WEB ME UP
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>js a little imagine of Spider-Man Hamzah hope yall like <33
“who would’ve thought after all these superhero movies we’d finally have one here in Toronto,” I said looking over at the news on the flat screen that was propped up in my best friends room.
A chuckle came from my childhood best friend, Hamzah. He shifted in his seat, grabbing the remote, “yeah well he’s alright.”
I whipped my head towards the unbelievable sentence that exited Hamzah’s mouth. “You’re kidding right? Spider-Man is the freaking coolest! I mean have you seen that clip of him stopping that car going 80 miles per hour, li-like it was nothing,” I exclaimed leaving Hamzah smiling at my love for this neighborhood hero.
With a light sigh I got up from my spot next to Hamzah, grabbing our empty beer bottles making my way to the kitchen.
“Wow y/n didn’t know you were that obsessed,” Hamzah teased watching as my white tank top rid up my waist.
With a clink I threw out one the multiple bottles, waving around another I added, “listen all I’m saying is I’d let him web me up.”
Shrugging my shoulders I closed the garbage can, unaware of the red tint that creeped up Hamzah’s ears. His eyes were widened with both shock and allure, he’s never heard your words be so flirtatious for Spider-Man. I mean it’s not like he’s given you much leeway for this topic, since he’s remained secret for almost 9 months now.
Still getting the ropes for this vigilante persona, Hamzah figured it’d be better if he was in control of this curse before he dumped it on you. And with a new villain to defeat almost every week, the last thing he’d want is to put you in danger. Then the world would really see what he’s truly capable of.
So for now, Hamzah’s willing to bend over backwards to ensure that this secret remains hidden.
time skip
With a grunt I tossed my phone onto to my bed, frustratingly drying my dripping hair, attempting to keep my patience from slipping away from me.
“Ugh, this is the third time in the past two weeks that he’s bailed. I mean seriously, you know what it’s fine. Just fine,” I console myself slipping on cotton shorts and a baby tee before starting my skin care routine.
Hamzah had texted me after my shower that he wasn’t going to make it to tonight’s movie night because “something had came up.” These past couple of months has been rough, a strain was brewing in your friendship. It felt as if he was putting up walls, never once in the entirety of our relationship had we ever hid ourselves from one another. But, now with all of his sudden behaviors I know he’s hiding something, I’m just not sure what exactly.
Not worrying too much though, I am determined get to the bottom of what he’s hiding. Lost in my thoughts, I was ripped back into reality from hesitant knocking coming from my window, this is a shocking moment as I’m up on the sixth floor.
Before I could even begin to imagine the frightening assumptions, I see a familiar face.
I walk up my window, unlocking it with shaky hands, “Hamzah?”
A dopey smile tugged at his lips, “hey, mind if I come in?”
I silently nodded too focused on his bruised lip accompanied with a small gash atop his eyebrow to notice his outfit.
Hamzah slips inside with ease, shutting the window to allow his back to brace against the cool glass. His curls were messy and frizzy but somehow framed his face in an enchanting manner, his sharp jawline though bruised purple was clenched as if the pain was of no effect to him.
Looking into his warm honey eyes, that were illuminated with only my small lamp on my desk, he remained as beautiful as ever.
“What happened? I’ve been texting you,” I spoke softly maintaining eye contact that still not wavering from the moment he knocked.
Sighing he runs his hand through his curls, amused that your eyes refused to move anywhere else. Utterly unaware of his get up. Chuckling at your concern, I tilted my head in irritation. Finally taking a step back, glancing down I now notice the dark blue and red latex that enhanced Hamzah’s physique.
I blink once, twice..no he cannot show up to my house, come through my window, bail on me three times, leave me on delivered for hours, look that devilishly attractive and expect me to just forgive him.
“Where the hell have you been Hamzah? So what you’re Spider-Man and now you think you can just bail on my three times these past two weeks,” my voice truly held no bite but damn was I gonna bark.
Hamzah was taken aback by your outburst, but was quickly brought back with the flush heating your cheeks. Smirking as you continued to ramble, “I mean seriously, I don’t care what powers you have I will still whoop that ass Hamzah.”
Taking a step back from Hamzah’s large stature that was looming over my exposed body, I refused to give into his gaze.
“Yeah?” Hamzah pushed. Slowly urging you to keep going finding your ‘anger’ enticing, his latex feeling tight as ever.
“Y-yeah..you have no right to show up and with no explanation whatsoever. I have half a mind to push you out this window myself,” I say as my breathing becomes more shallow and heavy. Feeling my back up against my bedroom wall, my lashes flutter before I attempt to maneuver away from Hamzah’s solid frame.
Barely catching a breath, Hamzah snatches my wrist from my effort to gain distance. Pulling me closer his palm burning into my skin, I let out a breathy laugh, “what are you gonna Spider-Man…web me up?” I whisper.
