Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Degradation *SMUT* (Tom Holland)

Requested by marvelbitch11: Could you do a Tom smut with him praising and degrading Y/N a lot?

Tom and I stood in the kitchen, my heart almost pounding out of my chest and the space in between my legs already soaked as my boyfriend stared at me from the other side of the marble island. He clenched his jaw at me, his grip on the whiskey tumbler so harsh that I was surprised that he hadn't cracked it as he looked at me with lust-darkened eyes.

"Were you...or were you not...flirting with that guy in order to get a free drink?" He nodded. I gulped harshly, my eyes wavering as I knew that I was in some serious trouble tonight. But that was where I wanted to be.

"Yes, sir-."

"And were you, or were you not flirting with him to make me jealous?" He spat. I bit my lip and desperately tried not to smirk at his words. After all, currently we were in punishment territory of me getting exactly what I wanted and Tom not being mean enough to deny me an orgasm, but if I let a smirk start to pull at my lips, I'd enter punishment territory of him edging me and not letting me cum for a week. And that wasn't what I wanted.

"Yes, sir." I gulped. He scoffed and shook his head, his hand raising the tumbler to his lips as he took a sip and nodded before putting the glass down.

"Alright, then. Since you want to act like a fucking whore, that's how you're going to be treated tonight. I reckon that you have about two minutes to get upstairs, strip and wait for me on the bed before I finish my drink. Go and get naked like the little slut that you are." He demanded. I gulped and nodded, desperately trying to not show my excitement on my face as I turned on my heels and left the kitchen to head up the stairs. Because showing my excitement would ruin the night. Tom and I had been dating for two years now, and very quickly after our relationship had turned sexual, we had discovered that Tom loved to be dominant, and I absolutely loved to be degraded and praised, the pair obviously going hand in hand. The more degradation, the better, though. Whenever Tom and I had sex, he'd treat me like shit. He'd treat me like just a sex toy, would do whatever the fuck that he wanted to do to me, he'd even slap me around a bit sometimes, but I lived for every second of it. So, when we'd been out clubbing tonight and a guy had come up to me and started flirting, I had seen an opportunity to get another night of sexual bliss. Or torture, depending on how you viewed it. I snapped out of my thoughts as I rushed up the stairs, my hands fumbling to unzip my dress as I tried not to giggle like a child in excitement. After all, the way that Tom had been treating me tonight had already turned me on immensely, so I was guessing that I would only get hornier as the night progressed. I kicked my dress off and started to leave a trail of clothing for Tom to find as I unclipped my bra and dropped that to the floor too as I walked into our bedroom. I pulled my thong down, leaving me now completely naked as I sat down on the end of the bed and faced the door as I eagerly waited for Tom to come upstairs. Tonight was going to be good, that much I could already feel. My heart jumped as I heard the creak of the stairs, my boyfriend starting to come up as his footsteps got louder. I heard him scoff as he obviously got to my dress, making me smirk and bite my lip as the pool in between my legs only grew. The door opened, making me gulp and look up at the boy as he walked in with his hands in his trouser pockets, and the material already straining against his crotch.

"Wow. What a dirty whore. Sat patiently on the end of the bed, naked, ready to be fucked and used for the rest of the night. What are you, my love?" He cooed.

"I'm a dirty whore, sir." I spoke quietly.

"Yes, you are." He scoffed and nodded before walking up to me. I gulped harshly and flicked my eyes up to him, making him bite his lip as he raised his hand to my mouth.