HIgh school au request where badboy! tony decided to skip school for a day and brings his nerdy boyfriend! peter for a date
"But what if we get caught?!" Peter asked nervously as they sneaked out of the school together.
"Calm down, doll, you're with me. Nothing bad is gonna happen" Tony smirked, kissing the top of Peter's head.
Peter blushed softly, with his heart racing he followed Tony out of the school and into a nearby park.
They sat together under the shadow of a large tree.
"I've never done this before, you're taking me to the bad ways" Peter whispered in Tony's ear, giggling.
"Oh, baby boy, there's so many bad things I can do to you" he smirked, kissing along Peter's neck, sucking soft hickeys here and there.
Peter moaned softly, blushing furiously "We are in public Tony!" He whisper-yelled.
"So?" He asked continuing to kiss his neck "I know you love to put on a show... You just have that angel face... But your mind is a naughty one, Parker"
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Do you know the trope where two people fake a relationship for some undercover mission, right?
Well, I need a fic like this but as Tony and Peter pretending to be father and son.
At the start they are very uncomfortable with each other and even though they already know eachother, their relationship is more as a mentor/student, more professional (but they still care about the other). Precisely for this reason, the first days are difficult: Peter doesn't want to disappoint Tony again because of homecoming and thinks he's just a burden, while Tony is scared to get close because he thinks he's not a good person and is scared he will end up like his dad because Peter doesn't deserve that (yeah he's already thinking as his father). As expected they don't spoke about their fears, but after living together for a while and slowly as the mission progresses, they begin to get close inevitably, becoming more protective of each other and getting more attached. Faking their father and son relationship is more and more easy through the domestic things they do together, but when they come back from the mission one of them remains hurt. Tony/Peter is going crazy and when the ambulance arrives they're just like "SAVE MY KID/MY DAD" even though they just don't have to fake it anymore. After recovering, Both of them is acting as they acted for the past weeks and everyone (May, Pepper, Rhodey and Happy) is like "since uh when", but Tony and Peter doesn't seem to notice their respective behaviour for days, until Peter calls him Dad.
He didn't mean that, it just slipped away because that's how he called him for weeks, but as soon as he said that word they just stared at each other for one minute. Tony tries to comfort him when Peter starts to panic, saying it was normal after the mission, however Peter does not calm down and confess he sees him like his dad, and is ready to leave when Tony is shocked and remains still.
But just before running away, the man stops him and reaches him and tells him he's not the only one to think that way. They're both emotionally constipated, yet they end up hugging (and Tony kisses his forehead because I'm a sucker for that trope).
At the end they accept their respective role in the other's life and they are closer than ever. Happily ever after (until infinity war).
This is a physical need, give to me a fanfiction like this or there will be consequences.
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Moodboard by @snowstark | we did an exchange where we wrote a drabble for each other’s moodboard!
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@starkerfestivals for Mile High Club
Warnings: nff, teasing, humiliation, power abuse, corrupt politics
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“So why Queens, Mr. Parker?”
The younger man accepts his offer of a drink without hesitation and sips the amber liquid thoughtfully. Everything around him looks custom-tailored for his presence: from his suit to the leather chair at his back, each item effortlessly bends around him, giving the illusion that the world may have been designed exactly for Peter Parker.
He takes his time answering, too— not out of disrespect, but out of careful calculation. As if every word he speaks will be written and recorded in history. “It’s the ultimate privilege to serve the neighborhood you grew up in, is it not Governor Stark?”
Tony shifts in his seat, making sure to keep his body language relaxed and open, “That it is, Mr. Parker. Fair enough— why are you here today?”
“My staff,” Mr. Parker responds easily, brushing back his carefully styled curls, “is prepared to do whatever it takes to earn your support, Governor. You must know this by now, and I am here to contend for that privilege personally.”
“Oh, are you?” Tony likes to tease, likes to play, and something in this kid’s deep, proud eyes says Mr. Parker might be interested in his type of game.
They spend the take off in charged silence. Tony often takes meetings in his jet— nothing is quite as powerful as flying people miles above the earth’s surface for his own pleasure. He’s known about Mr. Parker’s ambitions for a while— his colleagues envy the campaigns that Parker has worked on in the past, unmatched in success.
It was something different that drew Tony in, made him take notice. Some quality in his stance, maybe, or in his voice that had the seasoned Governor of New York eager to have the young businessman in his pocket. Thankfully, Parker doesn’t need to know how much Tony wants. So he waits until his jet is in the air and the few flight attendants have come and gone before making his move.
“Come over here, Mr. Parker,” Tony gestures to a nearby window.
As the young man steps in place, bending at the waist to peer outside, Tony sidles up behind him. Mr. Parker doesn’t move away, and Tony takes the unspoken permission to slide his hands around the smaller man’s waist, pulling them closer at the hips.
