Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Naughty boy *part 1, SMUT* (Peter Parker)

Requested by paygewebber: Y/N is the dom in the relationship and Peter is the sub. Y/N walks in to see him jerking off and so she helps him finish.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter lay on his and Y/N's bed, one arm behind his head propping it up as he scrolled through social media. But in reality, he wasn't really that focused on whatever was on his pages. Instead, he was focused on how fucking horny he was. He puffed out as he put his phone down and looked at the ceiling, the blood starting to rush to the space in between his legs as he thought about Y/N, his beautiful girlfriend. About how good her mouth would feel around his dick, how incredible it would feel to have her bouncing up and down on him. He groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"Well done, Pete. Now you're horny and have to wait." He grumbled to himself as he looked down at the growing tent in his sweatpants. After all, it wasn't as simple as him jacking off and sorting his problem alone, no. Because he was a sub. He was the sub to his girlfriend, meaning that he would get punished if he so much as thought about touching himself without her permission. Ever since Y/N and Peter's relationship had turned sexual two years ago, the pair had stuck to their roles as her being the dom and him being the sub, given that that's what they liked to do. Sometimes it did suck, especially since Peter would be punished if he did masturbate without Y/N's permission, but deep down, he loved it. Unless of course...he wanted to get punished. He smirked and looked down at the tent, his mind wandering as he tried to work out how bad it would really be if she were to catch him and punish him. The answer was, not that bad. After all, Peter loved being punished by Y/N, and he was convinced that she loved it just as much.

"Fuck it." He mumbled before raising his ass so that he could pull his sweatpants down. He pulled his boxers down at the same time, his now rock-hard dick springing free as he lay there. He wrapped his hand around it, his lips already sucking in a breath as he started to move his hand up and down it.

"Fuck..." He breathed, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth hanging open as he started to jerk himself off.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Pete, I'm home!" I called out as I shut the front door and kicked my shoes off. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked back up again as I didn't get a response. That was weird. Because of the fact that Peter usually went on his patrol at night, he was always here to greet me when I got back from work. So the deafening silence of the apartment was something that was new. And I wasn't sure if it was good.

"Babe?" I yelled again, my bag and jacket being placed on the sofa as I moved through the apartment. I headed through the hallway, the feeling of concern growing as I still couldn't find him. But then I heard it. The moan. My eyebrows furrowed, my feet quietly padding along to the floor outside of our bedroom as I swore that I could hear soft moaning and calls of my name.

"Fuck, Y/N, please." I heard Peter moan. I got to the slightly ajar door and looked into the room, my eyes widening as sure enough, Peter was lying on the bed. Jerking off.

"Cheeky little cunt." I scoffed quietly and shook my head, though I couldn't deny that all of the heat in my body was rushing to my pussy as I watched him. Because not only did this mean that we were about to have fun, but it also meant that I could punish him. And boy was I going to punish him.

"Baby boy, what's happening here?" I cooed, finally making Peter aware of my presence as I pushed the door open.

"Fuck, shit." He gulped, the boy looking at me with wide eyes as he immediately sat up and removed his hand from his dick.