mine - peter parker
word count; 4.2k cw; dom!peter, sub!reader, jealous/angry sex, bratty reader, mentions of flirting with another man, moaning another mans name, possibly ooc, kissing, oral sex (female receiving), handjob, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, no plot just porn. authors notes; i wrote this fanfiction a while ago for another fandom but i found it recently so reedited it to fit peter! possibly ooc but we let it slide. please feel free to request anything and please give feedback, it's always appreciated and needed. tysm.
“Take off your dress.”
Silence occupied the room as you looked over at Peter with confusion. Facing away from you, he fiddled with his phone as he tried to contain the anger that was slowly building up inside of him. Leisurely licking your lips, you tried to muffle a laugh as you noticed the jealousy he proudly wore, not at all ashamed to admit that he was proud of what was his and he didn’t like sharing. It was over nothing - like always - Peter just couldn’t handle it when you and Harry shared a few meaningless jokes.
“No,” you replied, your voice firm.
Despite coming across as self-confident, you could already feel yourself shrinking up as Peter turned around to look at you with a hard stare, his face palpably unenthusiastic. It was a quick glance that only lasted a few seconds but it was enough to put you in your place for a moment. Peter turned back around to continue scrolling through his phone, the hint of amusement on his face but he wouldn’t show it.
“Funny,” he said with a chuckle. “Take off your underwear then, love.”
Pursuing your lips, you shook your head at Peter, even though he couldn’t see you. Your back was pressed up against the white walls of your apartment as you looked at Peter’s back, sensing the tension just from the way he stood. “Who says I’m wearing underwear?”
There was a smirk on Peter’s face as he walked over to the kitchen and past you, not giving you the satisfaction of looking at you. “Flirting with Harry,” Peter started, pausing to down the drink he had poured himself in one go, the burning taste causing him to grimace slightly. It was rare to see Peter drink, usually he kept himself sober in case he needed to put on his Spider-man and go and fight crime so when there was alcohol involved, you knew you were in for a night of it. You looked over at the bottle of alcohol and decided that you needed one to carry on with the spoiled brat act you were playing but you didn’t dare move from your spot at the other side of the room. “In the same room as me.” Peter stopped again and poured himself another drink of the clear liquid that glistened under the kitchen lights, the drink vanishing before you could even get a proper look at it. “And you were wearing no underwear.” Peter tutted in a sardonic manner as he finally turned around to look at you, the glass in his hand as he rolled his head to the side to glare at you. “Oh dear, what has happened to you?”
“Jealous?”
Ignoring your comment because frankly, the answer was obvious, Peter pointed towards the hallway and led you down to the office area which was never used. “Hurry up,” he demanded, voice sounding slightly rough due to the singing at the party that you had just returned home from. You followed quickly, not prepared to take the punishment that would come for ignoring him. You were already in the bad books. “Come here,” he commanded as he leaned against the desk. Peter wasn’t an idiot and he knew that you would never go off with another man, the love the two of you shared was indestructible, and that you were only doing this for your own deprived satisfaction. After years together, Peter knew your needs better than anyone else and the crafty games you would play to get what you wanted sexually. “Come here,” he repeated when you remained stood in the doorway of the office area.
“I’d rather go back to the party and spend some time with Harry who actually listens to my stories and is interested in the things I have to say unlike my boyfriend who cares more about checking the windows of wherever we go so he has a quick escape route.”
Peter raised one eyebrow before scoffing, he knew that you didn’t mean what you were saying. “Go on then.”
Peter tried not to laugh as he watched your face twist into misunderstanding - that was not the response you wanted.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Peter replied. With fast movements, he stood up and walked towards the door where you were standing, his hands lightly on your waist as he pushed you backwards until you were pressed against the hallway wall. “You obviously prefer being with Harry so go on, I’m not stopping you.” When you looked down at the ground and shuffled your feet, a dark chuckle came from Peter who had backed away so he was now standing in the doorway. “That’s what I thought.”
