Requested by paygewebber: Y/N is the dom in the relationship and Peter is the sub. Y/N walks in to see him jerking off and so she helps him finish.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter lay on his and Y/N's bed, one arm behind his head propping it up as he scrolled through social media. But in reality, he wasn't really that focused on whatever was on his pages. Instead, he was focused on how fucking horny he was. He puffed out as he put his phone down and looked at the ceiling, the blood starting to rush to the space in between his legs as he thought about Y/N, his beautiful girlfriend. About how good her mouth would feel around his dick, how incredible it would feel to have her bouncing up and down on him. He groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"Well done, Pete. Now you're horny and have to wait." He grumbled to himself as he looked down at the growing tent in his sweatpants. After all, it wasn't as simple as him jacking off and sorting his problem alone, no. Because he was a sub. He was the sub to his girlfriend, meaning that he would get punished if he so much as thought about touching himself without her permission. Ever since Y/N and Peter's relationship had turned sexual two years ago, the pair had stuck to their roles as her being the dom and him being the sub, given that that's what they liked to do. Sometimes it did suck, especially since Peter would be punished if he did masturbate without Y/N's permission, but deep down, he loved it. Unless of course...he wanted to get punished. He smirked and looked down at the tent, his mind wandering as he tried to work out how bad it would really be if she were to catch him and punish him. The answer was, not that bad. After all, Peter loved being punished by Y/N, and he was convinced that she loved it just as much.

"Fuck it." He mumbled before raising his ass so that he could pull his sweatpants down. He pulled his boxers down at the same time, his now rock-hard dick springing free as he lay there. He wrapped his hand around it, his lips already sucking in a breath as he started to move his hand up and down it.

"Fuck..." He breathed, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth hanging open as he started to jerk himself off.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Pete, I'm home!" I called out as I shut the front door and kicked my shoes off. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked back up again as I didn't get a response. That was weird. Because of the fact that Peter usually went on his patrol at night, he was always here to greet me when I got back from work. So the deafening silence of the apartment was something that was new. And I wasn't sure if it was good.

"Babe?" I yelled again, my bag and jacket being placed on the sofa as I moved through the apartment. I headed through the hallway, the feeling of concern growing as I still couldn't find him. But then I heard it. The moan. My eyebrows furrowed, my feet quietly padding along to the floor outside of our bedroom as I swore that I could hear soft moaning and calls of my name.

"Fuck, Y/N, please." I heard Peter moan. I got to the slightly ajar door and looked into the room, my eyes widening as sure enough, Peter was lying on the bed. Jerking off.

"Cheeky little cunt." I scoffed quietly and shook my head, though I couldn't deny that all of the heat in my body was rushing to my pussy as I watched him. Because not only did this mean that we were about to have fun, but it also meant that I could punish him. And boy was I going to punish him.

"Baby boy, what's happening here?" I cooed, finally making Peter aware of my presence as I pushed the door open.

"Fuck, shit." He gulped, the boy looking at me with wide eyes as he immediately sat up and removed his hand from his dick.

"Jerking off without me, were we? You know that that's against so many rules." I tutted and shook my head.

"I-I'm sorry, miss, I just got so horny, I-I couldn't wait, I would have if I could-."

"Both of us know that you can control your urges, baby, you do it when I'm edging you. You could have waited, you just didn't want to." I nodded. He gulped harshly, his eyes wavering as he knew what was going to come. Or at least he thought that he knew.

"M-miss, I'm really sorry, I really am-what can I do to make up for it? Please, miss, let me make this right." He begged. I bit my lip, my gaze staring the boy down as he returned the look. I wasn't going to go down my normal route of punishing Peter here and now, no. I was going to give him exactly what he wanted, make him think that he was safe, and then hit him with the punishment. Tonight was going to be different.

"It's okay, Peter. You're allowed to pleasure yourself once in a while." I shrugged, making his eyes widen further as I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees in between his legs.

