— Brand New Changes, Same Ol’ Spidey
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader | Spiderman x reader
Summary: Peter’s body is changing and you take this as an opportunity to tease his overstimulated senses.
Warnings: MDNI, SOME SPOILERS ON BND!!, smut, p in v, teasing, peter’s senses are overwhelmed, if yall know that one fanart of peter’s wrist being teased and web coming out of it….yeah i based a part of the fic on that, i got the idea on a comment i saw made by @secretlifeofthemakz
Notes: first marvel fic and of course it’s smut hahaha please go easy on me. I watched the movie the other day and oh my godddd it made me cry twice. Anyways, I’ve liked spiderman since forever and I’ve gotten back to writing recently so I figured why not write about him hehe and as always REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Word count: 2.5k
Peter’s head was ringing. It’s been hurting for the past few weeks but it was getting to the point of it being unbearable for him not to mind it.
“E.V. what’s the status for the facial recognition tracking on–” Peter squeezes his eyes shut, the pain in his head almost booming. His hands were on his head, trying to numb the pain away by putting force against it. Peter collapses on the floor, blacking out.
When he regained his consciousness, he could hear a muffled scream somewhere nearby, like someone calling his name. He was groggy and confused by all the spider webs around his body. Peter tore through the layers and fell on the ground with a loud thud. He groans, senses askew and the veins on his wrists thumping against his skin.
“Peter! What the hell?!” You ran towards him, checking on him and touching his face. “Why were you all cocooned up on the ceiling?” You asked confused and somewhat frantic.
“What do you mean?” Peter looks up and sees the torn up cocoon and shakes his head, “I–I don’t know. My head was hurting and I blacked out.”
“I’ve been calling you since yesterday. I thought something happened to you!” You exclaimed, handing Peter a glass of water. Peter runs his palm across his face, looking around at his now very messy and webby apartment. He drinks a bit of water before placing the glass down on the table. The apartment looked like several web bombs detonated inside it. He grabbed his messed up suit off his desk and turned to look at you.
I sighed and nodded, “Yes, you can sleep at my place while we clean this place up.”
“Thanks! Thank you, I’m sorry I just need to figure out what happened to me.” Peter murmurs as he looks at his screen. You walked over and squeezed his shoulder, “Peter you need to rest. C’mon you really worried me. Can this take a pause until tomorrow morning at least?" You pleaded, voice laced with worry.
Peter looked over at you, at how big and round your eyes were and sighed, “Okay, okay.” His hands lifted off the keyboard and shoved his suit and laptop in his backpack while pulling on his web-covered clothes, patting the clothes down until most of the web was off.
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Although Peter promised not to work for the day, he couldn’t help himself when he got to your apartment. He was typing on his laptop, charts of his DNA and hormone levels plastered on the screen. “The diagnostics test shows that there is a surge on your arachnid DNA, Peter.” E.V. says through the screen.
“A surge? What–?” Peter murmurs, “What are the causes for this surge, E.V.?” he asks, but he felt his head ringing again, almost deafening that he couldn’t hear the explanation properly. Peter could feel as if he was in and out of consciousness.
When Peter gained his senses and consciousness back, he saw you, concerned and shaking his shoulders awake. Peter squints, something off with his senses. He heard a loud booming sound coming from somewhere. He snaps his head to the direction of the sound of water dripping down the kitchen sink. He groans, hands over his ears. “Warning! Your senses are overwhelmed. Warning! Your senses are overwhelmed, Peter.” E.V. says.
You tried getting his attention, touching his arm to try and ground him. Peter moved erratically, “No, no, please don’t! Argh!” He groans in panic, hands clutching his skull as he tries to focus on calming his nerves down. You stood there motionless, not wanting to set anything off or trigger Peter in some way. After a few minutes, he finally felt balanced again, body plopping down on your bed. His breathing slowed and he looked up at you. “I feel..I’m okay now,” he says quietly.
The surge of arachnid DNA not only heightened his senses but for some reason, organic web was suddenly shooting out of his wrist too. “Is that something you did before?” You asked as ropes of webs went out from within his wrists.