Finally moving your feet properly, you made a move to the desk to grab the bottle of booze that Peter had brought in with him but his body blocked you from getting any further from the door.
“What are you doing?” you questioned, looking up at Peter who had grabbed hold of your wrists to stop your actions. You were portraying your eyes as innocent - fluttering your eyelashes and widening your eyes to make Peter take pity on you but he saw through the act. “Would you like something from me, Peter?”
“Take off your dress.”
There was a time to challenge his orders later and you planned to do so.
You watched as Peter strolled back over to the desk and resumed his position of standing in front of it with the back of his thighs pressed against the wood. He raised one eyebrow, gesturing for you to hurry up which you did, slowly. Standing with your back facing Peter, you slipped the dress from your shoulders and allowed it to fall from your body and onto the floor. Peter watched with ravenous eyes and his mouth soon twisted into a smirk when he spotted that you were in fact wearing underwear.
“Seems like we need to add lying to the list of things that you have done tonight, all to intentionally wind me up,” he said tenderly, too softly for your liking. “We have rules, darling and you're meant to stick to them otherwise I have to act like this. I think deep down you love it though, don’t you? That’s why you walked around parties begging for the attention of other men because you know that all I’m going to do is take you back to that car, drive you home and have my way with you before you can even think of another man.”
You turned to face Peter with raised eyebrows. Your confidence was at an all-time high as Peter’s eyes danced up and down your body, he would never get over how beautiful you were.
“Take off your underwear now,” Peter leaned back against the desk and pressed his hands flat against the surface, each hand beside him.
“Do it yourself,” you said with a cheeky grin.
Peter stood up and strolled over to you before taking hold of your hand and walking you over to the desk. Your heart was racing with anticipation as you waited for whatever your punishment would be. Peter was a tease, he could do it all night, but you wanted to get straight to the point. The tension had been building up since the moment you walked down the hallway and into the living room wearing a dress that would have your grandma blushing.
“Did you think it was okay to flirt with one of my best friends?” Peter asked as he picked you up and placed you on top of the desk effortlessly, not being kind with his actions as you landed with a thud. You moved your hands to rest on your lover's shoulders as you tilted your head to the side and pouted. “Do you?” Peter was slowly becoming irritated with your disobedience. He didn’t mind a little game at all but you knew how to push all of his buttons to get the most delicious amount of pleasure out of him and that was what frustrated him the most.
“No,” you answered nervously. “No, I don’t think it was okay to flirt with Harry.”
Peter nodded. “I don’t think it was okay either, love.”
Peter shuddered slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, pulling slightly just like he adored. “Harry is just good company, that’s all. He kept me entertained when no-one else was talking to me.”
“I don’t care if he’s the fucking King.”
Peter’s face was directly in front of yours as he leaned forwards to press one chaste kiss on your lips, leaving you puckering and frantic for more. Peter looked at you in a mocking manner before placing one hand on your stomach and pushing you down so you were laid across the desk, some papers from one of your assignments falling to the floor. You didn’t care for the uncomfortable position, you just longed for Peter and the feeling of his coarse hands on your soft skin; a beautiful contrast.
“Peter,” you hummed, accepting the fact that you would always fully submit yourself to the man who stood above you with his digits trailing along your legs. “Come on,” you said, hoping it would inspire him to further his actions. “Fuck me like Harry wouldn’t, make me feel things that Harry wouldn’t be able to make me feel.”
Peter scowled at you at the mention of his best friend's name. He loved his friend but he loathed the thought of him and you together, alone and in the bedroom. He would rather stick pins in his eyes.
“You are killing me,” Peter muttered as he started to leisurely pull down your underwear. “And you think it’s hilarious, don’t you?”
