Smashing a Spider Part 2 (MCU)

Darcy Lewis was smart.

She thought that people forgot this a lot, an account of her generally goofy personality, but her brain was actually extremely sharp. Darcy had also spent a significant amount of time around, let’s say, enhanced individuals.

She saw all the ways Thor was just different from a human. She’d gotten well acquainted with the limits that humans had, and the beings that went past those. Which was a long way of saying, after the haze of pleasure faded, she realized that there was something off about Peter Parker.

When he’d been behind her, pounding her with that massive thing he carried between his legs, he’d kept on speeding up. In the moment she excused it as him being in shape. But later, the sheer speed he had shown settled in, and she realized it was more than that.

Another thing about Darcy: she’s naturally curious, and she doesn't know how to let go of things once they catch her attention. 

She spent two days skimming news articles and reading up on any enhanced individual sightings. She focused on heroes, because Peter just didn’t have the personality to hurt anybody, unless you counted removing poor women’s ability to walk.

Darcy narrowed it down to two options. The first was from Hell's Kitchen, someone running around beating up baddies with little clubs. But this guy was pretty hardcore, including the way he left the villains he caught.

The other option was Spider-Man. 

It was crazy to think that Spider-Man could be a college freshman. Darcy knew he wasn’t the biggest or tallest hero, but she’d always assumed he was like, 20 something. He’d fought to save the world alongside some of the most major heroes. But when Darcy looked up clips on Youtube, anything where she could hear his voice, sure enough she recognized it.

All of this was days ago. In the time since, she reached out to Peter. He responded to her texts frighteningly fast, like Darcy was the only person in the world texting him. She found it strange, but it certainly made it easy to set up a date with him. She hadn’t called it a date because she thought that might scare the timid boy… But that was what she was thinking of it as.

Or at least a hookup if nothing else. Hey, a girl has her needs!

Which explained how Darcy came to be sitting in a burger joint, wearing her best dress (it was her only dress) and more makeup than she’d bothered with in months. 

Peter picked at his fries nervously. Darcy didn’t know what he had to be nervous about, considering he’d already cummed inside of her, but hey. At times like this he acted as young as he was.

“Did you know I hung out with Thor?” Darcy asked suddenly.

Peter dropped his fry. “Really? I mean, that’s super cool!”

“It was pretty cool,” Darcy said. “My best friend even, you know…” 

She picked up a fry off of Peter’s plate, holding her fingers in a circle, and shoved the fry through. Then she pulled it back. Then she pushed it through. When she started to make soft noises to emulate the authentic experience (including making the table rattle with her foot; believe her, those two had made walls feel like PAPER when they went at it) Peter grabbed the fry back. He did it so fast that Darcy couldn’t even see his hand move, blushing fiercely.

“I, uh, get it, Professor,” Peter said.

Darcy’s nose wrinkled. “Ew. Don’t call me that now. It makes me feel kinky. And not in a fun way, either.”

“What do I call you then?” Peter asked.

“My name?” Darcy said. “Considering where you’ve been, that only makes sense.”

“But I’ve only been here and at school,” Peter said.

“I meant inside of me,” Darcy explained.

Peter’s lips formed the sound he made: “Oh.”

She sighed. Darcy didn’t know what she was doing, to be honest. She was sure he was Spider-Man. Like, 99.99 percent sure. She’d run through every scenario she could think of, and short of waiting nine months and seeing if she had her kid so she could test them for spider powers, she didn’t know how to be any more certain.

She brought up Thor because she wanted to bring up superheroes and feel out the topic. And she wasn’t even doing this purely selfishly!

Peter had a kind of strange feeling about him. She watched him in class and saw that he avoided his classmates. It wasn’t like he ran from them, but he wouldn’t willingly talk to them much either. From some of his texts, Darcy knew he lived alone, and that he had no close family either. It seemed like he had no friends outside of class. He seemed… alone.

Even Thor had Jane. Plus Doctor Selvig and Darcy herself. And he was a god that was what, a thousand years old? Or was he even older than that? Peter was a regular human, and a young one at that. How hard would it be, trying to be a hero with NOBODY to support you? Hell, Darcy had known people that cracked under the pressure of college alone, let alone pulling on a mask and running out to take on supervillains at the same time. 

Darcy wanted to help him. It wasn’t like she wanted to be the Jane to his Thor, exactly… But those two hadn’t even lasted with their sappy romance. She’d just decided she wanted to be someone Peter could lean on… Or blow off steam with, maybe, might be more accurate…

“Where’s your best friend now?” Peter asked.

“Oh. She died,” Darcy said. “Cancer. Don’t—” she held her hands up “—apologize. It was a normal question. It was just her time. It wasn’t mine yet. So… we keep moving.”

