Warnings: Smut, of course
More dom reader and subby pete pls!!! maybe something like a badass shield agent reader? and peter having a crush on her and there goes the smut? hope u like this idea, take ur time!!
Iâve been holding onto this for a couple of days now. Iâm quite proud of how it turned out, I had to stop for air quite a few times as I wrote it so beware. This is my Christmas gift to you, consider me your Naughty Pagan SantađĽ
âP-pleaseâ Peterâs desperate plea broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, no louder than a whisper and at first you werenât even sure he had spoken, but then he begged again, âPlease, please!"Â
You were torturing him, breaking him, shattering him to dust and then putting him back together again, building him anew to your liking, and he wasnât sure how much more he would be able to take without losing his mind. He felt your smile against his hip bone and dared looking down, teary red rimmed eyes meeting yours, ablazed and alluring, every bit as beautiful as the first time he had seen them. He had lost himself in those eyes more times than he could count, and yet he could map them to micrometric precision, dozens of pictures on his phone dedicated solely to them, to their idiosyncrasies and nuances under different lighting. Â
He never thought he could have this, never thought he could have you: Y/n from biology. Agent 16, S.H.I.E.L.D. level 7. "I guess itâs something we have in common,â You had said, âwe are both liars.â Peter had wanted to argue that it wasnât the same thing, but it was hard to complain as you drove away from the angry mob of Mysterio stans you had saved him from. You had been fast, efficient, one quick drive to Manhattan, to the helipad of the ex-Avengerâs tower (now property of S.H.I.E.L.D.) and before the day was over, you both were out of the city, out of the country, on that desert island just the two of you.
The feeling of your tongue, hot and wet on the v of his hips pulled him back into the present. You sucked a little pineapple cube, cold against his fevered skin, into your mouth, before chasing down the drop of juice the fruit had left behind with your tongue. Peter dug his fingers on the white, soft sand, searching in vain for purchase. He squirmed, a steady stream of âpleasepleasepleaseâ falling from his lips, as you ate a piece of cantaloupe off his abs.Â
You were using his body as a plate, eating fresh fruit off it, a new torment to add to the long list of wicked, delicious ways you had been playing with him all afternoon. You had been pleasuring him for a couple of hours now, and he was delirious with it, overstimulated. He felt immaterial, disembodied, undone. He was soft clay under your hands, under your mouth, under your tongue. Your touch was the only thing shaping his reality, shaping him. So what if the whole world knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man? He wasnât either of them anymore. Here on this island, laying under you, he wasnât the next Tony Stark or the last Avenger; he was just 'baby boyâ, and 'tigerâ and whatever else you choose to call him.Â
He didnât have to save any body, because you had saved him, didnât have to decide anything cause you gave the orders. You could take care of him, all he had to do was surrender to you.Â
You crawled up his body, tiny slice of watermelon between your lips, and Peter immediately parted his, to let you glide it into his mouth. It tasted faintly of your strawberry lip balm, making his head dizzy with longing.
âPleaseâ he croaked again, after swallowing the sweet, juicy fruit.Â
âWhat do you need baby boy?â You breathed, hot against his ear.
âTo kiss youâ he panted, âplease, let me kiss youâ
You complied, and he finally got to taste your soft, warm mouth. Strawberry lipstick and cherries and himself and he loved it, loved that sharp bitter tang on your palate. His fingers buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer to taste it better. Only when you pulled away, giggling a little maliciously, did he realize his mistake.
âBad, bad boyâ You leaned back, disentangling from his fingers, sitting up and away from him.
âNo, please, Iâll do anythingâ He moved to get up too, but caught himself at the last second, your disapproving glare all that was needed to halt his movements. You smiled to yourself, he truly was insatiable. After coming so many times that afternoon, he still looked heartbroken at the prospect of this little game of yours ending. With his big brown eyes full of tears and bottom lip wobbling slightly, he was just too God damn adorable, and you⌠well, unlike him you were only human.Â
But he still needed to be punished.
âYou like what we do, baby boy?â You inquired, sitting back down, straddling him, pressing yourself against him, only the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms separating your core from his gorgeous, naked cock. âYou like the way we play?"Â
He nodded frantically as you started to rock on top of him, tearing a moan from his lips.
"Do you like the things I do to you?â
âYes, ma'amâ he groaned. You ranked your fingernails down his chest, down his stomach.
âDo you like it when I touch you?"Â
You reached back, untying the scarf you had turned into a bandeau. Peters hands twitched, but he kept them by his sides.
