Caught in Her Web - Chapter 03

Chapter 3

By the time Peter made it to the club the Mary Janes were playing at, it was well into their set. He looked around nervously, the self-driving car from Stark Industries stopping at the curb where there was a huge line around the block to get into the place.

He wasn’t one for clubs, his crutches and difficulty locomoting making it a rather painful and awkward experience - if they even let him in at all - but once he’d been given the all-clear by Karen, he’d rushed to the basement at SI and had a car bring him here. His nurses hadn’t been well-pleased, but they had little reason to keep him under observation, according to the Medical AI.

When one of the bouncers turned to see what car had pulled up to the curb of his club, the huge man’s eyes widened.

‘Ey, don’t I know you from somewhere?’

With a click of a button on a keyfob, the car drove off, either to find a place to park or circle the block until he was ready to leave.

Blushing at the scrutiny the bouncer’s exclamation earned him from the countless - and beautiful - onlookers, he could only shrug. Then the man looked down at his lanyard and he grinned toothily. ‘Parker? Yeah, you work for Mister Stark! Any friend of Stark’s is a friend of mine, come here kid.’

Trying his hardest to ignore those in line glaring daggers at him, he shuffled over and shook the man and his friend’s hand. Embarrassingly, they took selfies with him, which he just grinned and accepted.

I don’t think I can handle being a celebrity, but if it lets me ignore the line, I’ll take as many selfies as they want.

‘So what’re you doin here? We don’t get many of you egghead-types coming to this club.’

‘Um,’ he began, blushing at what he was about to say. ‘My girlfriend is playing tonight, I was hoping to catch it.’

His eyes widened and he looked dubious. ‘MJ is your girl?’

Eyes widening, he shook his head. ‘Uh, no, Gwen. Gwen Stacey? The drummer.’

The bouncer grinned at him while his partner moved away to let in the next group of club goers. ‘Ahuh. Sure kid, look, you don’t need to lie to get in here, any friend of Mister Stark’s gets in, no problem.’

Flushing in annoyance at the condescending tone, he whipped out his phone before he could think better of it. Swiping across, he found a picture of him and Gwen snuggling in bed together after scrolling past all the x-rated images.

When he turned to show the man, Peter was confused when the huge bouncer’s eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows flying up to his rapidly receding hairline.

‘Damn kid, sorry for doubting you.’

Frowning in confusion, he turned his phone around and squeaked in mortification. When he’d made to show the man the image of him and Gwen as if it were an ID card, his palm must have made contact with the edge screen accidentally and scrolled to another photo, showing the man a photo of Gwen, her legs spread with his cum leaking out of her.

‘Uh, I didn’t mean to - I just wanted to - this isn’t -!’

Seeing his obvious mortification and discomfort, the bouncer laughed uproariously at his predicament and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, guiding him through the line and pushing him inside.

‘Go in and see your girl Cassanova.’

With his face lit up like a christmas tree, and still unused to walking without crutches, he cautiously made his way into the club. Hearing the rock music playing, he pushed through the throng of people until he had a vantage point where he could see them. MJ, Betty and Gloria stood at the front, left and right of the stage respectively, MJ and Betty playing their guitars like legit rockstars, their heads rocking and their hair flying all over the place, while Gloria stood cooly off to the side, strumming her bass.

Gwen was positioned at the back of the stage, going nuts on her drums while spinning and twirling her sticks like a real showman. Her flourishes were so impressive he doubted anyone without her superpowered dexterity could match it easily.

The riff done, MJ took to the mic again and started singing.

All bias aside, he really did like the Mary Janes’ music. He wasn’t a huge music buff, but he’d heard Gwen refer to it as Alt Rock in the past. Whatever it was though, the tune was catchy and uplifting and MJs vocals really sold it - it made him want to sing along with all his might.

Seeing that the club had a second level, he struggled his way up the stairs - while he miraculously had full control of his legs again, they still suffered from years of atrophy and improper use that he had to work hard to reverse. Again, his lanyard proved surprisingly effective. He hadn’t known the second level was a VIP area, and when he’d apologised and made to go back downstairs he was pulled back, the woman pointing to his lanyard with a smile and ushered him past the barrier.

Tony must really get around…

The VIP area was just a mezzanine floor with its own bar and plush lounges boasting an incredible view of the stage and the revellers below. It had a much more chill vibe than the chaos downstairs and he found himself thankful that he’d forgotten to change into something more appropriate, his ID proving to be some kind of crazy all-access pass.

He made himself comfortable on one of the vacant armchairs, a cold soda in hand, the nearby group of pretty people eyeing him curiously. He noticed one of them discreetly motioning to her chest, as if to discreetly draw attention to his lanyard, eyes wide.

This is getting a little weird.

Figuring he won’t be needing his newly found all-access pass for the rest of the night, he tucked it back in his shirt and watched his girlfriend and her friends rock out with enthusiasm, clapping and cheering like a loon between every song.

Thankfully, none of the other VIPers around him tried to strike up a conversation. He hated small talk, especially with people he didn’t know. That was more Gwen’s forte.

They played for another hour, all four women drenched in sweat and looking utterly spent by the time they were done - though their smiles at the audience’s rapturous applause lit up the room better than the cool neon lights ever could.

Peter stood and joined their die-hard fans in giving their effusive praise. At that moment, either because of her weird spidey-senses or just intuition, Gwen looked up and her mouth dropped open in shock when she saw him standing there and cheering wildly for her.

Even if she didn’t have superior vision, the fact that he’d come straight from SI, dressed like every other R&D employee, made him stand out like a sore thumb.

She vaulted off her seat and jumped off the stage, a look of thunderous fury marring her beautiful features.

Uh-oh.

This wasn’t a good place to have this conversation. Looking around wildly, he spotted a door that had a sign letting patrons know it allowed rooftop access.

Even as he slipped through the door and started walking up the stairs, he knew this was a terrible idea. He felt Gwen approaching him, his neural tech that allowed Gwen to control her suit’s functions with her mind also allowing him to track and feel her movements.

For her safety, of course.

Man, that sounds so creepy now that I think about it…

By the time Gwen caught up to him, he was seated on the bottom step of only the second flight of stairs looking utterly shattered. The furious look in Gwen’s eyes switched to alarm when she saw the state of him.

