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“Daddy, ah-fuck, daddy!” 

 

A large hand covered Peter’s throat and squeezed, not quite tight enough to cut off his air supply but enough to serve as a reminder. Another hand gripped his hip as the owner pounded into him. Peter jolted forward with each and every thrust until the man let out a muffled grunt before coming inside of him. 

 

“Fuck, daddy, please,” Peter cried. A finger trailed up the side of his thigh to catch the cum dripping down. 

 

“Come here, baby.” Tony pulled him into his lap, taking the chance to slip a plug inside of him. “You did so well, Peter. You look so beautiful.” Tony pulled him closer by the back of his head and stole a kiss from him. Peter melted into his mouth, letting all his noisy cries be swallowed down. “Shh, shh,” he hushed, grabbing the base of the plug and fucking him with the slightest movements - not enough for him to get any satisfaction but just enough to keep him on edge. 

 

“Peter. Peter Parker. Hello?”

 

Peter flinched, sitting upright suddenly. The empty coffee cup on his desk hit the floor when he accidently kicked it in his startled state. “Huh?” 

 

The girl sitting next to him clutched her chemistry textbook. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him. “You… You were dreaming.” 

 

Someone behind him cleared their throat. MJ leaned over his shoulder. “Yeah, dreaming really loudly, Parker,” she chastised, hitting him lightly on the back of the head. 

 

Peter froze, looking between those two and the stunned professor at the front of the classroom. “I am so sorry,” he apologized, absolutely mortified. He crossed his right leg over his left to hide his boner, but he’s pretty sure the public humiliation will get rid of it soon enough. 

 

After what seemed like an entire hour later, class ended. The students filed out of the room, some giving a snicker in Peter’s direction. He banged his forehead against the desk a couple times. 

 

“It wasn’t that bad,” she said, trying to console him. Comfort was never her thing, though. She gave a quick pat to his shoulder. “You didn’t say his name, so no one knows.” She cracked a grin. “But I’m pretty sure most would agree with you.” 

 

Peter lifted his head up from the desk and was not at all unamused. He shot a glare towards her. “Thanks, MJ.” 

 

“Anytime,” she said, looking down at her watch. “Speak of the devil, don’t you have work with him?” 

 

“I don’t think I can,” Peter said, covering his face. “I’ve called out every day this week. I…” 

 

“Stop bugging, Pete. Just tell him how you feel,” she said, punching him roughly, but she knew he could take it. “Come on, you’re Spider-Man. You got this.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and started to walk away. “You’d be the richest sugar baby, Peter. Don’t mess this up.” 

 

“I hate you,” he said, cracking a nervous smile. She shot him a thumbs up before leaving. 

 

Sometimes she regrets telling him about his crush. 

 

But it helps to talk about the overwhelming crush he’s had on his boss/mentor for three years now. At first, he thought it’d go away. 

 

And then it didn’t. 

 

It got bigger and bigger and bigger, and now the man has his whole heart. Lately, it’s been the worst. Because now? Now he’s legal. More than legal. 

 

He’s in college, working. He’s an adult. 

 

He actually has a chance. 

 

Who’s he kidding? 

 

He stands in front of the door to the lab. He slips out of his Spider-Man suit (he shamelessly uses it for travel; it’s cheaper than the bus and faster than anything) and fixes his hair. He lets the scanner observe him before stepping inside the lab. 

 

Tony doesn’t notice him entering. Music is blasting. Peter can’t even hear himself think. 

 

He sets down a wrench to wipe the oil off of his forehead. He’s wearing a black tank top and jeans, super expensive ones just covered with stains from the past hour. He’s worked up a sweat, evident by the beads on his bicep. 

 

Tony catches him staring and turns down the music. “Hey, kiddo, how are you feeling?” The gauntlet formed around his hand and he held it up. “If you’re still contaminated, shoo.” 

 

Ah, yes, he forgot he told Tony he had the flu. Couldn’t exactly tell him he couldn’t come in because he was having constant sex dreams about him, now could he? 

