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Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)

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i am still alive and i am writing a new Peter Parker fic I promise, work (it’s always work) is just absolutely draining me and im currently doing five nights in a row so I’m just writing bits of it when I get the chance. hopefully it’ll be up soon, no later than end of next week!

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the notes???? wow, thank you all so much for the love this fic got! i finally got over my covid and then came down with a sickness bug and now I’m working so much to try and gain the hours back that I’ve lost but I promise, I’ll be back! hopefully i will get something written this weekend 🤍

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.”

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my next fic might be more angsty and sad, i'm getting that kind of vibe today

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MORE PETER PARKER FICS both of yours were so good omg

thank you! trust me, they are coming. i am in love with this man.

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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.”

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divine - peter parker

word count; 3.1k. cw; sub!peter, semi-public sex, edging, handjobs, dirty talk, begging, praise kink, oral sex (m receiving). authors notes; written for @velvetblues505 - thank you so much for the request! if anybody else would like anything requesting then please send it through to my inbox, feedback is also very much appreciated! summary; peter wants to be humiliated and who are you to deny him that?

You had no issue at all with being invited to one of OSCORP’s fancy events, Peter using it as an excuse to gather some information and it was free expensive champagne for you and a chance to dress up in one of your finest dresses that you had purchased long ago, the garment hanging from your wardrobe and begging to be worn at an event like this.

You were fully aware of Peter’s secret identity, your lover informing you of his powers after you had questioned him over his late night returns and the endless bruises and cuts that were scattered across his beautiful body and face. It had been difficult for you to get your head around, especially when you realised the cons of being Spider-Man and the constant dangerous situations that he put himself in but you had to put your faith in Peter that he would always return home. It didn’t mean that you didn’t have endless sleepless nights worrying about him.

Although you didn’t mind being here, it didn’t mean that you wanted to be. Peter had vanished at some point to do his investigations, forcing you to stay in a public area to reduce any chance of you being harmed if he was to get caught. You had been left to socialise alone with random strangers, all of them conversing about subjects that you had no idea about. Although you had actively participated in many conversations throughout the night, and possibly drunk too much champagne, it didn’t feel the same without Peter by your side.

And then there were his words - his beautiful words that had made your underwear wet the minute he had whispered them in your ear.

“I want you to humiliate me.”

Peter’s hand had been running up and down your thigh as he whispered the words, his cheeks crimson and warm as he admitted his emotions to you. You took pity on him and blamed the demanding schedule of being Spider-Man, the need to destress and have someone else take charge for once. There was a part of you that thought it was a trick from Peter’s side to see if you would go along with it so he could punish you with his favourite punishments but as the hours passed, you realised just how much he needed you.

Before he had left to do his investigations, you had begun your fun and it broke Peter to have to leave you when he knew what your intentions were. It had started off with innocent kisses but he knew the meaning behind them, could tell you were preparing him by the way your hand would brush past his neck when doing so, a warning almost. Then you had upped the notch, light pressing your hand against his growing bulge whenever people weren't looking and you swore the feeling of his hardening cock sent you dizzy.

“I’m going to cum if you keep touching me like that,” he whispered, embarrassed at how much he was turned on despite asking for this.

“Isn’t that the plan?” you had whispered back, standing yourself in front of Peter in the corner of the crowded room so no-one could see your hands moving down his chest. “What was it that you wanted me to do, Peter?”

He looked down at your smaller frame, breath catching in his throat as you pressed your hand harder against his clothed cock, a moan coming from your own lips at the feeling. You slowly moved your hand up and down and resisted the urge to get on your knees there and then in front of everybody when Peter tilted his neck back slightly and exposed his neck, the skin was desperate to be marked by your lips.

“I want, need, you to humiliate me,” he whispered, his stomach doing flips.

“And what’s more humiliating than having to walk around this party knowing that you’ve cum in your underwear, hm?”

“Please,” he whispered needily, voice only just audible to you over the booming music. You watched as Peter gulped and moved his hand on top of yours, applying more pressure and moving your much smaller palm along. You chuckled lowly at his dominance coming through despite him strongly indicating that he didn’t want to be in control.

You allowed Peter to have his fun for a brief moment, watching as he desperately grinded against your palm, his fingers diggling slightly into your wrist when the pleasure got particularly good. However, with one swift moment, you slapped away his hand and removed yours from his cock, instead travelling it back up his chest.

Peter was noticeably flushed, his breathing more erratic than it had been before and he questioned mentally why he had asked you to do this now, of all the times, he should’ve known that you would have taken full advantage of the situation. How was he supposed to focus on the job at hand when all that was running through his mind was the filthiest of thoughts? He loved it though, he loved you, loved the devilish twinkle in your eye as you looked up at him, loved the way you fitted into your dress perfectly, loved everything about you.

You placed your mouth onto his cheek in what looked like a sweet, affectionate gesture to anyone who turned their heads before moving your lips to his ear. “It doesn’t work like that and you know it,” you pressed a light kiss against his neck before speaking again, “now go and be Spider-Man and do your duties before i fuck you up so good you aren’t going to know what day it is, alright?”

Peter nodded quickly and began to walk away but he double backed on himself and pressed a light kiss against your cheek, “I love you, be safe.”

“And I love you, be safe,” you repeated, heart warming at the small gesture.

And that’s how you had ended up alone at the party, desperately waiting for your lover to return. It had been almost an hour and all you wanted was Peter, needed the comfort of him just being near you and knowing that if anything happened he would be there in an instant.

But you were alone until he returned and there were only so many boring conversations you could have with up-tight men in suits before you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. So instead, you found yourself walking around the large room whilst thinking of all the different ways you were going to make Peter feel good, your own horniness growing with every thought that you had.

