FIC: A Spider-Harem Christmas (Spider-Man)

Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man

Summary: Peter Parker and his four girlfriends have a very Merry Christmas at Stark Tower. (Peter/Darcy/Gwen/Wanda/Natasha)

Content Warnings/Themes: Breast sex, breast sucking, ceiling sex, light consensual spanking, prone bone, spooning, lovemaking

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“What do you get the man who already has everything?” Tony Stark asked, obviously rhetorically. “Some people have complained about having to answer this question when it comes to finding the right Christmas present for me. But if you ask me, there’s a young man in this room who’s even tougher to shop for.”

Tony, carrying a large wrapped box in his arms as he walked around one of the living rooms in Stark Tower, stopped directly in front of the couch Peter Parker was sitting on. It was a big couch, but it still felt cramped with Peter, Gwen, Natasha, Wanda, and Darcy all sharing it. That wasn't a problem from Peter's perspective, though. Having four beautiful girls surrounding him was a pretty dang good place to be—and these four beautiful girls all happened to be his girlfriends, to boot.

“I am a happily married man now, but you might remember that I used to be a bit of a playboy in my younger days,” Tony said. That understatement earned a snort from his wife Pepper and chuckles and eye rolls from some of the other Avengers and friends of Avengers that had been invited to this Christmas party at Stark Tower, but Tony ignored all of it. “There might have even been a time or two where my couch was as crowded as yours currently is, at least for a night. But a relationship with four women at the same time, three of them being Avengers? I don’t know how you’re able to walk in the mornings, Parker.”

“We don’t make it easy on him,” Gwen quipped from Peter’s left.

“Believe me, I know,” Tony said. “So does everyone else who’s ever spent the night in the tower when you stay over, unless they don’t have functional ears.”

“Hey, not our fault we found a guy who can keep up with all four of us until we pass out,” Natasha said with a smirk. “You knew what you were getting into when you offered to throw this Christmas party.”

“Indeed, I did,” Tony said, nodding. “Which brings me to my gift. Or the second half of it, at least. The first half of the gift is more for the rest of us than it is for you, honestly. I repurposed one of our unused former research rooms into a bedroom, which is where the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man and his Amazing Spider-Harem will be staying. The walls of the bedroom are completely soundproof, which means I won’t be spending the final hours of my Christmas in bed with my wife, listening to my clever young protege make four lovely young women scream their heads off.” He looked around the room. “Merry Christmas to all of you, too. Enjoy actually being able to sleep soundly over here for a change.”

“I mean, I didn’t mind, really,” Scott Lang said, shrugging. “Listening to the Black Widow screaming spank me again, daddy, as she—and I’ll shut up now.” Natasha didn’t even have to say a word to cut him off. She just stared at him and raised an eyebrow, and that was enough to silence Ant-Man.

“Wise choice,” Natasha said, nodding.

“Anyway, that’s the half of the gift that’s for the rest of us,” Tony said, clearing his throat. “This is for you. Something tells me you’ll find some stuff in there that’ll help you have an even happier Christmas.” He tossed the box at Peter.

“Oh, uh, thanks, Tony," he said. Tony had long since demanded that he stop calling him 'Mr. Stark', but he would always think of the man as a mentor.

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” Tony said. “Merry Christmas. But you might want to wait until you’re up in your room before you rip the wrapping paper off, unless you’re willing to pay to get Lang’s drool out of my carpet.”

--

It hadn’t taken long for Peter and the girls to see just how much use they were going to get out of the items in the box. Tony had chosen well. They really must be loud for their friends to have figured out their individual preferences solely based on what they could hear through the walls. A few years ago, the thought would have embarrassed the hell out of Peter. But carrying on a relationship with four gorgeous women worked wonders at boosting a guy's confidence, as he'd learned over the last ten months or so.

No one else had even seen the bottle of lubricant before Darcy snatched it up, but none of the others would have reached for it anyway. Darcy had whipped her shirt and bra off almost immediately before handing the bottle to Peter with a grin. She hadn't needed to say a word because he'd known exactly what she wanted at once. Naturally, he was more than happy to squirt the lubricant into his hands and rub it into her breasts. Any excuse Peter could find to grab Darcy's boobs, he would take. He never needed to try hard to come up with such excuses, though, because Darcy usually provided them for him.

