Peter Parker x Reader

Bondage(Kinktober Day 9)

A/N- All credit goes to the reysdriver writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Trying something new with Spiderman and his webs.

Warnings- 18+, Minors DNI -SMUT, inappropriate use of Spider-Man webs, fingering, oral (female receiving), mentions of hair pulling, bondage kink.

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"Is that too tight?" Peter asked you from across the room, from where he had just webbed your hands to the top of your bed frame.

"No." You responded honestly. "It's perfect."

He started making his way over to the bed, then paused once he sat next to you. "So you're sure?"

You sighed. "Of course."

"And you remember what to do if you want me to stop?"

"Yes, Peter." You sounded exasperated, because you were. Peter's always been too nice for his own good, it was why he became Spider-Man. But now, his big heart was getting in the way of your sexual experimentation and it was tiring.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I just worry a lot. I love you."

"I know you do, that's why I want to do this with you."

You both smiled at each other, and he dove in to kiss you. He did it slowly and sweetly, which you knew was because he didn't want to be too rough with you. That would change with enough convincing, but you just kissed him back the same for now.

As you two kept making out, Peter's hands moved farther and farther down your sundress. Even though you had been planning this for a few nights, you were just in normal clothes because despite Peter being a genius at most things, you didn't quite trust him to figure out lingerie with your hands tied up.

As his fingers reached the hem of your dress, he hooked his fingers around the sides of your underwear. Then, he pulled his lips off of yours and looked up at you.

"Still ready?" He asked.

You nodded. "I mean, I don't know how I'll fare without being able to pull on your hair, but..."

"Well, you could replace the hair pulling with something else. Maybe you could be as loud as you want now that I don't live with Aunt May anymore."

You smirked as he pulled your panties off of you. "I think I will try that."

He slowly slid his middle finger over your slit. "You're already wet." He commented.

"For you? Always."

He smiled, then leaned down again to press a little kiss to your clit. It started out short and sweet, then he kept going, heated and sloppy. You let out a moan, which encouraged him to keep going. His mouth movements kept getting more intense, and your breaths got heavier.

With enough reaction from you, Peter made the moment ever spicier by fitting a slender finger inside of you.

You made another sound, the lewdness of which rivalled only by the sound Peter's finger made when pumping his finger inside of you. He added another, and it just felt even better.

"You're still doing okay, babe?" He asked to confirm.

"So good, Pete." You replied breathily. "I'm almost there."

He smiled, then brought his mouth back to your heat to guide you to your climax. He kept going in the way he knew was your favourite, and even though you couldn't tug on his brown hair like you usually did, you motivated him by moaning as loudly as you could without your neighbours hearing.

And there it was, you felt yourself release around his fingers. You let out a string of whimpers as Peter kept softly kissing your core.

"Did you like that?" He asked quietly, moving his face out from between your legs.

"Yeah. Did you?"

"I still like when you pull on my hair when we do that."

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