And then you saw him rush into the big hall, his eyes scanning around the room until they landed on you. Peter rushed over instantly, his well-known goofy smile plastering his face as he grabbed your hand and began to drag you towards the exit without muttering a word. He needed to have you at home, all alone.

“Heading off so soon?” You both stopped in your tracks and turned around to be met by a man that you didn’t recognise. “The party is only just getting started, you know?”

Peer gulped and looked between you and the older gentleman. “We have to be up early in the morning and - “

“He’r right, let’s stay,” you interrupted with an innocent smile, turning to look up at Peter with a grin on your face. “We have been invited after all and it would be rude of us to not stop, especially when the host has gone to so much effort to hold such a fantastic event.”

“She’s right, you should listen to what she has to say,” the random man said before he turned to Peter. “I’ll see you around.”

“Come with me, Peter,” you instructed as you grabbed Peter’s hand and dragged him towards an empty room that you had come across whilst you had been left on your own. It was close enough to the main party area that you could still hear the music and loud chatter but it was way more private than anywhere else you had found. “There,” you pointed towards the table, silently instructing Peter to lean against it whilst you locked the door.

“What are we doing here?” Peter asked with slight worry in his tone. “I mean, realistically we should go home seen as i’ve just sat and read through so much paperwork and found some pretty interesting information that i need to get to work on - “

“Yeah well forget about all that for a bit, alright?” you interrupted as came to stand in front of him. “The rest of the night is about me and you, or more specifically you. I want to give you what you want baby, I want you to feel good and I think you deserve a reward for doing so well with your job tonight.” You slowly leaned into his and grabbed his tie, toying with it and feeling his breathing slowly get heavier as lust clouded his vision. “You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” he whimpered, a loud moan slipping past his lips as you brushed your hand delicately against his hard cock. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was without you, kept thinking about your hands and your mouth and how good your lips feel when they are wrapped around my cock, I deserve it, I do.”

You tilted your head to the side mockingly and pressed a small kiss against his cheek. “Are you begging for me to get on my knees?”

Peter nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m so desperate for it, I’ve been desperate for it all day and I’ve been so tempted to touch myself but I haven’t, I've behaved for you and for you only, I swear.”

There was no doubt that the carpet would imprint onto your knees with its rough material as you dropped down but you needed this just as much as Peter did, you needed to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue and the taste of him in your mouth. He was so divine, everything about him angelic and beautiful - of course you were willing to give him what he wanted, how could you not? It didn’t mean you were going to give it to him that easily.

The length of his cock required nothing more but the promise of your soft lips to stay hard even though there was the fear in the back of his mind that someone would walk in and find you both in such compromising positions, you on your knees with his cock buried down your throat. You, however, couldn’t care less.

You didn’t even bother to pull his suit trousers down, just enough so that his cock could be released and you could easily have access to it. There was no doubt that this was going to be messy, your mouth watering at just the thought of what you were about to do but you loved it, you loved him. You would have given Peter whatever he wanted.

“Are you ready, pretty boy?”

Peter didn’t have a chance to respond. You had barely wrapped your lips around him before you started moving your head backwards and forwards, a pace so brutal that his thigh was tensing up underneath your nails, his hand attempting to move towards your hair but you looked up at him with a look in your eyes that told him not to bother disobeying you.

“I should make you watch me touch myself,” you said, pulling back briefly but moving your hands to his cock so you could continue to pleasure him.

Peter looked down and the moan that released was something you only ever heard in pornography. The height difference gave him a perfect view down your dress, your lips were swollen and lipstick smudged and there were a few tears that were settling on your face. If he had the ability to move without feeling like he was going to collapse, he would have grabbed his phone and taken a photo of you so he could look at it when he was alone and his cock was hard and he would think about how good you make him feel, how you are the only girl in the world who gets to do this to him but at the present time, he couldn’t even speak he was in that much pleasure and the desperation to cum was unbearable but he had to wait, he knew that.

It had been like this plenty of times before, you on your knees for Peter in public areas but he was the one that was usually in charge. It was his much larger hands that ruled your movements and used your mouth for his own satisfaction so when you did get your chance to tease, you took full advantage. You had also learnt during your relationship with Peter that the more you dominated him, the filthier he would fuck you whenever you got home or some more time alone.

And all Peter could think about as you torturously moved your hand up and down his cock was staining that pretty silk dress that you had worn for the event. “Faster, please. I want to cum for you so badly, I want to cover my girl in my cum…” Peter grabbed the edge of the table as you switched from using your hand to your mouth again, eyes fully open as you stared up at him. “How do you manage to look so innocent when you are acting like a complete and utter slut?”

Your self-confidence flew through the room at Peter’s moans and the way he grabbed at the edge of the wooden table, his body stiffening as his orgasm grew closer and closer with every movement of your mouth and your skillful tongue that had his whole body warm and feeling electric. You moved your mouth further down until Peter’s cock hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering as you gagged around his thick length, his hips slightly stuttering with every gag, only forcing you to take more and more of him, impossibly more.

He deserved this, he worked so hard.

“Are you going to let me cum? I’ve been so good to you, haven’t i?” Peter squeezed his eyes shut as you chuckled around his cock. “Don’t laugh at me -” he cut himself off by thrusting down your throat harshly, causing you to glare up at him at a warning. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, please, please just let me cum.”

Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva, your tongue flicking out and licking along your bottom lip in an attempt to tease Peter just a little bit more. “Do you want to cum, darling?”

Peter nodded his head vigorously, “Please, baby,” he whispered, eyes slowly shutting as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock.

But before Peter could get his wish to cover you wish his cum, you were back on your feet as quickly as you had gotten on your knees. His lipstick covered cock and your watering eyes the only clue as to what you had been doing.

