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Thinking about Tony and Peter. Tony’s his teacher and he’s married. Happily married, but damn it there’s something about the cute curly haired doe eyed boy that sits in front of his class and is always so eager to learn and participate

And he loves his wife, or so he thinks. He knows he’s happily married… right? Well, his mind’s fuzzy right now, he offered Peter a drive home after he saw him wandering around school way too late, and now he’s balls deep in the boy in some random empty parking lot of some park

He knows he’s screwed now, because now he wants more, all while still wearing that wedding ring

Hi luv. I was bad and accidentally may have written 3k words for what was supposed to be just a silly little snippet. So yeah, there's that. If you horny bastard (extremely affectionate) wants to skip to the smut, the first paragraph of it will be colored red.

Seriously, this is so stupidly long it'd be more appropriate to upload to ao3. but it still sucks because I wrote this hurriedly since it was supposed to be a goddamn snippet!!!! A stupid little snippet written for funsies and laughs and sunshines.

As mentioned above this has explicit content!! beware.

This probably contains a few typos and grammar mistakes because I didn't looked it over.

Tony’s always been such a loyal man. He heavily reprimands cheating and sticks to his wife so much that he doesn’t even follow other women on Instagram, besides the ones in his family. And he loves his wife so much, too. They were highschool sweethearts and his eyes spark with something so intense just by looking at her. Tony never labeled himself as anything, either, he’s always been strictly straight. Though he considers himself an ally and would never discriminate against someone based on their sexuality.

Since he’s been with his wife for so long, he’s never even been attracted to anyone else. Sure he finds some women, mainly celebrities, pretty. But that's it. His eyes would immediately find his spouse and his heart always skips a few beats whenever. It feels like they’ve never gotten out of the honeymoon phase, they have sex almost every day.

So, Tony’s satisfied and extremely happy with his life and his partner. They’re so stable and there's so much trust they’re even thinking about having a child.

It’s late august and everything starts once again, as it always robotically does every single year. He’s got a cup of coffee on his hands and he’s been tidying everything in his classroom for an hour now, always wanting to give his students the best first impression. He’s also hoping they won’t get scared away right off the bat because he already teaches the scariest subject, math. He normally has the best, most intelligent students in the school, so it’s always easy and smooth teaching them. He has a great dynamic for a first day, and he just knows everything will be great. It always is

The bell rings and teenagers start coming in, filling the class. Picking their places. He sees some familiar faces, always the one to have a great relationship with students. He’s thinking about lunch when it all runs away from his mind once his eyes fall on a new face. The one of a boy with wild curls and wide, bambi-like eyes. He’s quite slim, but not that much, and he wears funky clothes. He’s got his backpack hanging off one arm and is laughing at something his friend says to him. Tony stares, and he knows it must scare some students because he’s always masking his expression into a serious, almost furious one, even when he doesn’t feel like that ever. The boy must sense that someone is staring at him because he whips his head around and makes immediate eye contact with Tony, who holds it until the younger is flusteredly looking away, his cheeks getting pink.

Tony had something planned for the class but he says screw it and does something slightly different. He makes everyone introduce themselves and talk about something they like. He knows the kids hate that, but he needs to find out more about that cute, innocent looking boy.

Turns out that’s Peter Parker, who likes to build computers and engineering things and dreams of going to MIT.

For the rest of the day, every time Tony looks in Peter’s direction he smiles, and whenever Peter says something or Tony gets the chance, he makes a joke. His heart speeds up and he can feel his cheeks warming up slightly every time Peter laughs, and at lunch he asks if he can sit with him and his other two friends, saying that “not even the teachers want me around here, probably because they hate math in general. I’m a great guy”. Peter just laughs and says “sure, whatever Mr. Stark”. It feels like they’re friends already, or maybe Tony’s just going insane.

Because he has to be going crazy, he thinks on his way home. He’s never, ever felt like that about anyone besides his wife. How long has it been since he’s last blushed? He tries to deny it, brushing it off as his instincts simply telling him that he’d have a great student-teacher relationship with Peter, but he doesn’t believe that one bit. He’s never felt like that for any student ever. And a boy, really?

When he’s home his wife asks him if everything’s okay, and he says he’s just had a tough day with the kids. Bullshit, he’s never gone through a day teaching as smoothly as he did today, and he’s never smiled so much while working. He sleeps with his back turned to his wife that night, not having the heart to look at her while he’s probably developing feelings for someone else, an underage student boy of his whom he's seen for the first time today.

The next few weeks, he falls into an obsession for the boy. He only has lunch with him now, and when both of his friends have to skip class one day, he almost jumps in joy because that means Peter’s attention will be fully on Tony. He makes sure he brushes past Peter when walking on the corridor every time just to talk to him. He probably would’ve thought he was bothering if Peter was any other student, – he wouldn’t even act that way with some other kid – but Peter always laughs at his stupid math puns and waves and smiles at Tony when he sees him with such enthusiasm – Tony reciprocates the act with the same enthusiasm as the boy – Tony knows his head isn’t making anything, and that the kid genuinely likes him.

