The sun peeked through the curtains of Peter Parker's modest apartment. The new couple had, quite frankly, been busy—very busy—celebrating their engagement in a way that required zero clothing. And judging by Selina's very satisfied stretch, hands above her head, back arched, and a purring sigh escaping her lips, she had no complaints.
Peter was the exact same, stretching his back and looking mighty satisfied. The two of them went fucking at it. Exhausting one or the other was next to impossible. Selina was slutty, athletic, trained, and had an insane libido while Peter was gifted a minor healing factor, super agility, and a Spider-Sense.
Suffice to say, it was a good, good night.
His eyes went to her heart-shaped ass, the thigh gap, and the cum pouring from her cunt. He gave a nice spank, some cum spilled, and Selina giggled.
Selina turned toward him, smirking. "Like what you see, Spider? Your seed inside me?"
Peter grinned. "It's kind of hard not to."
She giggled, sauntering past him toward the kitchen, hips swaying with a confidence that could command an entire room. "Not anyone can slap my ass. You hit the lottery, babe."
Peter chuckled before realizing his stomach was growling. "Alright, we need fuel. And by fuel, I mean leftover pizza."
Selina raised a brow as he pulled a box from the fridge. "Let me guess—webbed-up delivery guy, right?"
Peter gasped, hand to his chest. "Selina! Please! I'll have you know I paid for this pizza with my own money—"
She crossed her arms, giving him a look.
"…Okay, I might have used a buy-one-get-one coupon I found in a dumpster."
Selina sighed dramatically. "And to think, I could've been married to a billionaire."
Peter tossed her a slice. "Yeah, yeah. But then you wouldn't get this quality experience."
"Mm. True," she admitted, flopping onto the couch.
Peter followed suit, dropping onto the cushions beside her. His dick and balls made themselves known with an unfortunate thwap, thwap against his thighs.
Selina definitely noticed. Bruce never had a swinging cock so it was big change from her usual day-to-day life.
She smirked, taking a bite of pizza. "He also didn't have that quality cock."
"Really? I heard Batman had balls the size of Jupiter."
"Trust me, they are actually quite average," she said, her voice playful as she scooted closer.
They settled in, pizza in hand, as Peter flipped through channels.
"So, what do you wanna watch?" he asked.
Selina hummed, drumming her fingers against her thigh. "Something exciting."
Peter raised a brow. "Like an action movie?"
"I was thinking something else exciting," she purred, leaning into him.
Peter nearly choked on his pizza. "Selina!"
She laughed, absolutely loving how easy it was to fluster him. "You're adorable when you're flustered."
Peter sighed, pressing play on a random movie just to distract himself. "Y'know, you're kind of a whore sometimes."
Selina smirked, resting her chin on his shoulder. "That's because you actually react. Bruce would just brood about it for an hour, then either have sex with me or blow off steam by patrolling."
Peter grinned. "Sounds exhausting."
"Oh, you have no idea." She rolled her eyes. "All 'I am vengeance' this, and 'I can never be happy' that. Meanwhile, you're just a total dork who fights crime and eats dumpster pizza. It's refreshing."
Peter chuckled. "Glad I could be of service."
Selina nudged him. "Oh, you were. Extremely."
He nearly choked again. "Okay, that's it, no more flirting while I'm eating."
She laughed, shaking her head. Yeah, she had definitely made the right choice.
Two ridiculously attractive, ridiculously naked people sprawled across the couch watching TV for hours. It was so peaceful. She rarely did this with Bruce. He did sometimes, oh sure, but never this long and never this intimately.
Selina Kyle stretched like a content cat, arching her back as she draped herself across Peter Parker's chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing little circles over his skin. Her dark hair spilled over his shoulder, and her green eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Still alive, Spider?" she teased, running a hand down his chest.
Peter blinked, snapping out of his post-movie daze. "Huh? Oh—yeah. Just… processing."
She smirked. "Processing what? That you're engaged to me?"
"That, and the fact that I somehow convinced the infamous Catwoman to settle down. It's a bit nice since you can take care of yourself." He grinned. "Plus, you know, I really expected to wake up with all my stuff stolen."
Selina rolled her eyes. "Please, like I'd steal from you. You don't own anything valuable."
Peter snorted. "Hey, now. I'll have you know this couch is vintage."
"Mm-hmm." She hummed, glancing at the threadbare cushions. "I was actually going to call it garbage, but sure—let's say 'vintage.'"
He flicked her side playfully, making her squirm. "Alright, Miss Fancy-Pants. If you're so rich, you should be funding this wedding."
"Oh, I fully intend to," she said with a lazy smirk. "The real question is: where are we having it?"
