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The Accords are a mess. Point blank, the Accords are a mess, and also Steve fucking lied and Tony wants to kill him. But also Bucky was framed. Tony saw the setup, and he wants so badly to lose his shit but at the same time he won’t give the frame-up artist the satisfaction. Tony saw the files on the Winter Soldier. What they did to his spine alone…

Also, Tony hates mind control. He doesn’t sleep enough with Barnes around.

But it’s still a clusterfuck. Tony is able to get Barnes and Rogers to the Compound, and then he works with FRIDAY to keep them hidden, but General Ross still calls to complain. “Stark! Don’t bullshit me, son, I know you’re hiding them on that goddamn private military base…”

“Hmm. Too bad you don’t have a warrant to search my private military base, then, and won’t get one since I’m not hiding a goddamn thing other than proprietary tech you are never getting your hands on. Out of curiosity, General, do you like lawyers? Do you know how many lawyers a few billion can buy?” 

He hangs up before Ross can answer. 

“FRIDAY’s on it.”

“I’m not really worried about it,” Pepper’s voice assures him, and Tony spins on his heel to find her smiling fondly at him. “Whatever ‘it’ is. Jim is hiding from you—give him a day or two to rest, okay? You know he doesn’t like disappearing from the military, even if he technically qualifies as absent with leave while he’s recovering.”

“Fine, fine,” Tony agrees with a little sigh. “What else?”

“Did you mean to expense a teenage boy’s tuition at Midtown Science?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s the kid.”

“The kid.”

“The kid! You know, he helped out in Frankfurt? Spidey kid from Queens?”

“Oh, right.” Pepper gives him a knowing look. “The underaged boy you have a crush on.”

“I do not ,” Tony whines, though he’s not really sincere about it. Look, he’s not going to touch the kid. But Peter has a pretty mouth, and Tony has a dick. Sometimes his life is hard. (Also, his dick.) “I’m not even… Happy is his primary contact. We don’t need him to avenge anything now that the band’s back together. But if something goes seriously wrong in his spidey duties, Happy will alert me.”

“Delegation. Of course.” Pepper smirks and straddles his lap, her calves on either side of his thighs. It hikes her dress up, and he strokes the satiny smooth surface of her skin. He thinks unbidden about having a boy with her. God, he really shouldn’t . But maybe she’d be open to a sex worker...

“Hey, can we give him an internship or something?” comes out of Tony’s mouth, a segue he would never admit to. 

“He can apply for one of the several SI internship programs, Tony. I would be happy to send you the link.”

“Aw, no nepotism?” He grabs Pepper’s ass and she fists a hand in his hair in retribution, riding his lap. He grins boyishly up at her. 

“You know I play by the rules, Mr. Stark,” she purrs.

“Yeah, your rules, Madame CEO. I know who makes my money.”

She laughs outright at that. “Damn straight. Tell your boytoy to apply to the internship program. I’ll consider the recommendation informal.”

~*~

The Avengers who fought on Cap’s side end up having to stay inside Compound buildings and navigate the grounds via underground tunnels. Ross has drones, which Tony enjoys blowing out of the sky since they’re technically illegal, but they’re still a problem. Pepper’s almost glad Bruce isn’t there to deal with the stress of it all. Then, she hates herself briefly for the thought. 

Pepper mostly stays in the city because of the ongoing risk. (Tony doesn’t trust Ross to avoid collateral damage, with such high-level targets). Tony flies in frequently, and the Tower’s yet again undergoing repairs. She continues to tease him about making eyes at a teenager, even though he’s not doing anything actively and he’s pretty much ignoring Peter. 

But then the kid almost dies, and Tony is livid but also clearly so fucking terrified . There’s something fatherly there, even if it’s also something more Daddy . Tony can’t have the kid’s death on his conscience. After the incident, Pepper soothes him with his face between her thighs, then lets him take care of her. On another weekend, she gets aggressive and practically drags him into bed.

“You want to pretend I’m your little protegé you’re fucking? Wanna dress me up like a 15-year-old boy? My voice hasn’t dropped yet, Mr. Stark,” Pepper teases. He growls at her, which is exactly what she wanted, and pounces. She spreads her legs and then wraps them around Tony’s waist, biting at his mouth as they make out. They both switch hard, which is something she loves about their relationship. 

They also both understand that they can play with things in bed that they wouldn’t fuck with in real life. She’s not 100% sure Tony wouldn’t , in this case, but he’d need an explicit invitation. And Pepper’s told him, specifically, that he can’t. Not with a 15-year-old. Is he 16 yet? Still. But they can play pretend, and Pepper can bat her eyes and show off her cocksucking mouth just as well as Peter could. Tony fists his hand in her hair and calls her a good boy and fucks her throat. 