Once he’d gotten her tits nice and shiny, Peter happily straddled Darcy’s chest and slid his cock between her boobs. She used her hands to push her large tits together, offering the perfect amount of friction for him to thrust back and forth between them. He could happily spend an entire night playing with the boobs of any of his four girlfriends, but none of them loved boob groping or fucking quite like Darcy did. The others might do it because they knew that he liked it, but Darcy got nearly as much excitement out of tittyfucking as Peter did. He grunted and groaned as he fucked her breasts, and Darcy smiled up at him from her back.

“Merry Christmas to me,” Darcy giggled, licking her lips. “God, I love this!”

“We know," Wanda said. Peter glanced over at her and saw her standing beside the bed, midway through changing out of her dress and into some skimpy Christmas lingerie she'd brought with her. He groaned and stared at Wanda's bare asscheeks for a moment before a kiss on his cockhead reminded him that he shouldn't be looking anywhere but straight down at the busty doctor offering up her chest.

“Am I not enough for you, Spider-Man?" she asked, grinning. She loved calling him Spider-Man and loved to say it even more during sex. Probably had something to do with the fact that their first meeting had been him saving her from The Sandman and swinging her to safety. His three other girlfriends were all accomplished heroes in their own right, but he didn't mind letting Darcy tap into her hero worship with him.

“You're always enough," he assured her and then groaned as she used her hands to make her breasts shake and wiggle against his cock.

“Careful, big guy," Natasha warned him. "You might make the rest of us jealous." He looked over at her and almost came on the spot. Natasha had thrown on one of the outfits that had been in Tony's box of goodies. It was a festive Santa corset, and unless he was mistaken, she’d topped it off with a bright red thong. She was facing him, but he could picture how her ass looked from here.

“We wouldn’t want that,” he mumbled.

“No, I guess we wouldn’t,” Darcy said, sighing. She stopped squeezing her boobs together and nodded up at him. “We should probably move on to the sex now. Like, the real sex. I’m gonna need that thing inside of me before you move on to your next horny girlfriend.”

“Thanks for not trying to hog our boyfriend all night,” Wanda said, chuckling.

“Yeah, sure," Darcy said before lowering her voice to a mutter that only Peter could hear clearly. "Like I want Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and Spider-Woman all pissed off at me at the same time.”

“How do you want it?” Peter asked, hiding a laugh at her muttered comment. Rather than answering him, Darcy put her arms around his neck and guided him down on top of her. Her legs spread for him, and she brought his face right into her boobs. No surprise there. If he wasn’t actively fucking her boobs, Darcy usually liked to have him either groping them or sucking on them. She liked having him play with her breasts about as much as he liked doing it, which was a lucky break for both of them.

Darcy reached down between their bodies and wiggled to help him get lined up, but he didn’t need much help. He knew Darcy’s body very well by now, and he had plenty of experience with finding her entrance while his face was buried in boobs. It took only a couple of tries for him to line up and slide inside of Darcy. Predictably, she was dripping wet for him. As always, all the breast stimulation went a long way for his dark-haired girlfriend.

Peter said a silent thank you to Tony, or to whoever it was that had actually packed that box, for choosing a lubricant that was edible. It meant that he was able to put his all into making Darcy feel good, not only with the careful strokes that brushed her g-spot but also with plenty of stimulation of her sensitive nipples. His tongue danced across Darcy's left nipple while he moved two fingers in gentle circles against her right, and it did exactly what he hoped for it to do. Darcy moaned and hugged his head, running her fingers through his hair while they celebrated Christmas in what he knew she considered the best way possible. His hips were moving at her ideal pace, neither too slow nor too fast, and her nipples were receiving all of the attention they loved.

“Oh, that’s perfect!” Darcy cried. He’d only been making love to her for a few minutes at this point, and he could tell that she was already close. But all that time he’d spent with his dick between her boobs hadn’t been just for him. It had turned her on just as much, and they’d jumped straight from that to him hitting the perfect angle inside of her pussy with every thrust and giving her nipples constant attention with his fingers, lips and tongue. Of course she was going to get off quickly.

