Warnings: this is a dark fic which may contain noncon, violence, and other dark elements. Please keep in mind that all events and characters are fictional. Be mindful of the content you consume and pay heed to the warnings given.
Character: Tony Stark
This is a sister series to One
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You sit in the front row, like you do in every lecture. Just like you’re top of the class in every course. You don’t miss a class or a reading or a due date. Unlike the rest of your peers, you’re not here for the party life, you are here for an education’; for a future.
As your fellow pupils type their notes on their laptops, if they’re even bothering too, you’re writing each word by hand. You listen intently, eyes stuck to Professor Stark as he speaks with his hands, curling his fingers to emphasize his points. His voice carries effortlessly around the airy space, echoing in your ears.
You watch him just as rapaciously as you cling to his every word. His dark hair is laced with gray and his handsome features are lined perfectly with age. A man seasoned just right by the passage of time.
And he isn’t unaware of the effect he has, even on girls barely half his age, though there are few among his audience. Engineering tends to be inhospitable to the quote ‘fairer’ sex.
Yet his first-year physics is overcrowded with girls agog at his devilish smirk. It’s not lost on you how a wink could make one feel something or another. But you remind yourself that this is an academic setting and you shouldn’t be thinking of your professor in that light.
Besides, you’re not his type, are you?
You grimace as you pull your thoughts back to your slanted writing. Ugh, focus. You don’t need to watch Julie twirl her hair as she tries to snare Stark’s attention or notice how Lydia shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. These girls are there for an elective, but this is a core course. You can’t mess this up.
As the three-hour slot comes to an end, a sigh of relief ripples through the rows of students. Lap desks are folded down and laptops snapped shut. A chatter buzzes through the lecture hall but you take your time packing up.
You close your notebook and pull your messenger bag into your lap. Lydia stands, hooking her purse on her shoulder as she fixes her skirt deliberately. She’s brazen enough to spend the lecture beaming up at Dr. Stark without taking a single word down. He doesn’t even seem to mind as she takes obvious selfies and pouts out her lips. It’s like a game to her. Not everyone has a rich daddy to buy their degree.
Julie gives a moping look but is dragged off by her sole companion. You spoke to them once on the first day but quickly realised they are too vapid to stomach. You curl your lip as you glance over at the steady tide of fleeing students.
Lydia takes her chance to approach the podium. She leans on it as Stark powers down the projector. You can’t hear her churlish whispers but he chuckles in return. As he looks at her, a gleam in his dark eyes, you stare. It’s like you don’t even exist.
She reaches to touch his sleeve and he leans in. His silty tone rolls through the silence but his words are indiscernible. You bite the inside of your lip. You’re right there. How could he want those dumb girls and their overglossed lips? You have a brain, you have substance.
Uh, but aren’t you just as stupid? Thinking about it at all. Wandering off in your mind when you should be studying? Spending those moments before your staggered sleep picturing Dr. Stark and his trimmed goatee, wondering if his silvered hair is as soft as it looks.
Pathetic. You sling your bag on your shoulder and march to the door. You grab the handle and pull it open, the hinges whining. You cringe and glance back. You’re a ghost, you are air, you are nothing to them. How can that be?
Neither of them notice you. They are close, so close. You could stay and watch them and they wouldn’t even know. Professor Stark shamelessly reaches to hook his finger down the front of Lydia’s shirt, given a tug as he leers at her cleavage. She giggles and you leave before your stomach turns.
You don’t want to be like Lydia. Or Julie. Or the countless other girls who’ve passed over his office desk. You don’t want to be another tick mark. You don’t know what you want. You just want that knot in your chest to come undone. It’s a distraction you don’t need.
You could never be jealous of those girls. With their short skirts and crackly trills. You could never fawn over a man with that dumb look on your face. You don’t want to simper to Dr. Stark, you want to have a discussion with him, to learn from him, to witness his genius. Those girls signed up because they needed to fill a box and because they knew his reputation. You sat on the waitlist for a month because you want to be the best so you need to learn from the best.
