So so funny when you’re admiring someone page cause they’re such a good writer and scan their rules and then the hand throw up and inna “DAM IT” when rules say no a/b/o
after a long day, izuku’s excited to come home and fall asleep in your arms. but when you surprise him with the barest amount of clothing on, it’s hard to remember anything about being tired. it’s hot and sweaty, desperate kisses exchanged as you push him through the hallway and into the bedroom. now, he gets too excited, and hoists you up with ease—he’s about to show off, toss you onto the bed and really make your pussy ache. it’s a hot moment until one for all sparks through his veins and you’re thrown gracelessly onto the bed, which slides back and smashes an imprint into the wall. lowkey gives you whiplash and izuku sobs when he sees you in a neck brace or when he’s in home depot picking out the paint to fix the wall.
we’ve known that katsuki sweats buckets. it doesn’t come as a surprise when he’s sweating like a pig in missionary, beads of salt falling from his jaw to your chest and making the room stink of BO. he’s clapping your asscheeks, you’re both forgetting about the sweat; you make the mistake of squirming away from the sensitivity and this is when things go downhill FAST. “fuck,” he bites his lip, frustrated as his clammy hand finds his cock and tries to re-insert it. kat is struggling, so you reach a hand down to help him out, and he groans when he gets the tip in, starts moving too impatiently. sparks fly from his hands, tiny little explosions sounding off against his cock and your inner thighs/asshole. after all the screaming wraps up, you sarcastically ask him if he needs to be cuffed to the bed while you ride him. he just gets more upset because he’s genuinely considering it after this event and sits in silence for the next half hour. (+bonus: he’s exploded his dick n balls while jerking off and only does it in the shower now)
out of everyone, shoto’s acts up the most. you could suck his soul out his dick, then stand up to see fire catching on the left side of his hair or arm. the worst of it happens the day you reunite after having been apart for two weeks, since he was away in another part of the country with another group of heroes. you were going at it pretty fucking hard, throwing it back on him while he thoughtlessly babbled out words of horny praise. you came explosively, and he did as well! a smaller version of his great glacial aegir split through the bedroom wall and half of his chest was on fire. accidentally burned some of your hair off :(
typically eijirou has excellent control over his quirk. typically. he’d gotten hit by a small-time quirk eraser and decided he could forget about it by burying himself seven inches deep inside you or eating your pussy like a decadent dessert. all was well, you were in the middle of switching positions and tugging his cock into your fist for a handjob. halfway through it, eijirou’s quirk returned, just as you were sliding your hand down. it hurt badly and he couldn’t stop apologizing furing the bandaging process although it wasn’t his fault. honestly he couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky you’d both been that his dick wasn’t anywhere else when it happened.
did someone say human vibrator? denki’s the best man for the job! he’s got you spread out on the bed and shaking, his dutiful fingers pressed into your clit while he shallowly fucks in and out of you. it’s a kink he’s come to love, because he can feel the gentle shocks right in the tip of his cock. your mouth hangs open lamely, too blissed out to say anything other than his name in a cute, whiny tone. it seems very safe until his brain briefly short circuits when your cunt squeezes down particularly hard around him; a startling zap of electricity shoots through the both of you and you fly apart like repelling magnets. he’s on the floor grabbing his electrocuted dick with tears in his eyes while you hiss in pain on the bed, rolling around like you’re on fire.
i’m crying hanta has a mild bondage kink. his quirk hasn’t ever presented itself as a problem, besides the rare elbow to the nose while changing positions, but his idea of safety is proved wrong on your anniversary. he’d been buttering you up the whole day, growing more lovesick with each gift or compliment given to you. later that night, you were elaborately tied/taped to a chair, engaging in a little roleplay with him. sexy stockholm syndrome quickly turned into taken 2008 when even HE couldn’t get you out of the fucking bondage. the tape was too sticky and too adhesive to get off of the floor, let alone your skin. so, hanta came up with the best solution he could. he used some scissors to cut the tape away from the chair and floor, picked it up (with you taped into it, naked), and hauled you into the backseat of the car. you were promptly taken to the ER, where the medical staff and waiting patients gawked at the scene in front of them: a sloppily dressed pro hero holding a chair with his naked girlfriend elaborately taped to it. he shed a few humiliated tears in the corner while the doctors painlessly got the tape off your skin.
tamaki’s just a wild card. random shit happens during sex, like him accidentally moaning your nickname for HIM, or slapping his own ass. it’s easy for him to get flustered, for wires in his brain to cross incorrectly. he literally had sukiyaki with his friends for lunch at a new place near his agency, and then you were riding him to oblivion on his desk when you stopped by after hours to distract him from a stack of paperwork. everything was more than fine, euphoric to be exact, and you just turned back to look at your bouncing ass, ignoring the sudden flush on his face. you were instead met with the sight of his newly sprouted cow leg hanging over the edge of the desk.
keigo’s wings are highly sensitive, since every single feather is telepathically connected to his brain. brushing your hand through the red plumes or tugging harshly at them can either yield the sexiest noises, or the most embarrassing. keigo’s quick to shuffle away when he feels your fingers getting close to the base of his wings, but one day, he’s not fast enough. you’re pinned under him, one hand tugging through his curls while the other sifts through downy feathers at his back. it happens too quickly for him to register it—an innocent tug to his scalp, then another at the base of his wings at the same time. it’s like squeezing a rubber chicken. keigo squawks like a bird, loud and shrill and startling you into a fit of laughter. he literally rolls off of you and wraps his wings around himself, feeling his dick become flaccid and soft. physically cannot become aroused if you mention it at all, and the memory hits him whenever he looks at or hears a bird.
Cuddling with Shoto while on vacation with your kids
Shoto inserts the key card into the slot and you hear a quiet click plus a green light, meaning the door unlocked. He pushes it open and walks inside, holding it from the other side for you and your kids to walk in.
The second your through the door, Naru let’s go of your hand, kicking off her shoes, and running and jumping to her bed. Yuki isn’t far behind her, walking to his side and climbing in the bed.
“You guys have a good time?” you ask them as you walk to you and Shoto’s bed, sitting down and facing them.
“Yeah!” The four and five year olds say in unison.
You smile, happy they enjoyed the little adventure you took. “Good. Take you clothes off and get ready for bed,” you tell them.
They both nod, making there way to there little suitcases and pulling out night clothes. You and Shoto do the same, taking off the clothes from the day and putting on a comfortable shirt.
Shoto climbs in bed, in a pair of sweatpants, and you put on one of his shirts, it being the first thing you see when you look in your shared suitcase. (as if you wouldn’t have anyway) You put your hair up and get comfortable, reaching for the remote and turning on a show for Naru and Yuki.
Shoto lays down next to you, his arms open, letting you slide into them and cuddle to his chest. You don’t even need to speak, automatically trapped in a bubble of love and comfort the second you relax against his skin, feeling happy and protected with his arms around you.