 

“I’m clean,” he said, overthinking what he said. “Good. Not… Not sick. With anything.” 

 

What the fuck, Parker. Two seconds in. Already spazzing out. 

 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your brain to be melting.” Tony stepped forward and knocked on his head with his hand. “Even though you normally act like you’re having a stroke.” 

 

“Hey!” Peter said, smiling as he shoved Tony lightly. “Rude.” He pretended to be hurt, even though he kind of loved it when he teased him. 

 

“Anyways, you said you wanted to tell me something?” 

 

“Huh?” Peter asked, blood running cold. 

 

Tony raised an eyebrow. “If you were going to ask for a pay raise, you can’t back out of it now.” 

 

Peter scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket. Sure enough, he did text “Mr. Stark (followed by eighteen heart emojis)” that he needed to talk. During his chemistry class. 

 

He was going to kill MJ. 

 

“Oh, yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, you got me.” 

 

Tony wasn’t having it. “Peter.” He hardened his stare. “What is it?” 

 

Oh god. 

 

Peter’s heart had been racing this whole afternoon, but it picked up a notch. He thought his rib cages were going to break. 

 

Tony didn’t make it easy on him. Then again, whenever the man himself gave him attention, he thought he’d explode. 

 

As he stares at him, all he can think about is him fucking him. 

 

This isn’t going to be easy. 

 

“Well…” He coughs, clearing his throat. “I… Tony…” Tony was listening before, but now he was staring at him intently. Peter rarely called him by his first name. Ever. “You… You made me into the man I am today. All that I am is thanks to you, and I just… I wanted to tell you thanks, and that… well, you make me want to be a better person. And, that, I, uh…” 

 

“Spit it out, kid,” he said not unkindly. 

 

Peter exhaled loudly. “I like you.” 

 

Silence fell over them. 

 

Tony went deathly still. Peter panicked, dread filling his chest. 

 

Then, he started laughing. Sobering suddenly, he wiped his face. “Yeah, no, Peter. You’re a kid.” 

 

He made a mistake. 

 

But it’s too late to go back. He knew what he was risking here. He knew what he was dealing with. 

 

He’d seen the tapes. 

 

“What?” Peter asked, voice cracking a bit from his dry mouth. 

 

“I don’t deal with virgins anymore,” he said, shrugging. “It was cool, at first, but it’s more fun when people know what they’re dealing with. You’re just a kid, Peter. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.” 

 

Shame burns in his cheeks. “I-I can’t help it,” he stammered, hurt heavy in his chest. 

 

Tony laughed. “It’s not that hard. I got my playboy title somewhere.” He gestured towards Peter. “If you’re modeling yourself after me anyways, you should have started there.” 

 

“Well…!” Peter started, crossing his arms over his chest. “What can I do to make you like me?” 

 

Tony furrowed his eyebrows as if to say, “Did this kid really just ask me that?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and then shrugged. Hoping to scare him off, he holds up his hand. “Number one, at the very least, don’t be a virgin. Two, have your throat fucked so hard you can’t speak. Third, get gangbanged by more than two people. Fourth, public sex, and a fucking bathroom doesn’t count. Fifth, bdsm, something painful, something good, your choice.” 

 

Peter nodded, soaking up the list. “Okay,” he said, a passion in his eyes. “I’ll do it for you, Mr. Stark.” 

 

At the wide, diehard passion in his eyes, he can’t help but be intrigued. He put a hand on his hip. “Document everything. Pics or it didn’t happen,” he added for good measure. 

 

When Peter left his lab after work was over, he couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck just happened. 

 

He didn’t have to walk very far. His work is just up the stairs from his bedroom. 

 

Oh, did he not mention he lives in the same house as him now? Just a floor away from his bedroom? 

 

He thinks about it a little too much. 

 

He was offered a room in the Compound the moment he became an Avenger, but he only used it once he moved out of Aunt May’s. It makes swinging to college a lot easier for him. (Also he gets to share a living space with his crush and the other Avengers, which is amazing in itself.) 