No, you are not like them.
Your fists ball so tight your nails jab into your palms and your jaw aches from gritting your teeth. It isn’t envy, it’s indignity. They don’t deserve to sit in those seats, they don’t deserve to take in his brilliance all the while it slips in one ear and leaks out the other.
You just don’t get why he humours them. You don’t get how they are his type. They are empty. They are dull. You might not have the experience but you highly doubt they offer much more on their backs.
Well, you’ll be there next semester, in Physics II and they’ll be off to their arts classes, learning verbs and writing redundant papers on the meaning of the colour blue. He doesn’t see you now but he will. How could he not? You are not like the other girls.
professor tony stark omg if u write for him maybe always getting lost in class cuz he makes you so nervous and shy and after class he’s like what’s wrong sweet heart
today is sacreligious saturday >:)) request some dark fics!
i do!! i'm doing this as part of sacreligious sunday bc of the professor/student dynamic, but both parties are over 18 and consenting.
Your stomach filled with dread as you stepped up to the professor's desk, having been called to stay after class. You wished that the anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach would make way for the butterflies that appeared when you looked at the man, but the sinking feeling in you seemed to be winning out.
Professor Stark sat expectantly behind his desk, eyes on the last student besides you to leave the classroom, then on the door as it swung shut, and only when he heard the soft 'click' did he turn his attention to you.
"Miss Y/L/N, yes?" His voice was almost as mesmerizing than his face, deep and silky smooth, sending those butterflies that had been crushed by your anxiety fluttering about again.
You nodded silently, cheeks heating up as he smiled warmly at you, "Sweetheart," The pet name sent your heart soaring, the dread draining from your stomach, "There's something I'm a little concerned about. You seem to be spacey during classes. Is there any reason? Are you okay?"
You were fairly certain the 'spacey' demeanor he mentioned had shown itself most prominently today when you'd broken not one but two vials, and set fire to the sink at your lab table. Neither had been your proudest moment, and both had started because you were distracted in staring at your professor.
"Um, yes professor," You finally spoke. cursing yourself for the way your voice shook, "I'm fine. Really!" You insisted, waving away his concerned expression, "I'm just- This is," You paused, trying to come up with a lie, "This is a new environment for me, and it makes me a bit nervous."
"Well, if you're uncomfortable with our setup, you should probably be spending more time here." One of Professor Stark's hands came up to rub his jaw, "Would you have any interest in being my student aide? I've been looking for one for a while now. All you'd have to do would be sanitize equipment and help me grade. But it would get you a lot more time in here, and hopefully you'd be less anxious."
His proposal was given with a thoughtfully encouraging smile, but you couldn't help but take it further than just a helpful suggestion. He wanted you to help him? Every day? He wanted you to be his student aide? You knew absolutely nothing about chemistry, which was why you should have probably turned down the offer and gotten your delusions in check.
But you didn't.
"I think that's a fantastic opportunity, Mr. Stark," You smiled brightly, cheeks burning, "Thank you for considering it."
He brightened at your words, "Anything I can do to help." You would listen to his strong voice for the rest of your life if you could, and hey, this would be a start, "Now, I'd need you early in the morning until pretty late in the afternoon, and we'll start three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Does that work for you?"
You nodded eagerly, legs like jelly as you imagined what it would be like to be stuck in the lab with Professor Stark for three whole days a week, plus your regular class sessions. He smiled brightly at you, the charming sight only adding to your flustered reaction.
"Alright then, I'll see you at seven tomorrow morning?"
"Seven tomorrow morning," You confirmed, gripping the strap of your book bag as you dazedly made your way out of the classroom, nearly tripping over a garbage can on your way out, "Goodbye Professor!"