He wasn’t going to be that far behind her, but he didn’t dwell on his own pleasure and instead focused on hers. Peter had found that the best way for him to keep all four of his girlfriends happy was to think of them first and save worrying about himself until he’d already given them what they needed from him, and it served him well again now. The breast fucking had felt incredible, but he was able to keep thrusting into Darcy, playing with her boobs and stimulating her nipples until she hugged his head harder and moaned in climax. Peter held his pace and continued his nipple stimulation until she let go of his head and relaxed on the bed.

Now that she was done, it was time to deal with his orgasm. But Peter didn’t need to ask how she wanted him to finish. They all knew what Darcy’s favorite target was, and at the end of a romp like this one, it was even more apparent that there was only one option as to where and how it would be appropriate for Peter to finish. He pulled out of her tight sex and moved to straddle her chest again. Darcy’s eyes were only half-open after her orgasm, but she gave him a drowsy smile and pushed her breasts together, offering up the perfect target for him to paint white with cum.

Peter’s night was only just beginning. He still had three more girlfriends to satisfy, and he wouldn’t be getting any rest until he’d done so. But that didn’t stop him from coating Darcy’s big breasts with all the cum he could give her.

--

Everything about Peter’s love life defied common sense. Seriously, hooking up with any one of these four women would have been an incredible stroke of luck for any man. But landing all four of them, and as his girlfriends rather than just one amazing night? No one should ever be that lucky.

Out of the four, his relationship with Gwen Stacy was the most unexpected for sure. She’d come from a different world entirely; one where Peter Parker had never encountered any radioactive spiders, and the streets of New York had been protected by a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman instead. She wouldn't be able to return to her original world, and at this point, she wouldn't have gone back even if Dr. Strange or someone else somehow worked out a way to make it possible. Peter was glad about that. Even though he would remain the luckiest man in the world with only Darcy, Natasha, and Wanda in his life, that life would never feel complete again if Gwen ever disappeared from it.

There was no competition between Spider-Man and Spider-Woman. They’d worked together very well from the earliest days of their unlikely team-up, and their partnership had eventually blossomed into friendship and finally love, with Darcy, Wanda and Natasha being shockingly supportive of the feelings and willing to accept a fourth woman into their unusual (and amazing) relationship.

If they made a great team out on the streets, they made an equally formidable one in bed—or on the ceiling, as the case was now. Gwen wasn’t the first girl he’d fooled around with on the ceiling, but she was the first one who could join him for this kind of upside-down fun without him needing to do anything to help. There was no need for him to use his webbing to stick her feet to the ceiling or anything like that. Heck, he didn’t even need to do the moving. He was standing still on the ceiling, legs bent at the knees and hands resting on Gwen’s hips loosely, and she was doing the rest. Her feet were on the ceiling behind his thighs, her hands were on his chest, and her body hung upside down with her head pointed down at the bed, where Darcy was still recovering. It would have been a visually interesting position even if they'd both been completely still or if they'd used their webbing to aid their movement in some way. But they, or at least Gwen, were not motionless at all. She was sliding up and down the length of his cock, using the ceiling rather than the bed, the floor, or any other more common object that a woman would customarily plant her feet on while she rode a man.

“What the hell do you even call that position?” Wanda asked, watching them from the floor below.

“Is it technically reverse cowgirl?” Darcy offered, watching from her back with her head on the pillow and her boobs still out. “Just, like, a different kind of reverse?”

“No, that doesn’t sound right,” Natasha said. “More like inverted cowgirl, I’d say.”

"Inverted cowgirl?" Gwen said, pausing in her ride for a moment to consider it. "That's not bad. But how about spider-style?"

“Sounds about right,” Darcy agreed. “Who the hell could pull that off, other than the two of you?”

Spider-style sounded just fine with Peter. He loved everything about this partnership that he'd found with his fellow webslinger, and having her hang upside down from the ceiling and ride his cock felt like the perfect extension of their unique partnership. She was wearing a replica of her usual Spider-Woman suit, only recolored red and white in honor of the holiday. She'd never bothered putting the mask on, though, and she'd promptly ripped a hole in the crotch so she could join him up on the ceiling and drop down onto his cock without issue. Or was she dropping up onto his cock, technically?

