The Heat (Peter Parker x fem!S/O)
A/N: Hi. Hello there. How are you, my dudes? I am here to welcome you into my weird ass journey on researching spiders and their sexual tendencies. Starting with me thinking about what else could a spider bite give Peter beside his strength and senses, oh wait, senses? As in sensitivity? Hold on what ifā Then skip to me googling such things as āspider sexā and āthe most NSFW spider sex practices.ā My searching history isā¦ pretty questionable, to say the least. Basically, I was searching for something like āspider heat.ā I found nothing similar, although spiders are indeed sex freaks, and not in a cute way. However, although spiders donāt have heats, I decided that Peter Parker will. You know, for content. This piece, besides being a smut for smutās sake, introduces a concept of Peter Parker going into heats. His spider senses provide him with hyper sensibility and periodical extreme horniness. This is totally inspired by the Sex Pollen series, written by the lovely @lousimusician. Be sure to read it, itās so goddamn good! I couldnāt resist exploring a similar concept of unrelieved arousal. Also, thatās a long-ass introduction for a smut, lmao, letās move on. Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!S/O Word count: 1.8k Warnings: Smut. This time not direct, but still strongly smut-related. Seriously, itās so filthy. Just the way you like it Summary: After starting his sex life in a relationship, Peter found out his spider senses have a perk(debatable) that comes with his strength and the sense of danger. Itās the reoccurring heat - a terrible sense of horniness, which can only be relieved through sex. And we all know how that goes.
PART 2
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She tried to always be with Peter during his heat periods, because, first, it was a serious productivity block and there was no chance Peter could do anything in heat and second, to put the sex itself aside, it was a serious torture for him; his sensitivity being through the roof, Peter couldnāt even lie still, because anything his skin touched caused a huge wave of arousal to go over his body, sending Peter into spasms and shudder. Peter and she were tracking his heats: marking them to be able to prepare in advance, canceling plans and staying in when it happened. They werenāt happening that often, every six months or so, but exactly because they were rare it was easy to forget about them.
She really tried to stay with him. But as far as luck goes, there are always unfortunate exceptions. Peter was out in the city, patrolling the streets; he knew she had plans with her friends, so he wouldnāt see her until tonight, which was fine. Theyāve been living together for a while now, and it wasnāt anything unusual. Peter was swinging in between the buildings when he felt his body tingle a bit. He was getting gradually warmer. He brushed it off at first: it was a sunny day out and he was under direct sunlight a lot. But then, the warmth started slowly travelling down to the lower part of his body and it hit him.
Fuck. Oh fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
He forgot. He absolutely forgot. How could he forget? He shot another string of webs but missed the building and nearly fell down, catching himself last moment and landing on a nearby roof sloppily, rolling head over heels. Catching his balance, Peter finally balanced himself and looked down: the bulge on his crotch was already growing bigger and his suit was not helping at all; it was emphasizing the problem if anything.
āShit,ā Peter mumbled. His breath was already heavy, and not from the web swinging heās been doing. He was pretty far from their shared apartment and didnāt have a change of clothes or his phone with him. He had to make it back home before the heat became worse, cause if heās late, heāll be stuck somewhere in the city with an infinite huge boner, unable to move. Peter cursed again and quickly looked around, trying to understand his current location. Suddenly, the tightness of the suit started to feel even tighter than usual, and Peterās cock twitched, forcing out the first mewl out of him.
He had to move fast.
Finding the right direction, he shot out the webs and proceeded to move through the city, as fast as he could. His body was growing hotter every second, his mouth was starting to salivate more intensely, and the head of his penis was beginning to hurt as if the heat somehow saw the discomfort of his position and rushed to catch him before his return. Peterās mind was slowly going hazy and casting off into various sexual images. He started thinking about his girlfriend: her hands were roaming his body; he swore he could feel the wetness of her lips on his skin. There she was, caressing his earlobe with her teeth, slowly getting down on him, unzipping his pants andā
āNo no no no no, you stop that,ā Peter panted, shaking his head. He was getting close to home, as the tall skyscrapers gradually changed into shorter apartment buildings. But she was also getting close, her lips dangerously near his already pulsating member. Peterās cock twitched again, and he shot his webs past the building, losing his grip and falling down. Thankfully, he was swinging pretty low and his fall onto some street wasnāt as painful as it could be. The impact sent his body into a spasm from oversensitivity, and Peter moaned loudly as he tried to get up. Looking up, already unable to see clearly, Peter saw people gathering around him, taking out their phones. One of them reached their hand and touched his elbow, helping him up. A light human touch almost sent Peter into oblivion, because it felt like someone wrapped their lips around the head of his cock. He was already leaking precum, and this was a terrible sign: he had minutes before his body would reach the heat in its entirety. The image of his girlfriend was back. Resting against asphalt on his elbows, Peter suddenly saw her underneath him, her tongue out, grinding against his hips. His cock was so hot now, it felt like he was ins i d e Ā h e r
Peter whimpered as the image of his girlfriend disappeared again. He was losing it. Using the last bits of his strength, he looked up to try and understand where he was. And thank god, he recognized the neighborhood. Their apartment building was right around the corner. He only needed to web himself up one last time and swing into the window.
