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Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 46 (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2022-10-23 14:56:15 +0000 UTCA/N: With this chapter, the very last of Peter's reservations are laid to rest. He's gonna be ready to take life by the horns now~
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Peter briefly considers having the talk he wants to have with Gwen in the relative privacy and comfort of her own bedroom. Briefly. He quickly finds himself discarding the idea for several reasons. One, it might not be so comfortable if he shows up out of nowhere and sneaks into her room just for a chat. Sure, he could text ahead and let her know he was coming, even ask her if now was a good time, but that brought him to reason number two. Her father.
Peter hadn’t met Police Commissioner George Stacy just yet. He’d seen him on the news a couple times recently, and the man seemed like a good enough guy. However, not only was he the Police Commissioner, the man also didn’t know his daughter was Spider-Woman, Peter was pretty sure. All of that put together… well, it seemed like a really bad idea to show up to the Commissioner’s house as Spider-Man. The opposite of private and comfortable.
Which left Peter with the other option. No, not being responsible and waiting until he and Gwen could talk privately at school the next day. That would be way too reasonable and logical. Hah, don’t be ridiculous! No, he was going to ask Gwen to come out in costume and meet with him. Easy peasy, right?
“Hey Friday? Send a message to Gwen Stacy for me asking if she’s free to come out and play.”
“Message sent. Receiving a reply now.”
Peter blinks. That was fast. Before he can say anything to that effect however, Friday’s voice comes up again.
“Reply received. Message reads: ‘Name the time and place, slugger. Always down to play.’”
… He’s not sure what he was expecting, other than exactly that. Of course Gwen would be eager as ever. Heh, he had to remember she was only one foot out of this universe. Unlike his situation, which might as well have been a thousand different scraps of Peter Parker pulled together into one whole, Gwen was two different versions of herself melded on top of each other.
It didn’t SEEM like it was hurting her… but Peter would be damned if he didn’t make sure at the very least.
After having Friday shoot off a location for Gwen to meet him at, Peter heads on over, swinging through the New York city streets. Flying through the air, slinging webs from building to building… it was usually a great way to clear his head. But he had to admit, he was a little preoccupied with how Gwen might react to the news he was about to lay on her.
Unlike with Natasha, Peter wasn’t even considering lying to the blonde heroine. Out of everyone, he thought she might be the only one who would understand. He needed to tell… someone everything. And he felt like Gwen might just be his girl.
That said, he definitely wanted to feel her up a little bit first. Wait, no. Feel her out! Feel her OUT! Peter flushes under his mask. Damn it all, Kate Bishop’s offer for a threesome with her and Yelena was still very fresh in Peter’s mind. After seeing both ladies fight, he knew exactly how flexible they both were. He would need to take them up on that offer sooner rather than later.
Arriving at the top of the building he’d picked out, Peter doesn’t have to wait long before Gwen… or rather, Spider-Woman, comes swinging in as well. He blinks at the sight of her, just now realizing that this is the first time he’s actually seen Gwen in her costume in the flesh, rather than simply hearing about it, or talking about it with her.
Huh, he hadn’t even thought about that before. He’s definitely thinking about it now though, especially as she swings up from under the lip of the building, executing a perfect flip and coming down for a three point landing on the rooftop. His eyes can’t help but fixate upon her curves and her muscles under the form-fitting costume she’s wearing. White, black, with pink to help the two colors meet in the middle. It really, honestly works… and Peter’s not just saying that because he’s fucked the woman under the mask.
Rising from her landing, Gwen pulls back her hood, not that that does anything but reveal her masked head as she tilts it to the side.
“Sup, slugger?”
Smiling slightly, Peter sighs and walks forward, closing the distance between them.
“Heya, Spider-Gwen.”
There’s a pause, and then Gwen chuckles.
“Cute nickname, but let’s not use that one alright? Kind of ruins the whole secret identity thing doesn’t it?”
Peter ducks his head, having realized how stupid it sounded the moment the words left his mouth. She was right of course. Still, seeing him duck his head, Gwen doesn’t hesitate to walk forward as well, finishing closing the gap and placing her arms around his neck right then and there as she pulls him into a hug. His hands go right to her waist, and Peter finds himself looking down into the wide eyes of her mask.
“Soooo… is this a pleasure call, or business? You want to go fight crime… or something else?”
For just a moment, Peter considers taking her up on her offer… either of them, really. Going and fighting crime together, or even just fucking here on the rooftop as Spider-Man and Spider-Woman… it sounded nice. The latter in particular sounded fucking hot as all hell.
But no. He knew he couldn’t. He knew he needed to tell Gwen what was really going on. She needed to be aware of the forces outside of her control that had… plucked her from her original universe and put her here for HIS benefit. Anything less would be a disservice to the blonde he’s currently holding in his arms.
“Friday, need a comm device. And… need you to stop listening in for a while, please.”
There’s barely a pause as Peter feels his Iron Spider Suit rapidly construct a comms piece for Gwen, one that shows up in the palm of his hand after a moment.
“Of course, Peter.”
Now, Friday could lie to him and listen in and he would never know… but Peter trusts the AI not to do that. She’s one of his best friends, and he doesn’t believe she’d betray him like that. Holding up the comms piece, Peter offers it to Gwen who in turn takes it and gets it up under her mask and into her ear after a moment. Switching his own comms to internal so that none of his audio leaves his suit save to travel to her earpiece, Peter clears his throat.
“Testing. Can you hear me?”
Gwen, perhaps suspecting that whatever he has to say is very, VERY private, simply nods to show she can. Taking a deep shuddering breath, Peter tilts his head forward, resting his forehead against Gwen’s own.