Whatever; it didn’t matter. What mattered was that it felt fantastic. Somewhat surprisingly, Gwen had been a virgin before their first time together, but she had long since become comfortable and confident in her lovemaking skills. While using the ceiling for support, she rode Peter every bit as hard as she might have if they’d been doing this down on the bed. Even for Peter, who had to have more experience with ceiling/roof sex than anyone in the world, it was a surreal feeling to have Gwen's pussy lips sliding up and down his length with such a quick pace, given their position and where they were. Surreal and also amazing.

“I think I could get used to spider style,” he muttered, mostly to distract himself from how badly he needed to cum.

“Me too,” Gwen laughed. “Now shut up and let me ride.”

Peter knew better than to argue with a woman while she was riding his dick. He held onto her hips and kept his mouth...well, not closed, but he didn’t make any noise aside from his sighs and groans of pleasure, which he knew was what she’d meant anyway. Gwen rode him for several minutes more, improbably moving even faster as she got closer to her orgasm. Part of Peter couldn’t help worrying about the ceiling cracking or something, even though it had given him no reason to doubt its durability thus far. Gwen clearly wasn’t worried about it; she kept pushing her body down/up onto his dick, ignoring the laws of physics and racing after her climax like only a Spider-Woman could.

Her efforts paid off because she was soon moaning and dropping down/up so he was buried all the way inside of her pussy as her orgasm hit her. It would have been an incredible sight and feeling no matter what, but with her hanging from the ceiling as she was in her Christmas-colored Spider-Woman suit with a hole in the crotch, he found Gwen Stacy irresistible. Peter held on tight and groaned as he joined her, filling his fellow webslinger with a flood of cum. She kept him all the way inside of her as he came, and he wondered how long they'd stay locked together on the ceiling like this. It wasn't like either of them would get lightheaded up here.

“You better be careful when you pull out,” Natasha said from the floor. “Pepper might just kill us all if you get cum on the ceiling.”

--

Going from a girl riding his cock on the ceiling to having a girl draped across his knees while he spanked her ass would have been an abrupt transition for many, but Peter had gotten good at going with the flow and giving his lovers whatever they wanted. And what Natasha Romanoff wanted for Christmas was a spanking.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, slap my ass! Spank it! Spank it, Peter!" They never bothered playing any games about her needing punishment or anything like that. Natasha liked a bit of ass slapping before they had sex, and they didn't try to pretend it was anything more than that. There were a couple of paddles of varying sizes in the box, but Peter hadn't gone for any of them. Just as they didn't need any roleplaying to give them an excuse for her to go over his knee, Peter needed nothing more than his hand to give Natasha what she wanted.

Around the time that she started wiggling around in his lap, rubbing her crotch against his leg, Peter knew that the butt slapping had served its purpose. He moved Natasha off of his lap and onto her belly on the bed, and she continued to wiggle as she felt him slide the red thong down her legs. The Santa corset ended just above her ass, so it was her bare pussy lips that the tip of Peter's cock brushed against as he lined up behind her.

“Put it in!” Natasha shouted. “Give it to me, Peter! I need it!” Peter obliged, and Natasha groaned loudly at feeling his dick plunge into her wet heat.

“You know, I never thought the Black Widow would be so horny,” Gwen commented as Peter put his hands on Natasha’s hips and began to fuck her.

“I assumed she’d be horny,” said Wanda, who had known Natasha the longest out of all of them. “I just didn’t expect her to always be the one who wanted to be fucked, instead of doing the fucking.”

She had a point. Peter had been surprised by that, too. Before their first time together, he'd assumed that Natasha would be far more comfortable on top and leading the way, but she'd surprised him by getting down on her hands and knees and asking him to fuck her instead. That had quickly become a trend. It wasn't that Natasha wasn't capable of getting on top or controlling their fucking. She could do it and was great at it. But she much preferred to have it the other way around, so most of his bedroom time with the Black Widow was spent similarly to this, with his hands on her hips, pulling her back into his thrusts as he fucked her hard.