You don’t even realize you’re falling asleep, your eyes instantly fluttering shut as you relax. Usually, you wouldn’t fall asleep so early, but your day has been full of walking, exploring, and spending time with Shoto and the kids, you’re rightfully tired.
Shoto watches you drift to sleep, curling his arm around you and pulling the blankets higher, wanting you to be comfortable.
He brings his attention to your son and daughter, seeing them playful wrestling with each other, laughing as they flop around there bed.
“Naru, Yuki, watch tv and settle down,” Shoto says quietly, but loud enough for them to hear.
They stop playing, immediately pausing their movements and looking at him for a moment before climbing under the covers and focusing on the tv. Shots leans over and turns the lamp light off, moving slowly so he doesn’t wake you.
Less then an hour later, Shoto has shifted further under the covers, moving you so you’re on your side and he’s spooning you from behind, his arm under your pillow and his other arm laid across your waist.
Your eyes flutter open, slowly focusing in the dark room and seeing your kids only a few feet away in the other bed. Yuki is sitting on his side, a smile on his face as he watches Naru jump up and down, giggling uncontrollably.
“Lay down, Naru,” you say, your voice thick with sleep, your eyes barley open. The little girl stops and looks at you, laughing and giving one last jump and flopping down again.
You reach for the remote, turning the volume down just enough so the child’s show isn’t keeping you awake, but it still loud enough for them to hear.
You turn over, angling your head slightly to see your sleeping husbands face, smiling to yourself at his peaceful state. His hair is a little messed up from the short time he’s laid on it, his facial features completely relaxed as he takes in slow and steady breaths.
You cuddle closer to his body, your hand rested on his chest as you close your eyes again, letting his warmth carry you to sleep once again.
Synopsis: your new perfume makes Peter unable to keep his hands off of you
Warnings: not smut but still inappropriate so don’t engage if you’re a minor or I’m telling your mom 😡
Masterlist
“Are you almost ready honey?” Peter asked as he fixed his hair over your shoulder as you both stood in front of the mirror. You were getting ready for a house party together in your dorm.
“Almost. Just give me a second.” You said as you put on some lipstick.
“Okay. Take your time.” Peter kissed your bare shoulder before going over to wait by the door. You picked up your new perfume and rubbed it behind each ear and then on your wrist. You rubbed your wrists together to spread the scent and the put the bottle down. Peter immediately perked up and started to sniff the air. He felt all the blood rush to his head, then rush straight down. He turned around and looked at you as you were fixing your hair.
“What’s that smell?”
“Probably me. I’m wearing a new perfume.” You shrugged and walked away from the mirror.
“That’s perfume?” Peter asked as he sniffed the air again. He smiled a little as the most delicious scent he had ever smelled filled his nose. It was overwhelming him, but in a good way. He sniffed the air again and let out a happy sigh.
“Yeah. I found it online. It’s supposed to mix with your natural pheromones or something and enhance your natural scent.” You told him as you grabbed your purse.
“Oh.” Peter said quietly as his face turned a deep red.
“Why? Do you not like it?”
“No I do!” Peter said quickly. “I really do. You smell….you smell good.”
Peter was quiet for a moment as he sniffed the air again. He could barely focus because of how intoxicating your perfume smelled. Peter shook himself out of his trance and pulled you closer by the hand.
“You smell really good.” He said softly before connecting his lips to yours. You smiled into the unexpected kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter put his hands on your face to deepen the kiss as he inhaled your scent once again.
“Why don’t we just stay home tonight?” He whispered against your lips.
“You don’t want to go to the party?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to go. I’d just rather stay in tonight.” He smiled and pecked your lips again.
“And this is just occurring to you now?” You raised an eyebrow. “As we’re about to leave?”
“I just changed my mind. Unless you want to go.”
“Well it depends. Did you have something in mind that you wanted to do instead?” You asked with a coy smile. Peter smiled back and pulled you into another kiss.
“Maybe.” He mumbled against your lips.
“Maybe?”
“Yeah. I thought we could put on a movie.” He said as he started to trail his kisses down your neck while your scent filled his nose.
“And then not watch the movie.” He said before nipping at the skin of your check. Your got chills down your spine and let your eyes flutter shut as he continued to kiss you neck.
“Come on.” He whispered. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Well now that you’ve put the idea in my mind, I kinda want you to beg.” You teased as he popped his head back up.
“Pretty please?” Peter whined.
“All our friends are there.” You reminded him. “They’re expecting us to show up.”
“But wouldn’t you rather stay here with me?” Peter whined again.
“We do have the place to ourselves. That’s pretty rare.” You said as you started to give into his idea.
“Exactly. Let’s take advantage of the opportunity that has been so graciously given to us.” Peter said with a cheeky smile before pulling you into a long kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth as he kissed you, something a little bolder than his normal behavior. When you pulled away, your decision had been made.
“All right. Let me take off this dress then.” You playfully rolled your eyes and went to get some pajamas out of your drawers.
“Let me help you. You’ve had a long day.” Peter said with over exaggerated sympathy, making you chuckle. He took your hand and led you over to your bed, where he took a seat. He sat you down on his knee and moved your hair to the side so it wouldn’t get caught in the zipper. A chill went down your spine as Peter unzipped your dress all the way down. He then took a black hair tie off his wrist and tied your hair into a loose ponytail, the way he knew you liked to wear it when you were relaxing. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before patting your hip. You playfully rolled your eyes again and got off his lap to get the pajamas you had taken out.
“Honey?” Peter asked as you stepped out of your party dress.
“Yeah?”
“Leave the heels.” He said simply, making you smile.
“Whatever you say.” You smiled deviously at him before going back over to the bed.
Just as Peter suggested, you put on a movie but didn’t watch it. Your roommate was at the party you had bailed on so you didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting you. Peter was rougher with you than usual but you weren’t complaining. It was the kind of sex that you knew would left you sore and covered in marks for days, but you weren’t complaining about that either. As much as you loved how sweet and loving Peter typically was, you liked his dark side too. And that dark side was on full display that night in your dorm room. You’d feel guilty about disturbing your neighbors sleep if you weren’t having such a good time. He ended up falling asleep in your bed but you were gone but the time he woke up. Peter could still smell your perfume on your sheets as his hand felt around your bed for your body. He frowned when he found nothing and sat up a little. Instead of seeing you, he made eye contact with your roommate at her desk.
“Hey.” He said awkwardly.
“Hey. Rough night?” She asked flatly.
“No. It was a great night.” Peter smiled sleepily and put his head back down on the pillow. He slept for another hour before going back to his dorm, taking a shower, and going to his first class. As soon as it was over, Peter searched the hallways until he found you. He smelt you before he saw you as your perfume lingered in the air. He was sure he was the only one who could smell it, and there was something about that that he liked. He felt like one of those cartoons that floated in the air as the followed a scent. Finally, he found you in the hallway outside a class. He immediately wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck, immediately smelling your new perfume. The scent engulfed him and he inhaled it before kissing your neck again.