‘Peter?!’ she gasped, her eyes roaming over his form - sans crutches - as he gasped and panted on the bottom step.

‘Surprise?’ he said, gesturing to his legs with a tired chuckle.

She gaped at him in shock for several moments, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she looked between his legs and his face over and over. Eventually, she dropped down beside him and wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug. ‘I thought you were an imposter when I saw you! Some kind of new villain who knew my real identity trying to get to me or something. What happened?! How?!’

Chuckling at her mothering, he luxuriated in the feeling of her body against his. Her black and white striped fuzzy jumper feeling nice, if damp, against his face and her black skinny jeans feeling even better as he rubbed his hands up and down her powerful thighs.

She was as sweaty and stinky as he’d imagined she was when they finished their set.

Seeing her frown, he relented and told her everything. About his cure, the surgery - all of it.

She was…less than pleased.

‘You had brain surgery and you didn’t think to tell me about it?! What if something bad happened?!’

He ran his hand through his hair and winced. When she put it like that, it made him sound like a jerk - though he didn’t think she’d appreciate it if he told her it was less a normal surgery, and more a ritual. Doctor Strange had used magic to get at his brain and insert the chip, not a scalpel - though he could have if he needed to.

At least I didn’t have to shave my head?

She threw her arms up in the air and made to storm off. She got two steps before turning around and plopping down on the step next to him.

‘No. I don’t want to be one of those cliched girls that just runs off instead of talking out our issues like a sane person.’

He chuckled, memories of her bitching during every romcom they’d ever watched flooding into his mind. Though she didn’t look too pleased with his amusement.

‘Sorry, and you’re right, I should have told you. I was going to tell you, but, uh, you distracted me pretty well the last time I was at your place and it kind of slipped my mind until I remembered too late and I didn’t want to spoil the mood?’

Her eyes widened and she flushed at the reminder. Then they narrowed. ‘Are you saying this is my fault?’

‘No,’ he said, waving his hands in front of him urgently. ‘I’m saying I’m an idiot and I forgot and didn’t want to bother you. I was in no danger anyway.’

‘How can you say that?’ she asked frostily. ‘I may not be a scientist, but even I know brain surgery is serious, and dangerous.’

Sighing, he collapsed back against the stairs behind him, waiting for a couple to ascend the stairs past them to the rooftop before continuing.

‘Gwen, I’ve had this cure for years. I invented the chip when I was eighteen, but never used it because it was too dangerous. It wasn’t my first idea either, my first attempt was to become a super like you, but I quickly realised how terrible of an idea that was and tried fixing my brain with tech instead - it obviously worked.’

She frowned, calming down as he explained everything to her in a measured voice. He smiled as she took his hand between her own and squeezed. ‘You’ve had the cure for years? What changed?’

‘Tony,’ he admitted with a shrug before chuckling. ‘If you can believe it, he told me being a cripple was making him look bad and to hurry up and fix it so we can do more interesting projects. That’s when I showed him the chip. I had no intention of ever using it, but when he looked it over and gave his blessing - then got Steven to do the surgery… I kind of ran out of excuses.’

‘Steven?’ she asked with a raised brow, before they widened in shock, the fangirl showing her true face. ‘Steven Strange?! Doctor Strange?!’

He chuckled. She was just too adorable.

‘When Tony Stark and Steven Strange say that the operation will be no problem, and when one of them has actual magic, it kind of feels silly to put it off anymore…’

She was silent for several minutes. It might have been uncomfortable but he just luxuriated in the feeling of his girlfriend gripping his hand while running her other one up and down his thigh as he bounced it.

‘Okay. There’s no reason to be pig-headed about this. I agree you were mostly responsible and in good hands. I forgive you.’

He grinned wide at her and leaned over to give her a kiss. She captured his face between her hands and deepened it before he pulled away, eyes wide and cheeks flushing.

‘Um, before you forgive me you should know I tried to show the bouncer a photo of us to prove you were my girlfriend so he’d let me in and I might have accidentally shown him another photo that you probably wouldn’t want him to see and he saw it and I’m sorry?’

Her smile steadily widened at his rambling explanation and apology, giving credence to her claim that she honestly didn’t care who he showed her photos to. The way she bit her lip as she thought about it, she was probably, actually turned on by the thought.

‘You showed old Jimbo a photo of me?’ she asked, her tone sultry and breathy. ‘You showed him a photo of your slutty girlfriend like an ID to get into the club? Which one?’

Blushing, he took out his phone and handed it to her, the photo still front and centre when he unlocked it.

She moaned at the sight of it. ‘Oooh, I like this one a lot.’

He quite liked it too.

Looking back up at him, her smile turned into a frown. ‘No more secrets, okay? We tell each other everything.’

‘That’s fair. I’m sorry.’

She nodded, a smile on her face before kissing him again.

‘What are you doing here though?’ she asked, finally realising where they, or more specifically, he was. ‘I thought you hated clubs.’

‘I do, I did,’ he shrugged. ‘It’s actually not so bad now that I realise my lanyard can let me hang out in VIP areas and the prospect of stairs isn’t so frightening, but, well, honestly?’ he felt his cheeks heating rapidly when he realised what he was about to say, a sentiment that had sounded so sweet and cool in his mind starting to sound a lot more cringe now that he was about to give voice to it. ‘The first thing I wanted to do now that I have full use of my legs was dance with my girlfriend?’

She looked to have been enjoying his squirming a lot, her smile wide and cheeky, but when he said that her entire demeanour softened, her lips pursed and she furiously wiped at her shimmering eyes. ‘You’re such a goof,’ she said with a watery giggle. ‘Do you even know how to dance?’

‘No idea!’ he laughed. ‘I was hoping you’d teach me.’

She stood and helped him up, her smile blinding. When he joined her, his legs feeling less wobbly after the rest, she grinned and pushed him against the wall. His eyes widened then he moaned when she put both her hands on his chest and leaned into him, capturing his lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

They stayed like that for a while, countless other patrons walking both up and down and mostly ignoring the couple making out on the stairs - he figured it must be a pretty common sight.

