in after him. “Happy - let’s stop by Burger King on the way back to the tower, please.” 
“You got it, boss.” The partition went up, leaving Tony alone with Peter. 
Looking down at his shoulder, he saw Peter’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. Not yet. “Peter.” He saw his eyes open. “Do you know why we’re leaving?” 
“Because I messed up.” 
He shook his head. “No, baby. You didn’t mess up.” He reached for Peter’s cheek, and gently rested his hand against it. Peter turned into the touch, making his own anger ebb away as he stared at his lover. “I….have issues.”
“About what?” 
Tony gently stroked his thumb across the soft skin of Peter’s cheek, his breath touching his wrist, the cool air feeling nice against his somewhat heated skin. “I don’t like it when others are putting their hands on you.” 
“They were??” The confusion in Peter’s voice made Tony’s heart ache. “Who was touching me? I’m sorry, Tony.” 
“You probably weren’t aware it was happening, but it was all I could see.” Tony brought his forehead close to Peter’s, his lips hovering above his as he kept his hand resting against his cheek. “I don’t like it, Peter. You’re mine.” 
“Yours.” Peter whispered, nodding his head. “I’m yours, Tony. I don’t want to be anyone else’s but yours.” 
“I know, baby.” It felt good to hear the confirmation. “No more drinking that Asgardian alcohol, okay? Not unless I’m physically there with you.” 
“I promise.”
Lowering his head, he sealed his lips over Peter’s, moaning low as Peter’s lips parted for him almost immediately. He slipped his tongue inside of his mouth, tasting the strong liquor on his breath, but it was fine. He knew his own probably tasted like bourbon, as that was his own drink of choice. They made out in the backseat, Peter moving to sit on his lap, the two of them now grinding against each other, the physical need to be together too powerful to ignore. 
Happy tapped on the partition. Tony groaned as Peter pulled away, burying his head against his neck as Tony tapped on the intercom. “What’s up, Happy?” He asked, Peter’s steady panting in his ear making this a very difficult conversation for him. 
“We’re home, boss. I’ll take the burgers upstairs. You two, uh…well..” 
“Loud and clear, Happy. Thank you. See you upstairs.” 
The intercom went silent, and Tony heard a car door open and close. He put his lips against Peter’s ears, his hands going down to grab a handful of his ass. “We’re alone. And home.” 
“F-Fuck me, Tony?” 
“It’d be my pleasure, baby.” 
They quickly got out of their pants, and Tony quickly rolled a condom on. As much as he hated them, he knew that this would be the best route right now, as it would be the least messy. Pushing the tip of his cock up against Peter’s spread hole, he brought him back down onto his lap, his cock pushing against Peter’s inner walls as the both of them moaned in succession. 
He reached between their bodies and grabbed onto Peter’s cock, jerking him off as he watched Peter bounce himself hard. “T-Tony!” Peter’s hands were on the roof of the car, his hips undulating back and forth, Tony’s cock being pushed deeper into his body. “T-Tony, I’m gonna…” 
“Come, baby…” He moaned low, his own release mere seconds away. “Come for me, Peter…” He begged Peter, and listened as Peter’s moans began to change. Cum began to coat his fingers as he stroked Peter through his release, moaning low. “Yes….” He dropped him down one final time onto his lap, and released a groan as he spilled his own mess into the condom, his ears ringing as he came hard. 
Peter returned his head to his shoulder, panting hard. “Gosh, that was nice.” A goofy smile was now on his lover’s face. That was the smile that Tony adored. The smile that only he gets to see. 
“It was, wasn’t it?” Using his handkerchief, he cleaned up his hand and took care of the little leakage from Peter’s softening cock, then slowly lifted him up off of his lap. He was quick to tie off the condom, and then tucked himself back into his pants. “Let’s go eat some cheeseburgers.” 
“Mmmm cheeseburgers.” 
Back upstairs, the two of them sat at the communal dining room table, enjoying their burgers and fries when the rest of the Avengers returned from the party. Peter excused himself, and Tony watched him leave as Steve came over at him, and shook his head. “You could have said something, Tony.” 
“I did.” He held up his hand, and flipped him off again. “You of all people should know by now, I don’t like my things touched.” 
“It was nothing.” Natasha was quick to come to Steve’s defense. “Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen again. We know Peter is yours.” 
“Damn right.” Tony wadded up the wrappers of his burger, and tossed it into the trash. “Good party tonight. Ten out of ten, let’s do it again.” 
“You know we will.” Clint remarked, as he dropped down onto one of the couches. “Go be with Peter, Tony.” 
He waved them off, and then headed to Peter’s room, where he saw his lover was waiting for him with a shy smile on his face. “Sleep here tonight?” Peter requested. 
“As if I would sleep anywhere else.” 
The group knew how he felt about Peter, and how he felt about certain things. Tony knew that this would more than likely happen again, because no one seemed to care about how he felt about certain things. And that was fine. He would do this again, and again. Because that’s who he was. Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy who had problems with sharing. 
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''Just friends'', huh? Well ''Just friends'' don't steal secret glances at each other when the other isn't looking. ''Just friends'' don't get jealous when the other one talks about someone else. ''Just friends'' don't get butterflies from each other. ''Just friends'' don't hold each other like that. ''Just friends?'' Yeah right.
@starkerfestivals 2023 summer bingo fill: O3 - Mutual pining
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the nth time i've drawn them sleeping because i can't so they sleep for me
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Tony never really thought about the fact he was enemies with the villain Spider-man. Iron man was a hero and Spider-man a villain. It was simple as that and so they were enemies. That was until a greater threat came about. When a portal opened up above New York and aliens steamed out Tony found himself having to put aside his animosity with the villain in order to save the city. The thing was as they worked together and fought back to back Tony found himself intrigued by Spider-man. The man behind the mask could easily keep up with Tony's banter and was incredibly smart. So when the battle was over Tony found himself suggesting to Parker that they keep their truce. Just for the good of the city of course, in case another alien invasion happened. And as they days passed and the pair became more like friends than reluctant allies, Tony found himself becoming enamoured more and more until he decided to cross one more line after all the others he had crossed. He decided to ask Peter out on a date.
