A/N: Bwahahaha!! That's right three r18 chapters in a row.
[Third Person Pov]
Gwen remained draped over Peter's chest for several long seconds, her body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. She stared blankly into the middle distance, lips slightly parted, completely speechless. Peter was no different—eyes wide and unfocused as he gazed up at the ceiling, neither of them able to form a single word. Their chests rose and fell in heavy, synchronized breaths as they simply relished the deep, bone-melting afterglow of what they had just shared.
Gwen tried to speak more than once, opening her mouth only to close it again when no coherent thought would form. The intensity had left her utterly wrecked in the best possible way. Then, almost at the exact same moment, their eyes shifted and locked onto each other.
A shared snicker escaped them.
Within seconds it exploded into full, breathless laughter—giddy, disbelieving, and completely unrestrained. Gwen's laughter shook her whole body against his, and Peter's deep chuckles vibrated through her chest.
"Pete… I don't think I could ever go back to just regular sex after that," Gwen finally managed, still breathless. Her soft nails dragged lazily over his firm pecs, tracing the ridges of muscle. "I mean… just wow."
"I know exactly what you mean," Peter murmured, wrapping both arms tightly around her and pulling her closer. "To think that kind of pleasure was waiting for us just a few centimeters lower this whole time…"
Gwen giggled, then let out a long, satisfied sigh that sounded almost like pure liberation. "I'm so thankful for magic right now, because these sheets would have been a bitch to clean otherwise."
Peter's eyelids were half-lidded, heavy with the same floating, weightless feeling. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her messy blonde hair. Gwen tilted her head up, catching his gaze, and slowly bit her lower lip in a way that was pure invitation.
Peter's grin returned, low and knowing. "Let me guess… you want to go at it again?"
Gwen nodded without hesitation, eyes already darkening with fresh hunger. "Pete… I might have gotten addicted."
She pushed herself up and straddled his waist once more, her full breasts swaying with the motion. Leaning down, she framed his face between both hands, her voice dropping into something almost desperate.
"I don't think you understand, Petey. It's like… you've had this really bad itch between your shoulder blades that you can never quite reach. And the second you finally scratch it, this huge wave of satisfaction hits you—but then it vanishes just as fast." She paused to brush her lips against his, soft and lingering, before continuing. "But with this? That satisfaction never stops. It's constant. Regular sex is already good… but this multiplies it by a hundred."
Peter's eyes flicked side to side in playful alarm. "I'm not gonna lie… you're honestly starting to scare me with how much you're into this."
Gwen only smiled against his mouth, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual grind that made him hiss. "I'm sorry, baby… but I want it. I need it so badly. Are you really going to say no to me?" She gave him the full doe-eyed look, lips parted and soft.
Peter scoffed lightly, already rock-hard again beneath her. "Obviously not. I'm pretty sure you can feel exactly how hard I am right now."
Gwen giggled and tugged his bottom lip between her teeth. "That's what I like to hear…"
She climbed off him and began crawling toward the foot of the bed on all fours, hips swaying deliberately. Peter followed without hesitation, his gaze locked on the mesmerizing curve of her ass and the still-flushed, glistening evidence of their earlier rounds.
When she reached the edge, Gwen stretched her legs wide with the flexibility of a gymnast, arching her back and presenting herself completely. She looked back over her shoulder, catching his eye, and shot him a wicked little wink as she gripped the edge of the mattress for support.
"Well?" she breathed, voice thick with anticipation. "What are you waiting for, Spider-Man?"
Peter's cock twitched hard at the sight of Gwen presented so openly for him. He bit down on his own lip, eyes dark with hunger, then drew his hand back and delivered a sharp, stinging smack across one plump cheek. The sound cracked through the room. A vivid red handprint bloomed almost instantly across her pale skin.
"Ahhhh~!!" Gwen cried out, the sharp sting blooming into molten pleasure that raced straight up her spine. Her walls clenched tight around nothing for a second before Peter lined himself up.
He pressed the thick head of his cock against her still-slick, slightly puffy entrance and pushed forward in one long, steady thrust until he was buried to the hilt.
"Ughhhh—fuck—"
"So full… just the way I like it…" Gwen moaned, voice already breaking.
Both of them groaned at the same time, the raw stretch and wet heat sending sparks through their bodies. Peter gripped her meaty ass with both hands, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as he pulled her back onto every thrust. Gwen met him eagerly, pushing her hips back hard, making her ass ripple with every impact. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the sticky sounds of leftover lube and cum.
Small, electric orgasms began flickering through Gwen almost immediately—little shocks that made her gasp and drool onto the sheets. Her eyes were half-lidded, completely lost in the mind-melting ecstasy flooding her veins. She could barely form words, only broken moans and the wet sound of her body taking him again and again.
Peter's rhythm grew harder, deeper. "Baby— I'm close—" he warned, voice strained.
He buried himself as deep as he could and spilled inside her with a low, guttural groan. The moment his hot cum flooded her, Gwen's body seized. She came with him, teeth gritted, shoving her hips back so forcefully that she drove Peter off balance. They both collapsed, him landing on his back with her still fully impaled on his cock, both of them gasping for air.
Even then Gwen didn't stop. Still stretched around him, she began rising and falling in slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, ignoring the thick trail of cum that leaked from her stretched hole and spilled across Peter's pelvis.
"Holy shit…" Peter gasped, watching her move, his cock never getting a moment to soften.
She reached back, grabbed his wrists, and brought his hands up to her full breasts. "Touch me— don't let go— keep going," she panted, breathless and desperate.
Peter squeezed and played with her nipples just the way she liked. Every time he tugged or rolled them, Gwen's fingers slipped between her own legs, rubbing her swollen clit in tight, frantic circles. Her flexibility turned the moment into something almost acrobatic—she bent and twisted into positions that would have been impossible for most people, her insides locked around him like a vice, refusing to let him slip free.
Eventually she rolled onto her back, legs crossed tightly over his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to urge him deeper. Peter's hands roughly molded her breasts while his mouth alternated between biting and sucking her stiff nipples. Gwen's fingers never stopped on her clit, working it like she was a DJ in the middle of a remix.
"Don't stop— don't stop— don't you dare stop— right there, right there!!" she whimpered, voice cracking.
Peter slammed in to the hilt and came again, flooding her a second time.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It burns so good—" Gwen's head thrashed back against the mattress. "I'm cumming—!!"
Her back arched hard off the bed, legs shooting straight out, toes curling tightly as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She squirted hard—clear jets spraying across Peter's stomach and pelvis, soaking the sheets and mattress beneath them. Her body bucked and twitched uncontrollably, aftershocks rolling through her like electric current.
When it finally began to ease, Gwen collapsed, one arm thrown across her eyes. Then, without warning, soft sobs started shaking her shoulders. Tears slipped down her temples into her hair.
Peter froze, still buried inside her, eyes wide with sudden panic.
'…Did I fucking break her or something?' he thought, heart hammering as he looked around the messy room in genuine concern, completely unsure what to do next.
A/N: In actuality this is just to give myself more time as a I think of a plot for the next arc which I will try to introduce both Doctor Doom and Thor.
The idea I have so far is that Thor gets casted out, his hammers lands somewhere Yada Yada Yada but plot twist Doctor Doom spotted and marked the celestial anomaly and has taken the hammer as a power source or something for one of his inventions or he uses it to power himself, or better yet he uses it to open a gateway to hell or something.
I just know one thing I want there to be some type of Timeline alternating event because I want to include some other/minor Spider-Man villains but can't since I made it that they can't really be born thanks to the spider bot and peter being too careful and mindful.
*suffering from success meme*