“No, my body didn’t do this before.” Peter says, disgusted as he pressed on his wrist and shots of webs splurted out again across the room. He visibly gagged, shaking his head. “Why are you disgusted? It’s from your body!” you exclaimed, chuckling at how he almost puked. You went to him and held his wrist, “Is this okay?” You asked, thumb running over his skin in an attempt to calm him down. Peter nods, breath hitching at the sensation. Your touch felt like fire against his skin and he gulped, trying not to react.
Your thumb lightly traced over the protruding veins, “Does it hurt?” you asked, pressing slightly on it.
Peter bit his lip, almost whining as he shook his head. “No…it just feels weird.” He mutters, eyes hyperfocused on how your thumb was running along the vein, how your small hand was wrapped around his wrist.
You observed Peter, his facial expressions clear as day that he was holding something back. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” you ask again, pressing on the vein. This time, Peter lets out a soft grunt, small spurts of webs coming out of his wrist. “Don’t do that, it feels really weird.” He gasps, ears turning red at how hot and bothered his body was becoming from the small touch alone.
You noticed how flustered Peter was becoming and you knew what it meant all too well. “Is this…turning you on?” You asked, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his wrist again. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving quickly. He nods his head, “I don’t know why…it’s probably because of my body being all messed up right now.”
“Do you want me to stop?” You ask softly, halting your hand from any further movements. Peter breathes out through his nose, “I–yes…no…keep going.” he replied, voice low and raspy.
You began drawing circles on his wrist, making Peter’s hand twitch, body tensing at how sensitive it felt there for some reason. Peter gulps, trying to suppress a moan that was threatening to leave his mouth. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his pants briefly and chuckled softly to yourself. “Can I try something?” I murmured softly, body hovering and pressing yourself down against him.
“What are you doing?! I don’t think this is the right time for us to…do that.” Peter stifles a gasp as he feels your warm body pressed against him, your core above where he was aching.
“No? Should I stop then?” You ask, thumb grazing over the veins of his wrist again while you kiss the side of his neck. Peter sucks in a breath, his free hand squeezing at your hip. “I don’t know.” He replies, gritting his teeth at the overwhelming amount of pleasure flowing inside his body from the small stimulation.
“Well maybe I can keep going until you figure out your answer?” You whisper against his ear, the hairs on his neck standing up. Your thumb began rubbing on the skin of his wrist once more and Peter let out a soft sigh, hand tightening against your hip. Small spurts of web were starting to come out of the center of his wrist and it urged you to keep prodding and touching it. “Fuck….it feels really…” Peter lets out a choked gasp, hand tensing and clenching into a fist. You continued kissing his neck, trailing your mouth upwards until it met his. Peter let out a low groan as he kissed you back. You could feel his arm tensing more and more until a specific press on his vein made ropes of webs come out from his wrist. Peter’s breaths were shaky, low soft whimpers leaving his throat.
“Wow that was…really…wow.” You said, watching as the last bits of web came out. Peter’s face was beet red and he squeezed on your hip once more. When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, no whites to be found. “Peter?” Your voice was laced with confusion.
With a deep breath, Peter flips your position over on the bed, with him hovering above you. “You are not allowed to do that anymore until I’ve done further research on it.” His voice was low and husky, crashing his mouth against yours. The sudden change in demeanor shocked you more than anything but, it was still Peter, you know it. So you let him kiss you harshly, fingers threading along his soft wavy hair.
Peter groans at the feeling, his sense of touch seemingly heightened in multiple parts of his body. He deepened the kiss, biting at your bottom lip as his hands made its way to your wrists, pinning them down on the bed. You gasp against his mouth, pelvis moving and trying to feel some sort of contact with his body.
Peter has always tried to be gentle with you, the best he can. There were times when the stress and frustration of his job would make him fuck you harder with the need to release some of that pent up stress. But this was relatively new; Peter being more openly dominant with you.
Peter was yet to fully grasp how to control the organic webs that came out of him but at that very moment he was able to shoot a web to keep your wrists pinned down above your head. He swiftly pulls off his shirt, throwing them somewhere on the ground.
“Hey, that’s unfair!” You exclaimed, whining needily at the need to touch and feel Peter. Your hips bucked up, clothed core slightly grazing at Peter’s tent. “Just…let me.” He whispers, eyes still fully black and filled with need. You stared up at him and softly said, “That’s still you right, Peter?” as if just asking for reassurance that Peter was still present.