“Hi. I missed you.” He mumbled against your neck.
“I missed you too baby boy.” You smiled as you turned around in his arms.
“I could smell you all the way down the hall. Are you wearing that perfume again?” He whispered as he nipped at your lips.
“I sure am.” You smiled and kissed him back.
“I love it. It smells like you but times ten.” Peter smiled deviantly as he slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans.
“Can you multiple a scent by ten?” You teased him.
“Apparently. You smell so good.” He whined and leaned in to kiss you again. Peter kissed you for longer then you expected and you pulled away, knowing people would be looking at you.
“Peter.” You laughed in surprise and looked around the hallway at the students staring.
“What? Let people stare. I can’t resist you right now. I’m serious, I’m gonna start barking.” He said, making you laugh.
“Do not bark.”
“I might have to. I’m feeling woofy.” Peter said with a low grow and nipped at your lips again.
“No barking. We cannot be that couple. We cannot be the barking couple.” You said definitively.
“Then I’ll just stick to biting.” Peter smirked and leaned in to nip at your neck.
“We are in public mister.” You laughed in embarrassment and pushed him off of you.
“Then let’s go somewhere else.” Peter suggested as he nipped at your lips again.
“I have class.” You whined between kisses.
“And I have a massive love for my girlfriend then cannot be contained.” Peter shrugged and pulled you back into a kiss.
“Keep your massive love in your pants and let me go to class.” You snorted and started to walk away.
“But I don’t have class and I’m gonna be so bored without you. Can’t you just skip for one day?” Peter asked as he followed you like a puppy.
“And miss out on Spanish three? I don’t think so. If I skip today, we’ll probably learn something new and I’ll never be able to catch up. So my answer is no. I can even say that in Spanish. Noh.”
“You’re right. You shouldn’t skip a class just for me.” Peter sighed but didn’t stop following.
“Thank you.”
“So can I come with you?” He asked just when you thought he had dropped it.
“What? To Spanish three?” You laughed in surprise.
“That class is huge. Your professor will never know I’m not supposed to be there.”
“You’re that bored that you’re offering to sit in on my hour and a half Spanish class?”
“It’s less about boredom and more about me being clingy.” Peter admitted as he slipped his hand into yours.
“Peter.” You laughed and playfully swatted his arm.
“You’re dating a clingy man.” He said simply, making you laugh again.
“Okay fine. You can come with me. But you better behave.”
“I will. I promise.”
Ten minutes into your class, his hand was on your knee and traveling up.
“You promised.” You hissed and pushed his hand off.
“I’m just resting my hand.” Peter said innocently and put his hand back on your knee. You rolled your eyes and let it stay there as you tried to focus on your class. A couple minutes went by and his hand slowly started to travel up. You gave him a stern look but said nothing. After another few minutes, it started going up again. Another few minutes after that, it was gripping your upper thigh.
“Peter.” You hissed and gave him a look.
“My hand is cold.” He whispered.
“Your hand is not cold. You’re just a whore.” You whispered back and removed his hand.
“Maybe so.” Peter smirked and put his hand right back. You pushed it off and he put it back again. You gave him a look and aggressively shoved his hand off of your leg. He waited a few seconds before putting it back on. You let out a little huff and shoved his hand again, but he was relentlessly. He let a full minute pass before putting his hand back on your leg. You pushed his hand away again and this time, caught the attention of several students as well as your teacher.
“Senorita L/n. ¿Hay algún problema?” Your professor asked you.
“No. Lo siento Señor Chavez.” You replied and shrunk down in your seat as several people turned around to look at you.
“Lo siento mi amor.” Peter leaned over to whisper in your ear.
“Shut up. You don’t even know what that means.”
“It’s means the siento is running low.” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Dios mio.” You mumbled under your breath.
“What was that?” Peter wondered. “Don’t say things that Dora never said or I’m not gonna understand you.”
“Shut up or you’re banned from my dorm for a week.” You whispered as you tried not to laugh.
“No.” Peters eyes widened. “Please.”
“I’ll make it two weeks.” You warned.
“I’ll be quiet.” He promised.
Peter kept his promise and stayed silent for the next few minutes. You were able to concentrate on your work until you saw a little note slid across your desk.
“Can I at least hold your hand?” The note said. You rolled your eyes and held out your hand, which Peter happily took. He flashed you an excited smile before kissing the back of your hand. You bit your tongue to keep from laughing and focused on your lesson again. The class ended soon enough and all the students spilled out of the classroom. You held Peters hand as you walked down the halls and towards the dorms.
“That was so long. But at least you’re finally mine.” Peter said as he wrapped both arms around you and kissed your cheek a few times.
“Not so fast, lover boy. I have homework.”
“I’ll do it.” He offered immediately.
“You’d do my homework?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“If it means I get to do you after.” Peter said simply, making you let out a shocked laugh.
“What is with you today? Did you snort smarties again?” You went from playful to serious as you asked him.
“Nope. I’m just obsessed with you.” Peter said as he slung an arm around you and kissed your temple.
“If you say so.” You chuckled and slipped your hand back into his. As soon as you stepped foot into his dorm, Peter was kissing you. He pressed you up against the door he slipped his hand under your shirt. You were a little caught off guard but kissed him anyway as he picked you up. You never broke the kiss as Peter laid you down on your bed and started to kiss your neck.
“I said I had homework.” You reminded him as he sucked a bruise into your skin.
“You can do it after.” He mumbled against your neck before taking a bite.
“After what?” You played dumb.
“I’ll show you.” Peter smirked and kissed you again.
An hour later, you were both naked and tangled in his sheets as you faced each other. Peters hair was sticking up in every direction which you found pleasantly adorable. Peter was staring at you with a fond smile as he took in your scent. Your sweat had enhanced the perfume and your pheromones even more and Peter was in heaven. He was completely intoxicated and drunk on you, and he loved it.
“Can I sleep over?” Peter asked as he traced patterns on your hip with his fingertips.
“You know I’d let you but roommate is home tonight.” You pouted and pushed some hair off his forehead.
“Then can you sleep over here?”
“What about Ned?”
“He can survive one night on the streets.” Peter said simply.
“Peter.” You chuckled. “You can’t just kick him out.”
“I can if it’s for a good cause.” He insisted.
“What cause?” You humored him.
“Because I want to have sex. Like right now. And preferably for the rest of the night as well.”
“We just had sex.” You reminded him. “What is up with you lately? It’s like you’re in heat or something. Is this because of the spider thing?”
“That spider thing? Is that what we’re calling it?” Peter chuckled as he absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair.
“Well I don’t know. When I met you, you were half the size you are now and wore glasses. Not to mention, you couldn’t barely look me in the eyes. But now you’re swoll and more confident and can do all these crazy things. And it’s not like you gave me a spreadsheet of what all your powers are. So forgive me for assuming the aggressive hornyness is because of the bite.”