Shaking your head, you sat up and wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Peter, surprised by your sudden movement, staggered forward slightly and pressed both of his hands against your hips, leaving your underwear to fall by themselves. One of his hands moved up your back at an excruciating speed as he nipped at your bottom lip, eager for entrance. The teasing inside of you switched back on as you refused to open your mouth for him, leaving him frustrated and unsatisfied. With a quick tug of your hair though, Peter had you gasping and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth.
“That’s better,” he whispered against your lips before delving back in, you permitting him access this time.
You moved one of your hands to stroke Peter’s cheek slowly, the action contrasting the rough and wet kiss that was taking place. Peter was desperate, angry and jealous - a mixture of emotions that would only lead to the most pleasurable of sex. This is what you had wanted, what you had craved and he was finally giving in to you, yet there was still a twisted part of you that wanted to see how far he could take your teasing and bad behaviour that went against all the rules that had been put in place.
Peter moved away from the kiss and stepped back for a second as he tried to collect his thoughts. You were driving him wild.
“Lean back,” he said as he struggled to keep his breath at a certain pace. “Now,” he demanded; his voice was strict. You had somehow won back control but Peter would not let it stay with you for any longer.
Obeying his orders, you leaned back down and watched him thoroughly as he tried to figure out what his next move would be. Peter stepped backwards for a few seconds before lowering himself down so he could see your core perfectly, his eyes never leaving yours. The desk was cold against your back and caused you to arch your back slightly which only encouraged Peter to move faster with his plans. Silence filled the room as you watched Peter grip the back of your thighs, dragging you down the desk until your legs were placed on top of his shoulders.
“Peter,” you whispered, leaning up slightly to get a good look at your boyfriend only to be pushed back down again.
There was anger in his eyes but also lust, desire and admiration. Peter was desperate to be inside of you but he had to remain composed in order to keep the roles as they were. Peter continued to ignore you as you repeated his name over and over again, voice breathless as you prayed mentally for him to hurry up.
“Harry, aye?” he murmured, one finger sliding along your wet slit at an agonizing speed. “Do you think that Harry could ever have you like this?” he asked, referring to your trembling legs and obvious desire. Looking up at you, Peter had a hard expression on his face as he waited for your answer.
“No.” You shook your head and gulped. “Never.”
“That’s right.”
Peter parted your lips with his fingers and admired the mess that you were making on his desk. Slowly, just to prove a point, he ran one of his fingers along your arousal before pressing it against your clit with just enough pressure to make you jump forward slightly. He continued to rub his finger around and around, causing light moans and soft whimpers to slip from your mouth. A gentle kiss was pressed to the inside of your thigh as Peter got himself into a more comfortable position and sat himself down on the desk chair, your legs still resting on his shoulders, before finally giving you what you had been craving.
“Oh, Jesus,” you moaned as Peter’s tongue came into contact with your clit, sucking the nub harshly.
Lapping up your wetness, Peter continued to run his tongue up and down, occasionally swirling it around your clit with added pressure that had your mind dizzy. The whole time, his hands were gripping onto your thighs, digging in slightly to prove his point. He wanted to mark you up, claim you as his own.
One finger entered itself at your entrance, adding to the pleasure that you were already feeling. Pumping it in and out at a stable pace, Peter continued to flick his tongue on your clit and listened closely to your moans that were for him, not Harry.
“Peter - ” you whined, voice cracking with desire.
Peter hummed, the vibrations adding to the heavenly feeling. “Yes, love?”
“Faster,” you said shakily, slightly frustrated at how slow he was going. The feeling was wonderful but you needed him; you needed to feel all of Peter.
Peter pulled away but continued to pump his fingers in and out, casually adding a second which had you frantically begging for more. A mocking tut was the only response that you got as Peter admired you; closed eyes, hair spread out on the desk, legs shaking and breathing uneven.
“Why should I do that?” Peter asked, his voice was seductive - laced with arousal and dominance.
“Because you love me.”
