Big thanks to @DeoAstra for collaborating in writing this one, which brings a bit of closure to one of the earlier captions of Tony Stark being genetically remade into a Korean girl. I say collab but they are responsible for 90% of the work, so massive appreciation on my part 😌

I should be home from tomorrow so hopefully will be back on track in terms of catching up with requests.

Peter Parker sighed. It’d been a while since his unveiling by Mysterio - with the accusation that Spider-Man had murdered the recently vanished Tony Stark. He hadn’t, and with Happy and Mrs. Potts help, he’d been able to get cleared of that charge, but it left him as the most visible, still-active Avenger - it was annoying, especially when it interfered with his attempts at a normal life.

Professor Peter Parker had been teaching theoretical Chemistry when the Rhino had attacked downtown, which meant his students missed half of their weekly lecture. This close to finals season, he-

Spider sense tingling, he didn’t open the door - he all but leaped through it, landing on his desk with wrist launchers out. His opponent was stuck to the ceiling by her slender wrists and completely covering her bralette before Peter even realized what he was doing.

“Hellooo Professor Parker,” said Toni Cho-Stark, the twenty year old genius bastard daughter of his mentor. And, Peter’s personal nightmare. She wiggled in the restraint, as if testing to see if she could make it loose. With a lascivious grin, she said “I should’ve guessed you’d be into something kinky…”

“The hell are you doing in my office?” Peter was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he needed to say something as he removed the webs. Since she’d started taking his class - the only class she was taking at the moment, Peter checked - the young Korean-American girl had been trying to sleep with him.

“Well… you left class so suddenly today,” she pouted, rubbing her wrist where the web had been as Peter got the other one. “I figured you could finish it for me? And maybe the both of us could-”

“Nope!”

“C’mon!” She whined, the pouting more intense before she rapidly switched into a more confident personality. “Literally none of the ethical concerns are here! You’re not taking advantage of me, I pursued you-”

Peter was rubbing his temples, sitting down in his office chair. “HR won’t-”

“There isn’t a power imbalance, because you’re a fucking superhero, but my Moms are on the school board and Stark Industries is funding a lot of your superhero stuff,” she continued over him.

“Wouldn’t you have a power imbalance-”

“And finally, we’re both hot and single!” She ended, leaping her pert little ass onto the desk. “Come on, Professor Parker, you can’t deny that you want it.” Toni flipped her legs over the desk, a pantyhose-and-high heel-clad toes pushing into his chest and sliding down to his cock - which was more than ready to agree with her. “And besides, aren’t you the exact kinda person my dad would want me to be with?”

That wasn’t fair. That was… also a really weird take. “Did you ever even meet him?” Peter asked, genuinely curious. Mrs. Potts had only publicly recognized the girl a year after Tony’s disappearance, a couple months before she got engaged to Helen Cho, Toni’s mother. Despite Toni Cho-Stark having grown up with Stark Industries in her lap, no one - even Peter himself - had heard of her before hand. He doubted whether Mr. Stark ever knew she existed.

“I know him like my own mind,” she said cheekily with a grin, before shoving herself off the desk and into Peter’s lap. With spider-sense, and his enhanced reaction time, it should’ve been easy to stop her. And yet somehow, he just couldn’t get to her in time, and now he was being straddled. Oh bother.

He rolled his eyes, breathing in the heady smell of her perfume and machine oil. She really was like her dad in that regard. “Do I even get a choice in the matter?” he asked sardonically, already knowing where this was going to go and at peace with it.

“Not particularly,” she said as she unbuttoned her little bralette and pulled his face towards hers by the collar.