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peter is insecure and tony reassures him
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What if Tony’s actually not a good fuck? Like sure he’s slept with countless people but that’s mostly because they want to be able to say they bedded Tony Stark
But afterwards they seem to be in consensus, that he’s too mechanical, that he simply lacks passion
Luckily being with Peter slowly shows him how to actually love what he’s doing
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Tony and Peter helping each other get dressed
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artwork i did for (@TNPT_industries on twitter), an offline exchange tnpt / starker event in the theme of the stark internship
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strictly professional - a starker one shot
Title: Strictly Professional Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker) Rating: Explicit (Escort AU - Aged-Up Peter Parker - Wax Play - Hand Jobs) Word Count: ~5,300
Summary: Tony has to be in Boston for the weekend and requires a date. He calls his favorite escort service who pair him up with a young man that goes by the name Peter.
A/N: For Kinktober, I decided to write some stuff for these two. :) I’ll post updates throughout the month. Please enjoy!
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Tony Stark was a man of many talents. While he may be all of that and more, sometimes he preferred to be no one. Going places where he knew he wouldn’t be recognized for being either Iron Man, or being the man that makes the world go round with prize winning tech that he created. It’s nice to blend into the crowd, rather than stand out. Now, before you start to suggest that surely Tony Stark would never want to miss the spotlight - sometimes it’s tiring being famous. He could have anyone he wanted, but no one who would listen to him.
So why bother?
When he needed a date, he called an escort service and hired the best professional there was to hire. Paid to look pretty on his arm for a variety of functions - pictures for the newspapers, a date to a gala event, a grand opening, etcetera. They also would perform a multitude of things in the bedroom - sometimes Tony partook, and sometimes he kept it strictly professional. It didn’t matter who they were - young, old, pretty, nubile - female or male. Tony had zero preference. All he cared about was being with the best. He could afford it, and deserved it.
Picking up his phone, he began to dial the escort service whose number he’d memorized long ago. “Mr. Stark - what a pleasure to serve you again.” A familiar feminine voice came through his receiver after the second ring. “What can we do for you this fine day?”
“I need a date. Tomorrow night. Might be for the weekend.” Tony looked at his calendar and sighed. “And they’d have to be okay with traveling.”
“Of course, Mr. Stark. We can find you the best person to suit your needs this weekend. Is it a retreat? A formal weekend? What logistics are we looking at?”
He tapped his finger against his desk, and brought up the itinerary for the weekend. “It’s out of town - not far away. Boston. If you’ve got an office down there and someone you trust to be discreet and amicable, then I have no problem meeting them down there.”
“Excellent, sir. Those details are most appreciated.” He could hear typing in the background. “And when would you like to meet your escort for the weekend? Thursday night? Friday evening?”
“Thursday is great.” He brought up his calendar. “I’ll be flying into Logan on a private jet, but I can make sure to get to the main concourse.”
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Stark. We can have them meet you at your hangar.” More typing could be heard. “Very well. Thursday night, through when? Sunday? Monday morning?”
Tony exhaled a long breath. “Sunday night is fine. Maybe Sunday afternoon. The last event is Sunday brunch.”
“Fantastic. I’ll say that they’ll be finished after brunch, but if there is any need to stay for longer, I’ll be sure they’re flexible to that.” She released a pleased hum. “Excellent. I have the perfect candidate for you. His name is Peter.”
Leaning back against his chair, he typed on his keyboard. “Peter, huh? That’s a good name.”
“Is a man alright? Or would you prefer a female presenting escort?”
“Peter is perfect. Thank you. You’ll bill me for the cost now?”
“I will. It will be fifteen thousand for the four days.”
He had no qualms with paying that amount. “Great. Charge me. If I like their work, I’ll be sure to give them a generous tip in cash.”
“We’re pleased you wish to work with us again, Mr. Stark. Should any needs arise over the weekend, you know how to contact us. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You as well. Thanks.” He ended the call before there could be any more awkward conversation. He didn’t have time for any of that.
Grateful he had one less thing to worry about for the weekend, Tony brought up a schematic for a new weapon the government was wanting to get their hands on, and got back to work. He’d worry about the coming weekend at a later time - he had too many things to do to pay attention to that right now.
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Thursday afternoon, his plane touched down at the landing field for private jets. “You sure you don’t need me this weekend?” He looked at Happy Hogan, who had insisted he fly down to Boston with him. Happy was like his shadow. “I can stay. I don’t mind. I’ll be your driver.”
“If I tell you no, you’re still going to stay here, aren’t you?” Tony sighed, then drained what was left in his glass and set it back down on his table. “Fine, Happy. I’m sure you’ve already arranged for a car to be there.”
Happy grinned and nodded his head. “You bet I did, boss. Glad you decided it was okay.”
“You didn’t really give me any choice.” He was quick to remind him, as he saw Happy get up and head over to the door that was now opened in the cabin. They had landed two minutes ago, and it was now time to deplane.
While he left Happy to deal with the luggage, he fixed his tie and felt a little flutter occur in his stomach as he stood up and rebuttoned his jacket. He was always a little nervous when he met these professional escorts - what if they don’t get along? But what did it matter - he was paying them to be with him for the weekend.
Tony adjusted his glasses, and then headed to the exit, and walked down the short flight of stairs while looking forward. He almost tripped on the last stair, but caught himself before making a scene as he saw that his escort was waiting for him, holding up a sign that said ‘Tony’. No Stark. No S. Just ‘Tony’. Discretion at its finest. And the reason for his misplacement of his feet?
That would be Peter.
From the first glance, he could tell that Peter knew that he was attractive. Maybe in his mid-twenties? Hopefully not any younger than that - Tony knew that this agency would only give him someone he was comfortable with, but still - mid-twenties was still pushing the envelope a little bit more than he cared for. Peter, it seemed, wore framed glasses on his face that carried a personality of their own. They were black plastic frames - Tony could have sworn those glasses were out of style, but they looked really good on Peter.
His hair was brown and curly, but not unruly so. There were a few curls that were on his forehead, and he could tell Peter was annoyed by them. His face was youthful, but not in a creepy sort of way. His eyes were a rich brown, almost similar to his own eyes. And his smile was very polite, and admittedly, a little bit respectful. How one could achieve that with a smile, Tony didn’t know, yet somehow Peter managed it. He wore black slacks with a Ralph Loren polo tucked into it, and a pair of loafers that Tony knew were Italian leather - expensive.
He approached him with a kind smile on his face. “Afternoon, Peter. I would be Tony.” He pointed to the sign with one hand, while he held his other out to him, and felt a small little jolt as their palms touched.