She’ll kneel for him, but only for him. They’ve got a good thing going.

~*~

When the application opens in the fall, Peter gets into the full-time SI internship program on his own academic merits, for the cohort starting the following summer. Pepper flags it, and has him transferred to serve as Tony’s personal intern. 

Tony does actually interview him, but Pepper’s also pretty sure it’s just a lunch not-date at that burger place near Times Square that does about a million custom toppings and craft beers. The kid will have some over-the-top milkshake and Tony will order the bison burger with Swiss and grilled onions and stare at the kid’s mouth a lot. She knows him too well. And while they eat, the poor thing will learn that he hasn’t been assigned housing in the junior suites of the Tower with his peers, but rather is slated to live within the Avengers Compound. At least his housing is with staff, not the team.

After it’s official Peter stops by the Tower to complete some paperwork. He won’t even be doing the orientation program until spring, though. Pepper is in the city, so she has the HR staff notified to send him up to her office when he’s done with whatever they need. 

He looks incredibly nervous when her assistant shows him in. “M-Miss Potts? I’m Peter…”

"Parker, yes of course, come in, and please call me Pepper." She’s polite and professional, though she also doesn’t fail to notice how beautiful the kid is. Tony, for all his faults, has always had good tastes.

"I... I'll try, ma’am, but it's kind of hard to..." He twines his fingers together anxiously and she smiles as warmly as she can.

"Whichever makes you more comfortable is fine, Peter. Are you nervous about something?"

"Oh, yes ma'am, it's just, meeting you... I mean you're phenomenal ,” Peter gushes, cheeks going pink. "The kinds of demands you've made on the industry to get in line on supporting and hiring women and people of color, the progress you've made in infrastructure partnerships to get clean energy more widespread, the education technology partnerships..."

Pepper has to interrupt him before he starts drooling. Okay, maybe if Peter admires Tony half as much, she understands. Jealously, she kind of hopes Peter does admire her more than Tony, and has to stop herself from asking him for a comparison. "Thank you, Peter, but even I can only take so many compliments. I'm not Tony Stark after all," she teases instead. 

"Oh. Right.” Peter gives her a bashful grin. “Well. It's an honor, ma'am, is all." She decides not to correct him this time. God, he's beautiful. And a boy , she reminds herself. Jailbait, nearly two years under the age of consent in New York. It helps her cool herself internally so none of her interest shows, only a warm smile.

"And an honor to meet you, Spiderman," Pepper murmurs, giving him a wink. "Is there anything I can do for you, Peter?"

"Oh... not really, ma'am, I mean, I'm extremely grateful for the internship..."

Pepper waves him off. "All Tony. I don't select his personal interns. Well, he doesn't normally have personal interns."

"Oh." Peter blushes sweetly and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "But all the same. It's your signature stamped on my paychecks."

"Indeed," Pepper agrees, and it cools her down a bit more, though indirectly that would also make all of the Avengers off limits and she has an on-again off-again thing with Nat that sometimes overlaps her thing with Tony. (He doesn't really mind.) “Though I have to remind Mr. Stark of that, from time to time.” 

"Actually... there is one thing… if I could maybe take your picture for the school paper sometime? And have one of the other kids interview you? If it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all, Peter. Have FRIDAY prioritize it on my calendar. Level 2, FRIDAY."

"Wow, okay, um, yeah. That's great. Thank you again!" Peter almost squeaks, dashing out of her office. It's entirely too cute. She raps her nails on the desk and opens a text to Tony.

your boy just dropped by

and?

I understand now

:-P

~*~

Pepper may have dressed just a little bit sexier than she normally would for an interview with a high school paper, but she easily makes up an excuse.

“Peter, welcome, please come in! Is what I’m wearing going to be all right for your photos?” she asks with her best “apologetic embarrassed” smile. “I have other clothes in the office for emergencies, but there’s a dinner scheduled after this and I’ll be cutting it a bit close…”

Peter, predictably, starts to stare at her and sputter a bit. Her dress is a showstopping white cocktail number with flowing three-quarter length bell sleeves and a drapey neckline that naturally highlights her décolletage. It’s short, and she’s wearing towering white Louboutin pumps with both sole and the inside of the stiletto heel in the signature red color. She’s be taller than him in bare feet, already, but in these shoes he really has to look up. 

“Oh, no, that’s… that’s fine, Ms. Potts, you look amazing , I mean, you look great, uh, very photogenic, you’ll… look good in photos. Fine in photos. I’m just gonna start with some candids, um, don’t mind me.” Peter can't keep his jaw off the floor, as it were, shutter already clicking furiously as the other teenaged journalists walk into her office and introduce themselves. They look at Peter with something like pity and Pepper wants to defend him, but also she is not a sophomore anymore. 

