Caught In The Act (Peter Parker x reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!reader)
You and Peter both giggled when you pushed him down onto your bed, and climbed on top of him. You looked down at him, a grin on both of your faces, and stroked his cheek.
You leant down and pressed your lips to his, holding onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him up towards you. You both deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
You pulled back from the kiss and pulled your shirt off, throwing it onto the floor, leaving you in just your bra. You looked down at Peter grinning up at you, and bit your lip.
You leant down to kiss him again, but Peter stopped you abruptly, “Y/N, wait. Are you sure about this? I mean…we don’t have to do this now. If you don’t want to.”
You sighed, “Peter, of course I’m sure about this. We’ve talked about this before. You’re ready, I’m ready. Let’s do it. Don’t worry, okay?”
He nodded, “Yeah, alright….” He grabbed your shoulders gently and pulled you down, your lips connecting. You felt Peter’s hand graze over your waist and you let out a small giggle.
You pulled your lips away and moved them to his neck, leaving small kisses along the nape and his jaw. He let out small moans, which only encouraged you to carry on.
However after a few seconds he stiffened, “Y/N.”
You shook your head, “Peter, shut up…. it’s fine.” You continued kissing his neck, but Peter insisted on speaking.
“No, Y/N….you need to stop.”
You sat up, furrowing your eyebrows, “What? Why?” You saw the fear in his eyes being directed at the door, and you turned to see the source of his fear.
Which just so happened to be Tony Stark. Genius, Billionaire, ex-playbox, philanthropist. Also your dad.
Your eyes widened and you threw yourself off of Peter and onto your bedroom floor, hiding behind your bed.
Peter sat up quickly, “Mr Stark, I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry. We were just….”
Tony shook his head, “Don’t wanna hear it, kid.” He slammed your bedroom door shut, and went straight down to his workshop to process what he had just witnessed.
You sighed and sat up, grabbing your t-shirt and pulling it on quickly, “I guess I should go and talk to him.”
Peter nodded, “I think I’m gonna go home. I don’t wanna get in the middle of any of this.”
You stood up and nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine. Call me later?”
He nodded, “Of course.” And with that, you rushed off to find your dad.
You checked the kitchen, the lounge and his bedroom, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. Then you realised where he would be: his workshop. You sighed and pulled out your phone, calling your stepmom, Pepper Potts.
Pepper answered in a few seconds, “Pepper Potts speaking.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the posh voice Pepper used to answer her phone before you spoke, “Hey, Pepper. It’s Y/N.”
“Y/N! Are you okay? Is Tony acting out? Do you need me to come back.”
You chuckled, “No, I just need the passcode to his workshop. That’s all.”
You heard her sigh from the other end of the phone, “You didn’t hear this from me, but it’s the date and month of your birthday.”
You scoffed, “That’s a weak password. Look, I gotta run. I’ll call you later. Love you, bye.”
She chuckled, “Love you too.” And then you hung up and made your way down to your dads workshop.
You looked through the glass window and saw your dad knelt down, fixing one of his suits. Typical. You bit your lip and entered the passcode into the keypad beside the door, and pushed the door open gently.
You closed the door, and started walking towards your dad. You knew that he had heard you open the door, but had chosen to stay silent.
You bit your lip, tapping his shoulder gently, “Dad? Can we talk?”
He sighed, still refusing to face you, “How did you get in here?”
You shrugged, “I just…guessed the password.”
He groaned quietly, “Damn you, Potts.” He stood up and faced you, staring at you blankly. “What’s up?”
You sighed, you knew he would try and give you the silent treatment and pretend he saw nothing, “I think you know why I came to talk to you…”
He raised his eyebrows, “Does it have anything to do with the fact that you were sat half naked on top of Peter Parker?”
You nodded, “Yeah… look, I can explain.”
He sat down on his stool, “Go on then, explain.”
You sighed, “Dad, you know Peter. You know he wouldn’t ever hurt me, you know he’s a good kid. Me and Peter are so good together, and we’ve been together for a long time now. We’re gonna want to…do stuff with each other. It’s natural.”
He sighed, “Look, I get it, Y/N, I really do. I get that you and Peter love each other and I get that you’re gonna want to show your love. I’m just worried…”
You frowned, sitting next to him, “Why are you worried? Dad, I’m fine. We’ll be fine.”
He nodded, “I know. I know you’ll be fine. I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes that I did when I was younger. I don’t want you to be like me.”
You took his hand, “Dad, I would be nothing but proud of myself if I turned out like you. You’re the strongest man I know, and if I could be half the person you are, I’d know I’d be doing something right.”
He looked away from you for a few seconds and a small grin took over your features, “Dad? Are you crying?”
He shook his head, sniffling a little, “No…no of course not, I just…have something in my eye…”
You laughed a little, “You are so, totally crying.”
He sighed, “Yeah I guess I am. Come here.” He opened his arms for a hug and you happily obliged, resting your head on his chest.
You smiled a little, “I love you, dad.”
“I love you too. And if you’re gonna do it with Peter Parker please make sure I’m not in the house.”
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