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blooming-violets · 7 months ago

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The Exhibit

[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader]

Warnings: use of pet names such as Daddy/Princess/Babygirl, BDSM in the form of dom/sub, bondage/spanking/blindfolds/nipple clamps/a bit of masochism, anal play, exhibitionism/voyeurism

WC: 8K

A/N: This was an anon request for window smut off of this prompt list but tumblr said a big no no to (what I'm assuming) was one of the gifs I used for the graphic and hid the post so I had to delete it. I'm reposting it again minus the very bad so naughty terrible gif I used. Porn bots can run free and terrorize the tags with their tits and wide open pussy on display but how dare a smut writer use a tastefully erotic, black and white, gif of a blurry couple making sweet, sweet love against a far away window. So naughty. Such a bad girl.

The elevator chimed with a pleasant musical melody as the doors slid open to their floor. There were only four rooms in this hallway. Behind each door held a luxury suit overlooking the busy streets of Florence.

Peter had gone all out for their honeymoon.

They’d spent the last week in Sardinia, making love on the beaches, drinking wine, making love on sailboats, drinking more wine, making love in their hotel room in the early morning with the windows open to enjoy the breeze…more wine…more sex…

They were struggling to keep their hands off of each other. Even now, as Peter guided her towards their room, his hand was slipped under her vibrantly red sundress and fingering the elastic waist of her cotton underwear.

They left the beaches of Sardinia to come to Florence specifically to see the art but she wondered if they would ever actually make it out of their room with the way Peter’s hands teased her. She was surprised that he wasn’t sick of her yet. Seven straight days of love making and he was still as rowdy as ever.

He let her admire the suite, watching her as he leaned against the wall, more interested in eying her legs in that dress than the luxury accommodations he had provided for them.

“Peter,” she whispered, eyes wide as she took it all in. “This is gorgeous.”

Their beachside Sardina resort had a more airy and cool feel whereas this room screamed of sophistication and class. She knew Peter had been working like crazy leading up to their wedding but she had no idea this was why.

“Like it?” He asked with an arrogant smirk toying at his lips. “A room fit for a queen.”

She dropped her bag beside the bed and kicked off her shoes, flopping backwards onto the bed to stare up at the arched ceiling with thick, exposed wooden beams. Even the ceiling was stunning.

She felt the bed sink as Peter crawled on top of her.

His white, loose button up had the first few buttons undone so his athletic chest peeked through. She loved the sight of his chest hair being exposed. He looked so relaxed, laid back, and blissful with life. Filled with wine, good food, and love. The perfect blend of medicine for him to simply shine.

He placed a soft kiss against her lips, humming appreciatively, “You look sleepy, babe. Why don’t you take a nap while I unpack our things. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”

A nap sounded wonderful after traveling between hotels. She rolled onto her side. It was warm enough that she didn’t need to snuggle under the covers. Peter ran his hands up her bare leg and slipped under her sundress to take one last squeeze of her ass before she slept.

She awoke to light kisses tickling her stomach. Peter was laid over her legs, her dress rolled up under her breasts so he could let his lips roam over her belly.

She stretched, a sleepy smile growing on her face, as she peered down at him.

“What time is it?” She mumbled through the lingering sleep.

“Time to wake up and play,” he said. He blew a raspberry on her belly with his mouth, making her laugh. “It’s about 4 in the afternoon. You slept all morning. I missed you too much to let you keep sleeping. Wake up and play with me. I’m bored.”

He had his shirt completely unbuttoned and was stripped down to his boxers to get more comfortable while he lounged around waiting for her.

Judging by the state of his hair, he looked like he might have gotten in an hour or so of sleep, too.

“Alright, alright,” she giggled. “I’m up. Let me go freshen up and then we can go explore the city.”

Peter pulled her up to her feet and gave her a quick spank as she walked off into the bathroom. That man always needed to have a hand on her ass in some way.

By the time she came back out, she was surprised to see that he had yet to get dressed and had actually lost an item of clothing.

His shirt was now thrown onto the bed, cast aside without a care.

“Underwear is a bold choice to go walking around Italy in but I admire your confidence,” she said with a teasing smile.

Peter didn’t smile back. He had a look in eyes. A look that she knew very well.

It wasn’t the “making love” look.

It wasn’t the “quickie” look.

It was dark, ravenous, and screaming of dominance.

He had yet to give her that look on their honeymoon. So far, he'd been more playful and loving. This evening, he had other plans.

They were not leaving this hotel room any time soon.

A shiver of excitement shook off whatever sleep might have still been clinging to her mind.

She blinked and he was pouncing on top of her.

Her back hit the wall but his hand slipped protectively behind her head before it slammed, instead, falling into the cushion of his palm.

Her breath exhaled from her lips at the force but, before she could catch it, he was attacking her lips with hungry, demanding kisses. His tongue pushed possessively into her mouth at the same time he slid a hand over her breast to fondle her over her dress.

Taking what was his.

“‘Can’t stand the sight of you in this dress.”

He moaned into her open mouth.

“Makes me want to rip it straight off your body.”

He grabbed at her breasts, aggressive and horny, rutting his hips against her.

“Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you while you slept?”

Her hair was being violently pulled, head crashing against the wall, her mouth falling open into a cry.

“Laying there, all innocent, legs spread open and begging for me to touch them.”

He clawed down her bare legs. Nails dragged against her skin. Feeling like she was getting attacked by a raging bear with the force of power behind each of his movements.

“Teasing me even in your sleep. A foxy, little minx, aren’t you?”

She shuddered, lowering her voice to a whisper, ready to play along, “I picked this dress just for you. I knew what it would do to you.”

He grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head against the wall, and holding them in place. He let out a groan, grinding his stiff cock into her thigh.

“Daddy knew his babygirl was a little tease.”

A trickle of wetness soaked into her panties at the use of her favorite pet name for himself.

What had started out as a joke early in their relationship, quickly became a genuine kink to turn them on.

With that name on his lips, she could guess what kind of torture was held in store for her. It was going to be a dizzying whirlwind of fast, hard pleasure.

Peter’s voice lowered to a near growl.

“Pretty, little thing like you shouldn’t be traipsing around in a dress like that. You don’t know who might snatch you up.”

With both her wrists bound tightly in his one hand, he lifted her off the ground, dragging her up the wall, blatantly showing off his inhuman strength so she knew exactly what he could do to her if he wanted.

To him, she weighed nothing. This was a man who had stopped moving trucks with his bare hands and thrown cars around like a kid with a ball.

He let go and she dropped the few inches back to her feet with a surprised yelp.

“You’re lucky you have me to protect you. Daddy won’t let anything bad happen to his little princess, will he?”

She was shoved straight back against the wall, getting off on the feeling of being handled so roughly.

He nipped at her ear lobe, sucking it into mouth the sounds of her tumbling whimpers.

“Do you like to show off when you wear dresses like this? Do you like having men look at you? Do you like that they imaging fucking you when you walk by?”

“I only want you to fuck me. Only you,” she whined, trying to free her hands from the hold he had on her.

“Of course I’m the only who will ever fuck you, princess.”

He tugged her hand back down to flash her newly placed wedding ring in front of her face.

“That right there means that my cock is the only one that will ever split you open again. But that doesn’t mean others can’t look. People have eyes. They can see what I’ve got hanging off my arm.”

He brushed her hair away from her neck so he could lean down to graze his lips along her pulse points, murmuring against her heated skin as he continued to taunt her with his words.

“How do you expect anyone to keep their thoughts pure when you’re walking around in this?” He pulled at the bottom of her sundress. “You’re putting on a show for them, babygirl.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she cried. “It's hot out! I wanted to stay cool.”

Strong arms twisted her around so she was facing the wall, cheek shoved against the rough wallpaper. The force knocked the air from her lungs.

He bent both her arms behind her back and a strong, sticky substance shot out to bind them in place. She knew the feel of those webs well and a smile danced on her lips.

She loved being bound.

The pressure of being restrained was like a tiny slice of heaven.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when you show off, princess.”

He flipped up the back of her dress to palm at her rounded cheek, giving it a harsh slap to the sounds of her delicious yelp.

“Do you look at other men, too, when they’re looking at you? Do you imagine yourself with them?”

She gasped in horror at the thought, “Of course not! I would never!”

No other man could ever compare to her husband. Not even in the game they were playing. There was always only Peter.

He hummed like he disapproved of her answer, “Well…just to be certain...I think we need to make sure you can’t let those eyes wander.”

Something smooth slipped over her eyes, leaving her in the darkness, while he tied the blindfold tightly behind her head.

Leather.

She smelled leather.

She couldn’t remember them ever owning a leather blindfold before. It must have been something Peter picked up when they arrived here but she couldn’t recall a time when he left her sight.

She liked how heavy it felt against her eyelids. There was no way she could peek through this one.

“There,” he whispered. “Perfect. Blind to my advances. Lost in the dark. Never knowing when or where I will touch.”

He gripped her hips and spun her back around to face him.

A wave of dizziness over took her and she swayed on unsteady, bare feet.

“Careful, babe,” he whispered with a tenderness to his voice, breaking his haughty charade, and reaching out a hand to steady her. “I got you.”

Peter teased a finger under her chin, leaning down, to kiss her again. Soft and gentle, filled with the love and joy only a newly married man on his honeymoon could give.

A coil of tension spread throughout her stomach as she melted into him.

Her mouth opened to willingly accept his tongue past her worshiped lips to kiss him with all the passion she could muster with her hands bound behind her.

Peter’s own hands couldn’t stay still for long before they began to wander.

He squeezed her breasts through her dress, molding them to his palm, and rutting his hips into her.

She moaned, long and drawn out, leaning her head back against the wall so he could attach his lips to her neck. He sucked on her pulse points like a vampire draining blood and she wished he had fangs so she could feel the sting of pain as he sank into her flesh.

And then he was gone.

She stumbled forward, nearly losing her footing without him to push against.

Her head whipped around in the dark to try and find him through sound.

It was useless.

He was as silent as a spider.

“Look at the sight of you,” he chuckled, his voice dark and deep, dripping with desire. From the sound of his voice, he was across the room near the window.

“You have no idea what you look like right now, do you? Don’t fret, I’ll describe it for you.

He was moving. Pacing back and forth down the length of the room against the far wall.

“The strap of your dress is halfway down your arm. The nipple of your left tit keeps poking over the fabric, desperate to be sucked upon. Your hair is already a damn mess and I’ve barely touched it. Your mouth keeps parting like it’s just waiting for a cock to fill it up. A horny little thing, aren’t you?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, only getting more turned by his descriptions. “Peter. Come back. Touch me.”

“That’s not my name, princess,” he shot back.

His voice sounded different now, like he was up on the ceiling.

“Daddy,” she begged, craning her blind head upwards toward the sound. “Touch me, Daddy.”

He gave a quiet laugh, “Come get me then.”

He was back on the floor. In a different corner by the bed. Jumping around the room. Silent. With only his voice to guide her.

She took an unsteady step forward, blindfolded with her hands bound behind her. She didn’t know this hotel room very well. He knew that.

Which was why he kept moving. Teasing her. Making her work for his love.

She kept inching ahead, little by little.

“Tick tock, princess. Daddy doesn’t have all day.”

Behind her.

She gasped, whirling around, stumbling back the way she came only to find nothing but air.

With another step, her body bounced against the wall he had pinned her to and she staggered backwards.

She tried to spin back to the way she started but was getting all turned around.

He laughed at her pitiful efforts.

In front of her again.

Near the windows.

Or maybe the beds?

Was he at the door?

She was spinning in circles. Getting disoriented.

This wasn’t a fair game and she was getting frustrated. Her foot stomped angrily against the rug with a grumpy whine to accompany it.

“Is my poor princess getting dizzy?”

She had half the thought to plop herself onto the floor and stay there until he came to her.

But she didn’t want to lose the game.

She was too stubborn to give up.

“Watch out,” he warned. Still by the window. At least…she thought that was the direction she was facing. “If you move any more, you’ll run straight into the side of a table. Wouldn’t want my baby girl to get hurt.”

The table. She remembered where that was in the room.

He was by the windows. He was close.

Excitement tumbled around in her stomach as she tasted her nearing victory.

She shuffled to the left, feeling the table at her hip, and kept going towards the last place she heard his voice.

Blind and bound until she heard his soft breaths directly in front of her, thankful that he hadn’t moved again.

“Good girl, you made it,” he whispered. A soft kiss was placed on her lips as a prize. “As a special reward, Daddy’s going to take your dress off, okay, baby? He’ll be really gentle even though he wants to rip it to shreds.”

She felt him snake an arm around her waist to rip through the webs binding her wrists. She immediately went to reach for him but he slapped her hands away.

“Hands at your side or else I’ll spank you,” he ordered. “I’m taking my time. I’m in Florence. I’m here to admire the art. Don’t rush me.”

The zipper at her side slowly inched down until it rested at her hip.

His big, warm hands slipped under her straps, fingers scraping along her shoulder, as he pushed them down her arms. His head fell down to kiss her shoulder, dragging his lips across her heated skin.

Her breasts held the dress up but the moment he gave a light tug to the bottom, it yielded quickly and pooled around her ankles on the floor.