Darcy shrugged. Peter looked more serious than she had seen him. She thought he was going to apologize anyway, despite what she said, but instead he came out with something else.

“I lost somebody too,” he said. “My Aunt. It was… sudden. And then I kind of moved on from a lot of my friends. But I’m still going! So, you know, it’ll be alright. Probably.”

Darcy stared at him. He’d even managed a smile, albeit a small and pretty forced smile. She felt a sudden urge to leap over the table and tackle him, pulling off their clothes right there in the diner.

“You’re Spider-Man, aren't you?” she blurted while they were the only ones close enough to hear.

His eyes got big. The empathetic expression he had shown her disappeared rapidly, instead replaced by something halfway between panic and suspicion. His hand shot out, grabbing the collar of her dress.

“Who told you that?” he asked urgently.

Darcy patted his hand as if tapping out of a submission hold. “I yield, I yield! I come in peace!”

Peter’s grip loosened. He let go of her, letting Darcy sit back in her booth seat and catch her breath.

“That did not go how I expected it to,” Darcy said. “I don’t know how I expected it to go… But that definitely wasn’t it.”

When Peter didn’t answer, she found him staring at her. Staring down, specifically. Darcy looked down, finding that her dress had gotten caught on the wrong side of her huge bust. The lacy straps of a lingerie bra were visible. With a bit of effort, she scooched her dress higher up on her body.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, but oh well,” she said. “Listen, Peter. Nobody told me. It’s just that I’m pretty used to superhumans because, you know, Thor and everything, and you showed the signs. I pieced it together from there.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Peter said quietly.

“I didn’t plan on it…” Darcy said.

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She remembered the strength he grabbed her with. She pictured that strength being put to a different purpose, all that power and youthful vigor. Unable to help herself, she chose to tease him a bit, like she had at their first meeting.

“If you’re worried about my mouth,” she said, leaning over the table, “then I guess you’ll just have to fill it with something else.”

Peter took one look at her and dug through his pocket, yanking out cash and change and tossing it down. He dragged Darcy out of the restaurant by the hand a moment later. She couldn’t have pulled out of his grip if she tried, and this alone was enough to get Darcy even more excited.

As soon as they were on the street, Darcy pressed her body into him, engulfing Peter’s upper arm in the chasm between her breasts.

“Even if you say you’re Spider-Man,” Darcy whispered in his ear, “why don’t you show me some proof.”

Peter looked in both directions. He suddenly pulled Darcy into an alley, but not just that, he began to scale it. 

He ran right up a wall until they were dangling thirty feet off the ground. He was holding Darcy by the hips. She could feel her feet swaying, but she trusted him to keep a good hold of her.

“Oh no!” Darcy said. “I’ve suddenly been possessed by a sudden, uncontrollable desire to scream Spider-Man’s secret identity, unless I had SOMETHING ELSE to keep my mouth busy.”

She batted her eyelashes at Peter. A moment later, she screamed as she felt herself drop.

She only fell a foot or so. There was a chain of THWIP! noises, and something sticky surrounded her wrists, pinning her to the wall. Darcy gasped. While her mouth was still open, Peter had undone his jeans, pulled out his cock, and shoved it in her mouth.

He didn’t just push it in there, though. No, he planted his feet on the wall next to Darcy’s head, so that his crotch was right in her face, and he hammered his huge dick into her mouth with the wall directly on the other side.

His penis went straight into her throat, slamming into her wet, sensitive skin in ways it had never been touched before. Her nose buried in his pubic hair. Darcy got an extremely strong whiff of manly musk before Peter’s body pulled away and slammed into her again.

Spit streamed down her face and dripped off of Peter’s balls as Darcy’s throat got used and abused. Her glasses had been knocked onto an odd angle, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t have to see in order to act as a warm hole.

“I’ve always wanted to try this!” Peter groaned. “But I was scared I’d accidentally break the girl!”

It was good to see Darcy’s teasing had gotten him past his natural reservations. That’s when the really fun sex starts. And what are sexy older professors for, if not reassuring you that they won’t break no matter how you use them?

Darcy started to use her tongue, but there was only so much you can do when it’s pinned to the bottom of your mouth by all that thick cock. Darcy couldn’t even use her hands to help out, considering they were pinned to the wall. She just had to take it. She wasn’t complaining. 

Darcy closed her eyes and opened her lips even wider. She enjoyed the sensations as much as she could, forcing herself not to think about the sore throat that was in her future. Peter’s grunts grew louder as he continued thrusting.

When he came, Darcy’s eyes snapped open. She felt his orgasm, but couldn’t taste the cum that came with it, because that all went straight down into her stomach. It was still a feeling she enjoyed.

