Wardrobe Malfunction (Peter/Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova)

Late post because I wrote more than usual for this one.

When Peter made the (some might say) insane decision to cut himself off from everyone in his life, he expected to be lonely. Obviously. But if that was the cost to keep those he loved safe, it was one he would pay without looking back.

As it turned out, that wasn’t actually necessary. See, the problem hadn’t been that Peter had friends. The problem was that they were from a different world than him, and Peter’s world was dangerous. So, when making connections, the key was to do it with people who were already from the same world as him.

Being active as a superhero in Manhattan, Peter inevitably ran into others doing the same thing. There were two of them, and they’d met before; both were taking on the mantles of heroes who had come before them. It was Black Widow and Hawkeye… the NEW ones. 

Peter swung on a web, flipping away. A blast of purple energy narrowly missed him, pulverizing the wall of a nearby business.

“Careful, Peter!” shouted Kate. “This is New York! Insurance is EXPENSIVE! Even letting them hit walls could ruin lives!”

“What does she want me to do?” Peter mumbled to himself, sticking on the side of the alley. “Get hit instead?”

Kate Bishop was a few years older than him. She dropped out of college in order to fight crime after managing to meet her idol, Clint Barton, the original Hawkeye. She was also pretty, with dark hair and sharp eyes and a nice body. She pulled back her bowstring and launched arrows at their enemy for the day: a bank robber who looked like a medieval knight on steroids.

Peter was pretty sure the guy inside the suit was actually an ordinary dude, but he’d somehow gotten his hands on something of alien origins. It didn’t look like an iron man suit, it was way bulkier with jagged edges and a spiked helmet. Glowing lines were visible all over the surface of the metal, purple in color. Which coincidentally was the same color as the blasts he could shoot out of his hands.

“Leave me alone!” the guy yelled in an accent strong enough to fit in inside a bodega. “Just lemme take the money! I don’t wanna hurt ya’s!”

He was sending mixed messages, because as soon as he spoke he fired another blast of energy at Peter, who dodged again.

“The insurance—”

“Not now Kate!” Peter yelled.

While he swung on webs to dodge three more energy bolts, the third member of their team stepped out.

She rushed the armored man fearlessly. She kicked the man in the back of the knee, targeting the joint, but the blow completely failed to get through his defenses. Instead, she jumped and swung up the armor, wrapping her legs around his neck. Bracelets on her wrists fired electric bolts point blank. All it did was make the glowing lines on the armor shine brighter. A big gauntleted hand reached up and snagged her by the bag of the shirt, hurling her at Kate.

The two tumbled over in a heap. Yelena Belova ended up on top of their archer ally. And by that, Peter meant that her fat ass was smothering Kate’s face while Yelena lay on her back on top of Kate.

“Ger’off!” Kate groaned, pushing Yelena away.

Yelena rolled off, groaning and pressing her hands to her back. “So aggressive, Kate Bishop. You know we ought to work on that. We will use our words first—”

“Less snark, more duck!” 

Kate tackled Yelena away. A bolt of energy hit where they’d been, breaking a water pipe and causing a column to spout into the air. Kate’s quick thinking saved them, but it also meant she ended up with her boobs pressed down in Yelena’s face.

Kate scrambled up, looking at their enemy, but Yelena was much more calm.

“You know, I think the two of us are growing closer Kate Bishop,” she said. “Our relationship grows deeper with each passing day.”

“Would you focus?” Kate pleaded.

“Why do I have to?” Yelena said. “Peter will handle it.”

At first, Peter felt kinda bad for the bank robber dude. He hadn’t seemed all that evil, and he kept saying how he didn’t want to hurt them. No civilians had been hurt either, which was impressive with the level of weapon he was using. But that last shot had been too far. He could’ve really hurt Peter’s new teammates. So Peter swung straight toward him. 

The guy raised both his arms and charged up twin blasts, but Peter’s webs hit them first. He swung forward and yanked the guy's arms back toward his own armor. When the energy shot out, it blasted off the helmet, revealing an ordinary dude with a scruffy beard. 