His hands splay suggestively across Mr. Parker’s belly, and Tony grins at the small gasp it elicits. Ah, finally a crack in his careful composure. “What do you see, Mr. Parker?”
“Clouds… and trees.” His voice is breathy. Unsure.
Tony hums, “That is the entire state of New York. Every district, every city, every person— mine to overlook. Mine to protect. And they love me, something I’m sure you’re well aware of. One endorsement from me, and the seat in the House will be yours.”
Mr. Parker stands upright, backing further into Tony’s space. The Governor feels smaller hands settle on top of his, and he holds his breath, waiting for Mr. Parker to push him away. Waiting for the darling gem of the election season to deny him this silent request.
“Peter,” the kid whispers. He leans his head back and rests it on Tony’s shoulder, exposing his throat in surrender. “Call me Peter.”
“Oh, Peter,” Tony purrs, “and what do you call me?”
Without hesitation, “Governor.”
“Good boy,” he praises, pressing hungry lips to the fluttering pulse point underneath Peter’s jaw.
A full body shudder works its way up Peter’s spine, and a low moan breaks free, filling the otherwise silent cabin with the sound of his beautiful submission. I bet this is the sound a deer makes, Tony thinks, when a wolf sinks his teeth in for the kill.
Both of them are breathing raggedly as Tony yanks on Peter’s shirt, pulling it free from where it’s tucked into his slacks. As his hand drifts underneath the tailored waistband, Tony reaches to tip Peter’s head back further, nosing up the delicate column of his neck and planting a searing kiss behind his ear.
“Tell me who you belong to, Congressman?” Tony growls, promises and desire laced thoroughly into his words.
Peter breathes, “To you, Governor.”
His body trembles, passion threatening to break free. Tony tries to hold him together, and can’t help but chuckle as Peter squirms in his arms.
He’s always loved taming young talent.
Tony slides his hand lower into Peter’s briefs, and finds him already half hard and leaking through the expensive fabric, staining it with the evidence of his willingness and greed.
“So dirty, fuck Peter. Almost like you expected this.”
A needy whine, “No, I… please Governor.”
“Already going dumb for me, shit,” Tony curses, taking the straining cock in hand and brushing the tip back and forth across the front of Peter’s briefs, spreading the precum around. Peter thrashes, and Tony has to readjust his grip— moving his other hand up to wrap his fingers tight around Peter’s throat.
“Brace your arms,” Tony hisses and tightens both hands, humming in satisfaction when Peter scrambles to obey. It takes a moment of maneuvering, but Tony gets Peter’s pants and briefs down around his ankles with a quick movement before slotting a leg in between Peter’s thighs, grinding his own hardening cock against the swell of the kid’s ass.
Tony starts a steady rhythm on Peter’s cock, stripping it quickly. No need for fanfare with what he has planned today. The kid is blubbering— outright begging, throat bobbing against the hold Tony has on his neck, words lost and unintelligible as Tony wrings his pleasure from him.
“You’re gonna come when I say.”
Peter wails, hands pounding against the side of the plane. Tony can tell he’s close, and speeds up— the wet slap of his palm downright obscene alongside their labored breathing. Tony tightens his fingers, cutting off Peter’s windpipe until he hears choked, tiny gasps.
“P-please—”
“Come for me, Peter.”
He squeezes tighter, flicks his wrist over the head of Peter’s cock, and laughs as the kid explodes across the pressurized window. “Gov— oh, god Governor, fuck, fuck!”
Tony strokes him through it, releasing Peter’s throat and kissing the faint bruises forming there. Peter trembles in Tony’s arms, still riding the high of his orgasm, when Tony releases him, letting the kid crumple to his knees.
As Peter gathers his bearings, Tony unbuckles his belt and slowly draws out his own length. Peter sits up taller on his knees. His eyes immediately find Tony’s cock, and it’s only instinct how his mouth opens wide, body swaying closer in need.
“Close your eyes, kid,” Tony groans, grabbing a handful of curly, matted hair to pull Peter close. His hand is fast— urgent and rough in a way it wasn’t with Peter’s cock— and within moments, he’s pressing the tip against the side of the future Congressman’s face, white-hot cum painting delicious stripes down his pretty cheeks.
Peter’s tongue darts out to taste as Tony breathes through his orgasm, wiping the evidence of his release, his mark, into Peter’s skin in slow circles.
He lets go of Peter’s hair and steps back. Peter slumps back, looking up at Tony with half-lidded eyes, devastatingly messy hair, and cum-stained skin.
“Now—” Tony collects himself, easily tucking his softening cock back into his pants and straightening his suit jacket, “Why Queens, Peter?”
A knowing look flashes across Peter’s face, and the grin he gives in response is downright sinful.
“Proximity.”
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