Peter seems much more comfortable behind the camera than he is in conversation, and the other kids take turns asking questions as he does his job—nothing particularly hard-hitting, mostly details about the life of a CEO and specifically a female CEO, recent Stark Tech, and her advice to future entrepreneurs. They’re very earnest about it, clearly taking their responsibility very seriously, and Pepper is briefly nostalgic for what it was like to be that young. 

Peter has her pose for some shots after the interview, then she insists on looking at it all live, over his shoulder on the screen, despite his insistence that he doesn’t want to make her late for dinner.

“Ah, well, the nice thing is,” Pepper smiles, knowing exactly what she’s doing, “in my experience, usually people wait for me.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard, and she has to consciously redirect her attention from the mental image of what it might look like around her fiancé’s cock.

Pepper stands behind one of the chairs she keeps for guests, her hand on the back of it, as he sits and shows her the photographs. The other two kids are ignoring them now, reviewing their notes for any clarifications needed before they leave, but Peter’s quite flustered. 

Pepper realizes why when she sees how his camera captured her body. Some of these shots are in no way appropriate for the school paper, even if she is technically decent. He managed to get her from slightly below, and she must have just looked over at the camera when he clicked the shutter for one shot because she’s not smiling as she stares down into the lens. She looks a little condescending, even. And Pepper can’t help herself when she winks at him before handing the camera back, rather than insisting that he delete some of the shots.

She leaves quickly thereafter. 

Tony finds a PDF of the school paper online and blows her photos up huge, completely losing his cool. He must laugh for five minutes straight. Peter didn’t use those specific shots that practically screamed “dominatrix,” but she still looks stunning in the ones he chose to go to print, and Tony’s not stupid. 

Of course, Tony then declares a desire to jack off to the pictures, and Pepper can let herself feel a bit flattered by it. Maybe. “It’s his eye,” Tony coaxes. “His eye, focused on you. And look at this dress, you minx. We ate Chinese in that night! You had no excuse.”

Pepper goes for a number of months after that not seeing Peter at all. She still teases Tony about his crush occasionally, when they fuck, but Peter turned down the Avengers and so he’s not actually around that much. Things get back to normal, mostly.

But then, at the start of the summer, Peter takes residence at the Compound. He’s still a few months shy of legal age. Pepper is also sleeping primarily at the Compound, now that Cap’s team has been granted legal permission to remain in the United States, thus averting imminent danger. They run into each other often.

Pepper appreciates the noticeable reduction in Tony’s stress levels, now that Ross is no longer trying to bang down his door and she can actually share his bed on a regular basis, but she’s not sure she appreciates having to see Peter’s pretty, pretty mouth all the time and listen to him stammer “ma’am” at her when there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Tony at least finds something for Peter to do as an intern, which is good because she honestly isn’t certain Tony understands the difference between “intern” and “a pretty boy to stare at all day.”

Still, things come to a head one day when they cross paths in the Avenger’s common area and Peter makes a beeline straight for her. For the time being anyway, they’re alone.

“Ms. Potts. I don’t want to be presumptuous,” Peter opens. 

Pepper smiles kindly at him. “I’m sure you’re not, Peter, go on. What can I do for you?” 

“You’re beautiful.” She blinks. “I mean, you’re really… beautiful , ma’am,” he repeats, twisting his hands together in what’s probably an unconscious fidget. “And I know you and Mr. Stark are probably monogamous, but if not I just wanna shoot my shot, y’know? I have to try.” 

Peter looks to her hopefully, and Pepper actually finds herself at a loss for words. She didn’t think he would outright ask . She honestly thought he was just about to ask for some kind of personal favor, and if he’s going to hit on anyone surely Tony … “I promise, promise, promise I would be so good for you, or to you—anything you like, I’m a very quick learner, and I swear I’d never tell anyone, ma’am.”

She’s getting close to cutting him off when Tony enters the space, already laughing. “That’s what all the twinks say!” he exclaims, and Peter looks horrified while Tony’s simply gleeful. “Really, Pep? You beat me to it?” 

“I didn’t do anything!” Pepper frowns, punching Tony once in the bicep. “He asked. I have not responded.”

Peter’s face is ghostly white. “Mr. Stark, Sir, I really didn’t mean to…”

“Yeah, you might want to consider not doing that here, in the common area,” Tony barrels on, cutting Peter off and responding to Pepper’s statement alone. “FRIDAY, love, delete all recordings starting from the beginning of this conversation, and pause surveillance until we’ve left the room.”

“Done, boss!”

Pepper has the decency to blush. “Now, babygirl,” Tony murmurs in her ear, doing the thing where he steps into her personal space bubble from one side and rests a hand on her ass. They’re the same height barefoot, which she likes for all the switchy potential of it. “Do you and Peter need the bedroom?”