I’m looking for this fic on ao3 where Peter is a homeless college student and Tony is a professor who takes him in and lets him live with him after finding him in the rain at the library pls help🙏
Quantum Mechanics 5010 by PipGraham
Professor Stark doesn't know much about Peter Parker, he only knows the kid's performance in class has been slipping lately. Tony is about to find out why
oooh peter sucking prof. tony's cock under his desk while he lectures for a better test grade or just like begging for a better grade hehe
Link to AO3
Peter knew exactly what he was getting himself into when Professor Stark had asked him to stay behind so they could discuss his grade. Ned and MJ had shot him a sympathetic look, and Peter had had to fake a grimace for show when in reality, his dick was doing the farthest thing from grimacing right now.
This wasn’t the first time Professor Stark had requested that he stay for a discussion, which was exactly how he knew that there wouldn’t be much of a discussion happening once the other students left.
And sure enough, the moment the door closed, Peter turned to face Tony, immediately striding closer so he could press his lips against the older man’s.
“Hang on, Pete,” Tony grunted. He closed the blinds, locked the door, then returned, surprising Peter by lifting him right into his arms, cupping his ass, then settling him on the edge of his desk. He kissed Peter, hard and fast and sloppy, and when they pulled apart, Peter tugged at Tony’s tie and complained, “Too many layers.”
Tony raised an eyebrow at him which clearly meant, behave.
In an effort to wipe the stern look off of his face, Peter leaned forward and kissed Tony again, arching his back to press into it, especially when Tony seemed content to let him lead this time. After a few moments of indulging him, Tony pushed a hand through his hair and pulled him back so that he had to strain his neck to be able to meet eye contact.
Peter licked his lips, hiding a smirk when Tony’s eyes immediately flitted down to follow the movement. “You needed to see me, Professor?” he said softly, grinning.
“I did.” Tony’s eyes darkened, almost hungrily, which meant he had something good up his sleeve—and when that happened, Peter ended up crying or getting fucked hard enough to feel it for the rest of the day. Or both. Usually both.
“Well, why don’t you go ahead and tell me?” Peter purred, leaning forwards to hook his arms around Tony’s neck seductively.
Tony grabbed his arms before he could, making him pout. The man leaned close enough for their noses to brush against each other’s, and when he spoke, it was low and quiet, just barely audible enough. “We need to discuss your grade on your latest test in my class, Mr. Parker.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Peter breathed back.
Without even looking away, Tony yanked out a package of paper from his desk drawer, and held it right in front of Peter’s face. On the top was a big, fat 69, scrawled in messy writing and circled with a question mark in the corner.
Peter pouted, temporarily distracted from his initial plan to get into Tony’s pants and reached out to take it from the man’s hands. “Why’d you grade so hard?” he huffed, dismayed, after flipping through it.
“I didn’t.” Tony leaned back against his chair, crossing his arms, and oh, okay, he looked every bit like a disappointed professor now.
It went straight to Peter’s dick, and he swallowed, looking up at Tony defiantly. “This is gonna drop my grade a lot.”
“No shit.” Tony took the test back from him, tossing it on the desk carelessly before yanking Peter off of the desk without a warning, making him gasp. He pushed Peter’s shoulder downwards, and Peter let himself be manhandled down to his knees without protest, not even flinching when his knees hit the floor with a thump. “You wanted a bit of attention from me, is that it?”
“No,” Peter gasped. “I swear.”
“Then why’d you fuck up so badly this time?” Tony snapped, sounding genuinely irritated. “You’ve never gotten anything below a 90 in my class. What, were you too busy sucking dick and getting yourself off to study? You think that kind of filthy behaviour is acceptable in my class?”
“No,” Peter repeated, shaking his head hard enough to give himself whiplash. “I just—I didn’t—I studied!”
“Clearly not enough.” Tony sat down in his seat, appraising him, then reached out and pressed the toe of his Oxford to the tent in Peter’s pants, making him inhale sharply. Tony smirked and pressed harder, nudging Peter’s knees apart farther.