 

He falls on the couch in the living room with a lot on his mind. 

 

Call him naive, but he has hope. He can do a list. It’s easy. 

 

He just has to lose his virginity. 

 

A shiver went down Peter’s spine at the thought of someone else taking his virginity. He doesn’t believe in abstinence, but he was saving himself… for his own embarassing crush, who put him in this entire situation. 

 

Who to pick? Someone he trusts? Someone hot? Someone down with taking video of it? 

 

He’s so deep in thought he doesn’t hear the quiet footsteps retreat into the kitchen. He sat on the couch with his knees brought up to his chest and his chin resting atop. 

 

“You’re in my spot.” 

 

“Huh?” Peter asked, looking up sharply. 

 

Bucky. 

 

He’s only met him a couple times in combat, and one of those times, he and Sam were teaming up against him and got a little pissed off. 

 

He hasn’t really spoken to either of them since. He’s seen Steve since then, and of course, in battle, and he claims there’s no hard feelings left, but he finds it extremely difficult to believe. 

 

Bucky for sure holds a grudge. He can tell by the way he’s glaring at him, and oh god, he didn’t reply. 

 

“I’m sorry,” Peter squeaked. Bucky had a towel around his neck. His long hair was soaked, and a few stray drops trailed down his arms. He wore a black tank and loose gray sweatpants. 

 

Exasperated, Bucky gestured with his hands since Peter still didn’t move. Stunned, he stared up in total awe, checking him out. Bucky sighed, sinking down on top of him. 

 

“Huh?” Peter exclaimed, not moving. “Sergeant Barnes, what are you doing?” 

 

“I’m catching up on the Mandalorian.” He grabbed the remote off the couch and turned on the TV. 

 

Peter furrowed his eyebrows together. Bucky went to play the episode, and Peter yelped from underneath him. “Wait, I’m still on episode four!” 

 

“Seriously?” he asked. “What’s wrong with you?” 

 

“I’ve been busy watching…” Peter stopped short, thinking about how he’s been watching Tony’s sex tapes he got ahold of. “Other stuff.” 

 

“I bet,” Bucky snorted. “Teenagers.” 

 

“I meant Lucifer.” No, he didn’t. “Obviously.” He huffed. “Anyways, can we watch something else?” 

 

“You can leave,” he supplied, not helping him at all. “You have super strength. You can throw me off anytime, can’t you?” 

 

Oh. He totally could. 

 

He didn’t even think about it. 

 

He was drowning in his scent - the Old Spice fragrance filling his nose. He wanted to bury his face into his neck. 

 

Peter closed his eyes suddenly and realized he was in a very, very bad position. A boner would be the end for him right now. And after the wet dreams and seeing Tony in the lab earlier, he couldn’t do this. 

 

“You scared, Parker?” 

 

Decidingly having enough of this, Peter did push him off of him, but Bucky was quick to retaliate. Bucky turned and fought his grip with his metal hand. Peter jumped over him, careful not to actually hurt him, and sat atop of his lap. “Ha!” he cheered victoriously, peering down at the man pinned to the couch who didn’t look at all upset about losing. Actually, he looked rather pleased. Too pleased. 

 

“You win,” he said, smirking. “We can share the spot.” Easily knocking him over, Bucky sat up and settled into his seat on the couch. He pulled Peter atop of his lap and rested his chin on his shoulder. 

 

Peter forgot how to breathe. Bucky, ever so comfortable, picked up the remote to turn on the show. “Wait!” Peter cried, snatching it out of his hand. “I’m still not caught up.” 

 

“Win some, lose some,” he said, shrugging. “Hand it over.” 

 

He huffed at him. “I’ll fight you for it.” 

 

“You sure?” Bucky grabbed his chin gently pulling it towards him where he had to face those dangerous eyes. Peter blinked and shyed away, but he wouldn’t let him. He was so captivating. 

 

“Y-Yeah,” he said, a little shakier than he intended for it to be. “I’m not scared of you.” 