“It’s not.” He smiled softly. “I’m just in love with you.“
“I know. But you’re never like this.” You chuckled as you intertwined your fingers with his.
“What do you mean? I’m always all over you, honey.”
“You’re cuddly and loving, yes. But it’s never been like this. You’ve never been into this much PDA or been this clingy. Somethings going on.”
“Nothings going on. I just love you.”
“Okay. I believe you. For now.” You said teasingly. You kissed his lips before getting out of the bed. Peter sat up and watched you as you got partially dressed, never taking his eyes off you. You were about to put your jeans back on when you saw his sad expression.
“So no sleepover?” He pouted.
“No sleepover, baby boy. I’m sorry.” You said and cupped his face as he sat on the edge of the bed. Peter let out a whine and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your tummy.
“Want you to stay.” He said softly.
“You’re cute when you’re clingy.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair.
“I just want to be with you always. Is that so bad?” He asked as he looked up at you. You looked down at his and his puppy dog eyes and felt yourself give in.
“Fine. I’ll sleepover. But you have to clear it with Ned first.”
“I will. I promise.” Peter grinned and pulled you back down on the bed.
“Good.” You said as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled out his phone and sent Ned a quick text to let him know about the plans.
“Ned said he’s gonna sleep over at his friends dorm. We’ll have the place to ourselves.” Peter told you with a smile.
“Great. I’m gonna go back to my dorm and shower first.” You told him. You pecked his lips and got out of the bed again, much to Peters dismay.
“Can’t you just shower here? I can even join you.”
“Ew, in the boys bathroom? No way. There’s probably bacteria living in those showers that hasn’t even been named by scientists yet. And last time I was in there, I saw a lizard.”
“That was a misunderstanding.”
“What was the misunderstanding?”
“The lizard misunderstood where he was.” Peter explained, making you laugh.
“Well in order to avoid another misunderstanding, I’m gonna go back to the girls dorm to shower.” You told him. You started to walk away but Peter shot a web at you and yanked you back towards his bed. You fell onto the bed, right into his arms, and he tightly wrapped them around you.
“But I don’t want you to go.” He whined as he buried his face in your neck.
“I’ll come right back after I shower.” You promised him.
“Why do you need to shower? It’s just me.”
“Because I was outside in the hot sun and I smell like the outdoors.”
“No you don’t. You smell great.” Peter said as he started to kiss your neck again.
“You’ve mentioned that.“ You chuckled as Peter moved his kisses up to behind your ear.
“Come on.” He whined. “Don’t take a shower. I like the flavor of the marination.”
“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You didn’t just say that.”
“Ew. I’ve never heard someone use the contraction in the sentence before. It’s “you did not just say that”. You can’t just throw “didn’t” in there like that all willy nilly. There are rules.”
“Fine. You did not just say that.” You humored him.
“Thank you.” Peter smiled sweetly before kissing your lips.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” You told him. You tried to get up but he rolled on top of you to keep you there.
“No.” He whined.
“You’ll be fine without me.”
“No I won’t. Stay. Please?”
“Peter. Let me go.” You laughed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. You managed to break free and started crawled away from him but he yanked you back by your ankles. You laughed as he climbed back on top of hover over you.
“No shower. Just stay with me.” He said as he hovered over you.
“I have to shower.” You groaned and tried to crawl away again. He pulled you by the leg back towards his and leaned down to bite your butt.
“Ow!” You laughed. “No biting. Let me go.”
“I can’t. I love you too much.” He said as he wrapped back arms around your legs and rested his head on your butt.
“Peter!” You whined and tried to break free.
“What?” He asked innocently.
“Let go of me.” You said again, and he finally listened. Peter sighed and sat up in his bed while you got out of it.
“When will you be back?”
“Twenty minutes. Like I said.”
“Can you put the perfume on after you shower?” Peter asked sweetly.
“I will.” You said before mumbling, “Slut.”
“Stop it!” Peter playfully gasped. “I’m not a slut.”
“Sure. I’ll be back.” You told him as you pulled up your jeans. Peter sighed again and flopped down on his bed as you left his room. It wasn’t long before you came back in wearing a pajamas set with your wet hair resting on your shoulders. Your scent was amplified and radiating off your skin, making Peter smile wildly.
“Oh my God, finally. That took forever.” Peter said as he excitedly sat up in his bed.
“I was gone for less than 20 minutes.” You laughed at how over dramatic he was.
“I know. That was way too long. Never leave me for that long again.”
“You’re ridiculous.” You smiled softly and shook your head.
“Ridiculously in love with you. Now come here. Right now.” Peter playfully commanded and patted his lap. You broke into a smile and walked over to him, immediately going into his arms. Peter wrapped his arms around you as you both fell back onto his bed.
“This is all I wanted. I love you, honey.” Peter sighed happily.
“I love you more. And I have to admit, I kind of like clingy Peter. He’s cute.” You smiled softly at him as you rested your chin on his chest to look up at him.
“Clingy Peter likes you.” Peter returned the smile as he played with your wet strands of hair. You propped yourself up so that you could kiss him again, which he happily accepted. He put his hands on your face and rolled on top of you. One hand slipped underneath your pajama top as he moved his kisses down your neck and chest.
“Hmm. You smell so good.” He mumbled against the skin of your neck.
“Well I just showered.” You reminded him.
“It’s not that. It’s just you. You naturally smell amazing.”
“This is so Twilight. You don’t even know.”
“Less talking more kissing.” Peter said against your lips before kissing you again. You made out on his bed for a minute until Peter had to pull away for air.
“You smell so fucking good.” He mumbled before going in again.
“Oh my God. Wait a minute. That’s why you’re whoring out lately? Because of my perfume?”
“I wouldn’t call it whoring out.” Peter mumbled under his breath.
“I would.” You snorted. “And now I know why. It’s because of my pheromones, isn’t it? That’s what’s got you all drunk in love.”
“I just like the way you smell.” Peter said sheepishly. “It’s really attractive to me.”
“Really? You’re attracted to my scent?” You asked with a coy smile.
“Yeah. I can’t explain it. It’s just amazing.” Peter sighed happily as he took in your scent.
“It’s just perfume.” You chuckled.
“It’s not just perfume. It’s you. I wanna sip you like a cup of tea.” Peter growled a little as he leaned in to nip at your neck.
“Oh really?“ You sighed happily as he sucked another bruise into your throat.
“Yes. I can’t get enough.” He whispered between kisses.
“And you’re sure this isn’t a spider thing?”
“No.” Peter said after hesitating for a moment.
“Oh no.” You chuckled. “What’s that pause for?”
“It might be a little bit of a spider thing.”
“So I was right!” You gasped and sat up with an excited smile.
“I said might!” Peter reminded you. “I have enhanced smelling. I can always smell you, but the perfume makes it ten times better. So much better, in fact, that I simply can’t resist you.”
“I guess I should wear it more often.” You smiled deviously.
“I might snap you in half if you do.” Peter smirked and leaned in to kiss you.