He wouldn’t have minded if his cheeky girlfriend hadn’t just blatantly gripped his cock and squeezed every time an onlooker spared them a glance, as if she were marking her territory.

Or just trying to embarrass him.

His obvious tent in his tight jeans did an admirable job of that. Gwen giggled into his mouth as she felt him squirm, but she refused to let him shield himself with her body, or cover it at all. Eventually, he got over it and just focused on his girl’s tongue exploring his mouth and tried to ignore her cheeky fingers, instead focusing on the incredible ass he was running his hands over.

Finally, an indeterminate amount of minutes later, Gwen pulled away, her lips puffy and her cheeks as flushed as his. ‘And now you’ve made out with a girl at a club. I’ll turn you into a dreaded meathead yet.’

Peter laughed, holding her body against his. ‘Speaking of, I still need to do physical therapy for a while to recover. I’m horribly out of shape and, as you can see, I need to build up muscle and flexibility in my legs. The doctors organised it for me already.’

‘Cancel it,’ Gwen said with conviction. ‘Pete, I’ve been a gymnast my whole life. I’m quite capable of taking care of my man.’

She wasn’t wrong, and she had even gone to school for it - physiotherapy and criminal psychology, an odd mix, to be sure.

‘Then I’ll be in my girl’s capable hands.’

She giggled at him, her smile radiant as they slowly made their way down the stairs hand-in-hand. ‘You looked so goofy when you said that. Biggest, dorkiest smile on your face, it was adorable.’

‘I love saying it,’ he said, his smile just as big and dorky, with cheeks flushing.

When they made it back to the VIP area, it was a lot busier than it had been during the concert, but still not as crowded as the ground floor. He spied MJ, Betty and Gloria over near the bar surrounded by friends and potential suitors. When the redhead spotted them walking hand in hand, he smiled wide and winked at the gaping beauty before they disappeared down the stairs.

To his surprise, the music blaring over the speakers was nothing like the music the Mary Janes played. It was much slower, much heavier on drums and bass. It sounded like hip-hop, but slower.

Seeing his look of confusion, Gwen leaned into his ear so she could be heard over the music. ‘It’s called Reggaeton. This is the club’s usual crowd and vibe.’

Nodding in understanding, he allowed himself to be dragged by his gorgeous girlfriend to the middle of the dancefloor, the sea of bodies a lot less intimidating now that he could move under his own power.

The people dancing around him were mostly paired off, each of them bumping and grinding into each other, all of them looking to be in their own little worlds and oblivious to everyone around them.

Smiling, Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. His hands instinctively went to her lower back and, grinning, she readjusted his grip so he was grabbing her incredible ass.

Almost using her hips to guide him, she started swaying left and right in beat with the deep tune. It was awkward at first, but, while holding her against him, he mirrored her movements, a lot more clumsily than the much more talented superhero, but if she felt annoyed by his lack of ability, she certainly didn’t show it.

It helped that the music had a fairly slow tempo, he didn’t feel rushed or have to over exert himself. He allowed Gwen to lead, his girlfriend making small adjustments to his stance and movements as they danced that made everything easier and flow more smoothly.

Then she grinned and started gyrating with her swaying, her back undulating smoothly and sexily and culminating in her groin pressed hard against his rapidly hardening member. She, of course, noticed and grinned as his cheeks flushed and eyes widened.

‘Are we dancing or dry-humping?!’ he asked, lowering his mouth to her ear. Gwen’s smile only grew, her eyes alight with delight.

‘Tom-a-to, tom-ah-to.’

What does that even mean?!

Still, he couldn’t deny the exhilaration he was feeling, especially when he started to get jealous glares when the other dudes around him started to notice who his girl was and how he was dancing with her.

None of them mattered though. He was dancing with his girlfriend. Thoughts of how goofy he looked or how crowded he felt just didn’t register, his eyes locked solely on hers as his heart tried to beat out of his chest.

Gwen was returning his heated gaze with an equal intensity, her eyes shimmering along with her wild smile.

‘Why are you crying?’ he asked, before he noticed his own vision start to blur after his question. ‘You’re gonna make me cry!’

Gwen laughed joyously, wiping her eyes. ‘I’m happy!’

He didn’t know what to say to that, so instead, the next time she bumped and grinded her pussy against him, he leaned down and kissed her with everything he had, holding her close and squeezing her world-class ass. They moaned into each others’ mouths and just lost themselves in each other.

-

MJ looked down on the deliriously happy, dancing couple with a curled lip.

‘Why you looking so sour, girl?’ the man beside her asked. She didn’t answer, mostly because she was embarrassed to have already forgotten his name. She was hoping one of his friends, Gloria or Betty would call out to him and remind her.

He was hot as hell though, tall, beefy, dark skinned, soulful eyes and, from what she felt when they were making out earlier, huge-dicked. One of Gloria’s cousin’s friends. She didn’t feel too bad about forgetting his name, he was gonna get fucked later regardless.

‘No reason,’ she said with a pretty smile, thanking him for the drink he handed her. When Gloria moseyed on over to her, leaving her own suitors to stew, she grinned when she saw MJs eyes flicker down to Gwen again.

Betty, seeing them congregate, hopped up from her stool at the bar and joined them. Until very recently, she was the only one of them who had a steady boyfriend and didn’t join in on their post-gig fun.

And then there were two.

‘You’ve been glaring at Gwen all night. Who’s that with her anyway?’

Betty, having finally joined them, looked down at the amorously dancing couple and narrowed her eyes. ‘I swear he looks like someone I had a crush on in highschool, but it can’t be him.’

MJ turned to her with raised brows. ‘You had a crush on Peter Parker?’

She shouldn’t be too surprised, it’s not like he was unattractive. She had to admit he was cute, in a dorky way, and Betty had been a pretty big nerd in highschool, part of the Computer Club and everything.

‘How did you- wait, that can’t be him! He had Cerebral Palsy, there’s no way he could be dancing with Gwen!’

‘Why do I know that name?’ Gloria asked, frowning in thought as she joined the other girls and watching Gwen and her new beau dance.