âDo you like looking at me?â
âGod, yes!â He cried, as you rubbed yourself down on him harder, faster, âI love it, love watching you! I - I love.."Â
You stopped moving, making Peter whine loudly, fists hitting the sand like a little boy throwing a tantrum.Â
"Do you want to touch me?â
âYes! Please, please ma'am, please let me touch youâŚâ
How could you ever say no to that? You nodded your permission and chucked as Peterâs hands went straight to your breasts.Â
âCan IâŚâ Peter hesitated, not wanting to push his luck. But judging by the way your head lolled back, you seemed to be enjoying his touch, and that gave him courage. âCan I put my mouth on you, ma'am?"Â
You smirked, looking down at him through half shut eyes,
"Such a greedy boyâŚâ You scolded, but tugged him up to a sitting position anyway, capturing his lips again. The feeling of your nipples against the naked skin of his chest had him moaning into your mouth, and you swallowed it, devoured it, dominating the kiss as you were dominating him. Your hips started to move again, by their own volition, and his followed in kind, until you both were breathing hard. You broke the kiss, pulling at his soft curls, guiding his mouth to where you wanted it. He wasted no time at nibbling and sucking, rolling your nipples with the tip of his tongue, first one and then the other. He had a naturally talented tongue, and you couldnât wait to see what else he could do with it.Â
âIâm going to ride your face until I comeâ you were proud of how steady and commanding your voice was, âand then, Iâm going to ride your cock until you comeâŚâ
His answering broken sob let you know he was ok with that idea.
âAnd then⌠then Iâm going to keep on ridding you⌠gonna go on⌠and on⌠Iâm not going to stop until you give me all your comeâŚâ
âYes, oh my god yes!â
âUntil itâs gushing out of meâŚâ
âYesyesyesâŚâ Peter was close, so so close. Between the rocking of your hips and your words, he was seconds away from bursting, and you knew it.Â
Thatâs exactly why you stopped, and pushed him away from you, watching him fall back onto the sand. It was just for show, of course. He was way stronger than you and, if he wanted to, he could easily flip you, overpower you and have his way with you. That only made the adrenaline rush greater, knowing how powerful he really was, knowing he was giving up all that power willingly and placing it on your hands to do with it, with him, as you pleased.
To use him as you pleased.
âŚYou had always loved big guns.
âIâm going to give you a choice now, tigerâ You spoke over the cute little whimpers escaping his throat. He was so precious, so innocent, you almost felt bad for corrupting him like this. Almost. âI am going to do all the things I just promised, I wonât stop you from coming again. And you can keep on touching me while I do those things to you⌠or you can keep on watching me, but not bothâ
He met your eyes and you could see the conflict behind his. He looked about ready to cry, fingers trembling where they rested on your thighs, brown orbs never leaving yours, imploring. You straddling his waist almost naked, free and unashamed under the clear summer sky, were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he didnât want to give that up. But the thought of taking his hands away from your soft skin, from your lovely body, was almost physically painful.
âI-I canâtâ He stammered, a little pathetically but he was long past pride, âplease, donât make me chooseâ
âThen I guess Iâll have to choose for youâ
You tried to pry his hands away, but he held on tighter.
âNo! No, please, I wanna touch!â
You leaned over, taking your abandoned silk scarf from the sand, tying it around his head and over his eyes.
âBut I wanna see you!â He complained petulantly. Such a brat⌠you were going to love breaking him.
âBut you misbehaved, baby boyâ You reminded him, âYou touched me without permission, and now this is your punishment. I canât just let you off the hook now, can I? Canât let you think you can get away with anythingâŚâ
âOne more wordâ he felt your hand squeeze his balls softly, warningly, âand youâll regret it"Â
He snapped his mouth shut.
"Atta boyâ You approved, rewarding him with a filthy open mouthed kiss before standing up. Peter didnât have time to protest before something, a piece of cloth hit him square in the face. He fisted it in his left hand, the wet patch letting him now right away it was your bikini bottoms. Peter pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply.Â
âDirty boyâ you tsked from somewhere near his pelvis, startling him. He felt your warm breath against his cock right before he felt your searing tongue, placing one long lick from base to red, angry tip.Â
You laughed and then you were gone again, only to flick at his nipple a moment later, making him cry out. You kept on toying with him for a few minutes, a kiss here, a suck there, until finally, finally, he heard your knees hitting the sand at either side of his head as you slowly lowered yourself, hovering right above his mouth.Â
He ventured a lick, but you backed away. He gave chase, straining his neck, but you always raised yourself just enough for him to be unable to make contact, until he frustratedly grabbed a hold of your thighs, using his superior strength to force you down onto his face.
âHoly fuck!â This time, it was your turn to curse as his tongue made it straight into your soft, velvety insides, delving deep, crashing unexpectedly with something cool and sweet. He twirled his tongue around until he was able to take it into his mouth, moaning as he bit down onto it. You had buried a strawberry inside your pussy for him to find.Â
And you called him dirty.Â
He swallowed and thrusted his tongue inside you again. You were sweeter than the strawberry and he wondered idly if his Spider half had anything to do with it, if he could somehow taste your pheromones or something. Or if it was simply you, delicious and addictive all of your own.Â
You were making the most beautiful sounds, bucking your hips erratically, wave after wave of sugary nectar falling to his lips as his nose bumped against your clit with every one of your movements. And he was mad about it, mad about you, growling and moaning into your cunt. He couldnât possibly want you more than he did right then, cock so hard it hurt, pelvis grinding pitifully against nothing. But he wasnât important, this was all about you, about pleasing you, worshiping every inch of you. His amazon, his pagan goddess in a tropical paradise. Even back in Europe, hell, even way back in New York, all he had ever wanted was this: For you to let him adore you.Â
Peter had never understood the need to submit, what was about being tossed and ordered around that appealed so much to those men on the internet. Not until he met you.
