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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Spider-Man_-_Fandom, MCU, Avengers, captain_america:_civil_war_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Spider-Man/Black_Widow
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Black_Widow
  Additional Tags:
      handjobs, Anal, Rape, Femdom, Maledom, BDSM, Submissive_Black_Widow, Very
      Dubious_Consent, Rape_Kink, tied_up, Older_Woman/Younger_Man
  Series:
      Part 1 of MCU_Fetish
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-07 Words: 1632
****** Araneae ******
by StannisTheMannis
Summary
     It's night before the war begins, and Peter Parker can't get any
     sleep.
     Luckily for him, an opportunity arises for him to let off some steam,
     in the form of the Black Widow.
     But what happens when Natasha Romanov realizes that the young
     superhero might not be as easily manipulated as she expected?
Peter Parker couldn't sleep.
It was the day before the big fight, and Mr. Stark had specifically told him to
make sure he was well-rested, but instead Peter had spent the entire night in
the hotel too
tinkering with his web-shooters, trying out his new costume, or working on
quips for the upcoming battle. A few days ago, the most exciting moment in his
life had been when he managed to catch a bad guy without falling and hitting
his head, stumbling over a one-liner, or generally making a dumbass of himself.
And now...
Now he had met Tony Stark, the richest man in the world as well as the coolest
superhero. Now he was in Germany, when he had never even left the city before.
Now he was about to go up against Captain America.
A knock came on the door, and a woman's voice called out.
"Room service!"
Peter jumped down from the ceiling, where he had been trying to see how long he
could hang upside down before all the blood rushed to his head and made him
dizzy, and he rushed to the door, unlocking it.
When he saw who was on the other side, Peter was stunned. It was the either a
room service lady who happened to look exactly like the Black Widow, or...
"Are you the Black Widow?" Peter squeaked, before mentally cursing himself for
talking a way that could be described as a squeak.
Luckily for him, Natasha Romanov just laughed. "As far as I know."
Peter noticed that her voice was surprisingly husky, and probably deeper than
his own. He tried not to let that bother him.
"So, uh, you excited for the big showdown?" asked Peter, trying his best to
sound casual, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure if excited is the word I'd use. You may think this is just a
game, but-"
"I don't!" interrupted Peter hurriedly. "I mean, I know it's not a game. I just
meant-"
"I know what you meant," said the older woman softly, and she stepped into the
room. Natasha was wearing black sweatpants and a tight tank top, both clinging
to her ample curves in a way that Peter found extraordinarily distracting.
"So, you're the Spider-Boy?" she asked, and Peter sighed.
"Spider-Man," he mumbled, and Natasha looked at him skeptically.
"You don't look like a man."
"Gee, thanks," replied Peter, starting to wish that she would just leave.
"It's okay," she said, stepping closer- almost uncomfortably close. "I like
them young."
Peter didn't know how to respond to that, but luckily he didn't have to.
Natasha leaned in and kissed him, her soft full lips pressing against his own,
as she reached down and began stroking his cock through the fabric of his
pants.
Peter backed away suddenly, eyes wide.
"Wha-What are you doing?"
Natasha rolled her eyes, smirking.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to fuck you?"
"Uh... Why?"
The Black Widow sighed as she moved towards him. "Peter, when someone offers to
have sex wth you, you don't ask why. Come on. Unzip your pants."
Hesitantly, still uncertain, Peter reached down, fumbling with the zipper of
his pants. He tugged down them down along with his underwear, and Natasha eyed
his erection hungrily.
"Not bad for a kid. Now lie back," she ordered, and Peter laid down on the bed,
erect cock sticking up into the air like a flagpole. The Black Widow leaned
down over him, reached down, and without a word wrapped her fingers around his
dick.
"Oh, fuck..." Peter moaned, as the older woman worked his shaft, stroking it
slowly at first, before picking up the pace, moving her nimble fingers quicker
and quicker.
He couldn't tell if she was enjoying the experience. Natasha brought him closer
to climax in an entirely business-like way, as if it was her job, nothing more.
"I'm close," groaned Peter, when he couldn't take it anymore, and Natasha
smiled smugly as she gave his cock one last squeeze. He came with a moan, thick
warm come pouring down his erection, the sticky white substance coating
Natasha's hand. Peter sighed blissfully as Black Widow looked at her come-
covered hand, then rubbed it against Peter's cheek, smearing his face with his
own juices.
"See you tomorrow, Spider-Boy," said Natasha, and she turned, walking towards
the door. Peter bolted upright, snapped out of his contentment.