He’s playing dirty. Also, Peter inhales sharply, reminding Pepper that his heightened senses include hearing. “Not without you,” she whispers back. 

It’s honest. She might find Peter tempting, now that he’s only a couple of months shy of legal in the state of New York, but she would never fuck Tony’s crush without him. That feels too cruel. Maybe it would qualify as some strange version of cuckolding but still, not her kink. 

Tony’s grin is feral, and it makes her want to break all the rules. ( That is definitely her kink.) He’s like the bad boy smoker with a motorcycle from her high school, the rebel who kisses like sin. 

He gives her one now, right in front of Peter. Pepper feels a little rush of fluid between her thighs, predictably. Tony is the best kisser she’s known, after all, and he doesn’t hold back now. She’s sure all of her body language displays how much chemistry she has with this man. Meanwhile, Peter is waiting for a response.

“We should say no,” Pepper says at a normal volume. “Walk away.”

“But you don’t want to.” Tony kisses her again, drags her bottom lip between his teeth. “Peter’s used to keeping secrets, babe. It wouldn’t hurt to talk it out, find out if he even wants me.”

“Yes,” Peter blurts, and Tony’s eyes go so dark that his irises are nearly swallowed entirely by the black of his pupils. He takes half a step forward, before grabbing Pepper’s waist to steady himself and reel himself back in. 

“Our suite,” Tony growls. “FRIDAY, this entire conversation plus any footage of Peter entering the common area, no trace.”

“Understood, boss.”

~*~

Tony really cannot believe his luck. He didn’t hear their entire conversation, just Peter begging Pep for some unknown something and promising not to tell. Obviously it was at least somewhat salacious. When they get to their private suite and FRIDAY confirms that she’s in blackout mode, it’s actually Pepper who speaks first. 

“We are monogamous, Peter,” she says gently. “Generally speaking.”

“Oh.” Peter looks like he’s not sure whether to place any hope on the caveat. 

“If you want something from both of us, then we need to be very clear on exactly what you want,” Tony demands. He’s still feeling toppy and Pepper’s not pushing back against it, so he’s not sure how subby her mood is. Either way, there are certain things he can evaluate for them both. Holding her hand, Tony leads the way to the sitting area where they end up side-by-side on one sofa, Peter facing them on the matching one opposite. 

Peter blushes and licks his lips. “Honestly?” His foot fidgets nervously and he runs a hand through his hair. “Anything.” 

“Best-case scenario,” Pepper demands, and it’s all CEO voice but also she has her feet tucked up to one side, under her butt, and she’s leaning into Tony and letting him get handsy. It’s nothing like how she’d treat any other teenager in their home. Yeah, they’re both going straight to hell. 

“I think about being your boy,” Peter blurts out. “When I…” He goes redder, his eyes flicking to his lap. “I think about getting fucked, by both of you.” Neither of them responds right away, and Peter’s eyes dart back up. “...shit. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Really?” Tony smirks. “I kind of think you should have. That gives me plenty of ideas. Though we should wait until you turn seventeen. At a minimum .” He gives Peter a sterner look, and sure enough the boy both shrinks a little and appears to be quite desperately turned on. It’s a promising reaction.

“You wouldn’t last past midnight,” Pepper teases before Peter can attempt to further state his case, “now that you know he wants you.” Her voice is low and husky, bedroom-private. Peter looks like he wants to worship at her feet. 

“Stop reminding me of that or I’ll yank his jeans down right now,” Tony mutters.

“Please?” Peter’s voice is high and breathy.

“Be more specific about what you want,” Tony orders, steeling himself to at least get out a quick-and-dirty negotiation. He may not be the most ethical of men, given what they’re considering, but he still assigns himself some responsibility for the boy’s safety and wellbeing. They’re both so much more experienced, and Tony doesn’t actually want to break him. “You wanna get fucked, okay. Oral, anal? Condoms?”

“Yes to all three. For now.” Peter licks his lips like he’s thinking of something specific, and Tony imagines coming directly on that pretty tongue.

“What else? You said you want to be our boy, but do you mean that in a D/s way? Do you even know what that is?”

“Yeah, yes, I know, I’m a sub, I promise I’ve known since I was like twelve…”

“ Jesus .”

“I think I was a precocious learner,” Peter smiles, “but the point is that I know about BDSM. I think about submission a lot, I really want it, I want to get fucked and choked and I don’t mind being patient and I like to watch and also I really really like your shoes, Ms. Potts, the ones with the red soles? I think you have two different pairs.”

“Five,” Pepper corrects absently. Peter looks at her and Tony honest-to-God thinks he’s going to start drooling. 