Because from the moment he met you, he wanted to belong to you, to be your slave and follow your every command, fulfil your every need.Â
And now you were screaming, falling apart above him and he had done that, he was the one you were coming for. It made his head swim with pride and something else, something unnamed and powerful. He kept on lapping at your cunt, leisurely, slow like honey, until your legs stopped trembling.Â
You pushed his curls, slick with sweat, away from his forehead tenderly.
âGood boy,â You cooed, âIâm so proud of you, you did so goodâ
A warm feeling spread out in Peterâs chest at your words.Â
âThank you, ma'am. Good enough for my punishment to be over?â
You laughed breathlessly as you pushed his hands away and stood up on slightly unstable legs.
His pout was so cute you had to bend down and kiss it off his face.Â
âPretty please?â He insisted, once he felt you straddling his thighs.Â
âDonât be difficult, baby. Donât you want to be good for me?â
âI d- OHâ your hot hand around his shaft made him cry out, cutting his answer short. Had you known before a hand job was all it took to shut Peter Parker up⌠You would probably have done everything exactly the same, actually.Â
Peterâs head was already trashing from side to side as your hand moved, deliberately slow. Up and down, up and down, up and downâŚ
Up⌠up, up, guiding him into your tight, exquisite heat. He heard you moan as you buried his cock inside you to the hilt, pelvis kissing yours.Â
âYou are⌠the best thing Iâve ever felt inside me"Â
He groaned his agreement, hands flying to your waist, as you started to move, started sliding up and down his cock steadily, imitating the same unhurried rhythm you used with your hand.Â
But your cunt felt so much better than your palm, all that wet, silky pressure over every lavish inch of him⌠up and down, up and downâŚ
He felt you brace yourself on his abdomen, nails digging into firm flesh.
Up and down⌠up and down⌠Faster.
"Peter⌠oh, god, you feel so good⌠So good between my legsâ
And you felt like heaven, he wanted to tell you, but he was reduced to cries and sobs, to clutching and grabbing at your skin, fingertips eagerly searching any part of your body they could reach. You took one of his hands and lowered it until his thumb was right above your clit, your own fingers showing him how to rub just right to make pleasure explode inside your loins.Â
His eyes fluttered open underneath the blindfold. He didnât mean to, he truly didnât, he wanted to be good, he wanted to obey, but this? You riding him hard, coming from his cock and his fingers? It was a vision way too tempting to resist. He could see you clearly through the rainbow of silk threads, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream, little beads of sweat glimmering on your skin under the sun, sparkling almost as bright as the jewel colored water on the horizon behind you. And your cunt, juicy and red as the strawberries you favoured, stretched around his cock, taking it in over and over and over again, little contractions milking him, hungry for his come.Â
So he gave it to you, surging deep inside you, hips thrusting up to meet yours. You almost fell back, but he caught you in his arms just in time. Raising to a sitting position still buried inside you, he gathered you to his chest, the makeshift blindfold falling from his face.
You smiled, a little drunkenly,
Closing your arms around his shoulders, you tucked your face into his neck. You were boneless, completely spent and sated, about to fall asleep, lulled by his soft caresses on your back, when you felt him start moving inside you again.Â
Tired and overstimulated, you tried to get up, get away but his arms, strong as steel around you held you to him, as he rocked beneath you, pubic bone smashing into your oversensitized clit with every drag. Pushing against his shoulder also proved completely useless, his hold on you only tightening, as he started fucking up into you harder.Â
You bit into his shoulder, making him groan.
âI think⌠think I like that punishment betterâŚâ He declared, grabbing your chin, holding you in place to kiss you, deep and dirty, only releasing your lips once your head was spinning, your lungs burning. You gasped for air.
âNaughtyâ You admonished, still struggling against him, albeit a little halfheartedly. He splayed one of his hands against your lower back, pressing you to him. The new pressure was delicious, the heat starting to build again, even if you didnât want it âYouâre so naughtyâ
He scraped his teeth softly on the hollow of your throat, only to sooth it with his tongue seconds later, his cock moving so deep you could feel it hit your cervix. You screamed, he was going to tear another orgasm out of you soon.
âOnly holding you to your wordâ He whispered against your skin, making goosebumps erupt down your spine, âYou promised not to stop⌠until I give you all my comeâ
PS: Let me know if you are reading this under the table during a horrible family reunion, Iâ love to bring you a little joy during these very difficult rimes⌠Love ya!!
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