“Good afternoon, Tony. How was your flight? I hope it wasn’t too bumpy coming in. I know we’ve been having some wind this afternoon.” Peter shook his hand with a firm handshake.
“No, it was fine.” Tony took his hand away, and was about to put his hand back into his pocket when Happy came up to him and began to pour sanitizer on his hands. “Happy.” He groaned, but was thankful that Happy was here to take care of him.
“Tony doesn’t like to touch things.” Happy commented in a haughty voice, then grabbed the bags that were next to Peter - a suitcase and a garment bag. “This all?”
“Yes, sir.” Peter commented, looking a little frazzled by Happy’s appearance.
“Don’t worry about him.” He looked at Peter, and saw him glance over at him. “He does the best that he can. He’s a really nice guy, once you get to know him.”
“I bet.” Peter released a half-chuckle, then turned to look at him. “What’s on the agenda today?”
Tony put his arm through Peter’s and guided him over to the car. The escort service was well aware that he was a more hands-on type of client, and he hoped that it wasn’t going to startle Peter. But Peter took it with grace, and actually leaned closer to him - as close as an intimate lover would with someone that they hadn’t met five minutes prior. “We’re going to the hotel to check in - maybe grab a snack? The beneficiary’s dinner doesn’t begin until half past seven tonight in the lobby of our hotel.”
“You’re in town for the MIT reunion?” Peter raised his eyebrow up.
“Is that bad?” Tony opened the door for Peter, a disappointed grunt coming from Happy, who was still arranging things in the trunk of the car. “Do you not like MIT, Peter?”
The smirk on Peter’s lips had him wanting to guess what was behind it. “MIT is fine, Tony.” Peter patted the seat next to him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Don’t mind if I do.” He practically jumped into the backseat with Peter, then heard a loud slam as Happy shut the trunk with a rather forceful push. “We’ll be staying in separate rooms.” He mentioned it to Peter, as he wanted to make sure there were no expectations. “I’ve got the presidential suite.”
“You must be very important.”
He looked at Peter, and wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. Again, he knew the escort service was available to him because he loved their discretion, but surely Peter knew who he was? Or did he really not? “I guess I am.” Tony shrugged his shoulders, then lowered the partition. “Happy - let’s get a move on, already. Peter and I are hungry.”
“On it, boss!”
Closing the partition, he turned to look at Peter. “Do you want to keep this professional this weekend, or would you like to get to know me?” Tony wasn’t sure why he was asking the question. He normally wouldn’t care one way or another if the escort he’d hired wanted to get to know him - he was paying them to be on his arm all weekend. Did it really matter if they knew anything about him? No, not really. But for some odd reason, he wanted Peter to know him. The real him.
“I’m okay with whatever you want, Tony.” Peter was looking out the window. “What would you like?”
I’d like it if you told me your last name. Tell me how many lovers you’ve had. Tell me how often you take these gigs. Why do you do it? But those thoughts remained in his head, as he turned his own head to look out the window. “Professional it is.”
The rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet. Tony debated on pulling his phone out to do some work, but it was more to do it as a distraction than really wanting to work. The silence was killing him, but he wasn’t about to let Peter know that. Happy pulled up to the front of the hotel, and then opened the back passenger door for him. “We’re here, sir!”
“I see that, Happy.” But Happy was already gone, getting one of the valet’s carts to put their items onto it. He held his hand out to Peter, and helped him out of the car from his side. “I’ll get us checked in. Want to go grab us a cocktail at the bar? You are old enough to drink, aren’t you?”
That got a smirk to appear on Peter’s face. “Yes, Tony. I’m old enough to drink. Would you like to know my age?”
“Nope. As long as you can drink, I don’t care.” Tony left Peter with Happy, and made his way to the concierge.
“Mr. Stark!” The woman behind the counter greeted him with a large hospitality smile. “What a pleasure it is to see you! You’re here for the convention this weekend?”
“I am.” He leaned against the desk. “You should have a reservation for me in the Presidential suite.”
“We do indeed!” Long fingernails typed on a keyboard with a rapidness that Tony had to admire. “There’s complimentary snacks in your room.” She returns to typing. “How many room keys will you need?”
“Three.” Tony turned around to survey the lobby, trying to see if anyone else he knew was around, but it looked like they were either much older, or much younger, than himself. “Give me two - leave the third for my bodyguard. Happy Hogan is his name. He knows to check in here to grab it.”
The sound of a machine printing items brought his attention back to the concierge desk. “Very well, sir. Here are those two keys. You’ll need to use them to access your suite in the elevator. We hope that you enjoy your stay with us. If there’s anything that you need, please do not hesitate to call us.”
“Will do.” He grabbed the cards, and then saw Peter was walking out of the bar with two drinks in his hands. Tony rushed over to him before any liquor could be spilled, and took the drink with the dark liquid out of his hands. “This for me?”
“You like bourbon, right?” Peter asked, holding a martini glass in his other hand.
Tony took a sip and groaned. “Yes, that’s the good stuff.” It was a Manhattan - while he was more of a person to drink bourbon neat, if he had to drink it in a cocktail, this was one way to do it. “Martini? Dry?”
“Dirty.” Peter held up the toothpick that had nothing on it. “I already ate my olives.” He gave him a sheepish grin.
He laughed, and put his arm around Peter’s shoulder, loving how easy it was to fall into step with him. “Come on, I’ve got our cards to get into the room. They told me there were snacks. Should we go see what they are?”
“I would love that, Tony.” When he looked down at Peter, he saw that his lips were jutting out just a tiny bit, making him want to dip his head down and kiss him. Jesus, where are these thoughts coming from? Tony smiled, then returned his eyes towards the elevators, leading Peter over there.
Tapping his keycard in the elevator itself, he was allowed to select the ‘Penthouse’ button. As the doors closed, he turned to look at Peter. “You’re an enigma, Peter.”
“How so?” Peter turned towards him, the two of them having separated when they’d gotten into the elevator. “I thought you were the one to say that this should stay professional. Aren’t I supposed to remain an enigma because of that?”
“Would you prefer that I left you alone, then? Only come out for when my engagements are?” Tony drained what was left in his glass and looked up at the numbers, hoping the elevator would move faster. “That’s fine.”
He heard a sigh come from behind him. “I’m sorry. No, that isn’t what I want. I know that you require a lot this weekend. And I should be honest with you.” Tony turned to look at Peter, curiosity piqued his interest. “I know who you are.”
“Of course you do.” Tony snorted, then returned his attention to the numbers. “You’re required to know who I am.”
