Requested by simpforsoup: Y/N is Tony's daughter and she and Peter are the same age. They don't get along and everyone knows it. One day the Avengers have to go on an extremely dangerous mission and so Y/N and Peter are forced to stay at the Tower. Alone.
I walked into the training room, my eyes immediately rolling as I saw Peter swinging his fists into a hanging punching bag. Or "Parker", as I called him to his face. Calling him by his first name was more intimate than I ever wanted to go with the boy.
"Dad, do I really have to train with Parker again?" I sighed, bringing my presence to both my dad's and Peter's attention as they looked up at me. Peter rolled his eyes and went back to punching the bag.
"Yes, you do. I'm not pairing you with someone else just because you two don't like each other, especially when I have no idea why you don't like each other." He scoffed and shook his head. I sighed. In truth, I also didn't know why Peter and I didn't like each other, we just never had. When Peter had first been recruited by my dad to join the Avengers five years ago, everyone else saw the lovely, innocent and shy version of him. But for some reason, he had started off our lack of a friendship by disliking me, he claimed because I was too arrogant for him. I wasn't. And so his dislike had spread to me, making me soon hate the boy as much as he hated me. It sucked, because he was insanely attractive, so much so that I'd often wake up hot and bothered due to having a wet dream about him. But I knew that it would never happen in real life.
"Mr Stark, can we please just get on with it so that I can beat her ass again?" Peter sighed, snapping me out of my own head. I scoffed and shook my head, him looking at me with a hard expression as we both moved onto the crash mats.
"Peter, I know that you two don't get on, but please remember that that is my daughter that you're talking about." My dad sighed.
"Yeah, Parker, shut the fuck up." I snapped as I walked further towards him.
"Make me." He spat back, his feet also moving him towards me. I stared up at him, my nostrils flaring out of anger as he stared down at me.
"Both of you stop. Channel that anger into fighting each other. You know what the only rule is: don't kill each other." He nodded. As soon as my dad spoke, Peter raised his fist and punched me square in the nose. I yelped at the contact, my eyes widening as I cupped my now bleeding nose.
"What the fuck, Parker? I knew that you're incapable of playing fair." I hissed.
"He said to start. So I did." He smirked before punching out again. I dodged it this time, leaning my body to the side before ducking under his arm and sending a punch to his stomach. He coughed at the contact and stumbled back, allowing me to send another kick to his stomach. The second hit caused him to fall onto the crash mats completely, giving me the opportunity to straddle him and pin him down.
"Nice pin down, Y/N, brilliant!" my dad praised from the side lines, making me smirk cockily at Peter. The boy rolled his eyes before bucking his shoulders up off of the mat. Due to him having super strength, the action gave him enough power to flip us over, making me groan as I was thrown onto the crash mat. Peter straddled me and pinned my arms above my head so that I couldn't move.
"Get the fuck off of me, Parker." I spat.
"The enemy won't, so why should I?" he smirked arrogantly, making me clench my jaw at him. Suddenly, the alarms started to blare and the red lights started to flash, making all three of us look up.
"Mission time, get your asses up!" my dad demanded as he rushed out of the room. Peter climbed off of me and immediately rushed out after him, making me roll my eyes as I followed suit.
"Talk to me, Fury." My dad spoke as the three of us ran into the controls room, where the rest of the Avengers were already gathered.
"HYDRA have just launched a nuclear attack on a small village in Russia. We need you to go and stop it." He nodded over the screen.
"Anything to get me out of training with Y/N." Peter scoffed, making me roll my eyes at him. Everyone looked at him.
"Who said that you were going, Peter? This is far too dangerous for you, you're not ready." My dad spoke, making his eyes widen and me smirk.
"I don't know what you're smirking at, young lady, you're not coming either." He shook his head. My eyes widened too.
"Dad, I'm ready, Parker isn't, that should be obvious by now." I scoffed.
"Are you ever capable of shutting the fuck up?" Peter spat at me.
"Both of you need to stop already, this is getting old. Tony is right, neither of you are ready enough to face a threat this big." Steve insisted. I scoffed and looked down.
"Well don't expect to find Parker alive when you get back, I'll kill him within five minutes if we're the only ones here." I mumbled before starting to leave the room.
"Y/N, come back, come on." My dad sighed, but I ignored him as I got into the elevator and headed up to my room.
It had been an hour since the team had gone to fight HYDRA, and I was bored out of my mind. I had spent the best part of the time trying to desperately avoid Peter, which was supposed to be easy given the size of the tower. But somehow, it wasn't. I stood from my bed and looked at myself in the mirror, not caring that I was only in a crop top and booty shorts. No one was in to give a shit, so no damage would be done. I left my room and headed into the elevator, pressing the kitchen button so that the doors closed. The elevator moved down, the doors opening to reveal the kitchen. I sighed as I was already able to see a topless Peter in the room, looking at his phone. Of course he was in the one room that I needed, whilst I was in barely any clothing.