When his head was revealed, the guy started to run, but Peter didn’t let him. He hit the guy with his body, slamming him down with a big metallic crash.

“Now!” Peter shouted.

Kate already had her bow drawn. She shot a nonlethal arrow that effortlessly hit the opening in the armor, knocking out the guy inside the armor. Peter sighed with relief seeing that things were finishing up. Until he heard an ominous whirring.

“Pilot unconscious,” a voice said in garbled english. “Repeat, pilot unconscious. Final defense protocols initiated.”

That didn’t sound good. Peter’s spider sense going absolutely crazy confirmed this. He used all of his strength to tear the armor open wider. As he did this, he felt energy inside of it making the metal vibrate. He pulled out the pilot and threw him a safe distance away in Yelena’s direction. It was a perfect throw, but when Yelena saw him coming she wrinkled her nose and stepped to the side, leaving him to land hard on his face.

“Yelena!” Kate said.

“What?” Yelena said. “He tried to kill us. I am not catching him. Only Kate Bishop gets to land on me. Or Peter, if he wanted to.”

“Peter!” Kate said.

“Yes, that is not strange,” Yelena said. “The three of us are close as teammates, we eat together and punch villains together, I think it is only natural we are close enough to land on each other willingly.”

Yelena turned her head sharply as the suit of armor exploded in a big purple fire.

“Oh,” she said. “THAT is what you meant.”

“Peter!” Kate said again and rushed forward.

There was the sound of coughing above her. “I’m okay!”

Peter had thrown himself up to avoid most of the blast. The explosion had also sent shrapnel into the surrounding area, which should have been very dangerous, but Peter’s spider senses had allowed him to avoid those. Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same for his clothes.

The metal had sliced his suit up pretty bad. He didn’t realize the full extent of it until he landed on the ally floor and saw how Kate and Yelena were looking at him.

Peter looked down at himself. His abs were visible as the shirt over his stomach had been cut up to ribbons. His right shoulder could also be seen, and his left calf. Finally, the most important part was right between his legs. 

Peter’s dick was hanging out of the suit. No wonder it felt so chilly down there. He gasped and covered his crotch with both hands.

“Wow. A prevented crime AND a show,” Yelena said.

“Hey, don’t be so shameless,” Kate said.

“You’re looking too!” Yelena exclaimed.

Both the girls were staring straight at Peter’s crotch, and had been since they saw his dick, even now after he was covering up.

“Can— Can I have a minute?” Peter said.

“Go right ahead. Fix it any time—” Yelena didn’t get to finish as Kate grabbed her and forced her to look away.

“Spoilsport,” Yelena complained.

Peter did all he could to protect his modesty, but to be honest, it didn’t really work. When he stuffed his dick back inside the suit, his balls popped out. When he pushed those away, he ended up right back where he started. Eventually, with a little work, he MOSTLY managed to hide his privates.

Kate cleared her throat, turning back to him and allowing Yelena to do the same. “Alright. I’m glad you’ve got that… under control. Kind of. You don’t have regular clothes around?” 

“They’re back at the hideout,” Peter said.

“Don’t get us wrong, we don’t mind,” Yelena said. Her eyes were pretty honest about where they were looking for a spy. 

Sirens were getting closer.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kate said. 

“To the getaway car!” Yelena cried happily. 

She started running. Seconds later Kate cursed, running after her. “Wait! You’re NOT driving!”

Peter hobbled after them, trying to keep his crumbling suit together properly.

When he arrived behind the other two, however, he found them standing there staring at a pile of scrap metal and leaking oil.

“My car,” Kate said hollowly.

“I guess one of the blasts hit it,” Yelena said.

“My car,” Kate repeated, sniffing as she tried not to cry. “My car!”

Yelena rubbed her back. “Cheer up Kate Bishop. It was kind of a piece of shit anyway.”

Kate went for her bow, forcing Yelena to put her in an arm bar.

“How are we supposed to get out of here?” Peter asked.

He could swing away, but they couldn’t. And right now, swinging away would mean flashing all of New York for him. The pictures people would get would ruin him.

A loud honk got their attention as a yellow taxi sped up beside them. The sirens of cop cars were getting loud now. The cabby rolled down his window.