“No, I mean, I know who you are because, well - this is going to sound really bad and I’m sorry. The service didn’t know this, but if it’s a problem, I understand and won’t be upset if you decide you’d rather have a different escort.”
That got him to turn around completely. “What are you trying to say, Peter? Because right now, you’re not making a lot of sense to me.”
“I know you’re Tony Stark. I know that you’ve created a whole mess of tech that the world is much better off with than without.” Peter wasn’t looking at him, but was at least pretending to be as Tony could tell his eyeline was matching up to the spot next to his head. “I graduated MIT at the top of my class. I chose that school because of you, sir. You’re my idol? No, that’s not right.” Peter groaned.
Tony was not prepared to hear that come out of Peter’s mouth. “No shit?” Those were the only words he could think of, as he was still stunned by this revelation. “How old are you, kid?”
“Twenty-seven, Mr. Stark.” Peter said.
Okay, that wasn’t as bad as figuring he was twenty-one. “You barely look old enough to drink.”
“Thank my mom for good genes, I guess?” Peter shrugged. It seemed that his confession made him a lot more enjoyable to be around, as he looked a lot more loose now that his ‘secret’ was out in the open.
The elevator dinged, opening on their floor. Tony left the elevator, and saw Peter was still standing in the cab. “Well, come on.” He nudged his head towards the door of the penthouse. “Might as well come in, so we can discuss things.”
“R-Right!”
He unlocked the front door, and pushed it open with a firm grip on the handle. It had been years since he’d been here, but this hotel was an old favorite of his, and it still looked the same. Ah, the charms of Boston. He set his empty glass down on the small table in the foyer, then looked at Peter, who looked a lot more pink in the face than he had earlier. Peter followed his lead, and set his own martini glass down.
In the living room area of the suite, there was a bottle of champagne on ice, with a charcuterie board that had the works on it. Tony grabbed the bottle, two flutes and the board, then walked over to the large u-shaped couch. He set the tray down, then popped the cork on the bubbly, pouring it into the two flutes. He sat down, then after unwrapping the board, he looked at Peter, who was standing off to the side. “Sit down, Mister?”
“Parker, sir.” Peter walked over to the couch and sat nearby. “My name is Peter Parker.”
“Mr. Parker, then.” Tony gestured to the glass of champagne, which he was glad Peter took. “If you’re worried that I’m going to tell the service, I won’t. Honestly, I’d much prefer to be able to talk to someone this weekend that will understand what’s going on, rather than having to explain everything to them.” It did sound freeing, not having to explain the boring part of his life.
Peter looked relieved. “Really? Like I said, the service knows that I graduated MIT, but that isn’t why they gave me to you. I’ve had plenty of high profile clientele, and can perform in any sort of way you wish. Which is what they said you prefer.”
“That’s fun.” Tony grabbed some nuts off the charcuterie board and popped them into his mouth. “Are you telling me, in so many words, that you’re okay to do other things?”
He watched as Peter grabbed a piece of salami, and folded it up before putting it into his mouth. “If you’re asking if I’ll have sex with you, the answer is yes. I’m clean, Mr. Stark. All escorts must test negative to any STDs to work with the company.”
“I expected as much.” Tony had had sex with a few of his escorts in the past, but some he used as strictly as a date/arm candy. He had expected to do that with Peter this weekend, but now that there seemed to be something else happening between the two of them, he wouldn’t be opposed to having a little fun with him. “How about we don’t think about that right now?” Tony suggested, although his cock was perking up with interest, now that his body knew that Peter would be down to roll around in the bed with him.
The door to the suite opened, and in came Happy with their luggage, looking less than pleased. “You forgot to tell me to get the card.” Happy glared at him as he dropped Tony’s suitcase on the floor.
“Oh, did I?” He smirked, enjoying the unhappiness he’d created for his bodyguard. “My bad.”
Peter snorted, and then Happy threw his glare towards him. “Your bags will be next, Peter.” Happy held up his garment bag. “Which room will you be in?”
“He’ll be in my room.” Tony said it without consulting Peter first, but since they’d just had the discussion that sex could be a thing, why bother keeping up a ruse? “Go ahead and put them in the primary bedroom, please. Along with mine, of course.”
“Right away, Mr. Stark.” Happy grunted, passing by them, silently fuming.
The space between Peter and his body got a little smaller as Peter stood up to grab something off the board, then took a seat closer to Tony. “Would you like to hear what my speciality is, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, as his knee casually brushed against his own.
“Alright, I’ll bite.” Tony looked at Peter, ignoring the sounds coming from their bedroom as Happy got things put away. “What are your specialities, Mr. Parker?”
Tony glanced down as Peter put a hand on his knee. “I excel in being able to take care of my clients, sir. Whether it’s freedom from pain, freedom from reality for a little bit, or the freedom to do anything and everything to my body - I relish it all.”
“Okay, now you’ve definitely got my attention.” His cock was getting fuller by the second at the way Peter carried himself now. The confidence was undeniable, and was something he was growing more attracted to by the second. Which could be dangerous, but where would the harm be in letting himself feel a little bit something more than just an acquaintance level with his escort?
The hand on his knee slid up his thigh, and then Tony exhaled a deep breath as Peter’s hand moved to cover the mound that was getting more noticeable by the second. Just the touch of his palm against where his cock was was enough to drive Tony’s arousal through the roof. “Would you care for a quick demonstration? I brought a few things with-”
“Yes. Happy - get the fuck out of the bedroom right now!” He shouted the last part, and stood up, pulling Peter up with him.
Happy came out of the bedroom, and looked at Tony. “I’m going down to the bar. Will be exploring the city afterwards. I’ll come for you when it’s time for the dinner?”
“Perfect. A few hours, right?”
“Yes.” Happy left the suite, slamming the door behind him.
Peter looked up at him. “Is he always like that?”
“He’s had a rough week.” Tony pulled Peter towards the bedroom, then locked the door once they were both in the room together. “What sort of things did you bring?”
“I brought a lot of things.” Peter walked over to where his bag was, and began to look through it. “Since we don’t have a lot of time, and I don’t really want you going too deep, what do you say to a little fun with some wax?”
His jaw dropped open as he heard Peter suggest one of his favorite kinks. “The answer is yes.” Tony began to unbutton his shirt, and then took off his pants, leaving his underwear on. “Where do you want me?”
