Ok so I know you don't really write for him but can you do Dom!peter x reader where she like teases him all day at school and then she tries to use his webs on him but he stops her and punishes her with spankings and edging? And also like a degradation kink? Sorry if this is too long
I worked with some of this and then made it my own. Hope you enjoy ☺️ (Peter and the reader are in college and of age)
“Knock it off,” Peter grunted, smacking your foot off his thigh.
You whined low in your throat, upset that your boyfriend wasn’t paying as much attention to you as you wanted.
Granted, you were both working on homework in the middle of the library and you did have your foot inching closer and closer to his crotch.
“Don’t test me, Y/N. I have one more page to write for my philosophy class and then we can go back to my dorm.”
You rolled your eyes, already done with your calculus homework, you had nothing to do but tease Peter. Even if that meant consequences later on.
Knowing Peter was the only person who could hear you because of his enhanced senses, you moaned lightly like you would if he were actually touching you.
You were so caught up in teasing Peter, you didn’t notice he was stuffing his notebook in his bag and standing up faster than you could blink.
“Let’s go,” he growled, grabbing your bag in one hand and your wrist in the other.
You smirked as he practically dragged you through the library to the hallway leading to the dorms.
“Always find a way to get me going. At the gym. In class. Are you really that horny?” He whispered, pushing his door open and shoving you inside.
“And you aren’t?” You shot back, kicking off your shoes.
“Oh I am.” Peter tossed both backpacks on the ground before picking you up and tossing you on his bed.
“But I can control myself,” he whispered, running his hands up your sides, your dress pushing up as he did.
“Don’t want you to control yourself,” you admitted, fingers tracing the web shooter around his wrist.
“Don’t touch that.” Peter’s voice was low, raspier than you’re used to when your finger lightly pressed against the release.
Your hands wound up above you, tightly wound together with his webbing.
“Do you ever fuckin’ listen? Or do you like being a brat?” He bit his lip as he worked open his jeans, pulling his hard cock out.
“You love when I’m a brat,” you purred, bucking your hips up toward him.
“No, all it means is I have to put you in your place.”
He ripped open the front of your dress with ease, eager hands groping your breasts, the cups of your bra pushed down to reveal your hardening nipples.
You moaned as hot air hit the sensitive bud, Peter’s fingers teasing the other.
“You want me so bad, huh?”
You nodded, nearly dizzy with pleasure the moment Peter ran a hand along your covered slit.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” Peter murmured against your breast, pushing your panties to the side.
“Want you so bad Pete, would’ve let you bend me over in the library and taken me in front of everyone. All I want is you- all the time. I, fuck!” You screamed as Peter entered you in one fluid motion.
“Fuck baby, always so tight for me,” he panted, grinding his hips against yours.
You whimpered, fighting against the webs around your wrists.
“Uhuh, you wanted me so bad. Fucking take it, baby, want you so loud the library hears you.”
Peter leaned down, quickening his thrusts when you poured at him.
Nodding, you leaned your head up, aching to feel more of him.
He obliged, meeting you halfway with a messy meld of your mouths, his tongue playfully fighting yours as you clenched around him.
“Pete,” your voice high pitched and breathy when you felt your stomach tighten.
You nodded desperately, hoping he’d have the slightest bit of mercy on you.
“Don’t you think you should be punished for teasing me earlier?”
“No, no, no, please. I’ll be good, just want to cum, please,” you begged, each plea falling from your lips quicker as he twitched inside of you.
“Go on, cum with me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”
Your legs shook as Peter rolled his thumb over your clit, white hot pleasure rushing through every bit of your body.
“That’s it baby, fuck,” Peter swore as he came, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Hey Pete?” You asked after a few minutes of catching your breath.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you, eyes glossy and hair sticking to his forehead.
“Think you could take these webs off me?”