“Get in, Spider-man!” said the driver. “And your girlfriends can come too! I’ll take you anywhere! If it wasn’t for you, that maniac would’ve broken my cab.”

“Oh, they’re not my—”

Peter couldn’t finish as the girls grabbed his hands and dragged him into the backseat. 

“Thank you for the ride,” Kate and Yelena said in unison.

The cabby sped away as they gave him directions to the neighborhood that had their hideout. Kate owned it; an apartment that could shelter them. Yelena was living there, Kate had basically moved in too, and Peter was there all the time. As they sat in the back of the cab, music blaring from the radio, Peter conceived how utterly goofy this situation was.

“What was that thing?” the cabby asked them.

“Dunno,” Kate said. She winced and rubbed her elbow. “It sure packed a punch, though.”

“Yes,” Yelena said. “But I do not know why you are complaining. I am the one who got thrown.”

“I’m complaining because I had your fat ass thrown on top of me!” Kate said.

“No,” Yelena said. “No, no, no Kate Bishop.” She wagged her finger. “You are calling me a fat ass, but that is not correct. The only fat ass to do with me is the one that I have. Which yes, was thrown into you, but you know that you enjoyed it.”

The cab driver looked thrilled by what he was hearing, but Peter felt himself growing uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was turning. It was reminding him of the position Yelena and Kate—both pretty women—had ended up in back in the ally. Not only that, Yelena was drawing specific attention to her best asset, which was making Peter think about it. All that work he put into hiding his dick was being ruined as it started to swell.

“Oh, sure, brag about your ass,” Kate said. “But I saved your life AND you got to bury my face in your chest. I know you’ve been giving my boobs side eye for ages. Jealous?”

“Why would I be?” Yelena asked. “Sometimes you make very little sense. My own are better than yours anyway.”

“Except they're just not,” Kate said, crossing her arms.

“Aha!” Yelena said. “You know it is true! Look, you are trying to prop yours up now!”

Blushing, Kate quickly uncrossed her arms.

“Even if they’re about the same size, mine have better shape!” Kate said.

“They did feel that way,” Yelena said. “But better than mine? No, I do not believe it. If you doubt it, go on and put your face where my face was. You will feel my breasts well then.

The argument was put to a sudden end by the sound of straining fabric. The scraps of his suit that Peter tucked his dick into had just stretched and torn. His erection shot out: ten inches of throbbing cock meat with twitching veins and a swollen head. Peter tried to cover up, but now it was literally impossible. What he was trying to cover was way bigger than his hands, and he had even less of his suit to try and hide it behind.

“Wow!” Kate said.

“Aw, it looks like our friend has gotten excited,” Yelena purred. “Did you like our conversation?”

“No,” Peter said. He looked down at his throbbing dick, feeling like a NSFW Pinocchio. “Maybe. But just ignore it—”

The cab pulled off to the side of the road. Peter looked around in confusion, because this wasn’t the place they directed the driver to. It was just an ally that looked kind of like the one they fought the villain in that was away from prying eyes. The cabbie cleared his throat. 

“I appreciate y’all saving my car,” he said. “So… just keep it in one piece.”

He opened the door and got out, giving his saviors a different kind of reward than expected: a little bit of privacy to continue their conversation in a way that wouldn’t enjoy much talking.

“What a wingman,” Kate said, sounding impressed.

“Less talking, Kate Bishop, and more using your mouth for other things,” Yelena said.

She bent over and started to suck Peter’s dick. Kate briefly hesitated before doing the same. As Peter groaned, leaning back in his seat, he couldn’t help picturing the cabbie’s face in the sky, grinning at Peter and giving him a thumbs up. 

Yelena’s tongue was as dexterous as the rest of her body. She made intricate patterns with the tip of it on Peter’s dick while her lips plunged down. After sucking on him, she switched to licking one side of his shaft, leaving the other side for Kate to get to.

“You guys…” Peter groaned, putting his hand on the back of their necks.

“Do not sound so shocked, Peter,” Yelena said. “We reaffirmed how close we have become, no? So when you discover that someone you are so close to has a dick like this, it is only natural to get a taste.”

