Good Vibrations

Peter was on edge. Given that symbiotes were invading the city and there was an army of SHIELD agents running around trying to contain them, he felt this wasn’t his usual neurosis. He stood on the edge of a rooftop, scanning the streets, looking for a crisis to intervene and about to take off for another perch when he heard someone sneaking up behind him. 

Under the circumstances, Peter didn’t bother with his spider-sense, which had not tingled to inform him this was a threat. Instead, he twisted around into a shooting stance and let the intruder have it, webbing her up from boots to throat.

Her?

Now that Peter actually looked at her, he recognized her. Daisy Johnson, Quake. Agent of SHIELD. Under his mask, his cheeks flushed red. Good one, Parker—why don’t you snap Nick Fury’s patch for an encore?

“Sorry about that,” he said, moving to assist her. “I’ll have you out of that in a jiffy. It doesn’t stain; promise.”

Daisy fixed him with a chilling glare. “Not a problem,” she told him, sneering with disdain—Peter supposed he wouldn’t be too friendly if he got slimed either. “You’re not the only one with a trick up your sleeve.”

She vibrated, the energy of it stirring her hair like a steady breeze, the flesh of her body subtly jittering like a beaker shoved into a platform shaker. Peter guessed the process was meant to do the same number on his webs that Shocker’s blasts might, but the coils of webbing wrapped around her body acted more like—rubber bands being played as violin strings. They didn’t break. Instead, Daisy went cross-eyed, her lips softly parting, a blush on both her cheeks. She stopped shaking.

“You okay?” Peter asked her. “C’mon, let me help you out. It won’t take a minute.”

“I can handle it!” Daisy insisted strenuously. She started vibrating again. The webbing seemed to loop and swirl around her, but showed no sign of breaking. “Oh Jesus…” Daisy swore softly. “Wow… wow…”

She seemed even more… overcome… then before. Her eyes flitted between heavily-lidded bedroom eyes and wide-eyed, open-mouthed panting—relaxing into one, then skyrocketing into the other. Through the tight-fitting webbing, Peter could see her breasts heaving, her buttocks clenching, and her hips rocking back and forth, as though she were trying to get comfortable. Very, very comfortable.

Peter had been a straight-A student and, as the odd naked nightmare proved, high school hadn’t been that long ago. Besides which, he’d ‘gotten to know’ Gwen, Mary Jane, Felicia. It struck him pretty fast what was happening. 

Daisy was trying—or had at least started out trying—to use her vibrations to break free, but his webs were elastic. They took her vibrations and made them rebound inward. For the most part, it would feel like a deep-tissue massage; something Daisy could no doubt use if this crisis had her as on edge as he was. But on her erogenous zones, it would feel very, very good.

Imagine that. Someone’s come up with a new way to use my webbing for sex and it wasn’t me.

He tried one last time to intercede on Quake’s behalf. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get you out of there?”

Daisy’s face was flushed, sweating, her hair equally damp. Her unfocused eyes trained themselves on Peter; he didn’t think she could help how limpid, how lustful they looked. She was as desperate to be fucked as Mary Jane on their wedding night, or Felicia on a Saturday. “Don’t you dare!” she cried, then broke off into a series of heaving breaths, closing her eyes in ecstasy. “Fuck, it’s in my ass—never thought it would feel so good in my ass…”

Peter shrugged. He had tried. Now what else was there to do in a situation like this except to, well, take advantage of an interesting opportunity?

He put his hands on Daisy’s shoulders—she barely appeared to notice—and lowered her down onto her knees. At the shift in position, Daisy went into a panting fit of hyperventilation, then squealed in orgasm. Peter guessed the change did all kinds of interesting things to the vibrations she was giving herself. 

With Daisy now situated, he reached to his waistband and lowered it down to his thighs. When his cock sprang out, Daisy was paralyzed by the sight of it—so struck that she stopped vibrating. She was astonished that underneath the costume, Spider-Man was so huge, so mature… so fuckable. 

“Shit, your cock is gorgeous,” she breathed. The shaft was sleek and rigid, the cockhead a deep rose in color to match its engorgement, and the whole length was gracefully sculpted like some majestic weapon. Even without the vibrations, she felt her pussy clench as she stared at his incredible erection. 

“Since you won’t let me help you out,” Peter said, “I think you’d better help me out. Or I could always take my webbing and leave.”

“No, don’t!” Daisy cried. It’d been so long since she’d had a man—so long since her hand or a toy had really satisfied her—and her vibrations were too dangerous to use them like she was doing now. Except with his webbing as a literal safety net, there was no pain, no danger. And she had always liked giving as much as receiving. Her body trembled with hunger, but now her throat wanted what her pussy was getting. 

She could smell Spider-Man’s musk on his cock, a combination of cum, sweat, and the tartness of a woman’s juices. She wasn’t the first woman Spider-Man had gotten his hands on today. She wondered if he had a wife, a girlfriend—maybe both? Clearly, he was still taking applications…

Peter decided he’d given Daisy long enough to back out. When she started vibrating again, pleasuring herself with his webbing, he moved, crashing his knob into her graciously opened mouth. He sank to the back of her throat, half of his length pulsing in her mouth, feeling the tiny stroking fingers of her vibrations through Daisy’s own flesh. 

The feeling reminded him of when Mary Jane had blown him and used a vibrator at the same time, finally massaging her neck with the dildo while she was throating him. It had been a suitable climax to the sex then; now, it almost made Peter come too soon. He backed out, leaving Daisy shivering with pleasure.

“Oh… yes,” Daisy gasped, her jaw still hanging open as if she were addicted to the solid weight of his cock in her mouth, giving her lust something to focus on as she got off again and again. “Love this big, hard cock!”

Now she surged forward, gulping him down until she felt his cockhead push between her tonsils. In some weird way, pleasuring Spider-Man gave her permission to really enjoy herself, not feel so guilty about how whorishly she was getting off on what amounted to masturbation. Maybe it was some Chinese work ethic passed down in her DNA, but with Peter sealed into her mouth, a convulsion shot into her pussy. She rubbed her knees together, trying to own the ecstasy she was feeling, but it was entirely having its way with her. She might have been masturbating, but she felt absolutely ravished.

“That’s good, baby,” Peter groaned, hands on Daisy’s head to hold her in place as he eased his hips back and forth. He was using her mouth and throat gently, but using them nonetheless. 

Daisy loved it. Maybe she was just naturally submissive; maybe that was why she had ended up wearing a SHIELD catsuit and taking orders from a revolving door of SHIELD directors instead of striking out on her own like all the other superheroes. But all she really knew was that Spider-Man was shoving himself down her gullet again. 

“Suck it all, every inch of it. I hope you’re thirsty, because I’m giving you a whole fucking gallon of cum to drink!”