Peter frowned, thinking. "Well, I'm a Queens boy, so I figured—"
"No."
"—we could get married—"
"No."
"—at my Aunt May's community center?"
Selina gave him a look.
Peter sighed. "Okay, yeah, that was dumb."
Selina chuckled, rolling onto her side. "We could do something extravagant. Destination wedding. Somewhere warm."
"Warm sounds good," Peter admitted. "I'm not gonna pretend I know any more."
"Good, you know when to keep quiet."
Peter grinned. "Well, knowing when to talk is my best trait."
"I strongly disagree." Selina's eyes flicked downward and Peter flushed.
"Anyway!" he said quickly, sitting up, which only caused his cock to smack against his thigh. "Honeymoon! Where are we thinking? Paris? Rome?"
Selina draped herself over his back, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Ever been to the Maldives?"
Peter shivered at her tone. "No, but I suddenly really want to."
Selina grinned and used her foot to flick her phone to her hand. Boobs on his face. Nice. "Perfect. I'll book a private island."
Peter blinked when they were gone. She went down low, on his waist. "Wait, wait, back up. Private island?"
Selina shrugged, holding up her phone and flashing a peace sign. "I am rich, Spider."
Peter barely had time to process that before he saw the screen—Selina had taken a selfie. A very casual one. Of her, looking effortlessly gorgeous with bedhead and a sleepy smile… and right beside her, in full glory, his big, fat cock.
"Selina…!"
She cackled. "What? It's art!"
"It's evidence!"
"Oh, please. I have a million followers. This would break the internet."
Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. "You're going to be the death of me."
Selina leaned in, kissing his cheek. "Oh, but what a way to go."
***
Peter Parker wiped sweat from his brow, exhaling as he finished his last set of bench presses. He sat up, rolling his shoulders before stretching out his arms. It wasn't every day he found time to hit the gym, but with everything going on, he needed the stress relief.
As he reached for his water bottle, his eyes drifted to his left hand. More specifically, his ring finger.
A ring.
A freaking engagement ring.
Five years ago, he had a one-night stand with Selina Kyle. Two weeks ago, she randomly reappeared in his life, engaged to Bruce Wayne, no less. And then she just decided, mid-affair, that she liked Peter more.
She preferred to be with the funny, broke guy than the brooding hot billionaire.
The ring on his finger? That was given to him by Selina since she was a millionaire thief.
Shaking his head, he sighed and headed to the showers. He stripped, stepped under the hot water, and let out a deep breath as the stress of the workout—and his engagement crisis—melted away.
Then he heard the footsteps.
A presence. Tall. Strong. Ominous.
The guy walked right up next to him. Peter glanced to his right.
Hrn.
Peter blinked.
It was Bruce Wayne.
Jacked with huge biceps, black hair, and a chiseled jaw. 6'2, 210 pounds of billionaire brooding machine. The Dark Knight. The Bat. The ex-fiancé of the woman Peter was now engaged to.
Water ran down Bruce's granite-like shoulders as he stood under the spray. His face was blank, unreadable—except for his jaw clenching just a little too tightly. And then Peter saw it. The slight intake of breath. The ever-so-subtle tensing of muscle. The moment Bruce Wayne's eyes flicked downward.
Peter followed his gaze and—
Oh.
Bruce saw it.
Bruce saw it.
The elephant in the room. Or rather, the python in the shower.
As the World's Greatest Detective just discovered, Peter wasn't just an above-average guy in the superhero community. He was packing. Like, packing-packing.
A full ten inches flaccid cock. Thick. Heavy. A grandfather clock of a schlong swinging with every slight movement.
Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne was—
Ah.
Oh no.
Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, peak human specimen, stood there with a two-inch flaccid dick. In cold water, maybe it was average. Maybe. But on his figure, it looked absolutely tiny. A cute little dick undeserving of the training he went through to sculpt the rest of him.
Peter sucked in his lips to keep from laughing. The silence was unbearable. Should he pretend not to? Nah, that was stupid. No point in playing coy when they both knew what was up. "So you found me, detective."
Bruce Wayne's eyes flicked, from his face down to Peter's giant flaccid dick and finally back to the wall ahead.
"Did Selina tell you about the engagement?"
"She broke up with me over the phone," Bruce said, voice level. "While having sex with you. Remember?"
Those big ass balls jammed her full of cum. The detective could just visualize it.
Peter coughed. "...Oh. Well. Uh. That's—"
Bruce's eyes twitched. "She made sure I heard everything."
Fat nut sack and cock ruining her, no doubt.
Peter scratched his nose. "Yeah, she's got a real flair for the dramatic."
