Chapter 233 - My CO Stash #33 - Peter Parker F_U_C_KS! by Cambrian (MCU) (1/2)

-Not a SI, I really just wanted to post another MCU fic~ With the Pimperor Cambrian, we get an AU with Peter Parker being a major f_u_c_kboy!

Sypnosis: This story is an Alternative Universe very loosely based on the MCU, but with groups like the X-Men and the Fantastic Four and others all added into the mix as well. Set after an alternate take on Infinity War/Endgame. In which Peter Parker begins to attract the attention of the women from the Marvel Universe...

Rated: M

Words: 77K

Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/peter-parker-f_u_c_ks-mcu-au.10039/ (Cambrian)

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Chapter 1

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”Pop quiz, everyone. Books away, pencils and papers out.”

Peter has to duck his head as 'Natalie Rushman' makes sure to meet his eyes and give him a saucy little wink, not for the first time that day. There's some muttering at that, because when you have a long-term substitute teacher as hot as the red head standing at the front of the room, you tend to pay attention to her. Which means that some of the other guys in class have not failed to notice that Peter is getting LOTS of attention from 'Ms. Rushman'.

Of course, he knows her as more than just their smoking hot substitute teacher. He knows that Natalie Rushman isn't even her real name. Her real name, or at least the name that she'd given him, is Natasha Romanoff, and she's secretly an Agent of SHIELD who goes by the moniker 'the Black Widow'. Needless to say, Peter was surprised to learn that. But when you knew the secrets Peter had, it made sense that a spy agency like SHIELD would decide to keep tabs on him.

By day, he was nerdy, geeky Peter Parker. By night, he was the one and only Amazing Spider-Man. Just Spider-Man for short, of course. He was a crime-fighting superhero, doing his part to keep New York safe, despite his age. In the end, Peter didn't think that his youth entitled him to stay out of the fight. After all, as Uncle Ben had always said, 'With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility'.

Peter had done his best to live by those words after his uncle died. He'd done his best to live up to his full potential. But he couldn't be Spider-Man without drawing some… unwanted attention. Not that Natasha was unwanted attention, even if ever since he'd found out her real identity, she'd been making it hard as hell to get through his days at school.

But then, they hadn't just revealed themselves to one another THAT way, the night that Natasha had confronted him, up on that roof. She'd known who he was going in of course, and she'd used that to… to unbalance him! Yeah, that was a good way of putting it. Another, blunter way, was to say she'd seduced him. Because she'd had. She'd seduced him, and t-they'd had s_e_x, and it'd been Peter's first time, but god it'd been fun. He'd f_u_c_k_e_d Natasha Romanoff hard up on that roof, and something told him he'd left a lasting impression, because the days that had followed, she hadn't left him alone.

As the gorgeous red head finishes writing out the ten questions for this particular pop quiz on the white board at the front of the class, she turns around and much like most of the male students in the class (as well as some of the female students) Peter has to hastily remove his eyes from her gorgeous derriere, contained perfectly within the confines of her form-fitting pencil skirt as it is. Though, privately, Peter has to admit that he thought her a_s_s looked even MORE perfect contained within her black, leather catsuit, the one she'd confronted him in that night, up on that rooftop.

Regardless, while yes, Peter isn't the only one who was blatantly staring at her a_s_s as she wrote down the questions that they were to answer, he IS the only one who gets caught doing so, by simple virtue of his face being the first Natasha seeks when she turns back around. Blushing profusely as she gives him a coy smile and tells the class to get to work in the same instant, Peter ducks his head again and tries to focus on the pop quiz.

It's not easy, given that he's already rock hard. Natasha has spent the entire day singling him out. He was pretty sure she was trying to rile him up on purpose. It was what she'd done that night on the roof, where he'd f_u_c_k_e_d her harder than he would have thought he was capable of. Did she want a round two? Well Peter would be glad to give it to her, just as soon as he could get her alone and… oh god, this was the WORST.

He was having such a difficult time focusing on the pop quiz in front of him. It didn't help that she'd been asking him questions that were really subtle double entendre, all morning long. His mind is awash with lurid fantasies, and he can't really even decide what he wants to do with the red head, when he finally gets his hands on her again. And damn it all, he is going to get his hands on her. He's going to f_u_c_k her so damn hard for this.

He's-

”Are you struggling with the first question, Mister Parker?”

