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“Why don’t you give it a kiss first? Show me you really want it.”
Peter blushed but leaned forwards, shuffling his knees to you. He was completely naked and kneeling at your feet.
Peter and you had tried pegging before, but it was the first time since he revealed he enjoyed it when you were more rough and dominant. The both of you had agreed on a basic safe-word system.
He looked pathetic, shivering slightly from the cool air. It made your cunt gush with want. You sat on the bed, an oversized Empire State University shirt draping over your legs and barely covering the hot pink dildo fastened on your harness.
He kissed the tip of your strap with a quick peck, face flush with embarrassment. His lower lip trembled.
“I think we can do better than that.” You cocked your head. There was something so hot seeing your strong and toned boyfriend groveling at your feet.
Peter looked up, brown eyes round and confused, before he understood what you were asking. He turned so red even the tips of his ears fluttered pink. For a moment you thought he wasn’t going to. Then he craned his head and parted his mouth, kissing and tonguing at the silicone with feverish vigor.
“Good boy.”
You rubbed the member against the side of his face, letting Peter feel the weight and thickness of it. His eyelashes fluttered, pupils wide with reverence.
“Can you get my cock wet, baby?” You slapped the tip against his lips.
Peter nodded, taking your member in his mouth. He gave the head an experimental lick. He rubbed his tongue on the ridged end before licking and sucking greedily. He moaned as if actually trying to suck you off, bobbing up and down, saliva coating the head and shaft.
“You look so good like this.” You whispered.
Peter hollowed his cheeks, swirling his tongue and taking your member deeper. He spluttered a couple times, coughing from the girth, but didn’t pull off. If anything it seemed to motivate him further. He inhaled through his nose. He gripped the base of the strap with one hand as he pulled the length further into his wet mouth with determination.
You could see the bulge of your strap protruding from his left cheek. His lips were puffy and glossy from his own spit, stretched wide around your cock. There were tears in his eyes from suppressing his gag reflex. He looked desperate, ruined. All yours.
You had a wicked idea. You thrust your hips forwards, your strap hitting the back of his throat. Peter choked and gurgled on your cock, but somehow refused to pull off. You had no idea how he managed to surpass that basic reflex. Maybe it was part of the Spider-man skill set.
“Sorry, you just looked so cute.” You drew back and tousled his hair affectionately.
Peter glared at you, but there was no real anger in his expression. Besides, it was hard to look intimidating when his mouth was full with your strap and his drool was trickling into a sticky sheen on his thighs. His cock twitched, hard and dribbling precum.
You pulled his head off with a sharp yank. You took in the sight of the slick trail of salvia trailing from his lower lip to the tip of your strap. He looked like a whore. Peter whined and wiped the spit from his mouth.
“Turn around and present yourself.” You patted the bed.
Peter practically leapt onto the mattress, crawling towards you with a certain glee that almost made you want to be nice to him. Almost. He shifted his body so that he was on all fours and his ass was in the air. His lips were spread in a dumb cheeky grin. You couldn’t wait to destroy him.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Peter obliged, adjusting his position. His eyes were glazed over with need, lashes fluttering. You could see the dark furl of his hole clenching from anticipation, tight pucker nestled between his firm asscheeks.
You uncapped the bottle of lube and dribbled a couple dollops directly onto his twitching hole. Peter shivered from the sensation, but remained still. You groped his ass, kneading the soft, plump flesh. He would look so pretty with a good spanking.
You poured a generous amount of lubricant on your fingers, taking your time slicking up your digits. Peter always insisted on his ability to take whatever you gave him, claiming that his accelerated healing worked wonders, but you liked to be adequately prepared.
You breached his tight rim of flesh with your index finger, easing and crooking it in. Peter immediately groaned, his entire body tensing and shuddering under your touch. He was wet and loose. You had told him to prepare himself beforehand. You added another finger, curling upwards and prying soft pants from Peter. Before long you were scissoring him open, pumping and stretching your fingers in and out. He jolted and gasped, biting his lip, muscles tightening as if trying to swallow your hand.
“Your greedy hole is basically sucking me in. You want it that badly huh?” You slipped in a third finger easily, widening his opening.
“Y-Yes. I-I want you.”
You removed your fingers with a slick plop. Peter moaned at the feeling of emptiness. You almost wanted him to push back with a retort so you could punish him for it later.
You slicked your strap up, making a big show of fisting and coating your member. Peter kept stealing quick, greedy glances at you, whipping his head away each time as if you hadn’t noticed.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure to fill you up.”
You positioned your knees in front of him, balancing onto the two pillows you had stacked together for a better angle. You aligned the point of your strap at his entrance.
“Ready?”
Peter nodded furiously. You teased the tip of your strap into him, drawing a low groan from Peter. You moved at a snail’s pace, barely getting an inch into him before stopping altogether. You loved breaking down and molding your superhero boyfriend to your liking. You wanted to see him squirm. You wanted to see him beg for it.
“F-fuck.” Peter choked out your name.
Peter bucked up, desperate for more, wriggling and shuffling his body as he tried to find a better angle that would push your strap deeper. He gave you a quick glance, face expectant and longing. You only smiled, running a hand across the back of his thigh mockingly.