“You’re going to have fifty by tomorrow,” Tony decides on a whim. “FRIDAY. The shoes with the red soles, a pair of every style available.”

“They’re Christian Louboutin, FRIDAY.”

“Cheers, Ms. Potts! I’ll have those overnighted for you, boss.”

Peter looks a little dazed. “What do you want the pretty shoes to do to you, Peter?” Tony asks, curious whether the kid’s really got a kink or just happens to like her shoes and found it a good time to mention that fact. 

“Oh,” Peter murmurs. He stares at his lap, tapping his fingers, and his cheeks flood with pink. Gotcha . “Um. I think about them… uh… on my face,” he admits. “On my… tongue. I want to lick them.” 

Tony wants to pin Peter down and nail him right here on the sofa, but restrains himself. “Of course you do. Are you a virgin, Peter?”

“Yeah.” He looks embarrassed. “But I still know a lot of stuff.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” Peter’s bravado is adorable. The endearment just slips, and Pepper hides a smile in his neck because she’s got Tony’s number. Tony honestly just hopes he doesn’t sound too much like a tiger going in for the kill. “Virginity is a construct, but it’s still good for me to know how much experience you have with your own body,” he explains, “when you say you want to get fucked, for example.”

“Oh, I have toys,” Peter blurts out. “I live in New York , Sir, it’s not that hard to buy sex toys.”

“So you’re saying you fuck your own ass?” Tony asks, and he’s suddenly hungry . Pepper kisses his neck, bites hard enough to sting but doesn’t suck a mark there. In retaliation he grabs her rear with enough of a side angle to brush her pussy at the same time with his fingertips, and she shifts a little in encouragement. Tony smacks the one cheek of her ass that he can access and cups her more firmly, Peter watching in fascination like Tony’s literally turning lead into gold right before his eyes when Pepper bites her lip and whimpers for him.

To be fair, switching with Pepper does feel like alchemy sometimes. But for now Tony stays on top, for Peter’s sake.

“Yeah,” Peter whispers. “I can take seven inches, Sir, fairly thick. It was probably bigger than I needed, but... I really like it. My prostate is very sensitive.” 

Tony curses. “If we do this, we need to know that you’re consenting. Traffic lights for safewords: red we stop everything and make space for you to express what you need, yellow we pause and check in before we continue. Three taps if you can’t talk for any reason.”

Peter nods quickly. “I understand. I really am consenting, Mr. Stark, like, so enthusiastically. If you’re not sure I’m serious, you could just look at some of my text threads with MJ since I started the fake internship last year.”

Tony raises his eyebrows. “I may want to do that, just recreationally.” 

Peter smiles a little shyly. “I know what I want. I know how to safeword. My limits that I know for sure are needles, blood, and watersports. I think I like rough sex more than pain, or… that’s not right.” Peter frowns, takes a moment and then rephrases. “I like intimate pain. Up close. With hands or… shoes.” Tony really enjoys watching him squirm. “Any part of your body. But maybe not like, floggers, as much? But I’m not totally sure.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to be sure. I just don’t want to feel like I’m corrupting you.”

“Sir, no offense, but please . I found dirty anime when I was nine. Fanfiction, ten. Pornhub when I was thirteen. I know a lot about my kinks.” 

“Well in that case I kind of wanna smack you with my dick, how do you feel about that?” Peter nods vigorously. “If at any point you feel unsafe,” Tony insists, though he’s practically vibrating with the need to pin the kid to the sofa and kiss him rough and dirty, “leave. I’m serious. Report us, I don’t care. Ask me for money. It’s fine. Just don’t let us hurt you because you think you have to, or anything like that. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“I wouldn’t,” Peter insists. “And Mr. Stark… Sir, maybe it’s idealistic, but that’s not you . I don’t know Ms. Potts as well yet, but I’ve seen enough of you to know you’d never hurt me.” 

Peter says it with confidence, and Tony doesn’t know how to feel about that. Pepper kisses his shoulder. “Okay. Pep, can you go pick out a pair of those shoes he likes, baby? And put on something I like ,” he adds with a certain edge, “while I get Peter started with his mouth on my dick.”

“Fuck,” Peter whispers, and then he’s over the coffee table in a way that is somehow graceful, sliding to his knees as Pepper kisses Tony and then disappears into the bedroom. 

“I mean,” Tony laughs. “I’m realistic. If you’re doing all right with seven inches of thick cock, you’re gonna be fine with me.”

“Yeah,” Peter agrees dismissively, reaching eagerly for Tony’s flies. Tony lets him. He also leans back and clasps his hands behind his head, because he’s a jerk sometimes. “But it’s yours , It smells like you.” Peter gets him out, licks over the head. “Tastes like you.” He makes a soft, pleased sound before he lets his lips slide over it, filling up his mouth, getting Tony fully hard. And then he's quite suddenly attempting to take it into his throat.