"Just ignore him, Y/N. That'll make things easier." I mumbled as I left the elevator. I walked into the kitchen, making Peter look up at me from his phone. His eyes widened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes skimmed up and down my scantily clad body.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I spat. Peter clenched his jaw, though I caught his cheeks turning red as he looked back down at his phone.
"We're in a tower consisting of fifty floors and about thirty rooms per floor, why did you choose to come into the one room that I'm in?" he mumbled. I scoffed and looked at him.
"Parker, this is my home, I'll go wherever the fuck I want to." I spat.
"It's my home too, asshole." He hissed as he looked back up at me.
"Sorry, is it my surname on the lease, or is it yours?" I smiled sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.
"And you wonder why I hate you so much." He mumbled under his breath as he turned around and clutched the kitchen island. My eyes widened.
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I scoffed. He clenched his jaw and looked at me.
"It means that your arrogance is what makes you ugly. You think that your surname gives you a birth right to respect, that everyone should just fall on their knees in front of you just because you're a Stark." He spat.
"I don't think any of that, Parker. If you had even spent five minutes getting to know me instead of just judging me, you'd know that." I snapped.
"It's the way that you act, Y/N. The way that you made sarcastic little remarks the moment that you saw me. The way that you looked down your nose at me from the moment that you found out where I was from." He continued.
"None of that is true, Parker. That's your preconceptions about me clouding your judgement and stopping you from properly knowing me. Maybe things would be different if you had actually gotten to fucking know me!" I shouted. He looked at me.
"What do you mean, things might have been different?" he scoffed. I sighed and shook my head.
"Nothing, Parker. I didn't mean anything by it." I snapped.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes. I returned it and looked at him.
"Don't think that I didn't see the way that you looked at me when I walked in, and the way that there's now a little hint of a tent in your joggers-."
"Me being sexually attracted to you doesn't make you a good person!" he yelled as he looked back at me. My eyes widened, as did his as we realised what he'd just admitted to. Peter...was attracted to me. Sexually attracted to me.
"You did not just admit that you want to fuck me." I scoffed. He returned it and shook his head as he looked back down at the marble island.
"Yeah, fucking laugh it up and mock me like I know that you want to." He grumbled. I bit my lip, the cogs in my brain whirring and a tingling starting to form in between my legs as I walked towards him.
"Or, we could do something else." I nodded, making Peter look at me as I placed a hand on his naked bicep.
"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?" he spat.
"I'm giving you what I want. Me." I mumbled in a quiet voice. He gulped, his eyes starting to darken with lust as he stood up straight. I looked up at him timidly as I placed a hand on his torso.
"The moment that you don't want this or are uncomfortable, you tell me to stop." I whispered, making the boy gulp as my hand slipped down his abs and my fingers dipped under the hem of his sweatpants. He sucked in a breath, maintaining eye contact with me as my fingers gently moved down and found his shaft. I leant up slowly and started to ghost my lips over his neck, making his heart start to race as I wrapped my hand more firmly around his dick. I started to pump slowly, making Peter choke and drop his head onto my shoulder. I couldn't help but smirk as his hand raised to cup my waist, his hand pulling me into his body as I placed gentle kisses on his neck.
"Fuck, Y/N." he moaned quietly into my neck as my wrist started to flick quicker, increasing the movement of my fingers around his now fully-hard dick.
"See? Maybe you don't hate me as much as you claim to." I teased in his ear. He groaned and raised his head, making me look at him.
"Shut up." He scoffed before grabbing the back of my neck with his hand and pulling me into a hungry kiss. I returned it without hesitation, my hand leaving his boxers to hold his face instead.
"Jump." He mumbled against my lips. I complied and jumped, allowing Peter to cup my ass with his hands as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. We didn't break the kiss as Peter carried me to the sofas before laying me down on one and crawling over me. He immediately joined our lips again, making me moan against them as he took my hands and pinned them above my head.
"I always knew that you weren't the innocent little angel that you portray yourself to be." I mumbled, though my words were cut off with a moan as he moved his lips down to my neck.
"You don't know anything about me, babe." He stated, his lips leaving hickeys along my skin as he kissed down to my shoulder.
"You don't know anything about me either, Parker." I returned as I sat up and pulled my crop top off, making Peter raise his eyebrow and try to suppress a smirk as he was confronted with my now naked chest.
"From the way that you're currently acting, I know that you like the man to take control in the bedroom." He nodded as I lay back down against the sofa and he started to kiss down the valley of my breasts.
"Just a shame that you're not that man." I taunted, making Peter smirk against my skin as he kissed down my stomach and to the waistline of my shorts.
"I don't know, angel, I don't see another man about to eat you out." He smirked as he pulled down my booty shorts along with my panties in one go. I hissed as the cool air hit my clit, making Peter's smirk widen as he lowered his face to my pulsating bud. He licked a single line up my slit, making me suck in a breath and lower my hands to his hair.
