Requested by ghostwriter3456: Peter edges Y/N loads but then doesn't let her cum at the end of sex. She punishes him in return by banning him from touching her for a week, and banning him from sex for a month.

"Peter, please, I'm so fucking close, please." I panted, my eyes squeezing shut and my mouth hanging open as my wrists desperately pulled at the handcuffs that were keeping my wrists restrained to the headboard.

"You know that you're not cumming, baby, so there's no point in begging for it." Peter cooed against my clit, making me choke as his arms curled further around my legs and pulled my core even more against his mouth. My boyfriend's lips and tongue had been working wonders on me for the last ten minutes, him already having edged me twice as part of my punishment. Part of the punishment that I was receiving for making Peter jealous at a party that we'd gone to together, admittedly completely intentionally. Peter had lost his shit when we had gotten home, hence why I was currently stark naked and handcuffed to our bed as the boy pushed my body right to the brink of orgasm...before harshly pulling me away from the sweet relief. The knot in my stomach was unbearably tight by now, moans freely leaving my lips and my body squirming and moving as much as it could underneath Peter's grip as my entire being begged for release. But I knew that I wasn't about to get one. Not yet.

"Peter, please, I need to cum, fucking please!" I cried out as I arched my back off of the bed and desperately pulled on my restraints.

"Are you close, angel? Are you there?" He hummed against me.

"N-no-."

"Don't lie to me, babe. You do not want to lie to me right now." He spat. I choked and squeezed my eyes shut before opening them again to look down at him.

"Fine, yes, I'm close-." As soon as I spoke, Peter detached his mouth from my pussy. I groaned and threw my head back in annoyance, my high soon enough fizzling out as Peter looked up at me.

"You're so mean." I pouted as my eyes flicked over my naked boyfriend.

"I'm not mean, baby, you know what happens when you misbehave." He smirked and shook his head as he crawled back towards me. I squealed as he pulled on my hips and pulled me over and onto my knees so that my ass was facing him as I gripped the headboard for any form of stability. I gulped harshly, my extremely sensitive pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was about to happen as I heard the quiet ripping of a condom packet. I sucked in a breath as Peter gripped my hips from behind and forced my ass back against his crotch, my heart leaping in my chest and my eyes fluttering shut as I felt his rock-hard and condom-covered dick rub against my soaked folds. My need for Peter to just take me got worse as he leant over me, his naked chest pressing to my also bare back as he put his lips to my ear.

"You ready for the fucking of your life, angel?" He cooed, his lips smirking against my neck as his filthy words elicited a quiet moan from me.

"Please, Pete, I really fucking need you, please." I begged.

"Perfect answer." He praised, making me return the smirk and bite my lip as he straightened up again behind me. My eyes fluttered shut, quiet sighs leaving my lips at the heavenly feeling of Peter starting to push into me. Within seconds, he had bottomed out, his hands gripping my hips so harshly that he'd probably leave bruises as he held my ass flush against his crotch. But that was exactly how I liked it.

"Holy shit, you feel amazing, babe." Peter breathed behind me.

"So do you. Move, Pete, please." I choked. That was all the consent that my boyfriend needed. Without any further warning, I felt him pull almost fully out of me before violently slamming back in. I cried out at the fucking incredible feeling, my eyes squeezing shut and my hands desperately gripping the headboard as much as I could with my wrists still being handcuffed to it. He carried on how he started, Peter's dick sliding out of me every second as he fucked me into next week. The knot was already building again in my stomach for the fourth time tonight, my still numb pussy making the knot develop even quicker than it would have anyway as my boyfriend pounded harshly into me.

"You feel sensational, angel, fuck me." Peter grunted, his fingertips harshly digging into the skin of my hips as his thighs collided with the backs of mine.

"So do you, babe, don't stop, fuck, please don't stop." I begged and shook my head.

"Fucking no chance, I'm not stopping until I've cum." He scoffed. I smirked and bit my lip at his words, pleasure flowing through my entire being and going straight to my again-building climax as Peter put all of his force into ramming into me. Moans were freely leaving both of our lips by now, the sound of our skin slapping together moulding with them to bounce off the walls and create the perfect symphony of sex. I'd never get tired of Peter fucking me like this, and he knew it.

"I'm getting so close, baby, I won't last much longer." Peter moaned and shook his head.

"Neither will I, I'm so fucking close." I choked.

"I've already told you, babe, you're not cumming." He scoffed.

"Yeah, sure I'm not." I returned sassily, making Peter's grip on my waist tighten as he continued to slam into me. I knew that that comment had pushed my luck a bit, but this was far from the first time that Peter had edged me as punishment and had sworn that he wouldn't let me cum at all, and he'd never actually followed through on that threat. I knew that he'd end up letting me cum after all, and that was what I was currently holding onto.