His shuddered breath told her that he was enjoying the view. Bare chested, nipples taut, and in nothing but her underwear and blindfold.

The underwear didn’t last long.

Peter slid them down straight after the dress until she was completely nude.

“More beautiful than The Birth of Venus. We should put you in a frame and have tourists come to gaze upon that instead. Maybe I should dangle you from the wall…all tied up with nowhere to go…I’ll start my own museum right here since you love to be such a tease. I’ll put you on display and have everyone see the kind of beauty I married.”

She was surprised to feel a wave of appreciative tears dampening her lashes. There was genuine love and admiration behind his words.

Married. They were married. Finally.

Her husband.

She loved that she got to call him that now.

Cool air breezed against her throbbing clitoris, halting the tears, to remind her how horny he had made her before she was chasing him around the room. She was too hot and eager to think about where that breeze was coming from. Drunk on her love for him. She bucked her hips to try and find some kind of friction for her to grind on.

She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them back and forth.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Peter teased. “Need a hand?”

“Please,” she gasped.

“Hmm,” he pretended to think about it.

She wished she could see him.

She hated that he was so close but she couldn’t see exactly where.

“I don’t know. With the way you were strutting around in that dress, showing off to the boys, I don’t know if you deserve my touch. Maybe you deserve to be punished instead? What do you think?”

He didn’t wait for any answer.

Thwip!

Her left wrist was encased in a sticky, impenetrable substance and she jumped in surprise.

She was yanked forward until she felt the cool breeze against her bare chest.

The wind was softly blowing.

She could feel it rustling through her hair and dragging up the goosebumps along her flesh.

For the first time, she questioned exactly where in the room she was.

Why did it feel like outside when they were inside?

“Pete?” Her voice wavered. “What are you-”

Her arm was dragged out to her side and lifted high above her head as she gave a yelp of fright.

“Not my name, princess,” he chastised from up on the ceiling above her.

Thwip!

The same treatment was done to her right arm until she was bound, outstretched, and helpless.

Her fingers wrapped around the thick web, holding onto it for purchase, as her toes just barely scraped along the floor.

Peter chuckled to himself in amusement at her struggles, the sound coming from the ground behind her.

Always so damn silent.

“You look like a sexier version of Jesus on the crucifix. I want to drive nails through those dainty little hands of yours and listen as you cry out for mercy.”

If her eyes weren’t confined under heavy leather, she would have rolled them in response to his dirty talk.

“That sounds very appealing. Thank you,” her voice was dry and full of sarcasm, refusing to take him seriously.

Slap!

Her entire body jerked forward from the force of his blow against her ass.

Strong. Stinging.

Done with direct intention to cause pain.

Punishing her for the sarcasm.

She shrieked, mostly from the shock than the hurt, but immediately felt a trickle of wetness run down her thigh.

“Won’t you be a good girl and remind me of my favorite rule?”

His hand spread out over the stinging, hot skin of her cheek, giving her swift, hard pats to make sure the pain didn’t disappear too quickly as he spoke.

She shivered under his touch, “Don’t talk back to Daddy. Ever.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Next time use that pretty, little brain of yours and think before you speak.”

Her hair was tangled in his large hand as he shook her head back and forth to further his point.

“Otherwise, I’ll be forced to ball gag you.”

Fingers slipped between her thighs.

She parted her legs the best she could for him to get better access to her core.

A squelching of wet, soaked squishing sounds followed as two long fingers sunk inside of her.

A low, deep moan of approval rumbled out his throat at the sounds.

“You are absolutely drenched, my little whore. Something tells me you liked the pain. Maybe you were using that brain after all. Did you like it when Daddy spanks his naughty girl?”

Her tumbling whines followed as nimble, expert fingers stroked at her pussy, drowning out any worded response she might give.

Coaxing her to life.

Waking up all her senses.

She tried her best to hold her legs open for him despite feeling unsteady in her web binds. She wanted him to give her as much pleasure as he could and that meant letting him have easy access.

“Does my baby like the pain?” He asked again, running the hand not buried inside of her against her still stinging ass cheek. “Come on, I asked you a question, use your words, pretty girl.”

“Mmm, yes, Daddy. I like it. I like it!”

Smack!

She yelped, throwing her head back as waves of arousal washed over her. The pain from the spank mixed with the pleasure of his touch was enough for another gush of fluids to soak into his hand.

“Look at how hard your nipples have gotten,” he gave a dreamy sigh. “Oh wait, you can’t. My sweet, blind baby. All lost in the dark with nothing to look at.”

Her breathing was becoming ragged in her ears. Her body swayed against the webs.

Knowing hands wrapped around her stomach, leaving the warmth of her cunt, much to her displeasure.

They trailed upwards, through the valley of her breasts, until they gripped around her neck.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp.

“Guess where I went today?” His voice was nothing more than a low, darkening whisper.

She couldn’t respond. His hand had tightened around her, softly squeezing, using a mere feather touch of his strength but still able to restrict her air flow.

“While my princess was napping, Daddy slipped out to buy you some presents. Found myself a little sex shop. You would have loved it,” he mused. “They had vending machines full of toys. Picked myself up a few fun gadgets to play with.”

He released his hand from around her neck, never wanting to hold her there for too long, and admired the way she gasped for breath.

Fingers tweaked at her nipples. He hadn’t been lying before, they really were rock hard. She could feel how tight they were from his rough menstruations.

She could hear him rummaging around behind her when something cold dragged across her breasts.

“Deep breath, princess.”

Following his warning, the cold, grooved metal clamped down over her left nipple.

She let out a genuine cry, her back arching from the pain.

It gripped her tighter than his teeth ever had, dragging her nipple out from her body, and squeezing down painfully hard.

The groves made it feel like little razors digging into her sensitive flesh.

Peter huffed out a laugh in a sadistic amusement at her reaction, “You know, when the woman running the store saw these come out of the vending machine, she looked over with a nod and said something like ‘molto doloroso’. Now, I don’t speak much Italian but I’m going to assume it translates to ‘Those hurt like a bitch and your pain whore of a wife will love them.’ Am I right?”

She choked out a sob, squirming uncomfortably against the webs, “Ow. It hurts…too much…hate ‘em.”

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s another one right here! It’ll help balance out the pain so both those beautiful tits get a turn.”

Another agonizing clamp bit down against her other nipple. The sharp, grooved metal felt like it might rip her nipple straight off her breast.

The nipple clamps they had at home were capped with a smooth rubber. These were bare and ready to grip on to her tender skin with the strength of a fucking bear trap.

She let out a full scream the moment it bit down, thrashing her body in an attempt to get away from the clamps. Crocodile tears rolled down her cheek from under the blindfold.

“Shh, shh, shh!”

A heavy hand cut off her cries by wrapping around her mouth. His breath was against her ear, hushing her, soothing her, running his lips over her forehead with quick kisses.

“Not so loud, baby,” he whispered. “You’ll draw a crowd with those cries.”

“What?” She gasped through heavy, pained breaths. “Crowds?”

Peter’s hands reached up to slide the blindfold up off her eyes and tossed it onto the floor.

He took a step to the side, watching her blink in confusion, as her tear blurred sight came back into focus.

She had forgotten about the breeze.

He had distracted her.

Kept her mind occupied so she wouldn’t ask questions.

She was tied up, stark naked, and splayed out directly in front of the arched floor to ceiling window overlooking the streets of Florence.

The top half of the glass was pushed open, letting in the cool evening summer breeze, and making sure nothing muffled the sounds of her screams.

And she had been screaming.

“Peter!” She cried in horror, paranoid that anyone could look up and see her. They weren’t that high up in the hotel. Any curious person who decided to glance upwards would certainly catch her out in all her glory.

Wack!

The sound of her sore ass being slapped filled her ears.

Nothing could hurt more than her breasts at the moment and she welcomed the familiar pain his hands brought.

She also couldn’t deny that growing, aching pressure happening between her legs. Her masochistic tendencies had yet to fail her.

“Not my name,” he scolded.

She whined, bouncing her leg against the floor in protest, and trying to tug at her bindings.

“Let me down!”

She knew full well that those webs would never give but it didn’t stop her from giving it a shot.

He leaned against the wall beside the open window, arms crossed, a prideful smirk sitting on his smug face, watching her struggle.

“I told you I was going to put you on display.”

She never thought he meant it literally.

Tears burned in her eyes at the wave of shame at being so exposed.

At least the shock helped to dull the pain in her breasts.

She scanned the tight streets below and was thankful to see that no one was stopped and staring.

Yet.

Her watchful eyes followed Peter as he pushed off from the wall and moved behind her.

Breath caught in her throat as his fingers found a home back inside of her drenched pussy.

“Still as wet as ever, I see,” he noted. “You can cry and beg and plead all you want but Daddy knows the truth. He sees behind your tears.”

Slick fingers circled around her aching clit.

Toying with it.

Teasing her.

“You like being held up on a pedestal.”

A long, skinny middle finger sunk inside of her.

Her head rolled back. Eyes closed.

“You like people hearing you cum.”

His thumb on her clit.

Brushing. Stroking.

Building her pleasure.

“You like having others watch as your Daddy pleasures his princess.”

In and out.

Slowly penetrating her with his finger.

Tending dutifully to that tiny bundle of nerves.

“You like the pain.”

He flicked at her nipple clamps.

Sending shots of pain throughout her breasts.

Electrifying her.

Soothing it over with those wonderful ministrations at her pussy.

“You love me and you’ll let me do anything I want to your gorgeous body…isn’t that right?”

She whimpered.

Eyes closed tight.

Feeling that build of orgasmic pleasure rising.

“I love you,” she breathed back, tears in her eyes. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He practically purred in her ear.

Or maybe it was a growl.

Whatever it was, the noise caused her cunt to gush in reply.

He chucked, “That’s it baby, you’re so close. I can feel you tightening around my fingers. What do you say we give the people a show?”

He was gone.

Leaving her empty.

Dripping.

Pathetically whining and begging for a finish.

“Don’t worry, princess,” he called from the other end of the room. “Daddy bought some more toys. He’s going to treat his baby tonight.”

She listened to the zipping of a bag as he rustled through to find what he was looking for.

Her chest rose and fell in anticipation. Each breath brought back the dulling sting from her nipples. She tried to keep still, terrified more movement would draw attention upwards toward the window.

She gave a quiet shudder at the thought and tried to imagine what she would look like from down below.

The image brought a glint of a wicked smile to her lips.

Something small and chilly brushed against her back door and she yelped in surprise.

Slap!

“Hold still!” He scolded.

The sound of a bottle squirting caused her to try to careen her head around to see what he was doing behind her.

She managed to catch a glimpse of the butt plug he held in his hand.

It looked a bit bigger than the small one they used at home but had the same metal teardrop shape. A red jewel flattened out the end.

“Figured this was the next size up from your old friend. You leveled up from girlfriend to wife. Time to level up in other areas, too.”

Lube smeared over her tight hole as the cold, rounded point pushed against it.

Not even a warm up with his fingers first.

Peter really was in a dominant, pent up mood.

Her eyes slipped closed and her head fell back against her arched spine. She let out a deep breath, relaxing her body as much as she could, so it could slide in easier.

“Ah, ow,” she gasped, hissing in pain. “Oh, fuck.”

Slow and steady he sunk it into her.

He held it there, stopped in place, over the thickest part of the teardrop. Forcing her body to stretch to the foreign object.

She tried to control her whines from being too loud. Her thighs trembled under her. Her face contorted into pain and her jaw clenched.

More lube trickled down between her crack to help the little device along as Peter took note of her tensing body.

“There you go, baby,” he encouraged. “Nice and easy. Breathe through it.”

He teased it through her ass, pushing it in a little ways and pulling it back out, making her continue to take on the thickest part of the plug just to keep up to torture a bit longer.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Just put it in. Please.”

“Aww, does my sweet baby need her ass filled? You’re Daddy’s little fuck toy. Daddy’s going to have any hole he wants. You have no say in where he ends up.”

He refused to move it past the diameter, holding it steady.

“Did you happen to catch the color of that tacky, little jewel they stuck on the end?”

He pulled it back out.

Teasing just the tip.

Exciting the bundle of sensory nerves around her anus and making her wriggle around.

“Spider-Man red. Just for you.”

Finally, he eased the entire thing inside of her.

“Ahhh!” She wailed. “Fuck!”

Filling her up.

Swallowing the plug.

Feeling it heavy inside of her.

“So you’ll always remember who owns this ass.”

Smack!

His hand came down hard against her bruising cheek.

Ecstasy coursed through her veins at the sting.

She was so full. Stretched and heavy. Uncomfortably aroused.

An arm snaked up her own outstretched one to brush his fingers over her wedding ring, lacing his fingers with hers.

His bare chest pressed against her back, grinding his hips over her ass.

His face fell against her neck, inhaling her scent, nuzzling his nose against her.

“My beautiful wife,” he breathed. “All tied up. Horny for her husband. Put out on display for all of Florence to see.”

Fingers wrapped around her waist to dip through her pubic hair, finding her heated crevice, needy for his touch.

Palming. Flicking. Penetrating.