At home, for the past 3 months, it feels like he’s barely talked to his wife. He tells her how his day went and zones out when she talks about hers. They’ve had sex probably once or twice and he dreads coming home. His wife has mentioned this abrupt change a lot of times, but he tells her he’s “going through a difficult time and isn’t comfortable opening up,” and as the perfect woman she is, she only kisses him and says “I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk.”

At the fourth month he’s had enough, he’s tired of dreaming about brunette curls he can’t reach and fantasizing about virgin, young holes when he fucks his hand – because his wife isn’t good anymore. So when he sees Peter wandering outside of the school on a rainy day, with no other student in sight, he stops and calls for him.

“Come on kid, it’s no problem. I won’t crash the car, I’m a good driver. Promise.”

“You’re sure I’m not bothering, Mr. Stark?”

“Come in already”

“Oh, thank you so much!”

Apparently, Peter’s aunt is only able to pick him up 2 hours after the school’s closed. He types something on his phone while continuing to thank Tony. He’s not sure how he’ll get into this kid’s pants, though.

“So, when are you going to ask Michelle out? I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.” He's making things up, MJ looks at Peter like he’s a dirty raccoon and Peter’s very obviously gay. No prejudice here.

Peter ducks his head and Tony’s sure he’s blushing furiously. “What? I’m not into MJ, sir. I don’t think I could.”

And, fuck, Tony presses his legs together at the honorific and closes his eyes for a second.

“Doesn’t want to mess the friendship up, huh!?”

“I’m… I’m afraid MJ’s not my type, Mr. Stark.”

And even though Tony knew, because teachers always know, he smiles at the confirmation that Peter’s really into men.

“Oh, I see. Well then, any guy you’re interested in?”

And if Peter thinks this is a weird conversation to be having with his teacher who is forty-eight, he doesn’t comment or stop it. Only blushes more.

“Yeah. But he’s much older and much smarter, and would never want someone like me.”

And Tony’s heart only beat faster at that.

“Don’t put yourself down like that.”

“Well, he’s married, too. I know it’s wrong to have feelings for a taken person, but some things you can’t control” He blurts out and hugs himself,like that wasn’t meant to slip out.

And Tony really can’t take this anymore, so he makes a sharp turn to a random parking lot, nearly empty, stops and looks at Peter, who looks back with wide(r) eyes.

“You’re driving me mad, kid.” And kisses him, because he’s really inexperienced at flirting and coercing someone to fuck him, since he lost his virginity to his wife and this is the second time on his life he’s doing this. He’s nervous, ever since Peter entered his car.

He grabs the back of Peter’s head but the boy breaks the kiss off, and Tony’s terrified.

“Mr. Stark.” But instead of an exclamation, it’s almost a whisper. His eyes drop to Tony’s lips, briefly, and then he’s looking at his teacher’s eyes again. “This is wrong.”

“That only makes me harder” And he’s kissing Peter again. This time, he reciprocates it. Very slowly they deepen the kiss, and then Peter’s trying to talk again;

“Mr. Stark,” it comes out breathless and muffled by Tony’s mouth. “This is really wrong.” It’s nearly a moan.

“But you want this, no?” Tony says in a raspy, low tone.

“Yes. Want it so bad.” Peter gets lost in Tony’s mouth momentarily. “But we can’t. I mean, your wife.” Peter forgets to mention everything else – the age difference, pedophilia, power imbalance, the fact that Tony is his teacher. The age gap again, because Peter’s freshly 15 and Tony’s about to turn 49.

“It’s okay if we keep it as our dirty little secret, yeah?”

And maybe that serves as a definite yes for Peter, because he’s climbing on Tony’s lap now and Tony’s dick is so hard already he feels like he’s about to explode.

“Push that, c’mon.” He whines against Tony’s mouth and the teacher’s smiling smugly.

“Bossy, hm?” But he obeys and holds the handle up and forces his back against the seat, making him nearly lay back.

Peter’s back at kissing him fervorously and now he’s grinding against Tony’s crotch and if he doesn't get inside that damn teenager now he’ll commit a criminal act.

He stops making out with the boy and takes Peter’s zip up hoodie and shirt off, caressing his chest and pinching his pink nipples.

“Yours too.” He demands tugging at Tony’s blazer, which he takes off and Peter’s immediately attacking his neck.

“Don’t leave marks. Not on my neck.”

“I’ll mark you on your hips then.” It’s both an affirmation and a question.

“Please.” Never did Tony think he’d be begging a teenager to leave hickies on his body, but fuck him if it doesn't make his cock leak.

Peter complies with his promise and dips his head down on Tony’s body, leaving open mouth kisses all the while maintaining firm eye contact with the older man. He’s smirking and Tony wants to punch it off his face because he’s fifteen and taking control of Tony.

He stops at his hip bone and sucks there, it’s strong and almost like he’s trying to suck a thick milkshake up a straw. He licks after, only once, not as an apology but just because he can.

He palms at Tony’s dick that’s still covered by his slacks and commands: “You’re going to fuck me against the seat.”

Tony flips their positions immediately, desperately. The seat is not all the way down so Peter’s almost sitting up, and he grinds his ass against Tony’s dick, turning his head around and looking pompously at Tony, with that stupid smirk back on his lips.