‘Apparently he’s Gwen’s best friend that we had no idea about. They only started dating recently,’ MJ answered with a shrug. ‘He’s also some bigshot at Stark Industries now, you know how crazy advanced they are over there Betty, they probably did something to fix him - maybe they gave him robot legs.’

Gloria grinned. ‘If they did that you’d think he’d have some better moves.’

Both MJ and Gloria giggled while Betty rolled her eyes. ‘You guys can be such bitches sometimes.’

‘Sometimes?’ Gloria asked, her glittering teeth contrasting against her dark skin. ‘I’ll have you know we’re mean bitches all the time.’

‘Get it girl!’ MJ cheered and they laughed as they clinked glasses, earning another eye-roll from Betty. ‘Besides, it was supposed to be Gwen’s turn to film tonight, what are we supposed to do now?’

Betty’s eyes widened and Gloria groaned, as if finally realising something.

‘Oh my God you guys are such sluts, can’t you just be happy for her?’

Gloria ignored her. ‘I ain’t filming. I did it last time.’

MJ whined and stamped her foot like a petulant child. ‘But look how hot your cousin’s friend is!’

They both looked to Betty at the same time, as if they’d rehearsed this, their eyes wide and their lips pouting. ‘Not a chance!’ Betty said with a laugh. ‘Actually, it could be hot. You have to call my boyfriend and ask for permission if you want me to film though. He got pretty mad last time.’

MJ groaned. ‘You didn’t even do anything!’

Betty gave her a deadpan stare.

‘It was only one cock for Christ’s sake!’

‘And I’m pretty sure you told us Harry found it pretty hot.’

MJ only just held back a cheer when she saw the corners of Betty’s lips twitch. They nearly had her.

‘Okay, if you join us tonight, and have as much fun as you want, both Gloria and I’ll fuck Harry. Let’s see him get mad after that.’

‘Don’t go pimping me out - hurk,’ Gloria began, only to be silenced by a quick elbow to the ribs.

Betty was only giving them an unimpressed look, apparently not having heard Gloria’s protestations over the music. ‘Have you perhaps considered I don’t want you sluts fucking my boyfriend?’

‘Betty,’ MJ began, putting an arm around her shoulder and turning her to look at the group of men that had been chatting them up all night. ‘Are you telling me you don’t want a piece of them?’

There were three black guys and one white guy, all of them beefy and hot as hell and incredibly eager to fuck them.

Gloria crowded Betty in on the other side, the other devil on her shoulder. ‘Remember how turned on Harry was when you told him about sucking that guys’ dick? Imagine how he’ll get if he has a video of you fucking one of them?’

Betty was biting her lip, whether in indecision or lust MJ couldn’t tell, but it was clear she was breaking.

Then, for the coup-de-gras, MJ pulled out her phone and scrolled down to Harry Osborne’s number. ‘I’ll call him right now to tell him and make the deal. Your call.’

Gloria had her own finishing move to play too apparently. Neither of them wanting to miss out on the fun or miss out on getting another sexy video of them fucking for their collection. She leaned in and started whispering something into the smaller girl’s ear, the brunette’s cheeks getting redder and redder the longer her black friend spoke to her.

MJ’s grin wide, she dialled Harry’s number.

That had been surprisingly easy.

Maybe we can get Gwen back the same way? There’s no way Parker could turn us down.

-

They had danced until Peter could barely stand. As they stumbled out of the club, his arm thrown over Gwen’s shoulder for support, he looked as exhausted as Gwen had after her set - he was now as sweaty and stinky as her too.

None of that could come close to dimming the smile on his face though, not even the sneering looks from the other meatheads as his girlfriend had to help him out of the club.

Sneer all you want, she’s still mine. Assholes.

When Gwen made to call a taxi, she started in surprise when he pulled her hand down and showed her a keyfob. When their ride showed up with its inaudible engine, Gwen looked suitably impressed.

‘You got a car?’ she asked, eyebrows raised.

‘Not exactly,’ Pete admitted as they both climbed in the back. Unlike normal cars, this one had no need for a ‘front’ section, having been designed to be driven by a computer, this allowed them all the leg room in the world as they made themselves comfortable in the luxurious seating. ‘Employees at SI have access to these self-driving cars if you want to get about the city.’

‘Just one of the many perks, ey?’ Gwen asked as she interlocked her fingers with his and sank into the plush leather. ‘I could get used to this.’

‘Like you need a car to get about,’ he joked. Her eyes widened, taking her a moment to realise they weren’t in public anymore before grinning.

‘This isn’t as fun as flying through the air, but it’s infinitely more comfortable. So,’ she said, shuffling over so she was leaning against his side, ‘was it everything you’d dreamed it’d be.’

‘It was better,’ he said, his voice soft as they stared into each others’ eyes. That quickly led to more kissing and that led to Gwen sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck as she ground into his hard cock while making out.

When her phone dinged, Gwen paused to look at the notification. Seeing his questioning look, she grinned. ‘Just MJ letting me know she had the guys at the club pack up my drums.’

Seeing her pull out her phone though, Peter was reminded of where they were going, and why.

‘So, if there was one thing that annoyed you the most about your suit, what would it be?’

Putting her phone back in her back pocket, she frowned. ‘Nothing, I love it. Why?’

‘Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, there must be something that annoys you, or you wish were different.’

‘Hm,’ she mused as she swivelled in his lap and leaned back so she was resting against his chest. He grinned, holding her tight around her midsection as she stretched and relaxed.

I swear Gwen has kept me hard for like two hours, I’m surprised I haven’t passed out from all my blood staying in my dick.

‘I guess having to change web cartridges all the time is pretty annoying,’ she mused, yawning as she made herself comfortable. He very much doubted his thin, bony form was more comfortable than the chairs designed for comfort, but Gwen had planted her flag and she wasn’t moving.

Not that he minded, of course.

‘And having to change in and out of the suit itself, of course. That’s probably the most annoying, having to wear my suit under my clothes all the time, or stash it somewhere close in case of an emergency.’

‘Why?’ he joked. ‘Your suit’s pretty skin-tight, I doubt it hinders much. Wanting to show some more skin? You little slut.’

Instead of being offended, she chuckled and grabbed his hands and slid them under her top until they were cupping her tits.

Or rather, cupping her tits over her invisible suit.