“Best put your cock away before someone walks in,” you said coolly as you adjusted your dress and brushed yourself down. Peter remained leaning against the table, his eyes half closed and his once styled brown hair now flowing freely down his forehead. “What’s wrong, baby?” you asked gleefully.

“I want to cum.”

“Yeah well I want a lot of things Peter but we don’t always get what we want.”

“You said I’d been good, please.” Peter reached out and grabbed your waist, dragging your body easily towards him. His cock was desperate and leaking in between your bodies, you could tell that he was so close to cumming, it wouldn’t have taken more than a minute but you remembered your plan for the night, you weren't going to give in that easily to what he wanted. “Please,” he whispered again, his forehead pressing against yours.

“Good boys don’t always get rewards,” you said, lips lightly brushing against his before you untangle yourself from his body. “Now come on, we have a party to attend.”

You began to walk away, only turning around briefly before you opened the door to see Peter sorting himself out the best that he could. His cock was painfully hard in his trousers and he was sure that the slightest touch would have him cumming in his underwear.

“You know I’ll get you back,” he said, a devilish smirk on his face as he zipped himself up.

You chuckled lowly to yourself as you held out your hand for him to take, “On my back more like.”

Peter grabbed your hand but before you could open the door, he had used his strength to spin you both around so his back was pressed against the door and you were pressed up against his chest, his hard cock pressing against you and his arms wrapped tightly around your body holding you impossibly close.

“I need to cum,” he whispered, deciding that there was nothing wrong with trying again. “You’ve been edging me all night and I don't know how much longer I can go on, please.”

You tilted your head to the side and smiled, “That desperate?”

Peter nodded and his eyes rolled back as you created a bit of space between your bodies and pressed your hand against his clothed cock again. “You don’t even understand what i’m feeling right now, all the pleasure that’s going through my body, it’s too much, i need to cum.”

“You don’t deserve to have my lips on your cock again. You cum like this, is that understood?”

Peter nodded, tears building up in his eyes as you continued to work him, getting his orgasm closer and closer. It was the feeling of his clothes too that heightened the pleasure even more and then there was that sadistic look in your eyes as you watched him unravel because of your hand that had him cumming in his underwear harder than he had ever orgasmed before.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh fuck - “ his hand laced in your hair as he pulled your head back and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you swallowed all of his moans. “I love you so fucking much, you don’t even understand.”

Peter pulled away breathless and pressed the back of his head against the door, taking in deep breaths as he looked down at you. “You made me cum in my underwear, I feel like a teenager but i fucking love it so much.”

“You wanted to be humiliated, baby, now go out there and socialise with other people knowing that you are covered in your own cum.”

Peter chuckled, “Yeah,” he said simply, a perfectly suited smirk on his face. “At least my lips aren’t swollen and my make up isn’t smudged everywhere.”

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i need to create a masterlist and i haven't done it since i was writing for one direction and 5sos lmaoooo, someone help me

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guess who has covid? me.

i thought i'd take my time in isolation to do some writing for tasm!peter parker because andrew garfield has slowly become the love of my life and i feel heavily inspired to write for him.

please fell free to send in requests for him - i will write smut, fliuff and angst and i will post as much as i can, it's not as if theres anything else i can do.

thank you so much!

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Andrew Garfield: Breathes

Everyone single person on planet Earth:

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Are you alive?

Hardly lol

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Can I also request some soft salesman content in it?

of course! im going to start writing it now as i have some free time (FINALLY) so hopefully it'll be up today but it depends how inspired and in the flow of it i get!

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Yes yes yes! Sub!salesman I’m here for it!

it’s happening!!! - any requests?? Xx

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sub!salesman - shall I write??

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friday evenings - cho sang-woo

word count; 7k cw; smut, sub!sang-woo, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, use of sex toys, choking, begging, ruined orgasms, vague mention of daddy kink, clothed sex. authors note; feedback is appreciated so please please give it! thank you so much! also tagging @xiernia as requested!

“Back again?”

“Can’t stay away from you, can I?” Sang-woo said with a smile as he sat himself down on one of the many bar stools.

“The usual?” you asked, already going to pour him a whiskey just as he liked it. Sang-woo had been visiting the bar that you worked in for the last few months, a weekly trip on a Friday night to calm his nerves after a testing working week. “So, what’s stressed you out so much today that you’ve come back here? This is becoming a little bit of a routine.”

“The usual work. I’d rather not talk about my problems when all I'm trying to do is relax after a stressful shift,” he answered, handing you some money.

You already knew that you could keep the change, he didn’t even need to tell you anymore. The two of you had fallen into a casual friendship, he only ever spoke to you when he was at the bar and it's almost as if he knew what shift patterns you worked. You weren't going to lie - there was nothing better than getting ready on an early Friday evening knowing that you were going to see your favourite customer at some point throughout the night. Sang-woo always tipped well plus he was a delight to look at compared to the rest of the drunken idiots that stayed there drinking cheap lager right until the last minute.

“Want to talk about how pretty my new skirt is?” you asked with a smirk, doing a twirl to show Sang-woo the skirt you had purchased with him in the mind. It was a short black skirt that you had got the day before, dirty thoughts in your mind whilst paying for it at the till with the tips that Sang-woo had given you the previous week. You had spent a solid fifteen minutes admiring yourself in the mirror before your shift and wondered what Sang-woo would say, or do, when he saw you in the outfit. “Do I look like a dirty girl?” you added mischievously.

Sexual flirting had become routine between the two of you. Although the friendship had started off as normal, him giving you advice and you helping him relax with endless amounts of booze, it had soon turned into more. Neither one of you acted upon the feelings though, just odd comments throughout the night and quick glances which told you everything that you needed to know about the handsome gentleman.

“Watch your mouth,” he muttered, a hint of humour there however. He nodded towards the new barmaid who was still being trained up by your boss, she was a nice enough girl but you hadn’t conversed with her enough to know much about her. “Who’s that new barmaid?”