“Please.” Peter shuddered. “Professor, I’ll do anything. Lemme raise my grade. Please. I can spend more time with you after class, to make up f-for it.”
Tony laughed condescendingly. “You think that’s a punishment for you, Mr. Parker?” He leaned forward, thumbing at Peter’s lip before pushing into his mouth. “I don’t reward filthy boys.” He watched Peter for a few minutes, clearly content with how they were, before pulling his thumb out to wipe it off in his hair. “But if you ask very, very nicely, maybe I’ll consider a grade change. But you’d have to really convince me.”
“I can,” Peter gasped, surging forward, mouth watering. “Please, Professor, I—”
“Mm. That’s not what you call me.” The only indication of how much Peter’s pleas were affecting Tony was the fact that the man let his legs sprawl open wider.
Peter shuffled forwards on his knees, and Tony met him halfway by rolling forwards in his chair so that Peter was still lodged underneath his desk. Peter leaned forward, letting his eyes flutter shut as he mouthed at Tony’s bulge for a few moments. “Please, Daddy.”
“Mmm, there we go.” Tony reached out, sliding a hand through his hair, pushing his curls out of his forehead. He gently pushed Peter off of himself, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, drawing his cock out from his pants. “Maybe you will earn yourself some extra marks by the end of the day.”
That was Peter’s cue to take his cock into his mouth, immediately taking him all the way down, practically drooling for it already. He heard a sharp intake of breath from above him, which only encouraged his efforts to take Tony apart with his mouth. He knew just how much Tony liked fucking his mouth, making him take it and take it and take it until he came down his throat, then watched him swallow every drop of come gratefully like his life depended on it, and he was sure that today wouldn’t be any different.
Sometimes, though, Tony surprised him.
Today was one of those days.
The man picked up his test again, flipping through it as though Peter wasn’t gagging on his dick. “Wrong here, wrong here, and wrong again… all only on the first page, too. You see what I mean?” Tony sighed, sounding like Peter had disappointed him beyond his capacity to be disappointed. “I mean, a 69? Mr. Parker, I expected better from you. Was I mistaken to think that?”
Peter let out a small whine, which Tony ignored.
“The test wasn’t that hard. I mean, that spoiled brat in the back—Eugene, I think his name was—he got an 86.” Tony watched Peter for a few moments, then stopped him to stroke the back of his fingers down Peter’s cheek, almost affectionately. “You know, I always thought you were the smartest in the class, since the first day of class. But maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe instead of sitting with the others, I should just keep you here, under my desk, so I can have my cock kept warm while I give a lecture. Maybe that’s all you’re good for—my little cockwarmer. I mean, you certainly look the part right now, don’t you?”
Peter’s eyes fluttered shut at his words. His boxers were growing damp with precome.
“Too bad I can’t actually do that, though.” Tony sounded genuinely regretful, still holding Peter down onto his cock. “I don’t think you’d be good at keeping quiet.” As if to make his point, Tony’s cock hit the back of his throat and Peter gagged, pulling back to cough, eyes watering. He looked up, sniffling, when Tony tutted from above him.
“You see, Mr. Parker? This is exactly what I mean when I say I can’t have you gagging on my dick during class. You’re too loud and messy. Everyone would know I’m hiding a slut under my desk, and then where would we be?” Tony pulled him back onto his dick by his hair, holding him there for a few seconds before letting him come back up, spluttering for breath.
After taking a few moments to compose himself, Peter cautiously took him back into his mouth, sucking properly now, letting his tongue trace the veins on the underside of his cock. Tony let out a small groan. “Fuck, the mouth on you,” he swore softly. He let Peter continue his efforts for a few more minutes before pulling him off again. “Alright, alright, enough.”
Panting, Peter sat back on his heels, licking his swollen lips. He looked up at Tony questioningly, suddenly wondering if he’d done something wrong—usually, Tony never stopped him once they got started.