“The bed will do. Wait, let me get some towels.” Peter walked into the en suite bathroom, then brought out a few towels that he laid down on top of the comforter. “There. Sorry if the towels are shit.”
“Not your fault.” Tony grinned, then laid down on the bed, with his stomach against the mattress. He put his arms above his head, and used them as a makeshift pillow. “Is this good, Peter?”
“Oh yes, Mr. Stark.”
“Tony.”
Peter looked him in the eyes, and smiled. “Very well, Tony.”
He saw him getting a few different waxes out, and watched as he began to use a lighter, getting some to melt. His cock was now painfully hard. The urge to rut against the mattress to relieve some of the pain was strong, but he didn’t. “You ever thought you’d get a chance to meet me like this?” He asked, hoping that the casual conversation wouldn’t be off-putting.
“Never.” Peter smirked, and then brought the wax over towards him. “This may sting a little at first, but I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
“I know I will. This is one of my favorite kinks. Did you know that?” He teased, and saw Peter shake his head. “Aw, darn. And here I thought you’d brought some wax just for me.”
“I did bring it just for you.” Peter began to drip some wax on his back, Tony hissing softly, but then the heat began to envelope him in a comfortable way. “I don’t bring my wax to all my jobs, Tony.”
He moaned softly as Peter began to spill some of the warm wax onto the middle of his back. The skin was so sensitive there, that the rush of pain to his nerves, and then that euphoric release of there being no danger was causing him to really fall into his head. The more wax was dripped on him, the more vocal he became.
Peter’s hand felt like the touch of God as he began to scratch some of the wax off. “Are you enjoying this, Tony?” Peter’s voice had taken on an almost dream-like quality to it - he almost sounded like he was speaking to him while he was submerged in water. But Tony knew it was because he was feeling incredibly high right now, and was going to enjoy the ride for what it was worth. “You’re doing so well right now. I had no idea you’d be this into it.”
Tony lost the ability to speak, but he gave a nod of his head, needing Peter to know that yes, he was enjoying this very much. Now with the wax gone, he felt Peter pour more onto the small of his back, Tony’s hips lifting up involuntarily as the pain hit him like a truck, but then it was soothed away by the gentle blowing of Peter’s breath, cooling the wax down quicker. His pulse was racing, his cock was dripping, and he knew that he was going to be making a mess very soon.
The hem of his underwear was pulled on, and Tony lifted himself up to expose himself completely to Peter. He was rolled over onto his back by him, his cock now standing straight up, his underwear gone from his body. Tony was only semi aware of what was happening, which was fine by him. He heard Peter say something, but again, it sounded far away. Then, he felt wax drip onto his chest, causing him to writhe for a few seconds as the searing pain alerted his nerves again. The come down was beautiful, though, and all he could do was moan in response.
More and more wax was dripped onto his chest and torso, and then he felt the gentle touch of Peter’s hands again on his body. “Tony, I want to check in with you. Are you okay?” Peter asked, this time speaking directly into his ear. “Nod if you’re okay.” He gave a nod of his head, pleasure continuing to course through his body as his high was being prolonged by Peter’s hands. “I’m going to give you an orgasm now. And then, we’ll be finished, because Happy will be up in the room again in about an hour.” He whined low, not really wanting things to be over yet. But if that’s what Peter wanted, then he wanted it too. “Don’t worry, Tony. This is just a taste of what we can do together this weekend.”
As soon as Peter’s hand touched his cock, Tony was a moaning mess. He felt lube now coating his skin, as Peter jerked him off with assured strokes. He began to hump his hand, his own hands gripping onto the towels beneath his body as he moved closer and closer to the summit. A loud and long scream left his throat as he began to come, his entire body feeling like it was on fire as Peter pulled him through one of the most intense orgasms of his life.
It took Tony almost ten minutes to come out of his head, Peter still right beside him, his fingers gently tousling his hair. Tony looked up at him and smiled, feeling almost shy. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Peter returned with a smile equal to his own. “Feeling better now?”
“I feel incredible.” He reached up, and was about to pull Peter down for a kiss, but felt him pulling back. “No?”
“No.” Peter shook his head. “Too intimate.”
As much as he hated hearing it, Tony would respect it. “But I can kiss your cheek when we’re in a public setting, right?”
“That’s fine.” Peter agreed. “We should probably shower soon. Happy is going to be very upset if we’re late getting to the first dinner tonight.”
“Eh, it’s fine. I’m the speaker, so they’ll wait for as long as they need to.”
Peter’s laughter made his palms feel tingly. “You’re really funny, Tony.”
“I try.”
Peter helped him to the bathroom, where the two of them got into the shower together. Tony restrained himself from touching Peter, but he did keep his eyes on him as he washed his hair. Peter’s naked body was gorgeous - he was toned and fit. Very attractive. Extremely attractive. Down, boy . He thought of something awful to get his cock to stop getting hard, as there was no time to do anything again. But he saw Peter caught him looking, and noticed the smile that was there before he turned back around to finish washing up.
They got dressed, both wearing black suits to the welcome event happening downstairs. Tony looked at Peter, and helped adjust his bow tie, then fixed his own. “Here’s hoping the food isn’t shit.” He said, which made Peter laugh.
“If it is, we’ll order take out.”
“The only thing I want to take out is that ass of yours.”
The smirk on Peter’s lips made Tony’s stomach dip. “We’ll have to see about that, Mr. Stark.”
“Are you two ready?” Happy opened the door, and greeted them in the living room. “Got your speech?”
Tony nodded his head. “Yes, we’re ready. Let’s go see what this event has to offer, shall we?” He held his arm out to Peter, and then walked out of the room with Happy holding the door open for them. After his afternoon with Peter, he knew that the only thing he really cared about was getting through this shit, so they could be alone again. T minus four hours, give or take an hour or two. And then, they’d be back up in the penthouse, doing who knows what to each other. Tony is glad that Peter was his for the weekend. It was going to be a lot more fun with him here, that was for certain.  
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finding a third - a pepterony one shot
Title: finding a third Fandom: MCU/Iron Man/Spider-man Pairing: Pepterony (Peter Parker x Tony Stark x Pepper Potts) Rating: Explicit (NSFW - No Powers AU - Threesome - Oral Sex - Penetration Sex) Word Count: ~4,185
Summary: Peter answers an ad to become a third in a relationship. 
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“What keeps you up at night?”