‘Don’t act like it didn’t turn you on seeing all those guys jealous of your girl.’

Closing his eyes, he shuddered at the truth of her words. Seeing the jealous glares he was getting all night as the hottest girl in the club was bumping and grinding on him had been such a turn on.

Shaking his head before he fucked her in the company car - he wasn’t entirely opposed to it, but the thought of the poor workers that would be forced to clean up after them stayed his libido - he cleared his throat. ‘Well, it’s interesting that you mention those things.’ Gwen’s chuckle at his unskillful conversational swerve let him know he wasn’t fooling anyone. ‘I had the exact same thought.’

As they finally pulled up to Stark Tower, they got out and he motioned to the building. ‘Let me show you what I’ve got.’

-

Gwen was gazing at the undulating, writhing black mass sealed in the tube with fascination. Her phone had been pinging notifications pretty regularly over the past half hour, but she’d ignored it in favour of the tour he’d been giving her, culminating here at the grand finale.

‘What is this?’ she asked, mesmerised by what she was seeing.

‘Your new suit.’

‘My new-?’ she turned and looked at him with surprise. ‘It’s a black blob.’

Rolling his eyes, he wasn’t offended that his greatest creation was rendered down to being a black blob, but it was a little funny.

‘That black blob is millions of tiny nanites. It’s the result of years of R&D into fusing machines and biomass to create the ultimate suit. For you.’

She looked at him in shock before turning to the writhing black mass. ‘How does it work?’

‘Do you trust me?’ he asked as he approached her to stand by the sealed tank.

She turned to him, eyes deadly serious. ‘With my life.’

Smiling, he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Starting to get annoyed as her phone pinged again.

‘Are you sure you shouldn’t get that? It could be an emergency.’

She rolled her eyes and didn’t even reach for her phone. ‘Trust me, it’s very much not. So, how does this… suit work?’

He reached around her and swiped his card against the reader on the tank. It whirred to life and the writhing black mass within was sucked into a small tube. A small door opened up at the tank’s base and Peter pulled out a canister that was the size of a can of soda.

‘That.. is the most bizarre vending machine I’ve ever seen.’

Peter guffawed at Gwen’s observation before handing her the canister.

‘What am I supposed to do with this?’

‘Drink it,’ he instructed. Pressing a button on the canister that released a helpful straw. He figured he’d have to convince her more to do so, but Gwen, true to her word, trusted him with her life and, with a shrug, started sipping out the container’s contents.

When she was done, a cute little burp escaping her lips, she looked at him with a raised brow. ‘I feel a little strange, but no different.’

‘Give it a bit,’ he said with his best, mysterious mad-scientist grin. His girlfriend’s matching grin froze on her face and her hands flew to her stomach. ‘Relax,’ he soothed, seeing her eyes widen in alarm. ‘It’s just bonding with you. You’ll feel a little uncomfortable for a bit and then you’ll feel really tired. The nanites will form a symbiotic bond with your body so that you can control them with your intent, here, take a seat.’

She did as instructed, making him feel terrible with how uncomfortable she looked.

‘Ugh, I think I prefer when you put other things in me, Stud,’ she said with a woozy chuckle, as her phone pinged again. ‘How long will this last?’

‘Not much longer, the bonding process should be the toughest part. Once it’s integrated, you’ll feel a wave of exhaustion - that’s when you’ll know everything’s complete.’

She slid down her chair, struggling to keep her eyes open. ‘I… I think it’s… done?’

She was slurring her words, fighting to keep her eyes open and yawning. She looked so adorable Peter had to struggle to stay professional and not squee.

‘Now, the new suit powers itself using the nutrients of your incredible body - I mean that in a non-sexy way this time - which, with overuse, can lead to some issues. You’ll need to adopt a diet that’s high in cellulose - drink this.’

He handed her a kale smoothie, packed with a whole range of essential vitamins and minerals that’ll help her going forward.

She grinned lazily up at him, her suddenly plummeting energy levels making her a little loopy. ‘This is the second thing you’ve made me drink a mysterious liquid tonight and I haven’t even sucked your dick yet.’

He flushed and chuckled at her dirty joke - odd that he found her dirty humour much more palatable now that she was his girlfriend - as he watched her down the drink. The effect was almost instantaneous, her energy visibly returning to her the more she drank.

The smoothie finished, she slammed it on the table and whooped. ‘Wow, I dunno what you put in that but I feel incredible.’

Taking a pen-light, he examined her eyes and the rest of her body, ignoring her giggly, amorous advances. For now.

‘Everything looks great. Now, strip.’

‘Now we’re talking!’ She cheered, and without even a hint of hesitation, she slipped out of her skinny jeans after kicking off her high-tops and shucked her jumper and tee until she was standing before him, her body looking squished and compressed but undeniably naked. Seeing his raised brow, she pouted and, with a mental command, her suit deactivated its skin camo, leaving her standing there in the famous Ghost Spider outfit. With a press of a button, it loosened on her frame and it, too, was removed.

His eyebrows waggling, she chuckled and removed her bra and panties too.

‘Now what? Was this just some elaborate plan to drug me and have your way with me at work?’

He chuckled as he monitored her vitals through an app on his phone. ‘I’m not that clever. Okay, everything looks good. Now, why don’t you put your suit on.’

She looked at him with a confused frown. ‘Why did I just take it off…?’

‘Not that one,’ Pete said with a grin, motioning to the discarded Ghost-Spider suit on the floor. ‘The one now inside you. Remember how you controlled the Spy-der-bot? Imagine you have your suit under your skin and will it to form.’

She looked at him with squinted narrowed eyes before shrugging and just doing like he asked. It took her a moment, but she yelped when, out of her skin, her Ghost-Spider suit materialised and covered her entire body.

Peter had to hold in a groan. While her old suit was very tight, contouring to her body perfectly, this manifestation looked like it was painted on. Nothing was left to the imagination, her nipples, her muscles, her belly button, even her pussy, the microscopic nanites contoured to her so perfectly that it left nothing to the imagination.

He decided not to say anything. If she decided she wanted to fight crime like that, who was he to say no?

If anything, he found the idea incredibly hot. She could change it if she wanted, but he wouldn’t be the one to make her do so.