"I'm there, angel, holy shit, shit, fuck me, holy fucking crap." Peter grunted and choked, his fingernails scratching at my skin as he came. He stilled behind me, his hands keeping my ass held flush against his crotch as I heard him moan and grunt. After a few seconds, he relaxed again behind me, making me smirk and bite my lip as I let my heart jump in anticipation of him starting to thrust again to let me finish. But then...he didn't. My eyes widened as he pulled out of me, my mouth falling open and my high once again fizzling out as I heard him pull the condom off.

"Peter, I-." I scoffed and shook my head, nothing but red mist filling my brain at the fact that he hadn't let me cum. He hadn't let me fucking cum.

"I know, baby, that was amazing." He smirked as he appeared next to me and leant up to free my wrists from the handcuffs. I just stared at him with wide eyes, my mind filling with too much pure fucking rage to think about what the fuck to say to him. He looked at me.

"You okay?" He chuckled. I scoffed and shook my head again.

"Am I-no, I'm not fucking okay, you didn't let me cum." I spat. Peter smirked and bit his lip, the boy clearly thinking that this was still all fun and fucking games. It had been...until he hadn't let me cum.

"Angel, I told you that you wouldn't be allowed to cum today as your punishment, you knew that." He chuckled as I sat down on sheets and continued to just stare at him.

"Okay, but you've never actually followed through on that threat." I shook my head.

"Well, this time, I did. That's what you get when you challenge me one too many times." He smirked cockily. I clenched my jaw at him, pure anger continuing to fill me as I stared daggers at him.

"No touching me for a week." I stated. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He scoffed.

"And no sex for a month." I nodded. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open as it clearly started to click with him that I was being deadly serious.

"Baby-."

"No. You pushed me to the edge four times and yet still didn't let me cum, my pussy is fucking numb right now. So, no touching me for a week, and no sex for a month." I nodded as I stood from the bed and grabbed my panties before pulling them back on. Peter watched me with wide eyes, my boyfriend clearly in disbelief at my reaction.

"Angel, tell me that you're not genuinely mad." He scoffed. I rolled my eyes and flipped him off over my shoulder, making him sigh as I walked out of our bedroom. I knew that I was being somewhat petty, but my body was still screaming for its well-deserved orgasm, one that Peter had robbed me of four times, and hadn't even rewarded me with at the end. I felt like I had a right to be pissed, and so I would stick to my threat, of no touching me for a week, and no sex for a month. And THAT, was final.

I walked into mine and Peter's kitchen, my body only clad in a thong and bra as I walked in to the sight of my boyfriend sitting at the breakfast bar on his phone.

"Morning, Pete." I greeted, making him look up at me.

"Morn-." He stopped talking as he saw my body, his jaw clenching and his Adam's apple bobbing in a harsh gulp.

"Really? Again?" He nodded.

"You edged me four times without letting me cum, you can handle a week of not touching me." I fake-pouted, making him scoff and shake his head, though his eyes still stayed glued to my form as I moved around the kitchen to make myself food. We were four days into Peter's week ban of touching me, and to say that he was finding it extremely challenging was an understatement. Since I had implemented the ban as a result of him refusing me even a single orgasm, I had made a point of walking around the house in either very revealing clothing, or virtually no clothing at all. I could tell that he was getting desperate to touch me and to fuck me, but I had been desperate for that all-important release, and I had been denied that, so I would continue denying him this. And I would love every second of it. I tried not to smirk and pay attention to the boy as I felt him move behind me, his bowl clattering in the sink next to me as he put it away to be washed. But then...he stayed there. I gulped harshly as I could practically feel the heat radiating off of his always steaming body, my willpower at its most challenged right now. After all, whilst I was more than happy to punish Peter, by punishing him with no touching or sex, I was also punishing myself to a certain extent. But I had to be strong, I had to show Peter that I would never put up with him denying me an orgasm again.

"Don't even think about it." I mumbled as I could feel his arm start to hover around my waist. He groaned and retracted his arm, making me smirk and look up at him.

"You're killing me, baby, you're fucking killing me." He scoffed.

"I know." I smirked, making him return it and shake his head as he wandered out of the kitchen. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself over the fact that me of all people could make my boyfriend so horny and hot-under-the-collar, especially without trying. He may have been Spider-Man, but that was my superpower.

Peter and I lay on our sofa watching TV, my boyfriend lying on top of me with his head on my chest as I gently ran my fingers through his curls. Today marked a month since I had banned Peter from touching me for a week and sex for a month, meaning that today was officially the end of his punishment. And I could just tell that he knew. From the second that the touching ban had been lifted, he had become very touchy and clingy again, but today had been a whole other level. I had woken up to Peter's arm tightly holding my back into his chest, my boyfriend's soft lips having been pressed to my neck as the perfect way to wake me up. But despite me having been able to feel his obvious arousal sticking into my thigh, I had decided to carry out my last act of pettiness by not giving in yet, and continuing to tease him for the day. Hence why it was currently ten p.m., and Peter had been fully on top of me and cuddling me for the last three hours.