“Nipples clamped. Ass filled. My name, cursed forever on your lips. All you need now is a cock to fill that empty cunt.”

He fished it from the confines of his boxers.

Dragging it along her soaked valley.

Feeling it pulsate against her waiting lips.

“No!” She gasped, staring down at the people below.

She knew once he started to fuck her she couldn’t keep quiet. Her voice would soar out the open window and onto the people below.

They would look.

They would see her.

“What if-” Her breath quickened. “What if someone looks up? They’ll hear me. They’ll look. I know they will.”

She didn’t need to see his face to know Peter had a cheshire cat grin growing. The sound of his voice was enough to hear his rising libido.

“Then they’ll see a little princess fucking herself on her Daddy’s cock.”

The bulbous head of his thick rod pressed between her folds.

Sinking in.

Stretching her out.

He hesitated there. Stilling behind her.

“Go on, baby. Fuck yourself. Let everyone see what a whore you can be.”

She almost didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to give in. She could play games, too.

Her breath held in her lungs. Closing her eyes. Biting down on her bottom lip.

Peter waited.

The crown of his manhood nestled patiently in her pussy, being squeezed by her heated walls, kissed by her slick.

Letting her throw her silent tantrum.

She hung there, counting the seconds, fighting the urge to move, trying to breathe through her body’s desires.

Her legs were trembling. Her toes ached from holding her weight.

It would be so easy to just…ease back…impale herself on his sword…give up.

She could hear his labored breaths behind her. Smelled his cologne. Felt him twitching inside of her.

“Close the windows,” she struggled to whimper out through her held breaths. “Let’s go to the bed. Take me there. Fuck me there. I’ll let you do anything you want. Just…not…not in front of the window.”

Peter tutted his tongue, “Since when has Daddy ever let you make the demands, hmm?”

He reached his hands up to her shoulders and gave a gentle push, getting tired of her defiance, “When I tell you to fuck yourself, you fuck yourself. I’m not going to do it for you.”

Even the smallest of shoves from her shoulders was enough for her tiptoed feet to give out. She stumbled back, feeling his cock sink deeper.

She let out a strangled cry.

“No! On the bed. Bring to me to the bed!”

Her eyes were squeezed shut, refusing to see the window in front of them, torn between finding it extremely arousing and positively mortifying.

“I’m sorry, princess. The bed is for good girls. The bed is for well behaved women who don’t wear little dresses and shake their ass as they walk for all the men to stare at. The bed is for lovers.” His hand gripped around her hair and shoved her face towards the window. “The window is for whores who get off on pain and love the attention their Daddy gives them.”

His voice lowered into a commanding, deep tone, “Open your fucking eyes and look at your audience.”

She blinked through the flow of overly emotional tears clinging to her lashes and forced her eyes open.

People lined the tight, winding streets, walking lazily to their destination. Not one glanced up at them. Not one seemed to notice her out on display, front and center, above their heads. Peter was protected behind her body. She would be the one they see.

Framed by the window.

Art.

That’s what he called her earlier.

She was art and Peter, the artist.

Helpless to whatever ways he wanted to exhibit her

Little by little she sunk back onto his cock. Taking him into her. Eyes rolling back. Submitting to his demands until he bottomed out.

His chorus of pleased moans let her know he had won.

She let her body get used to him inside of her. Her pussy knew his cock well by now but she liked to reacquaint them carefully every time they would meet.

Peter was always a bit of a stretch.

With the girthier plug shoved in her ass, her arms bound and outstretched, and her nipples screaming in pain, she felt the need to move a little slower with her pussy today.

Gradual, small movements, easing herself up off his cock and then impaling herself back down.

Slow and steady.

She shifted on her toes, rocking her hips back and forth, taking him with longer and longer strides as her shameful whimpers grew into desperate cries.

“There you go,” he murmured, brushing her hair back off her shoulder to nip at her skin with his teeth. “Ride Daddy’s cock, babygirl. Show everyone how good you can take it.”

Her own slick coated his shaft, making it slip through her without resistance.

He stayed fairly still behind her apart from making sure his hips were pressed forward enough for her to have easy access to his body.

She was getting into a rhythm. Starting to get lost in the feelings.

But, the harder she fucked herself, the more her breasts would sway.

The more they moved, the more pain the clamps created as they bit down like they might cut clean through her flesh.

It was getting to the point where it might be too much pain for her to enjoy and ruining her momentum on his cock.

She hissed, biting down on her lip, trying to endure it the best she could manage.

Peter shifted behind her, bringing his lips to her ear, and whispering for reassurance, “Color?”

She swallowed, trying to decide exactly what she was feeling, “G-green?”

He stilled her by gripping onto her hips, keeping himself buried inside her warmth, but moving his head around in an attempt to better see her face.

“You sure? You don’t sound sure.”

She nodded, breathing heavily, “Almost yellow. Not quite though. But almost.”

“Which part?” He trailed loving kisses of safety along her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her sweetly from behind.

“The clamps.” When she saw his hands immediately move to take them off her, she hurried to add. “Not yet! I…still like them…but soon, okay?”

“Soon,” he agreed, giving her one more adoration infused kiss to her cheek, before slipping back into character. “Daddy never told his little princess to stop, did he?”

To shove her back into the role, he slapped her ass with three hard, lashing blows of his open palm.

Each slap caused her breasts to bounce, sending shooting shocks of pure, agonizing pain through her body and a rush of warmth to her cunt.

Pain and pleasure. Her favorite combination.

“Looks like the sweet little angel is getting quite the bruise back here. If you keep misbehaving, you won’t be able to sit down for our breakfast tomorrow. Then everyone will know what a bad, little whore you’ve been.”

She whined in response, bucking her hips backwards to find his cock again, needing more pleasure to balance out the scales.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

He soothed his hands over her shoulders, pushing her down, sinking her onto his length.

“My pain hungry baby.”

It wasn’t difficult to fall back into her previous rhythm. Her cunt was soaked and starving for its lover to come back home.

“Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Let those people down there know how much you love me. Be louder, princess. I want them to hear.”

She whimpered out a tiny cry.

Her motions grew frantic the more he continued to talk dirty in her ear.

That tiny cry grew into loud, unadulterated, guttural moans.

The sounds of a whore taking her favorite cock.

She struggled against the webs binding her. Her shoulders were starting to ache. Her arms were losing feeling.

Her body was stretched tight. Nipples crying. Ass sore. The weight of the plug was even more noticeable with his cock pushing in and out of her.

It felt like it was bouncing inside of her each time he pushed under it.

Her toes hurt from being hung up on such an unsteady height.

“Peter- Daddy,” she gasped. “Daddy, please…”

She didn’t know what she was asking for.

Some kind of relief.

Something steadier. Something more concrete.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.”

He reached around to her chest with both hands, simultaneously unclamping her nipples from their prison.

Fire erupted in its place as the blood rushed back.

A new kind of pain bloomed.

Searing and hot.

Her breasts were in flames.

She cried out. Loud and sharp.

At the same moment, Peter ripped her down from the webs, still embedded on his cock as he wrapped her up in tight arms and pushed her flat against the window.

Her hips pressed against the cool glass but her torso nearly bent out the opening.

Her anguished nipples happily sought out the cool breeze. Soothing over the sting. Settling her inflamed body. Not caring who looked up.

Peter gripped onto her hips so he could better ram into her. Her job was over. She had done what he wanted.

Now it was his turn to take over.

Her body surrendered to him.

“Ugnnn,” she whined. “Fuck!!”

Her hands clenched into fists against the glass. Her back arched.

Eyes wide.

Taking his thrusts with near drooling moans.

His rigid shaft drove into her, surging deep up inside, stretching her walls and drawing out the most luscious rumbles of pleasure.

His balls slapped up against her. The sound echoing around their vaulted ceiling.

Filling her. Stuffing her full.

Both holes used and defiled.

She couldn’t stop the noises she was making. Throaty moans, shrieking cries, babbling coos.

He was getting it all out of her.

Someone was watching. Looking at them. Spying them from down below.

A young couple.

“Daddy!” She sobbed. “They’re-”

“Shh,” he hushed her. “I know, baby. I see ‘em, too. They like what they see. They’re talkin’ about us. Enjoyin’ it.”

A broken cry fell from her lips and she stared down through her tears at the couple.

Her eye sight wasn’t the greatest. She couldn’t make out their faces very clearly but neither of them looked horrified.

They looked…giggly…

The woman was running her hand along her partner's arm. His hand disappeared behind her back and traveled down to her ass.

Harder and harder Peter slammed.

She was being ravaged by his strength. Losing the ability to make any noise.

Nothing but silent, open mouthed gasps and a raining of tears were all that came out.

“Too-” He grunted, crashing into her again. “Hard?”

Through a shuddering, gasping breath, she managed to choke out, “Don’t you fucking stop.”

As long as Peter was fucking her like this, he could do it any way he wanted. He could drag her out onto the streets and fuck her at that nosy couples feet if he pleased.

It was his art show. He held the control.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t pause.

His finger marks would be bruised into the soft flesh of her hips for the upcoming days with how tightly he gripped them.

She held eye contact with the watching woman down below. Stared straight at her. Sizing her up, silently challenging her to get as good a fuck from her partner as she was from Peter.

She wanted to make her jealous. Or horny.

Either was fine as long as the woman was thinking of her.

“Yes, Daddy!” She cried, loud enough for her voice to carry down below. “Feels so good! Making your little girl feel so good!”

She knew damn well Peter’s face was cast in the shadows behind her. The idea of this couple truely thinking she was being fucked by her own father made her laugh under her breath.

“Somethin’ funny, princess?” His voice was getting strained and she knew that meant he was getting closer to his release.

“Just enjoying my fans,” she gasped back. “They love what you’re doing.”

Her eyes were wild as she breathed in the fresh air.

She felt free.

She was married and in love. They were on their honeymoon in Italy.

She was getting absolutely pounded by her husband in full view of a watching, interested couple.

She should be embarrassed, ashamed.

But all she felt was bliss.

That plunging, relentless cock, massaging her channel, thick veins grazing over that tender g-spot whenever she angled her body correctly, the weight of the plug in her ass, her aching nipples…

Everything was pushing her straight towards her final hurdle.

Without much warning, it suddenly became all too much. No build up.

Just explosions.

A wave of ferocious, intense pleasure roared over her, sweeping her up, taking her by surprise.

She came hard and fast.

Sheiking. Crying out.

Thrashing against the window, leaning half way out of it, trying to gasp for air.

Peter grabbed at her hair to yank her back inside like he was terrified of losing her over the edge.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunted. “Where ya goin’?”

Her ears defended under the rush of blood swelling to her head but she was certain she was screaming in ecstasy from the way Peter’s hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her sounds.

She contracted tightly around his cock, squeezing him, using him to further her explosion of pleasure, still feeling the stinging pain of her breasts to only shove her deeper into subspace.

On and on her orgasm went. Unstoppable. As Peter kept driving into her and furiously rubbing his fingers over her clit.

He kept her heightened. Overloaded. Knowing that it would destroy her.

She had the brief sensation of feeling him cumming inside of her. Feeling the spurt of warmth. Feeling full.

But her agonizing long orgasm only served to weaken her rational thinking. She no longer existed. She was no longer on solid ground.

Floating. Drifting through space.

Lost amongst the stars.

Finally, her body gave up.

Finally, the orgasm came to a simmering hault.

She was done.

She hung limply against the window pane. Eyes rolling in her head. Twitching and whimpering.

Peter scooped her into his protective arms, cradling her against his chest, peering his face to see their onlookers.

“Shows over!” He called down to them. “Fuck off!”

Without his raging, pent up, sexual energy to seize control of his brain, he no longer liked the idea of anyone getting to view his naked wife besides him. His protective nature spiked to replace his dwindling arousal and he turned his back to the window to shield her with his body.

He carried her away from their stares back into the safety of privacy where she belonged.

She made no protests or struggles as their game finished. Her head hung limp against his shoulder.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured in her ear. She was being placed on their bed. “Daddy’s going to clean you up. Wait here.”

Time wasn’t real.

She blinked and he reappeared holding a warm, wet cloth to her legs.

Over her thighs.

Spreading her open.

Cupping it against her used and battered sex.

Gently cleaning away their mess.

“There,” he whispered. “All better.”

Peter crawled into bed in front of her, wrapping an arm over her waist and kissing at the tip of her nose.

Gradually, she returned to her body, her mind drifting slowly back into her skull.

“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Everything hurts. Think you broke me.”

He chuckled to himself, soothing a hand over an abused nipple, “Sweet girl. I’ll try to find you some ice in a minute. But, right now, I’m not leaving your side until you fully wake up. Rest, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

When she adjusted herself on the bed, sliding a leg through his, she took note of the fact that the plug was still snuggly lodged inside of her.

Their night was only just beginning.

He had left it there on purpose.

She kind of liked it.