“Whoa, careful,” Tony warns. “Don’t choke.” Peter pulls off briefly, smiling, saliva clinging to his lips. 

“I won’t, Sir. I’ve practiced this, too.”

“Fuck, of course you have,” Tony groans. “Now all I’m gonna be able to think about is you sucking on a dildo cause you’re so desperate to have a cock down your twinky little throat, so thanks for that.”

Peter doesn't pull off his cock to respond. Tony's age is an asset right now, because the way the kid looks with his mouth full of cock, Jesus. Pepper comes back in towering black pumps with that signature red sole and a black lace lingerie set. She has a silk robe on over top, but it hardly actually covers anything, and she’s shifted her hairstyle to a peppy high ponytail. Tony grins approvingly.

"There you are, baby girl," he winks. Pepper doesn't blush but ducks her head a little, looking pleased. She's so damn tall in those shoes. Tony wonders if it's weird to want to lick your girlfriend's calves. "Peter practiced, apparently." 

"Did he?" Her tone is soft and amused. She comes around and Tony pulls Peter off his dick by the hair. Then he smacks Peter's cheeks a couple of times with it, because Peter did consent and Tony doesn't like passing up an opportunity. 

"Cute little slut has toys at home," Tony clarifies. Then he bends down and kisses Peter on the mouth, because Tony’s dirty like that and he likes his own taste on Peter's tongue. "You're going to lick the soles of my girlfriend's pretty shoes," he orders in a murmur against Peter's lips. "Like a good boy."

Peter shudders, his hips thrusting at nothing.

"Both of us, really?" Tony sits back and shakes his head, grinning like he's surprised by the audacity. 

"Yes, sir," Peter whispers. 

"Well then, Pep. Your show." 

She smiles at Tony, wicked, and then her expression shifts on a dime to something cold and demanding. "Why aren't you on the floor , Peter? I don't have all night."

The poor kid licks his lips and scrambles back, lying down so he's parallel to the sofa and just close enough that Tony could stretch his legs out and rest his feet on Peter's package if he wanted to. He doesn't do it, but the idea gets filed away depending on how Peter feels about genital pain.

Pepper’s looking down at the boy like he’s almost beneath her notice. She walks a half circle around Peter's prone body, then takes up a spot between Peter's head and the sofa. Tony offers her a hand for balance, and she holds onto it as she lifts one shoe over his face, allowing him to lick the shiny red surface. Pepper's support leg is partially blocking Tony's view of the boy's tongue, but he's not gonna complain when she looks so gorgeous. 

Co-topping with her has potential Tony hadn't really considered, a new angle on her dominance to explore. It's intriguing. Intoxicating, even, he decides as she switches legs and gives Tony a full view of Peter's enthusiastic licking. Kid even sucks on the stiletto heel, which she watches with obvious lust.

“I’m starting to suspect an oral fixation,” Tony muses.

“ Starting ,” Pepper snorts. “Not surprising,” she adds a little dismissively. 

“Yeah,” Tony grins. “Everytime you see Pep in red shoes from now on,” he teases Peter, “just remember that she got dressed thinking of you drooling all over her toes.” 

Peter shivers visibly, and Pepper just gives Tony a fond eye roll before she re-focuses on Peter.

“Open,” she barks, and Peter stops sucking, just opens his mouth as she drags the heel back and then rocks the point of it a little on his tongue. “Hmm. Acceptable.” Next Pepper drags the sole along Peter’s cheek, squishing his face a little and leaving a pink mark. “If there are tooth marks,” she warns him, guiding as much of the toe of the shoe into his mouth as will fit, “you’re the one who has to beg Tony for another pair.”

Tony strongly suspects Peter wouldn’t actually mind.

~*~

Pepper does have some morals about the whole thing. Peter transfers from working for SI to doing independent research under Doctor Banner’s supervision for the rest of the summer. It’s an unpaid gig, technically, with room and board provided as a favor, and neither of them has any involvement in his research or in the report that will be submitted to his school upon completion. Bruce doesn’t blink an eye at the proposal, given the likelihood that any intern of Tony’s might get kind of fed up with the gig after six weeks of actually working with the man, and if any of the Avengers suspect that Peter’s been slipping away to their rooms at night they don’t say.

She puts Peter in charge of re-organizing her shoe closet to make space for the fifty new pairs of Louboutins, of course. He handles them with extreme care, looking almost awed at each pair as he places them on the shelves, and when he’s done she “inspects” his work and proclaims him a very good boy, as if there were any doubt. Tony stands in the closet doorway, smirking.

“Hell, maybe I should get you in heels,” he suggests, and Peter goes bright red. Pepper smiles knowingly and nudges Peter forward, into Tony’s arms. “Do you like wearing girly things, baby?” he asks, thumb dragging Peter’s lower lip down a bit. 