“What?” You laughed against his lips.
“That was supposed to sound sexy.” He whined. “I mean I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”
“Oh yeah?” You smiled. “Well that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
Warnings → Mermaid AU, fluff, angst, talking about private parts, nakedness, making out, SMUT!! 18+.
Summary → Tom and Y/n, two rebel, curious mermaids, explore the human world. Y/n secretly loves Tom, but he’s oblivious until she confesses her feelings. Becoming mates in mermaid culture, they navigate romance, friendship, and adventure, keeping their human escapades a secret while embracing their lifelong bond.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
WARNINGS: fem reader | established relationship | p in v: cowgirl | “blindfold” sensory deprivation | sexual content.
“The doctor said you’ll be fine just as long as we wait it out.” you remind PETER PARKER who has to be led by your hand through your shared apartment. He shuffles through the narrow passageway of the closing door, and fumbles through the hall with his fingertips grazing the wall. He trips up on some shoes that aren’t put away, and you catch him around his bicep, propping him back up with your body. “Woah, there.” you exclaim.
“When they tell you not to look at bright lights they sure mean it. Guess I was lucky it didn’t burn permanently into my retinas.” he thinks aloud with a sheepish scoff in spite of himself, letting you lock the door behind you as you guide him to the couch. “Next time I won’t make direct eye contact with Electro as he’s powering up no matter how sparkly he is.” You chuckle at his quip through your nose, turning his body so he can feel the furniture against the backs of his calves, signaling him to sit, so he does.
“Makes sense now why prey animals fall victim to bioluminescence, huh?” you reply back, offering up some banter that stretches that amused and dimpled grin onto his handsome features. He can’t look up at you—not like usual—staring straight ahead with his palms set on his knees.
“You callin’ me a prey animal?”
“Who’s temporarily blind because of the pretty lights, Peter?”
“Touché.”
You sigh from his verbal antics, unable to stay quiet even in a situation where most people would panic. His spidey sense did alright to get him out of that fight, but it doesn’t help much when he’s about to run into a wall—that’s where you come in. You round him to get to the kitchen, collecting some tap water in a glass.
“You know, when you said you were going to take care of me…” Peter begins, twisting his spine so he can project his words to you over his shoulder. “I wasn’t imagining you taking advantage of my misfortune and abusing me in some verbal beatdown.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” you chastise, rolling your eyes. It makes sense he’d be a little sore after today, maybe you should take it easier on him. You of all people know how much he hates being put out of commission. Glass in hand, you return, picking up his wrist to fix the water against his palm. Gratefully, he takes a swig. “So, in what ways were you imagining me taking advantage of you?” you continue the conversation, though you notice how flirtatious your tone comes off only after you’ve spoken.
Peter swallows thickly, and licks the moisture off his upper lip. You watch the motion from the side, that vacant gaze of his still stuck on the direction in front of him. “Well, for starters, we wouldn’t have any clothes on.”
“Oh, Peter…” you sigh, bouncing on him mere moments later. Completely bare, and soaking wet, you were quick to grant his wish, riding him at a second’s notice. Thick fingers tightly dig into the flesh of your hips, guiding them from his position underneath you. Blank eyes stare off into the ceiling, twitching as they narrow when the pleasure gets to be too much. “Can’t believe you wanted this after a day like today. You’re supposed to be resting.” your breathless tone doesn’t convey any serious admonishment at all, and it tugs a crooked grin onto his lips.
“But I’m so relaxed, honey. Doin’ such a good job, makin’ me feel so good. Better than a prescription. ‘Doctor would be proud.” he praises, husky and rushed. The delicate space between his brows pinch as his tongue forms over his upper lip, concentrating in increasing the pace. He overpowers whatever control you had, using his strength that far surpasses your own to hasten your hips. You don’t think he’s relaxed at all, he’s certainly not resting, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to stop him. Every inch of him sheathed inside you, it’s hard to think about anything other than getting that tip to brush your spongy spot.
Your face twists, obscene sounds pouring out of you because of his actions. Showing off his taut body putting in the work for you always gets you going, dragging your nails down his pretty and flexed abdomen like a reward. A low and torturous groan cries out from deep in his throat because of it—like that’s exactly what he needed—and it sends a powerful shudder right through you. Hands slide up to your torso, squeezing your flesh as he lifts you, and fucks up into you instead. Your tits to the air bounce with each mad sheath, and you can’t help but be loud, keens echoing throughout the apartment.
He knows what you look like—he knows—every intimate and dirty detail. How you must look riding him, what expression you’re making on that cute face, what your body is doing to him right now… every secret mole and birthmark, where your hands are, how your tits jiggle, everything, he can picture it. It’s all in his head and just out of reach. When he opens his eyes, it’s completely without focus, staring up at the ceiling while he hears your pleasured cries as music to his ears.
He kneads your body in his hands, trying to release some of that base desire by molding your skin like clay. “God, I wish I could look at you right now, baby.” he confesses, and he means it with every fiber of his being.
character(s): spider-man / peter parker x fem!reader (can be any spider-man you imagine like tasm)
word count: 5k
warnings: explicit sex, spidey being very impatient, mask kink mask kink mask kink & suit kink <3, VERY SLIGHT dub con because there was no explicit ask for consent— things were implied, no capitalization i apologize if it bothers u
notes: this is my first smut fic that’s been finished. ive been writing for a long time but this is the first time i’ve put it on anything :) i imagine spider-man from the 2018 insomniac game on ps4 “marvel’s spider-man” his voice actor and his character design is my favorite but you can imagine any spider-man u want, holland, garfield, maguire hehe
the droplets of rain pitter pattered onto peter’s suit and he shivered from the biting cold. the combination of water and fifty two degrees. he sniffed and rubbed his nose. “wish i had read the weather report before i went out.” he thought aloud to himself. early in the game he realized no one could hear him when he was perched on the corner of rooftops. it was safe to let that little voice inside become vocal. everyone had one. everyone talks to themselves. he likes to think it helps him organize. realistically, it’s less lonely.
ah, aloneness. he used to covet it. the isolation. it was quiet and safe, and he knew himself best. he didn’t have to talk to anyone. no one talked to him.
“god, i’m gonna go crazy.” peter aimed and swung away, looking for trouble.
he dialed. he waited. she picked up. “yuri? tell me you have something,”
“uh… no. not right now anyway. you’ve pretty much cleared up the last of the loose ends, spider-man. nice work.” her tone was refreshingly grateful, but his heart sunk with disappointment. he needed some action, itching for it. if he had ever been addicted before, he would recognize this as a need for a fix. something had to get his adrenaline pumping. yuri realized the silence. “what? you only answer to ‘spider-cop’ now?” she taunted. peter didn’t take the bait unusually. “hey, is there something wro—?”
“thanks anyway, yuri. gotta go.”
