cuffs; peter parker
a/n: It's been a while since I've written anything peter parker related and I don't know why but I was in the mood for some sub!peter so enjoy
sub!peter x fem!reader smut; 1.9K
“You okay, baby?” You asked looking down at Peter. He was sitting at the edge of the bed. His hands were on his knees waiting for your instructions. He'd been waiting patiently for a while and beamed when you reappeared in the room. There was a mixture of anticipation and concern. He wasn't sure what you were going to do to him tonight, regardless of this being his idea. He only nodded looking up at you as you caressed his jaw.
"I'll stop when you want me to, okay?" you reassured staring into his eyes making sure he knew you meant that. He nodded again.
"Words, Pete."
"Yes," he responded firmly releasing control of his body. You smiled with satisfaction placing your hands on the rope of your bathrobe.
"Take off your clothes," you instructed and he sat there watching you with big eyes. "Your clothes," you said again pulling at the collar of your robe signaling him to discard every piece of fabric clinging to his body. Peter took his shirt off in a swift movement standing only to remove his pants and socks. You watched him carefully as he sat back down in only his boxers.
"Those too," you smirked and tried hard not to let him see right through you. You were in charge tonight and he wasn't going to be able to figure you out.
Peter blinked before nodding his head tugging at the band of his boxers until they were on the floor. You marveled at his member springing out of the underwear. He was already hard and you didn't know how he did it. How he managed to look so perfect all the time. How his abs looked like they were carved from stone. He looked like a statue. Though he was definitely bigger than any statue you'd ever seen.
"Lay down," you whispered coming closer to him still playing with the knot that was holding your robe together. Peter tried reaching for the hand that was holding the knot, but you swatted it away pushing him down on the bed.
"I'm not playing games, Peter." Your voice was firm as you pinned him down to the bed. "You do as I say or you don't get what you want," your voice was low this time but loud enough for him to hear as your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear. You heard him groan relaxing under your touch.
"Do you understand?" you looked at him now still pinning him down. His arms were outstretched and muscular under your dainty hands. He nodded watching you closely. "Words," you reminded cupping his jaw.
"Yes, I understand." He said feeling his body flush. He was totally naked under you and he still didn't know what you were up to.
"Good," you released his jaw getting off him. You instructed him to move further up the bed as you retrieved something from a stash you'd brought with you when you entered the room earlier. Peter watched you curiously, his eyes widening when he saw the pair of cuffs that were dangling from your index finger.
"Hands up," you instructed motioning for him to lift them towards the headboard. He did as he was told watching the way your breasts moved under the robe. He was undressing you with his eyes, and though you probably should've punished him for that, you let it be.
"Those new?" he asked looking as you cuffed him to the headboard. You were concentrating and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you incredibly sexy right now.
"Don't ruin it," you said not wanting to admit that you'd snuck them from his own superhero stash and they were about to be used for a very different purpose. A better purpose, in your opinion.
When you felt they were secure you stepped away from the bed admiring the way he was laying on the bed. Naked and ready. His eyes watched you, waiting for your next move.
Never taking your eyes off him, you finally undid the knot holding your robe closed around your body. You revealed what was underneath. Absolutely nothing. The robe slid off your shoulders as you cocked your head watching him lift his hips slightly, curling his fingers into a fist.
You ran your hands up your thighs until they were cupping your breasts; you heard Peter groan tracking your every move.
"You okay?" you teased approaching him.
"No," he growled as your fingertips danced on his thigh. "Can you touch me?" he asked and you were caught by surprise. He was actually using his words and you didn't think he'd be so upfront. Especially not used to being in charge, you were usually the one begging.
"I am touching you," you smirked drawing circles with your fingers until they were tracing his abs.
"You know what I mean," he groaned lifting his hips and looking down at his cock. You laughed shaking your head.
"No, I don't touch you until you make me cum." You were surprised by the words coming out of your mouth, but it only drove Peter crazier. He nodded aggressively.
"How can I do that?" he asked.
Without a word, you let yourself onto the bed hovering over him until your legs were at either side of his face. You looked down at him, he didn't question your action. He simply stuck his tongue out, but you moved away before he could touch you.
"What?" he asked looking at you as you looked down at him.
"Take your time," you cooed running your fingers through his wavy hair. You let your thumb run down his cheek until it was tugging at the corner of his mouth. Peter nodded kissing your thumb before looking up at your pussy. He wanted to taste you, he wanted to please you no matter how painful his erection was growing.