Peter freezes up as her voice trails across his ear, teasing and lilting in all the right ways. Natasha had been moving around the room while he was so busy fantasizing, and as a result, she's snuck up on him. Damn his spidey-sense for only really activating when there was an ACTUAL danger involved. Didn't it understand that it couldn't let it's guard down around this… this Black Widow?!

Either way, the rest of the class titters at Natasha's words and at Peter's expense, and Flash makes some comment about how dumb Peter is, or something or other. Truth be told, the web-slinger isn't paying much attention to anything, because after asking her question, Natasha has leaned forward and planted her b_r_e_a_s_ts up against his back as she rests her chin on his shoulder.

Grossly inappropriate behavior for a teacher to be engaging in with a student… probably. Peter doesn't really know, and he's pretty sure no one else in the classroom is going to say anything about it. The guys are jealous of course, but 'Ms. Rushman' runs a tough ship, and they've learned by this point that if she assigns detention, it's not served with her, but with the big, burly basketball coach, who usually has all sorts of menial labor for problem students to handle.

”Let me help you, Peter.”

That's the last thing Natasha says loud enough for everyone else to here, as she begins to, seemingly, walk him through the steps of solving the first problem on the board. Truth be told, he doesn't need her help. Peter Parker is no dunce, no ignoramus. He knows this shit, and to prove it, he begins to answer the questions in record time, hoping that it will make Natasha leave him alone, because damn it, he couldn't do anything to her right now, not here, not with so many eyes on them!

But it doesn't. Natasha stays pressed up against him from behind and goes subvocal as she murmurs so quietly that only Peter, with his enhanced hearing, can understand her words.

”How hard are you right now, little Spider? Is your big, fat c_o_c_k straining against the inside of those jeans?”

Peter tries desperately to focus on the whiteboard and his paper, finishing with the third question now and moving into the fourth. But Natasha doesn't stop.

”I want you inside me again. I wonder how I should arrange that, hm? Shall I find you out on patrol again, and let you rail me up against another wall?”

A shudder runs down Peter's spine, as he gets to the sixth question. He's going to finish this quiz, and then he's going to touch her someway, as subtly as he can, propriety be damned! But until then, Natasha still has his ear, and she's still whispering to him so quietly that not even the people to his left and right can hear her. But he can… damn it, he can.

”No, that would be far too late, wouldn't it? I need you now, Peter… and I'm sure you need me as well, don't you? Your big, fat c_o_c_k needs to be in a real woman already, and I'm the only real woman around. Just waiting to be f_u_c_k_e_d. Just begging to be taken.”

If he wasn't wearing fairly confining jeans, his c_o_c_k would probably be bouncing up against the underside of the table, to be perfectly honest. It'd be going 'SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!' in response to Natasha's unrepentant, incessant teasing. Luckily, he's got that technically under control. Technically, because it still f_u_c_k_i_n_g hurts right now. Peter has a big d_i_c_k. He's pretty sure it's half of why Natasha is so enamored with him after that night together. But right now, having that big d_i_c_k is proving to be more of a curse than a blessing. He's literally in pain right now from the erection filling out one leg of his jeans.

Gritting his teeth, Peter finishes the tenth question, but before he can put down his pencil and find a way to f_u_c_k_i_n_g interact with Natasha f_u_c_k_i_n_g Romanoff in a public setting, she's pulling away, the damnable tease. Peter's eyes are wide as the red head slips to his side, taking his paper from him and making a show of checking it over. At the same time, her leg raises up in just the right way, and Peter gets quite the show as he finds out that 'Ms. Rushman' isn't currently wearing p_a_n_t_i_e_s.

His eyes wander, but as it turns out, that's exactly what Natasha is waiting for. The next thing he knows, his head has been turned by a stinging slap across his face, and 'Natalie Rushman' is walking back towards the front of the classroom with her head held high. All eyes are on him… until she gets to her desk and turns around, speaking clearly and concisely. Then, all eyes are on her, including his own.

”Detention, Mister Parker. After school, with me. Do you understand?”

That gets even more murmurings and mutterings as quite a few jealous looks are thrown his way. Peter, meanwhile, has never been more erect, more in need of… release. But now that he's got a confirmation on when exactly they're going to go at it, he's also never been more eager either. Doing his best to keep said eagerness off of his face and out of his voice, Peter is sure he fails spectacularly, even as he swallows hard and gives Natasha a nod.

”Yes, Ms. Rushman.”

And like that, beyond a few muttered comments and a hissed 'lucky' from Flash, it's over. Natasha has everyone pass up their finished pop quizzes for later grading and then continues on with the lesson until the period ends and they're onto their next class for the day. Luckily, she gives him a LITTLE bit of a break by the end there, and when Peter gets up, he's not tenting his jeans, or outlining one of his pant legs with his enormous c_o_c_k or anything like that.

