Summary: For all Spider-Men, being subjected to your main girlfriend getting fucked by a bigger, better cock was a tradition. Peter Parker with Mary Jane, for example. Well, that tradition has now spread to Miles Morales. He thought since Gwen was a superhero, they would be more eye-to-eye with each other. That wasn't exactly the case and after a week, she found herself with another man.
Miles, unfortunately, forces himself to watch.
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"Haa…come on, don't be nervous."
Man, he sounded pathetic and to be frank, the young black youth had good reason to be.
Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy broke up last month. It happened because of a stupid argument. A bunch of stupid arguments, really. Different universe, different history books, and small little corrections that ended up agitating the other.
Again, really dumb stuff—and it had only been a week. So Miles decided to be the first to apologize. He got pizza and, well, hoped for the best.
"Oh, uh—hi. Is that… pizza?"
Instead, the deepest, darkest fear appeared.
The door opened and Miles Morales froze. His grip on the pizza box tightened, his fingers pressing into the cardboard as he stared, wide-eyed, at the white man standing in front of him. Nude. Completely, unapologetically nude. The guy was pale, wiry, with tousled brown hair and glasses that slid down his nose as he blinked at Miles, unfazed.
But that wasn't what made Miles' heart drop into his stomach. No, it was the size of the guy's nether regions. Miles' eyes—against his will—darted downward.
Ten inches.
'Ten fucking inches.'
Talk about a BWC because holy fuck.
'Is this the wrong—?' Nope, this was Gwen's place. No question, he had been here dozens of times for booty calls and relationship shit. This was his girl's place. This…
'Fuck, fuck! What is that thing!? I thought the whole skinny white dude shit was a myth! B-but…fuck!'
Flaccid, hanging heavily between the white man's legs, thick and uncut, the tip barely peeking out from the foreskin. His balls, swollen and rounded, hung low, the kind of balls you'd see in some exaggerated porn comic. Miles felt his own balls shrink in comparison, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard.
He was Spider-Man. He was fucking Spider-Man. Don't get intimidated by some random BWC showing up at your girl's step. Just don't!
"Uh, yeah," Miles managed to choke out. "Pizza."
Fuck. Dammit. He should have told her he was here for Gwen, not to give pizza.
The guy—Felix, Miles would later learn—didn't seem to notice the tension. He scratched the back of his neck, his other hand casually resting on his hip, flaunting his nudity like it was nothing. "Huh. Didn't know we ordered. Gwen must've done it. Hold on, lemme grab some cash."
Miles' stomach twisted. Gwen. His Gwen. Well, not his anymore. Not since the argument last week. Seven days since she'd slammed the door in his face. She'd come from another dimension, and their relationship had been a series of awkward misunderstandings and misaligned expectations. The little things built up. They argued. Usually, it would pass. A week, a couple days, it didn't matter.
But this time, in the week they were apart, Gwen…
He looked down.
'His fucking balls are bigger than my whole package! Shit, man!'
This skinny white guy. Naked. In her dorm.
Felix turned, completely unaware of the hurricane of emotions tearing through Miles. His ass was pale, slightly bony, but Miles couldn't help but notice the way his thighs were lean, the muscles defined. 'Of course he's got great legs,' Miles thought bitterly. 'Perfect fucking legs to go with his perfect fucking cock.'
It wasn't the legs exactly that was annoying him. It was the fact that he could probably fuck the shit of Gwen. T-that if he was fucking her pronebone—
'Don't. Stop. Stop.'
The box of pizza felt heavier in Miles' hands, the smell of pepperoni and cheese suddenly nauseating. Felix rummaged through a jacket hanging on the coat rack, pulling out a crumpled bill. He turned back, holding out the money with a friendly smile. "Here ya go. Thanks for delivering so late. Keep the change."
Miles stared at the money, his dick tightening in his pants. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He was Spider-Man, for crying out loud. He'd fought interdimensional villains, saved the city, swung through New York with the kind of swagger that made people cheer. And here he was, standing in front of some naked white guy, being handed a tip like he was some delivery boy. His pride screamed at him to say something, to throw the pizza in Felix's face and storm in to confront Gwen, but his body betrayed him. His hand reached out, taking the money with a weak nod.
"Thanks," Miles muttered, his voice hollow.
Felix gave him a thumbs-up, closing the door with a soft click. Miles stood there in the hallway, the money clutched in one hand, the empty pizza box in the other. The sound of laughter floated through the door—Gwen's laugh, light and carefree. A laugh he hadn't heard in weeks. Not since things had started to fall apart.
"That's her, that's definitely her—"
His mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. A week. That's all it had taken. One week since their breakup, and she'd already moved on and slept with this dude. With Felix Faeth, a nerdy, skinny, hung-as-fuck white guy who didn't even have the decency to put on pants before answering the door.
Miles swore he saw him somewhere at the dorm. Some super smart guy or something. He bit his lip. Fuck. Like that mattered anymore. Miles felt a wave of something ugly and bitter rise up in his chest. Anger. Jealousy. Humiliation.