When you finally felt his tongue on your pussy you moaned loudly only making him throb more. He ran the flat of his tongue over your clit rubbing circles before wrapping his lips around it eliciting another pornographic moan from your part.
His pointed tongue ran between your folds and you started moving your hips to match the rhythm of his tongue. You weren't going to be able to hold on for much longer, you could already feel yourself growing tighter and on the verge of an orgasm.
Lifting your hips you panted looking down at Peter who was flushed. His mouth was coated with your wetness. He licked his lips looking at you with confusion.
"I don't want to cum yet," you said panting. Peter groaned knowing that if you didn't cum, he wouldn't cum.
"Let me make you cum," he said desperately lifting his hips.
You smirked still panting trying to catch your breath. "Okay, beg." Your eyes devilish still hovering over him.
"Please, please let me make you cum." He pleaded. As mentioned before, you were usually the one begging so there was something about him begging you that was making you wet again.
"Please," he said before you positioned yourself over his tongue. He got back to working it against your clit, dipping into your entrance and you winced holding on to the bed frame for support.
"Fuck, Peter," You whined rocking your hips against his tongue. You let him bury his face in your pussy. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue fucked you.
"I'm going to cum," you announced tightening the grip on the headboard with one hand, the other was now buried in his hair holding his head as you rocked your hips.
You let yourself unravel on his tongue. You were throbbing as you came and you felt Peter smile against your pussy.
"I guess it's your turn now," you teased carefully getting off him, you kneeled next to him. Your legs were weak, but a promise was a promise. You leaned down to kiss him sloppily. Your hand trailed down his torso until your fingers were wrapping around his cock. Peter winced and you stopped kissing him. Your eyes asked if he was okay. He nodded lifting his head so you could kiss him again.
Your tongues tussled; you could taste yourself on him. It only made you increase the pace at which you were rubbing his cock. Peter lifted his hips and you let go of him. He whined against your lips, but his eyes lit up when he saw you position yourself on top of him.
His cock was back in your hand leading him into your pussy. You eased yourself onto him and he grunted feeling how tight you felt. You stayed in that position leaning down to kiss him. His cock buried deep in you as you kissed softly, fingers running through his hair. Peter moved his hips up, but you didn't budge. He wanted to desperately hold your hips, to help you bounce, but you were teasing him. He was certain he could probably cum from you just laying on him, dick deep in your pussy.
But he'd kept his part of your deal and so you sat up holding on to the place right above his knees. You started rocking your hips watching the way his head rolled back into the pillow. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt himself this deep, the position you were in was blinding him.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum already-" he grunted looking at you now. Through hooded eyes, he watched the way your boobs bounced, the way his dick got lost in your pussy, and the way you watched him closely as you felt him jerk inside you. Your walls were clenching and you were nearing your high too.
Leaning down to kiss him, he lifted his hips thrusting into you. You accepted the action happily meeting his thrusts until he was cursing your name and biting your bottom lip. You felt him throbbing against your walls and you let your own orgasm wash over you. The two of you a sweaty, panting mess.
You stayed in that position for a while, letting your bodies come down from your highs. Your lips touched every so often. Weak, but able you got off him to retrieve the key to uncuff him.
"Where's the key?" Peter asked watching you search for it. You couldn't find it. You swear you'd brought it with you. You remember there was a key for it.
"It was right here," you said lifting your robe from the floor maybe it was in one of your pockets. They were empty.
"You're joking right?" he asked looking at you seriously now.
"Pete, you have super strength just break out of them." You said placing your hands on your hips watching him incredulously not wanting to admit that you'd fucked up by not double-checking if the cuffs had keys.
Peter groaned, but effortlessly snapped out of the cuffs rubbing his wrists.
"You could've done that at any point," you said cocking your brow.
"Yeah, but what would've been the fun in that?" he said extending his hand so you could crawl into bed with him. You did so happily, giggling as he brought you in close. He cuddled you, kissing your cheek and holding you close against his chest. Your naked bodies stuck together and you didn't mind that the two of you were going to need a long shower and were going to have to switch out the sheets.
You just wanted to spend the rest of your night like this.
And you were already thinking of all the new things you could try with Peter. You made a mental note to add cuffs to your shopping list.
Key optional.
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