Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Sir *SMUT* (Peter Parker)

Requested by Maddison233: Y/N is the sub, and Peter is the dom

*Please note: as the request suggests, this chapter contains a dom-sub relationship. As I always say with one-shots like this, take it as read that EVERYTHING in this is completely consensual. Thank you and enjoy ;)*

I lay on mine and Peter's bed, my heart pounding and every hair on my body standing up as a result of every inch of my skin being exposed to the cold air of our bedroom. The icy grip of the handcuffs dug into my wrists, though not so much that it was causing me pain, or not the kind of pain that wasn't pleasurable, anyway. My legs had also been tied down to the bed with the long rope that we kept, my legs spread and held open for my boyfriend to do whatever he saw fit to me. I didn't bother opening my eyes to check what was happening, after all, the blindfold made any attempt at that impossible. I was completely and utterly at his mercy, until the end of the night, I wouldn't be allowed to breathe without his permission. But that was just the way that both of us liked it.

"Do you know why you're being punished tonight, kitten?" His raspy voice broke through the piercing silence, making me gulp harshly and try not to get too excited too early.

"Yes, Peter-."

"Ah, ah, ah, that's not my name tonight, is it, my love?" He cooed as I felt the bed dip next to me, to tell me that he was now sitting by my legs. And, was likely completely naked just like I was, a picture in my mind that was only making the night better already. I gulped and bit my lip.

"Yes...sir." I responded correctly.

"Good girl, that's better. So, why are you being punished tonight?" He prompted.

"Because I didn't wear panties when we went out tonight-."

"Yes, that's correct, but why else are you being punished?" He pushed, making me sigh and bite my lip again as I didn't want to give up so easily, but I knew that I no longer had that choice.

"Because knowing that I didn't have panties on...I started dancing up against you..and turned you on." I stated.

"That's right, angel. So, now...you're getting punished." My breath hitched in my throat as the familiar and quiet vibrating of our vibrator filled my ears. I gulped harshly as Peter placed the tip of the toy against my throat before slowly but surely starting to move it down. Already the feeling of the vibrations were leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, every course of sensation that ran through my body only turning me on more as he ran it down the valley of my breasts. Peter broke the trail but only to instead put the tip to my nipple, making me moan and arch my back off of the bed at the perfect feeling. The butterflies of anticipation and pleasure were already swarming around in my stomach purely at the feeling of the vibrations making my nipples hard, the sensation filling me again as he moved the vibrator to the other nipple and did the same to that one too.

"Sir-."

"No, kitten, you don't get to talk tonight. I don't want to hear a single word come out of your mouth, unless it's our safe word. Am I understood?" He asked as the vibrator moved back to the valley of my breasts before moving down my stomach, and towards where I needed it the most.

"Y-yes, sir." I gulped, my pussy now throbbing in need of Peter doing something, anything, to it as the vibrations continued to course through me. And then, just like that, I was given the first bit of that sweet, sweet relief. As if on cue, the vibrator finally made contact with my absolutely soaked clit. I cried out as soon as it did, my back arching off of the bed and my wrists desperately tugging at the handcuffs as pleasure immediately started to run through me. I could practically see Peter's smirk in my head at the fact that I was already giving in, my body squirming and writhing helplessly against our sheets as moans already left my lips.