Peter nods, “Yeah, it’s still me. My body is just trying to cope with the changes happening and I can’t figure it out yet.” He leans down and kisses you tenderly, his eyes briefly turning back to normal for a few seconds before turning back to black. You nod, a silent show of willingness and consent for him to do whatever he pleases.
Peter practically rips your shirt in half, pulling your shorts down like an animal in heat. His movements were more erratic and needy and uncontrolled than usual and you just let him, a soft gasp leaving your lips as cold air brushed against your now naked form.
Peter breathes in, hands squeezing and groping at your chest down to your waist. His fingers hurriedly fumbled at the button of his pants, pulling his cock out. He leans down, lips on yours in a needy desperate kiss. His free hand pulled on the webs that were keeping your hands pinned down, breaking your wrists free. Your hands immediately went to his hair, pulling on it and eliciting an unrestrained groan from Peter.
He broke the kiss, body perching between your legs further. He bit his lip, rubbing his shaft up and down the center of your folds before he suddenly pushed inside you, splitting you open. You let out a loud choked moan, nails digging on the skin of Peter’s forearms. “Peter! Wait—” You whimpered as Peter continued pushing his cock deeper and deeper until he reached the hilt. Peter lets out a low guttural grunt, head thrown back slightly as the sensation of your tight warm cunt overwhelmed him.
“Fuck…” He groans out, words drawn out of his mouth. He began thrusting hard and fast, not giving you the time to adjust to his size. His hands went down to the back of your thighs, pushing your legs apart and your knees towards your chest.
You let out a strangled whimper, head thrown back further into the pillow as Peter plowed desperately inside your cunt. Your hands fisted on the sheets, mouth hanging open as the pleasure of being pounded rendered you unable to think properly anymore.
Peter leaned down, his weight pressing and holding your body in place as he sloppily kissed you. You whined sweetly, kissing him back with your eyes squeezed shut. Peter pulls away slightly, hot breaths mingling in the air. You noticed the way his pace changed slightly, still fast and deep but with a quiet tenderness to it. You managed to open your eyes and saw that his eyes were back to normal again, not fully black anymore. “Can I keep going? Is this okay for you?” He whispers shakily, trying not to thrust beyond what you can handle. You nod frantically, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you replied, “Just keep going, Peter. Don’t hold back, I can take it.”
Peter let out a needy low groan, almost a whimper as he nodded and hugged your thighs flushed against his chest. His thrusts began growing vigorous again, panting softly as your tight pussy hugs and squeezes at his aching shaft. “Shit…shit…it feels really good. You’re doing so well.” He murmurs desperately, the pace of his movements growing erratic, the tip of his cock prodding at your cervix. You let out hoarse choked moans as your hands tried grabbing at him, needy for any kind of contact.
Peter notices this and leans down towards you, your legs on the sides of his torso. Peter flushed his body against yours, thrusts erratic and unbelievably deep. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingernails scratching along his back as a flurry of gasps and moans left your mouth.
“Oh God, I’m so close. Can I? Can I come inside you again like before?” Peter whispers, gritting his teeth as if he was only waiting for your response before he fully allows himself to let go.
“Come inside me, Peter. Please–please I want it–” you whimpered out, gasping and hips bucking uncontrollably. With one final thrust, Peter lets out a hoarse needy moan as he comes inside you, painting your walls white. You could feel the warm fluids filling up your cervix and you could only gasp and pull on his hair as your climax followed.
With a few shaky breaths, Peter pulls out of you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He stares at you, at how sweaty and unfocused and tired you were. “Was that okay?” he whispers, worried that he might have gone overboard.
You nod your head with a breathless smile, “It was more than okay, Peter.” Peter beams brightly at your response, the same boyish smile you came to love plastered on his face.
His hand goes to caress your cheek, pressing a kiss on the side of your mouth. “I really do need to figure out what’s going on with my body though.”
“Yeah, yeah you should ...Or maybe we can go again and you can figure it out first thing tomorrow?” I suggested mischievously, eyes twinkling.
Peter turns his head to look at his laptop, contemplating whether or not to take the bait. With a soft surrendered chuckle, he says, “Fine. Okay, just one more round and then I go back to work.”