Maybe she would wear it out to dinner…

#andrew garfield #tasm #the amazing spiderman #peter parker #tasm x reader #tasm fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #tasm peter #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter x reader fic #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader fic #spiderman #spiderman fic #the exhibit #blooming violets fic #blooming violets

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stveeharrington · 6 months ago

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dating peter parker hcs

nsfw! as well as fluff! • fem!reader

✲— peter who brings you flowers when you feel sick or on your period

✲— peter who helps you with homework

✲— peter who swings you anywhere you want at what ever time

✲— peter who texts you messages like this (I am to lazy to make a whole message thing)

Peter 💖

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peter 💖: HIIIIISKSJSJSKZJX

:hi peter

peter 💖:omg

peter 💖: what did I do

peter 💖: did I do something

peter 💖: I’m sorry if I did and ilysm ur the best thing that ever happened to me mwah

:Pete I js woke up I am not. trying to write in caps babe ilym tho

peter 💖: oh

peter 💖: okayyyyyy :)))))

✲— peter who sends random shit like

peter 💖: I miss u and your boobs

:PETER???

peter 💖:

:oh!

peter 💖: Open the door please I’m so hard it hurts

✲— peter who lovesssssss showing you off at anytime half of his instagram post are just you

✲— peter who begs to play Roblox with you and then rages if he gets killed

✲— peter who watch’s all the hunger games movies with you and then says josh hutcherson is his man crush

✲— peter who lovesssssss Taylor swift

✲— peter who lets you help make his webs

nsfw!!

✲— peter who sends you pictures of his dick when he is hard and the message attached is “miss you!! ☺️💕”

✲— peter who presses his hard on your ass and whispers the nasty things ever

✲— peter who begs to eat u out

✲— peter who fingers you infront of a mirror while u re read him ur study guide

✲— peter who fucks hard leaving you speechless and beg for more

✲— peter who calls you mamas only during sex

✲— peter who whispers sweet nothings into your ear even though he is literally destroying you like

- “so beautiful baby so beautiful”

- “like that? talk to me mamas”

-“pussy holding me so tight fuckk”

✲— peter who texts you the most randomness text about how much he wants to fuck you

Peter 💖

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peter 💖: baby please come over I need to fuck you so bad

peter 💖: *dick pic* baby I’m so hard please mamas

peter 💖: wanna fuck you so bad beautiful

: almost there baby give me 5 minutes

peter 💖: okay baby see you soonn

✲— peter who can literally go as many times as he wants which is the best thing ever

✲— peter who literally makes out with you while you moan his name into his mouth

✲— peter who fucks you in the spidey suit because you said it was hot once

#mcu peter parker #tom holland #spider man #steveeharrington #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fics #peter parker smut

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diorchids · 11 months ago

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MY TURN, SEJANUS PLINTH.

cw: est rel, fingering, praise kink, oral (f receiving)

nsfw ahead !

you had been teasing him all night. touching his cock under the table, whispering in his ear, he had to do something about it.

“i’m tired, i just wanna sleep, please?” you beg sejanus as he pulls the straps of your dress down, exposing your bra and bare stomach. “mm-mm,” sejanus shakes his head, “you wanted this, though.” he cradles your chin and caresses your pillowy lips with his thumb.

he pulls your dress down and off your legs, it's discarded in the corner of your room. he pulls you to the edge of your mattress, having a firm grip on your sore ankles. “open up,” he says into your ear, making you shiver. you open your legs almost instinctively. he pushes his thumb onto your wet, clothed pussy. you jolt as he rubs your clit in circles.

your quiet whimpers and moans make his pants tighten as he ruts against your mattress, quietly groaning. “m' gonna do you so good, okay? you wanted this.”

as he kneels in front of the bed, sejanus hooks his finger onto the hem of your underwear, pulling it off of your legs. your cunt dripping in pure arousal. sejanus groans at the sight of it, “mmm, so wet, all for me,” he declares.

he grips your thighs and licks a stripe onto your cunt, making you shiver in the process. “keep going, feelin’ so good.” you whine as your head falls back. he licks at your folds, ripping rabid moans out of you. he laps at your pussy like a madman, sticking his tongue deep into it.

he tightens his grip on your thighs as you try to instinctively pull away, you’re too sensitive.

“be still, doll, tastes so good.” his voice low, groaning words into your pussy.

his face is coated in your arousal, as he looks up at you with his brown eyes. he stands from the ground with his hand extended toward you. you sit up and stick your tongue out, moving forward as your warm mouth accompanies his long fingers licking and sucking around his fingers, you whimper around them.

“so good. feelin’ so good, doll,” he bites his red plush lips, making eye contact with you. he returns to your warmth and glides his wet, warm fingers along your cunt. his fingers plunge inside of you, going slow.

his pace quickens with his two fingers curling and prodding at that spongy spot. “feels good, hm? you like me inside of you? makin’ you feel so good, yeah?” rutting his needy hips against your mattress.

“s’ goo—od,” you moan and writhe under his spell. “feelin’ so good.” the familiar feeling of warmth trickles into your stomach as your pussy throbs, like you’re gonna cum.

sejanus laps at your puffy clit, smashing his long fingers right into your pussy. your abused cunt flutters under the harsh thrusts of him. “gonna cum— g— cum so hard f’ you.” sejanus looks up at you while still abusing your wet pussy. “pretty girl. you’re so beautiful, talk to me. let go, baby.”

he sped his movements in your cunt all the way up, and moving deeper inside of you. he sucks on your red, swollen clit.

your stomach flutters as you feel the need to release. sejanus slithers up to your ear, not removing his fingers, still slamming into you, to whisper, “just let go.”

you cum all around his fingers, it coating the blankets. your eyes roll back while you’re thrashing and twitching from the high. he taps your pussy a few times, earning a moan, more cum, and more pleasure for you.

“see? made you feel so good.” you manage to lift your neck up, cunt still spasming, softly. he catches you in a kiss before his thumb runs over your puffy lips, cooing in your ear.

“my turn?”

this is kinda bad bcs this is an old peter b parker fic that i made. i modified it for sejanus, though

if u want the peter one let me KNOWW

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writingdumpster · 2 years ago

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patience

pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, p in v, voyeurism (male), orgasm denial, bondage (webs), daddy! kink, fingering, praise, dacryphilia

summary: pure porn. went off with the dialogue i think. Peter ties you up and leaves you to watch while he takes care of himself.

word count: 2.1k

“Please, Peter.”

Peter had you webbed to the bed like a starfish. Your ankles were bound to the posts at the foot of the bed and your wrists to the headboard. You had a few pillows behind you so you were able to watch as Peter continued to move his fingers against your clit.

“Are you about to come?” Peter asked. You moaned incoherently. Peter slapped your thigh. “I said, are you about to come?”

“Yes! Please, Peter! Please, please, please, please,” you repeated desperately. He had already stolen your orgasm from you twice. You would have said anything to keep his hands on you. Peter didn’t care. He pulled his hands away. You wailed in agony, back arching away from the mattress as you tried to chase after Peter’s touch. “No, no! Please, no,” you whined.

“Patience, baby.” Peter stepped back and looked down at you from the foot of the bed. You cried out in disapproval and stared up at him longingly.

“Peter,” you whimpered. Your body convulsed, in shock from the denial.

“Get comfortable, kitten. I think I’m going to take care of myself for a little bit,” Peter said. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Your pussy was clenching wildly around nothing.

“Peter, please, I need to come!” You cried.

“You’re going to wait, sweetheart.” Peter’s voice was steady and warm. Peter took his boxers off. He grabbed the chair at your vanity and pulled it to the foot of your bed. He sat down on the chair with his legs spread open lazily. His eyes were raking up and down your body.

“Peter,” you whimpered. “What are you doing?” You asked. Peter took his cock in his hand. You watched as he spread the precum leaking out around the red tip of his cock.

“I’m taking care of myself,” Peter said.

“Peter, I need you!” You shouted, tears falling from your eyes. Your body was still convulsing, feeling the aftershocks of all the edging. Peter began slowly stroking up and down his long, thick cock.

“Need me? You’ve had me, baby. For almost an hour.” His voice was sweet. He was trying to seem innocent despite the cruelty he was showing you.

“But I need to come, Peter,” You whined. Your eyes were puffy from your tears. You had a pout decorating your lips as you continued to cry. Your body was burning with need. You were pulling at the webs around your wrists, wanting to touch yourself if Peter wouldn’t.

“Even if I touch you I’m not going to let you come yet, sweetheart,” he said. He pulled his hand off his cock and spit on it. He made a few more strokes, but stopped.

“Peter, it hurts!” You cried.

“Where’s the lube?” Peter asked, standing and going through his bedside drawer. You let out a childish whine when Peter ignored your complaints. Peter went over to your drawer, searching it for the lube as well.

“Please touch me,” you whimpered desperately. Peter walked over to the dresser and looked around. “I need you so bad, Pete.”

“I can’t find it,” Peter said, continuing to ignore your pleas.

“Peter,” you sniffled helplessly. “Please.” Peter looked over at you and smirked. He walked back towards you. You tried to straighten yourself up, hoping that he was going to touch you again. He leaned over the foot of the bed and reached towards your cunt. He ran his fingers through your opening, collecting your wetness on his hand. You moaned wildly.

“Thank you,” you gushed. Peter let out a dry laugh. He leaned away and started to sit back down on the chair. “Peter, what are you doing?” You asked in a panic. Peter rubbed your cum from his hand onto his cock.

“Couldn’t find the lube,” he said. He started stroking himself again. You whined in protest.

“Please,” you cried. “Please, I need more.” Your eyes were locked on Peter. He was a beautiful sight. His hair was fluffy in a way that made him cute. You would’ve been tempted to call it adorable but as your eyes kept moving down to see his naked body ‘adorable’ didn’t seem like the right word anymore. He looked like he was cut from marble, his toned abs tensing as he stroked himself. His cock was hard in his hand and it made your mouth water.

“You need more? You’ve had so much, and I’ve just been waiting, baby. Does that seem fair?” Peter asked as he continued to stroke himself. You shook your head.

“No,” you whimpered. “But you could fuck me,” you said. Peter chuckled.

“We’ll get to that, baby,” he said.

“Please,” you begged again. “I need you so bad.”

“I can see that pretty little pussy throbbing from here, kitten,” Peter called to you. You let out a little whimper. You knew he was right. You could feel your pulse between your legs.

“She needs you, Peter,” you said.

“Of course she does, she’s mine,” he said. Peter started stroking himself faster. He moaned quietly and threw his head back in pleasure.

“You don’t want to leave your pussy waiting anymore then do you, Petey?” You asked sweetly. Peter tilted his head in thought as he continued to stroke himself.

“Tell me what she wants,” he demanded.

“She wants you to make her come,” you told him.

“And how does she want me to do that?” He asked.

“With your cock, Peter. She wants you to fuck her,” you said. Peter smirked as he saw your cunt throbbing faster. You were writhing against the bed. He moved his hand to the tip of his cock, squeezing at the head as he stroked.

“How does she want me to fuck her?” He asked.

“Deep, Peter. She wants you to fill her all the way up, over and over again,” you told him. You continued pulling at the webs restraining you. Peter groaned as his hand slid around his thick cock. “She wants your cum,” you said. You felt like a whore, telling Peter about your pussy so graphically, but somehow you loved it.

“She does, huh?” Peter asked with a smirk. You nodded.

“Uh-huh,” you hummed at him. “She needs it so bad. She needs you to mark her up. Claim her as yours.” Peter stood at once and kicked the chair away.

“You’re filthy,” Peter spat. He climbed onto the bed and settled between your legs. He planted a hand beside your head to steady himself. He took his cock in his other hand and lined it up with your slit.

“Please,” you whimpered quietly, burning with anticipation. Peter slid into you in one stroke. You were wetter than you’d ever been before and your cunt made the most lewd squelching sound you had ever heard.

“Fuuck, baby,” Peter groaned as he felt your warmth envelop him. You moaned loudly, ecstatic that you were being given attention again.

“Thank you, Peter,” you gushed.

“This is where you belong, kitten. Wrapped around my cock,” Peter cooed down at you.

“Yeah, Pete. I was made to be yours,” you moaned. Peter started deep and slow at first, the same way he always did. That’s not what you wanted though. You started to thrust your hips up against Peter to try and get a faster rhythm. Peter grabbed your hip with one hand and pushed you down against the mattress, pinning you down firmly. He kept himself buried in you, but stilled his hips.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked. His voice was soft and sweet, but you felt embarrassed to answer.

“Trying to go faster,” you admitted shyly.

“Why didn’t you ask me, baby?” He nudged his nose against yours so you had to meet his eye.

“I thought you would say ‘no,’ daddy,” you told him. Peter chuckled darkly. He knew what you were doing. He loved when you called him daddy, and you knew it. You used it as your weapon against him when he was teasing you.

“Well, why don’t you ask me?” He pushed. You smiled hopefully.

“Will you please fuck me faster, daddy?” You begged.

“Not yet, kitten. Not yet.” He kept his hand on your hips but started to slowly move his hips again, rolling them as he moved. The tip of his cock rubbed against the special spot inside you that only Peter had ever been able to find.

“Ooooooh, Peterrr!” You screamed. You thrust your hips upwards, but Peter was plenty strong enough to keep you in place.

“Right there? Is that the spot?” Peter taunted.

