Requested by marvel22stories: Peter decides to try and be dom for Y/N's birthday in order to switch things up and it goes really well.

Peter's P.O.V

"Happy birthday, angel." Peter mumbled, Y/N's lips curling into a smile as he leant over her body to kiss the corner of her mouth.

"Mm. Thank you, Pete. God, I feel so old." She chuckled, making him return it as he pulled on her hip and gently rolled her over so that she was on her back on the bed and Peter was on his side next to her.

"Twenty-four is hardly old, baby." He scoffed.

"It is when I can still remember being twenty." She nodded, making him smile as he leant down and started to kiss her neck.

"So, what's the plan for today?" He hummed into her skin.

"Breakfast with mom, shopping with the girls, and then dinner with you and the team. And then after that, who knows?" She smirked.

"Who knows." Peter repeated, a chuckle leaving his lips as he pulled away to look at her. In reality, Peter knew. Since it was Y/N's birthday, he figured that it was the perfect time to shake things up and experiment with something that he'd wanted to try for a while. And that was switching roles in the bedroom so that he was dominant and she was submissive. He already had the whole thing planned out. He was going to start a fight over dinner, but one where he was clearly in control so that he could control it and make sure that it didn't turn into a real fight on his girlfriend's birthday. Then he'd take her home and the fun would start. Whilst both of them knew that Y/N loved to be the dominant one, Peter also had a sneaking suspicion that she was also partial to giving up control every so often, and so that's exactly what he was going to test out tonight. He just hoped that it worked.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Peter, please." I scoffed, my heart pounding in my chest as I rushed into the house after my boyfriend, who stormed straight to the kitchen.

"Don't even fucking try to apologise, it's way too late for that, baby." He returned my scoff as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer before slamming it shut.

"Let's just talk about this, please." I gulped as I stared at him. I didn't even know how we'd ended up in this situation. We'd been at the Tower for my birthday dinner with the rest of the team, when Peter had started a fight out of literally nowhere. Everything was fine one minute, and then the next, he had exploded at a joke that I'd made that normally, he would laugh along with. I had absolutely no idea what had gone wrong, and I was starting to get worried that he was seriously mad at me.

"We won't be talking tonight, angel. What you will be doing, though, is going upstairs, and stripping." He nodded. My eyes widened, my heart leaping at his words. I knew that this was the worst possible time to start getting turned on, in the middle of a fight, but Peter's words had just really gotten me going.

"Peter-." He slammed his beer down against the island, making my eyes widen further he rushed towards me. I yelped out as he grabbed my biceps and shoved me into the wall, his hands tightly gripping my arms as he kept me pinned there.

"I said that we wouldn't be talking. Go upstairs and strip, now. If you so much as have that tiny strip of material that you call a thong still on by the time that I get up there, there will be trouble. Am I clear?" He mumbled slowly, making me gulp harshly as he hovered his lips above mine. I had no idea what was going on, but I absolutely fucking loved it.

"I don't-."

"Am I fucking clear, baby? If I have to ask you again, you're not cumming tonight." He warned with a shake of his head. My eyes wavered, the space in between my legs getting wetter with each word that he uttered.

"Yes, Pete. You're clear." I nodded.

"It's 'sir' to you tonight, beautiful. Now, upstairs right this second, before I decide now not to let you cum." He threatened. I didn't have to be told twice, a squeal leaving my lips as Peter's hand harshly slapped my ass as I passed him. I rushed up the stairs, my heart pounding and my stomach twisting in excitement as I started to unzip my dress. I still wasn't completely sure of what had happened tonight, but one thing was clear. Peter had very adamantly reversed our roles. And I was here for it. I stepped out of my dress and left it in the hallway for Peter to find as I continued into the bedroom. I unclipped my bra and also let that drop before pulling my thong down my legs. I crawled onto the bed and lay down, my naked body sprawled out across the bed as I waited for my boyfriend to come upstairs. I gulped and bit my lip, my pussy now throbbing in anticipation of what he'd do to me as I heard his footsteps start up the stairs. He appeared at the end of the hallway, making me gulp again as he looked down at the dress at his feet.