More silence. The water ran over their shoulders as they stood there, two men processing the insane reality they were in.
Finally, Peter clicked his tongue. "So, uh… you mad?"
Bruce turned his head slowly, eyes like twin bat-signals of judgment. "What do you think?"
Peter held up a hand. He was trying to be calm and reasonable here. "Hey, man, I didn't plan for this. Selina is Selina, she just…sweeps you up."
"...she does," Bruce admitted.
More silence. The longer it went on for, the stronger Bruce's rage became. "Why? Why did she choose you?"
"I like playing her like a fiddle, so, uh, I guess we're a good match."
Bruce took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. "You're pushing your luck."
Peter grinned. "What's the Bat gonna do? Beat me up in the showers? Come on, man."
Bruce exhaled through his nose. "I'm not here to fight you."
"Oh, good, because—"
"I just want you to know that I know."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "That you know… what?"
Bruce's gaze was unwavering. "I know you're Spider-Man."
"…Oh."
The water continued to fall.
Bruce's nostrils flared. "This isn't over."
Peter smirked. "Oh, I think it is."
"You're arrogant. You don't know anything about her. And if you dare to hurt her…"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You'll beat me up. Like you could even if you wanted to."
Now that earned a growl from the Dark Knight. Scowling, Bruce turned to fully face him, squaring his shoulders. Peter, of course, did the same.
That was when the full, absurd image hit both of them, especially The World's Greatest Detective. He should have thought twice about this. Out of all his deductions, this was the only one he ignored.
Two men. Stark naked. Staring each other down in the showers.
One man, a Greek-god-level specimen of peak human conditioning… but with the smallest shrimp cocktail ever seen.
The other? A wiry, lean dude with the biggest schlong in New York City.
The power dynamics were… complicated.
"Tch."
Bruce looked away, turned off his shower, and stepped out without another word. He grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist, and walked toward the locker room.
Peter grinned as he watched him leave. Man. What a day.
***
Couples went on dates, even when engaged. For superheroes, dates often consisted not of dinners but patrols.
The fire raged inside the Manhattan First Bank, sending thick black smoke billowing into the night sky. Flames licked at the shattered windows. A crowd had already gathered outside, phones up, police and firefighters working to get control of the blaze.
Swinging through the night like a streak of red and black, came Gotham's most unexpected power couple.
Spider-Man and Catwoman.
Their first outing together as an engaged couple. First time in costume side by side.
"Alright, Cat," Peter called out as he grabbed her by the waist and web-zipped to the rooftop.
"Woah!"
Spider-Man had the super strength and pull to immediately reel them to the rooftop. He put her down and gave instructions, stat. "You go from the top, I go from the bottom."
"Sharp as a cat, sassy as a spider." Selina zipped onto the bank's rooftop down the rooftop hatch, her whip coiled loosely at her hip. Before she went completely down, her head peaked out to admire her fiancé.
Already gone. Damn, he was fast. Faster than Bruce. More agile than her. With a strong sense of justice too.
She liked that. All of it. The same kind of rigid justice like Bruce had—-it brought optimism and hope to a girl. It made the terrible world a little bit better.
Bruce with his strength brought warmth.
Peter with his smile and jokes brought the sun.
Catwoman was happy to be a hero rather than a thief today.
The heat from the fire made sweat glisten on her exposed skin—her zipper was pulled all the way down to her stomach, her usual 'business attire' in full effect. First round of people were saved at the same time, Spidey coming from the rooftop and Catwoman crashing through a window. She had two girls in her arms while Spidey carried about five different people, one which he carried through web-pulls.
As they handed and let the people balance themselves on hand, Selina caught Peter's eyes darting to her for a half-second before he quickly looked away. Cute.
"Flirting later, hero. Saving people now." She grinned and flipped a dozen times and used the momentum to crash through a second-story window with feline grace.
Peter went higher and faster, webbing inside with a perfect landing.
The place was an inferno. Smoke and fire consumed the interior, licking up the walls like a living thing. The vault doors had been blown open—someone had tried to rob this place before things got out of control. The heat was unbearable, but through the swirling haze, they could hear them—trapped civilians.
A woman was holding onto a fallen beam, shielding her unconscious son. A bank teller was curled up near an overturned desk. A security guard coughed violently, trying to crawl toward an exit.
Spidey moved fast.
Web-shooters fired. He snagged the fallen beam and yanked it free with a single smooth motion, freeing the mother and son. He hoisted the kid up, cradling him with one arm as he flipped over debris. He was a blur of movement—agile, calculated. No wasted motion.
In and out, in and out.
Upon the fourth visit, they had almost cleaned it out. They were coming near the center and intercepted each other.
