THE CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?
pairing. g!p spiderman! megan x black cat! fem! reader.
synopsis. after being caught by the spiderman as you try to steal a bank, the masked superhero shows that there’s more ways than one to extract the truth from your lying mouth.
contains. smut (ridiculously small), bondage (?), dirty talk, rough sex, reader is implied to be older than megan, degradation, no foreplay. not proofread yet.
word account. 2.5k
the lights outside the windows of the building were lit by now, it was a hot summer night, your skin felt too warm against your suit, your feet didn’t make any noise as you stepped into the vault, you were silent, quiet, a professional, no one could catch you. you had turned off the cameras and passed through the security guards with ease, you would just grab the money and leave, then watch the news on the next day, laughing as they spoke of how the police had no suspects.
you would do it well, as you have done before, as the only way you know how to.
if it wasn’t for her.
spiderman.
she came as she always did.
faster than you, in that annoying red and blue suit, her tall body moving with just as description as yours, maybe even more, which you would never admit. her webs found your wrist and by natural instinct, you brought the other hand to it to pull it off. another web shot, your hands were tied together, another one and a long, strong web connected your tied wrists to the ceiling. you were trapped, arms above your head. you looked around, the masked hero lurked around the vault, you could almost feel her smile under the mask, you could sense her victory.
“you thought i wouldn’t come for you?” her voice was deep, low, and mocking, you rolled your eyes. you didn’t answer her.
“you thought i wouldn’t find you, black cat?” her voice dropped an octave when she used your name, she finally stepped before you, stopping before your trapped body, a gloved hand found your cheek, you had a stubborn face and she tilted her head to the side, a soft chuckle leaving her lips.
“where is the rest of the money?” she asked, a little more serious.
“you caught me before i took anything.” you lied. the masked hero tilted her head to the other side, she sensed your lies.
“where is it?” she repeated. one step closer, you raised your head to meet her gaze. through the mask, you couldn’t see her eyes, but you felt them burning holes in yours.
“i already told you.”
“you lied.” her words were final.
it was your turn to tilt your head to the side, a smile forming on your lips as you looked at her up and down. such a sight. a slim figure in that tight suit, no weapon, no knife or gun, nothing more than her webs and agility, nothing more than herself, her voice sounded young and you knew she wasn’t pass 21, you wondered if she felt small under your intense gaze, but the young hero held herself with confidence, she kept still.
“did i?” you mocked her, your voice low, teasing. “come find out.” your head leans in, slowly, so slowly, you lick your lips, you look at the mask’s eyes, you arch onto her.
for a heartbeat, you thought she would give in.
but the neighborhood’s friend had a higher moral than you thought she had. she pulled back, eyeing you up and down. she sighed loudly, as if losing her patience with you.
“i will not fall for those tricks of yours, black cat.” she said, her voice sounded firm, yes, but you could almost hear her heart beating faster against her ribs, she was getting nervous. she was slowly losing control of the situation, and there, trapped, you were the one leading it.
“you won’t?” you echoed her words. “really?” you faked a pout, doe big eyes, licked your lips once more, bite your lower lip, struggled a bit against the strong webs, showing her that you were completely trapped, showing her that you presented no danger. “no tricks, spider, you got me.”
the girl thought for a long moment, she looked over at the tons of money around the vault you were both into, she knew at least some of it was missing, she could sense the danger in you. she wanted it anyway.
“no tricks, black cat. stay still, yeah?” her tone was just as teasing as yours, except that much more contained, the spidey wanted to assert some sort of dominance, some sort of high moral, but you knew it was bullshit, she would end up giving in, she would end up like all other, seduced.
she moved behind you, only the sounds of your breathing echoing in the vault as she touched your arms, her gloved hands going up to reach your forearm locked on her web, and then down again to your sides, you felt the fabric of her mask against your cheek and you listened to her fast breath. “you nervous? it’s your first time feeling a woman like this, girl?”
the hero stayed quiet, only an irritated sigh leaving her lips as she goes lower and lower with her hands, the tight suit you wore could do very little to hide tons of money, you knew and she did too, she could be a boring follower of the law but she was not dumb. neither were you. you arched your back a little, pressing your ass against her bulge, she paused for a second, she squeezed your hips tighter. “don’t.” she mouthed, barely a sound, but you heard just fine. she didn’t moved away, she didn’t moved back, she stayed right there, letting you grind your ass against her hard on.