“Yes, Peter! Please! Harder! Faster! Anything!” You pleaded helplessly. Tears were streaming down your face as you cried out for him. Peter seemed to sense that you were nearing the end of your rope. He moved his hand from your hip to your cheek, pushing the sweaty hairs away from your face and cupping your cheek in his hand.

“Shh. Shh,” Peter hushed you. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he cooed. Your chest was heaving.

“Please,” you whimpered quietly.

“I heard you, baby,” Peter cooed. “I’ll give you whatever you want now. I’ve had my fun.” You hummed happily.

“Kiss?” You requested sweetly. Peter smirked.

“You’re precious, y’know that?” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You mewled as he kissed you, basking in the soft affection he was giving you. You sighed in satisfaction as he leaned away.

“What do you want next, baby?” He asked.

“To come,” you whimpered. Peter smiled. He ran his finger down your cheek.

“Do you care how, sweetheart?” You shook your head.

“Uh-uh. Just want you to make me come,” you pleaded. Peter nodded. He started moving his hips again, finding the spot that made you fall apart with ease. Peter sped up his movements, pushing you further towards your orgasm. You were clenching uncontrollably around Peter’s cock. He let out a broken gasp when you tightened down on him during a particularly deep thrust.

“Fuck, y/n,” Peter groaned. You whined at the sound of your name on his lips. He reached down between your bodies to push his thumb over your clit. He started rubbing it back and forth furiously while hammering into you. He was losing his composure, on the brink of his own orgasm when you screamed out in pleasure.

“Oh my god, Peter!” You wailed. As soon as Peter knew you were coming he let himself go as well.

“Unngh, shit, kitten,” Peter groaned as he emptied himself into you. His cum filled you up. You felt the warmth filling your womb and you moaned blissfully. He grunted as he caught his breath.

“Thank you, Peter,” you whispered. Peter laughed softly.

“You’re so sweet.” He leaned down and kissed you. He gently pulled out of you, pulling a tiny whimper from you at the emptiness. He carefully climbed off the bed, going to remove the webs from your wrists and ankles. He disposed of them quickly and then scooped you up, cradling you in his arms on your bed. You rubbed your cheek against his chest like a kitten seeking attention–the habit that had earned you your nickname.

“You alright, love?” Peter whispered against your hair. He kissed the crown of your head. Peter’s hand was gently rubbing up and down your thigh, your legs thrown across his lap.

“I’m okay,” you said.

“Not too much, kitten?” He asked.

“No, Pete. It was good,” you said.

“You did really good for me, baby. You’re always such a good girl,” he told you. You smiled.

“I like being good for you, Peter,” you gushed. “Always want to be your good girl.”

“You are, sweetheart. Always good,” Peter said. You cuddled into his chest, your arms snaking around his neck. You yawned and closed your eyes. Peter had tired you out. He laid down, pulling you against his body.

“I love you, Peter,” you whispered as you drifted off to sleep. Peter smiled to himself. He kissed your forehead.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered. Peter stayed awake, reveling in the feeling of you against his body. He adored you in every way. He would take any moment he had with you to focus solely on you. Even when you weren’t with him his mind was on you. You were unavoidable for him. Whether in his mind or in his arms, he always wanted you there. When he did finally drift off to sleep you were in his dreams too.

#tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker smut #tasm!spider man smut #tasm!spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #spider man x reader #spider man smut #peter parker x reader smut #spider man x reader smut

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 13

Day Thirteen: Begging (Peter B Parker x Reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, Switch!reader, Switch!Peter, P!inV!, Unprotected sex, couch sex, orgasm denial , cheesy fluffy stuff,

Minors DNI

Words:671

“Please baby I need you…” Peter Mumbles in to her ear as they lay on her couch watching Golden Girls re-runs on TV.

“I’m watching, Hun.” She smiles and plays with his hair, his head on her chest.

“C’mon…Please I really, really, Really need you!” Peter pouts at her putting his chin on her sternum just above her breasts, he gives her the biggest most pathetic puppy dog eyes. She sighs.

“You’re too cute, it’s over powering my ability to resist!” she says jokingly with a smile as she leans in to kiss him softly, to which he immediately responds, their lips moving together in well-rehearsed choreography, the adventures of the four friends living in Miami beach forgotton as they get lost in each other. Peter’s hands running through her hair, holding the back of her head as he kissed her, his bulge getting harder in his sweatpants and he started to grind on her leg. She chuckles slightly.

“Ooh Honey, getting eager there aren’t we?” She asked in a teasing voice breaking the kiss for just a moment. Peter lets out a soft whine.

“Baby, Please.” He begs as he nibbles gently on her bottom lip. She chuckles slightly.

“That’s it, Beg for it Peter…” She croons at him as she lifts her knee to nudge at his hard bulge, causing his cock to twitch.

“Please, Baby please. I want you so, so very bad.” He whimpers as her rolls his hips on her propped up knee, trying to create friction to satisfy his need.

“Oh Honey, you need it so bad huh?” Hey baby voice tone making him feel like hes pathetic, but it also turns him on immensely. He nods enthusiastically. She smiles as wiggles out of her pajama shorts and panties, her own arousal already evident on her glistening pussy. Peter pulls his length out of his sweat pants and lines up with her entrance, sliding the head of his dick through her slick a couple of times before pressing into her, letting out a breathy moan.

“Thank you baby, Oh fuck, Thank you baby.” He murmurs in her ear as he positions himself comfortably between her legs, moving with at a steady tempo. Her own soft moans joining his as she clings to his shirt. Their fore heads touching as they move together. The two of them panting out as the laugh track continues to play in the background.

“That’s good Peter, Right there Honey… nph.” She babbles as he hits just the right spot deep inside her. Over and over and over. Her eyes start to roll back, she’s nearly there and… he stops. Her eyes snaps open and she looks at him, the mischievous look in his eyes.

“Ah, ah, ah. Beg for it baby.” Peter smirks as he takes control of the situation, moving slowly inside her, tempting and teasing her.

“Fuck. Peter please. I need to cum Honey please.” She whimpers. He leans over to her ear nibbling on the soft flesh.

“How badly baby? How bad do you need to cum?” He whispers loving how easily he had turned the tables on her.

“So Bad Pete, very, very, very bad, please Peter. Please.” She clings to his t-shirt, bucking her hips into him.

“mmmm that’s a good girl.” He growls and snaps his hips into hers speeding up, his hand reaching down, his fingers rubbing her clit in quick circular motions. A sharp cry leaves her lips as she feels her climax wrack her body as he chases his own, her tight walls clamping down on him as his spend releases into her. Their foreheads touching again as they catch their breath.

“I love you.” He says before softly kissing her

“I love you too.” She smiles at him. They pull their pants back on and Peter lays his head back on her chest as they resume watching.

“Rose: Where are you going?

Dorothy: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide in the car” They both chuckle.

Kinktober masterlist

#atsv #across the spiderverse #peter b parker #spiderman smut #spiderverse #into the spider verse #itsv #peter b parker x reader #beg #switch #fluffy #kinktober #fawktober2023 #marvel #marvel smut

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thecitysgraveyard · 1 year ago

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okokok hear me out

youre staying at peter b’s place and you’re showering and forgot to bring in a towel and he’s got that fluffy pink robe hanging on the back of the door that looks so warm and cozy and probably smells like him you just cant resist putting it on. it’s so comfy, it’s so him that you fall asleep in it, and you only wake up when you hear a thud in the doorway of his bedroom, wear he trips over his own two feet at the sight of you in his clothing.

“hey…” you smile sleepily, almost making childish grabby hands to get him to curl up in bed next to you. “i forgot a towel, i hope you don’t mind that i used-“

and he’s on you before you could even finish your sentence, kissing you out of your tired state. his hands rise under the fabric, erratically kissing and touching and kissing and touching until he pulls away with furrowed brows and says, “wait. can i fuck you in this or will you get too hot?” (because he is a gentleman)

you compromise by untying the robe so the skin on your front has room to breathe as he’s fucking you into the mattress, completely out of his mind murmuring how cute you look in his clothes and how he doesn’t want to see you wearing anyone else’s, how pink is your color, how he’s gonna give it to you because he’s honest to god never seen a prettier sight than you in his beloved bathrobe.

shit thats so good and don't mind my random ramblings under this, i got a bit carried away you could say :>

peter wants to breed you with his child while you're wearing his robe, nobody is going to fight me on that

he wants to breed you.

actually he needs to breed you.

and he says "fuck, you like it when I breed you don't ya?" and "beg f'me pretty girl" he says all of this with the smuggest grin ever

he loves to see you beg and cry for his cock

seeing you pregnant with his child makes him go feral, he'd fuck for hours and hours on end just to see you pregnant with his child

he plays with your folds and then your clit

doing that he soon makes you squirt and then he's like "do it again otherwise I wont let you come for a week"

when you're being bad he slaps your pussy and forces you to cum

but he still loves you and you'll always be his good girl <3

taglist

peter b. parker tag - @dweffairy

#kurt's fics #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker smut #peter b parker x f!reader #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x reader x miguel o'hara #peter b parker x y/n #spiderman smut #<3

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eldritchmint · 1 month ago

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LMAO THAT POOR WOMAN

is cletus the same guy from the last movie?? what happened to that stupid curly red wig???

venom is such an artist

"now what do you think?" "i think im pablo picasso" "NO"

LMAO W EDDIE BROCK AND VENOM, THEY'RE ALL SO PISSED

why is there chickens???

im loving this romantic comedy

THE DIRECTOR IS ANDY SERKIS???

damn she's getting married, atleast dan is a pretty good guy

venom being understanding that eddie is hurting...

who tf is this cletus guy?? also that animated sequence is so fucking cool

eddie has daddy issues? how the fuck does cletus even know all this??

oh no

COUPLES FIGHT

SI VENOM OMPONG

venom is totally the type to key their ex's car

that transition from the inmates cheering to the sudden typhoon is so bad

omg this is the party scene

FREE TO BE WHO WE BE, venom is a queer poc confirmed, if the first movie didn't prove that enough

HE MISSES EDDIE 😭

oh he's definitely gonna die, if he was the one who shot her

why is his hair like that, his whole hair and fit is so shit

oh yeah i forgot about the sound frequency thing, how are they gonna be together lol

WHY ARE ALL OF THE GUY HAIRCUTS SO BAD???

anne is literally the best character here, she can do no wrong

"those two need serious couples counseling" you said it dan

VENOM YOU PUSSY

DAN COMING IN CLUTCH

why is she suddenly saying its too much??

eating your own offspring, that's cool

YEAH VENOM, FUCK THAT GUY

NOW THE FBI GUY TOO?? HOW???

their toes in the sand... nice

THEY LOVE EACHOTHER, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE VENOM 3 TOMORROW

EMINEM IS ALSO IN THE ENDING SONG OF VENOM 2???? WHY IS HE ISN'T IN VENOM 3

WHY IS PETER PARKER THERE ( I DON'T CARE THAT VENOM IS A SPIDER-MAN CHARACTER I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT TOM HOLLAND'S SPIDER-MAN AND IM NEVER WATCHING IT)

#venom let there be carnage #venom 2 #minty movie rambles #minty's halloween binge

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sincericida · 1 year ago

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ANDREW GARFIELD

at the Valentino Womenswear Spring/Summer 2024 show as part of Paris Fashion Week on October 01, 2023 in Paris, France.

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 25- Sex Pollen

Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 2.8k

Warnings-smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, mutual pining, friends to lovers, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare, fluff, feelings

Notes- This is my longest kinktober by far but it’s also one of my personal favorites! I originally looked for a soft prompt for him, but then I saw sex pollen and said YES! A little more unexpected! Enjoy! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

To say up to date on when I post, follow my update blog too and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates. Reblogs highly appreciated!

Peter let out a deep breath as he collapsed into his little apartment through the window. His Spiderman suit stuck to his skin as he sweated more than usual, and he quickly peeled it off with a huff. It should have been a simple “run out and catch the bad guy” evening, but said bad guy had something up his sleeve. While in the heat of battle, Peter got stuck with something and suddenly felt loopy and disoriented. The enemy cackled and took the opportunity to flee. While he normally could have gone after him, the way his mind swam and blood raced made him turn around and go back home.

“What the hell?” Peter whispered to himself as the room spun around him. It was unusual for anything to affect him like this, and it made him worry; something was off. His skin burned and his blood boiled… and his cock was rock hard. “Maybe a cold shower,” he muttered to himself as he stumbled into the bathroom.

The moment the cool water hit his skin, Peter exhaled deeply. Before getting in, he made sure to save the needle that stuck his skin so he could examine it later, but suddenly, that was the last thing on his mind. Just as Peter got himself to relax, he heard his apartment door unlock and open and your voice echoed through the small space.

“Peter?” you called out, “You here?” you dropped the key he gave you and made your way into his tiny bedroom, “Still in the shower, Pete? Did you forget again?”

Peter called your name as he nearly tripped getting out of the shower. As he listened to you, his cock stiffened more and he felt like it was guiding his movements. Before he knew it, Peter stood in the doorway of his bathroom, dripping wet, naked and rock hard as his gaze burned into you. He breathed heavily as he stared at the way your mouth dropped open and you spun around in embarrassment.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean…” you shielded your eyes as your heart pounded in your chest, “It’s game night,” your voice sounded meek, “I’ll wait on the couch til you’re ready.”

