Kinktober 2024

【 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼'𝑚 𝑁𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 】

〖 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒 〗: 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟-𝑀𝑎𝑛 & 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐶𝑎𝑡

〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: Finally, the spider catches the cat

〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, cunnilingus, inappropriate use of web fluid

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Your fingers dance over the shiny wood frame of the painting you recently added to your growing collection, and a sort of smug satisfaction fills you. Smirking, you take a step back to admire your prize fully. You turn on your heel, ready to strip off your suit and get some rest.

You get two full footsteps away, hand lingering on the zipper of your suit when a shudder runs up your spine, like eyes boring into you from the shadow. Your hand hovers above your head as your eyes scan the room, searching for him.

You let out a yelp as you're flung against the wall, your hand ensnared in a sticky web. You make the mistake of reaching up and trying to claw your way out. Another web quickly covers your free hand, trapping you.

"Nice haul," a familiar voice quips from the darkness.

You let out a frustrated groan as he steps out of the shadows, the white of his mechanical eyes cutting through the darkness. His mask hides the smirk you know is beneath as he saunters forward.

"Spider," you purr, feigning nonchalance. "Don't you have bigger things to worry about than little ol' me?"

You struggle, testing the strength of the webs that bind your hands above your head, sticking you against the wall. He's good— annoyingly good.

He chuckles, taking a step closer, "Funnily enough, you're all I'm worried about right now."

He hovers in front of you, so close you can see the intricate details of his suit and smell the rain on his skin.

"You keep stealing, and we're gonna have to have a serious talk about hobbies," he warns teasingly.

"A girl's gotta stay busy somehow," you counter, grinning. "Don't tell me you're tired of the chase, Spidey."

"Not tired," he murmurs, shaking his head, "just curious about the reward."

You look up at him, your eyes skating over the lines covering his mask. He reaches a gloved hand up to the edge of his mask, tugging it up just enough to expose his mouth.

Your eyes immediately dart to his lips, plump and the prettiest shade of pink. His breath fans across your cheeks, and your heart leaps in your chest as he rests his hand on the wall next to you, caging you in.

"So, what're you gonna do with me, Spidey?" you purr, tilting your head. You narrow your eyes, almost as if daring him to cross the line.

He reaches a hand up to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I think," he breathes, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, "it's my turn to do the taking."

In one smooth motion, his lips meet yours in a slow, intoxicating kiss. It's gentle at first, just the press of his lips, soft and warm, against yours. Desperation hums under your skin as the kiss deepens with each pass of his lips against yours. He slots one of his legs between yours as he slides his hand downward and rests it on your neck. He holds your life in the palm of his hand, and your pulse hammers under his fingertips.

His free hand wanders over your form. A shudder of pleasure runs through you as he squeezes your ass, his fingers leaving divots in the soft flesh. He pulls away and presses sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against the side of your neck, reaching for whatever bare skin he can. You rock your hips against his thigh, attempting to quell the ache between your legs.

His lips trail down your form, pressing kisses against the smooth fabric of your catsuit. He kneels in front of you, and his hands trail over your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you buck against his hold.

He tangles his fingers in the fabric at your hips, and a smirk graces his lips.

You narrow your eyes. "Don't you dare—"

You're cut off by the sound of fabric tearing and the cool air hitting your bare skin. The bottom half of your catsuit pools at your feet, and he wastes no time pulling it off of you. You struggle against your restraints, a frustrated noise leaving you.

Any complaints or curses you have are quickly replaced by a moan as he licks a stripe through your now-dripping folds. Your eyes screw shut at the sensation, and the moan you let out causes heat to crowd your cheeks. His fingers dig into your thighs as he separates them further, situating himself fully between them.

His tongue circles your clit before moving downward to dip into your entrance. He laps at your heat, drinking up every ounce of your arousal. He slides his tongue into your entrance and finds a rhythm that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The sounds of wanton moans fill your small hideout as he fucks you with his tongue.

You figure he'd be good with his mouth as much as he runs it when you're fighting, but damn. He devours you like a man starved, each drag and swirl of his tongue bringing you closer and closer to euphoria.

His tongue circled your clit once and then twice before you're coming undone against his lips. You arch against the wall as a stream of curses leaves your lips as you cum. He eagerly laps up your release, fingertips digging into your thighs as you ride out your high.

"Fuck, Spidey," you breathed, "it's about time you put that mouth to good use."

He nips at your thighs before rising to his feet. Your slick covers his face, and your cheeks heat up at the sight. He presses his lips against yours once more, making you taste yourself.

"The webs should dissolve in an hour," he grins against your lips.

You reel back, your brows furrowed. "What?"

You attempt to wrench yourself free as he backs away and tugs his mask down. The sounds of your struggles only increase as he nears the window.

"Stop stealing!" he calls as he jumps, and you could've sworn you heard the faint sounds of laughter.