“um, ok—“
he hung up and landed on an edge. he groaned to the sky, as if he needed to tell it his frustrations. he should be happy to go home, have a night off. but he just felt stuck. and restless. he raised his arms, level to his shoulders, stretching out his chest. “breathe, spidey, breathe.” he closed his eyes. inhale, hold, exhale. he tipped backward, falling. inhale, hold, exhale. in perfect form, he flipped. over and over again. when did i get used to this much g-force? how has my head not been bashed in by a ledge? how many times can i flip before i forget which way is up? inhale, hold, exhale.
you.
peter’s eyes opened. he saw the world familiarly, zipping by him. it was too much. he shut them again. and in the comforting darkness, you returned, like a dream. you were an imprint on his brain.
“peter,” you cooed lovingly, “why don’t you come over, peter? you never visit me anymore.”
he opened his eyes. the ground was growing increasingly nearer, faster than he remembered it could. oh, but he couldn’t let go of you now. not yet. he squeezed them closed, desperately grasping onto the cusp of this new fantasy.
“i’m getting tired of waiting for you, peter~” you growled, disguised as a humble murmur, and you sank deeper into the cushions of the bed. your impatience poisoned him. he wanted to please you.
but you were just so irresistible, pouting or not. he took notice of how he pictured you. wearing a lavender silk nightgown that ended high on your thigh, with dangling strings of bows and dainty mesh.
god her nipples are hard.
your eyebrows raised as if you heard his thoughts and he felt blush heat up his cheeks. embarrassed, until your eyes wandered down his abdomen, landing on his clothed sex. “guess they’re not the only ones that are hard, huh?” you got on her hands and knees, and his pants tightened; frozen in place as you crawled towards him. he knew he’d start stuttering by now if this was real. blubbering as he helplessly watched you undo the buckle of his pants. “but you know what’s even harder, peter?” you asked him in a whisper, raising yourself properly on your knees so you could ghost your lips over his.
he leaned into you, chasing your mouth. “what?” he replied in a murmur, determined to silence you with his kiss.
you lingered a moment, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. your hand grasped his length and peter’s breath hitched in his throat. “the ground when you don’t pull up.” you lulled. he hesitated, drawing back.
“what?”
your voice rang clear, resounding in his skull like a bell. “pull up, peter. pull up!”
“woah!” he opened his eyes just in time, webbing an edge at the last second before he flattened on the pavement like a real bug. his fingers curled around the ledge and he pulled himself up to sit, breathing hard. he pushed the air from his lungs in a huff, going limp and laying on his back on the rooftop. he picked up his phone.
there was nothing on your snapchat story besides your cat. instagram too. you weren’t busy.
yea, you weren’t busy. not really. you were watching the second princess diaries movie because you felt like getting your heart squeezed by chris pine. however, it wasn’t occupying your thoughts like you hoped it would.
a ding from your phone alerted you to a text from a friend.
i left my dress at your house :,(
you furrowed your eyebrows, responding promptly.
your dress honey? which one?
it’s black. goes down to the thigh i think
you stood up from your lazy boy and took a look around.
where’d you leave it babe?
im guessing bathroom?? it was last saturday. i crashed at your place after My Night Out On The Town™ & borrowed some of your clothes to sleep in
you stepped in and turned the bathroom light on. you didn’t see it.
oh right ! the simpsons tshirt i was wondering where that got off to
i think im gonna keep it
you keep that i keep the dress
fair enough sugar plum. we make the trade at midnight. deal?
deal. i’ll see u at midnight, im sure i’ll find your dress by then
thank you my dear!!
you smiled. she’s sweet. you pocketed your phone and kept an eye out. sure enough, the dress was thrown haphazardly over a chair. you almost didn’t recognize it blending in with your clothes but this was definitely something she’d wear. you held it out in front of you by the straps, examining it for stains when you noticed how cute it looked.
damn. well i’m sure she won’t mind i try it on a second. you thought.
so you peeled off your pajamas and shimmied on that dress. it really was cute. spaghetti straps and a deep v-neck. made your girls pop too. you turned around and stretched the material taut over your ass. “shit, girl, you look good.” you remarked.
a moment passed of admiring yourself. “well, i have to complete the look.” before i have to give it up. your fingers hooked into the bands of your stilettos and you grabbed a shawl with melodramatic potential from your closet. it added but it didn’t complete. so you tapped the palette with your brush and dusted your eyes, “god, forgive me for wasting good makeup on a night in.” you said through a funny, concentrating expression.
it was a worthy sacrifice. you shouldered the shawl and checked yourself out in the mirror. you were nearly there. what was missing? you discarded the shawl, it was no longer working. your eyes trailed from your painted toenails over your shaved legs and good boob day to your hair.
my hair…
so you pulled and twisted and bobby pinned but it just wasn’t right. undoing what you had done, your hair unraveled into accidental perfect little curls. if you kept still, you could keep those perfect little curls around a while longer…
no. better use hairspray.
to get the proper experience, you rushed over to your full length mirror in the living room. safe to assume, you were stunning. you hardly recognized you. “oh, my god. oh, my god!” you strutted, posed. “yes.” you stuck another one. “oh, yes.” and another. “really feel it, babe, look at you!” you twirled, pretending to be your own photographer, praising your modeling.
you tried to sit in your lazy boy in an intimidating, temptress sort of way. claws placed purposefully on the arm rests, your legs crossed over one another. you embodied seductive villainy. you felt hot like one. bad. it felt so… good. “you’re killing it.” you flattered yourself, but it was hard to take yourself seriously when you were sitting in cushioned leather. you needed a real throne. in the meantime, you didn’t think twice about having more fun.
“ah! spider-man, baby, i’ve been expecting you.” you cooed. you pursed your lips in thought; that was way too cliché.
you spun on your heel, “spider-man?” you gasped dramatically, a hand over your chest in shock, the other, pretending to fashion an opera length cigarette holder, “in my living room? get out of town!”
your hand rested on the edge of a table, letting you lean on it for support as you twirled your glass in your hand, mixing it as if it was alcohol like brandy or something villainous like that. it was just sweet tea. “oh, spider-man. you’re here early.” you lulled, and took a seductive sip of your tea. slowly, letting your lips kiss the glass, and the smooth liquid to glide past them. you lowered it, leaving a red stain of lipstick. “care for a drink?”
you couldn’t help but smile as you checked yourself out one last time. your friend should be picking up the dress soon, so it was time to hang up the villain version of you and go back to sweatpants. maybe treat yourself to a little ice cream as a reward for looking so good. as a last hurrah, you winked at your reflection, “baby, you’re so hot i might just fuck you senseless myself.” you joked.
“i think that’s my job tonight.” a voice coming from behind you brutally awakened you from your trance and you yelped in surprise. you spun around and your arms wrapped around yourself on instinct, as if you were nude.
the blue and red of a friendly neighborhood superhero caught your eye. attached to the ceiling, the webhead hung, lightly swaying as he watched you with tempered anticipation. praying for a positive reaction. “hey, (y/n).” he tilted his head. “cute outfit. what’s the occasion? prom?”