While Yelena talked Kate put her head above Peter’s tip and started deepthroating him. She took him so deep that he entered her throat, but she didn’t even reach the actual base of his cock. The sound of Kate gagging bounced off the walls of the taxi.

“You are hogging him!” Yelena complained. “After I shared SO nicely. Fine. I will do my own thing!”

She stuck out her tongue and used it to lick Peter’s balls. Simultaneously, she pushed her hand through one of the gaps in his suit, reaching up and pinching his nipple. She rolled her thumb over the nub, making Peter audibly moan.

The team chemistry they had built up in fights apparently extended to other passionate pursuits. Peter found himself breathing hard. When he was about to cum in Kate’s throat, Yelena sat up and grabbed Kate’s hair, pulling her off of him.

Kate glared. There was spit around her lips. One of Peter’s pubes had come loose on her cheek, too.

“What was that for?” Kate said. “I almost had him!”

“First, that was a team effort,” Yelena said. “Did you not see what I was doing? My tongue was out and it was going like—” she stuck it out and mimicked licking. “I was doing at least as much as you. Second, did you forget about our argument? We can settle it.”

“How?” Kate asked.

“How do you think?” Yelena said.

After a moment, without any kind of hesitation, they both grabbed their shirts and took them off. They get rid of their bras right after. Their tits were almost exactly the same size, but Kate’s were a little more angular while Yelena’s were plumper. Yelena had very fat nubs on the tip of each areola. Kate’s nipples were small and pointy. They leaned in from opposite sides, using the meat of their breasts instead of their mouths. The two girls moved their torsos, rubbing Peter with their breasts. Yelena’s tongue darted out, licking his cockhead.

“Hey! Cheating! That’s not your boobs!” Kate said.

“It is not my fault that I have other assets I can make use of,” Yelena said condescendingly. “Peter. Grab my ass.”

“What?” Peter said.

“Go on, grab it. My pants are not padded. All of that is natural, so go ahead and squeeze it,” Yelena urged him.

“If you touch her ass, you have to touch mine too!” Kate said.

Peter reached out in both directions. Kate had on black cargo pants that held on tightly to her body, while Yelena’s pants were soft athletic material. Peter squeezed, marveling at how soft both the girls felt. He imagined their muscular glutes would be stiffer than that!

They hadn’t stopped giving him a tit job either. Their breasts weren’t small, but they weren’t massive for this kind of a job. Still, their persistence (and occasional cheating as they used their tongue) was enough to get Peter to cum.

The load shot from the tip of his dick and landed straight across the face of both superheroines. They looked excitedly at him.

“So whose boobs made you cum?” they both demanded. “It must have been mine!”

Peter was breathing hard. For some reason, his head felt far away.

“...Peter?” Kate asked. “You don’t look great.”

He moved like a blur. Peter pulled off the remnants of his costume and tore apart his mask. After having such a long day, the adrenaline had kicked back in and was driving his instincts crazy. His grip on their asses tightened, and Peter tore off the remaining parts of their clothes in one go. 

“The hell!” yelped Kate.

“This seems fun!” Yelena said. 

Peter shoved Kate against the window on her stomach. She tried to look back at him, but he put Yelena on top of her immediately after. 

“This is different,” Kate said.

“I think he’s gone crazy!” Yelena said. “How exciting.”

Their little conference didn’t last any longer than that. Peter thrusted into Kate, stretching her open in ways she had never experienced before in her whole life. Although Kate was the one that Peter’s dick went into, because Yelena was on top of her, his thrust pushed both of them forward. Their cheeks mashed into the window of the cab.

“I am going to be sore tomorrow,” Yelena said happily.

“You’re not the one with her pussy being split in two!” Kate said.

Peter wasn’t completely crazy. It was just, he hadn’t had any kind of sexual relief for a long time. It had been building up in him for a while, given that he was halfway living with these two beautiful women. Like when Kate bent over to open the fridge and her pants stretched. Or how Yelena had no sense of shame, and walked around their base in just a loose towel when she finished showering.

