Spider Noir

You first did it on accident, you and Peter were messing around in his apartment; he had something yours and you wanted it back, jumping onto him and reaching for his hands, you squeezed his wrist to pull it down.

It worked, but you swore you heard him gasp, and he looked at you with a bewildered face. You didn't speak about it though, but it stayed in the back of your head until now.

You wanted to know if what you heard was actually right, or just a trick of your own imagination. It was late at night, Peter just came from a long day of work and you promised him to help him distress.

Which just was making out in the couch before going to the bedroom and spending the whole night there getting fucked. Now, you were straddling his lap while he kept you in place, hands on your waist.

Meanwhile Peter was distracted by the heated kiss, you took the oportunity to grab his wrists gently, pinning them on top of his head while your thumb pressed against the slit on his wrist.

A gasp followed by a shaky breath left his lips. "Shit, doll." Peter pulled away from the kiss to rest his forehead against your shoulder.