"Hey! Where- Where are you going?"
She looked back at him, confused. "What do you mean? I'm leaving."
Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You mean- That's it!? You said
you'd fuck me!"
Natasha frowned, as she reached for the door knob. "Desperation isn't
attractive, Peter. Try not to act so needy."
She turned the knob, and was about to open the door when Peter raised a hand.
"That's it," he snapped, as he fired his web shooter, the synthetic webs gluing
Natasha's hand to the knob. She tried to yank it away, but the web fluid held
fast.
"Let me out!" the Black Widow demanded, but instead Peter fired another web,
this time sticking her other hand to the door. Natasha struggled, trying her
hardest to break free, but she couldn't.
"Please," she begged, as Peter got out of the bed and began walking towards
her, his cock still hard. "Let me out. Please, Peter."
"Desperation isn't attractive," said Peter with a smirk. "It must be a new
feeing for you, huh? Not being in charge?"
He reached out, caressing her ass through the fabric of the sweatpants,
enjoying the feel of her plump but firm flesh in his hands. On a whim, he gave
her butt a little smack, immensely turned on by both the way it jiggled and the
way Natasha whimpered.
"This isn't funny. I'll- I'll tell Tony."
"What's he gonna do?" asked Peter. "Arrest me? Besides... you're the one who
seduced me."
The teen grabbed the waistband of Natasha's sweatpants, and with a laugh he
pulled them down, exposing her bare ass, pale and perfectly rounded.
"Not half-bad," said Peter, impressed. "No wonder they keep you on the team.
After all, it isn't because of how useful you are against aliens and robots,
right?"
"Stop," pleaded Natasha. "Stop, or I'll kill you. I swear to God I'll kill
you."
Peter couldn't deny that he was a little frightened by that, but he knew he was
in too far to back out now. Instead, he grabbed one of her ass cheeks in each
hand, and spread them, revealing her tight, pink little asshole.
"Sorry, but, well, I have this power... I like to think of it as my Spider-
Sense. It goes off whenever I'm near a potential threat, and guess what?"
He whispered into her ear, and she shivered.
"It hasn't gone off once since you walked in."
With that, Peter thrust inside of her, and the Black Widow screamed, writhing
like a wild animal, trying with all her might to free herself from Peter's web,
but to no avail. Giving up, she scrunched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth
as Peter's cock plunged into her asshole again and again, stretching it out,
each thrust going deeper and deeper.
"That's good," Peter groaned as he fucked her mercilessly. "So goddamn good..."
While he drilled into her, the young hero raised a hand and spanked her, softly
at first, than harder, until her white flesh began to turn bright red and she
couldn't help but let out a little yelp with each spank.
"You like this, don't you, slut?" asked Peter, not sure where this new side of
his had come from. "You like being fucked in the ass?"
Natasha shook her head, black tears running down her face, and Peter grabbed
her long scarlet hair, pulling on it hard. The Avenger shrieked in pain, and
Peter fucked her even faster, reaching up and roughly palming her breasts,
pinching and prodding them.
"You've got some fat tits," Peter told her. "And such a fat ass... Walking
around in that leather catsuit, the zipper pulled down to your belly button-
You can't pretend you don't get off on being treated like a whore. 'Cause you
are a whore, Nat, aren't you? A nasty little whore?"
"Yes!" she screamed, taking Peter aback. "I'm such a whore! Fuck me, Spider-
Man! Fuck your nasty whore!"
That was too much for Peter. With a low, guttural grown, he came deep inside of
her, squeezing her breasts as he did, fingernails biting into her soft flesh.
Peter thrusted a few more times, making sure he was satisfied, before pulling
out and stumbling back, his legs suddenly weak, collapsing down on the bed.
Natasha was crying, he realized, as she stood trapped in his web, and despite
the fact that he had just came twice in the past twenty minutes, Peter felt his
cock twitch as blood flowed down into it.
"Let me go," she whimpered in a soft, trembling voice, so unlike the one she
had taunted him with. "You did what you wanted to me. Now let me go."
"Well, I'm not sure about that," said Peter with a smirk. "See, it takes a few
hours for my webs to dissolve. And I guess I could cut you free, but the thing
is... I'm not sure if I'm done with you yet."
He leaned back, watching Natasha sob quietly with a smile. It would take a
while, Peter knew, but eventually the Black Widow would accept the fact that
she wanted, that she needed, to be treated like the slut she was. After all,
they had all night.
Mr. Stark had told him to get a good night's sleep, but for some reason Peter
didn't think that he or Natasha would be getting any sleep at all...
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