"Web" (Spiderman, Peter/Mary-Jane)
Title: Web
Fandom: Spiderman
Pairing: Peter/Mary-Jane
Ratings: 18+/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Spiderman or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: Peter and Mary-Jane play with webbing Written for Kink Bingo 2011 square "Suspension" It's more play, no torture.
Warnings: m/f explicit sexytimes
Mary-Jane Parker was caught in Spiderman's web.
Her best friend, now husband, was the hero who'd saved New York city more times that she could count. Most inportantly he had saved her, not just from villains and monsters, but from a life where she believed love wasn't possible. Her parents marriage had been a mess, her father a drunken thug.
But Peter, the boy next door, had always been there when she needed him. Mary-Jane knew he always would be.
She was also literally in Spiderman's web.
Thick coils of webbing were wrapped around her arms, sticking them to the ceiling of the bedroom she shared with her husband. A criss-cross of the white material went around her shoulders and chest, and also her waist, holding her securely in place. Her shapely legs dangled free, her hair was tied back in a tight pony-tail to keep it out of her face.
She was completely naked save for a pair of thin, almost sheer, green panties. They were Peter's favorite pair.
Mary-Jane had a thing for heights. A good thing. There was something about being above looking down at the world that she loved. It was freedom. She was above all the troubles in the world, beyond their reach. She was above the bed where she and Peter had made many many great memories.
The first time Mary-Jane had asked Peter to try out putting his webbing to use in the bedroom he had been hesitant. He was more than a little sensitive about the web producing glands on his wrists, feeling they made him a freak. Mary-Jane had assured him she found it sexy. That first time he had used the webbing to restrain her hands behind her back while he ravaged her. For Mary-Jane it had been the best sex they'd ever had. Peter was a phenomenally athletic lover anyway, but that had taken things up to a whole new level.
From then she had been restrained to the bed in various positions. It had been Peter who had suggested using the web to suspend her, he had noticed her thrill and excitement when he had bound her hands and attached them to the ceiling by strands of web.
It had taken patience and practice to get to this point, safely and comfortably suspended on the ceiling. She loved the feel of the webbing sticking her to the ceiling, bound and helpless at the mercy of her spectacular husband.
Mary-Jane had been left on the ceiling for over an hour. She knew Peter was out there taking great pleasure in her frustration. Mary-Jane wasn't a patient woman, and Peter just loved taking advantage of that fact.
A sound at the window got her attention, it had to be him!
She wasn't disappointed.
"About time tiger," she said as he crawled in through the window in full costume.
"Sorry, a couple of muggers held me up," Spiderman closed the window behind him and pulled off his mask, looking up at his wife.
"Fighting them off didn't tire you out did it?"
"Not a chance," he started peeling off his costume, looking up at her. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
"You're quite the specimen yourself," she bit her bottom lip as he undressed, revealing his toned body, cock hardening already as it popped free of the tight outfit. She saw in his eyes the desire he had for her. It brought a warmth to her seeing that even after all this time he was still so turned on by her. "Are you gonna just stand and stare or are you gonna come up here and fuck your wife?"
"I am enjoying the view..." Peter grinned.
"You'll enjoy it a lot more from up here, I guarantee it!"
Completely naked now Peter crouched then leapt straight up, tilting his body backwards, hitting the ceiling and sticking there. He looked at her, grinning, obviously pleased with his display of agility. He closed in on her slowly, stalking his captive prey. He moved around her then suddenly closed in, approaching from her head end, capturing her lips in an upside down kiss.
They both relived their first kiss, all that was missing was the rain, though MJ could feel she was producing her own wetness. He crawled further kissing down her neck to her breast, kissing and sucking on a perky nipple. "Oh Peter," she sighed. He switched to the other nipple, sucking it between his teeth as his tongue slowly stroked up and down it.
Her hands kept clenching into fists then unclenching, her hips shifted, eager to seek some kind of friction somewhere but finding none. He moved down her body, far too slow for Mary-Jane's liking. As he crept further over her body she tilted her head back to watch his cock getting closer, hard and ready.
He kissed down her belly then inside her thighs, switching between them, then kissing the crotch of her panties. He smiled at the wet patch, glad she was as horny as he was.
MJ tilted her head back, tongue flicking at the tip of his cock. "Move it tiger, I want you in my mouth."
Peter scooted forward a little, bringing his dick right in front of her face. Instinctively she wanted to reach out and handle it, but suspended from the ceiling by webbing she couldn't. Instead she ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock and balls.
At the same time, being careful to hold himself to the ceiling with his other hand, Peter used his right hand to pull aside her panties, exposing her glistening pink wetness to him. He leaned in, inhaling her scent while his tongue traced her nether lips, moaning as he felt his wife suck on his scrotum.
They pleasured each other orally, Peter taking great delight in using his tongue to find all the spots that made her moan the most, sending vibrations around his cock as she sucked enthusiastically.
Peter shifted sideways, MJ whimpering as he withdrew his mouth from her cunt. He reorientated himself and deftly took the condom he had left earlier, tucked under the webbing at her left wrist. With his teeth he opened the foil, looking Mary-Jane in the eyes as he did, seeing her need for sex in them.
One handed he put on the condom and positioned himself underneath Mary-Jane, his hips between her legs, his palms flat on either side of her head. He looked into her eyes, smiling, his cock nudging the inside of her thigh.
"Please..." MJ sighed.
"Please what?"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer, raising her hips. "Just fuck me already."
"Yes ma'am," Peter grinned. He reached between them with his right hand, taking hold of his hard member and rubbing the head up and down her slick silt.
"Peter!" The moment his name escaped her lips he thrust his hips forward, his cock driving deep into her welcoming pussy. She felt hot and tight around his hard dick. MJ pulled him harder against her with her legs, both her hands balling into fists. He pulled back and thrust forward again, watching the expression of wanton pleasure on her face. Then again. This time she thrust her hips to meet him, taking him all the way inside. "Yes yes yes," Mary-Jane moaned.
They thrust together, faster, harder, lips meeting in occasional kisses between gasps for breath.
With the hard fucking he was giving her MJ was glad they'd taken the time to secure her so well to the ceiling, the webbing reassuringly tight around her wrists and waist.
The first time she came Peter didn't even slow down, her cunt felt incredible spasming around him. As the orgasm faded he hooked his right arm under her knee, bringing it up to his shoulder before planting his palm back on the ceiling. The new angle gave him deeper penetration, making her moan louder and talk dirtier.
"Oh fuck fuck yes fuck me Peter fuck me!"
Peter did.
The second time she came he did too, cock pumping hot cum into her convulsing vagina. He kept up the pace thrusting with his wife until she peaked for a third time, the firm clenches squeezing out his shrinking penis.
Breathless they held each other on the ceiling of their bedroom.
"I love you tiger."
"I love you too," Peter replied and kissed her softly on the lips.