Selina whistled to herself.
Batman was fast. But Spider-Man?
He was better.
They were on the seventh floor She turned on her heel, whip cracking. A flaming chunk of ceiling came crashing down on a single man and she snapped her whip around his waist, yanking him clear just in time.
Peter on the other hand? He came out of a room with a baby cradle, a passed out mother, an injured father, and the teller they had been meeting with.
"You're really showing off, huh?" Catwoman called out.
"Not my fault saving lives looks cool," he shot back. "I heard somebody down on the floor below and sensed workers two floors up. I'll break the wall and create a web cushion. Make sure to clear out everyone else here."
Selina gave him a smirk before she let him do his thing: break the wall at the end of the hall, throw the family save the baby cradle, and web up a massive bed for him to cushion on. The firefighters handled the last.
Catwoman stayed on the seventh floor while Spider-Man cleared out the rest. The fire roared, but he didn't flinch. He did what he had to do. The family was found and saved. The teller with them taken after. He flipped, webbed, and pulled another two people from a collapsing stairwell. He swung up to a catwalk, snagging a final trapped civilian before landing effortlessly near the exit.
And then, just like that, it was over.
The last of the civilians were safe outside, coughing but alive. Firefighters moved in, dousing the flames. The crowd cheered.
Catwoman and Spider-Man jumped out from the high window of the bank. Both slowed their descent with their respective tools: cable hook and webbing. Both descending, both coming together, hanging down lower and lower…
"Well," Catwoman purred, upside and smiling. "That was fun."
"Your hero for the evening, my lady."
Catwoman looped her arms around his neck.
"My hero," she echoed.
Their bodies were close. Her cable thread and his web string tangled together above them.
She tilted her head up.
And kissed him.
Not just a peck. A real, deep, breathtaking kiss.
The crowd whistled. A few clapped.
A nearby onlooker shouted, "WOO-HOO! GO GET IT, SPIDER-MAN!"
"The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!" another cheered.
Peter broke the kiss, chuckling against her lips. "You know," he mused, "no one's ever tried to French me through the mask before."
Selina smirked, running her fingers along his jaw. "Well, I'm full of firsts, Spider."
She tugged his mask up just enough and kissed him again.
"How about we hightail it out of here and fuck?"
"As much as I want to, I have some more patrolling to do."
Catwoman pouted. She couldn't help herself, she loved men of justice and principal.
***
Two hours later, Spider-Man landed gracefully on the rooftop of his Queens apartment, only to find a familiar feline already lounging against the water tower. Selina Kyle—Catwoman—sat with her legs crossed, looking as effortlessly seductive as ever, her whip coiled at her hip and her suit unzipped just enough to make his bulge stir.
"You're late, Spider," Catwoman purred, twirling a lock of her raven-black hair.
Peter pulled off his mask just enough to let her see his grin. "Fashionably. It's kind of my thing."
Selina smirked and uncrossed her legs, strutting toward him with a sway in her hips that could've hypnotized lesser men. "I've been thinking."
"Oh no," Peter deadpanned. "That's dangerous."
She ignored him and placed a gloved finger under his chin. "We should move. Someplace nice. Someplace warm. Someplace where your favorite brooding billionaire can't follow us."
Peter chuckled. "You really think Batman's that invested?"
"Oh, please." Selina rolled her eyes. "He absolutely saw that kiss the other night. Probably perched on some gargoyle, fists clenched, whispering 'my little cock will have vengeance' to himself."
Peter winced. "That's… actually kind of terrifying."
"Exactly," Catwoman said, tapping his nose. "We should leave before he tries to make us his new arch-nemeses out of sheer pettiness."
Before he could argue, she grabbed him by the front of his suit and pulled him into a kiss. It was slow, deep, and full of trouble—just like her. Peter melted into it, his hands instinctively landing on her waist.
Then—something. A tingling in his Spider-Sense.
He ignored it, because, well, Selina was kissing him.
As they finally broke apart, she traced her claws teasingly down his chest, flashing him a smug little smirk. "Come on, lover. Let's go inside."
She flipped off the rooftop, landing with feline grace onto his balcony before slipping into his apartment.
Peter sighed dreamily—
Wait.
Something was… off.
There was a breeze where there should not be a breeze.
His Spider-Sense flared, but it was already too late.
Looking down, Peter's face went beet-red.
His suit—his favorite suit—now had a brand new ventilation system.
Right in the crotch.
A perfectly sliced hole.
And, well… everything was hanging out. A ten inch cock and the hefty satchel of testicles inside them.
He face-palmed. "Oh, come on!"