“You’re a slut. A cheap, easy one at that” He says trying to gain some kind of control over the situation, even though he wants to let himself go.

“A virgin, sir, it’s just easy playing guys like you.” He refers to Tony like he’s a toy and might as well have come in his pants.

He slides Peter’s pants and underwear off and spreads his cheeks, admiring the fluttering pink hole. He really wants to give the kid a rimjob but he can’t wait any longer, so he picks the little lube packet he keeps next to the hand brake, opens it with his teeth and smears it all over his fingers and Peter’s hole.

“I’m clean, by the way. Only had sex with my wife, who only had sex with me, and we get checked often”

“I think I’m getting the appeal of your cheating kink now”

Tony laughs and once he feels Peter’s open enough, he struggles to take his pants with one hand and coats his dick with his lubed one. He gives it a few strokes while staring at Peter’s face, who dropped his half-lidded eyes to Tony’s crotch.

He puts only the tip in and really, he was trying to be nice and gentle as to not completely obliterate that virgin hole, but Peter pushes back and says “Just fuck m’ already, I practice enough at home”

And Tony’s a lost cause, because next thing he knows he’s pounding onto that stupid brat like he’s mad at him. He pins Peter’s head to the headrest and fucks him like it’s the last thing he’ll do on earth. He grabs his waist hard enough to leave his finger imprints engraved there.

He lowers his head and whispers profanities to Peter. “Fucking slut, going around older married men like that” “Liar, no way a stupid virgin would be like this” “You probably get passed around at a frat house don’t ya?”

Peter’s got an almost pained expression on his face but he’s moaning so loudly, and at some point he grabs Tony’s ass just to leverage himself and meets his thrusts. The car is moving so wildly anyone who looks at it will immediately be able to tell what’s going on, and the windows are foggy, dripping with condensation.

He lasts a lot longer than he thought he would, and when he starts to get closer to the edge, he grabs Peter’s neglected cock. The precum that leaked out of the tip serves as enough lube to not make it painful.

They’re fucking like wild, rabid animals now. Nothing’s on their mind except for each other. And yeah, Peter’s not lying. He is a virgin, with such a tight hole and sensitive little dick.

They come nearly at the same time with loud moans of each other’s name – Peter’s still calling him Mr. Stark, even when said mister’s ball deep with his cum stuffed in Peter’s ass.

There’s not much after that, they can’t clean up so they just dress up again, silently but not awkwardly. Tony kisses Peter again, softer this time. They make out for a while, Peter back on the passenger seat and Tony’s up. They only stop because Tony’s neck hurts and they both really have to go home.

They exchange numbers at Peter’s apartment complex hall entry. They kiss once again just for good measure, and Peter runs off laughing – “I have to stop you, ‘else you’ll just keep going.”

Tony goes home with the biggest smile on his face, he’s still so high on the best orgasm he’s ever had and the love he feels blooming on his chest for that kid. When he parks his car on his garage, he rubs both hands on his hair and laughs foolishly, like an idiot at the ceiling.

But then he’s home, to his wife. And it all comes crashing down, the horniness and bliss wearing down. He entered the house with a big smile, so of course she’s also smiling. He kisses her, because he can’t not kiss her. But he feels his stomach turning.

He tries to keep the smile on his face, but it’s hard. He says he’s happy because the students weren’t as tough today, and his wife smiles at him. Because she doesn't know he’s a cheating pedophile.

He showers, and briefly forgets all his worries because he closes his eyes and the soft make out session and enthusiastic waves and smiles shine bright behind his eyelids. He smiles without showing his teeth, at particularly nothing but the memory of a smart, shameless teen.

He doesn't text Pete <3 that night, and (tries to) sleep with his back turned to what he thought was the love of his life once again. He stares at the ring on his hand, and has to close his eyes so tears don’t glide down his face.

He’s fucked up, big time. And he doesn't know what to do. He still loves his wife so much, but gosh everything about Peter seems to be a thousand times better than her. And maybe he’s mistaken, so mistaken. Because he’s only known Peter for four months and he’s known his wife for longer than the time Peter’s been on this earth. But he hasn’t blushed at his wife or anything related to her in more than a decade, he hasn’t gotten so hard just talking to her, he never felt so enthusiastic about her, he’s never felt like that about her. Or maybe he did, at some point. But it’s been so long, and his eyes don’t sparkle when he sees her walking down the corridor anymore.

He slips with what feels like a family of elephants worthy of guilt weighing down on his shoulder. Because he also just defiled a goddamn fifteen year old kid. He fucked someone 33 years younger than him, his student, someone he’s supposed to be a good example for. Fuck, he’s a fucking pedophile. A pedophile who cheats.

He dreams of dark brown curls between his legs, though, and wakes up with bile rising up on his throat. He doesn't look in the mirror while getting ready, but still smiles at Peter when he sees him. His heart still beats harder on his chest and his cheeks get warmer, and maybe they make out at a secret, dark spot only Tony knows about at the school. Maybe they laugh between kisses, and Peter has to shove the man away because “Oh my gosh, Tony, you’re just insatiable!”

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