"You ready, baby girl?" he mumbled as he maintained eye contact with me.
"Just fucking do it, Parker-." I was cut off with my own gasp as he leant down and attached his lips to my clit, his tongue sucking harshly on my sensitive core.
"Fuck!" I cried out at the feeling as I pulled harshly on his curls, making him moan against me as I arched my back off of the sofa.
"I told you that I'd make you feel good." He teased, making me gasp again as every word sent vibrations cascading through my body. My mind couldn't form a sentence to quip back at Peter, it was too preoccupied with how good the boy was making me feel. Suddenly, I felt him push a long digit into me, making me gasp as the tip of his finger brushed my g-spot.
"Parker-fuck, right there." I choked, making him smirk yet again against my clit as he started pumping his finger in and out of me steadily. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body not sure how to cope as Peter's movements made the knot in my stomach tighten with every thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers desperately pulling at Peter's hair as I felt the knot about to explode.
"Fuck, Parker, I'm there, shit-." Suddenly Peter removed all touch from me, making me shoot my head up to look at him.
"What the fuck, I was there!" I whined as he crawled back up my body, his wet lips gently kissing my skin as he went.
"You called me "Parker". Can't let you cum if you won't call me by my first name." he stated with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, though still wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to let his boner spring free.
"Is that what it'll take? For me to finally call you by your name? Or is this really a fight that you want to pick now?" I fake-pouted at him. He smirked at me as he started to push into me, making me let out a gentle sigh as my eyes fluttered shut.
"Fuck, Parker." I moaned as he bottomed out.
"I bet other guys haven't filled you up this good, huh, babe." he teased, my back arching into his chest as he started to thrust in and out of me whilst peppering kisses along my neck.
"Damn right they haven't. I might have to keep you." I retorted. His smirk widened against my skin, moans leaving both of our lips as he picked the pace up. All that could be heard was the sound of our moans and our skin slapping together, making me insanely grateful that we were alone in the Tower.
"You feel amazing, babe." Peter grunted into my neck, making me bite my lip so harshly that I tasted blood as I held his head in the crook of my neck, his arm that wasn't supporting his weight holding my leg around his waist.
"So do you-fuck!" I cried out as the new angle made Peter's tip brush my g-spot with every thrust. Moans continued to spill from our lips, my back arching into Peter's chest and my eyes squeezed shut as the knot in my stomach became unbearable.
"Are you close, angel?" Peter choked, his thrusts as fast as they would go as he pounded into me. All I could do was nod, Peter returning it as he reached his hand down between us and started to rub my clit with his thumb. I cried out at the new pressure, the feeling sending me over the edge.
"Peter!" I cried out as I came. Peter came seconds later, moans leaving his lips as he collapsed on top of me. I puffed out, my body caked in sweat as we just lay there. Peter raised his head and gently pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling out of me and rolling onto his side next to me. I gulped, my body starting to come down from the high as the nerves set in. But that disappeared as I looked at Peter, my eyebrows furrowing as he had a small smile on his lips.
"You're smiling. That suggests that you don't regret what we just did." I stated. Peter chuckled and shook his head as he looked at me and curled his arm over my stomach.
"Of course I don't regret what we just did. And I'm smiling because you finally called me "Peter"." he admitted. I sighed and returned his smile.
"Why did it take us having sex for you to finally call me that? I mean, I've been living here since we were fifteen. We're now twenty." he nodded, making me chuckle and look at him. I sighed and bit my lip.
"You made it no secret from the moment that we met that you didn't like me. I liked you but it felt awkward considering that you didn't feel the same, and so calling you "Peter" felt too intimate. Hence why you got five years of "Parker"." I explained. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Sorry, calling me by my name felt too intimate?" He chuckled.
"Well, it sounds stupid when you say it like that." I sighed. Peter's smile dipped and he returned the sigh as he looked down.
"It doesn't sound stupid, Y/N. What is stupid, is the fact that I never disliked you. I've liked you this whole time, but I knew that Mr Stark would never allow me to date his daughter, so I tried to put some distance between us. But it turned out to be too much distance." he admitted. I looked at him.
"You've never disliked me?" I gulped. He sighed and shook his head.
"No. I haven't." he mumbled. I bit my lip at him.
"I say that we try to make this work, then." I admitted. His eyes widened.
"What about Mr Stark?" he gulped.
"Peter, I get your worry, but we're two consenting adults who obviously feel things for each other. He's not got much father or boss jurisdiction on this." I chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. It must have worked as Peter sighed and nodded before giving me a small smile.
"You're right. We like each other, so he won't stand in our way. That being said, can I take you out sometime?" he asked.
"I'd love that, Pete." I smiled, making him return it as he leant down and joined our lips again.