"Wow. You really are feeling bratty tonight, aren't you, baby?" He cooed, completely ignoring the rest of my clothes as he wandered into the room and shut the door.

"Yes, sir." I nodded, all too eager to play along and see where dominant Peter would take us. He walked straight past the bed and to our wardrobe, his eyes refusing to look at my naked form as he grabbed our box of stuff. Though, I could tell that it was taking every inch of willpower in him not to look at me before it was time, let alone to touch me.

"Here's what's going to happen," he started as he turned around and put our box of stuff on the bed by my body.

"Tonight is all about you, baby, but it's all about you doing exactly what I say. Exactly what I say. You don't refuse anything that I do to you, you don't whine when I put the blindfold and gag on you, you don't try to cum before I let you. You don't speak. The only form of communication that you use tonight is our safe gesture if you need to. Am I clear, angel?" He mumbled, his eyes glued to the box as he pulled out our rope, blindfold, ball gag and spreader bar

 "Yes, sir." I gulped as I slowly but surely inched my hand down my body and towards my clit. After all, my core was already pulsating with how turned on I was, but I doubted that Peter would let me have real relief any time soon, and so I'd be grateful if I could even get one swipe of my fingertip across my clit. I should have known better. I yelped out as Peter grabbed my wrist and held it up, making me gulp harshly as he clenched his jaw at me.

"Really? You were going to try and finger yourself without permission? Not a good start." He scoffed and shook his head as he grabbed the robe and straddled me.

"Sir, I'm sorry-."

"What did we say about talking, angel? We said not to. You're being really bratty so far, this isn't looking good for you." He warned as he grabbed my other wrist and held both up to the headboard of our bed before tying them together and to the headboard with the rope. He pulled away and climbed off of me, my wrists now restrained as he grabbed the spreader bar.

"You know how these work, baby. The more you move, the more it spreads your legs. So, don't move." He nodded as he grabbed my ankles and put them into the bar. I was desperately trying not to moan at everything that he was doing, the knot already somewhat in my stomach purely at the preparation for tonight. I loved being dominant as much as the next person, but this new side to both of us was very refreshing to see, and one that I wanted to visit a lot more often from now on. Peter straddled my waist again, his very prominent boner making his trousers tight around his crotch as he showed me the blindfold.

"Am I okay to blindfold and gag you, sweet thing? Remember to use our safe gesture any time that you need to stop." He reminded. That's what I loved about Peter. Even when he'd been in 'hardcore dominant boyfriend' mode all night, he could still break out of it for a second to check that he still had my consent. Not that he'd ever lose it, of course.

"Yes, sir, I'm okay." I reassured. He nodded before putting the blindfold to my eyes, me lifting my head slightly so that he could put it on properly. Darkness filled my vision, nothing but black surrounding me as I put my head back down to the pillow.

"Open up, baby." Peter spoke huskily, making me gulp as I parted my lips. The soft feeling of the ball from the gag entered my mouth, my lips closing around the toy as Peter buckled it around my head. Leaving me completely and utterly at his mercy. I was going to enjoy this. Peter leant down and immediately attached his lips to my neck, making me suck in a breath as I felt his hand firmly wrap around my neck. The slight restriction of my throat paired with his teeth starting to nip at my skin was perfect, and was already making the knot grow in my stomach.

"Here's what's going to happen, babe. I would love to give you an orgasm as an extra birthday present, but I can't do that unless you behave. Again, that means not speaking, not fidgeting too much, and not cumming until I say that you can. If you stick to those rules, then you get to cum, and we're all happy. If you don't stick to them, you end your birthday without an orgasm after having been edged several times. Am I clear, my love?" He mumbled, making me gulp harshly against the gag as I felt his bites and kisses move down the valley of my breasts. I nodded in response.

