Marvel Smut and Imagines

Late (Peter Parker)

"Karen, where's Peter!?" You call out to the A.I.

"Peter has removed all tracking devices. I cannot find him at the moment. Would you like me to contact Mr. Stark?" You sighed and shook your head.

"No thank you. No need to send him into a frenzy, just try and find him please," you say.

"Of course Mrs. Parker," she replied. You shook your limbs out, still not used to the fact that you and Peter were actually married now. Granted, it's only been three days since the actual wedding. But you were supposed to be on your honeymoon and Peter had disappeared. What's the point of tracking devices if he just removes them? "I found Peter," Karen announces.

"Where?"

"My scans show he is only 20 feet from you."

"20 feet? How the hell-." The sound of the door opening cut you off. In walked Peter, dressed in his Spider-Man suit, mask off and hair messy. You jumped up, eyebrows raised, and arms crossed against your chest. Peter froze at the sight of you, brown eyes stretching wide at the sight of your new lingerie. "Peter!" You snapped. He shook his head and raised his eyes to your eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just, people needed me and I wanted to help," he explained. You scoffed.

"You promised no spidey. Why'd you even bring your suit!?" You were pissed he was late. You'd planned a very special evening for the two of you. One that involved no clothes, his groans, your screams, and your nails racking down his back.

"I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry babe," he mumbles. God, sometimes it's easy to forget he's barely 21, and other times, it's painfully obvious. He raises his eyes back to yours again, a sly grin spreading on his face. "I love when you dress up for me," he murmurs, moving to close the distance. You remain still, not sure what to do. His arms wrap around your waist, forcing you against him. Since he was in his skin-tight suit, it felt like he was practically naked. He forced your lips together but you didn't kiss him back. You felt him frown and nip at your bottom lip. You forced your lips to remain closed, making him bite harder. When it again got no response, his hands went to your ass, gripping it roughy.

You almost gasped, but by now you were enjoying it. Maybe your fun-filled evening was ruined. Peter growled and slapped it, making you jump but not open your mouth. He pulled away, brown eyes turning darker and darker. His hand went to your throat, squeezing softly, and with his other arm, he turned and slammed you into the wall. You gasped, feeling wetness in between your thighs.

"Is everything alright!" Karen's voice rings out. Peter groans and you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

"Karen, shut down," Peter snapped. After she didn't reply, he looked back at you and smiled. "Cooperate, and things will go a whole lot better for you," he whispers, his lips barely grazing yours. You breathed deeply, inhaling his minty breath.

"You were late," you state simply. Peter growled and increased the grip on your throat. His body pressed against yours, making escape from the wall impossible. You could feel his abs through the suit, but you could also feel his ever-growing hard-on.

"You don't dominate. I do," he mutters, pressing another kiss to your lips. When again you didn't kiss back, he thrusted his lower half up into you. His hard-on pressed against your clothes entrance. You imagined the feel of his dick inside you and it made you gasp softly. Peter took full advantage of this by shoving his tongue in your mouth. The two of you fought for dominance, eventually leading to him winning. The hand that was wrapped around your waist was now on your ass, Peter slapping and rubbing it. The wetness between your legs was spreading. "That's it. Finally working with me," Peter mumbles, slapping your ass again. You gasp and bite his lip. You feel him smile as he pulls back. "Someone's feisty," he says.