Their teasing today had been the last straw. Peter had already cum once, and there was plenty more where that came from.

The whole cab shook on its wheels hard enough to make the suspension squeak. The girls were still being pushed against the glass. Yelena’s boobs were pushing into Kate’s back, while Kate’s boobs were swinging underneath her chest. The fat ass that Yelena had been bragging about was right there in front of him. Peter gave it a smack.

“Mmmph!” Yelena moaned. “He is… rougher than I imagined!”

“Is it too much for you?” Kate said.

“Not hardly. I love a bit of pain. Like hot sauce!” Yelena said. “But I worry that you won’t be able to handle it, Kate Bishop…”

Kate growled. “Peter! I can take it harder!”

Peter’s next few thrusts made the whole cab tilt sideways. It was a good thing the cabbie had found such a secluded spot, because one look at the outside of the car would give away precisely what was going on inside.

The two girls were still competing. Bored since she wasn’t being penetrated and Peter hadn’t spanked her again, Yelena reached under Kate to play with her breasts. Kate retaliated by reaching back and smacking Yelena’s ass as well as she could, although it was hard to get any power going from that position.

“She cannot have it inside of her!” Yelena said gleefully. “It is not safe! But inside me, you can cum as much as you want! Give me your load, Peter!”

“No!” Kate said. “Just put the first one in me! It’ll be fine! Probably.”

Peter compromised. Instead of risking knocking Kate up, he switched holes. She bellowed as Peter penetrated her asshole. He didn’t fuck it for long, just a few seconds, but that was enough for the ache to settle it. Kate couldn’t handle it and squirted all over the cab upholstery. Peter felt a little bad about the way the cab was going to smell after this.

His worries didn’t last long as he started to cum again. He poured a cream filling into Kate’s backdoor, letting her feel his warm spunk seep into her. Kate’s legs shook, barely holding her up. Peter was already moving on.

“My turn?” Yelena said. “Yay! This seems like very much fun.”

Peter remembered the hot sauce analogy and decided that Yelena liked it rough. Good for her, because there was no rough like having a man with superstrength ravage you. 

Peter grabbed the cheeks of her fat ass. His hands stuck because of his powers, and he squeezed until he was gripping clumps of her skin in his palm. He put one foot up on the cab seat, the other down on the floor, and started fucking Yelena hard.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Yelena said. “Now THAT I’ve never felt before. It… I… Oh, cumming!”

Her moaning and incessant talking (apparently she got chatty while being fucked) switched to Russian. Peter was fucking her too hard for her to stay in accented English. All she could think about was what Peter was doing to her. He could feel her cumming on his dick, and soon he came again himself.

It happened quickly because Peter didn’t even try to stop it from happening. He had a lot of lust to work through, and like Yelena advertised, she was like the perfect beautiful receptacle for all his orgasms. She couldn’t get pregnant, so he could just keep pouring in more cum. Two orgasms, three, four, then five. Peter fucked her until he felt his dick forcibly lose its shape and its balls contract. The windows had been completely fogged up on all sides. After being somewhat forgotten, Kate had managed to roll over on her back, and was biting her lip and touching herself while looking up at Yelena’s face.

“Enjoying… yourself… down below… me…” Yelena panted in an exhausted way.

“Oh, you know me,” Kate said. “I make do.”

They took a moment catching their breath. Cum was pouring out of Yelena’s pussy, all of it landing on Kate’s stomach. Kate moaned as she climaxed again from touching herself, then her hands fell limply beside her crotch as she joined the others in relaxing. The entire cab smelled like the pussy-destroying sex that had just occurred inside of it.

Peter looked down at the fabric scraps all around them. Slowly, he reached up and scratched his head.

“So… how are we going to get home?” he asked.

Kate and Yelena looked at each other. 

“How fast can you swing?” Kate asked him.

That afternoon, a few New Yorkers claimed they saw Spider-man swing by. That was mildly unusual, but these people insisted he was naked, and that he had two equally naked beauties hanging onto him. No one managed to snap a picture for proof, though. Yelena insisted that was because they were distracted by her “Fat ass.”