“Wait,” Peter darted across the room in a blink and grabbed onto your wrist, “I need you,” his tone was low as he cock twitched and his skin felt like it was on fire. He had no idea what came over him, but he guessed it had something to do with whatever he was hit with.

“Pete…” you gasped as you turned around and met his gaze, “Are you ok?” you asked as you noticed how red and hot his skin was. His jaw was clenched tighter than you had ever seen and there was a look in his eyes that was never there before. You had no idea what, but you knew instantly something was off.

Peter groaned your name as he yanked you forward and crashed your lips together in a heated kiss. You squealed against his lips, but you quickly relaxed into his touch. He was your best friend, but you couldn’t deny your growing feeling for him over the years. You never said anything though, too afraid of destroying your friendship to take that risk, so you pined from afar.

He let out a low, guttural sound that made your pussy throb as he pulled you flush against his naked body and guided you over to his bed. With what looked like no effort at all, Peter spun you around and pushed you onto the mattress. You looked up at him with wide eyes as you took in the sight of him naked… and hard, before you.

But Peter didn’t stand still for long, and he crawled on top of you with a groan of your name and took your lips with his again. There was a darkness in his eyes that would have frightened you if it were anyone else. But this was Peter… your Peter, and you trusted him not to hurt you even if you knew something was going on with him.

You moaned into his mouth as you lifted your arms and let him tug off your shirt. He broke away from the kiss for a moment just to lift it off in one swift motion, and as he did, you got a better look at his face. You gasped when you saw the feral look in his eyes, almost as if it wasn’t him behind them. And his face looked red, as if he spent too long in the sun.

“Pete…?” you whispered his name as you cupped his face. You wanted this for so long, but you also wanted to make sure he was ok.

Something about the tone of your voice made something snap within him. Peter shook his head and suddenly your soft, sweet Peter was back. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he realized he was naked… and on top of you, currently shirtless. He exclaimed your name but immediately followed it with a whimper.

“Push me away,” his voice was strained as his arms trembled on either side of you, as if he was physically holding himself back.

“What’s wrong, Peter? You can talk to me. Let me help you.”

“I can’t explain now,” he told you as he dropped his eyes down, “I got hit with something,” he took a breath, “And right now all I can think about is fucking you senseless.” Truthfully, Peter felt like he would explode if he didn’t fuck you then and there, but he always thoght of others first, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got hurt because of him.

All the breath felt like it was punched out of your gut. Emotions ran high as you processed the little bit he told you. You knew there was more to the story, but the urgency of the situation took precedence.

“So please,” he begged as he clenched his hands into fists. His hair fell onto his forehead and stuck there from the sweat, “Push me away… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tears filled the corners of your eyes and you reached up and cupped his face, “I’m not going anywhere,” your voice was soft yet firm.

“But…”

“Let me help you… Whatever this is, let me help you, Pete,” you sighed, “I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.” Besides… I want this.

Peter stilled as his eyes shot back up to meet yours. He thought he would find doubt in your face, but you held steady. Even not knowing anything about his situation, you were ready to do anything to help him… much like he would have done had this been the other way around. His cock strained between your bodies and suddenly that rush of extreme need pulsed through him again.

“Ok,” his tone was low, “But promise me…” he strained to speak through heavy breaths, “If you need to… Push me away… Lock me in here, knock me out, anything. Just make sure I never hurt you.”

“Alright,” you breathed.

With that, the darker Peter took over and he captured your lips with his once more. This time, the kiss was harsh, rough, deep, as if he dried to devour you through your mouth. You moaned softly as you felt his entire body weight over yours… and you were surprised how much of a comfort it was.

Peter growled into you as he reached down and clawed at your pants, eager to get them off of you. You lifted your hips for him so he could tug them down, breaking away from the kiss in the process. In just two hard tugs, Peter yanked them off along with your panties, leaving you just as bare as he was. A rush of embarrassment ran though you as you felt your own skin warm as well.

And the way Peter’s darkened eyes soaked you in only made the nerves fire up more.

“Fuck,” he whispered through gritted teeth as he covered his body with yours again.

Peter’s tongue dove into your mouth as he rocked his hips against yours. You moaned as you felt how hard he was against you, and the way he ravaged you went right to your cunt. Just as you were about to wrap your arms and legs around him, Peter shifted positions and kneeled himself between your open legs.

He groaned as he poked the tip of his cock against your entrance, and just that sensation made you cry out in pleasure. Neither of you recognized the noise he let out as he thrust himself into you more harshly than he normally would have. You screamed out as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dug into his skin as he filled you. Without much preparation, you felt a tinge of pain, but mostly you felt pleasure. It was pleasure because it was Peter… the man you trusted more than anyone and the man you wanted for so long.

Peter didn’t give you much time to adjust and within moments he thrust himself in and out of you. You cried out as you clung to him and let him fuck you. The bed creaked as he rocked his hips against yours in a fast, harsh pace. Vaguely, you wondered if whatever happened to him made him like this, but at the same time you couldn’t complain. It was rough and hard, yet it was amazing.

“Fuck…” Peter growled as he thrust into you faster, desperately chasing his climax.

After only a few minutes, Peter groaned and came hard inside you. You whimpered as you felt him spill into you and a shiver ran up your spine. Sweat lined your brow as you dropped your head back onto the mattress as he slowed his pace.

You let out a heavy sigh as you caressed his shoulders and thought he was finished, but you were wrong. Peter let out a noise of frustration and buried his face in the crook of your neck as you realized he still felt hard inside you. In fact, it almost felt like he was even harder than he started.

Peter bucked his hips against yours in an experimental thrust, and when you let out a moan, he was encouraged to keep going. He propped himself back up on his hands and pounded into you once more. You cried out as the harsh and heavy pace made your mind swim in pleasure. All you could do was cling to him as he thrust into you, and you loved it.

With your name on his lips and his darkened eyes trained on your face, Peter came again. His mouth dropped open as a higher moan escaped as he filled you even more. You whined as you dug your nails into his skin while he slowed his pace once more. But this time, even though he was still hard, Peter seemed more like himself.

You flashed a brief smile up at him, “Maybe one more will do it,” you whispered, “Keep going… I’m ok.”

The low grunt Peter let out made you clench around him and without another word, he thrust into you again. This time, however, Peter lowered himself onto you and wrapped his arms around you. He held you close as he pounded into you again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him right back.

“Shit… Sweetheart…” he moaned against your skin, “You’re amazing… You’re fucking amazing…”

“Peter…”

As you moaned loudly, Peter was spurred on even more and he picked up his pace. Skin slapped against skin as he rocked into you over and over again in an erratic and needy rhythm. You could tell he was chasing his high again, and you felt your own start to creep up. With the way he covered you and hit spots so deep inside you, you didn’t think you could last much longer yourself. And the way his hip bone hit your clit when he was fully inside you only made you scream louder.

“Fuck… Peter…”

“Baby…” was all he could say before his third climax took over him. Peter thrust into you hard and fast as he fell apart overtop of you. His strongest orgasm yet, Peter felt his seed spill out of you as he pumped even more inside. His body trembled as he fought to keep his rhythm; he felt you clench around his cock and he wanted you to cum too.

Peter soon got what he silently wished for and with just a few more thrusts you too came apart. You clawed at his back as your legs shook and you arched your back as you came around his cock. Peter gasped as he watched you ride out your high, and just the sight of you made him cum again.

Exhausted, Peter collapsed down on top of you with a huff. But, he was finally free of whatever venom pulsed through his veins, thanks to your help. He didn’t relax long, and suddenly his mind caught up to him and he pushed himself up to check on you.

“Hey,” Peter murmured your name, “Are you ok? Look at me.”

You didn’t even realize you closed your eyes, and when you opened them you saw your Peter’s face right in front of you, his brows furrowed in concern. The soreness and tiredness didn't even matter to you when he looked at you like that, and it made your heart skip a beat, “I’m fine,” you replied softly, “A little sore,” you laughed, “But ok.”

“I’m sorry,” he cupped your face, “Let me take care of you. Hang on.”

Before you could protest and ask him to just lay with you, Peter shot out of bed and grabbed a towel. He took such tender care in cleaning you up, first wiped your forehead before he dipped the towel between your legs and cleaned up the mess he made. Peter swallowed hard as he saw all of his cum dripping from your pussy and a fresh wave of heat ran through him.

“Pete? You ok?” you asked when you noticed the look on his face.

He looked up at you and smiled, “I’m good now,” he tossed the towel onto the floor and crawled back up to you, “Thanks to you,” he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the way he caressed you, “Anything for you, Pete,” you breathed as you looked into his eyes, “Although this was definitely not the way I imagined us fucking for the first time,” you joked to lighten the mood.

He raised his eyebrows, “So you’ve thought about it,” he smirked.

Suddenly, you felt nervous again, “Yeah…” you confessed shyly as you dropped your gaze down.

He reached out and cupped your chin to make you meet his eyes again, “I have too,” his voice was hushed and gentle.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, unsure what to say next. You had thousands of thoughts and questions on your mind, but you had no idea where to start, “So, what happens now?” you decided to start with that question.

Peter let out a defeated sigh, “I guess I have some explaining to do,” he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, “I’m Spiderman, I got hit with something that made me incredibly horny, I promise to make this up to you, I promise to protect you, and I’ve been in love with you for years,” his confessions spilled one after the other, “I’m gonna spend hours eating you out if you’ll let me.”

“Uhh,” your mind short circuited from all the information you now had to process, “Wow,” you sighed as you pulled back enough to look into Peter’s eyes, “That was… unexpected,” you were still as you ran through everything in your head, and Peter stayed quiet and let you work through it all, “I mean, fuck you’re Spiderman!” you let out a short laugh, “But more importantly,” you paused, “I've been in love with you for a long time too.”

Peter laughed through the tears that formed in his eyes and he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. This was slow, with no need to rush anymore. You leaned into the kiss and felt all the unspoken passions there, and you knew he felt yours as well.

“And I’m gonna take you up on your offer,” you smirked, “But I’ll need a raincheck… I’m too sore right now.”

The laugh Peter let out warmed your heart and he held you close as he settled you both down onto the bed, “Offer stands for whenever you need it… No expiration date.”

“How generous of you,” you giggled as you rested in his arms, “I’m glad I was here to help you though, Pete.”

“Me too,” he sighed, “I wouldn’t want it to have been anyone else,” he was about to say something else when you let out a soft snore in his arms. Peter kissed the top of your head and whispered, “Get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you now.”

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sonofarathorn · 2 years ago

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📱 phone sex with tasm!peter?

Dial Tones [p.p.]

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Phone Sex. Mutual Masturbation. Dirty Talk.

Summary: Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.

It starts innocently enough.

Peter’s studying in his room when he gets the text. Just two words, but the invitation in them really speaks a thousand.

You up?

A grin flits over his face. He’s grateful for the distraction, more than happy to turn his attention away from the list of equations on the page in front of him. In the last hour, they’ve begun swimming off the page at an alarming rate. A swirl of numbers, letters, symbols, each more confusing and infuriating than the last. Peter was just beginning to think he was going to chuck his book out the window if he didn’t take a break soon. An extreme reaction, maybe, but such was the effect of a 300 level biochemistry class.

So, he gladly takes the life raft you offer him.

Peter swipes the message open, and types out a one-handed reply: Yeah. Studying for Richard’s exam.

Gross. Comes the response, not 10 seconds later. And then. Need a distraction?

He chuckles. You’ve managed to read his mind from miles away.

Peter shifts in his chair, hunching over his phone. He’s not quite sure why he’s trying to hide. He lives in a single dorm, a lucky find for a freshman. Maybe old habits die hard.

Depends. What do you have in mind?

Why don’t you come over and find out?

His lips twist into a frown. It was twenty minutes past midnight, which normally wouldn’t stop him, but he had a test in less than 8 hours, and a 40 minute commute on top of that probably wouldn’t be the smartest decision.

Can’t. It’s too late.

Your loss. The message has a photo attached to it. Peter sucks in a breath when he opens it.

It’s poorly lit, almost secretive. The image of you angling the photo in the dark of your dorm room sends a bolt of electricity down his spine. A teasing shot of your shirt bunched around your hips, with your hand down the front of your sleep shorts. In the corner of the photo, the barest flash of lavender panties.

Peter’s tongue swipes over his lower lip.

Shit.

Change your mind?

I really can’t. My exam’s at 8 AM. I’d never get back on time.

My roommate’s out.

You’re really pulling out all the stops tonight, huh?

I just really miss you. Can you blame me?

Another photo. This one a clear shot of your panties hanging low on your hips.

Peter’s face warms. He scrubs a hand down his face.

Don’t you miss me? He can almost hear the seductive lilt in your voice.

The next image he receives nearly has him tugging on his shoes and hauling ass to the nearest subway station right then and there. Your panties off screen, fingers buried between your bare thighs.

Peter fumbles out a reply, grateful you can’t see how red his face is. Course I miss you honey. And after a beat. Are you touching yourself?

Yes.

And thinking of me?

Always.