Peter looks at the question, and struggles on what to answer with. He’s answering a questionnaire to meet with a couple that are already in a relationship, and are looking to possibly bring in a third. Or, it’ll be one night full of fun and surprises, or so the advert said on the message board that Peter had found the request on. 
It’s the second to last question, and Peter hates that he’s struggling. “Do I lie? Do I make up some bizarre story so they consider me?” He looks at his stuffed animal, who is staring back at him as if it’s going to have all the answers in the world. He’s kept this stuffed animal with him all through junior high and high school, and now it’s with him as he’s completing his undergrad at NYU. “What do you think I should do?” 
With no reasonable answer coming from the stuffed animal, Peter sighs and begins to type. “I have regular nightmares that I’m not able to protect the people that matter to me most. They always end up in a situation where I can’t get to them in time. These thoughts consume me on most nights as I try to get to sleep. There’s been no trauma in my life, so I don’t know why these thoughts happen, but they do.” He looks at what he’s typed, and wonders if this is too honest. But it’s the truth - he tends to think about scenarios where bad things could have happened but didn’t, and he imagines the worst case possible. 
The last question on the questionnaire asks what he wants to get out of this arrangement. “If you would like to only have some fun, I’m okay with that. I’m finishing my undergrad, so I may not have a lot of time right now, but once I graduate my time will free up. I’ve never been in a thruple before - that’s what it’s called, right? - and I think it sounds interesting. I’m very open minded and willing to do a lot of things. I hope that I’m the right fit for you.” 
He looks through some of the selfies he’s snapped, as they’ve requested a few different pictures of him. Probably to make sure that he’s who he says he is. After picking the best ones, he attaches them to his answers, and then sends it to the email that had sent the document to him in the first place. He looks at his school email, and then hears a notification go off, telling him that he’s received a personal email. 
Pulling the program back up, he sees it’s the address that he’d just sent something to. “Please don’t be a mailer daemon.” He groans, hoping that it isn’t a bounced back email. But he clicks on it, and sees that it’s an answer. “Great stuff. Thanks for being honest with us. We want to meet you for dinner. Are you available tonight?” 
Peter looks at the clock and notices that it’s close to six in the evening. He begins to type a reply. “I am. What time and where? And how will I know who I’m looking for?”
A response comes back almost immediately after he hits ‘send’. “Meet us at this restaurant at 8:30. I’ll be wearing a black suit, and my wife will be wearing a blue silk dress. We should be easy to spot, but if you have trouble, she’s a redhead. See you soon, Mr. Parker.” 
He Googles the address and sees that it isn’t too far from his apartment near campus. It’s on the other side of Manhattan, which won’t take too long to get to by subway. Looking at his closet, he hopes and prays that his suit is clean. Jumping up from his desk, he goes over to it and sees that yes, his suit is indeed clean and pressed, as is his shirt and tie. One less thing to worry about. 
He gets ready, and then takes the subway to where he’s been instructed to go. He gets topside at five minutes to eight thirty, and wonders if he’s too early. But it sounded like the couple will already be there, so he heads inside and hopes for the best. 
“Can I help you, sir?” A woman dressed in all black looks at him with a mild look of disdain. As if he doesn’t belong here, as the clientele seem to be on the wealthier side. “Are you lost?” 
Peter opens his mouth to answer her when he feels a warm hand touch his shoulder, holding him with a familiarness that should startle him but doesn’t. “It’s fine, Doreen. He’s with us. Thank you.” 
Turning to his side, he sees a gentleman that has piercing dark brown eyes with a very unique goatee. It takes him all of two seconds to realize who this man is. “Y-You’re…” 
“Tony Stark.” The hand on his shoulder disappears as Tony holds his hand out towards him. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Mr. Parker.” 
It takes him a hot second to reach for Tony’s hand, and when he does, he feels a subtle jolt move up his arm. “Y-You?” He’s still trying to understand what is going on. Tony Stark is one of the most, if not the richest man in the country. He has built an empire on weapons, and then has moved on to a more greener technology that has taken the world by storm. “What?” 
“Follow me.” Tony grabs onto his hand, and it doesn’t register to Peter’s brain until they’re halfway across the restaurant. They head towards the back, and then he sees Tony open a door, and they head into a private dining room. “We thought it’d be better if we did things this way. Sorry to have had a change of plans.” Tony stands next to him. “Pepper, we’ve got some company.” 
A gorgeous woman stands up, the blue silk dress that Peter was told she’d be wearing falls down her frame and makes her look stunning. She walks over to him, and leans down to press a kiss to both of his cheeks, her red hair piled onto the top of her head in a loose bun. “Good evening, Peter. We’re so happy you could join us tonight.” 
“I’m still not sure I’m here.” Peter says, feeling his face burning after Pepper Potts - Tony’s wife and CEO of Stark Industries - pulls away from him. “This isn’t really happening. I’m meeting a couple for something. It’s not you.” 
“But it is us, Mr. Parker.” Tony pats his shoulder, and then leads him over to an empty chair. “Take a seat. Let’s have a drink, and we’ll discuss with you our thoughts.” 
“I’d like ten, please.” 
Pepper’s laugh brings a blush to his cheeks. “You’re adorable, Peter. We’re normal people.” 
“Dear, no we are not. We put an ad out looking for a third.” 
Peter releases a nervous laugh. “But why? Why do it this way?” 
“I have a love-hate relationship with the press. I love when they print good things about my business, and about me personally, but I hate when they print slander pieces.” Tony picks up an opened bottle of wine, and pours some into a glass for Peter. “And if word got out that we were interested in bringing someone else into our relationship, they would have a field day with the slander.” 
“What Tony is trying to say is that we were trying something different.” Pepper looks at him, Peter turning his attention towards her. “Doing it anonymously on a message board was the easiest way to achieve it. We received hundreds of application responses.” 
He doesn’t know why he would be chosen by these people when there are probably people closer to their age, and hell, even in their income bracket compared to him. “Why me?” 
“Would you believe it was your answer on what keeps you up at night?” Tony reaches over, and puts his hand on his forearm. That spark returns, sending heat rushing up his arm as he turns to look at him. “That was some real deep stuff. I know a thing or two about trauma myself.” 
Tony taps the arc reactor that resides in his chest, Peter now openly staring at the glow it produces under his shirt. It’s what got Tony into the greener side of things, and wanting to change the planet. “Tony and I found your answers to be fun. Inspiring. Adorable.” Pepper puts her hand on his other forearm, and he feels that same spark happen again as Peter feels both of their hands on his body. “We can take things slow, if that will make you feel more comfortable. Or, if you only want to have dinner tonight and call it over, then we will understand.” 