“oh, shut up, perv.” you fisted the fabric of a pillow in anger, tossing it at him haphazardly, which he didn’t dodge.
“i deserve that.”
“how long were you watching? how long were you in my house?” you demanded, blush heating your cheeks. it was embarrassing, being caught red headed. you were just messing around, everybody does that. spider-man seemed to take notice of your blush, and crept toward you on the wall, stalking closer in a stance that reminded you of a cat readying to pounce… or more appropriately, a spider.
your skin tingled with anticipation, side eyeing him crawl closer. he faced the floor and picked up his legs keeping his fingers glued to the wall. in a model of peak human condition, he flipped over and skillfully lowered himself onto the floor. you gulped. he was so hot in that suit. he strode towards you but you didn’t back down. instead of stopping to tower over you, establish his dominance, he passed by you, saying, “i thought you liked me watching you.” which somehow made you feel even smaller. you swallowed again, staring at his back. those corded muscles rippling underneath that skin tight suit was enough to make you salivate. he was toying with you.
“that‘s not the point here and you know it.” you started again, feigning strength in your voice but it was failing you. he could hear that. you know he could.
he halted to gaze out of the open window to your balcony. “have you been waiting for me? you left the window open, i assumed it was an invitation.” he glanced over his shoulder. you couldn’t see the smile on his face. you felt the need to explain yourself, sheepish from the interruption of your dress-up game. “and in this outfit too? you didn’t want me to ruin it?” the question was laced with disbelief, as if it wasn’t a ploy you put on in order to lure him.
it was so hard to think when he talked like this. you swallowed thickly and set your drink down, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “it’s not my dress.” come to think of it, your friend was coming at midnight, you should stay vigilant for that. spider-man wasn’t bothered at all, offering a solution as easy as breathing.
“take the dress off then.” heat pooled in between your legs at the statement. when you couldn’t speak, he added something else, “the rest is yours right.” he bowed his head as he generously looked you up and down, “i recognize those heels,” he reminisced knowingly, surfacing the memory within you of wearing these during one of your escapades with him in the past. “the makeup is yours.” as he spoke, he sauntered closer, taking note of how your eyes were glued to the way his hips moved. his gloved hand came up to tangle in your hair, “this hair…” yanking downwards to force you to look up at his towering form. even in your black heels he was taller than you. lengthy, toned, and lean. this suit made you want to lick stuff off of him. “obviously yours. the jewelry— i was there when you picked this choker out.” his hand came up to hook his finger in the necklace, drawing a line underneath it absentmindedly. he resisted the urge to remind her his hands were her favorite choker. “you gonna take the dress off or should i? because baby, i’m getting tired of waiting.”
it had been so long since this scene was played out with you two, where he desired you enough to take the control away from you. it was invigorating, and lit a fire in your chest that drove you to listen. your hand reached behind you to grasp the base of the zipper, dragging it down in order to reach the zip, and tugging it slowly and smoothly, until you were able to push the straps off your shoulders. this has happened so many times, that the look of spider-man no longer bothered you. blank eyes only hid the brown ones underneath that held so much lust for you. it was exciting, not being able to see his face. the dress pooled around your legs, and you stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. because of your lack of planning, you didn’t pick out a cute set of lingerie. you were simply bare. naked and hot. at the sight of you, you heard spider-man exhale sharply. now it was your turn to move things along, “well? what are you waiting for?” it was breathless. vulnerable. a plea. in minutes, the hero had you begging for him all over again.
his hand came up to pinch the hem of his mask, about to lift it up over his lips. your hand halted his, fisting his suit after to get him closer as you told him quickly, “leave the mask on, dear god, leave it on.” without wasting a second, he stooped to pick you up by your thighs, bringing you over to your kitchen table to set your back onto it. one of your chairs was kicked out of the way causing it to skid. the spider was gearing up to eat you out like he’s been thinking about for hours. have you writhing and coming on his tongue over and over— but you were explicit. leave the mask on. his hand squeezed your thigh involuntarily at the thought, his other one running down from your clit over the opening of your sex causing you to whine. being patient was painful, so you curled towards him to guide his movements but he wouldn’t have it. snatching your wrist and pinning it next to your head. in a skilled maneuver he webbed it to the table, trapping that arm above your head. “hey!” you called, but he ignored you, smacking your pussy to cause you to keen. “baby, i need your fingers, i need you, i need something,” you were desperate, surprised at yourself that he could goad such a response from you with nothing but a few words and a dry spell. he granted you friction, circling your clit with his finger.
“oh, you need something, alright,” he told you, alternating giving your clit attention, and plunging a finger inside of you to tease you further. frustrating you was in order, after everything you’ve done to him since the last time you two got together. “all those pictures, and those texts,” he groaned. images of your new bikinis, new bras and panties in red, your perfect tits in candlelight or your toys playing with your wet pussy. “you need a good, hard fuck, don’t you?” he added another finger, and another, feeling you loosen like putty in his hands. you nodded feverishly, filthy sounds pouring from your mouth now that he was curling his fingers inside of you. “oh, c’mon, angel, say it. you’ve been waiting for me so impatiently, now that i’m here, you can’t even tell me you missed me? that you wanted me here?” you cried at this words, unable to open your eyes when they were rolled so far back in your head as he abused that spongy spot inside of you. it was so sudden, no prep, and he was expecting you to have coherent thoughts, and then speak them. it was too much.
you tried. you tried really hard. “yes. yes,” you agreed, “please don’t stop.” his pace didn’t falter, he liked that you were responding, and he loved knowing how hard it was for you to respond. his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he eyed yours, parted in sinful pleasure, awaiting a kiss to swallow your moans. this mask thing was so hard, but so enticing. “c’mon, spidey, i wanna come on your fingers.”
“no way.” he told you, enthralled at the idea of denying you for all of your terrible teasings while you two were apart. at the words, you picked your head up to look at him with such a delicious, crestfallen countenance. he wished to savor it a little longer, but he couldn’t pass up another chance to bully you, “i’m gonna edge you like you wouldn’t believe,” you whined in protest, but he was busy, paying attention to your clit, and when you tried to close your legs, his hand pushed your thighs apart harshly, “oh no no no,” he said with a malicious laugh, “don’t give up now, sweetheart, don’t you wanna make me proud?” it was such a mean thing to say, and it made the coil in your belly tighten regardless. he had you where he wanted you, “can you believe this is only two fingers?” he snickered, and your only free hand reached for him lazily. “don’t make me tie down this one too.” his wanting was punctuated by adding another finger inside you, and you cried out at the feverish pace.
“god, peter, please!” there it was. his name. he didn’t even have to tell you to say it this time. he wondered if that sullied the illusion of the spider-man roleplay, but you didn’t seem to mind too much. your back arching off the table. he could feel you clenching around him like a vice, but you were so wet he was able to maintain his cadence.
his voice dripped with false sympathy, “you gonna come, baby? c’mon, angel, are you?” he demands your answer, and you can only nod, your face contorted in rapture. that was his cue to slow down, which made your frustrated noises all the more satisfying, attempting to grab at his wrist in order to fuck yourself. that earned you complete denial, and he slipped his hand out from you, leaving your pussy throbbing, dripping all over your kitchen table.