When Peter pulled out of her, all that makeup she’d put on for this meeting was a mess. Her dress had been stained by her own spit, which was also making her cleavage shine. Her glasses were still angled on her face. Darcy was sure she looked like a mess, but she knew it was a hot mess, at least.

“You’re amazing Professor— Darcy,” Peter corrected himself just in time. She smiled.

“It’s nice to have my talents recognized,” Darcy said. “And speaking of my talents, get this dress off of them!”

Peter actually flipped her upside down in order to get her dress off, so that he didn’t have to undo the webs holding her hands down. As Darcy faced the wall, she felt the zipper on the back of her dress slide down… Or up in this case, because of her position. Peter pulled it off, but instead of letting her back down, pulled off the rest of her lingerie while the blood was still rushing to Darcy’s head.

“You’re supposed to take your time with that!” Darcy complained. “It’s supposed to be an erotic process?”

“Sorry!” Peter said. “I just wanted to fuck you so badly…”

Darcy blushed. “I guess it’s fine, then. This time.”

Peter let her back down. He’d taken off his own clothes at the same time, and Darcy watched him lower them to the ground along with her dress on a long strand of webbing. Then he was right in front of her, his dick pressing against her pussy.

“Can I go hard?” he asked.

She almost rolled her eyes.

“Do it,” Darcy said. “Prove that you’re Spider-Man, one last time.”

Peter thrusted into her so hard that the clap of her thighs was louder than the honking cabs on the next street over.

People looked at them, but Peter had already thought ahead. He’d sprayed walls of webbing that blocked them from sight. It was a testament to how much crime fighting he had been doing that pedestrians didn’t look twice. They just assumed Spider-Man was doing something and left it at that. 

He was doing something. He was doing Darcy.

Darcy was experiencing a contrast that was making her brain short circuit. One one hand, she was being fucked rougher, with more strength and manly power, than she had ever experienced in her life. Each thrust felt like it would break her, and yet she lasted through each one, feeling her titties bounce and her thighs recoil.

But at the same time, she could see Peter’s face this time, and he looked so earnest. He was genuinely just doing his best. He was making her and himself feel good to the best of his ability, and he didn't even realize that it was already the greatest sex Darcy had ever had. Was this what superhumans were like? Jane never mentioned THAT part.

“Can I bite them?” Peter asked suddenly.

“Please!” Darcy moaned.

Peter’s mouth latched onto her nipples. He sucked at her skin instead of biting, maybe because he wasn’t used to this, but his body was so much stronger than a regular person’s that it almost felt like teeth were involved. As his lips moved to new places on Darcy’s huge boobs, bruises were left in the shape of his lips, just because he was sucking that hard.

Darcy could feel the tugging on her chest, and it only made her moan more loudly. She wanted to wrap her hands around his back, but she couldn't because they were trapped. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his hips, determined to hold tight.

She was doing this to help a good person relax and blow off steam, she reminded herself. And what was the most stressful part about sex? Pulling out. So why should he have to? He’d saved so many lives… Who cared if he accidentally created one? Darcy could deal with that, maybe even with Peter’s help…

She came just from the thought, squeezing him tighter even though she knew he wouldn’t be able to feel the difference.

“Give it to me Spider-Man!” she begged. “Give it to me, Peter! You can dump it all inside! Darcy can take it!”

The sex was so good, it even had her speaking in third person. Jesus, that was how you knew it was serious!

Darcy’s glasses tumbled off her face, pinging down the wall and landing on her dress down below. Peter was growing more confident, and that meant when she sucked on her breasts, he did so even harder. Darcy felt like something inside of her was going to tear, but it never quite did, leaving her with the greatest feeling ever.

Peter suddenly ignored her breasts, and before Darcy could realize what was happening, he had latched onto her neck, sucking with just as much force. She screamed and orgasmed, her toes curling as her legs squeezed his lower back.

“Inside!” she gasped. “You can do it inside!”

“Really?” Peter asked. “I mean, are you sure—”

Darcy lurched her head forward, biting his neck like he did to her. Peter stiffened. With his dick stuffed inside of her, he came everywhere for the second time that week, filling her up just as much as he had in that classroom. When Peter pulled his dick free, globs dripped all the way down to the alley floor.

“Was that really okay?” Peter asked again.

“Spider-Man deserves it,” Darcy said tiredly. “For all he’s done.”

“You know, that’s really nice of you, Darcy,” Peter said. “But what about…”

He looked down. Cum still oozed from the slit of his cock, but it hadn’t softened at all. Darcy ached everywhere, in a good way, but when she looked at that, she felt her sore pussy throb.

“Pick a hole,” Darcy said, “and we’ll see what we can do.”