From inside the apartment, he heard Selina's sultry voice call out. "You coming, lover?"
Peter groaned, his face burning as he scrambled toward the balcony, muttering under his breath. "Stupid sexy Catwoman…"
As he climbed inside, he could only watch her very distracting backside swaying toward his couch, knowing full well that she had just, quite literally, left him exposed.
Selina glanced over her shoulder, all innocence.
"Something wrong, Spider?"
"You cut a hole in my suit."
She smirked and plopped down on his couch. "Oops." She crossed her legs, looking him up and down like a very satisfied cat. "What can I say? I like having access to my favorite things."
Peter groaned, running a hand down his face. "I'm gonna need a lot of stitches to patch this up…"
Selina just grinned. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. It was a design choice. Tonight…the Spider and the Cat finally meet~"
Peter gulped. His cock snapped into an erection. Twelve inches long, heart and meaty and earning a loud gasp from her.
"Oh my…looks like Batman can't keep up with the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man." She licked her lips. "Good."
The World's Greatest Detective was definitely going to hear about this from the neighbors.
…
…
…
Catwoman could fucking ride a man.
"Fuck, Peter, your cock is huge." Selina's sexy lithe body shifted atop him, her tight, black leather suit peeled down to her waist, exposing her perfect breasts. She rocked her hips, taking every inch of his twelve-inch monstrosity deep inside her. Her claws dug into his shoulders, leaving faint marks on his red-and-blue suit. "Ah~! Nggh~! Hnggh~! So deeeepp~! Mmmm, Batman could NEVER fill me up like this~!"
Peter grinned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him like a champion bull rider. The cheap dining table creaked beneath them, threatening to give out under their weight, but neither of them cared. Every bounce of her hips sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Her pussy was slick and tight, squeezing him in all the right ways. "Selina, you're fucking incredible! Damn!"
She smirked, leaning forward to lick a stripe up his neck. "Tell me who owns this pussy, Spider-Boy~!"
"I do," Peter panted, his hands moving to her ass, kneading the firm, round flesh. "I own this pussy!"
Selina let out a wicked laugh, tossing her head back as she moved faster, riding him with abandon. Her back in a smooth, sexy arch, her ass slammed down on him. Over and over and over again. "Damn right you do. Now fuck me like you mean it."
Peter sat up slightly, his strength allowing him to effortlessly lift her and ram her back down onto his dick. Selina gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he took control. Before, Selina had been bouncing on his dick and now?
"You want me to fuck you hard, Catwoman? You want me to make you scream?"
"Yes!" Selina hissed, her nails scraping down his chest. "Fuck me harder, Peter! Make me forget every other man I've ever been with!"
So it began.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
His hips were rocketing off the table. His balls were slamming against her ass. Her pussy was overflowing with cunt juices. Her womb was getting punched up with his glorious cockhead with aggression and passion. "You're mine, Selina. Mine."
Selina's breath hitched and she bit her bottom lips. Don't lose control. Don't start screaming. She felt him hitting that deep, sweet spot inside her. "Oh god, oh god, oh goddd~! Oh my GOD, Peter! You're so much better than Batman! Your cock, your cock, your cocckkk~! It's SO deeeeep~! So much deeper than anything! So fast! So FUCKING FASTTT~!"
"You love this cock, don't you?"
"Yes~!!!" Catwoman was moaning like a whore—moaning in a way Batman never made her. "I've never felt anything like it! So big! It's so thick…so fucking huge!"
He felt her walls clenching around him. "Selina, I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."
Selina heaved, her boobs bouncing in her costume, and managed a grin despite the sweat and exhaustion. "G-good. Because I'm not stopping until I've ridden every last drop out of you."
Their pace quickened, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Selina's breasts bounced with every thrust until they were finally free of her costume. Peter couldn't resist leaning up to take one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her nipple, nipping and sucking as she moaned above him.
"Fuck, Peter! Don't stop!" Selina cried out. "Don't stop with that fat cock! Your fat fucking cock! Don't STOP MAKING ME CUMMMM~!"
She orgasmed, mouth open, and Peter's hands moved back to her ass, squeezing the firm, round cheeks as he continued to pound into her. "This ass… it's amazing, Selina. I could spend hours just worshipping it."
"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING~!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Batman really didn't fuck you, huh? Well, now you're mine." Peter's grip on her ass tightened as he slammed her down onto him with even more force. "Man! You're so fucking tight, Selina. I can't get enough of you."
"PEEETER~! PEEETER~!"
"Don't call me that!"
"SPIDER-MAAAAN~! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE~!" The grin on her face and the saliva slobbering out….
The classic Catwoman ahegao.