“I don’t know what I want.” Peter reaches for his glass of wine as soon as their hands leave his body, and he takes a long sip. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m younger?”
“Nope.” Tony shakes his head. “Does it bother you that we’re famous?” 
“It’s a bit shocking.” He doesn’t want to lie. “But I can handle it.” 
“Can you?” Pepper asks. “If this becomes serious between the three of us, there will be times when we’ll be out together. Or, there may be times when Tony would prefer to have you on his arm than me, and vice versa. Will you be able to handle that?” 
He takes another long sip of his wine. “I think so. I don’t see why I wouldn’t be. If they want to write shitty articles about me, then who am I to stop them? I don’t have any juicy dirt, except that my parents were killed when I was kid. But I didn’t do the killing.” 
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. Parker.” Tony rubs his back, Peter’s head falling forward as he closes his eyes and absorbs the touch. “If that’s your answer, then I think we’re good. We will need for you to sign an NDA for legal reasons.” 
“Tony.” 
“What?” Peter looks up and sees Tony and Pepper having a staring contest. “You know it’s better if we do.” 
“He’s not going to go and tell people.” Pepper looks at him. “Will it bother you if you sign an NDA?” 
Shaking his head, he grabs some bread and starts to tear it apart. “No. I understand why it’s necessary. Do we need to draw up a contract too?” 
“An NDA will suffice for now.” The way Tony smiles at him, it makes his stomach churn in a pleasant manner. “We can discuss that later on down the line, if this works out between the three of us. You may find that we’re boring in bed.” 
“Tony!” 
Peter laughs, then shakes his head. “I hardly think that’s possible. Am….Am I the first person you’re going to do this with? Or did you already have a third?” 
“We’ve had a few flings, but nothing ever stuck.” Tony sits back in his chair, and pours a little more wine into his own glass. “Don’t get us wrong - we love each other very much, but there are times when I’ve got an itch that Pepper isn’t able to scratch, and vice versa.” Tony looks at him, his piercing eyes locking him into their own staredown. “Which is where you come in, Peter.” 
He exhales a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and gives a nod of his head. “Right. Okay. I get it. I can do that for the both of you.” 
“That’s wonderful, Peter.” Pepper reaches over and holds onto his hand with her perfectly manicured fingers. “Let’s have some dinner, and then we’ll take you back to our place for the night. How does that sound?” 
“Like I’m living someone else’s life right now.” 
“Get used to it, Pete. Because if this works out, your life is about to change in a big way.” Tony smirks, and Peter can’t help but be immensely turned on by it. 
Dinner passes by quickly, and then he’s whisked out to Tony’s limo that picks them up from the back of the restaurant, to avoid any prying eyes. He’s seated between both Tony and Pepper, who are sitting as close to him as possible - both of their thighs are touching his. It doesn’t take them long to get to Stark Tower, and he follows both Tony and Pepper into their private elevator that takes them up to the penthouse at the top of the building. 
Peter looks at them both as they enter the penthouse. “A-Are we going to the bedroom?” 
“We can.” Pepper approaches him, and slides her arms around his neck. “Or, would you like to have a drink? Calm down your nerves a little?” She leans closer to him, and brushes her lips against his with the barest touch. “Don’t be nervous, Peter. We don’t bite.” 
“Hard.” Peter groans as he feels Tony come up behind him, sandwiching himself between their bodies. “That’s what you meant to say, isn’t it, Pep?” 
“In so many words.” He looks up at Pepper, who towers over him in her heels, but he doesn’t care. Reaching out he puts his hands on her hips, and suggestively pushes his hips back, which draws a deep moan from the billionaire standing behind him. “It seems Peter is getting the hang of things, darling.” Pepper smiles at him, and he can’t help but return it with a slightly dopey look on his face. “Let’s take him to the bedroom.” 
“Now we’re talking.” 
The heat behind him disappears and he feels both of them grab onto his hands and lead him through their penthouse. He wants to stop and look at all the things, but there’s a more pressing matter that’s requiring his full attention. He still is having difficulty believing that this is happening, as he’s never once thought of these two wanting to have a third brought in to their relationship. It always looks like they’re so happy together. And then that’s when he realizes it isn’t necessarily about happiness, because even now, they’re happy as they take turns getting his clothes off of his body. It’s about exploring what they want, and apparently it’s him. He’s what they want. 
Tony gets onto the bed, and puts himself on all fours. It’s then that Peter realizes the man is wearing a plug, and he stares in wonder as he watches him take it out, leaving his ass wide open. “What do you say, Peter?” Pepper stands behind him, and he sees some of her hair fall onto his shoulder as she lays a kiss to the back of his neck. “Tony’s been dying to have a real cock inside of him. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” 
“It is.” Tony pushes his ass back, Peter still staring at his gaping hole. “What do you say, Pete? Fuck me first, and then I’ll let you fuck my wife as much as you want.” 
He looks at Pepper, who has a bottle of lube in her hands. “N-No condom?” 
“Unnecessary.” She smiles, and opens the bottle of lube “Would you like to do it yourself, or would you like for me to do it for you?” 
“Y-You?” He squeaks out, as he turns towards her, his erection very prominent and stiff. “But don’t touch too much, I may come.” 
Her gentle laugh makes him feel at ease with this very surreal situation. “It’s alright if you do, sweetie. We’re here to have a good time tonight, and if that means staying up past our bedtimes, then so be it.” 
Peter wants to say something witty in return, but the moment her hand touches his cock, he’s done for. It’s so gentle, her well manicured fingers stroking him as she puts the lube onto his flesh. He looks at Tony, and sees that he’s touching his own cock while watching the two of them. “Yes, baby. Touch his cock. I bet it feels nice, doesn’t it? You can tell me.” 
“I’m looking forward to feeling it.” Pepper nods her head, her cheeks dusted with pink as her hand keeps a steady rhythm to get the lube covered on his cock. “You should be ready now, sweetie.” She leans down and kisses him on the lips, leaving him stunned. “Peter?” 
Blinking a few times, a nervous laugh leaves his throat. “S-Sorry. That was….that was really nice.” He looks over at Tony, and sees he’s got his hands back on the bed. He gets behind him, and finds a comfortable position for his knees to be in, then brings the tip of his cock to Tony’s glistening hole. “It’s been a bit since I’ve done this, so I’m sorry if it’s bad.” 