 

Whatever he was expecting was not his fingers to jab into his side. He let out a shriek and tried to grab his hand, but he was too busy flailing to try and get out of his lap. “Sergeant Barnes!” 

 

“Maybe you should be scared,” he said, exploring the side of his neck. Peter scrunched his nose and craned away from his fingers. 

 

“I yield! I yield! You win,” Peter said frantically, catching his hand with his own. Chest rising and falling quickly, he said, “No more, please.” 

 

“Are you that ticklish?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” Peter didn’t like the sound of that at all. 

 

“I’m not,” he griped, but once Bucky smiled, his protests fell short. Such a genuine smile spread across his face as he stared off, and Peter’s heart caught in his chest. “Sergeant Barnes?” 

 

“You remind me of Steve so much,” he said. 

 

“Oh.” His husband. That’s probably a compliment. “Thanks?” 

 

A lightbulb went off in Peter’s head. “Hey, Serg--” 

 

“Call me Bucky,” he interrupted. “Please.” 

 

“Okay,” he said, fiddling with his hands. He sat on his knees to face him, even though he couldn’t quite look him in the eyes. “Well, you see, I… Do you want to have sex with me?” Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise, and the corner of his mouth pointed upwards at the slightest hint of a grin. “Oh, but we’d have to video it! That… and… I’m a virgin, so…” 

 

“You’re rather forward,” he said, twisting the ring on his finger. It was no secret he and Steve weren’t monogamous at all. He’s heard the stories about the Howling Commandos. 

 

“Well,” Peter said, a scarlet red blush covering his face, “Mr. Stark said he doesn’t like to deal with virgins, and I… I have to document me… changing that.” 

 

“And you asked me?” Bucky’s tongue swiped over his top lip. 

 

“I’m so sorry!” he apologized, cursing himself. “I… I know you probably hate me, and that’s unspeakable to even ask… I’m so, so, so, sorr--” 

 

“Are you kidding me? A chance to steal Tony’s property?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows at that; he was far from being his property - afterall, he rejected him. “I’d be glad to piss him off. Especially when you’re so fucking cute.” 

 

Peter fell short, freezing up. 

 

Cute. He called him cute. He stared down at the floor and squirmed in his seat. 

 

“And a virgin,” Bucky exhaled. “Damn.” 

 

“I know,” Peter frowned, biting his lip. “It’s annoying… I waited so long.” 

 

“Stark doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fucking a virgin for the first time? Being the one to see when they come for the first time? Shit, I’d make you feel so good on my dick.” 

 

Peter squirmed uncomfortably, crossing a leg over his crotch. “Oh,” he tsked. “Already hard?” Peter looked away. “Ah-ah, look at me, angel.” Peter hesitantly caught his eyes. “There we go; that’s better.” Bucky leaned forward, lifting up the hem of his shirt to grab his hip. 

 

“W-Wait, Bucky!” he said, and he stopped instantly. He retracted his hand looking fearful. “We’re… We’re in the living room.” He settled at that. 

 

“We’re videoing it anyways? Who cares who sees?” Bucky asked, and Peter frowned up at him. 

 

“I’m not ready for the exhbitionist one,” he mumbled. “Baby steps.” 

 

“Exhibitionist…? What all does he have you doing?” Peter counted on his fingers for the list, and by the time he was done, Bucky was practically drooling. “Fuck, and you’re going to do all of that? Just because he asked?” 

 

“Well, of course,” Peter said, a little confused at his question. “Wouldn’t you?” 

 

Bucky exhaled loudly, clapping the top of his head. “A dom would eat you alive, you know that?” Then, he ripped him off of the couch and carried him bridal style. “I’ll save that for later, though. Afterall, it’s your first. I’ll make it good.” 

 

Peter rested his head against Bucky’s firm chest. He slammed the door shut with his boot and threw him on the bed like a sack of potatoes. Once he was settled, Peter handed over his phone to Bucky. 

 

He turned on the camera. “You should’ve taken this boy’s card when you had the chance.” He turned the camera away from himself and onto Peter. “Strip.” 