Tony laughed at the quizzical expression on his face, then snapped his fingers and pointed at his desk. “Bend over. I want to fuck you today. I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want to bury my cock in your tight fuckin’ ass so you can show me that if you can’t get a good grade by studying, you can at least get it by letting your professor take you over his desk.”
Peter’s lips parted at the words, the image making his head dizzy with want. He scrambled onto his feet, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to obey. He shoved his pants down eagerly, along with his boxers, and stepped out of them, and after a small pause, tore his rumpled shirt off of himself. He bent over, reaching out to grasp the opposite edge of the desk, and gasped when Tony effortlessly lifted him onto the desk, folding his knees so that his ass was up and his head down. “Like this,” he growled, pinching the inside of Peter’s thigh, making him yelp.
Peter moaned when he heard the familiar click of the bottle of lube, then gasped when Tony squirted some onto his fingers before rubbing them on his hole. Keening, he whined, “O-Oh, fuck—”
“Crying for it already, sweetheart?” Tony sounded fond as he slipped a finger in, and then two, scissoring him open quickly enough for it to burn just the way Peter liked it. “Oh, you’re so desperate for daddy’s cock, aren’t you? Have you been thinking about it all day?”
“N-No—”
“Shhh. That’s alright. I know, it’s embarrassing to be so needy. But you can’t deny it, baby. That’s just who you are.” Tony’s fingers rubbed against his prostate, making him wail high-pitched. “Oh, no, that won’t do. Too loud. You trying to attract attention from other professors now, too?” Tutting, Tony came around his desk to face Peter, then undid his tie before rolling it up into a wad and holding it out. “Open.”
Peter obediently opened his mouth, shuddering when Tony shoved it in, effectively muffling any noises.
“There we go. Much better.” Looking pleased, Tony made his way back around, concentrating on working him open once more.
Peter moaned, pushing back on his fingers, and Tony cracked a hand across his left cheek, and then his right, his fingers still buried in Peter’s hole. “Greedy,” he admonished, twisting his fingers and making Peter jerk. “You’re a sight, baby. Needy. Slutty. Cock-stupid.” Tony worked a third finger in for a few moments, before pulling them out.
Peter jumped when Tony placed a hand on his hip, and he shuddered, salivating and soaking the tie in his mouth.
“You ready to earn that A, sweetheart?” Tony murmured, and chuckled when Peter nodded eagerly, pressing back. “Yeah, I know you are.” He pushed in, making Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head because fuck, Tony was big enough to make him dizzy.
They worked into a pace, Peter pushing back against Tony every time the man canted his hips, making them both groan in unison.
Tony pushed a hand into his hair, yanking his head back, and gripped Peter’s hip with the other. “You’re always so tight, baby, no matter how much time I spend fucking you.” Tony’s voice was low and throaty, and it went straight to Peter’s dick. “What am I gonna do with you, huh? Does Daddy have to pop your cherry every time we do this? Or maybe I should tell you to prep yourself before coming to class every day. Now wouldn’t that be nice?”
Peter shuddered, making a pitiful noise at the back of his throat, and his cock bobbed.
Tony laughed, and released his hair in favour of gripping the base of his cock with his fingers. “Oh no you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t get to make a filthy mess all over my desk and your paper. You don’t deserve that. Not when you got such a bad mark.” He pulled all the way out before pushing back in, making Peter keen. “Or maybe that’s exactly what we should do. Should we make that pretty cock of yours spill all over your paper? Would really help you remember what happens when you focus on nothing but dick, huh?”
Tony leaned forward, mouthing at his shoulder, then bit down hard enough to make Peter let out a muffled cry. “Gonna mark you up,” he muttered against his skin. “Gonna remind you who you belong to, whose dick you suck to pass your classes.”