Gwen shrieked in delight once she’d realised what had happened, patting herself all over her body to make sure it was real and not some mechanical illusion or light trick.

He was only a little disappointed when her perfectly outlined nipples and pussy were properly covered with a force of will. Everything else she left unchanged.

I can’t believe she’s my girl…

‘How does it feel?’ he asked with a frown, coming over to her and pinching the new suit.

Grinning up at him, as if reading his thoughts, that quickly turned into a frown as she pinched a different section. It didn’t pull away like a suit would, it pinched like skin, as if it was fused to her body. ‘Odd. Not… unpleasant, just weird. It feels like… my skin? But it doesn’t look like it?’

Humming, Peter ran his fingers over her new suit and had to agree, it did feel a little flesh-like.

‘Try thinking of something else - what you were wearing tonight, for example.’

Eyes wide at the implication, she needlessly screwed her eyes shut and did just that. Her suit morphed into the outfit she was wearing earlier, fuzzy jumper and all. He ran his fingers over the jumper and had to suppress a cheer, it felt fuzzy, like her top had in reality. Even her skinny jeans had the rough texture of denim.

‘Peter,’ Gwen began, eyes wide and looking at him with a scary, almost worshipful look on her face. ‘Did…did you just invent me an infinite wardrobe?!’

He couldn’t help it. She was now in possession of one of the most advanced bits of tech the world had ever seen, and she was hyped because it would let her wear whatever she wanted?

He guffawed.

‘I suppose I did. No more needing to wear your suit under your clothes and change out, your suit is a part of you now.’ He chuckled at her wide-eyed, giddy look. ‘And yes, no more needing clothes too, I guess, though it would be a waste of your energy. I’m not quite sure how much it’ll take, but it does take its toll if you just keep forcing it to cycle through the Victoria’s Secret catalogue.’

She pouted but nonetheless looked hyped.

‘And speaking earlier of your web canisters, why don’t you try those now?’

Her eyes practically bugged out of her skull when a hole appeared in her wrist and shot out a black web. With another frown of concentration, she shot her web again and this time it was the standard white.

‘Again, this is all tied to your energy levels. You should be able to power it with your enhanced body just fine - worst case we give you a secondary power source but I rather you not need to rely on one.’

‘Peter this is incredible. Does it have the same gadgets and features as my old suit?’

‘And more. If you feed it your gadgets, it should be able to analyse them with the nanites, break them down and recreate them. No need to shove poor Spy-der-bot in your slutty pussy now, I guess. As a bonus, your hud and other visual enhancements your old suit provided should be accessible even when you haven’t manifested it.’

‘This is so cool!’ she shrieked, looking around with wide, flashing eyes as she did as he just suggested. Looking back at him, she giggled like a little girl on Christmas morning before running and jumping into his arms.

His eyes widened in alarm and he yelped when, not expecting - and if he were being honest, not able to support - her weight. They both fell to the floor with a crash before they collapsed into a fit of laughter.

Then her phone pinged again.

‘Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on?’

She looked down at him, straddling his hips and running her finger along his jaw.

‘We did agree to no more secrets,’ she mused, rubbing her ass against his cock. ‘Before I show you, I just want you to know that all of that is behind me now that we’re together.’

‘All of what?’

She shrugged. ‘We all used to get really horny after a set. We’d pick up guys at the club we were playing at and we’d, well, we’d party.’

His eyes widened. ‘By party, you mean…?’

‘We’d have sex. More like orgies sometimes, if I’m being honest.’

‘So all those notifications that you’ve been ignoring?’

‘Probably MJ trying to make me jealous. She can be a bit of a spiteful cunt at times.’

His eyes widened in shock at the admission. ‘Are you saying…?’

‘That each of those notifications are photos or videos of the girls fucking guys they picked up at the club? Probably, why?’ She asked, a sexy grin brightening her face as she ground into his cock again. ‘Ooh, does that excite you?’

‘No? Yes? A little? Maybe a lot? No secrets right?’

She laughed and stood, reaching down to help him to his feet. ‘You got someplace we can go and get comfortable?’

Sputtering, Pete demurred. ‘You don’t want to test your new suit?’

Her answer was to give him a deadpan stare.

‘Right, sorry, right. We can do that another time. My office?’

She grinned wide. ‘Let’s go.’

-

When they made it to his office, Gwen was busying herself looking around while Pete shut and locked the door, then activated a privacy feature that made his windows and the glass walls opaque.

‘Handy trick,’ Gwen teased as she fell on the plush couch in the corner of his room and put her feet up on the coffee table. She was naked again before she hit the couch, really getting the hang of materialising and dismissing her new symbiotic suit at will.

She kept her turquoise ballerina-styled shoes on though, even when naked.

That…was really hot.

‘I take it you’re liking your new suit,’ he teased and Gwen groaned in delight. Pete was struggling not to just ogle his naked girlfriend, but when she held her hand up and partially materialised a huge demonic claw in its place, he had to blink.

He hadn’t even thought about using the new suit offensively.

Theoretically, there’s no reason she can’t do that and more. The nanites can self-replicate as much as her energy allows. We really need to get to stress testing…

Willing it away with a cheeky grin at his surprised expression, she beckoned him over with a crooked finger. Before he could join her on the couch, however, she stopped him.

‘Clothes, Stud.’

Stammering, he agreed and disrobed, blushing intensely when Gwen would cheer him on like he was giving her a strip tease - which he kinda was, when he really thought about it.

When he was as naked as her, he joined her on the couch and whimpered when she palmed his rock-hard dick. She already had her phone in hand and was slowly stroking him while biting her lip. She was scrolling through her messages and not showing him anything yet. When she realised he was getting impatient, she soothed him.

‘A lot of it is just her being bitchy and trying to goad me into joining them - oh, did that thought excite you?’

‘No,’ he answered and whimpered when her grip on his cock tightened. ‘Not exactly,’ he amended. ‘I was just thinking, with how much you like filming yourself and showing off, that you probably have a whole library of videos of you being a slut saved on a hard drive somewhere.’

Her smile widened and she leaned in until her lips were right against his ear. ‘I do,’ she said, her words so sinful and sexy that he shivered and almost came right there. ‘Maybe I’ll show you if you’re good.’