"Baby." Peter mumbled, my eyes staying glued to the TV as he leant up and started to gently kiss my neck.

"Hmm?" I hummed as I tried not to smirk.

"Do you know what day it is?" He asked quietly.

"Course I do, it's Friday." I teased, though my eyes fluttered shut and the space in between my legs started to dampen at Peter starting to leave more open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin.

"I mean-yeah, but do you know what date it is?" He pushed. I bit my lip and looked down at him.

"Oh, yeah...it's exactly a month since I banned you from sex, isn't it?" I teased.

"Mhm...it is." He nodded into my neck, making me smirk and try not to moan as his hand started to travel down my body. I let him slip his hand into my shorts and panties, my lips sucking in a breath as his fingertips soon enough made contact with my already soaked pussy. My eyes fluttered shut, making Peter smirk against my neck as his fingertips teased my folds and rubbed them, pleasure already developing from the light and yet effective touch as he played with me.

"Had to make sure that you're wet enough for me to bury my dick into you. That's if I'm allowed sex again, of course. So...am I?" He cooed. I bit my lip and looked at him, making him raise his head to return the look.

"Fuck me." I nodded. He smirked, making me return it as he wasted no time in leaning down and smashing our lips together. I kissed back instantly, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss, the make-out becoming intense within seconds as our mouths violently clashed together. I lowered my hands and started to pull Peter's jogging bottoms down his legs, his already rock-hard dick springing free from them as his hands also fumbled to pull down my shorts and panties. Within seconds, we were both naked from the waist down, Peter fully crawling over me and raising my legs to wrap around his waist as our lips continued to feverishly mould together.

"You ready, baby? You ready to cum for the first time in a month?" He cooed.

"Like you wouldn't believe." I scoffed. Peter smirked against my lips before slowly starting to push into me. My eyes fluttered shut at the fucking perfect feeling, quiet sighs leaving my lips as they fell open against Peter's.

"Oh my god, you feel incredible." Peter breathed as he bottomed out and broke the kiss to instead rest his forehead against my shoulder.

"So do you, Pete. Move, please." I choked. He nodded against my skin before starting to thrust his hips into me. Immediately, the pleasure of him moving in and out of me started to fill me, quiet gasps of breath and moans leaving my parted lips as he fucked me. Within seconds, he had picked up his pace, his hips harshly colliding with the backs of my thighs as he fucked me into next week. Already the knot in my stomach was starting to build, moans freely leaving both of our lips by now and my back arching into his chest as I pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You feel so fucking good, baby, holy shit." Peter grunted, his teeth scraping against my skin and surely leaving me a trail of hickeys as he spoke.

"So do you, Pete, please don't slow down, shit." I choked.

"No fucking chance." He scoffed, making me smirk and pull him closer as he continued to slam into me like there was no tomorrow. His dick slid quickly in and out of me every second, his tip hitting my g-spot perfectly each time to throw my body towards the orgasm that I had been craving for a month, but had wanted to get at Peter's hands instead of my own. The sound of our skin slapping together was bouncing off of the walls by now, the chorus of our moans and the smell of sex filling our living room as Peter's forearms on either side of my head tensed and bulged with the pleasure of the sex, and the weight of holding himself up on top of me.

"Pete, I'm so fucking close, I won't last much longer." I moaned with a shake of my head.

"So am, I angel, I'll get us there." He promised. I nodded and bit my lip as I pulled him even closer, our chests flush against each other as he continued to mark up my neck. My body started to tense underneath him as it prepared for what was about to hit it, the knot in my stomach uncomfortably tight as it begged to unwind. One more thrust was all that it took.

"Peter, holy fuck!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me more harshly than it ever had before. I arched my back into his chest and mercilessly pulled on his hair as the waves of pleasure started to move through me, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth hanging open as my legs shook violently around his waist.

"I'm there, I'm there, shit, fuck." Peter grunted, his biceps bulging on either side of my head as he came too. He stilled on top of me as the warm feeling entered me, the boy grunting and moaning for a second before collapsing. We both panted heavily, my eyes fluttering in exhaustion at the amazing sex that we'd just had after a month of celibacy as we both came down from the sensational highs.

"Holy...fucking...shit." Peter mumbled as he pulled out of me, making me smirk and nod as he lay down behind me on the sofa and curled his arm over my waist so that we were spooning.

"That was amazing." I breathed.

"And definitely worth the wait, even if it almost killed me." He teased, making me giggle and shake my head as he leant over me and pressed his lips to my cheek.

"I think that we both learnt a lesson here. I never tease you so badly again that you genuinely deny me an orgasm, and you never deny me an orgasm again. Agreed?" I asked.

"Agreed." He nodded, making me smile and shake my head as I cuddled into his chest, and he curled his arm further around my waist.