His hips canted forwards in little jerks, cock dark and red as he searched for friction. Cries escaped from his mouth. He looked adorable. Your cunt clenched at the sight of him.
“Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
“Please. Please, I need more.” He gasped, sucking in air with deep gasps. “I need you to fuck me. No more teasing. Please.”
You bullied your way into his flesh, sliding inch by inch into him. He raised his thighs to meet your movements. With one more push you bottomed out, hips meeting his ass. You were pressed flush against him, stretching him wide. You gave a couple experimental thrusts, eliciting delicious whines from Peter.
Your strap had a vibrating function that you had specifically sought out when perusing different ethical and safe online sex toy stores. The both of you had giggled and scrolled through the options last February drunk out of your minds, his head on your shoulder while you balanced his laptop on your legs.
You clicked the button on the side of the strap. The material hummed to life, sending vibrations through your core.
Peter keened as your member buzzed inside him. He dug his nails into the bed sheet. He uttered your name like a prayer, slurring the syllables together.
“Thank you. T-that feels so good.” He fucked himself on your strap, meeting your thrusts with vigor. The bed creaked from his eagerness.
“What’s your color?” You kissed the small of his back, stroking the back of his thighs in an act of small comfort.
“Green. Green. Please don’t stop, bug.”
You thrust into him sharply at the sound of the stupid nickname. You would make him pay for that.
You shoved his face into the bed, muffling his whines. He squeezed around your strap as if trying to milk you.
You set a fast, punishing rhythm, pressing all your weight into your movements. Peter gasped when you tilted your hips in a particular direction. You must have hit his prostate. You angled your thrust to the same place again and paused, buried at the hilt. You let the vibrations of your cock batter his soft muscle. Peter wailed.
You resumed pistoning in and out of his hole and tweaked your pace, nailing the same spot with each roll of your hips.
“Hrrnngh,” Peter moaned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was a mess, barely able to lift his head up.
“Whore.” You chided, speeding up your rhythm. You meant it affectionately.
His neglected cock leaked and dripped over the bed, shaking and bobbing with every thrust. His abdomen was smeared with criss-cross streaks of his own precum. Maybe you would make him lick off his mess afterwards. The thought made you drill into him harder.
“I-I need.” He reached for his cock, hips bucking up for friction. You swatted his hand away.
“You’ll take what I give you.”
Peter groaned, but lowered his hands and placed them by his side. His fists were curled into tight balls. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but his desire for your praise was greater. You rewarded him with a tight tug on the back of his head, forcing his neck into a lovely arc.
“My sweet slut.” You slapped his ass. Hard. You did it again just to watch Peter wince and shudder around your cock, his wet rim of flesh tightening around your silicone strap. Your smacks left pretty red marks on his pale freckled bottom.
You could see how his hole clenched every time you dragged the strap out and shoved it back in. He writhed under your touch, legs quivering and muscles tensed up. His hole made filthy, squelching noises every time you fucked into him.
“Say it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m yours. I’m a dirty whore who loves taking your cock.” Peter cried out. He was shameless, twisting his back and mewling under your ministrations. Only you could make him behave this way. Only you could make Spider-man your slut. You wanted him to remember this fact forever.
“Are you getting close? That’s really all it takes?”
You chuckled meanly, wrapping a hand around his chest and pinching his hard nipples. You rolled the buds around, clamping down and digging your fingernails into his sensitive flesh. Peter practically flew off the bed.
“Please can I cum? Please, I need to. Fuck Green.” He panted, hanging his head, brown hair sweaty and damp as he waited for your permission.
“No.” You chirped. You let go of his nipples. Your cunt pulsed, wet and swollen. You slammed into him again, cutting off his protests. “I’m enjoying this. You’re going to have to wait.”
Peter nearly cried out of frustration, burying his face back into the pillow and biting down into the soft surface. He arched his back and you drank in the lovely build of his muscles. You didn’t stop fucking into him, your strokes hard and punishing and brutalizing the same spot each time. He was a bundle of nerves. There was no other thought in his head besides the thickness of your cock skewering his hole.
“Please please, I need to cum. I’m getting close.” His voice was tight.
He was trying to rut against the bed, hips low and desperate as he searched for any sort of friction. You gripped his hair, tugging his scalp harshly. You dug your knees into the back of his legs, forcing him to hold his ass higher and get back in position.
“Don’t you dare cum without permission” You warned. Peter withered under your glare.
You slid the length of your strap out, barely inside him. You almost slipped out completely with how loose he was. Peter wailed from the lack of stimulation, the vibrations so close yet so far. His entire body shook. He was trying so hard to be good.
“M sorry. It just feels so nice. I’ll be good. S-sorry.” He managed to stutter out. He was crying now, tears streaming down his face. You wished you could see his face.
You decided to take pity on him. You clicked the button on the side of your cock, raising the strength of the vibrations to the maximum setting.
His mouth fell open, but no sounds came out.
“You can cum, but you don’t get to touch yourself.” You slapped his bottom, drawing a pitiful, low whimper from Peter. His cock throbbed angrily.