"Cum for me, Catwoman," Peter demanded. "Cum all over this cock."
Catwoman's scream echoed through the room. Peter groaned, feeling her walls clenching and milking his cock.
When her orgasm finally subsided, Selina collapsed forward, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. "That was… amazing," she panted, her voice filled with awe. "Haah…I usually don't get winded so easily."
Peter smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Well, you're about to. We're not done yet."
Selina raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Oh? And what did you have in mind, Spider-Boy?"
Before she could react, Spider-Man flipped them over, pinning her beneath him on the table. Selina gasped as he roughly pulled her hips to the edge, her ass perched perfectly for him. "You've got the most amazing ass I've ever seen," he murmured, running his hands over the curves. "A man's gotta fuck it doggy-style. It's a rule."
Selina smirked, looking back at him over her shoulder. "A rule?"
Peter's hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, making her gasp. "Yep. I'm going to fuck it into oblivion."
"Mmmm~! Yes, Peter. Please."
Peter lined himself up with her entrance, his cock already glistening with her juices. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, eliciting a loud moan from Selina.
"S-Spider-Man! Spider-Man!" He was thrusting. He was fucking her. "W-wait, I'm already—cummiiiing~!"
Too easy.
Too good.
The Friendly Neighbhourgood Spider-Man was on another level. Batman could spent a whole hour clapping her cheeks and not come close to this.
"Cumming, cumming…!" Her cheeks were flat on the table now as her eyes rolled back. "F-fuck! I-I'm actually…I-I can't…stop—ngghhh~! Hnngghhh~! So much cocckkk~! So much inside! I'm filled up! "You make me lose control~!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Selina's nails clawed at the table as he pounded into her, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh my god, Peter! You're so deep!"
Peter's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her with unrelenting force. "You're mine, Catwoman. Say it."
"I'm yours!" she cried, her body trembling as another orgasm struck. "Only yours! This pussy belongs to you!"
Peter smirked, his hips slamming into her with even more intensity. "Good. Now cum for me again."
She did. She moaned. She shrieked.
"CUMMIIIING~!"
Her head was tilted back, her eyes were rolled back, her tongue was out, and she was smiling. All she could think was, 'I'm so lucky to have this stud…!'
Peter Parker was a fantasy come true.
When her orgasm finally subsided, Selina collapsed onto the table, her body spent. Peter leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "You okay?" he whispered.
Selina let out a breathless laugh. "Better than okay. You're amazing, Spider-Man. You drive this kitty crazy~"
Peter smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We're not done yet."
Selina raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh? Figured as much, you haven't dumped your load inside me. And what did you have in mind, my good spider?"
Peter's grin was wicked as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ride me again?"
Selina smirked. His cock was still inside so she slammed her ass back to make a point. "I enjoy a man who knows his place from time to time."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm an amazing power bottom."
***
The dim glow of the BatComputer cast shadows across Bruce Wayne's face, his jaw tightening as he stared at the hacked feed playing out on the screen. The apartment of Peter Parker was small, cramped, and nothing like the lavish penthouse he'd once shared with Selina. But there she was, her lithe body glistening under the flickering light of a cheap chandelier, her Catwoman suit clinging to her curves as she rode Peter Parker like she was born for it.
"Fuck!" Selina's voice was a mix of ecstasy and dominance, her hands gripping Peter's shoulders as she ground herself down on him. His Spider-Man mask was pulled up just enough to reveal his lips, parted in a mix of pleasure and concentration. His hands gripped her thighs, guiding her movements, but it was clear she was in control. "That's it, Peter. Fuck me just like that. God, your cock is huge. Fucking perfect."
Bruce's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. He couldn't tear his eyes away, even though every second of it felt like a dagger to his chest. He'd seen Selina in every conceivable state of being—angry, playful, seductive—but this? This was something else. This was hers. She was completely lost in the moment, her body quivering with every thrust, her voice climbing higher and higher as she demanded more.
"You're so much bigger than him," she moaned, her words purely from instinct yet sharp and intentional. "So much better! Fuck, Peter, you're ruining me for anyone else! I can't—oh God, I can't stop cumming!"
Bruce's stomach churned. Bigger than him. The words echoed in his mind, repeating over and over like a taunt. He'd never been the type to compare himself to others, but seeing Peter's cock in action—long, thick, and veiny—was impossible to ignore. The way it stretched Selina, the way she cried out as it hit every sensitive spot inside her… it was a level of pleasure he'd never given her. He knew it. She knew it. And now, watching it unfold on screen, it was undeniable.