“Shut up and fuck me, Peter.” Tony groans, as Peter starts to push the tip into his body. “You’re gonna be great. I don’t care. We can try over and over.” 
As he slides his cock into the warmth of Tony’s body, Peter knows that they’re going to have to because he’s dangerously close to an orgasm. He watches as Pepper lays down on the bed, her head underneath Tony’s body, and sees her start to lick his cock. He thrusts his hips forward and sees more of Tony’s cock go into her mouth, and her moan is like an aphrodisiac, spurning him on to do more as Tony’s moans become more and more ragged. He looks down and sees that Pepper’s body is so close, and decides to take his right hand away from Tony’s hip and puts it between her silken folds, and starts to play with both her clit and pussy as he fucks Tony’s ass. 
He feels Tony’s body tighten up around his cock, and then he hears him release a very loud and long moan as he starts to come. Peter pushes his cock further into his body as he watches Pepper swallow what she can of her husband’s cum, and watches as some spills down her chin. He feels her inner walls flutter against his fingers and listens to her moan as he brings her to an orgasm as well. It’s enough for him to finally let himself go, and with a deep moan of his own, he spills his own hot spunk deep inside of Tony, feeling completely satisfied. 
Pulling his fingers out of Pepper, he stares in wonder as she pulls them into her own mouth, her chin still decorated with the leftover cum from Tony’s release. Peter pulls out of Tony with a grunt, and out of the corner of his eye he sees him drop down onto the bed. That allows him to move forward and as Pepper keeps sucking on his fingers, he licks up the mess on her chin, swallowing it down his throat as he gets his first taste of Tony’s cum. The rich moan that leaves her mouth at this deplorable act has his cock returning to a full erection. 
“W-Where’s a towel?” He asks, as he looks down at Pepper’s body. “I should clean up, right?” 
“He was clean, so you’re fine.” Pepper pulls him down towards her. His cock slips between her folds, the wetness surrounding him as he slides the tip of his cock up towards her clit. “Yes, Peter.” Her moans do wonders for him, as he keeps teasing her with his cock, before moving his hips down to get the tip of his cock lined up to her dripping pussy. “Let me feel you now, sweetie.” 
Peter turns towards Tony, who is watching them with a wide smile on his face. “Make her feel good, Pete. I know you’re going to do great. I’m still all tingly from that great fuck.” 
“T-Thank you.” He doesn’t know what else to say, and then turns to look at Pepper. “Are you sure?” 
“Yes, Peter” She nods her head. “Now, show me what you’ve got.” 
Closing his eyes, he counts to three before pushing his cock into her body, and groans as her wetness envelops him. He rolls his hips experimentally, and once he finds a rhythm that has her moaning and begging for more, he settles into it. He feels Tony’s hand touching his back as he fucks his wife, and then he turns his head and is treated to a kiss by him. It’s the first time they’re like this, and he finds himself getting lost in the sensations of Tony’s tongue in his mouth while his cock is buried deep inside of Pepper’s body. He pounds into Pepper over and over, and as his kiss comes to an end with Tony, he sees that he’s playing with her clit, getting her closer and closer to an orgasm. As she comes, his own orgasm is close behind, the way her walls flutter around his cock is too much for him. He tries to pull out, but her walls keep him trapped as he comes deep inside of her, all three of them moaning together through this powerful orgasm. 
He slips out of her and falls onto the bed, panting softly as both Tony and Pepper scatter kisses all over his face and neck. “You did perfect, Peter.” Pepper’s soft validation into his ear causes him to smile. “Isn’t that right, Tony?” 
“Oh, definitely.” He groans as he feels something stiff push against his ass. “Don’t tell us you’re already tapped out. I want to get a turn of fucking you too, Peter.” 
“I’d like that.” Turning his head to the side, he sees Tony smiling and then closes his eyes as Pepper’s lips start to kiss him with the same intensity that Tony had been a little while ago. As she kisses him, he feels Tony start to prep his own ass, and then he’s moved by Pepper to be on his back, while Tony lays on top of him. 
“You ready, Peter?” Tony asks, as the tip of his cock pushes up against his now spread hole. “Because I don’t think I can wait any longer.” 
“Y-Yes. I want you.” He moans, his head now resting against Pepper’s breasts, which he starts to lick and suck as he waits for Tony to push into his body. “Please, Tony.” 
“That’s what I like to hear.” 
As soon as Tony’s cock enters his body, he knows he’s done. This is it. He’s found the perfect partners with these two, who can give him as much as he can give to them. As he’s brought to an orgasm by Pepper’s mouth while Tony fucks him through it, all he can do is scream and moan for these two amazing people. He feels Tony slam hard into him, and then that unique feeling of warm wet heat spreads through the lower half of his body, as his hand remains on top of Pepper’s head, as her lips are still treating his cock to some aftercare, causing his entire body to tingle from head to toe. 
Peter stares at the two of them, now all cleaned up and ready for some rest. “Have I passed the test?” 
“Sweetie, you’ve scored the highest.” Pepper smiles, and rests her head against his shoulder. “You’ll come back, won’t you?” 
“You’d better say yes, Peter.” Tony’s voice rumbles in his ear, as his own head is resting near the arc reactor. “Because if you don’t, we’re going to be very sad as you’ve proven yourself to be of vital importance to the both of us.” 
He laughs, and nods his head. “Yes, of course I’m going to say yes. I’ll sign the NDA and then we can set up a time to do this again?” 
“Perfect” Pepper kisses his chest, which causes him to groan softly. “Oh? Did you want to have a little more fun?” 
“If I say no, are you going to be mad?” 
Tony’s low laughter has the hair on his arms standing on end. “No, of course not. But if you don’t wish to do more, I don’t think either of us would say no.” 
And that’s how Peter winds up having more sex with both Pepper and Tony, forgoing sleep to instead have the most incredible orgasms he’s ever had in his life. In the morning, he signs the NDA and gives both Tony and Pepper his cell phone, and while he doesn’t expect either of them to use it unless they wish to get together, he’s pleasantly surprised when they all join a group text and talk about normal everyday things. He knows he’s entering into a crazy relationship with two of the most powerful people on the planet, but he doesn’t care. After that night, he knows that this is where he’s supposed to be. These two were meant for him, and vice versa. Will it last long? He doesn’t care. He’s going to live in the moment, and appreciate every single one with both Tony and Pepper. 
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