“Fuck.” Peter exhales. His shorts grow uncomfortably tight. He fidgets in his seat, subconsciously palming his aching dick.

Good girl.

Wanna see?

Hell yeah.

The FaceTime alert shatters the quiet of his room, and startles Peter into action.

He answers the call, mouth dry. The phone’s camera is pointed at your pussy, giving him a perfect vantage point to watch two of your fingers swirl around your clit.

“P-Pete,” you whimper quietly.

“Ah shit, baby,” Peter whispers. His dick throbs almost painfully. “Look at you.”

You moan at his encouragement. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you. I want you so bad.”

“I see that.” Peter shoves his shorts down and spits into his palm. He wraps his fist around his dick and groans breathily.

“I’m so wet.”

And fuck he can hear it. The slick of your fingers slipping as you pleasure yourself. The little breathy whines low in his ear.

“You’re killing me, baby.” He murmurs. “I wish I could feel you.”

“Wish you were fucking me.” You reply, voice ragged. “Show me. I wanna see you jerk off.”

“Wanna see your face.”

“Count of three?” You ask, and Peter chuckles.

“Sure. One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

The cameras flip in unison. Peter’s breath catches at the needy look in your heavy-lidded eyes. The curve of your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You whimper, yes audibly whimper, at the curve of his dick. The pink head weeps with precum; the translucent pearls dribbling down the shaft.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Peter swallows thickly. “Pretend they’re mine.”

You do what he says. He can tell because your eyes close slightly and your breath hitches. “They don’t feel as good as yours.”

“I know, baby. My hand doesn’t feel as good as you either.” It’s a poor replacement for the real thing. “I’ll make it up to you.”

God, he wanted to be with you so badly. Curse Richards and this stupid exam. He wanted to be the cause of your growing moans. Wanted to hear you pant his name in his ear. Wanted to feel you wrapped tight around him, the slide of your skin on his.

“Tomorrow, as soon as I finish my exam I’m coming over,” he promises.

“Yeah?” Your voice is barely a whisper. “To do what?”

“Gonna get my mouth on you. Make you come with my tongue.” He bites his lower lip. Just the thought makes his stomach tighten. “Then with my fingers.”

“I love your fingers.”

“I know you do, honey.” Peter smirks. “That sound good to you?”

“As long as I get to blow you after.”

Peter tightens his jaw. “Baby, you can do whatever you want.”

“Can I ride you?”

It was one of your favorite positions, so that made it one of Peter’s as well. He liked to watch you. See the way your body rolled forward with each trust. Watch the furrow of your eyebrows when you got into a rhythm that really worked for you. Watch your breasts bounce, and your body shudder as you crested that blissful peak.

“Fuck, yeah.” He tilts his head back. “Shit, I’m close.”

“Me too.”

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Peter asks, a heady rasp in his voice.

“Uh huh. God.” You curse, eyes rolling back into your skull.

Peter’s hand moves a bit faster. “Nope, just me, baby. Want you to come all over your fingers, and I’ll come all over mine.”

He can barely keep hanging on anymore. The coil of warmth within him threatens to unravel.

“Ah.” You whimper as you fall apart. The sound strikes his ears like glass on stone. A beautiful tinkling.

Peter’s answering groan is broken. Guttural. The phone clatters to the floor, but he’s too far gone to care. He spills onto his hand, his thighs, his stomach. When he’s finally spent, he slumps back on the chair boneless. His hand searches aimlessly for his cellphone, fingers wrapping around it.

He’s greeted by your smiling face. “How’s that for a distraction?”

“Perfect.” He pulls his shirt off and cleans himself up.

“How much longer do you think you’ll stay up studying?”

“Another hour maybe.” He tosses the balled shirt towards his laundry basket. It lands on the floor a few inches away.

You yawn, stretching out on your bed. “Don’t stay up too late. You don’t want to oversleep and miss your exam.”

Peter knocks on the wood of his desk. “I’ll set two alarms.”

“Let me know how it goes, okay?”

“I will.” He rests his chin on his hand and grins at you. “Thanks for the photos.”

You wipe a hand over your tired eyes. “Anytime. Night, Peter.”

“G’night.” Peter ends the call, reluctant to begin studying again.

This time, the equations manage to stay on the page for much longer, and by the time Peter finally shuts his textbook for the night, he's feeling much more confident.

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jeezlouiisee · 3 years ago

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Good Girl

Peter Parker(TASM)xReader

Warnings: Graphic Content 18+ ONLY, praise kink, web play, dirty talk, light choking, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap it up folks), spidey-sense play. I might’ve missed more.

This is my first time posting smut on here and i hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much @justnotforbread for proofreading this and for submitting this ask!

Fic under the cut.

It’s been a week. A week since she found out that her boyfriend, Peter Parker, was Spider-Man. Spider-Man! It was a pretty big shock for her and she hasn’t spoken to him since. Sure she felt bad but she needed time to think about things. Especially the fact he could get hurt or that she was constantly switching between Spider-Man AND Peter during her masturbation sessions. She agreed to see him today though, she could deal with her amazingly sweet and smart boyfriend being a vigilante with superpowers. Right?

She was currently pacing around her living room just waiting for Peter to show up. She glanced down at her phone, letting out a soft breath of nervousness. He should be here any minute. Instead knocking on the door like he normally did she heard a tapping on her window. She quickly ran over to it, unlocking it before opening it.

“What are you doing? Why are you coming through the window?” She frowned, taking a step back so he could come in. He quickly hopped in, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder.

“I wanted to show you how Spider-Man would come to your window.” He said a bit shyly. He was nervous about what she was going to say. Once he was fully inside she closed and then locked the window. Y/N took a deep breath, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Can I… can I see you in the suit?” She hadn’t seen him in it up close and personal like this and she was excited. Peter gave her a small look of confusion before quickly dropping his pack on the floor. He shook off his jacket then took his shirt off, before going to unbuckle his pants. She didn’t realize he’d be changing right in front of her but once his shirt was off she saw his suit. He was wearing it underneath his clothes. Once he got the last of his regular clothes and shoes off he grabbed his mask and put it on. Y/N looked at him, smiling a little as she stepped closer to him and put a hand on his chest.

“I think I’ll be good with dating Spider-Man too.” She teased which caused Peter to quickly take his mask off, giving her a large grin.

“Yeah? You think so?” Peter wrapped his arms around her. She nodded and wrapped one arm around his neck while the other rested on his chest. Peter leaned down a bit so he could plant a soft kiss on her lips. At first it was sweet and a bit gentle but somewhere along the way one of Peter's hands moved to her neck, gripping it firmly as he slid his tongue into her mouth. There was always something about kissing Peter that got her panties wet so quickly. Peter's hand quickly found its way to tangle in her hair. He gave it a hard yank to get access so he could kiss down her neck. Y/N let out a tiny whimper, clearing her throat to distract Peter away from the noise but Peter knew how much she liked it, not from her sound though.

“Mm Y/N your pussy is fucking drench Princess, soaking your panties already and all I’ve done is kiss you?” Peter smirked, raising an eyebrow as he slowly moved one hand to cup her center. Y/Ns eyes went wide, she wasn’t used to this Peter. This Peter wasn’t so dirty. She liked it.

“H-How… How can you tell?” She didn’t understand how he knew, she didn’t think she smelt that bad. Did she?

“I have this… sense. My hearing and sight are heightened. I can sense danger and… I have an amazing sense of smell now. Which you could say makes me amazing.” Peter chuckled as he started to walk her back to the couch.

“Oh so you’re the Amazing Spider-Man?” Y/N teased before falling back onto the couch.

“Come show me how amazing you are then.” She said defiantly. Peter raised an eyebrow and quickly moved between her legs, not even bothering to pull her leggings down. He simply ripped them at the seam, he groaned at the sight.

“I told you my good girl was drenched.” He praised, rubbing his glove-covered thumb gently over her wet spot. Y/N let out a small whimper, one hand gripping the couch. She loved those leggings but this was worth the loss. Peter rubbed right over her clit through her pants, adding a bit of pressure as he looked up at her.

“Such a good girl you know that? I love how responsive you are.” He praised, leaning down to nip at her leg as he rubbed her clit in circle 8s. She let out a squeak at his bite but her legs twitched when he started rubbing her clit.

“Try to keep those legs still okay, Y/N?” He looked up at her with stern eyes. She quickly nodded and put her hands on her thighs to hold them apart. This Peter had a dirty mouth on him, plus he was a bit more rougher with her and she adored it. He grinned at how quickly she obeyed him, he snapped her panties off her and immediately slid two fingers into her. He groaned at the feel of her and bent down to lick her clit. The sudden attention caused Y/Ns legs to twitch even more, she tried to hold her legs still but she just couldn’t. Peter let out a small groan of annoyance and pulled away from her but kept his fingers inside her.

“Alright, Y/N. I warned you.” He sighed and with his free hand used his webs to press her legs into the couch. She jumped a bit at the feel of the wet webs on her skin but found it incredibly hot.

“I’m sorry.. you just make me feel so good..” She whispered, chewing down on her lip as she watched him curl his fingers inside her. He continued to thrust his fingers into her, smirking as he bent back down to gently such on her clit. Y/N laid her head back as she continued to moan softly at how he was making her feel before she suddenly felt a soft slap to her clit which made her jump and look at him.

“Peter! What was that for?” She gasped out, definitely liking how that felt.

“Eyes on me. I want to see that pretty face when I make it cum.” Peter smirked and went back to his ministrations. He continued for a few minutes before Y/N was a withering mess. She let out a loud cry of his name as she came.

“Peter!”

“Such a good girl, cumming all over my mouth. Do you think you’re ready for my cock, princess?” He tilted his head as slid his fingers that were inside her into his mouth.

“Fuck you taste so good.” He groaned out as he started to get out of the suit. Once he was out of it and grabbed a knife to gently cut the webs off her thighs before throwing it into the nearest trash can. He quickly pulled her to the edge of the couch, rocking his tip against her clit.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby?” He asked her as he positioned his tip to her entrance, she nodded quickly, her arms wrapping around his neck. Peter shook his head.

“I need your words, beautiful.”

“Please Pe- Spider-Man. I want your cock inside of me so badly.” Y/N begged, pulling gently at the hairs at the base of Peter's neck. He looked down at her, a huge grin plastering his face before sliding his entire length inside of her. She let out a gasp, her hands gripping his hair.

“Y-You’re always so big..”

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me and take it all anyway right baby?” Y/N quickly nodded, letting out a moan when Peter started to move. He started at an agonizingly slow pace which was torturous for her. She whined and scratched at his back.

“Peter, baby. Please.. I want it harder.”

Peter suddenly stood up, taking Y/N with him. He walked over to her wall, taking her hands and placing them above her head. He still had his web shooters on so he quickly covered her hands with webs to keep her still.

“Hmm does my pretty girl want my cock deep inside that tight cunt?” He put a hand around her throat, adding a bit of pressure but not too hard that she could breath.

“Yes please, I just want to cum all over your cock.” She didn’t like that he webbed her hands because she loved touching him. She’d just have to deal. He kept one hand around her throat while the other quickly wrapped her legs around his waist before settling on her hip. He gave her a large grin before he started to slam into her at a grueling pace. Y/N could tell he was definitely using his powers. She loved it. She dug her head into the crook of his neck as she tried to rock her hips to meet his thrusts but he was straining her hips so she couldn’t get much movement.

“Like this? Huh? Taking my cock so well princess. Such a good girl.” Peter whispered in her ear, nipping at the skin behind it. All she could do was simply nod, especially when Peter moved his hips at a different angle and he started to hit that perfect spot. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head, rutting her hips up quickly trying to get friction to her clit. Of course Peter knew what she wanted, he chuckled and moved his hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it softly in circles as he tightened the hand around her throat. Y/N’s mouth opened wide but no sound came out of it, her eyes staying rolled back into her head as she came. She clamped around Peter's cock, her legs squeezing his hips.

“Fuck yes, good girl cum on Spider-Man’s cock. Shit, squeeze me princess.” He hissed out, his hips fluttering a bit as he finished inside her. He kept his hips pressed against hers, making sure to coat deep into her walls. Peter laid his head against her shoulder, chuckling as he breathed heavily, letting go of her neck.

“Holy shit Peter. That was amazing.” She let out a laugh, pulling on his webs a bit trying to get out but of course she couldn’t. He chuckled himself and used his webs to grab the knife, carefully cutting the webs. He pulled her arms down and picked her up bridal style, carrying her to her room.

“You were too. Such a good girl for me, you know that?” He muttered and gently set her down on the bed, going to get a warm cloth to clean her up. It was the first time he had ever finished inside her but she was on birth control so they were sure it would be fine.

“I really like it when you call me that.” When Peter came back and started cleaning her up he grinned.

“I know. That’s why you’re such a good girl for me.”

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ssweetleaf · 3 years ago

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no need to whine, boy — p.p

♡ pairing — tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

♡ summary — pete gets terribly turned on from the mere act of eating you out, and cums before you can play with him.