He could still see Felix's cock in his mind's eye, the way it hung there, so casually massive. Miles had always been confident in his own dick size. With the spider-bite, he gained an extra inch, going from an average five inches to six.
But now… now he felt small. Inadequate. It didn't matter that he was Spider-Man, that he had saved lives, that he had done things most people could only dream of. All that mattered in that moment was the image of Felix's flaccid dick, swinging in the breeze, and the knowledge that Gwen had chosen him.
That Gwen got her pussy DESTROYED by that white cock.
The sound of movement from inside the room snapped him out of his thoughts. He took a step back. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't stand here in the hallway, listening to the muffled voices of Gwen and her new… whatever he was. The money in his hand felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of how pathetic he was. He'd come here to surprise Gwen, to try and patch things up, to show her that he still cared. And instead, he'd been handed a tip and sent on his way.
Miles turned, walking down the hallway with a heavy heart. But as he walked away, a small, dark thought crept into the back of his mind. A thought he couldn't shake, no matter how hard he tried.
'Felix Faeth. His cock. His balls. How does it feel to be that big? How does it feel to be with someone like that?'
And worse: 'What does Gwen see in him that she didn't see in me? How much better than me is he for her to move on in a week.'
A week. A week. If it was at least a month, he'd understand. He'd be mad but he'd understand. But a week!? Where was the decorum? T-the respect!? Everybody knew that after a break-up there had to be a month long grace period. No hook-ups, no strip clubs, none of that!
His dick twitched in his pants. He had to know. He had to compare. There was nothing else for the Ultimate Spider-Man to do.
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Miles stood at the edge of the roof. The cold night air bit at his skin, but he barely felt it. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could almost hear it echoing off the walls of the dormitory across the street. He had left Gwen's dorm just minutes ago, but the image of Felix's naked form—his massive, flaccid cock dangling between his legs—was burned into his mind. It wasn't just the size. It was the casual confidence, the way Felix didn't even think twice about being naked in front of a stranger. Miles's stomach churned at the memory, but he couldn't stop himself. He had to know. He had to see.
With a flick of his wrist, he shot a web across the gap, swinging silently toward Gwen's window. His movements were precise, practiced, but his heart was anything but steady. When he landed on the narrow ledge outside her room, he peered through the window.
The sight stopped him dead in his tracks.
Gwen was on her hands and knees, her blonde hair cascading down her back in messy waves. Her head was hanging low, her face obscured, but Miles could see the way her body moved, the way she rocked back and forth with every thrust.
Gwen Stacy was getting fucked stupid.
The skinny white bastard was behind her, his pale skin glistening with sweat under the warm light of the room. His wiry frame was taut with effort, his hands gripping Gwen's waist so tightly that his fingers dug into her flesh. But it was his cock—huge, thick, and veiny—that Miles couldn't look away from. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Even flaccid, it had been massive, but now, fully erect, it was almost grotesque. And yet, Gwen was taking it like it was nothing, her ass slamming back against him with every thrust.
"Oh god, Felix, yes! Yes!!"
Gwen's voice was high-pitched, almost desperate, as she arched her back, pushing her ass into him. Her breasts—round and full, a perfect C-cup—swung wildly with the motion, their peaks hardened and taut. Miles had seen her like this before, but never like this. Never with such raw abandon. Never with such need.
He was viewing this from the perfect side angle. The bed was right there, on the left side of the room, and her cheeks got clapped.
'It should be me. It should be me—!'
Miles wanted to yell. On instinct, he turned invisible, stopping anyone from knowing he was here. Felix didn't say a word. He was just fucking. His eyes were locked on Gwen's ass, watching as it jiggled with every impact. He reached down, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before giving one a sharp slap.
"S-sheesh!" Through gasps and pants, Gwen was able to catch her breath. He wasn't moving, not anymore.
That meant Miles could see just how much cock he had in reserve. Being the genius he was, the numbers were obvious. He was halfway out, six and a half inches inside, meaning—
"Thirteen fucking inches…"
Six and a half inches was more than Miles. More than everything he could give to Gwen. Balls-deep, he couldn't do what half of this guy could do.
What was worse was…
"Come on," Gwen wiggled her ass, "are you gonna take all day? Or are you gonna fuck me?"
She was comfortable with it. With six and a half inches. With more than her ex-boyfriend.
Felix laughed kindly, spanking her one last time and drove into her.
Wham, wham, wham!
Her pussylips were struggling. Her eyes rolled back. All at once, Miles saw it. All at once, he saw the giant white cock destroying his girl's cunt.
He was going slow too.
Miles felt like he was going to be sick. He wanted to look away, to swing back to his apartment and pretend he'd never seen this. But he couldn't. His body was frozen in place, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.
"I hope this is good."