Peter pushed back against him again, whining, and Tony chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he purred, kissing his shoulder. “I won’t tell. It’ll be our little secret.”
He gripped both sides of Peter’s hips with his hands, hard enough to bruise, and began to fuck him in earnest. It wasn’t long before Tony gave a warning groan that Peter was all too familiar with, spilling into his ass, and he instinctively tightened, milking Tony’s cock dry.
“Fuck,” Tony panted, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck.” He slowly pulled out, and Peter stayed in position, too tired to move.
After a few seconds, Peter heard the rustle of Tony zipping his pants back up, and he let out a dry, grateful sob when Tony circled around to take the tie out of his mouth, damp with his spit now. He took Peter’s arm, then pressed it into the palm of his hand, making him shudder. “‘s y-your tie, Daddy.”
“Nah, baby. I have more.” As if to prove his point, Tony reached over the desk and opened his left drawer, revealing a box of ties, and took one out before looping it around his neck, underneath the collar of his shirt. He knotted it, then gestured to the wad of cloth in Peter’s hand. Leaning closer, he kissed him for a few long seconds, then murmured against his lips, “When you get yourself off tonight, I want you to take that tie and wrap it around your pretty cock, and make a fuckin’ mess out of it. Got it?”
Peter stared wide-eyed, then nodded, making Tony smile. The man traced the outline of his lips with his thumb tenderly, a sharp contrast from the earlier roughness, then leaned in to kiss him.
Peter let his eyes flutter shut, basking in the affection. “Daddy,” he breathed when they pulled apart, making Tony grin.
The man stepped around the desk to circle back around, and Peter’s breath hitched in his chest when Tony pulled his cheeks apart to admire his come leaking out of his hole.
“So pretty, baby,” Tony murmured. “Look at’chu. So messy. ‘s not your fault though, you can’t help it.” He cracked a hand on Peter’s left cheek, hard enough for the sound to echo, then pulled back. “Get dressed. You know I have another lecture in ten minutes.”
Peter let out a soft whine, clambering off of the desk and onto his feet unsteadily, wobbling a bit. He looked at Tony uncertainly, swallowing when a bit of come trickled out, dripping down his inner thigh. “But—what about—”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “I said get dressed, didn’t I?”
Peter gulped, then scrambled to pick his clothes off of the floor. He hastily put them back on, gasping when more come leaked out at his movements. “Daddy, I—oh god, I need—”
“No.” Tony smiled at him sweetly. “You wanted to be all needy and filthy today, so that’s how you’ll stay. A good reminder of your place, I think.” He sauntered forwards, stroking a hand down Peter’s cheek before gripping his chin, pulling him into one last soft kiss. “Better get to your next class, sweetheart. And remember who owns you.” He reached around, squeezing Peter’s ass, making the boy gasp and desperately clench to try and stop the responding dribble of come. “Try not to stain anything.”
With that, Tony opened the door for him with a brilliant grin, and Peter tossed him a pitiful look before stumbling his way out.
Behind him, Tony added, loud enough for any passersby to overhear, “Have a good rest of the day, Mr. Parker. Excellent discussion we had about your paper. Your grade change will be made by this evening, provided you keep up the hard work.”
professor Tony wanting to court Peter and safe alpha Bucky coming to pick up Peter from class
Oooh Peter’s just hit that transition period from needing a safe alpha to needing an alpha with him the traditional way during his heats and it’s Bucky’s job to make vet any alpha Peter might want
And lately Peter’s been gushing about the professor for his robotics lab and spending a lot of extra hours there so Bucky has a pretty good idea that Peter’s into the alpha so he’d better check out the alpha in return
Bucky almost never picks Peter up from classes - usually he’s working and Peter catches a bus home so Tony and Peter are both surprised when Bucky’s in the doorway after the other students have cleared and Peter and Tony are still talking
Peter doesn’t get why Bucky’s even there at first, but Bucky can smell the interest all over Tony in both scent and body language