"W-wha-miss, what are you doing?" He gulped, making me smirk and mentally pat myself on the back for his reaction. The poor boy was clearly so taken aback by the fact that I wasn't punishing him, and that's exactly what I wanted. I wanted to lure him into a false sense of security before crushing his sexual dreams.

"I'm going to help you finish. That's what you want, isn't it?" I cooed as I took his dick into my hand. He sucked in a breath at the feeling, his mouth hanging open as his eyes stayed wide.

"Y-yes, but, you always punish me if I break the rules, I broke the rule, surely that means punishment-."

"It's okay to break them every so often. Do you want me to help you finish or not?" I chuckled and looked up at him. He gulped harshly, his eyes wavering as he clearly tried to figure out what to do. I knew that part of him really didn't trust that this was as innocent as me letting it slide, and he was right to think that, because it wasn't. But I knew that ultimately, his horniness would win. And it did.

"O-okay. Yes, please, miss, help me to finish." He gulped and slowly nodded.

"My pleasure, baby boy." I smiled before taking him into my mouth.

"Holy fucking shit." He immediately moaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his mouth falling open as his hand went to my hair. I smirked at his response, my head starting to bob up and down on him and take more of him into my mouth as I massaged what I couldn't fit with my hand.

"That feel good, baby boy?" I cooed as I raised my head and circled his tip with my lips before sinking my head back down onto him.

"So good, miss, fuck, please don't stop." He choked and shook his head as he lay back on the bed. His hand gently pulled at my hair, moans radiating from his lips as I continued to work him with my mouth. I knew that I wasn't going to get any action this time around, but it would be so worth it to see the look on Peter's face when I pulled the rug out from underneath him. I continued to bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling around his head as my lips massaged the sides of his shaft. My hand continued to jerk off what I couldn't fit into my mouth, my other hand massaging his balls as I got him closer to his orgasm.

"Miss, please, fuck, I'm so close." He moaned, the boy's mouth hanging open as his body squirmed and writhed underneath me.

"You getting there, baby boy?" I cooed.

"So close, please, I know that I fucked up but please let me cum." He begged, making me smirk and feel a slightly twisted sense of pride about the fear that I'd instilled in him. All consensually, of course.

"It's okay, Pete, I'm going to let you cum." I reassured, my mouth and hand working him as much as I could as his fists clutching the bed sheets and my hair told me that he was there.

"Fuck, miss, I'm there, I'm going to cum." He moaned loudly, his body seizing up as he came into my mouth. I swallowed the hot mix, my hand and mouth working him through his high as his body gradually relaxed back against the bed. I removed my mouth and hand from him and stood up, Peter's eyes fluttering open as he looked at me.

"Holy shit, miss...that was phenomenal." He smiled, making me return it and put my hand on my hip as he sat up on the bed and I stood at the end of it.

"Yeah? I'm glad, because it's the last orgasm that you're getting for a month." I smiled. His immediately dropped, his eyes widening at my words as he scooted quickly to the end of the bed.

"W-what?! But you said-."

"I know what I said, baby boy, but I lied. You broke my main rule of not pleasuring yourself without my permission. You broke it and then had the audacity to let me help you finish." I teased with a nod. Peter stared at me with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing as he desperately tried to comprehend what he was being told.

"M-miss, please-."

"That orgasm should last you a month. At least for your sake, I hope that it does, because as punishment, every time that we have sex for the next month, you don't get to cum. I'll edge you, I'll suck you off, I'll fuck you, I'll do anything that you want, except let you cum. I'm not going to change my mind on that, so don't test me. Understood?" I demanded. Peter groaned and leant forward, his elbows rested on his knees as he buried his face into his hands.

"I knew that you had something planned-."

"What was that, baby boy?" I cooed.

"Nothing, miss. I understand, and I accept the punishment." He sighed and nodded as he looked back at me.

"You don't have a choice, but good boy." I smiled as I leant down and gently took his chin with my fingers.

"Love you." I stated, making him chuckle and shake his head as his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips.

"Love you too, baby." He sighed, making me smile and peck his lips before standing up straight again and leaving the room.