Hey Baby, Slip between my Beta-Pleats and get to know my Alpha-Helix? - A starker story by @starkerforlife6969 and @darker-soft-starker
Summary: Even though Tony can’t tell the difference between Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, Peter really has no other choice. His heat is around the corner, so even though he loathes the party-going, booze-drinking, smug playboy know-it-all that is Tony Stark - He’ll just have to do.
TW: a/o dynamics, heat sex, college student au, feminization, size kink, knotting, enemies to friends to lovers (amazing edits by @darker-soft-starker)
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Tony knows he’s not really licensed to be in this far, but sue him, how often do you get to explore a sorority?
The smell is phenomenal. It’s making him a little hard, truth be told, but he’s Tony Stark and if anyone catches him with a boner, really, it’s just part of his reputation. He’s actually very proud of his sex tape collection on Porn Hub. The comments are a wonderful ego boost (not that he needs it). Besides, the scowl his father gives him every time he goes home makes him feel rather viciously good.
The sororities are always much cleaner than the frats, and Kappa Kappa Tai is no exception. There are twinkly lights strewn up everywhere, and insane chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and pink fluffy carpets. This is one of the most exclusive sororities in the world, for only the richest omegas, and that means the guest list is pretty tight- but, as always, Tony’s been invited.
Obviously. He’s only the most eligible Alpha on campus, who wouldn’t-
“What are you doing up here?” Comes an accusing voice, and Tony turns to see- of course.
“Princess,” he greets slyly, offering a two-fingered salute to Peter Parker, who’s just come out of what must be his bedroom. Damn, what Tony would do to see what it was like inside. For now, he settles for dragging his eyes over the boy. Peter’s gorgeous, there’s no point denying it, as annoying and prissy as he is. If it wasn’t for his personality, Tony’s sure he might be in love with him.
But he doesn’t like to dwell on hypotheticals.
Tony has looks and brains, and he needs someone on his level.
But it doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate the view. Peter’s dolled up for the party (but when isn’t he dolled up?) in a thin white dress with fur along the hems. It makes his skin looks positively edible. His perfect curls are tinged with silver highlights today, and the halo hangs over his head. The theme is Heavenly Bodies and this angel fits the bill. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He winks.
Peter glowers at him, crossing his arms and huffing. “You’re not allowed to be up here, Anthony. Who even invited you?”
He shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “It’s not my fault I’m irresistible.”
“Irresistible?” Peter scoffs, rolling his eyes in a way that irks Tony. “Hardly. What are you even supposed to be?”
Tony glances down at his casual outfit and raises an eyebrow. “I’m sin, can’t you tell?”
“No effort. Bare minimum. Wow, you must be cool,” Peter drawls sarcastically, hips swaying as he walks towards the stairs. Tony can’t help but stare as those white heels click-clack against the floor. He catches himself ogling, and instead decides to glare at the back of Peter’s head, and hurries after him.
“So cool,” Peter agrees easily, not even looking at him, and Tony fumes. Another Alpha is lying at the bottom of the stairs, rolling around drunkenly and Tony reaches out to steady Peter in case he trips. His hand curls around the smaller boy’s shoulder, and he’s a little struck by how silky smooth the skin is there- how his hand could envelope him whole- when Peter elegantly slips out of his grip and gracefully skips over the drunken Alpha. He smiles sweetly at Tony. “Don’t touch what you can’t afford, Tony,” he whispers with a wink, and Tony can’t help the startled laugh that bubbles out of his throat.
“I think out of all the Alphas here, I’m probably one of the only ones who could afford-”
“Holy shit! Are you two together?” The drunk Alpha cheers, “finally! Bruce owes me $20-”
“We are not together!” The two of them say in unison.
“Me and Tony?” Peter continues, looking remarkably unruffled. “First off: ew. Do these Chanel kitten heels look like they walk beside an Alpha who was once so hungover he fell asleep face-first in an ants nest? I don’t think so.” He flicks a curl and struts off.
Tony turns to the drunk Alpha who looks sad at the news he hasn’t won his bet. Tony wonders just how many bets there are about him and Princess Peter, He wants to laugh. Him and that high maintenance little minx? Hardly. “Don’t worry champ,” he soothes, patting the Alpha on the back, “there are other bets to win.”
The alpha looks devastated. “But you two are perfect for each other,” he says emphatically and Tony laughs.
“Me and Petey? Not in this lifetime.”
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