Nnf. Saw you were taking smol prompts and I have a burning need for Peter having a field trip to Stark Industries and Tony steals him away and wrecks him before pushing him back into the group.
Just to note, this is probably super bad because the inspiration to write this just came in the middle of my study time, then I quickly wrote this in like half an hour. Enjoy anyways! (psst, I didn't edit it.)
Peter doesn’t a have a reputation to ruin. He doesn’t have much to his name, doesn’t stand out from the crowd and certainly isn’t popular at school. He’s an average nerd who focuses on school and friends. He goes to decathlon two days a week, spends hours in the school labs after school, builds Lego sets, binges Netflix shows on the weekends and have family dinners with Aunt May and Ned. He’s a completely normal teenager with a completely average life.
Only if you take away the fact he’s a part-time superhero and Iron Man’s secret boyfriend. Peter is an average nerd who focuses on school, friends and how to blow his older boyfriend properly. He goes to decathlon two days a week—to which Tony supports him wholeheartedly on—spends hours in the school labs and Stark labs after school, builds Lego sets given to him as sugar baby gifts (as MJ calls them), binges Netflix shows with his boyfriend on the weekends and have special date nights that usually ends up with Tony ramming Peter into the bed, screaming out his name. He’s a completely normal teenager in an awesome relationship.
And right now, at this moment, Peter would say his relationship is not only awesome, but nothing less than phenomenal.
“You’re a filthy little slut aren’t you?”
Animalistic growls rips through the air, sweet whimpers and aching whines intertwining with both of their harsh deep breathing. The bathroom echoes with the slapping of skin and groans of pleasure, two bodies moving fluidly. It’s hot, heady and very much the reason why Peter is always kept on his toes in their relationship; the reason why he’ll never look at another person when Tony is in the room.
Tony’s hold is unforgiving, rough and deep; fingers leaving bruises into Peter’s flushed skin, which they both know will only last a day. The warm heat he’s thrusting into can’t be any better, the way Peter contracts around him like he wants more, the mewls that he makes every time he brushes against his prostate.
“Always so hungry for my cock. Don’t worry about asking for my attention, your tight ass always makes wanna crawl back and take it for myself.”
Peter is shaking but taking all of it in, accepting and unwavering in the face of Tony’s controlled brutality. The jeans around his thighs keep him from spreading his legs further, bent over the bathroom sink as he watches his reflection; blotchy pink skin, sweaty and hair sticking in every direction from Tony’s rough hands. The tip of his nose brushes the mirror every time Tony moves his hips, a drawn out moan from both of them following right after.
“That’s—ah, why you called m-me up during my—oh god—field trip. Fuck!” Peter moans, words in his head turning to static, unable to think through the haze of arousal.
Like every interaction they have, it’s like two magnets, polar opposites, attracted to each other. They gravitate towards the other, unable to pull away as if it’s like the universe had tied their souls together. Every touch, every caress, every kiss, it’s like satiating a need within the two, only relieved when in contact.
It’s utterly intoxicating.
Tony reaches for Peter’s hand, and their fingers intertwine. A small spark of loving intimacy in a session of passionate, hard fucking.
And just like that, they feel a huge wave of pleasure wash over them at the same time. Tony quickly reaches over to clamp his hand over Peter’s mouth, knowing how loud he can be when he finishes. Warm tingles that trickle down to the tip of their toes turning into shivers. Peter can see Tony leaning over his back in the mirror, eyes screwed shut and teeth biting into the hood of Peter’s jacket to keep himself quiet. With one last wave, they both shiver and slump.
Tony tries to hold himself up over Peter, but the strenuosity quickly kicks in, soreness deep in his muscles. Peter takes pity and stands up, quickly turning around to heave Tony against the counter, barely using any of his spider strength.
They take a moment, staring into each other’s eyes before quietly giggling. Tony wraps his hand around the nape of Peter’s neck, and pulls him in until their foreheads touch. Pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, Tony mumbles, “Clean up.”
Peter nods and proceeds to grab piles of tissue, pulling up his jeans.
After cleaning up the mess and themselves, Tony grabs Peter by the forearm and pull him to the door. Tony holds up a finger, gesturing to keep quiet, and he presses his ear against the door. A few moments pass and a grin splits Tony’s lips, “Right on time.”
Just when Peter is about to ask what he meant, Tony unlocks the bathroom and pushes him outside. Immediately, Peter sees his class trailing in front of him, unaware he’s right behind them.
Peter turns back to see Tony walking towards the elevator, as if nothing ever happened the last twenty minutes.
Clearing his throat, and praying to God he doesn’t look too suspicious, he catches up with the rest of his class. Ned and MJ, who are at the back of the group, take notice of him.
“Dude, where were you?” Ned asks, worry on his face. Peter waves a hand, mouth opening.
“I bet he was getting fucked by Mr. Stark in that bathroom they both just got out of.”
Peter turns to MJ, a sheepish look on his face. Ned laughs, “Not only that, you have sex hair and your face is pink.”
Quickly running his hand through his locks, he tries to calm his racing heartbeat. “It wasn’t too obvious, was it?”
MJ and Ned smirk, “No, cause we were able to cover for you.”
“Phew, okay good. I owe you guys.”