"Good girl. Now, let's get started." My eyes widened, a cry leaving my lips and my back instantly arching off of the bed as the vibrator immediately whirred into life against my clit. I had to give it to Peter, he was already taking me completely by surprise. I had expected him to eat me out, and so thought that I'd have a few more seconds given that his lips were still on my stomach. I was wrong. The vibrator hummed against my clit, moans already leaving my lips and my wrists already desperately pulling at the rope as pleasure started to course through me. My legs kicked out slightly like they always did when I was trying to deal with pleasure, only making the spreader bar move them further apart as I squirmed underneath Peter's body.

"Dear me, baby. Poor start, very poor. I thought that you'd have a bit more self-control before the moaning and squirming started." Peter cooed against my stomach, making me choke as he continued to rub the vibrator against my folds.

"Sir, please-."

"First rule broken. I really expected more from you, beautiful." He tutted as he turned the setting on the vibrator up by one. I cried at the feeling, pleasure racing through me as the knot in my stomach built up incredibly fast. I was getting there so quickly that I was hoping that I'd be able to get there before Peter even noticed. Again, I should have known better. As if on cue, Peter turned the vibrator off, making me whine and arch my back off of the bed as my high fizzled out just as quickly as it had built up.

"Beautiful, you weren't...you weren't trying to cum without my permission...were you?" He asked accusingly. I sighed and huffed against the ball gag, making him chuckle and smirk against my skin as my reaction told him my answer.

"Maybe I need to punish you more often, angel. You've clearly gotten way too fucking cocky since I let you take control. I think that you need to be put back in your place." He stated before I felt his fingertips against my clit. I gasped loudly, my eyes squeezing shut against the blindfold as I felt him push two digits into me. I moaned at the sensation, feelings of pure bliss rushing through me at the feeling of finally getting some of the tension in me relieved. We weren't even at the sex yet.

"Does that feel good, angel?" Peter cooed, his fingers starting to pump in and out of me as his thumb pressed down on my clit and massaged it gently from the outside. I choked and nodded, my toes curling against the mattress as the knot started to build up again. I had no idea how many times Peter would edge me before finally fucking me, but at this rate, I'd last all of thirty seconds during sex before cumming. Not that that was a bad thing.

"Yeah? Who's making you feel this good, baby? It's okay, you can answer." He spoke gently.

"You, sir." I managed to say around the gag.

"Exactly, me, angel. Can anyone else make you feel this good?" He continued to tease, my mind desperately trying to suppress moans as his fingers and thumb pumping in and out of me and rubbing my clit continued to push me towards my second edge of the night.

"No, sir, only you." I moaned against the gag in response. I could tell that he was smirking, his teeth teasingly biting at my thigh as his fingers pounded in and out of me. My back arched off of the bed, my hands forming into fists in order to deal with the pleasure as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm. But once again, this was a time where it was a curse that Peter knew my body so well. Just as I was about to cum, he abruptly pulled his fingers out of me, making me cry out and whine as I squirmed around.

"Hey." Peter scoffed, making me gulp as one hand landed against my stomach and pinned my body down whilst the other wrapped around my neck and slightly restricted my hair flow again. I moaned at the feeling, Peter's breath fanning over my face as I felt his lips by my ear.

"Who's in charge here, baby? Who's calling the shots?" He cooed as his teeth gently nipped at my earlobe.

"You, sir. But please-."

"I don't want to hear it. You're clearly not that desperate to be fucked, because that begging just earned you another edging." He stated before moving away from my face. I groaned loudly, my body begging to have the tension released as I heard the buzzing again. I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut underneath the blindfold and my mouth hanging open around the gag as the vibrator once again made contact with my clit. My core was so sensitive now from the previous stimulation that my body flinched at the touch of the toy, my legs once again squirming and being pulled even further apart as I tried to deal with the pleasure.

"I wonder how long you'll last this time. Not long is my guess." Peter chuckled teasingly. He wasn't wrong. The knot was rapidly building in my stomach, my toes curling and my hands desperately gripping the headboard as I quickly approached my third orgasm of the night. And just as quickly as I realised that it was there, Peter did too. He clicked the vibrator off once again, making me choke and arch my back off of the bed as the high once again left me. My body was screaming for a release now, but with the feeling of Peter starting to release my ankles from the spreader bar also came hope that he was finally going to fuck me and let me cum.