“or what?” you asked.
“where is the rest of the money?” she kept her voice still, deeper, more serious, she tried to sound even firmer, almost threatening, you didn’t buy it.
“i answered you already.” you spoke louder, getting tired of this question. “don’t you have homework to do instead of trying to play the hero, kid?” your voice was a challenge itself.
she got mad.
her hands found your cleavage and she curled her fingers on the fabric, in a harsh move, she tore apart the fabric of your suit. it was from a resilient material, in her hands? it tore up like a tissue paper, the sound of the fabric rippling mixed with your own surprised gasp, it was open until your hips, exposing your tits to the cool air, the nipples growing hard.
“kid?” she almost growled. “i’m not playing the hero, thief. you’re playing a criminal.”
her both gloved hands find your breasts, she grips them hard, massaging them between her fingers, her hot breath against your ear through her mask. “but you’re just an attention starved whore. you knew i would come, you just wanted me to find you.”
perhaps that was true, by the way you arched into her rough, punishing touch, the way you ground your ass on her clothed dick, just needing to feel her, your body called for her, her hands, her roughness.
“admit it.” she demanded. you denied, shaking your head in a no, biting your lip to prevent any sound to come off as she played with your tits so roughly, but the girl behind the mask, who now seemed so much like a woman, didn’t take your silence as an answer.
“not gonna answer me?” her voice sounded even more controlled, she slid a hand over your front, kicking your legs apart, she sneaked her hand in your panties brushed her fingers over your folds, the fabric of her suit was rough and you squirmed, trying to close them. the pressure against your sensitive pussy was both painful and pleasing, but in both ways, felt like too much.
the masked hero only pressed her fingers a little harder.
“admit it.” she repeated, her finger pressed against your clit and you gasped aloud, squirming just a little harder. her webs kept your hands in place, consequently, your body too.
“i knew you would find me, spider.” you mumbled in a low voice, a whine, almost. “i knew you would and i wanted you to.”
“why?” she presses harder.
“because i wanted your attention.”
“my attention?”
“i wanted you.” you finally admitted it.
the pressure disappears, you can almost feel her smile. she brings her hand up to your waist, she makes you grind on her clothed erection, as a type of momentarily reward. “i know, princess.” she breathes out. she presses her face against your cheek, perhaps for a kiss, you cannot feel it, but you can feel her warmth, her softness… for a second, perhaps too, before she remembers what you’ve said.
she tears apart the back of your suit, you let out a whine as she bares your ass for her, you’re completely at her mercy, trapped, part of your body exposed for her to do as she wishes. you’ve never felt more alive.
only when she pushed your panties to the side. you felt her fumbling behind you, she retracted her suit enough just to free her pink, throbbing cock, you could imagine how much she was leaking, and your mouth watered at the thought of tasting her precum, take her into your mouth, but the stupid masked hero wouldn’t let you, not now, when you were trapped there in her web, standing, ass sticking out just for her, so defenceless just for her.
“spider…” your needy voice reached her ears in the sweetest sound, she smiled under her mask.
“do you think you deserve foreplay? am i not giving you my attention, black cat?” she mocked you, holding herself by the base, a hand on your waist as she pushed herself into your dripping, needy pussy. she goes slow, but relentless, one single thrust and she’s all the way in. “take all of it then, all of my attention, all of me.” she breathes against your neck, hissing as she hilts inside you, you can feel all of her opening you up, stretching you with no preparation, a delicious type of pain that has you whining as she pushes her hips back only to slide right in after in a harsh move, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the vault.
you can do nothing but take her deep inside you, trapped between the webs holding your wrists up and and her own body, hammering inside you, not going slow at first, not giving you time to adjust, just fucking you like her life depends on it. your eyes quickly tears up from the harsh thrusts, the spider isn’t anything near gentle.