Peter shakes his head, then seems to reconsider. “Well… I don’t actually know, Mr. Stark. But I like the idea of you… dressing me up,” he admits, blush intensifying by another shade. “It makes me feel like your sugar baby,” he mumbles.

“Oh, but you are , sweetheart.” Tony’s grin is wide as he steers Peter out into the bedroom, Pepper following behind.

“I mean… I guess, kind of?” Peter frowns as Tony guides him to sit on the edge of their bed. “But I don’t want you to think I’m… you know. Objectifying you for your money.”

It’s very sweet, but Pepper’s also not surprised when Tony laughs out loud at the notion. “Oh please , kid, objectify me for my money,” he teases, hands on Peter’s thighs spreading them wide apart. “I’m gonna buy you so many pretty things… most of them can be boy things, even,” he suggests with a dirty smirk.

“Okay,” Peter murmurs, blinking at Tony with his pretty soft lashes and then adding in a slightly shaky, uncertain tone, “Daddy.” 

Tony predictably devours the boy.

They switch off like they always do, but Peter’s always their boy, always the bottom. Or sometimes, it turns out, after Tony orders some choice items online, he’s their girl. Despite his initial hesitance, he ends up going even softer and sweeter when Tony’s got him dressed up all in pale pink, and starts calling them both Daddy. When he needs to distinguish, Tony is Daddy Sir and Pepper is Daddy Ma’am, which she likes quite a lot. 

The first time Peter asks to have his pussy fucked, Tony looks like he’s going to lose his entire shit. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he growls, shoving his mouth up against Peter’s as Pepper tugs at his hair. “You’re such a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Please,” Peter whimpers. “Want it, Daddy.” 

“You really are insatiable, aren’t you, darling?” Pepper teases, her nails teasing at his throat.

“I can’t help it,” Peter whimpers. “Ma’am, it’s just, please, I can… I can take so much, you don’t understand, my body, I need…”

“Aw,” Tony teases. “Poor little enhanced slut. I’m gonna build you a fucking machine,” he promises. “Until then, though, you can have my girl’s fist.” 

Peter really is quite insatiable. For the first few weeks, he’s the center of attention whenever all three of them are together, but he’s also a polite boy, and so over time they stop trying to segment their dynamics so much. There’s a night when Pepper has a formal engagement in the city, and she’s tempted to just sleep at the Tower but Tony gets slightly whiny about it, so Happy drives her back and by the time she reaches their bedroom she’s in a bit of a mood. Peter’s there, lazily making out with him, but the moment Tony catches her eye he swallows and gives Peter a little nudge. 

“Go sit on the bed, baby. Daddy’s in trouble.”

“Oh,” Peter murmurs, eyes wide as they dart between the two of them, scampering over. Tony stands slowly and smirks, and she just raises her eyebrows at him. 

“You know what you’ve done,” Pepper murmurs, offering him her hand. “Needy slut.”

Tony’s eyes are full of fire as he dips his head, tugs her silk glove off with his teeth. The moment he drops it she smacks him clean across the face, not pulling her strength, and then shoves him onto the bed on his back. Tony grabs her ass with both hands as she climbs on top, kissing him with all the annoyance of the day pouring out into her dominance. It’s what he wanted, of course. He knew she’d be this way, and he told her to come, which means he had his own craving. “Brat,” Pepper snarls into his mouth, and he grins, squeezes a little harder. “Peter,” she instructs, “unzip my dress.” 

The boy scrambles to do as he’s told, and she pauses for a moment though she’s already got Tony’s cock out and the remaining silk-clad hand wrapped around his erection. “If you’re not comfortable with this, we don’t expect you to stay.”

“N-no,” Peter murmurs, hands trembling as he unzips her, then helps her out of the designer number entirely when she raises her arms. “I’d like to stay please.”

“All right,” Pepper agrees, gloved hand returning to finish getting Tony hard with practiced movements that make him whimper a little. “That’s a ten-thousand-dollar gown you’re holding, so put it on a hanger first,” she directs. 

When Peter returns Tony’s cock is just starting to dribble pre-come, and she strips off the glove to avoid dirtying it as she twists to catch Peter’s eye. “Sit,” Pepper directs, pointing to the pillows on the other side of the bed, a spot that will give her room to work. “Watch.” As he scrambles again to obey, she climbs up onto Tony’s face. These underwear are lace, with a thin silky lining, and she likes the way it feels when she rides his tongue through the layers. His hands grab her thighs, fingers digging in, but she doesn’t object to that. Tony’s always been an enthusiastic bottom, hands-on unless she restricts his hands. His tongue works her clit through the fabric, getting the lace all damp. He’s never precious about oral, letting her grind against his nose, his chin, suffocate him a bit as it suits her.

