𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Let's... Try Something New*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → 18+ Smut!!!! bondage, web restraint, oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, teasing, overstimulation, mild dom/sub undertones.

Summary → Peter accidentally webs your hands while making out, which leads to a new experience.

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It started like any other time—soft, hungry kisses that made your heart race. Peter’s hands were slow, careful, gliding over your sides as he tugged off your shirt, leaving you both breathless. He was only in his tight black boxers, the dim light catching the curve of his muscles.

You felt his lips trail down your neck, teasing, nipping, before he leaned back up to kiss you again. You gasped as he slid your wrist over your head, pressing you lightly against the bed.

And then, suddenly, something sticky started to wrap around your wrist. You froze.

“Uh… Pete?” You murmured against his lips, pulling away, you looked up. Thin white webs had coiled around your wrist like it had a mind of its own.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Oh… oh crap! I didn’t—I mean, it just…” He stammered, clearly panicked. “It’s—uh—the new organic webs. I didn’t mean to—”

You blinked at him, your initial shock fading into a teasing grin. “Hey… it’s fine. Really. Let’s… try something new?”

He hesitated, then chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, heart still hammering. “Let’s see how it goes.”

He slowly leaned back in, pressing his lips to yours, his free hands running over your body while the web kept your wrist restrained. It wasn’t tight—just enough to make the sensation thrilling, a little electric. You shivered, leaning into him, letting him explore while the accidental bondage added a new, exciting edge.

The mix of soft kisses, teasing nips, and the web’s restraint had your senses heightened. Every touch felt sharper, every breath deeper. You couldn’t help but let out a small, delighted moan when he tugged gently on your wrist, testing the web’s hold as his lips found your collarbone.

Peter grinned against your skin, eyes alight with mischief. “Okay… so maybe accidental… but I kind of like this.”

“Me too,” you whispered back, curling your fingers into the web. “Don’t stop.”

Peter leaned down, his lips brushing against your collarbone, trailing soft kisses along the curve of your neck. You tilted your head back, letting out a shiver that made him grin.

Slowly, he knelt between your legs, his eyes dark with mischief and nerves. “You—uh—you okay with this?” He murmured, voice low, almost breathless.

“Yeah… please,” you whispered.

Peter’s lips found your inner thighs first, kissing and nipping gently, teasing every inch. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs before tossing them aside, the anticipation making your breath hitch.

The web on your wrist gave him a perfect excuse to play, nipping lightly to make you writhe just enough to heighten every touch. His tongue flicked along your sensitive skin, sending shivers straight to your core.

When he finally lowered his mouth to you core, your hips bucked instinctively, and Peter let out a small, surprised laugh before settling into a steady rhythm. He swirled his tongue over your clit, teasing, licking, sucking, while one hand reached up to play with your breast, the other playing with your slit before slipping in a finger.