Peter tilted his head to the side and smiled, agreeing with your remark. Patting his thighs, Peter removed your legs and stood up before walking over to the bottle of alcohol that was situated on the other side of the room. He waited a minute before walking back over to your trembling body. During the silent minute, you had managed to sit yourself up as you waited uncomplainingly for Peter to continue with his actions.
“I do love you,” he said as he spread your legs apart so he could stand in between them, the cold air hitting your clit and bringing a whole other feeling. “But you fucking wind me up.” Running one hand down Peter’s chest, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before grabbing his cock through his jeans. Peter looked down at you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. “What do you think you're doing?”
“I want to please you, Pete,” you mumbled as you pressed your forehead against his chest. After unbuttoning his jeans, just enough so you could slip your hand inside of his boxers, you slipped your smaller hand past the material and involuntarily moaned at the feeling of his big cock before removing it from it’s restraints. Peter was doing his best to keep his quiet moans hidden and away from your ears but with every touch, he knew that his walls were breaking down. His eyes were fluttering shut and his mouth was slightly opened - you couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with him with every whimper that came. There was no better sound than Peter’s soft moans that slipped through his teeth as you swiped your thumb against the tip of his cock that was leaking pre-cum.
Peter shook his head before grinning. “I don’t think so.” Peter removed your hand from his skin and stepped back for a second. “Put on a show for me, sweetheart.” With his eyes never leaving yours, Peter sat himself down on the chair and watched as you looked down at him from your place on the top of the desk, slightly embarrassed at how exposed you were to him but also thrilled with the whole situation. “Come on.”
Your feet rested against the arm rests of Peter’s as you leaned back a little. A plan had formed in your head and it was either going to be the worst mistake of your life or maybe the best. Either way, you knew that Peter would know the meaning behind what you were going to do and would not resent you for your behaviour once the two of you were completely spent and wrapped up in soft, white sheets.
Like always, Peter looked calm and collected as he waited for you to pleasure yourself in front of him. He wasn’t stupid either, he could see that you were calculating and had a plan ready that waiting to be used. However, he wasn’t going to play into it.
Running one hand across your stomach, you watched as Peter licked his lips. Hair was falling in your face and you arched your back, the feeling of your fingers against your clit bringing you back to the pleasure that you had minutes beforehand. After a good couple of years of being in a relationship Peter, him skilfully awakening many sexual desires within you and bringing new heightened pleasurable feelings, nothing could ever compare to the feeling of his fingers. Peter loved seeing you in a vulnerable position, watching as your back arched, your free hand gripping onto the side of the desk. It was erotic and was sending his head spinning.
Peter gripped onto your ankle with his free hand and soothed it with his thumb, words of encouragement falling from his mouth as he did so. “You can be such a good girl for me, you know that? Imagine if you did what I told you to do all the time? My good girl would be walking around with cum constantly leaking out of her.”
“I’m always good for you, Peter.” What a lie. “Always want to behave for you and make you feel good.” He had no idea what you were planning. “Do anything for you, you know that?” Not a lie.
“I know, I know,” he whispered, ignoring the urge to join in and touch his own cock but this was about you and frankly, he couldn’t take his eyes away from your pussy, the light making it glisten and just beg to be fucked. “You look so beautiful when you touch yourself like this,” he said, referring to your altered breathing that caused your breasts to move, your parted lips and disheveled hair. “You’re doing so well for me…”
The praise from Peter almost took you away from what you had been planning. It was time to put your plan into action and finally get what you had been wanting since the moment that he had first placed his tongue against your sensitive area.
“Harry,” you moaned loudly as you inserted one finger, doing your best to keep the smirk that was threatening to come onto your face at bay.
Peter’s fingers instantly stopped rubbing the skin on your ankle and instead, he gripped it harshly. “Excuse me?”
Ignoring his words, you continued to moan loudly, rubbing your clit harder as your peak was nearing. Peter didn’t know how to react; he knew that you were messing with him, doing it to cause a reaction but he was angry, and he was going to let you know that he was.
