𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Frustration ✵

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer xoluvx on Tumblr

https://xoluvx.tumblr.com/post/187316292792/i-love-your-writing-could-you-please-do-a

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Dom! Peter, SMUT!! language

Summary → Peter is frustrated and he uses the reader to let it out.

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Peter slammed the door to the bedroom causing you to shake. Literally. His super strength was no joke. You dropped your book to the side, eyes searching your fuming boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” You questioned knowing he was not okay. You scrambled to your feet making your way over to him.

He pushed the spider on his chest letting the suit pool around his ankles. He stepped out of it, hands in fists over his eyes. This was one of the harder parts of having a superhero boyfriend. The times when he didn’t catch the bad guy and he came home to you with a crushed soul.

But you knew exactly how to make him forgot about it.

“I’ll run you a bath, baby.” You whispered reaching up to touch his damp curls, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. You felt his head nod before making your way to the bathroom.

The door creaked, your feet pattering on the cold tile. You turned on the water, testing for the perfect temperature knowing Peter loved warm baths after a rough night.

Satisfied with the temperature, you let the water run. You were about to turn around when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. The initial motion caused you to jump, hand clutching your chest.

Peter nuzzled into your neck, your body relaxing under his touch. His lips placed wet kisses on your neck, your shoulder before lightly sucking on the soft spot under your ear. His teeth brushed on your skin, sending chills down your body.

“The water is going to overflow,” you moaned hand reaching behind you to tug on his curls. Your head tilting to the side giving him further access. Peter bit your ear then soothed the spot with his tongue.

His hand reached out to the knob turning off the water bringing your body down with his. Your stomach hit the cold marble of the tub. Your knees scrapped against the mat. Peter was hunched over you, his lips never once leaving your neck.

Your legs shook under the pressure of his body. You felt one of his hands brushing down your thigh before dragging up towards the hem of your sleep shorts pulling at them roughly. A throaty moan escaped your lips, your eyes shut closed knowing exactly what was happening.

His erection was pressed against your ass, his hips drawing circles adding to the pleasure.

“I’m going to take you right here. Leaning over the tub,” he snarled biting your shoulder as your head fell back. He moved your body up against his chest, his hands running up your sides slipping off your tank top.

“No bra?” He murmured cupping your breasts. “Such a naughty girl…” he whispered bucking his hips, sending you over the edge.

“Please, Peter.” You begged feeling your knees weakening and bruising from being in that position.

You felt a tug on your hair, your head falling further on to his chest. You heard the tearing of your shorts. The fabric falling to the ground in shreds. That damn super strength. You’d lost count how many times he’d literally ripped your clothes.

“No panties either?” Peter growled. His fingers grazed the soft skin between your thighs before disappearing. “You were ready for me, huh?” You nodded viciously while he pressed his lips on your neck.

You felt him shift his weight removing his boxers before holding you back in the position you’d been before. The tip of his cock teased your entrance. You felt his arms shake as he held a hand on your shoulder holding you up against the tub. Your ribs sunk into the marble rim of the tub, but the pleasure outweighed the pain.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He asked pushing the head of his cock into your entrance before pulling out leaving you clenching.

You nodded biting on your lower lip. Peter brought his hand down from your shoulder to slap your ass. “Use your words,” he demanded bringing his hand down once again. You clenches around nothing wanting me. Needing more.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me,” you begged feeling his tip run up and down your folds. Peter smirked feeling your body jerk wanting to feel him.

He leaned over your body, cock pressed against your back. He brushed the hair from your face pressing his lips against your cheek. “Let me know if you want to stop,” his previously demanding voice was now sweet. “If gets to be too much, just stop me baby.” He pressed his lips against your cheek as you nodded moving your ass signaling that you want more.

When he had a rough day, you both had rough sex. And you loved it. Peter was a gentle lover the majority of the time and  you also loved that. But when he released all his pent up tension it had you on another level of high. Like right now, holding you against the tub on your knees burying his dick deep inside you.

You moaned loudly feeling him hit your cervix. Your head hung low as you felt him start to move. He wasn’t gentle, like usual. He pulled out completely before slamming into you. His hips rocking, thrusts deep and hard. Skins were slapping with every one of Peter’s movements. He held your head back, arching your back, while pulling on your hair. His other hand was digging into your ass moving your body to match his thrusts.

He was so deep and you could feel your insides falling apart. Your hand reached in front of you seeking for some support while Peter continued thrusting into you. Not being able to find anything, your hand fell into the water, fingernails scrapping the floor.

Peter pulled on your hair bringing you up against his chest, his hips still thrusting. “You want me to fuck you in the tub?” He snarled lips pressed against your ear tugging at the soft flesh with his teeth.

“Please,” You begged.

He pulled out, pulling you to your feet guiding you to water. Your bodies splashed the water, settling into the tub. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight?” Peter purred as he held your body over his, guiding his member towards your entrance.

You gulped, nodding your head. “Words.” Peter demanded, his husky voice making your knees weak.

“Yes, yes, Peter.” You licked your lips anticipating the pleasure.

“Good girl.” He slammed your body down, an unexpected moan escaping both yours and his lips.

“Let it all out, baby,” you moaned feeling his head rest on your chest, your hands tugging at his hair.

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