“Don’t ask about her when you are sitting across from me. She’s nice though, that’s all you need to know. Don’t be going and giving my tips to her.”

Sang-woo chuckled and shook his head. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “Why would I do such a thing?” he asked, looking up at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette in one quick movement.

“Maybe you want to fuck her.”

Sang-woo watched as you turned your back to him and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey, getting ready to pour him the next drink. Luckily, it was quiet for a Friday night so you were able to keep all your attention on him and only him.

“No, I don’t. I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Anyone in particular?”

“Nobody that concerns you,” he answered, saddening you slightly even though you knew what he was saying. This is how it had always been, mysterious comments that had you wondering if you were making all of this up in your head. You were fairly positive that Sang-woo wanted you in whichever way he could have you and you knew for a fact that you wanted him more than you had wanted anybody else in your whole entire life. There was just something about him that you couldn’t quite understand. “What time did you start?”

“Six, I'm on the late shift tonight. Been looking for other jobs like you suggested but no-one wants me, my qualifications just aren’t as good as everybody else's and all my CV shows is bar work so it’s not as if they are going to give me a well-paying job straight away.”

“You need to get some work experience somewhere and maybe go back to school. The place where I work is taking on summer interns if you’re interested in that sort of stuff.”

“You’re only saying that so you can stare at me all day.” You filled Sang-woo’s glass back up to the top and held out your hand, silently asking for the money. Sang-woo smiled with the cigarette dangling from his lips as he handed you another note. “Don’t deny your attraction, Sang-woo.”

“Attraction? You seem so confident,.”

You scoffed and stuffed the rest of the money into your pocket. Sang-woo was stubbing out the cigarette into the ashtray and watching you closely as he waited for your next response. “Your desire is blatantly obvious so don’t try and deny it.”

Before Sang-woo could fire back with another comment, a customer waved you down and shouted over his order. You looked back at Sang-woo and sighed, you really did hate your job most of the time. It sucked when other people came and interrupted your time with Sang-woo - he was entertaining and made your shift go quick and his sexual comments were not slimy and disgusting when they came from him. It was the elders that were the worst for making you feel overly sexualised in your job - the typical joke about the head of a beer something you heard multiple times a shift. With Sang-woo, it was different. He set you alight with his words.

“Are you going to serve him?” Sang-woo asked, slightly amused by your clear annoyance with having to leave him, even if it was only for a mere five minutes.

“Much rather serve you.”

“Sure you would, darling.”

---

“Another whiskey?” you asked.

Serving one customer had turned into serving another ten. It seemed that everyone finished work at the same time and that they all had the same idea. You had spent the last half an hour having to converse with other customers, none of them as exciting as Sang-woo. The whole time, your eyes had flickered back to him and watched as he scrolled through his phone and patiently waited for you to return. He had been nursing the same glass of Whiskey since you had left so he wouldn’t have to give his money to anyone else other than you. You found it rather sweet of him.

“Please,” he said as he side-eyed a group of young men who were being obnoxiously loud. “Think this will be my last one and then I'm going to go home and hit the sack. It’s been a long day and is there anything better than climbing into a big bed after all the stress of the working day?”

“Must be lonely.”

“Can be,” he said as he handed you some more money for the third time this night. “Maybe I need to find someone to keep me company.”

“What about that girl you had your eye on, hmm?” you asked teasingly.

You had decided that you wanted Sang-woo tonight. You were sick of going home on a Friday night and having to use your own fingers to get yourself off whilst thinking of Sang-woo when you could be coming because of him, because of his fingers and because of his cock.

“She’s working tonight, sure she will be too busy to keep me entertained.”

“What job does she do?”

“She’s a barmaid, has the charisma to go further than that though. I’m thinking about encouraging her to join my company as an intern.”

You turned around and smiled widely to yourself, you had gotten further with him in the last five minutes than you had done since he had first entered the pub and you couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of what was going to happen when your shift was over and you were laid on his bed.

“Is she pretty?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Tell me more.”

You turned around and looked at Sang-woo, taking note of the way he shifted around in his chair as if he was trying to hide something. You walked over to him and leaned across the bar, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you looked at him with innocent eyes. You needed an ego boost, especially from someone like Sang-woo.

It was with this closeness that you could truly take in his beauty. There was no denying the fact that he was a handsome older gentleman who reeked of sophistication and money. He had told you all about his job and the things that he had done within his company and although a lot of it made no sense to you and went in one ear and out the other, you still paid attention. Sang-woo was always dressed so smart too, his suits clearly expensive and tailored perfectly to his body. And his hair, you desperately wanted to run your fingers through his hair whilst his hand was in between your thighs.

“Nothing to tell other than she’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. She has legs for days, hair that’s begging to be wrapped around my hand and let’s not even get onto the topic of her ass because I think I'd be sitting here all night telling you why I think it’s the best thing in the world.”

You chuckled lowly at his words, every sentence he spoke going straight in between your legs. A part of you hated how calm and collected Sang-woo looked, almost as if there was no emotion there. You were positive that it was another story underneath the bar though and all you could picture was his hardening cock desperate to have some release - whether that be in your mouth, on your face or inside of you. You would let Sang-woo use your body however he wanted too.

“Anyone would think that you were desperate to have me sit on your face, Sang-woo?”

With a huff, Sang-woo pulled away slightly from the closeness before placing his hand on top of yours. “I wouldn’t say desperate.”

“That’s a lie,” you said quietly so no-one else could overhear the conversation. You tilted your head to the side slightly and gave him a small smirk, teasing him in the most subtle of ways.“I can see it in your eyes, you want me more than you have wanted anyone. I’ve noticed the way that you look at me from across the bar, how you always come to me instead of the other bartenders. Just tell me that you want to fuck me…” you trailed off and removed your hand from his grip, only to move it slowly up his arm in a teasing manner. “Don’t tell me actually, ask me.”