āHey, Spiderman, you alright?ā someone asked in concern.
āIām f-fine,ā Peter whined and shot the web in front of him. Gladly, it clung onto the wall and allowed him to yank himself up in the air one last time before shooting another web right near their apartmentās window, which oh my god was left open. Peter flew inside in one motion, collapsing onto the floor. He immediately pressed a button on his chest and released his body from the suit, moaning as it slid down his skin, which felt like dozens of hands caressing him. His girlfriend was back underneath him, holding his cock against her flaming hot folds
Her image was dispersed by Peterās saliva dripping onto the ground from his parted lips. He whimpered, completely out of breath, struggling to close his mouth. Shaking, Peter got up and made his way to the nightstand to grab his phone.
the heat we forgot babe come back please come back
He finally climbed onto the bed, taking his pants off on the way. Grabbing his cock, he squeezed it, trying to relieve the pressure but ending up only adding more to the tip. It was leaking lavishly, making Peter whine without rest. He closed his eyes shut and bit on his lip, trying to hold himself together. His body was on fire: his senses were through the roof and even the slightest contact of the sheets with his skin, the smallest motion around the bed sent a jolt of arousal through him, making him moan. He felt like the entirety of his body was one huge erogenous spot, and he was being teased, touched and licked all over and at the same time, nothing was actually being done to him, and his body longed for these sensations with desperation.
A moaning mess, Peter turned himself over, pressing his face into the pillow, and started jerking himself off vigorously, in fast rough motions. His girlfriend was right at his ear, losing it, whining his name, as his palm turned into her folds, similarly wet from all the precum leaking all around his shaft. Salivating all over the pillowcase, Peter brought himself extremely close to an orgasm, but his arousal stopped moments before the very peak and did not move any higher, denying him the relief. Peter sobbed, biting harder onto his lip, buckling his hips into the mattress, desperate for facilitation. That was the worst part of it all: Peter was not able to orgasm without his girlfriend. Such intense excitability needed direct contact with a puā
āFu-uck,ā Peter moaned, unable to even think of that word anymore. He had no sane thoughts left in his head. All there was were endless images of his cock sliding in and out of his girlfriendās cunt, her tongue running up and down his length, moans, wetness, friction, and continuously growing hotness. Grabbing his phone again with his free hand, Peter looked at the chat, hoping to see an update.
But there was none.
His messages had the āreceivedā check, but they were still unread.
Of course. Sheās with her friends, she probably doesnāt even have her phone near her. If she never reads those messages and only finds out after eventually getting homeā¦ Peter didnāt know if he could make it through the day. He wasnāt even sure if he could make it through the next hour. He could feel his cock pulsating, it was pounding in his ears and sending impulses through his entire figure, teasing every inch of his body.
āPle-ease,ā he sobbed, coiling in desperation, tears prickling in his eyes. Peter was on an unending edge. And he didnāt know how much else he would last.
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She loved spending time with her friends. They kind of separated since high school, but their meetings, although now happening less often, were always filled with life updates and stories, because everyone had a ton and a few kilos of info they were willing to share with each other.
āSo, yeah, although it has been two dates already, Iām still not sure if heās boyfriend material,ā one of the girls ended, shrugging her shoulders. The other one, sitting next, quickly caught the thought.
āBy the way, about boyfriend material,ā she stirred the drink in her glass with a straw, āhowās the nerd king doing?ā
No names were called, but it was pretty obvious the girl was referring to Peter. āThe Nerd Queen,ā as she has been hailed as, jerked her head upwards at the change of topic.
āHeās great,ā she said, fixing her hair.
āIs he still doing that Stark Internship of his?ā
āYeah, heās pretty busy,ā she smirked to herself, images of Peter in his Spiderman suit swinging around the city passing through her head.
āDamn, I wish I had such a solid job opportunity. I bet he doesnāt have to worry about his future at all!ā
āOf course not, itās only fair! With brains like hisā¦ā
āItās not perfect. Yeah, itās a solid job, but itāsā¦ pretty tough,ā she said, now recalling all the times she had to fix Peter up after his missions. Oh, about Peter.
āActually, thanks for reminding me. I should probably check on him, see if heās done working.ā
She took her bag, which was hanging on her chair and calmly searched for the phone. Finally getting a hold of it, she took it out to find a few pending new messages from Peter. Speak of the devil, she thought. Her cheerful demeanor, however, was quickly gone when she read the content of the texts.
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
āThe heat!ā
She jumped up, her heart beating like insane. These messages were sent three hours ago. How long has he been like this? Oh no. Oh, sheās so stupid! How could she forget? Why didnāt she look at the phone sooner? This is bad.
āThe heat?ā¦ā one of her friends raised her brow, looking at her in confusion. Realizing she said it out loud, her lips parted, her mind searching for an explanation.
āā¦er.ā
āEr?ā
āThe heater. I-I-I forgot toātoāto turn off the heater!ā
āAre you okay?ā
āI gotta go! Iāll see you later, okay?ā
She grabbed her bag and took off, running as fast as she could.
āOh, Peter, please, hang in there. Iām on my way.ā
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PART 2
guys why did i lowkey predict spiderman brand new dayšāāļø