You focused on chasing your own orgasm, grinding on the pulsing toy. You leaned forwards, placing just the right amount of pressure on your clit. Your body thrummed with pleasure.
Peter spasmed every time you circled your hips and thrusted into him. He clawed at the mattress, sobbing into the sheets. It was downright pornographic. You could feel your release building up.
“I-I can’t. I can’t do it.” He shook his head. He bucked his hips forwards again. “Please. Please I need-“
You shoved two of your fingers into Peter’s mouth, cutting off his pleas. He gagged.
“Quiet down, bitch.”
Peter suckled your fingers obediently, drool slipping from his lips and spilling onto his collarbone. He ran his tongue up and down your skin. His sinful tongue sent sparks up your spine. You were getting close, heat tightening in your stomach. You were right at the edge.
“Fuck baby, I’m cumming.” You gasped. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth and bit into his neck. You tongued at his flesh with vigor as aimed your hips upwards. You wanted to mark him up. You wanted to own him.
Snaking your hand around his waist, you lightly grazed his balls with a caress of your thumb. That was all it took to push Peter over the edge.
Peter spilled his release onto the bed violently. He moaned like an animal, fueled by pure pleasure and need. Some of his seed spurted onto his stomach and stained his chin. You rocked him through his orgasm, your hand entangled in his hair, forcing his head straight.
“T-thank you. Thank you.” He gasped, grinding against you to get every last bit of pleasure.
“Good boys clean up their mess.”
You scooped up some of his release with two fingers and stuck your fingers down his throat again. Peter gagged, a delicious sound that made your body thrum with new, aching desire. You let him adjust to the curl of your hand as he dutifully sucked and licked them clean from his spend before you slipped them out with a clean pop.
You pulled out of him, pink strap slipping out. You tried to catch your breath, thighs aching from all the physical exertion. Peter flopped over on his side, boneless and limp.
The sight of lube and spit trickling out of his hole almost made you want to bend him over and strap him again. You set aside the toy on a clean towel you had prepared beforehand and unbuckled your harness.
“You were so good.” He turned towards you, his movements shy and slow. His face was red and sweaty. You kissed him, hovering above him, which was harder than it looked given his tall frame.
“You did amazing. You did so well. Thank you for that.” You cupped his chin, pressing a stream of kisses down his temple. You loved any excuse to dote on him.
“What’s got you smiling?” Peter said lazily. There was a darkening bruise on his shoulder from where you had kissed him.
“Nothing.” You grinned, enjoying the soft floating feeling of post-coital bliss. “It’s just that you really do like it when I’m mean.”
Peter laughed, eyes half-lidded and glittering. He stretched his arms out, sighing in content. His brown hair was messy and stiff and made him look a good one inch taller.
“What can I say? I love a strong woman.” He beamed at you as if you hadn’t just reduced him to a shivering mess three minutes ago.
“Fuck. That was great. You were so hot.” He paused, blinking a couple times and propping himself up on his elbows.
“You are hot. No past tense. Correction.”
“I just strapped Spider-man.” You winked. You leaned in and nuzzled his nose, forehead grazing against his. “Someone call the Daily Bugle”
“Don’t say that name in the bedroom.” Peter groaned.
He pulled you by the arms, tugging you into bed next to him. He snuggled up to your figure as he guided your arms around his chest. You spooned him and held him tightly and pressed light kisses on the back of his neck.
“Love you.”
“Love you too, bug.”
You ended up being too tired for another round despite Peter’s obvious, growing hardness. Spider-man libidio went crazy. Peter stripped the ruined sheets off the bed and tucked in a fresh linen bed sheet set while you ran a bath, cleaning and putting away your toys while you waited for the tub to fill. You dropped an overpriced lavender bath bomb into the water as a treat, admiring the floral scent bubbling up. You poured in a generous portion of bubble bath solution.
The tub was a tight fit for the both of you and the far right corner had a little chip, but you didn’t complain. It was a miracle that your apartment even had one given how NYC rent was always increasing while unit square feet kept decreasing.
You ladled shampoo into Peter’s hair and scrubbed his scalp, making sure to cover all the roots of his sweaty strands. Peter melted into your touch, closing his eyes and relaxing against you. You scooped up handfuls of water to rinse off the suds before conditioning his hair. Peter then switched places with you which was an awkward process that involved almost kneeing your boyfriend in the groin (and not in the kinky way). Peter squirted too much shampoo on your head causing you to warn him that this was the nice brand you had bought from Japan and extremely expensive so he had to be stingy.
As much as you loved having hot raunchy sex with your partner, you also adored the moments afterwards. Maybe even more.
You relaxed against his chest, propping your legs against the cool linoleum wall while simultaneously soaking in the hot water. Peter talked about how he was testing a new solution in the laboratory that would strengthen the tension of his webs. You recounted how one of your undergraduates had made you a batch of gochujang caramel cookies that you were determined to replicate. Peter reminded you of the new Korean-Mexican fusion restaurant that he wanted to check out this weekend.
With Peter you loved it all, the filthy, awkward, and mundane. Everything was your favorite.