 

Peter hesitantly scrambled (quite the contradiction, but he was torn between excitement and embarassment) to tear off his clothes. He slowly shimmied out of his pants, leaving him in the short boxer briefs, hugging his milky white thighs. Next, he got caught on the buttons. “You’re taking too long.” Peter, hurt, scrambled to do it faster, but Bucky decided he’d do it himself. He propped the camera up so it’s facing the bed, and he climbed on top of Peter, unbuttoning his shirt for him. He slipped it off of his shoulders and threw it to the side. 

 

Bucky wasn’t nearly as dressed as he was. It was embarrassing, really, him being completely nude and Bucky, who only ditched his shoes. Bucky didn’t seem to mind a bit and took advantage of his vulnerability. He trailed his hands down his chest, across his thighs, anywhere and everywhere, not missing the way Peter would buck up impatiently. “What happened to taking too long?” He reached up to grab at Bucky, but he caught his wrists with one hand and pinned it over his head. 

 

“What’s the rush?” Bucky said. When his free hand grabbed his cock, Peter seethed. “I’m taking my time with you.” 

 

“Bucky,” Peter whined, bucking up into his grip. He tsk’ed and pushed against his lower stomach. 

 

“Ah-ah, patience, cherry boy,” he said licking a playful stripe across his nipple. “I’m got you.” That alone shut Peter up, but he didn’t stop bringing his hips up against the older man. 

 

Bucky hushed him but gave in and grabbed the lube. When he popped the cap open, Peter moved unto his knees, but Bucky pinned him to the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered darkly, only centimeters away from his face. 

 

“It’s embarassing,” Peter said, toes curling out of impatience. 

 

“Embarassing?” Bucky sat up. All contact left Peter, and his eyes widened dramatically. “Maybe you’re not ready.” 

 

“No, I am! I am!” he insisted. “Please.” 

 

“Shh,” he hushed, grazing the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, baby. Calm down.” 

 

Peter hadn’t even realized how worked up he got, but Bucky leaving was the very last thing he wanted right now. The pet names set him at ease, and when Bucky’s touch returns, his shoulders drop. 

 

Bucky snatched a pillow off to the side of the bed. He lifted up Peter to place it under his ass. 

 

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and looked away. All the times he’s touched himself, he could never get very far. He hated the pain that came with it. He braced himself for the harsh protusion, but it never came. 

 

He creaked open an eye to see what was happening right as soon as Bucky licked a long stripe over his asshole. Peter let out a surprised squeak. He used his hands to spread his cheeks apart and lightly licked his rim. “B-Bucky!” 

 

“I’m going to ruin you so good,” Bucky promised, breaking away to leave a mark on his neck. Peter craned his head back to give him easier access. “Ruin you so bad that even Stark isn’t good enough for you.” 

 

Bucky left his neck, and Peter covered his face. Tony… He’d be watching. Hearing. All of this. 

 

Bucky poured a generous amount of lube on his finger, and as his tongue explored his hole, his finger pushed in. 

 

It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it normally did. It was the complete opposite. 

 

Peter reached out frantically for something to bite into. He settled upon his own hand and bit down tightly to stifle his strangled moans. 

 

Knowingly, Bucky pushed in deeper, almost as if he was looking for something. Peter gritted his teeth over his knuckle, and he couldn’t keep his moan stifled when Bucky’s middle finger brushed against his prostate. “Ngh,” he groaned around his fist, cursing himself for being so loud. 

 

With his other hand he grabbed Peter’s wrist, tearing it away from his mouth. His finger thrusted forward, and he anticipated him opening his mouth again and stole a kiss. His lips crashed on to his, and his tongue dominated his mouth. The same one that’d just been in his asshole. Peter felt so dirty with shame and impossibly hard. 