Something snapped in Hamzah, something primal and dark, itching to let loose. In one swift motion, my body is bouncing from impact, my back flat against my soft floral comforter.
I let out a gasp, my breath caught in my throat from pure shock and excitement. Before I knew it Hamzah was on top of me, his dark eyes saying something that only I could decipher. Leaving my thighs clenched and my heart pounding.
“You know what maybe I will,” Hamzah’s raspy voice grazed against my neck, his sharp teeth nipping at my skin.
My eyes flicker shut at this feeling, tilting my head back to allow further attention.
He canines sink firmly into the cusp of my neck, growling at my whine.
My shorts meet contact with Hamzah’s skin tight latex, leaving little room for distance between our bodies. Grinding against him, craving any and all friction I can muster.
I feel him chuckle just beneath my ear, his massive grip moved from my waist up to my throat, holding tight enough to keep me in place.
“P-please,” I cry out.
Feeling him smile, “please what baby?”
I groan in anticipation, he knows exactly what I want, but like always he knows how to pull it out of me.
“Need more please,” I sigh in exasperation, hips bucking up begging for something more.
Determining your pathetic response enough , Hamzah straightens up taking in your quivering body, burning it to his memory to revisit later on his patrols.
Hamzah drags his heavy palm from your neck to your chest, all the down to your inner hips. Just barely rubbing his thumb from where you desperately need him.
Bucking up my hips once more to signal my want, Hamzah moves his thumb just as quick humming at my whining.
“Not so tough now, huh?” He smirks, his gaze lustful, relishing in this moment.
Unable to take any more of this torture, I decided take matters into my own hands, reaching down into damp shorts. But before I could create any remanence of pleasure, my wrist was snatched away.
Hamzah’s eyebrows were furrowed, his lips in a tight line, and his jaw clenched so hard I thought he might break it.
Tightly holding my wrists above my head, I hear a thwipping sound, registering what he had just done I put all my effort into separating my arms. Struggling even with all my strength, I realized my actions were futile.
Hamzah watched as I groaned and thrashed under his body, knowing no amount of strength will break his webbing fluid. The corners of his lips tugged upwards at this.
As much as he loved to watch you struggle, his aching below was becoming unbearable.
With ease he ripped my tank top, then roughly pulling off my cotton shorts. My black lace panties sticky.
I gasp at his strength, never had I seen such brute power, my lower region pulsed at this.
“Fuck. Look at you, so beautiful,” Hamzah said running his latex fingers over my body, the rubbery sensation had my body arching for more.
Swiftly removing his suit, unable to contain himself any longer, desperate to feel your body against his.
In just his briefs, Hamzah kisses up my thighs, inching closer and closer, till finally he kisses my clit over my lace panties.
I moan in response, which has him continuing his work. Rubbing, kissing, licking, sucking until I’m quivering beneath his tongue.
“I-I can’t, hamzah I’m gonna…f-ffuck,” I cry out. Riding out my high, I see stars, but Hamzah’s only begun.
Freeing his cock, slapping it against my sensitive cunt, I shudder in response.
“Fuck, so sensitive baby” he bites his lip pushing his tip in and out. In and out.
“Think you can handle this, y/n?” Hamzah groans rubbing his thumb against my swollen clit.
I nod furiously, “yes. yes, please I can take it,” I whine.
Hamzah smiles in satisfaction, his heart swelling with pride.
He pushes in slowly, letting me adjust to his girth. We both moan in relief, after years of tension and months of hiding, we both finally caved in. And was it just glorious.
Hamzah picks up his pace, watching as your tits bounce, the bulge in your stomach from his pounding, and your eyes roll back. He swears he could die in this moment and leave with no regrets.
The webbing securing my wrists together only egg me on closer to my climax, powerless against Spider-Man’s wrath.
Moaning out in pleasure, Hamzah moves his palm from your tits back up your throats, having the entirety of his hand nearly covering your frail neck.
The tips of his fingers squeeze against the sides of your neck, cutting the circulation off enough to have your head dizzy.
I bite my lip till I taste blood at this, Hamzah’s hills begin to stutter and his thrusts are now sloppy.
“Cmon baby, cum for me,” Hamzah grunts nearing his release, dying to have you guys come together he pounds into your cunt harder.
My throat is now scratchy from the noises Hamzah is pulling from within me.
“Oh Hamzah I’m almost there,” I squeak, gripping on his wrist.
And with his final thrust we both let go, his head dropped down to my shoulder, lazily pumping me full.
I whine his name, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling so full.
Both catching our breath, still pumping in ever so slightly, I let out a giggle.
Hamzah chuckles picking up in head, his curls stick to his forehead and his body glistening.
“What?” He smiles.
“You plan on getting this off of me anytime soon?” I tease holding up my wrists that were still held together by his webbing.
Hamzah’s cheeks flush red, “o-oh yeah let me get that for you,” he stuttered before frantically searching for a pair of scissors leaving my laughing