Pepper honestly loves being the one with the power to make such a man so greedy and willing to bottom. But she also likes looking at the wide-eyed boy across the bed, cock tenting his pajama pants, knowing that Peter wishes he were the one between her thighs right now. She smirks at him all predatory and he swallows, hands fisting in the duvet. Pepper notices that he instinctively doesn’t bother to touch himself without permission, and she likes that. 

After a minute, though, Pepper gets tired of the tease and rolls onto her back, yanking the panties down and tossing them away before resuming her position. He’s got her nice and wet, and predictably Tony groans in pleasure when she straddles his face again, inhaling her scent and pushing up to get her slick in his beard. “Suck, Tony,” she demands, and Peter actually whimpers out loud.

Pepper smiles at the boy as Tony’s lips obediently form a seal around her clit, bites her lip and keeps eye contact when the suction makes her writhe, riding his face with a slow, luxurious pace. As her arousal builds, she maintains eye contact with Peter the entire time, almost like a dare.

She doesn’t let either of them come that night, a little drunk on the power of it, but she does ask Peter to lick Tony’s face clean like a good little boy, and both boys are sex-drunk and moaning as he does it, Pepper full of soft laughter as she watches them feeling all sated and sleepy. Yeah, her life is not half-bad. 

—

Tony can’t exactly complain, either. 

The two of them are gorgeous together. Peter loves it when Pepper rubs the soles of her new shoes over his tongue, tends to get rather floaty-headed and drooly from it. He’s also game to fuck her at Tony’s order, when Pepper’s feeling subby, and while Peter never really tops either of them, regardless of where his dick is at a given moment, Tony finds it quite satisfying to make Peter fuck his girl up against the wall, taking advantage of the kid’s super strength, commanding him like a toy he’s using to satisfy her. Peter’s self-control isn’t better than the average teenager’s, but that’s not a problem. Tony owns plenty of cockrings.

He’s also a genuinely decent amateur photographer, so Tony has him take some lewd shots of the two of them together, which is its own kind of fun.

They’re more cautious about actually kinking on the wrongness of it all, but Tony’s dick honestly just gets so hard sometimes when the kid smiles and he’s really hit with just how young he is, rosy-cheeked and enthusiastic. They all get STI tests and he fucks Peter bare for the first time on the kid’s seventeenth birthday, Pepper feeding him cake while Tony creampies his asshole to celebrate the fact that he’s actually legal now. 

When the school year starts up again Tony and Pepper end up spending more weekends at the Tower, trying not to think too hard about the fact that Peter mostly makes plans to see them when his aunt has a shift at the hospital, that he’s deliberately sneaking around to keep up this relationship. After this last year of high school, it won’t be quite so ridiculous, but for now it certainly feels quite rebellious. 

As Peter works on his college applications, Tony promises that he’s happy to fund the school of Peter’s choice, even if it’s halfway across the country, because the kid is a genius and he deserves it. But he’s still kind of relieved when Peter only applies to schools in the city, using his spidey duties as an excuse. 

(He actually tries to apply to SUNY Purchase, but Tony tells him where he can shove that plan, because his baby boy is not compromising on the quality of his goddamned education just so Tony can get his dick wet more often. And besides, there’s no law that says they have to keep the Compound as their primary residence. Westchester, despite the opinions of most New Yorkers, is also not that far from Manhattan.)

When Peter gets his acceptance letters to Columbia and NYU in the same week they celebrate with Pepper on her back, ass near the edge of the bed, Peter on her shiny blue dick, and Tony standing with his cock flirting with Peter’s hole from behind. Peter whines, all strung out, riding her like a champ on his knees. 

“Aw,” Pepper mocks. “My pretty little bitch. Not full enough yet? Need a little more?”

“Please!” Peter gasps. The dildo is relatively narrow as these things go, but it’s still gonna be a stretch. Tony smirks, nibbling at his neck. 

“You want Daddy Ma’am to fuck you, baby?” he purrs and Peter moans, nodding enthusiastically. Pepper laughs and pushes up hard a couple of times, jostling Peter’s body as he gasps his thanks. 

“That’s right,” Pepper coos at him, reaching up and pressing her nails into his cheek. “Now you want Daddy Sir to destroy you?”

Peter falls apart a little. 

Tony presses up inside and Peter’s so tight, so hot as he clenches around Tony’s dick, sliding against the lubricated silicone cock already inside. They move together and Tony sees stars. Pepper gives him a knowing look and together they claim the boy, fingers intertwined on his hip. 

Yeah, Tony’s a dirty fucker, and it’s all a little bit wrong, but he wouldn’t trade this for the world.