Within seconds, Peter was stood up and was grabbing onto your wrists tightly, stopping your movements. Wrapping one arm around your back, Peter dragged you down from the desk, so you stood in front of him.
“I didn’t like that,” Peter rasped as he turned you around and bent you over the large brown desk, his hands pressing into your skin without any remorse, the marks that would be there in the morning reminding you of what happened when you went against the rules. “How would you like it if I moaned another girl's name? Ay, you’d fucking hate it.” While talking, Peter placed both of your arms over your back, leaving you pressed flat against the cold surface. Your fingers were linked together at the bottom of your back as Peter pressed kisses along your spine until he reached your neck. “You only moan one man’s name,” he paused and kissed the back of your neck before continuing. “And that’s mine. Is that understood?”
Looking over your shoulder, you nodded your head. “Yes, Peter.”
Peter pulled his jeans and boxers down to his thighs before lining his cock up with your entrance. There was no time to be slow, Peter was desperate to prove a point and as he pushed inside of you, stretching you in the most wonderful of ways, he knew that he had you. A devilish smile came to his face as you moaned his name loudly, ignoring the pain of his hand digging your own hands into your back. One hand was pressed against your hip as he found a speed that had you wriggling on the desk.
“Harry couldn’t - ” Peter cut himself off with a moan as he watched you push back against his cock with eagerness to get your release. “Couldn’t fuck you like I do,” he finished with a gulp.
Using the hands that were at the bottom of your back, Peter dragged you up so your back was pressed against the material on his chest. He wrapped one hand around your stomach as he continued to whisper filthy things in your ear, occasionally stopping to suck on the skin below your ear that would leave a mark eventually. His rings were cold against your skin, his tongue hot on your neck and you thank God for bringing you a boyfriend that fucked you so well.
“I love you,” you cried out, wanting to get the point across. “So much.”
“I know.”
Peter moved one hand down to your clit where he began to rub the sensitive nub at an impossible speed which caused you to jolt forward. You had nowhere to place your hands as they were locked behind your back, no way of balancing and all you could do was allow Peter to continue his actions which had you screaming his name, letting the whole of his street know that you belonged to him. His rhythm was becoming harsher as he felt his peak closing.
Peter pulled out and spun you around, so you were facing him. Wrapping one of your legs around his waist, Peter lifted you up onto the desk and pushed himself back inside, already missing the feeling of your wetness soaking his cock. His mouth was on yours within seconds as he kissed you passionately, his tongue having no mercy as it claimed your mouth - claimed you.
A long line of curse words slipped from Peter’s lips as he felt his orgasm grow closer and with each thrust, you could feel your own orgasm getting bigger and bigger, waiting for the one thrust that would send you over the edge and into paradise.
“Come on, love,” he whispered, pressing open-mouth, wet kisses along your cheek. Running his fingers through your hair, Peter chuckled as he watched you squeeze your eyes shut due to the pleasure that was making you see stars. Sensing that you were close, Peter hurried his thrusts and made them harsher as he egged you on.
With Peter’s words of encouragement, you felt your orgasm overpower your body. Grabbing onto Peter’s shoulders, you moaned loudly as you allowed the pleasure to run through your body. Your orgasm triggered Peters and with his hand gripping your waist tightly, he let himself go. His heart was pounding as he felt you clench around him, causing him to stagger forward into your body a little bit as he tried to calm down.
“Are you angry with me?” you dared to ask as you nuzzled your head into Peter’s neck, breathing in his scent.
“Never.”
You nodded your head and pressed a soft kiss against Peter’s neck, chuckling as he trembled at the action. “I’d never go with Harry, you know that, don’t you? I don’t want anybody else.”
“I know.” Peter smirked as he looked at you with loving eyes. “Don’t ever play that game again.”
You rolled your eyes before pushing Peter away slightly. “I would never.”
“Good. Now, go and get upstairs because I haven’t finished with you.”



