"Fuck me harder, Peter," Selina purred. "Make me scream. Make me forget my own name." Her hands slid down to her own breasts, teasing her nipples through the sleek fabric of her suit. "You own me, Spider-Boy. This pussy is yours."
Bruce's teeth ground together. Spider-Boy. The nickname was a slap in the face. Peter was younger, more agile, and—apparently—far more endowed. The thought made Bruce's chest burn with jealousy. He'd always prided himself on his control, his discipline, but watching Selina lose herself so completely to someone else… it was unbearable.
Peter's hands moved to Selina's hips, gripping her tightly as he thrust up into her with a force that made her scream. "You're so tight! I could fuck you forever, Selina. You feel incredible."
"Then do it," she challenged, her eyes blazing with need. "Fuck me forever. I don't care if we never leave this table. Just don't stop. Please."
The table creaked under their weight, the cheap wood groaning as Peter's thrusts grew more frantic. Selina's back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she ground herself down on him. "Oh God, Peter, I'm gonna cum again. I can't—fuck, I can't hold it!"
Bruce's breath hitched as he watched her body convulse, her cries of pleasure filling the room. She looked beautiful like this, completely undone, but it wasn't Bruce making her feel that way. It was Peter. Peter with his youthful energy, his enhanced strength, and his monstrous cock.
"That's it, Selina," Peter urged, his hands tightening on her hips. "Cum for me. Let me feel it."
She obeyed, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her walls clenched around him. Peter groaned, his hips stuttering as he struggled to hold on. "Fuck, you're perfect," he breathed, his voice shaking with the effort of staying in control. "So fucking perfect."
Bruce couldn't take it anymore. He slammed a fist down on the desk, the monitor flickering from the impact. "Damn it, Selina," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with emotion. "Why him? Why this?"
On screen, Peter flipped Selina flat on the table, her black leather suit ripped up to expose the curve of her ass and cunt. Bruce's jaw dropped as Peter's hands gripped her hips, his cock sliding back inside her with a single, fluid motion. "Fuck, your ass is incredible," Peter groaned. "I could look at it all day."
Selina laughed breathlessly, her voice teasing. "Then stop looking and start fucking, Spider-Boy."
Bruce's heart pounded as he watched Peter climb up and snap his hips forward in a pronebone position, driving his cock deep inside her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Pronebone was deep and intimate and the complete example of pounding someone. Selina's hands gripped the edge of the table. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yessss! Just like that, Peter. Fuck me harder~!! Make me scream~!!"
The table creaked dangerously, the legs scraping against the floor. Spider-Man fucked hard. Selina's cries grew louder, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. "Oh God, Peter, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna—CUM~!"
Bruce's breath caught in his throat as he watched her body seize up, her walls clamping down around Peter's cock as she came undone. But it wasn't her first.
"CUMMING, CUMMIIING~! YOU STUD, YOU MAKE ME SOOOO MUCH~! I LOVE ITTT~! JUST KEEP FUCKIING MEEE~!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Spider-Man did a feat Batman could never do: make a woman orgasm five times in a row. Back to back. Without a second between them.
Soon, the spider groaned, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. "Fuck, Selina, I can't—I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?"
"Inside me," Catwoman gasped. "Fill me up, Spider! I want to feel you~!"
Fuck.
No. No! He had seen her other exes! He knew she never let them cum inside! But Peter…Spider-Man…
"Cumming!"
Bruce's chest tightened as Peter's hips slammed forward one last time, his balls shuddering as he spilled himself inside her. Selina's moans of pleasure filled the room. Her body was shaking and quivering from the aftershocks of her constant orgasm.
Peter came and came until it spilled onto the table. Until Bruce realized he came more in her than he had his whole life.
"Haa…" Peter smiled and collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged as he buried his face in her neck. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So fucking incredible."
"BatComputer, stop."
Batman couldn't watch anymore. He couldn't stand to see the woman he loved so completely consumed by someone else. But before the AI could turn it off, Selina spoke again, her voice soft but clear.
"You're so much better than him, Peter," she murmured. "So much bigger. So much more cum. So much more. I don't ever want to be with anyone else."
Bruce's heart broke at the words, the finality in her voice. He'd lost her. Not to another billionaire, not to another vigilante, but to a loser with a spider on his chest and a cock that could humble a porn star's.
The screen went black as he finally shut off the monitor, the room plunging into darkness. But even in the silence, Selina's words echoed in his mind, a painful reminder of what he'd lost. "So much better than him."
Bruce slumped back in his chair, his head in his hands. He'd always thought he was the best—the strongest, the smartest, the most deserving.
"Damn it, Selina," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why couldn't it have been me?"
***
They didn't stop. That table. The kitchen.
