Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots

Punishment *part 1, SMUT* (Mob boss!AU, Tom Holland)

Requested by MARVEL8002: Tom is a mob boss and his wife, Y/N starts teasing him in public, so when they get home, he punishes her for a long time.

Tom stormed into our mansion, my heart pounding and the space between my legs absolutely soaked already in anticipation of what was about to happen as I rushed in after him.

"Go upstairs, now. If you're not completely naked on the bed with your legs spread by the time that I get up there, so help me god." he spat and shook his head.

"Yes, Tommy." I cooed, making him clench his jaw at me as he stormed into the kitchen. I smirked and bit my lip as I headed upstairs, my hands already reaching around my body to undo the zip on the back of my dress. The evening had been spent at Harrison's mansion, Tom's right-hand man having hosted a dinner for the whole of the Holland mob. Tom and I had gone like we went to all of the mob meetings and events, but there was one issue. I'd been horny the entire time. And so, I had engaged in a night of teasing Tom and making him very angry, leading us to where we were now.

I sat next to Tom at the long table, the room filled with chatter and the sound of cutlery clicking against silverware as we all ate. I sighed and looked at my plate, a mixture of boredom and pure horniness on my mind. I bit my lip and looked at Tom, who was engaged in a talk with Harrison. I put my hand on his knee, making him look at me.

"You okay, darling?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Mhm." I nodded, not wanting to let him into my game too soon. He returned it and gave me a small smile, his lips pecking my forehead before he raised his glass to his lips and turned back to Harrison. I suddenly ran my hand up to his thigh, making him choke on his drink. I tried not to smirk as he turned and shot daggers at me, his face as hard as stone as he clenched his jaw.

"You alright, mate?" Harrison chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it went down the wrong way." he lied as he looked at me again. I bit my lip as he leant in so that his lips were by my ear.

"I know that you're doing, sweetheart. And I'm telling you right now that we are not playing this game here tonight." he mumbled lowly into my ear, his words and tone only turning me on more. I looked at him.

"Okay, Tommy. Sorry." I spoke innocently. He raised his eyebrow and looked at me. He wasn't used to me giving up so easily. He sighed and fully sat back up before turning back to Harrison as he wiped the spilled wine away from his chin with his napkin. I smirked and bit my lip as my hand inched back up his thigh, making his breath hitch. He clenched his jaw and turned his head slightly, not fully looking at me but I could tell that he was side-eyeing me as a warning. That wasn't going to stop me, though. My fingertips danced up his trousers, making my husband cough and clear his throat as my hand landed on the increasingly hard bulge between his legs. He may have always said that he hated me teasing him in public, but I knew that he actually loved it. I yelped out as Tom grabbed my wrist harshly and held it up, his jaw clenched as he looked at me.

"What did I just fucking tell you?" he asked quietly so that no one else could hear us.

"You told me that we weren't playing the game tonight." I shook my head.

"And what did you do?" he asked again, his eyes squinting at me as he tilted his head. I bit my lip in a weak attempt to not smirk.

"I kept playing." I spoke with a small smile. Tom looked at me, a scoff leaving his lips as he shook his head.

"You're in serious trouble, darling. Just wait until we get home. You're going to be edged and punished so fucking hard that the neighbours will hear you screaming for me to let you cum." he nodded, making my eyes flutter shut at his words and the fact that his lips were ghosting over the shell of my ear.