If this keeps up, he might need to buy a belt just so he can strap his d_i_c_k down to his t_h_i_g_h, even if Peter really isn't into that sort of thing, if he's being honest. But at this point, it'd be more about social survival in High School over s_e_x_u_a_l p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e. Regardless, now he has a time at which he'll be with Natasha alone. That'll have to do.

Settling into his next class, doing his best to keep the evil grin off of his face, Peter begins to plot.

-x-X-x-

”Well now, Mister Parker. It seems you have me at a disadvantage. What could you possibly have planned for me next?”

Peter stares at Natasha as he strokes his c_o_c_k openly, the big, meaty shaft out in the open, and pointed unerringly at the red head's face. Said face is currently upside down, along with the rest of her body. Peter hadn't bothered waiting for Natasha to tease him some more or give him permission. He'd waited long enough after entering the classroom for her to close the blinds on the windows and lock the door to the room, and then… he'd acted.

If it were a real fight, Peter suspected that he wouldn't have gotten away with this. Natasha would have put up far more resistance, and there was no doubt in his mind that she was better than him, even if he DID have enhancements from that spider bite. She could definitely hand his a_s_s to him, if she wanted to. Key word there being 'if'.

He was beginning to get an idea of exactly how Natasha operated. He was starting to understand what she wanted from him. Which was why Peter currently had her hung upside down, webbed up against the white board, her hands and feet held fast by said webbing, and her body on full display, albeit still mostly hidden beneath her clothes. Stepping forward, Peter gets closer to the red head super spy, but he keeps his pillar of meat just out of reach of her pouty lips, which open wide to try and take him in. Instead, his c_o_c_k slides past her mouth, brushing along her cheek. Natasha suckles at it, but it's clear she's irritated that she can't suck ON it fully, as she wants to.

Peter though, is more interested in what's contained beneath her blouse. He grabs the shirt and positively tears it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Then, he flips her bra down. Or more accurately up, as she's currently upside down. Nat's t_i_t_s hang upside down with the rest of her, but that makes them no less perfect. Peter grabs hold of the crimson-haired femme fatale's b_r_e_a_s_ts, groping and squeezing them to his heart's content as he grinds against her face, sliding his c_o_c_k across her cheek and her hair, and forcing his churning balls up against her nose.

”You've been a bad girl, Natasha. Teasing me so much… what did you think would happen?”

Natasha m_o_a_ns against his ball sack, her tongue slathering it with saliva, even as Peter works over her oh-so-perfect b_r_e_a_s_ts, his fingers pinching her n_i_p_p_l_es.

”Oooh, you can't possibly think you'll get away with this, Mister Parker! I'm going to have you in detention for the rest of the year!”

Chuckling as his c_o_c_k twitches under Natasha's verbal AND physical teasing, Peter finally pulls back, leaving his member just an inch away from the straining red head's full lips. She still has them wide open as she hangs upside down against the wall. Her face is red, but by this point, Peter is pretty sure that's just the blood rushing to her head, not any sign that Natasha is actually fl_u_s_tered by all of this.

Grinning down at her, Peter gives the gorgeous femme fatale a wink.

”Then I guess we'd better get started.”

And with that, he thrusts his c_o_c_k right into her mouth, just as assuredly as he'd thrust forward into her c_u_n_t that night, up on the roof. Natasha's jaw stretches wide, like some sort of big snake, and she takes him right down her throat as Peter's c_o_c_k has to bend in order to continue its way into her esophagus, and then up into her upside-down gullet. To her credit, Natasha handles this with amazing aplomb, even as his balls come to a rest on her face, grinding into her nose, where her nostrils are flaring.

She doesn't choke, she doesn't gag, she doesn't gurgle. She swallows, and Peter can't help but wonder just how many men the Black Widow has seduced and f_u_c_k_e_d before him, because really, the way she's handling his member in such a compromised position speaks to PLENTY of experience. Not that he minds it, all that much. Her throat convulses and squeezes down around Peter's massive meat log as she swallows his length and easily deep throats his member like a champ.

Needing more, wanting more, Peter pinches and pulls at Natasha's n_i_p_p_l_es, elongating her gorgeous b_r_e_a_s_ts out from her body, all while he thrusts forward with his crotch, beginning to f_u_c_k the bound red head's face, right then and there. As he speeds up the pace and truly starts to give it to her, roughly skull-f_u_c_k_i_n_g the needy femme fatale, Natasha does begin to break. She can't keep it up forever, no matter how much control she has over her body.