 

“It’s just you, me, and Tony,” Bucky said, almost sounding sympathetic. It was almost nice until he added, “You can moan and beg like a whore all you want.” Peter let out a muffled cry against the mattress. For a lack of a better place to put his hands, he rested them atop of Bucky’s hair and buried his hands in his locks. From the sound of his grunt, he didn’t think he cared too much. “I was on the nose about that one, huh? Stark, your boy likes a little humiliation. Isn’t that a surprise?” 

 

Peter shook his head, even though he knew it was true. He wriggled on the bed and pushed his head down, only to earn a light smack to his side. “Tony’s precious little intern.” A second finger slipped past his muscle. “His cute, little, oblivious sidekick.” 

 

“Sidekick?” Peter asked, gasping. “I’m--Ah!” His hurt vanished as he thrusted his fingers in at a steady pace while his tongue loosed him up. 

 

“Everyone thinks you’re so innocent,” he said, “but you and I both know the truth.” 

 

“Fuck, Bucky, please,” he cried, pulling on his hair. “Fuck me!” 



“Such naughty words,” he said, not even sounding phased for someone who has his dick buried in his ass. “Dirty boy.” 

 

“Bucky,” Peter cried, a tear welling up. “Please, it feels so good.” When he rolled his hips up against his prostate, he screamed. “Ah, ah, ah!” His toes started to curl, and Bucky quickened his pace. 

 

He reached up to grab his cock, but Bucky slapped his hand away. Peter whined but didn’t protest as Bucky continued to pound into him until eventually Peter was coming suddenly all over the blanket. “Fucking hell!” Bucky continued to pound into him; the overstimulation made him melt, and Peter cringed at how much he loved/hated it. 

 

Shortly after Peter came, Bucky pulled out of him. He manhandled Peter until he was in a sitting position. He only had to give a couple jerks to his cock until he was coming on his face, his mouth opened without even being told. 

 

Peter’s face broke out into a tired grin as the cum slowly dripped just under his eyelid. “Oh my god, Sergeant Barnes, that was amazing,” he said, stars in his eyes. 

 

Bucky grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him in close to lick up the cum on his face before it could dry. He cleaned him with little kitten licks until Peter pushed him awa

“Just a little more,” he promised, adding a third finger. He focused on stretching him so he wouldn’t hurt him too bad. 

 

“I’m ready; you won’t hurt me,” Peter said frantically. 

 

“I don’t care if you’re ready,” he said, which was a lie and they both knew that. “I can tease you however long I wish.” He thrust his fingers in three times before slowing down again. “You should hear yourself.” When his fingers slipped out, he groaned. “I’m keeping a copy of the tape, too.” 

 

That shouldn’t make him even more hard, but it does. 

 

“Bucky!” Peter yelped, voice coming out strangled. “Please, please…!” 

 

“Okay, okay,” he said, untucking his hard cock out of his pants. “Since you’ve been so good, I’ll fuck you doggy.” 

 

Peter grinned and rolled over to his knees. He raised his head excitedly and readied himself. 

 

More lube was squirting over his hole and Bucky’s dick. He lined himself up with his hole and placed steady hands on his hips. “You ready?” 

 

“Fuck, please, Bucky!” That was all he needed to slip in. Peter squirmed at the intrusion. It hurt more than his fingers ever did, but it also hurt so fucking good. Peter’s vision went wobbly, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight as he slowly slid in. “O...Okay, I’m ready. You can move.” 

 

Bucky let out a harsh laugh, and Peter raised his head in confusion. “Baby, that’s just the tip.” Bucky slid all the way out to slip back inside, and Peter collapsed with his ass in the air. Face buried into the mattress, he cried as the pain slowly faded away. 

 

Soon, he was crying for an entire different reason. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cursed, eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss. y with a loud yawn. “Thank you so much.” 

 

“Pleasure was all mine, doll,” he said, licking his lips. He picked up the blanket and threw it over Peter. When he opened his mouth, he hushed him. “Sleep, baby.” Peter, too tired to argue, collapsed against the pillow. He was out like a light. 

 

Bucky climbed off the bed and snatched the phone. “You better be careful, Stark. If you don’t claim him, I will.”

With that, he cut off the video and climbed into bed with him.