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😂💫Pleasure | Peter Parker💫😂

By: Marvelgbt-posts

3rd P.o.V.

"Fu- aaah~!" Spider-Man moaned, arching his back and missing his target by a yard as pleasure surged between his legs. The villain he was aiming at chuckled, bag of stolen items tucked under his arm, "Oh Spidey, you sound so cute when you moan~" [V/N] smiled, continuing the pleasure until his enemy was on the ground, writing in the overwhelming stimulation. "I wish I could see what your face looks like in utter bliss, why don't we find out?"

[V/N] moved to remove the mask, scaring Spider-Man senseless. "Haha, so gullible. I may be evil, but I'm not that evil, Spidey. Oh well, ta ta!" Spider-Man watched as [V/N] walked backwards toward the ledge, before jumping off and disappearing into the night. Spider-Man sighed in relief as the buzzing feeling in his lower region slowly faded away.

***

Peter yelled in frustration. No one was home, he was alone in the Avengers Tower. Peter let his gaze wander to the window, staring out into the city. It was beautiful. But it didn't help soothe the inner hatred. He let pleasure get in the way of getting the job done, now [V/N] was out stealing stuff. Tony had scolded him, telling Peter he should be more careful with a villain that controls such a sexual power. But, of course, Peter didn't listen. Now he was a laughing stock all over the news. 'Spider-Man: Queen's #1 Hero , Fails To Catch [V/N] Because of 'Distractions' And Loses Battle'. Peter couldn't be more embarrassed.

2nd P.o.V.

You sighed, counting the money for the 3rd time, since your boss wanted to make sure you filled your quota all the way. 'Yep,' you thought, 'Definitely $30,000,000.'

After handing the money, you decided to go out for some fresh air. Who knows? Maybe you might meet your favorite arachnid tonight as well...

Surprisingly you didn't, even after all the laws you've broken. Instead, you got Captain America. His sounds were... less appealing... to say the least. That was enough to make you stop and return everything. Hopping onto a rooftop, you yelled to the Winter Soldier on the ground, still recomposing himself. "Hey, where's my usual toy?" you growled, and Cap looked up at you. He smirked, "Not allowed to see you, per Stark's orders."

***

Spider-Man pulled off his mask, now Peter Parker. Flopping onto the bed, Peter read the time and date. It had been almost a week since he's fought you. He was beginning to mis-

Oh.

Oh no...

Peter looked down, the raging boner evident through his suit. 'Shit,' he thought.

***

Here he was now, all suited up in front of you. "So, Spidey. Daddy finally let you out of the cave?"

"Shut up," He seethed bitterly, "I came here for a favor."

"And why should I grant you this 'favor'?" You smirked, having your suspicions on what this request might be, but choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Because my reputation has been ruined 'cause of you," Spider-Man took one step towards you- still keeping his distance since your magic could only go so far. It hurt his throat to be yelling at you from two buildings over, when he could be screaming your nam-

'No... no no no... I-... I'm not falling for him am I?' Peter thought, 'Shit... that's bad...'

"Fair enough. That last new report got me in tears-" you paused, "-laughing on the floor." You laughed obnoxiously, "I know why you're here. It's so obvious with that suit you're wearing. Need [V/N] to help you with your friend?" Spider-Man blushed, happy his mask covered it from you. The thought aroused him and he wasn't even within your powers' reach.

You didn't have a mask on. It was practically useless. Everyone knew you, your face, your reputation, your family. At the moment, all you wore was a black shirt and some jeans with sneakers. You stood up from the ledge you sat on, "If this is to work, we can't have secrets. I'm not gonna fuck you in you're suit. For all i know you might be thirty-five with a wife and kids-" you knew it wasn't true, but you needed an excuse, "- and plus, that suit turns me off. Sorry. But I don't just fuck random strangers, sorry."

If Peter was in his right mind, he would have declined. He would have swung himself out right then and there. But he wasn't. He was horny and his brain was clouded with lust.

So he let you do with his body as you pleased, and you better believe it was on every news channel ever...