It starts with some gurgling, and then some gagging, before graduating to full-blown choking. The Black Widow, plastered to the whiteboard by his web, choking on HIS c_o_c_k… oh yeah, it's more than a little bit of a power trip for Peter, there's no denying that.

”Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Natasha gags as Peter f_u_c_ks her face quite messily with his big, fat member. His ball sack slaps against the upper half of her face, from her nose to her forehead. Drool and prec_u_m and all that good still drips UP the length of her head, towards her hanging red hair, and her makeup and mascara and eyeshadow run through, making even more of a mess of her.

Peter loves it, every last minute of it… but he only truly loves it because he knows Natasha wants it. He's well aware that this is exactly what Natasha wants from him, though he couldn't exactly explain to anyone who asked why that is. It's like… it's sort of like his spidey-sense, but Peter can't really imagine he got this extra sense from the spider bite. But he's able to just look at Natasha, and despite the show she puts on, despite the dangerous femme fatale she definitely is, he knows exactly what she needs. And what she needs is to be f_u_c_k_e_d HARD.

Peter does that, and he does it well, making use of Natasha's mouth, esophagus, and gullet, even as the red head keeps her tongue writhing along the underside of his thrusting, pistoning prick all the while. Until eventually, he can't hold back anymore. Her throat is too tight, too wet, and too unbelievably hot for him to keep it together forever. Peter originally intended to spend only a little while f_u_c_k_i_n_g Nat's face before moving onto what he figured would be the main event… but he gets caught up in things, and in the end, he pulls out with only a second to spare, and positively COVERS the Black Widow's face and t_i_t_s in his white, hot spunk.

He paints Natasha Romanoff white, and leaves her gasping for breath and blowing c_u_m bubbles as the onslaught on her throat comes to an end. And as Peter steps back and rests himself against her desk behind him, he can't help but admire the view. One hand goes down to his c_o_c_k, and he slowly strokes himself again, just as he was doing before, they began. Letting Natasha recover, Peter considers what he's going to do next.

Really, there's only one option at the end of the day, isn't there? It's not like he's going to leave the job unfinished!

-x-X-x-

Natasha m_o_a_ns as Peter bends her over her own desk, his viscous, thick c_u_m dripping down onto the faux wood as he takes her still webbed hands and spreads them out as far as they'll go, planting them down onto the desk until they adhere there quite securely. Face down, with her hands restrained, Natasha could STILL likely fight her way out of this, if she wanted to.

Grabbing the back of her pencil skirt, Peter hikes it up over her bared a_s_s, revealing the lack of p_a_n_t_i_e_s that she'd knowingly flashed him with earlier in the day. However, it also reveals her long, gorgeous legs, and her thick t_h_i_g_hs. As beautiful as Natasha is, as 'womanly' and 'feminine' as she manages to come across, Peter doesn't fail to notice, with his heightened senses, as the red head's t_h_i_g_h and leg muscles ripple beneath her beautifully smooth skin.

It's another sign of just how much Natasha wants this, to be honest. He can practically see from then tense nature of her form that the femme fatale is having to fight against her instinct to fight every second of this period of inaction. Peter can even imagine how she might get out of things from this position. She's very flexible, after all, so she could probably use the desk as leverage to swing her legs up in flying roundhouse kicks, which would in turn take him right in the head.

From there, even though he couldn't see it, he bet she had a way to counteract his webbing, hidden somewhere around. It wasn't like he'd searched her or her desk, after all, she wasn't a real enemy. She would be able to free herself quite easily, and then he'd be hauled off to SHIELD, probably. If this was all real, if he was actually taking her against her will, rather than giving her exactly what she wanted. He was-

”Stop fantasizing about me kicking your a_s_s Peter. Or better yet, fantasize WHILE f_u_c_k_i_n_g me. Just don't keep me in suspense, or I WILL put you in a leg lock and choke you the f_u_c_k out.”

Peter blinks and then snorts, his c_o_c_k jumping to full attention. He reaches down and grabs hold of Natasha's heart-shaped, pleasingly firm a_s_s, and digs his fingers into it. She's extremely toned of course, but due to his super-strength, he still gets plenty of purchase, even as he steps up to the plate so to speak, slapping his massive meat rod down onto Natasha's exposed backside, hot dogging her a_s_s cheeks for a few moments with his c_o_c_k.