She giggled when he shivered in delight again. He didn’t know why exactly, but watching what basically amounted to a porno starring his girlfriend - before they were together - excited him to not end. He tried to deny it, especially given how their relationship started, but with Gwen’s hand on his dick, acting as a lie-detector and thought-scanner in one, he could hardly deny the thought turned him on.

Turning to her phone, she turned it so he could see the screen and he groaned. It was a photo of MJ’s smiling face. It alone wasn’t enough to titillate, but the massive dick that it was sharing the frame with and rubbing against her face certainly did the trick.

Just the thought that he’d only just been watching the lead singer of the Mary Janes on stage a couple hours ago, and here she was, rubbing her face against this massive black cock was so naughty it would have normally been enough to have him cumming on the spot - especially with his amazing girlfriend continuing to stroke his dick.

Maybe I’m actually getting better at lasting longer?

‘I swear I wouldn’t be surprised if MJ had powers of her own. She seems to have some kind of inexplicable, in-built, big dick detector that lets her find these hung guys like it’s nothing.’

With her hand still stroking his dick, she scrolled down until they came upon the next image. Even Gwen gasped at this one. Betty was seated in the back of a car, a huge guy either side of her with flaming cheeks.

‘It’s like she’s skiing,’ he joked and Gwen snorted out a giggle.

He’d made the joke because not only was Betty sitting between the two guys, but she had their huge cocks out and was palming them as if they were skiing poles.

‘Betty has a boyfriend, she never joined us when we partied. Hold on.’

Gwen scrolled up to the texts she’d been glossing over and quickly read what her friend had written before snorting. ‘Apparently they called her boyfriend and promised to fuck him if they let her party with them. I always knew Harry was weird.’

‘I haven’t spoken to him in years,’ Peter mused as Gwen scrolled down to the next spicy pic. They’d had a falling out in high-school, and it was so stupid he couldn’t even remember what it was about, which was sad. He and Harry Osbourne had been close friends when they were younger, they’d just grown apart since.

He groaned when he saw the next image. Not specifically because of what he saw, but because Gwen started jacking him faster. It was Gloria - it looked like they were back at Gwen and MJ’s place. She was laying across the couch completely naked, her lithe, dark form incredibly enticing, with her face in one of the guys’ laps. She had her thick lips wrapped around a massive dick while his hands were threaded in her curly hair.

As much as he’d like to see MJ naked and getting fucked, Gwen had already shown him some of her OnlyFans content. Seeing the cool Gloria or the cute Betty like that though? There was something so alien about it that made it extra hot.

He’d always found Gloria super hot too. Not as hot as Gwen, but she also had an incredible ass, and there was something about her cool and aloof demeanour that had him wanting her to step on him.

He might be a bit of a closet freak...

His girlfriend was right about one thing. MJ apparently did have a talent for picking up guys with huge dicks. Each of them he’d seen so far looked like they could put porn stars to shame.

‘Gloria likes to act cool, but she’s as big a slut as the rest of us.’

The fact that she grouped herself in with the others when grading sluttyness had his dick throbbing.

Your girlfriend is a massive slut Pete, you know this. You love this. She’s naked in your place of work and jacking you off for fuck’s sake.

Pete wrapped an arm around Gwen’s shoulder, allowing her to snuggle closer as she scrolled on.

The next pic wasn’t a picture at all, but a short clip. MJ was naked and on her knees with her back to the camera, her curvy frame and big ass featured prominently in frame. Either side of her stood two black guys without a stitch of clothing on their lower halves, their huge dicks hanging halfway down their thighs. When Gwen hit play, MJ looked at the camera over her shoulder with a sexy grin before winking and taking the two big cocks in hand.

He then watched Gwen’s roommate take one cock into her mouth and suck it before turning and taking the other. The clip then looped back to the beginning.

‘Jesus.’

Gwen, perhaps feeling that this might be a bit too much stimulation for him, stopped stroking his cock and instead palmed his balls. While he didn’t feel the immediate risk of cumming all over his office, it still felt really nice.

Gwen didn’t comment, but her increased breathing and the way she was trying to mould herself against his side let him know she was just as turned on as he was.

The next pic was of Gloria laying on the couch length-wise and propping herself up on her elbows. Her slim frame contrasted nicely with her surprisingly big tits that sagged under their own weight off the side of her chest. She had her head tilted back as one guy thrust his huge cock into her mouth while a white guy parked himself between her legs and ate her pussy.

While the pic was really hot, it made him realise he had been neglecting his amazing girlfriend. Gwen yelped when he spun her sideways and pulled her down so she was laying with her head resting on his naked thigh. He then reached down her athletic body until his fingers found her drenched pussy and slipped two fingers into her.

‘Mmm, yeah Stud, just like that,’ she cooed, luxuriating in the special treatment for several moments until, with a whine, she kept scrolling.

The next pic was an extreme close-up of MJ’s big ass with her pussy impaled on one of those massive cocks. The still had them both groaning and Pete picking up the pace of his fingering.

‘How does that even fit in her?’ Pete asked, Gwen’s phone paused on the sexy image as she focused more on Peter’s fingers.

‘It kind of doesn’t,’ Gwen explained from experience, her cheeks flushed and her breaths coming in rapid pants. ‘His cock only goes as deep as her cervix allows, and unless they prepped her good, well, now you know why we have so much lube.’ She looked up at him after her explanation, her expression earnest. ‘That’s why I say you’re big enough for me. Sure, it’s hot playing around with dicks like that, but it’s not like our pussies are portals to another dimension. You can only go so deep.’

She then reached over her shoulder and grasped his cock, which was doing an admirable impression of a steel rod. ‘It’s more important that you’re always hard and thick so you can stretch me so good.’

Pete closed his eyes, forcing his orgasm down through sheer force of will. When he opened them again, his naughty girlfriend was grinning up at him looking extremely smug.

‘Is that right?’ he asked, his tone challenging. She squealed when he started rubbing her clit with his thumb. She rocked at the treatment, snapping her thighs closed and keeping his hand trapped between them while she whimpered.

‘Yes, yes, yes, I’m cumming!’