“got what you wanted?” she pants hard, she’s losing control, you can feel her hips keep colliding against your ass with such force, makes your head spin. “answer me, slut. what’s wrong, the cat got your tongue? fucking answer me! got what you wanted from me?” her gloved hand hits your asscheek, you yelp, nodding, head falling down, eyes squeezing shut as you take her so roughly.
“yes! yes, this is what i wanted.” you mumble out, the first tear finally leaves your eye, rolling down your cheek, the spider laughs behind her mask, another harsh smack on the reddened flesh of your ass, giggling at the collision, she watches it. you cannot see her, you can only feel, the way she’s so deep in you, the way you feel like a ragdoll at her mercy.
you feel her hand pushing your silver hair back, arching your back, you gasp in pain at the sudden push, her hips never falter in its rhythm.
inhuman strength, inhuman stamina.
the hand that holds your hips goes up on your body, she touches your face… she takes off your mask, a simple piece, covers around your eyes, but not your entire face, you cry out.
“no… spidey.”
“it’s alright.” she pants on your ear, it's both a reassure and a command. “you’re perfect, so perfect crying on my cock.”
she reaches your g-spot, that one sweet spot deep inside you, her tip hits there again and again, you clench around her and she feels you getting closer, she goes a little faster, makes you clench unstop, back arch a little more, she reaches deeper in you, she hisses as her tip kisses your spot. she loses rhythm, everything is so erotic.
“wanna cum in you.” she mumbles against your face, her both arms circle your waist, losing control, dominance, she just needs to cum.
you need it too.
“do it, cum inside me, fill me up.” the words leave your mouth before you could stop them. the spider obeys you, a few more thrusts and she empties herself inside your pussy, her load filling you up to the brim, you come right away, creaming her cock on your juices, crying and moaning her name out loud, legs trembling, if it wasn’t for her strong hold and webs holding you still, you would fall down the floor.
“megan…” you whine, she finally brings a shaky hand to pull off her mask, her face is flushed, sweaty, her black hair mussed and her lips wet and red.
“god, y/n, you were so good, i came so fast, damn.” she hisses as she pushes her hips back, sliding out of you, your pussy is ruined, cum dripping down your thighs, your hole still clenching slightly, megan smiles proudly at that, until she hears your annoyed voice.
“you ruined my suit. how the hell i’m supposed to leave naked, you idiot?” you whine, rolling your eyes. “and that damn web… how long until it dissolves?”
megan chuckles, not exactly a proud or cocky chuckle, she just thinks you’re naturally funny.
“you weren’t complaining… and don’t worry, it will dissolve in a few minutes, enough for me to clean up this mess, i have some clothes in my backpack too, it’s on the back alley, 3 minutes from here.” she says, adjusting her suit over her hips again, stepping before you again, your eyebrows furrow at the mention.
“your clothes?” the distaste in your voice was clear, megan’s clothes wasn’t your style at all, oversized shirts of nerd movie characters in their majority.
“this or you go back home… like this.” she smiled teasingly, the dimples on her cheeks appearing, you smiled back, defeated once again.
“yeah… i guess i have no choice but wait for you, dumbass.”
your girlfriend pecked your lips once more before turning around, ready to put on her mask and go find her backpack in the nearest alley. but then she paused, looked back at you again. “where’s the rest of the money?”
damn. she remembered it.
“really? i was telling the truth.” you said.
it was of your nature to lie. it was of megan’s nature to sense your lies. she sighed and looked at you as if you were more than physically naked before her.
“you know i can leave you here for the guards to find you tomorrow, right? then they will search for the money wherever you hide it.” a bluff.
you snorted.
“you will leave your girl naked for them to find me?” your eyes sparkled with a malicious light.
megan pondered, well, she could dress you and leave, but she was a hero before being your girlfriend? yes, she was already a hero when she met you, just as you were already a little thief, some things never change.
“you’re lucky i love you, black cat.”
author’s note. i have never touched a spiderman’s comic book before, everything about black cat i know i googled it so it’s not very accurate i know. just a little thing i wrote because the lack of megan’s long fics in my masterlist pissed me off kkkk
