i'm horny just thinking about Peter on the phone with Tony and you're bored so you start being touchy/needy, he is trying SO hard to focus but you keep teasing him to the point he ends his call and choke you, he whispers to you "you're such a horny slut, aren't you? did you want mr stark to hear you?" damn what am I doing
hi i haven’t been choked in so long i miss it, holy shit x
Feeling the way Peter’s lips moved with yours drew even more wetness between your thighs. You felt his long fingers trail up your hip, his body half on top of yours. The weight of him against you, the warmth of his body, even the way he smelt.
He drove you crazy.
Your fingers trailed from the sides of his face to his hair, fingers tightening in the curls. You wanted to bring him even closer, you felt this need for him and you’d do whatever it took to get there. You were just starting to grind your thigh into his growing erection.
You heard that fucking ringtone.
You both stopped, heads snapping to the beside table. You could see the screen glowing and from the color pattern, it was Tony Stark. You could see the contemplation in Peter’s eyes. Did he take the call and abandon his girl, or did he miss it and risk the berating of his life from Mr. Stark.
Your lips came to pepper kisses along his sharp jawline, feeling that light graze of stubble. Peter let out a groan, gripping your hips tightly as he still mentally fought with himself. He gave in, leaning across and picking up his phone to answer it.
You let out a huff and through yourself back into the pillows, hands resting against your stomach. You were immensely proud of Peter, don’t get that twisted. You knew Queens needed their friendly neighborhood Spiderman, but you needed him too.
You heard the two men discussing something well over your head. You just lay back and tried to listen for key words that might signal the end of discussion. You heard none. This was going to be a long one.
You thought it over in your own head, weighing up your options in this moment. You could go have a bath, get yourself off and hope that Peter follows later. You could give up on this and go watch TV in a huff. Or you could always play a game?
Peter technically started it by answering the fucking phone during foreplay, so you might as well finish it. You got up onto your knees and crept across the bed to where Peter was sitting on the edge of it. His feet firmly planted on the floor and his fingers playing with the bedspread as he spoke.
“Yes, Mr. Stark I am listening I jus-” He cut himself off when he felt your hands touch his bares shoulders.
You snaked your hands down his chest, spanning over the tight muscles of his torso. You leaned over him just enough to see the way his eyes followed your movements.
You brought your lips to his ear that was preoccupied by the phone, your lips milometers away. You let out a short breath, watching the way Peter’s hairs stood up the same way they did when his senses activated. You could feel him tense under you.
You lay kisses across the back of his neck, nails raking up his chest. You let your fingertips gently play with his nipples, feeling the bumps rise on his arms. You could hear the way he stuttered as he spoke to Tony, trying so hard to keep his cool.
He was fighting this with everything he had. But the way you were kissing across his shoulder blades was getting him a certain type of worked up.
“Peter, come back and fuck me.” You whispered, lips right back at his ear.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, exactly like when he’s hitting it hard. Peter’s mind drifted to those times you’d grabbed onto him as he’d plowed into you. He could feel himself starting to harden again in his sweats.
His breathing started to hitch, ears straining to focus on Mr. Stark’s words. You kept your right leg knelt on the bed, your left one coming to rest over Peter’s left thigh. You rolled yourself into him, feeling his taught muscles rubbing against your clit.
You brought your hand to his face, pulling him in so you could leave kisses on his beautiful skin. His left arm came around your waist as held you against him, his left foot lifting up to give you a better angle.
His eyes would twitch to your little show, still trying to answer all of Tony’s questions. It was building up inside of him and you could sense the breaking point coming very soon. There was no way he could last much longer.
“Peter, I’m so fucking wet for you.”
“I will have to call you back in the morning, Mr Stark.” He suddenly spoke. “I’m just really tired, good night.”
He abruptly hung up, placing his phone down on the nightstand. With his left arm still around you, he brought his right hand up and locked it around your throat.
Your hand instinctively went to his wrist, grabbing it tightly as you let out a loud cry. He squeezed your throat, watching the way your eyes watered and your mouth dropped open on command.
“You’re such a dirty little slut.”
“I’m your dirty slut.”
“Did you want Mr. Stark to hear that?”
“Maybe I did.”
“Oh you’re gonna get it.”