"I think that that's enough edging, baby, I think that we both need me to fuck you now. Do you agree?" he asked, a laugh leaving his lips as I nodded eagerly. I squealed against the ball gag as I felt his hands take my hips and flip me over onto my knees, my body now on all fours and facing the headboard as I wrapped my hands around the wiring.

"You ready for the best sex of your life, beautiful?" Peter cooed as I heard the condom packet open.

"Please, sir." I mumbled against the gag. I moaned again, my eyes fluttering shut and a shiver travelling down my spine as he gripped my hips and forced my ass into his crotch so that I could feel his boner against my folds.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll look after you." He reassured before pushing into me. My eyes fluttered shut, a moan leaving my lips as he pushed into me before bottoming out. I couldn't help but push my ass even further against his crotch, my body finally starting to fill with the relief that I'd been craving all night.

"Fuck, you feel incredible, angel." Peter choked as his hands gripped my hips so tightly that I wouldn't be surprised if he left bruises.

"Please, move." I managed to speak.

"Alright, baby, I'll give you what you want. But only because it's your birthday." He teased, making me smirk as he pulled almost fully out of me. He slammed back in, making me cry out in pleasure as he immediately picked up the rhythm of harshly pounding into me.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut and my hands desperately gripping the headboard for any kind of stability as my body surged forwards with every thrust. The knot was already building quickly in my stomach, my pussy incredibly sensitive from the previous three edgings as Peter relentlessly pounded into it.

"You feel amazing, baby, shit." Peter grunted, one of his hands moving to grip the back of my neck as he fucked me into next week. The sound of his thighs harshly slapping against my ass paired with our moans and bounced off of the walls, the incredibly strong smell of sex filling the room as he relentlessly slammed into me. My mouth hung open against the gag, my eyes squeezed shut as my mind was unable to even form moans to tell Peter how good he was making me feel. My entire body was engulfed in pleasure, and that's all that I was focusing on right now. I moaned loudly, my back arching towards the bed as the knot finally broke in my stomach. My orgasm hit me the hardest that it ever had, my entire body seizing and jolting as pleasure coursed through every inch of my exhausted skin. My hands tightly gripped the headboard, my fingernails scratching the rope with how tightly I was gripping it as I let my orgasm take over.

"Jesus fuck, angel." Peter moaned, his hands tightly gripping my hip and neck and slightly scratching my skin as he came too. His hips stilled behind me, my ass pressed as far into his crotch as it would go as his fingernails dug into my skin. He let out a sigh, his hips gently starting to thrust again in order to work us both through our highs before he stopped completely. He gently pulled out of me, making me hiss at the feeling of my incredibly sensitive pussy being empty again. I felt him climb off of the bed and heard the condom being put into the bin before I felt his presence beside me again.

"You okay, baby?" He asked softly, his hand gently landing on the small of my back as I felt the ball gag come loose around my head. I let it drop to the bed, my jaw stretching itself out as I looked in his direction.

"That was fucking incredible." I nodded. I heard him laugh, making me smile as the blindfold was pulled off of my head. My eyes squinted at the sudden influx of light, but soon adjusted to my surroundings as I welcomed the sight of Peter's smiling face and his unruly, sweaty curls.

"It really was, angel. I think that I almost had as much fun as you did." He teased as he untied the rope binding my hands, leaving me completely free as he wrapped his arms around me and gently laid us down in bed.

"Don't lie, Pete, you loved taking control. I could hear it in your voice." I smiled up at him, making him chuckle and kiss my head as he gently pulled my sore body onto his lap.

"Okay, yes, I thought that it was fucking amazing. I loved it." He admitted, making me smirk and bite my lip as I nuzzled my head into his chest.

"Happy birthday, angel, I'm glad that I could make it special for you." He mumbled, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my hair as my eyes started to grow heavy.

"Thank you, babe. You did make it special. You really did." I sighed in bliss, my eyes fluttering shut and my heart happy as I fell asleep in my boyfriend's arms.