The echoes of cock pounding pussy did not stop. Their neighbours loved it. This sounded hot.
The room was a haze of sweat, heat, and the sound of skin against skin. Selina's nails dug into Peter's shoulders as she rode him with a feral intensity, her hips rolling in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
Spider-Man's hands clutched her waist as she ground down on him, her tight, wet pussy milking his cock with every movement.
Catwoman's voice was a sultry purr, dripping with desire. "You're so fucking big, Spider-Boy. Bigger than him. Better than him." Her hips snapped forward, her ass bouncing as she took him deeper. "You fucking own this pussy, Peter."
Peter groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Fuck her ass into oblivion. He flipped her onto her back, her legs splayed wide as he drove into her with a newfound urgency. Selina's back arched, her moans crescendoing as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her in ways she'd never imagined.
These two were damn flexible. Changing positions like this out of the blue was easy.
"Tell me," Peter growled. "Tell me who owns you."
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Selina's eyes locked onto his, her lips parting in a breathless whisper. "You do. You do." Her hands clawed at his chest, her body trembling as another orgasm ripped through her. "Fuck me, Peter! Make me yours!"
Peter's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh, I'm just getting started." He pulled out of her abruptly, leaving her gasping and whimpering on the table. His cock was fucking huge and dripping with pre-cum. She gazed over her shoulder, gulping.
A monster cock indeed.
Spider-Man's eyes flicked to the ceiling and a mischievous glint sparked in them. "How do you feel about a little… webwork?"
Selina's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she realized what he was suggesting. "Oh, you naughty little spider," she purred, her lips curling into a sly smile. "I love it."
Peter didn't need to be told twice. He shot a web at her wrists, pulling her up from the table and suspending her in midair. Another web secured her ankles, spreading her legs wide and leaving her completely exposed. Selina's cheeks flushed as she felt the cool air against her wet, needy pussy. "Spidey…" she whimpered. "You're really going to leave the cat alone up here? Stuck on a tree?"
"Don't worry, kitty," Peter said, his voice smooth and teasing. "I'll take care of you." He shot another web, pulling himself up to the ceiling, his body hovering above hers. Peter could stick to the ceiling for as long as he wanted to. His cock was twelve inches and throbbing with need as he positioned himself between her legs. Her cunt was ready. He asked anyway. "Ready?"
"Mm, I like this new angle." Selina smirked and licked her fiancé's cheek. "Please, Peter. Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it."
Peter didn't need to be asked twice. He thrust into her with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs, his cock sliding deep inside her as she cried out in pleasure.
"Oh goddd~!"
"No god. Just me~!"
He fucked her fast—superhuman fast—his hips pistoning in a blur of motion as he took her to new heights of ecstasy.
"Oh, oh, ohhh~! Oh cocckkk~!" Selina's moans filled the room, her body shaking with every thrust. "Oh, fuck! Fuck, Peter! You're so much better than he could ever be!" Her hands clenched into fists, the webs keeping her bound as she surrendered completely to the pleasure. "I'm yours, Peter. Yours!"
Moaning. Rolling her eyes. Saliva dripping and falling down to the floor. That was all she could do against this cock.
Peter's lips crashed against hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he continued to pound into her. His thrusts were divine, each one driving deeper into her tight, wet pussy as she came undone beneath him. "Say it," he growled, his voice a low rumble against her lips. "Say it, Selina."
"I'm a slut for Spider-Man!" Selina cried, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her. "I'm your slut, Peter! Your fucking slut!"
Peter groaned, feeling her walls clenching around him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Now come for me, Selina. Come all over my cock."
Selina's scream echoed through the room as she climaxed. She shook uncontrollably. Peter didn't stop, his thrusts only growing more intense. "Fuck, Selina," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so fucking perfect."
Selina's body went limp, her head falling back as she panted for breath. The webbings kept her where she had to be. "Peter…" she whispered, her voice shaky and weak. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
On the ceiling, strung up like this, she felt submissive. Naturally slutty. Naturally meek. She loved it.
With Peter, she could be weak. She wanted to be weak.
Peter didn't intend to. He adjusted his grip on her hips, his thrusts becoming even faster, even harder. Selina's moans grew louder, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her. "That's it, Selina. Take it. Take everything I've got."
Selina's nails dug into her palms as she screamed Peter's name. Peter's hips snapped forward one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his thick, hot cum. He groaned, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her.
His cum and her pussyjuice fell in heaps to the floor. A moppy mess.
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. And then… "Again," Selina demanded, her voice a husky whisper. "Fuck me again, Peter."
How many times would they fuck?
Until Catwoman got creampied well over a dozen times by the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man.