"G-g-g-good!?" Gwen stammered out, gasping and moaning. "This is AMAZING~! I-I-I can't stop cumming! I-I can't stop feeling your cock! God! God! It's so fucking thick! So deep! It's reaching my womb! Fuuuck!"
Then she uttered the words no man wished to hear:
"No one's EVER fucked me this deep~! F-fuck! Fuck!" A gasp, a moan. That was just the start. The climax hit like a freight train. "Y-you're so much bigger than my ex!"
His invisibility almost wore off. His dick instantly sprang to attention, trying to deny, deny, deny.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oh god, I'm cumming agaaaaiiiiin~!"
Three thrusts. Three thrusts and she orgasmed more times than Miles ever could in a whole one-hour marathon.
Her expression too—eyes rolled back, tongue out, and a smile. That damn smile. The orgasms Miles gave and the orgasms Felix gave were NOT the same.
Her ass—round, firm, and perfectly shaped—bounced with every thrust, and Miles could see the way Felix's cock disappeared inside her, stretching her open. He'd never seen anything like it. He'd never heard anything like it. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a steady rhythm that made Miles's chest tighten.
He was fucking her faster. Faster, the fucking increased by an uptick.
"F-fuck! fuuuck! Felix, you're JUST so damn big!" Gwen gasped, her voice breaking on the last word. She reached back, her fingers digging into Felix's thigh as she tried to pull him even deeper.
Miles almost smiled on instinct.
'She's Spider-Woman. Don't underestimate her.'
"Don't underestimate me~"
He snapped back to reality when he realized this wasn't said to him. It was said to this guy. The guy who was currently balls-deep inside her. Who went—
Wham!
Made her gasp and see stars.
Felix thought she was joking. Felix thought her trying to dominate was a joke. His hips snapped forward with brutal force. "I'm not gonna stop and I won't underestimate you, Gwen. Not until you're screaming my name."
Casually, he fucked the willpower out of her. He beat her pussy down harder than the Ultimate Goblin.
Gwen was arching and shaking. Miles could see the way her legs trembled, the way her back arched as she tried to take every inch of him. He'd never seen her like this. He'd never heard her like this. The Gwen he knew was quiet, reserved. The Gwen he knew would never let herself go like this.
But this wasn't the Gwen he knew. This was someone else. Someone who didn't care who heard her.
"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING~! OH GOD, FELIX, I'M GONNA—!"
Gwen's loud exclamations cut off as her body convulsed, her back arching as she came. Her moans turned into screams, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as Felix kept thrusting, his cock driving her toward another orgasm.
She was in love with that cock. Who wouldn't be?
Miles felt like he was going to pass out. He NEVER made her cum like that. He'd never made her scream like that. It was too much. It was all too much.
He remembered when he was pounding her from behind like this. When Gwen looked back, flicking her hair and smirking. That look back…no man was spared from falling in love with the chick after that.
But Felix…
"Ohgodohgod—ohgod!!"
Gwen didn't even have the time for the look back. Her salad was getting tossed. Her pussy was making her toes curl and her eyes look at the ceiling like the heavens were crashing down.
Felix. Just. Didn't. Stop.
That tight pink snatch must feel like heaven. It did feel like heaven. Miles could attest to it.
"Or at least used to," he murmured to the wind.
His thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock slamming into Gwen with a force that made her body shake. Gwen's screams turned into gasps, her body trembling as she came again and again, her legs giving out beneath her.
This dude…
He outfucked Spider-Woman.
Even Miles had never done that and he HAD spider-powers.
Yet Felix caught her, his hands gripping her hips as he kept going, his cock buried deep inside her.
"Inside, Gwen?" Felix asked, all casual and cool. "Do you want it inside?"
"Yes, yes, please!" Gwen begged, her voice trembling. "Cum inside me, Felix! I WANT it! I NEED it!"
Felix smiled, his hips slamming into her one last time before he stilled, his cock pulsing inside her. Gwen's moans turned into whimpers and Miles was almost relieved. It was over.
Right?
Wait, but fuck. He was creampieing her. He was dumping his load inside her. He was breeding her.
"There was one thing college students should never do," Gwen told him with a smile. "Forget protection."
Miles wore condoms. Miles ALWAYS wore condoms.
But this white stud…he rawdogged her and then came inside her. He could see his balls clenching, taut to her ass, and just going ham on her pussy, causing it overflow and drip to her bed.
Miles closed his eyes. He couldn't watch anymore. He couldn't listen anymore. But even with his eyes closed, he could still hear them. Felix's low groan. Gwen's trembling sighs. The sound of his cum dripping out of her. Leaking out of her because there was so damn much of it.
It was too much.
"Inside, inside~! Hnggghh, KEEP CUMMING INSIDE~!"
'Just how much fucking cum does he have in his balls?'
In his head, he remembered just how big they were. Probably four times his own. Fuck. Just...fuck, man.
Miles opened his eyes, his balls and dick trembling in his pants. He should have turned away at this point. He should have.
He didn't.
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