Peter reached with his other hand and started playing with her pierced nipple as his girlfriend bucked and moaned, riding out her orgasm. Getting a wicked idea, he grabbed his own phone and took a photo of Gwen from above her head and along the length of her body, his drenched hand and fingers still at her pussy. He then sent the photo to MJ with a text that read Gwen says thanks for the inspiration.

He laughed when she quickly sent him back several angry face emojis.

Gwen looked up at him in confusion at the sound of his laugh, evidently not having heard or seen him taking the picture of her. When he showed her the pic and his message to MJ, she laughed too.

‘Oh you’re learning,’ she said, her smile wide. ‘You’re so sexy when you’re confident.’

He blushed at the praise. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to hearing Gwen call him sexy.

They went back to scrolling through the pics. The next one was a clip and it was a spicy one. MJ was sitting on a guy’s lap, this time facing the camera with her big tits hanging free. As much as he loved his girlfriend and thought she had a perfect body, he had to admit MJ had a pretty killer rack.

I want to bury my face in them…


As if sensing his thoughts, Gwen looked up and grinned. ‘It’s okay, the slut has great tits. They taste better than they look too, trust me.’

She openly laughed at his tortured groan. The fact that he didn’t cum on the spot with the mental image Gwen had firmly planted in his mind was a testament to his improved stamina.

When Gwen hit play on the clip, MJ, smiling wide and joking around with whoever was in the room with her, stood and held the massive cock against her leaking womanhood. Then, with a moan that was mirrored by the watching Gwen, she sank onto the big cock her hands on her spread knees as she controlled her descent.

Peter was still stunned that he was watching this relative stranger fuck someone on camera, now with her knowledge.

‘I’m so fucking horny,’ Gwen whined. With a grin up at him, she flipped around so that she was on her knees, her forearms resting on the armrest of the couch and waving her perfect ass at him. ‘C’mon stud, don’t keep me waiting.’

With mounting excitement, he knelt behind her, marvelling at how this was the first time it had been possible for him to do so, and, while gripping her meaty ass, slid his rock-hard cock into his girlfriend. They both groaned as he sank into her and, making sure he could still see the phone, Gwen began scrolling through the messages again.

He wasn’t surprised by any of the pics or clips of MJ and Gloria fucking. They were both insanely attractive, but he was far more interested in his girlfriend, and loving her reactions to seeing each message - namely how her pussy would squeeze him when something aroused her.

She’s remembering when it was her. She’s remembering it fondly. That’s so hot.

Then they got towards the end however and saw pics and clips of Betty. They were infinitely hotter not because she was any prettier than her friends, but because it was so wrong for her to be fucking these big-dicked strangers when she had a boyfriend.

And, personally, he’d always thought Betty to be pretty cute. Seeing the girl be spit-roasted, or having close-ups of her little pussy being spread wide around these huge cocks was so antithetical to what he knew of her it just made it all the more titillating.

Especially when she and the girls were taunting his old friend in some of the clips.

He’d been good at holding off his orgasm, but when Gwen saw those illicit clips of Betty, her reaction was on a whole other level. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

‘Oh fuck, I didn’t know she had it in her!’ Gwen groaned and Pete, knowing it would drive her over the edge, sucked on his digits and started slipping them into her back door, rubbing against his cock through her anus. ‘Oh fuuuuuuck,’ she groaned, her body locking up as she collapsed against the armrest, her body shaking in orgasm.

He didn’t last any longer, her reaction and knowing he’d caused it too much for him. With a groan, he hilted himself in her and released with a mighty groan.

Thankfully, his office had an attached bathroom that they made judicious use of, using the towels and some cleaning supplies to wipe their combined fluids off the plush leather of the couch too.

After Peter added some spicy photos to his own growing collection, of course. Including one of Gwen spread out on his desk, his cum leaking out of her pussy.

‘That was so hot,’ Gwen groaned as she relaxed on the couch and watched him dress. She smirked when, instead of getting dressed herself, she willed her new suit to take the form of the outfit she’d been wearing.

‘Figured you’d like that.’

She laughed. ‘You’ve no idea. It could have none of my suit’s features and it’d be your greatest invention ever.’ Then she smirked and, holding her hand out, a whip-like tentacle shot out of her hand, wrapped around his waist, and pulled him towards her on the couch with a startled yelp.

He’d never intended for it to be used that way, but as long as her body had enough energy to let the nanites replicate and sustain them, he saw no harm in her experimentation. He’d programmed in a fail-safe so they wouldn’t drain her dry, worst case. There was always the possibility of said fail-safe activating at an inopportune time, but he trusted her enhanced body and they would be performing a whole series of tests in the coming days, just to be safe.

Regardless, he could think about work tomorrow, right now he just contented himself with snuggling with his satiated girlfriend, her body wrapped around his and unwilling to let him go.

‘I was gonna ask if you wanted to come back to my place, but…’

‘Too comfy,’ she whined, pulling him down into his plush, suspiciously comfortable office couch and refusing to let him go. ‘Don’t act like we’re not gonna be back here tomorrow anyway to run tests.’

He chuckled, she knew him too well. And the way she was pouting and acting like a sleepy kitten was just too adorable. Grabbing his phone, he took another pic when she again changed her outfit into a tight tank-top and short booty shorts. She popped an eye open and grinned at him when she heard the camera click.

‘I figure this would be slightly more appropriate as a ticket to get into your future gigs,’ he joked and she smiled wide.

‘Way less fun though.’

Chuckling, he set the new picture as his wallpaper and, only wearing his undershirt and boxers, snuggled against his girlfriend’s back. His office even came equipped with a blanket - sleeping at the office seemed pretty standard practise at SI.

‘Did you tell Ben and May?’ Gwen sleepily asked and she chuckled when she felt him freeze against her back. ‘We’ll go see them tomorrow after I go on patrol. I haven’t seen them in ages.’

He dreaded that as much as he’d dreaded showing Gwen. They… would be less than happy that he hadn’t at least told them about his operation.

Still, he’d be bringing Gwen to meet them for the first time as his girlfriend. The thought filled his chest with a surge of warmth and love and he pulled her toned frame tightly against his own.

‘I love you.’

‘Love you…more.’