“What makes you so confident that I want any of this, hey? You think because I enjoy your company whilst I have a drink, it means that i want to take you home and fuck you?”

Of course it did, Sang-woo was just messing with you. His lips were threatening to turn into a smirk but he managed to keep himself calm and composed, you hated that, hated it more than you had hated anything in your life. You wanted him to be in a frenzy like you were, wanted him to be desperate for any sort of touch underneath the clothing that he wore. You wanted him begging and desperate, teach him a lesson for all the teasing that he had thrown at you over the last few months.

“It’s the way you look at me, the way you lick your lips. You don’t even realise how desperate you look for me, out here looking like a puppy dog whenever I’m around. Everyone notices how you behave around me, Sang-woo…”

It was true. One of the other bartenders had made a comment about yourself and Sang-woo and the clear feelings there were between the two of you. You hadn’t noticed them yourself until your friend pointed them out and commented on the fact that Sang-woo would always be glancing over at you and checking you out, making sure that you were safe whenever a sports related fight broke out between a bunch of ridiculous drunken men.

“If it’s like this then shall we talk about the fact that you blatantly want me too?” Sang-woo removed himself from you completely and leaned back on the bar stool. You stood yourself up straight and watched him closely, awaiting his next comment that would have you weak at the knees. “I mean, your skirts have gone shorter since i’ve started paying attention to you and you just love to accidentally drop something right in front of me, don’t you? If anyone is desperate then it’s you.”

“Sang-woo. Do you want to fuck me, yes or no? It’s a pretty simple answer, don’t you think?”

“I’d fuck you right now in front of all these people if it meant I got to have your wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You took a deep breath and ignored the feeling that was rushing through all of your veins and straight into your bloodstream. You felt high on him, almost like a teenage girl who had just received her first kiss from her new boyfriend. No man had ever made you feel like this simply from his words so you could only imagine what fucking him would feel like but then of course, you remembered your intentions. As much as you wanted to be fucked by him roughly, it didn’t change the fact that you wanted him exactly how you had always wanted.

“I get the feeling that you think I'm going to submit to your every desire?”

“Are you not?”

“Oh, i’ll give you what you want but don’t think you’ll get away with it Sang-woo. I’ll have you handcuffed and blindfolded to your bed and begging me to let you cum if I really wanted to.” You leaned back down across the bar into the same position you were in before, this time dominance clear in your eyes. Sang-woo seemed taken back by your comments but not repulsed, if anything intrigued. It had been a long time since he had been at the mercy of another woman in the bedroom and he swore he would never do it again but with you, God he would do it every night. “I know you want to fuck me and you want to be in control but come on, let me take charge. I can see how stressed out you can get and don’t you think the thought of being handcuffed and me on top of you isn’t the best thing ever?”

“You will never have control over me, is that - “

“I will and frankly, I already do.” You glanced around the bar, suddenly grateful for the horrendous singing of some elderly drunk folk as it silenced yours and Sang-woo’s conversation from every-one else. You didn’t really want your manager to find out about the filthy conversations you were having on the floor, nor the fact that you were wetter than you had ever been in your life because of one of the customers. “i know for a fact that your cock is hard as fuck right now and probably leaking. Do you want me to suck your cock, Sang-woo?”

“Yes.”

Leaning closer to him, you began to whisper in his ear, your breath warm on his skin. “Do you want me to do it whilst you're handcuffed and unable to touch me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to tease you until you’re begging me to let you cum? Suck your cock nice and slow and bring you to the edge over and over and over again until you're just about bursting at the seams?”

“Stop - “

“Answer my question, Sang-woo.”

“You already know the answer.”

“Say it,” you said more forcefully, turning your head so you were looking at him directly in the eyes. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Sang-woo took a deep breath. “I want you to suck my cock until I’m begging you to let me cum.”

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” you giggled to yourself as you stood up straight and grabbed the bottle of Whiskey from the other side of the bar. Sang-woo looked shell shocked as he watched you move around so effortlessly and without any thought, almost acting as if you had just not whispered filth in his ear. “My shift finishes soon so wait here and when I’m done, I'll help you relax better than that whiskey ever will. Understood?”

“Understood.”

+++

The walk back to your house with Sang-woo had been pleasant enough. The two of you had engaged in small conversation, mostly about work and things they liked to do outside of working but nothing more when it came to the sexaul conversations you had both been engaged in earlier.

You found that Sang-woo was more relaxed when the two of you were alone. He had held your hand the whole walk home and rubbed his thumb across your skin to soothe you when he noticed that you were getting stressed out at the mention of some drunken man who had made a fool of himself and you had been left to deal with the cleaning up of his sick.

“It was kind of gross,” Sang-woo said with a chuckle as the two of you walked peacefully.

“Gross? It was absolutely rancid, Sang-woo. This is why I don't like my job. I shouldn’t have to clean up after people who don’t know where the toilets are.”

“But if you didn’t have this job, you wouldn’t have met me.” Sang-woo looked down at you as he spoke and he took note of the blush on your cheeks at his words, a small smile appearing on his face.

“That’s true, suppose you are the silver lining to it all. However, it doesn’t change the fact that I want something more for myself.”

“And you shall have more, don’t doubt yourself.”

You hummed at his words before taking a deep breath. “Let’s stop talking about the fact that my life is a disaster.”

“Don’t be a drama queen.”

“Shut up,” you responded with a smile. “Welcome to my house anyways,” you said as you opened the door for Sang-woo to step into. “It’s not the best but it's okay for the price of rent and it’s close to work so can I really complain?”

