Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

12: Pizza Party

There's a LOT going on in this chapter, sorry for this crazy amount of warnings whoops.

Kink/Sexual Warnings: Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Voice Kink, Name-Calling, Public Teasing, Exhibitionism, Explicit Fantasies about some of the other Avengers, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Spitroasting (with a toy), Blindfold, Sensory Deprivation.
Other Warnings: Beck is back - being a creep & implying some dubious things.

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Peter's late, as usual. He just can't help it; if there's a robbery down the street he has to do something about it. Even if he'd want to ignore it, it's simply not his nature. He's Spider-Man. That's what he does. Besides, it's not like he misses anything too important for his physics lecture. Professor Dane is super old and usually takes half an hour to even get started. Peter knows it's a bad trait to be tardy, so he does make an effort to get there as soon as possible. He cuts a corner and ducks to evade a few other students who stare him down. When he's almost at the door of the lecture hall, he slows down. Hoping to ease his panting before he walks in. He doesn't want to look like a wheezing idiot. His skin's tingling and Peter frowns. That's highly unusual. It's probably the leftover adrenaline making his Spidey senses kick in though, so he tries to shake the warning signs his body is trying to give him.

When he feels like he's collected himself enough, he wraps his fingers around the doorknob and slowly opens it, flinching at the squeaky sound that comes from the hinges. His head is ducked down, trying to evade the gazes of all the students that are staring at him. They can't help it, the door is at the front of the lecture hall and someone coming in late is the perfect distraction from Dane's slow, monotone sentences. Something's off though. There's something ominous hanging in the room.
"Ah! Peter Parker!" Peter stops dead in his tracks when he recognizes that voice. That is not Professor Dane. Oh, no. Peter slowly turns his head to the man in front of the whiteboard. A shiver running down Peter's spine when he sees the wide, toothy grin and slicked-back hair. His big, bright blue eyes pierce through Peter's. "Glad you could join us, after all."

Beck takes a few steps towards Peter and cocks his head, his grin causing Peter's blood to run cold. His jaw is clenched. Every molecule inside his body is screaming at him to run. But he can't cause a scene. He shouldn't. He's not like that. To the class, Beck hasn't done anything out of the ordinary.
"Mr. Beck," he says politely, not missing how that only deepens the man's smirk, his eyes glimmering in victory.
"Heard many good things about you, kid." Kid. He called him kid. Like Tony does. Fucking hell. "I'll be taking over from professor Dane, while he's recovering from surgery. Now, please take a seat. Page 26 of your handout."

During the lecture, Peter doesn't miss the way the girls in his class seem to flock together, sending Beck flirtatious smiles, giggling. Peter presses his lips together. He gets it. Beck is charming as fuck. If Peter didn't know any better he'd be sending Quentin the exact same gaze. But he does know better, and it doesn't sit right with him. He tries to ignore Beck as much as he can. Taking notes and reading along on the handout. But he feels Beck's gaze brushing past him each and every time, making him break into goosebumps. He knows he's the center of the man's attention and he hates it. He has no clue what the lecture is actually about. So when Beck asks him a question, he doesn't know what to answer.
"Uhh- I- I don't know."
" You don't know, " Beck mutters. "First. You're fifteen minutes late. And now you're not paying attention. I expect you to behave in my class. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Peter breathes out, his heart thumping in his chest. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Beck doesn't leave it at that, cocking an eyebrow at him. Peter's cheeks flush in embarrassment. He knows what Beck is forcing him to say. He doesn't want to say it. He feels sick to his stomach at the thought alone. But he can't misbehave in class. He can't show the others what's going on. So he looks up, forcing a smile on his lips, feeling them quiver.