Natasha had eventually explained that she was used to using her sex appeal as a weapon when necessary in her work as an agent. She was capable of playing the femme fatale when the situation called for it, and she played that role flawlessly. But it took a different level of trust and comfort for her to let her partner take the lead. Asking Peter to fuck her, and begging him to spank her, was Natasha’s way of showing him how much she trusted him and cared for him.

Peter was honored to be the man she trusted like this. He would’ve given her anything in return for this kind of trust and affection, but fortunately for him, what Natasha wanted in exchange was to have him drive his cock balls-deep into her pussy over and over again. When having sex with Darcy, he concentrated on stimulation and technique. With Natasha, though, he fucked away, sacrificing any skill in exchange for pounding into her with the deep, swift thrusts that the Black Widow expected from him. Those thrusts were as effective as ever. Even with the sound of the bed rocking beneath them, not to mention his hips smacking against her asscheeks, Natasha's moans of ecstasy stood out above it all. Hopefully, Tony was serious about the walls being soundproofed because if they weren't, Natasha's fierce pounding would undoubtedly wake up everyone who'd stayed in Stark Tower after the party ended.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Natasha shouted. “That’s it, Peter! That’s fucking perfect! Don’t stop! Keep it coming! Almost there! I’m almost there!”

Peter’s eyes narrowed, and he sped up, drilling Natasha even harder. None of his lovers demanded this kind of speed and force out of him, but Peter always rose to the occasion and fucked Natasha hard enough to make her claw at the sheets and toss the pillows around the room, as he did now. She pulled on the sheets so much that one corner pulled back to expose the mattress beneath, but Peter would worry about straightening it out later. He had a Widow to finish fucking before he could concentrate on anything else.

Natasha finally buried her face into the sheet/mattress and squealed as his relentless pounding brought her to her peak. She’d trusted him to take charge and fuck her to the kind of powerful climax she could only get from this bed-shaking tempo, and he had just delivered.

His job was done, at least where Natasha was concerned. Now, he could take a breath and prepare for the final lover he needed to satisfy.

Well, first, he had to pull out of her, sit back on his butt, and let her crawl over to suck his cum down. Admittedly, Natasha's mouth draining him dry while those striking green eyes stared up at him was going to delay his recovery some. But even as Natasha took the head of his cock between her lips and grabbed his balls in her hands, Peter knew he would have to find a way.

--

Peter seriously doubted that he would have been able to pull off anything that even approached the intensity with which he’d fucked Natasha. He was proud of his ability to satisfy all four of his lovers, but a fuck like that would take a lot out of any guy, even ones bitten by radioactive spiders.

Fortunately, Wanda was going last, and Wanda didn't require anything approaching what Natasha demanded. He could take his time with her and know that he wasn't disappointing her. The slow thrusts he'd been giving her for the last several minutes while he held her in his arms and kissed her neck was everything that Wanda loved about sex.

Wanda had felt alone for a very long time, and that feeling had only gotten worse after her brother died. When it came to sex, she loved the intimacy of it. She loved feeling connected to him and loved by him, and Peter took it upon himself to not just tell her how he felt about her but show her as often as he could. Sometimes, that meant finding little gestures to let her know he was thinking about her. At times like this, he showed her he loved her by taking his time and enjoying being with her.

The pleasure of the sex itself was there, but it was only secondary. His lips on her neck and his hand stroking her body were just as important to Wanda as the actual back and forth of his hips. Every slow thrust was accompanied by lots of kisses up and down her neck, and his hand ran lazily up her arm and occasionally gave her breast a gentle squeeze as well.

“You feel so good, Wanda,” he whispered, lifting his head up from her neck for a moment so she could feel his breath against her ear. She shivered and sighed. “I can’t believe how good you feel—how perfect we fit together.”

She’d changed into a lovely pair of pure white underwear, but only so he could reverently peel it off of her and worship her naked body with his hands and mouth. He’d done plenty of that before they’d even gone to the actual sex, but he hadn’t been in any more of a rush to make her cum then as he was now. In both the foreplay and the sex itself, Peter was taking his time.