“I think it’s nice.”

“You’re just saying that to be kind. I bet you live in a nice big apartment, don’t you? That overlooks the city and looks really lovely at night time,” you said, moving yourself effortlessly around his body as you grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and a cheap bottle of rose wine that you had picked up the day before. “This is a hostel compared to where you live.”

“No, I disagree. A big apartment or house always seems like a great idea until you actually move into it and then you realise just how lonely it can actually be. Plus, this has character. Mine looks like it belongs in the middle of a showroom.”

You handed Sang-woo the glass of wine that you had poured for him and moved towards the bedroom, grabbing his hand with your spare one. “I think if i had to choose between living here and living somewhere nice and expensive, I’d choose somewhere nice and expensive.” You paused and twirled around until you were facing Sang-woo, your spare hand now pressed against his chest as you took a sip of your wine. “Although, I’d be happy anywhere as long as there was a bed with you handcuffed to it.”

Sang-woo chuckled and took a large gulp of the wine, he was going to need all the alcohol he could get to deal with you. “You really want me all to yourself, don’t you?”

“I want to tease the fuck out of you until you are obbessed with me and want me every day.”

“Don’t need to handcuff me to do that.”

“Well, I still want to see you beg for me repeatedly, is that a crime?” you asked as you sat down at the bottom of the bed, now looking up at Sang-woo through your eyelashes, the height difference between the two of you was nothing more but a huge turn on.

“No, just not something I don't usually do when I’m sleeping with other women. I’m the one that’s usually in charge and takes control of the matters. I don’t let just anybody use my body for their pleasure, you know?”

“You can say no if you want too.”

“I want you too, badly. It’s just something that I’m not used to but it doesn’t mean I'm not willing to give it a go. It also means that I am not going to give up easily though. “

“Well get used to it darling because when i’m around, I’m in charge.”

You placed the now empty glass of wine onto the floor before turning yourself over onto your hands and knees. Slowly, you moved yourself up the bed, proud of your skirt for complying as it moved upwards, showing your ass to Sang-woo.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered as he stood at the end of the bed. He moved his hand down to his clothed cock and began to move over it slowly to release some tension as he continued to watch you put on a show for him. In your eyes, he looked absolutely unreal with a glass of wine in one hand and his other hand on his cock, all whilst being stood at the end of your bed with a suit that made him extremely fuckable.

“Look what I have,” you said as you moved yourself on your back, a pair of handcuffs dangling from your fingers. “Are you going to let me use them on you?”

“Come over here,” Sang-woo whispered as he crawled up the bed towards you, his now empty glass of wine discarded beside yours. “Gimme a kiss, think it’s the least I deserve.”

Giggling quietly to yourself, you sat up and wrapped your arms around Sang-woo's neck before pulling him down so that his body was fully laid across your smaller frame. The handcuffs laid beside your body as Sang-woo continued to assault your mouth with his own, not holding back in the slightest as he was finally able to kiss you after months of wanting and needing it. You moved your hand down to ruck up Sang-woo’s shirt, carelessly rubbing your hand across the toned, warm stomach, the skin on skin contact making you wonder how you managed to go so long without dragging him into your bed before. You cursed yourself for not allowing yourself to have him sooner, you were already obsessed with the way his skin felt on yours.

“Please take off your shirt,” you whispered against his mouth, making a pathetic attempt to undo the buttons with one hand. “I want to feel every inch of you against me.”

Shaking his head, Sang-woo moved back in for another kiss. “Tonight is about you and making you feel good and special.”

Tired of submitting to Sang-woo after your earlier discussion, you decided to put your plan into place and with every bit of strength that you had in your body, you rolled Sang-woo over until he was laid on his back and slightly dazzled. Even though your comments about him being submissive were a turn on, he hadn’t even expected you to go through with it but here he was, laid on his back with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on straddling his waist and the night had only just started for the two of you. The handcuffs fell from his mind as he moved his hands down to your waist, helping you to move up and down along his clothed cock.

With Sang-woo in complete and utter bliss at the feeling, you tried your hardest to suppress your own moans that were threatening to echo around the room. Instead, you grabbed hold of the handcuffs that had been discarded and then Sang-woo’s wrists. Still, he didn’t open his eyes as he was too focused on the pleasure of your clothed underwear rubbing against him and the stimulation that he had been craving for months until he felt the cold metal wrap around his skin and the look in his eyes was something you would not forget for a very long time. There was a mixture of excitement and fear, the unknown activities of what you was going to do to him know he had no option but to lay there and be used by you, excited him like nothing else ever had but God, he knew that he was in for a night of it just by the dominating look in your eye and the wide grin etched onto your face.

Leaning his head to the side as he admired your handy work, Sang-woo chuckled quietly. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, Y/N.”

You shrugged your shoulders casually and pressed a light kiss against his cheek, the smell of his aftershave invading your space. “You will come to learn that I am not a very nice person when it comes to getting what I want and I thought we had already established that I wanted you handcuffed to my bed so I could take full advantage of your cock?”

Releasing a deep breath, Sang-woo almost didn’t know how to respond to your comment. He was falling for you so hard. “I don’t think I will be a nice person either when you release me from these handcuffs.”

“I’m not complaining - “ your voice cracked as a long, beautiful moan left your lips, Sang-woo’s cock grinding against your core was sending you wild and you loathed the fact that despite it all, he still held some dominance within the relationship. Whether it be his cock grinding against your or the look in his eyes which told you that you were in for it when you did let him go.

“Handcuffed to the bed and I’ve still got you moaning and acting as if my cock is stuffed inside you. Aren’t I good?”

“Not for long, my lovely. Despite what you are currently thinking, it’ll be you that’s begging and moaning and desperate for your release by the time that i have finished with you. I’m not going to be fully satisfied until you're at my mercy, is that understood?”