“Okay, great. I’ve got… a lot to tell you. Just listen for a moment please. It all started at the Xavier Institute…”
He outlines everything that happened to him from the moment he and Emma Frost started fucking, to the moment where he came out of the mental contact with the Infinity Stones. Hopefully, by telling it all as it happened, Gwen is more likely to believe the part that pertains to her specifically. Or she might call him crazy, but… was it really that out there?
She HAD after all been transported from her dimension to this one. She remembered that, she’d been the one to tell him the multiverse was real in the first place. She’d also been the one to specifically point out that her and her father’s transition from their universe to this one had happened at the exact moment Peter snapped his fingers and stopped Thanos. So it shouldn’t be too hard for her to accept, right?
And yet, he was still nervous. Still afraid of her reaction, as he finally came to the end of his story. Pulling his forehead away from hers, he stares at her silently as Gwen processes everything he’s said for a long moment before chuckling to herself.
“Porn Universe, huh?”
Peter can’t help but flush under the mask at that. Seriously?!
“Seriously? That’s what you focus on?”
Tilting her head to the side, Gwen just giggles.
“What did you think I would focus on? I told you when we originally confessed to one another that I thought you had something to do with my circumstances. This just makes sense, really.”
Peter’s shoulders slump in relief. Precisely as he’d hoped, and ultimately all of his worry had turned out to be silly. Still… he switches back to internal comms only.
“You’re not… mad? Your agency was removed. You were literally brought here to be a gift for me.”
Gwen just shrugs at that, before reaching up and tapping his mouth pointedly, while also pulling up the bottom of her mask to expose her mouth. Peter cautiously pulls back the nanites of his Iron Spider Suit to show his own mouth. In an instant, they’re kissing as Gwen surges forward and does her level best to stick her tongue down the back of his throat.
To his credit, Peter gives as good as he’s got, and his hands eventually wind their way to her ass, groping her behind as she goes up onto her tip toes in order to kiss him all the harder. For what feels like an eternity, but is really less than a minute in truth, they makeout with each other on that rooftop. Finally though, they have to come apart for air, at which point Gwen gives him a wicked little grin.
“Best gift you’ve ever received, aren’t I?”
Peter flushes at that, before nodding his head in agreement. Giggling some more, Gwen slowly sinks into a crouch, her hands running down his body to his crotch. Looking up at him, the beautiful mouth of Gwen Stacy combine with the mask and costume of Spider-Woman in an expectant manner that just… makes Peter really, really aroused.
“I told you before. I’m happy being Spider-Woman. So why would I be mad? And more than that… they let my dad come too. They didn’t have to do that, did they?”
No, he supposed not. If she was only meant to be a gift to him, then George Stacy would have been left behind in his universe, and Spider-Gwen would have been stuck with the ‘nobody’ she said her father was in this universe. That was very, very fair, Peter had to admit.
“Now c’mon, slugger. If we’re not fighting crime, I want your dick in my mouth asap.”
Peter can’t help but laugh at that, but he also complies a moment later. The crotch of his Iron Spider suit pulls away, unveiling his cock and letting it unfurl to its full length. Gwen is quick to coo over it, her gloved hands wrapping around his member as she makes good on her words and stuffs him into her mouth without so much as a ‘by your leave’. Her lips slide down his length and her tongue swirls around his cockhead as he quickly grows fully erect under her eager and enthusiastic ministrations.
And yet, there’s still a nagging worry in the back of Peter’s head as he’s getting head from the beautiful, vivacious Spider-Woman. Peter was an admitted amalgamation according to the Stones. He was a bunch of scraps of all the Peter Parkers who had died saving their dimensions put together to make one ‘whole’. As he understood it, no matter how many Peters were used in his construction, it came out to be one hundred percent of a person or something.
But Gwen was different. Neither version of her was damaged, so that meant she was two one hundred percents stacked on top of each other and melded together. Would that be damaging? In the long run, was she in danger of being hurt somehow?
Once again, Peter finds himself reaching out to the power of the Stones that he apparently has lurking at his fingertips. As Spider-Woman bobs up and down on his cock, blowing him like a champ and sucking and slurping away without fail, Peter calls upon Soul to look Gwen over and make sure she wasn’t… overflowing and in danger of bursting.
Feeling an almost maternal touch press back against him, Peter has his eyes opened to the state of Gwen’s soul… and flushes at the amusement he also feels coming from Soul as he looks upon Gwen and finds her to be perfectly alright.
… Okay, so yeah, maybe it was time to stop worrying so much. Time to stop always getting in his own head about things. His first instinct way back during that orgy with the Infinity Stones had been correct. Gwen being brought over here along with her father was something beautiful, and in the end if she was a gift for Peter… then Peter was a gift for her as well.
As Gwen continues to suck and slobber upon his cock, Peter lets himself get into it, enjoying her mouth as he thrusts forward deeper and deeper, eventually hitting the back of her throat. That doesn’t stop the beautiful and vivacious Spider-Woman, however. She keeps on going, until she’s choking on his dick, forcing herself further down his length.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
One thing is for sure… they’re not going out and fighting crime tonight. Probably for the best to be honest. Now that Peter has gotten over all his concerns regarding how Gwen would react to the news he had for her, he’s finding himself very, very horny. His romp with Natasha back at Stark Tower had been fun at all, but it had only left him wanting more. And the offer of a threesome between him, the new Hawkeye, and Natasha’s sister had certainly got his engine revving all over again.
It seemed ‘Spider-Gwen’ would be the lucky recipient of all his pent-up lust and desire. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to fuck her. As she stares up at him from beneath her mask, her lips suctioned down on his throbbing cock, Peter just has to decide HOW he’s going to plow the gorgeous heroine silly up here on this rooftop.