It was curious that a single pair of pure white lingerie had been included in the box, along with various sex toys, paddles, lubricants, and clothing. All of the other skimpy clothing had been Christmas-themed, but not this one. Wanda would have looked sexy in anything, of course, but the pure white had just spoken to her tastes and her mood. Whoever packed that box clearly understood her well.

Peter liked to think that he knew this woman well, too, and he tested his knowledge by slowly skimming his hand down her body and making his way between her legs. It was a leisurely trip, with plenty of time spent stroking her belly and still more spent dancing along her inner thigh before he even approached her sex. But his fingers did eventually approach their destination, and after teasing their way around her clit for some time, he touched her directly at last. He'd been building up to this touch for a long time before he'd even taken her underwear off, when he'd kissed her and stroked her back. The gradual affection had continued with him getting down on his knees and preparing her with his mouth, and then they'd gone into the bed. Now, after all of this time approaching this point, he sensed that Wanda was ready.

Wanda gasped when she felt his fingers on her clit for the first time all night. He’d deliberately stayed away from it until this moment. Even when he’d been preparing her with his mouth earlier, he’d avoided licking or touching her here. All of that avoidance had been in preparation for this moment. He’d stayed away from her clit specifically because it would make this first contact that much more memorable and powerful for her, and sure enough, Wanda gasped and squeezed his shoulder as the stimulation of his fingers lightly stroking her clit added to his consistent thrusts to have her hanging right over the edge. Peter knew how easily he would be able to deliver on all the desires that he’d carefully stoked within her. He also knew what it would take to get her the rest of the way there. He stopped kissing her neck and moved his lips right next to her ear once again.

“I love you, Wanda,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

That was all it took. All of his girlfriends liked it when he told them or showed them that he loved them, but those words made Wanda weak at the knees like no one he’d ever seen. His simple yet heartfelt declaration of love whispered into her ear was more than enough to make Wanda whimper as her body jerked in his arms. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, and Peter gave her a kiss just behind her ear as he rushed to join her.

It didn't take long. He'd been thinking of her rather than himself, but now that he'd done what he set out to do, his body relaxed, and he came inside of Wanda almost instantly. Finishing in tandem with her felt right, and listening to Wanda’s dreamy sigh, he was sure she felt the same way.

“One day, we’re going to do this, and I’m going to get you pregnant at the end of it,” he whispered into her ear as they finished. She gasped again, and gave his arm another squeeze. They’d talked about this before, and he knew that she did want to have kids someday. Neither of them were ready for it yet, but it didn’t hurt to remind her that he wanted to be with her forever, and share everything with her.

He looked up and saw his other three girlfriends all standing by the bed, watching. They’d been respectfully quiet throughout his time with Wanda, differing from the running commentary that had been consistent for the rest of the night. They'd given Wanda her one-on-one time, but now it was time for him to assure them that they were as important to him as the woman in his arms.

"You can come back to bed with us now, guys," Peter said while pulling out of Wanda and rolling onto his back. The other three laughed and hurried over to the bed, playfully fighting over position, all of them wanting to be close to him. It ultimately ended up with Wanda snuggling into his left side with her arm over his waist, Gwen basically on top of him, Darcy cuddling his right side, and Natasha hugging her from behind. Natasha was the only one not touching him, but he could see that she got to grab a couple of handfuls of Darcy's boobs, which she would consider an adequate consolation. She couldn't do the things with them that he could, but Natasha had a healthy appreciation for Darcy's breasts all the same.

“What a Christmas party,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

--

“You’re not going to tell me what was in the box, are you?”

“No, Tony.” Pepper didn’t even glance at her husband.

“You didn’t give him my old stuff, did you? Because some of that might still-”

“Believe me, Tony. The last thing I would ever do is give Peter anything that belonged to the old you.”

“Right. Gotcha. Yeah, that’s smart.” Tony thought for a second. “Hey, you don’t think a certain shrinking superhero could get into that room through a crack or something, do you? Because that dude creeps me out, and I’ve got this robotic, non-lethal flyswatter that I’ve been dying to—”

“Go to bed, Tony.”