Sang-woo threw his head back, fuck he didn’t know what he was going to do with you.

Gliding your hand down Sang-woo’s chest, you unbuttoned his work trousers slowly, your hand occasionally brushing over his hard cock until you were satisfied. You finished by pulling down on his underwear, just enough to get his erection free and then moved your body further down his until you were just straddling underneath Sang-woo’s knees, his cock on full display for you to admire for as long as you wanted too.

Sang-woo didn’t know if he was dreaming or if he had died and gone to heaven but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock had Sang-woo moaning loudly within seconds. It had been a while since a woman had been on his knees for him and he was positive that because it was you and the fact that he was handcuffed to the bed that everything felt so much better and intense than ever before.

It boosted your self-confidence when Sang-woo moaned and gave you the power to move your mouth further down his length until he was practically down your throat. One of your first thoughts was that Sang-woo’s moans and breathy whispers of your name sounded like a perfect melody created by the almighty God himself. The sound of metal clanking cut your thoughts short though as you looked up at Sang-woo through your eyelashes.

“Need to touch you,” he whispered, head falling back as you continued to skillfully move your mouth up and down his cock, working him up to a perfect speed. “Your mouth is so warm and wet, darling. Let me fuck it, please.”

Releasing his cock from your mouth, you placed your hand there instead and moved it up and down slowly, adding pressure every now and again that had Sang-woo bucking his hips up to get more friction. “No.” Was all you simply said, not allowing Sang-woo to get what he wanted. It was your chance to pleasure him and make him feel so good then he craved your mouth for the rest of time.

Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva and all Sang-woo wanted to do was pull you up and kiss you hard but the handcuffs above his head restricted him from doing anything - he cursed you for having strong, metal ones - at least with flimsy ones, he would be able to break them apart and flip you over so he could fuck you into the mattress.

Swirling your tongue around Sang-woo’s dick, you continued the action a few times and listened to the soft whimpers that left Sang-woo before finally engulfing his cock again. Your cheeks were hallowed as you bobbed up and down without mercy, keen to get Sang-woo to the edge just so you could ruin it, an action you wanted to do over and over again. You knew that it wouldn’t take Sang-woo long to reach his peak, the teasing that had been going on all night bringing him pleasure without even having to be touched but you weren't going to let him get away with it that easily, not even when you wanted nothing more but to taste his cum.

“Come on,” Sang-woo whispered, tugging at the handcuffs again. “Let me - “

Sang-woo was cut off by your sucking on the head of his cock, knowing full well that it would shut him up. You continued to work at his cock, using your hands when necessary and deep throating him enough to make you gag and splutter around his cock. Sang-woo soon decided that his favourite sight in the world was watching you have tears falling down your face with spit covering your mouth. It was only when Sang-woo began to tense up and his moans became needier and louder that you pulled away - ruining his first orgasm of the night.

“No,” he whispered with frustration and desperation. “You can’t do that to me, please.”

“Daddy's going to cry?” you asked with an overexaggerated pout on your lip. “Get over it Sang-woo, just the first of many tonight.”

“I need to cum,” he groaned, watching as you made yourself more comfortable on the bed. You were still straddling him but this time, you were removing your shirt so your breasts were on full display for Sang-woo. “So fucking beautiful…”

“Listen to me - “ you leaned down and grabbed Sang-woo’s chin so he was forced to look at you. “We will go at my speed, we will do this however I want and for as long as I want, is it starting to click in your brain yet that you won’t be in charge tonight?”

Leaning back, you moved your hand back down to Sang-woo’s cock and chuckled as he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. You gripped your hand around and continued to apply pleasure to tease him, just like you had done before.

Sang-woo was ready to burst, the sexual frustration becoming too much but he allowed you to take over and have your wicked way with him. You thought you were winning and he believed it to be cute of you, you had no idea what you was letting yourself in for when he could finally fuck you like you had always desired.

“You’re in for it, you understand that?”

You chuckled lowly and shook your head, your hand continuing to move slowly up and down. “Maybe I should sit myself on your cock and use my vibrator to make myself come, you’d feel me come around your cock and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

“Behave - “

“No, I won’t behave. Where is the fun in behaving when I could be doing this to you instead? Do you know how pretty you look right now with your flushed cheeks and messy hair? I want to take a photograph of you so I can touch myself for the rest of time whilst looking at it, looking at how stunning and fucked you look right now. So pretty…”

Sang-woo moaned out at your words, not once has he had a woman speak to him in such a way. There was something about your voice and the words that you spoke that went straight to his cock, making him harder than he thought was ever humanly possible. He was alight with your words alone so with your hand moving slowly and teasingly down your cock, he felt indescribable.

“Sit on my cock,” Sang-woo whispered, hips bucking much to your dismay. You placed your spare hand against his stomach and pushed him down, stopping his movements instantly. “Please, I need to feel you around me, please.”

Mockingly, you tilted your head to the side and turned your lips into a pout. “I’m not satisfied with your begging.”

Sang-woo wanted to die of embarrassment but the other part of him was so turned on, he would have done whatever you had wanted him to do at that moment. “Please ride my cock, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for months and I need it, i need it so fucking badly like you don’t understand. I just know that you’ll be the best fuck of my life so why don’t you prove me right, hey? Ride my cock like the good, filthy girl I know you are.”

You were infatuated but also conflicted. On one hand, you wanted to give Sang-woo what he wanted and ride his cock until he was crying out your name but the other part of you just wanted to continue to tease him for as long as he could take it.

“Tell me you deserve my pussy.”

“I deserve it,” he replied, heart racing as he watched you shuffle further up his body until his cock was lined up with your entrance. “Please,” he whispered, tongue licking his lips as he continued to watch you until you were hovered above his dick. “Ride my cock better than any other woman ever will or has.”