♡ includes — sexual content (SMUT below the cut), slight sub!pete dynamics, cunnilingus, a hint of degradation (male rec)

a/n — it’s been ages since i posted, sorry!! i’ve changed my tense for this fic, just to see how i like it, but i hope it’s still enjoyable :D

ps, title is taken from an elastica song (stutter) pls listen to it, it’s really great!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Peter mouthed and suckled with utmost enthusiasm, his jaw slack, letting his tongue flick and swipe its way through your folds.

His lips tinged a dark pink — all puffy and glistening from his constant endeavour to make you cum and he sighed and whined against your cunt, completely dazed while he fluttered his lashes up at you.

“Hmph-” peter spoke, though his speech was muffled, so with shaky arms you pulled his head from your pulsing pussy, to which he whined and pressed his cheek against the plush of your thigh.

“Wan’ it so bad-” he mewled, drawing out those last syllables and he quickly drew a thumb to your clit to keep you stimulated. “makes me so hard- there’s nothin’ better than your pretty pussy— nothin’.”

Pete’s mouth latched upon you in quick succession, pink, puckered lips wrapping crudely around the peak of your clit and suckled at it — his tongue soon trailed along the length of your slit to gather the arousal that pooled there, lapping at it and gulping it down so greedily.

God, was he good at this.

Your gasps and cries filled the stuffy room, hips bucking into his face just to have him press his mouth even harder against you.

Pete was one to talk absolute nonsense all while devouring you like some forbidden fruit, babbling and crying muffled against your slick cunt — his own hips bucking fervently against the mattress below him (skin so sticky with his pre-cum, and the arousal that trickled down his chin).

“Mhm, so pretty-” he spoke before dipping the tip of his tongue in your hole, doe eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you clenched crudely around the pink appendage.

Pushing even farther, the tip of his tongue shallowly flicked against your spongy walls before thrusting his jaw with great desperation.

“love it so much—” his words were incredibly hard to make out, but his stuttering hips were evident from above (rutting his cock against the mattress, letting the crumpled sheets graze the sensitive flesh) and you cried and gasped out at his desperate licking and suckling.

“please cum f’me!-” he groaned, shaking his head from side to side in quick succession, your engorged clit pulsing against his tongue, incredibly close to the edge. “oh, please!”

Oh, he was begging for it! Even closer to cumming than you were, all because he couldn’t take his pretty eyes off you — the sight before him so delectably arousing, he just couldn’t suppress his pathetic little urges; his awfully desperate need to cum.

“Hm, who knew you were such a slut, pete?” You panted, fisting at the brown mess atop his head, tugging and pulling, just guiding his puckering lips ever so slightly. “fuck, m’gonna cum.”

Parker shook his head from side so side, rhythm and movements completely frantic, but aiding wonderfully as the pit in your stomach errupted — tummy filling with butterflies every time your clit pulsed.

He moaned against you, whimpering into your over-sensitive cunt, the bucking of his hips had slowed slightly, and faltered. His chest heaved, and his lazily lapped at the new-formed arousal courtesy of your lovely orgasm.

Peter was flushed and breathless — he had came too, the sheets now sticky and sopping, though the pretty, blissed-out look upon his face told you he didn’t plan on moving for a little while.

What a pretty thing.

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spideydreams00 · 3 years ago

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I’ll fuck you till you understand

SUMMARY: Peter is always the dom in bed, a tease and one day you had enough of the teasing + you had a bad day, what is better than to fuck the spider ling and reverse the roles, taking your frustration out on him

Switch! Peter x Switch! Reader

SMUT

She her pronouns used. (Reader has superpowers, (telekinesis)

WARNINGS: impact play, slight degradation, praise kink, bondage? Edging, overstimulation, dacryphillia

Enjoy 🌙

“Fuck You Peter”

You cried, he was rubbing tight and fast circles on your clit edging you and not letting you have any release, to be clear today wasn’t the best day to be a fucking tease, you had a fucked up day, you felt frustrated, stressed and now you were pissed at Peter, you just wanted to cum but the teasing was far from ending, your sweaty body and your aching cunt begging for release.

“Oh darling… it’ll be the one fucking you, trust me”

Cocky bitch you though.

You were tied up, legs spread wide while Peter was in between them.

“Just fuck me please!” You cried

Fuck, fuck, fuck, so so close to cumming.

“You’ll get it sweetheart… just wait a little longer”

His movements on your clit went faster getting you close to relief the relief you craved so much.

“Im close!” You cried

Then he stopped.

“N-No!” You cried again bucking your hips into his fingers needing the friction

He just chucked and smirked loving to get you all desperate for him

“Oh dove.. so fucking needy” he holds your hips down

“Fuck me!” You cried again

“You’ll have to beg”

“Im begging you to fuck me please!” His cocky and reckless behavior was pissing you right now more than any other day

“What if I want to keep teasing you darling? Huh? Wanna have you on edge”

“Don’t be mean please!.. p-please fuck me now!”

“What if I don’t?”

That made something snap in you, your eyes darkened and if he wasn’t going to give you what you needed, you’ll take it.

You used your powers to break free from the webs making Peter’s eyes widened leaving him froze mouth agape in shock, you’ve never used your powers in bed before.

“I fucking warned you” you growled and flipped him on his back

“Y-Y/n/n?” he said in a small voice.

You ignored his “question” and asked…

“Is this okay?” You growled again.

“Y-Yes” He was shocked and to be honest he was excited about this, not knowing that someone having control of his body could turn him on this much.

“Good” you said simply

You used your powers again to hold his hips down and pin his wrists to the bed, leaving him helpless.

“So much fucking teasing, don’t you think Parker?”

The way you said his name did something to him, never calling him by his last name.

“Answer me!”

“Y-Yes! I’m sorry Y/N- lemme- lemme touch you!”

He was utterly impressed by how easily he turned into a submissive boy in no more than 2 minutes, he was probably more impressed than you.

Again you ignored him

“Safe word?” You asked sitting on his bulge rocking back and fort slowly

“Huh-? Uh- R-Red”

“Alright”

With that your hand wrapped around his throat, you were going to take what you deserve and watching him fall apart in the process was just a bonus.

“Naughty boy… You think you can tease me?” You breathed out enjoying the feeling of the way your pussy was humping his covered cock.

“Im sorry-“ his sentence getting interrupted by his own moans

“I’ll make you feel sorry Peter”

You started to rock back and fort faster and harder making Peter’s head to roll back and close his eyes, pleasure consuming every bone in his body.

“F-Fuck!”

He looked down to where your pussy humped his clothed cock, his boxers now soaked by your arousal, because after all you were dripping.

“y/n/n im close!” He cried, his toes curling and abs contracting.

“You’re close huh? You’re gonna cream in your boxers like the pathetic boy you are?” You were out of breath but seeing him fall apart was a reminder for you to not close your eyes.

“Y-Yeah!” his eyes closed and his mouth fell agape

“Look at me!” You snapped him out of his trance and his glassy eyes struggled to open

“Yes thats it… cum, cum for me” you growled, your nails digging in his chest.

“Im cumming!” He cried. His whole body tensing and trying to buck up his hips, obviously he couldn’t do it, he spilled in his boxers, his cock twitching and desperately chanting your name. The burning feeling of your nails on his chest adding to his pleasure it made him feel dizzy.

He had a beautiful fucked up expression, his body was sweaty and he had a glow all over him, the faint blush creeping all over his body, the tear stained cheeks and his cries were something you’ve never seen on him but hopefully after this you’ll see it more often.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well” you cooed, stroking his hair while he panted

When he came down from his high you were still there comforting him, tracing his features with your fingers with gentle motions, his mouth opened to say something but closed again.

“You good bubs?” You asked leaning towards his face.

“Y-yeah… I feel so good” you giggled at this his eye lids fluttering, his whole persona glowing with the post orgasmic glow. His mind was still hazzy.

He tried to lean in again and capture your lips but you backed leaving him desperate a pout all over his face, only making you chuckle.

“So needy” you said

“F-Fuck y/n i just want a kiss” his puppy eyes almost convincing you to give in, but whatever he wants he has to beg for it.

“Im sure you do”

“D-don’t be mean!” He cried, a small sob coming from his mouth

You kissed him hard to shush him, it was full of passion a messy kiss, his brows furrowed in concentration, he wasn’t used to not use his hands while kissing you, he tried to deepen the kiss and he succeeded for 3 seconds before you pulled away, leaving both of you breathless.

“You’re gonna give me another one” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement.

“Huh?”

Before he could ask anything else you pulled down his sticky boxers and gripped his cock, making his breath caught in his throat.

“Y-Y/n” he croaked out

“Just one more”

“F-Fuck! I can’t- too sensit-ive”

“It’s okay baby we’ll go slow”

“O-kay”

You gripped his cock with a loose grip, enough to stimulate him and to have him on edge but not enough to make him cum.

“Faster please…” his voice small and weak

“No baby, you’ll take what i give you, do you understand?”

He nodded, completely under your control.

You used your other hand to massage his balls gently providing him more stimulation, his feet thrashing on the bed.

“Uh.. y/n/n im c-close again” he moaned as he closed his eyes

“Not yet honey” he whined, his previous orgasm triggering this one faster

“N-not gonna last long”

“Hold it.”

“B-but-“

“Hold it.”

He closed his eyes tightly trying to survive the sensation as his body tenses, your movements speeded up making him arch his back and his eyes rolled back.

“IM CUMMING!” He cried, he could taste his orgasm, the pleasure cursing through his body and before he could fall over the edge you moved your hand away, pinching his thigh.

“N-No!” He sobbed and cried softly as you giggled

“I-I was s-so close!” His cock twitched, angry and red leaking precum all over his stomach. To be honest you were fucking dripping and your clit begged to be touched, you wanted his swollen cock deep inside your pussy.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel so good” you whispered in his ear making him shiver

Before his mind could fully register what was happening you hovered over him and positioned yourself on top of his cock.

Your grabbed his cock and he hissed then you slapped his tip on your clit repeatedly making you let out a mewl and it made Peter whine loudly.

“Ready baby?” You asked and he nodded

He nodded and you pushed his tip inside you

He threw his head back in ecstasy, he was so so turned on, the fact that you’re using him like a fuck toy to provide pleasure to yourself, using him like some fancy dildo arouses him like nothing else in the world.

Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan squeezing him so so tight.

“Squeezing me just right!” He moaned

You were too lost in pleasure to hear him, his cock stroking your g-spot and you weren’t even moving yet.

“Gonna fuck that cocky attitude out of you” you whispered.

Peter moaned at your dirty words his toes curled again.

then you started riding him at a merciless peace, so fast, your butt smacking onto his thighs roughly making you cry out in pleasure

“Y/N!” His eyes widened, labored breaths coming out of him, you’ve never went this fast before.

You put you hands again on his chest pinching his nipple making him choke again, it gave you an idea, you wrapped your hand around his throat again while the other pinched his nipple.

“UH! So tight! And WET, AND AND WARM” He sobbed uncontrollably and you cried his name.

“I wanna- fucking slap you so- Fucking. HARD” you said between loud moans and cries, the frustration coming back again, reminding you how pissed you were at him for not letting you have what you wanted at the begging

“D-Do it!”

You didn’t need to be told twice, and your palm collided on his cheek making tears fall out from his eyes.

“YES!” His sobs were arousing you so much.

“IM SO CLOSE Y/N/N-“

Then you slapped him again

And again

And Again

His cheeks were red, eyes puffy from crying, his body was really tense.

Both of you were seeing stars, you were so close, then you started to rub fast circles over your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Peter I’m gonna cum!”

“YES!”

“MOMMY!” He screamed spilling deep inside you, again your peace never stopped.

You were so close, so so close

Then you let go of his wrists and his arms hug you tightly his face on your chest while you keep riding him as fast as you can.

You looked down to see Peter hugging you so tightly his arms around your waist, his eyes are rolled back and his mouth is agape.

Then you feel it, the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you screamed his name and collapsed on top of him, you stroked his hair with shaky hands both of you trying to catch your breath

5 minutes later you heard him sniffle, never letting go of your waist.

“That was the best thing that has ever happened t-to me” he said weakly, too tired from the overwhelming pleasure

“I- I agree” you whispered rubbing circles on his back.

“Was I too rough?” You asked hiding your face on his neck.

“No, it was perfect” he started to kiss your shoulders and you rubbed his cheeks soothingly.

Then you pulled out carefully, he was in awe as he watched his cum spill from your pussy

“Wanna take a bath sweetheart?” You asked kissing all over his face

“Y-yeah” he croaked out and you guys made your way towards the bathroom

“I love you Peter”

“I love you more Y/N”

“Not possible”

“Oh darling, that’s something you can’t win”

“Just accept I love you more Pete”

“No! I love you more”

“Okay” you agreed

“Yay!” He hugged you as both of you starred at your reflex in the mirror, you noticed the red handprints on his cheeks.

“Im so sorry Pete” You said guilty kissing his cheek and rubbing the other with your finger tips

“Hey hey hey, that was literally the sexiest thing ever, I really enjoyed that”

“I know but-“

“Don’t even doubt that I won’t be asking you for more slaps again”

“You kinky spider”

“You freaky little thing” he whispered and pulled you into a kiss.

After taking a quick shower, Peter made dinner and you changed the sheets, and after a good session of aftercare, Peter fell asleep on top of you, you not far behind him.

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