“you’re being so mean,”
“you like it.” he rounded the table and drew your free arm to him, successfully webbing it down to match your other restraint. like a bitch in heat, you reflexively moved to dip your head over the edge of the table, opening your mouth as you eyed his pants. you were asking to suck him off. the act was so devious, he gave in immediately, hooking his thumb in the hem of his pants and freeing himself, his other hand tangling in your hair to help guide his leaking cock to your mouth. he would never admit how much he loves this position. watching your straining throat, the vibrations of your grateful hum around his cock, your tits bouncing with each of his movements that made him lean over to clutch one of them, earning another one of your moans. he exhaled, finding it much harder to compose himself, “you are so damn good at that,” he crooned as your tongue swirled around him just how you knew he liked. when you gagged he pulled out to let you catch your breath, a string of his precum mixed with your saliva connecting your mouth and his cock. as soon as you reached for him again, he obliged, and to show his appreciation, his fingers returned to your neglected sex, filthy sounds pouring from the both of you. it was music to his ears.
you needed more, and once he noticed your change in pace, he took it as his hint to move on. panting, you looked up at him with such a drunken content face, once perfect makeup smudged, he felt like coming all over it. your tongue came out to lick your lips and he wished he could kiss you. a second he lingered, but got a hold of himself, ripping apart his webbing entrapping your arms like string. his hand at the back of your head aided in helping you up. “i know you said you would edge me more but can we do that after we—“ you started, stepping onto a chair while he circled the table, pulling you up from the surface so you could safely walk down. immediately, you were in his arms again.
“after we fuck? yes.” he finished for you, and by his tone it seems your little ploy of getting his dick in your mouth again worked its endless wonders once more in getting what you wanted. you grinned, and kissed him over his mask to his surprise. he felt your lips mold into his through the thin fabric, and he figured this was good enough, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass in desperation. thinking of everything he could do to you on his day off. out of instinct, he began to part his lips to play your tongue with his but had to stop himself when there was a barrier.
once your lips detached, you were free to say, “where do you want me?” but you already had an idea. it was confirmed when he whipped you around, bending you over the table again. you laughed breathlessly, your tits squished underneath you, feeling the coldness of the wood. it was obvious this was one of his favorites when you wore heels because now your entrance lined up perfectly with his—
“i’ve missed you so fucking much,” he confessed, unable to wait any longer to plunge his aching cock into your silken folds. it was too much to bear, causing you to clutch onto the table in delicious pain. he was so big it hurt in all the right ways, sliding against every inch of the inside of you. you were so wet, it allowed him freedom in his pace, your hole loosening in order to accommodate him. you rocked back into him with his thrusts to meet him, his hands on your hips providing a support. you moaned his name, causing him to reach forward and push your head down onto the table, your cheek resting against it. you whimpered as he continued fucking into you with reckless abandon. clearly, he did miss you. and you missed him so dearly. your fingers weren’t as long as his, your dildo was nothing compared to him. this scene he’s created as been so enjoyably rare, you loved every second of him taking control this time, taking what he wanted.
you couldn’t answer him, instead greedily taking what he was giving you, he praised you, “i love this pussy, baby, you’re taking me so good. i love filling you. you’re so hot bouncing on my cock like this,” it made you work harder, fucking yourself back onto him, and getting more force from him in return. the pace was unimaginable, you were screaming with his thrust. his tip repeatedly kissing your cervix in a way that made your toes curl and your legs shake. that coil in your core was back and worse than ever, making you beg.
“don’t stop, please, whatever you do, peter, don’t stop,” you ordered, tears seeping from your eyes onto the table as you closed in on finishing. he couldn’t help but squeeze one more position out of you before that happened, guiding your back to him by your hair, sending pleasant tingles shooting down your spine as he blew your back out. his hand enclosed itself around your throat as the new angle reinvented your idea of pleasure, a chain of screams emitting from you. everytime he did this to you, he made sure you could never close your mouth.
“you like that, baby? how do i feel?” holding the ability to speak over your head would be cruel, if you couldn’t hear how close he really was in his voice. his movements were becoming more erratic, and he couldn’t keep himself quiet either. the position he had you in gave you a front row seat to his breath on your ear, and gift wrapping his whines in perfect packaging that had you reeling.
“so good, spider-man, you feel so fucking good.” he had such an exploitable kink for his superhero name, keening himself in a way that caused you to moan loudly, “i love hearing you, baby,” he listened to you, letting every sound spill from his lips.
“you close? i can feel you. i can hear your heartbeat, smell you. tell me.” he spoke over the sopping sounds of your pussy and the snapping of his hips against your ass.
“i am, yes i am, i’m gonna come,” you admitted, the last word resounding in a pitchy whimper, making him groan.
“do it, c’mon, baby, come all over me,” his hand attached to the arm around your middle moved down in order to rub circles into your clit that made you tremble in his arms. you didn’t have to be told twice to let go, feeling the warmth of you drip down your thighs. to get him to stop putting too much pressure on your clit, you had to put his hand over his, waiting for him to follow your lead and come inside you. he fucked your wetness back into you with fervor, tensing up and no longer keeping pace. his eyes squeezed shut behind his mask, and you felt his seed flood inside of you as he let it go, moaning in relief. it trailed down your thighs along with your own. his forehead fell onto your shoulder as he moved until he was too sensitive.
“spider-man,” you say in surprise, “you’re so dirty for a super-hero,” he chuckled at that, pulling himself out of you and ripping his mask up off his face, revealing his familiar face and his grin. he was so happy to see you, and when you faced him fully he took you up in his arms. you were at a loss to how he still had energy to pick you up, and you squealed.
“c’mon, let’s go take a shower,” he threw you over his shoulder and you cried out again.
“peter!”
“what? we should really clean up so i can get started on that edging i promised you.” he told you, your hands at the base of his torso to keep yourself up. you eyed the back of his head.
“my friend is going to be here any minute, and i have to return that dress.”
your friend knocked, and after a second, you opened it wearing an oversized t-shirt. “hey, hon!” you greeted, and she took note of your appearance. disheveled hair, frizzy with knots in your curls. black makeup smudged under your eyes, running down your cheeks. if you had thought to fix it before opening the door, you would’ve.
“rough night?” she asked slyly, her meaning shining through with her mischievous glance.
your eyes widened, and you sheepishly muttered, “you could say that.” you handed her the dress. “thanks again.” she handed you your simpson’s t-shirt.
“no problem, sweets.” your friend replied, tossing the dress onto her shoulder like dishrag and waved good-bye. you closed the door, pressing your back against it with a sigh of relief. you heard the shower running, and pete’s voice calling for you.