With a simple sentence like that, you lowered yourself down until Sang-woo’s cock was deep inside you. There was a loud gasp from the both of you. For Sang-woo, it was the feeling of having your warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock after so long of fantasising about it every Friday night and for you, it was how big is cock was and how it fit inside you perfectly.

“Made to ride my cock,” Sang-woo said, hands once again tugging on the metal handcuffs that were keeping him in place. He couldn’t wait to get out of them and show you what a real fucking was, making you come until you had tears running down your face and you couldn’t take his cock anymore.

You took a moment for yourself to get used to the size of Sang-woo, it had been a while since you had been in this position with anyone but it wasn’t painful, more just uncomfortable. You tried to ignore the smirk that Sang-woo had on his face as you tried to adjust, the sneaky fucker was proud of himself. It was a known fact that he still held some of the dominance despite the position that he was currently in, a few words at the right time spoken by the right person would be enough to have you falling apart around him.

“Why don’t you move, hmm? I want you to feel how good my cock is around you, want you to make you come over and over again and cover me in - “

Sang-woo was cut off by the sudden movement of your hips and your small hand wrapping around his neck, a move neither of you had expected to do.

“Why don’t you shut that pretty mouth of yours before I gag it?” you asked him, tightening your hand slightly around his throat for effect. “I’ll ride your cock however I want to, whenever I want too and you will only come if I allow it, is that understood?”

Sang-woo nodded quickly although it didn’t change the fact that all he wanted to do was slam up into you and have you begging for him instead of the other way around. He could easily switch the positions, even with his hands cuffed together but he was going to allow you to have your fun, let you believe that you were in control for as long as you deemed fit.

You slowly began to move yourself along Sang-woo’s cock, loving the pleasure you were bringing yourself as well as Sang-woo. He looked like an angel as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, soft moans slipping from his mouth with every move of your hips but with your small hand wrapped around his neck, he somehow managed to look even more beautiful.

You improved your pace until you were bouncing up and down on Sang-woo’s cock, your own back arching at the pleasure as you continued to drain every little bit out of him. You had abandoned the hand around Sang-woo’s neck (much to his dismay) and instead had laced your fingers through his hair, tugging everytime his cock reached the right place.

“Think i’m in love with your cock,” you whispered as you leant down and shared a kiss with Sang-woo, full of tongues and heavy breathing as you continued to allow pleasure to run through every nerve of your body. Sang-woo was a mess underneath you, his earlier ruined orgasms making everything seem one hundred percent more heightened. “Where do you want to come, Sang-woo?”

“On your face,” he answered, now not worried about disobeying whatever rules you had setin place as he lifted his hips up to meet your own thrusts, the two of you joining together at the same time only heightening the feelings that you were both experiencing. It was intense and hot and you loved every moment of it. “Let me cover your pretty face in cum.”

“You think you deserve that?”

“I do, been so well behaved for you. Please let me cover you in my cum, please.”

Ignoring Sang-woo for the moment, you chase your own orgasm. You slid your hand in between your legs and began circling your clit, your own sweet release getting closer and closer with every thrust of Sang-woo’s hips and your own fingers working wonders.

“I’m close,” you told him, head flying back as Sang-woo thrusted up harder into you, the perfect rhythm established that had you needing more and more. “Don’t you dare come Sang-woo, don’t you dare. If you cum then I’ll punish you, is that understood?”

Sang-woo nodded with gritted teeth as he watched you use his cock for your own pleasure, your orgasm soon occuring and it took every part of you not to fully submit to Sang-woo as you felt your orgasm rush through your body, your legs tensing and your pussy tightening around Sang-woo’s cock which only dared to trigger his orgasm.

You took a minute to compose yourself, unsure of what your next move would be but knowing that you wanted it to involve Sang-woo’s cum. You felt alive, every part of your body desperate for the feelings all over again. In the space of an hour, he had ruined your life and made you become obsessed with him, his body and his cock. Every part of him was perfect as you looked down at him, his cock still hard inside of you and desperate for a release.

“I’m going to release you from your handcuffs but you have to be kind to me, Sang-woo.”

Even though you didn’t really want to, you lifted yourself up off Sang-woo’s cock, the sight of your wetness and his pre-cum making him groan loudly. His cock was painfully hard and red, desperate for some sort of touch or release.

Sang-woo watched closely as you moved up his body, reluctantly undoing the handcuffs that had been keeping him in place. Sang-woo admired how naive you were to the whole situation.

You looked at him closely, waiting for his next move. You knew that Sang-woo would either stick by you or disobey everything that you had ever said, a part of you hoped for the latter just so you could be fucked nice and hard but you were enjoying the power that you had over him.

Sang-woo soothed his wrists before staring up at you - you were on your knees beside him, hair falling down past your face and flushed cheeks. “I’m not going to be nice to you.” Was all Sang-woo said before the positions had changed completely. Within a matter of seconds, Sang-woo had you on your back and your wrists pinned above your head.

“This wasn’t part of the rules,” you said as you struggled against Sang-woo.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want you to stop,” you admitted, eyes moving down to the handcuffs that Sang-woo held in his spare hand.

“Then shut up and behave yourself, think someone needs to learn a lesson on who's the boss around here.”

[sang-woos]

Familiar Situation

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo/ F!Reader

Rating: Mature 18+

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Summary:  After the first game, Sangwoo visits an old friend.

Warning(s): Vague ‘Friends with Benefits’ plot; Smut

A/N: First time writing smut in a while so I hope it’s at least readable lol I accept requests if you’re interested for now I only write for Squid Game so feel free to do so!

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[sang-woos]

You can do it. Don’t die in here, okay? And go… And go meet your mother. Go get your brother too. And go to Jeju Island.