#DonaldForSpiderman

Donald's standing in a dressing room trying to decide on whether he really likes the Spiderman fit. It didn't take him long to realize... That With great power, comes... Well.. Someone comes.

#Donald For Spiderman

 

“I don’t think they fit.” Donald’s voice rang over the dressing room door. I leaned back against the rack behind me in the small section of the department store.

 

“Let me see.”

 

“I�"“ He paused. “I don’t wanna come out.”

 

“Dona�"“ Right. Not supposed to say his name out lout. The fan girls will go insane trying to get to him. “You want me to… Come in there?” I wondered out loud and there was no response for a second.

 

“Yeah. Okay, that’ll work.” He said, and it sounded like he’d had a few moments of consideration. I looked around, for the sales associate. No one. Golden. Then, I slipped into the small dressing room that he was in, and gasped when I saw his face was covered with the Spiderman mask.

 

He pushed it up, so that his mouth was exposed, and I was thankful for it. His words were pretty muffled when I was standing on the other side of the door, but I couldn’t tell if it was him or the door. “So?” He urged.

 

My eyes traveled down to …. The bottom half of the Spiderman Suit, and I bit my lip. “Um…”

 

“Hey. Eyes up here.” He reached out and tilted my head up. Something about a man in a uniform… No, let me correct that. Something about a fine a*s man, built like a football player in a spiderman outfit that fit him just right.

 

“You didn’t even tell me what you thought of my costume.” I explained, and through the mask, he looked down. The small cardigan sweater, long skirt and knee high socks I was wearing… He smirked. “What??”

“What are you Annie Edison?”

 

Donald did this a lot. “What if I’m Mary Jane?” I quickly shot back. “Spiderman’s not black.”

 

“Yeah, and he’s not this sexy either.”

 

“Oh shut up.” I turned to the door but he grabbed my arm, which caused me to twirl back, and fall directly into his arms. We didn’t speak, just noticed we were very close the to cliché moment in Spiderman where the upside down kiss occurred. I thought about it, let that sink in for a moment, and without thinking his lips crashed onto mine.

 

I tumbled backwards against the wall and he came with, pushing his me deeper into the wall as he began to feel me up through the cardigan. I moaned, realizing that I may have left my bra… on the hook in the dressing room I was in.

 

“They may see my feet.” I replied breathlessly and he lifted me up and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Sh.” We both urged each other and he stopped to look at me. “Will you take that stupid mask off?” I begged and pulled it off of his face. His eyes immediately found mine and he kissed me once more.

 

His lips caught my bottom one between his and slowly began sucking it as he slid his hands under my skirt. I moaned into his mouth as his thumb brushed my the front of the Victoria’s Secret Underwear buried beneath the skirt. “Donald.” I moaned and he sucked harder on my lip. “Donald.”

He looked into my eyes, as he licked his fingers and slowly slid them back down and against the ache between my legs. I gasped and he captured it up with a kiss, as his nose slowly grazed mine.”Wait.”  I exclaimed and he frowned at me. “We can’t do this here. We could get caught.”

 

…

He was Donald Glover. No surprise they just let him walk out in his spiderman outfit that he didn’t even pay for. It didn’t matter, by the time we approached the car, I rushed into the backseat and he climbed in behind me. I watched as he climbed in on top of me and spread my legs apart.

 

“You make a sexy spiderman.” I whispered as he slowly bowed down and kissed me, grinding against me. I don’t know whether it was the thought of how hard he was, or the fact that he was Spiderman, but I was turned on. He threaded his fingers in my hair as he sucked on my bottom lip once more.  I grabbed on to him, digging my nails deeper than the suit, and into his back.

 

He pulled off of me, and laughed shaking his head as he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my head. I fought for a second as he pushed the skirt slowly up my legs. He used one hand to pull the shirt of his Spiderman outfit up and I whimpered at the realization that I couldn’t run my fingers against his abs. He came back down ontop of me and with a split, unhesistant second, he ripped my underwear off.

 

“I’ll pay for it.” He whispered in my ear, before sucking on my earlobe and causing me to moan. I yanked a hand out of his grip and slid my fingers down his abs. They instinctively flexed at my touch, but I continued lower until I got a handful deep inside his boxers. He grinned as I squeezed, and he pushed two fingers into me. I gasped as he began kissing my neck and my chin. I gasped tugging at him, and he groaned in my ear, looking me in my eyes. He pulled back away from me briefly, and pushed the spiderman shirt up, so that it was tucked behind his head. I gasped, at the sight and he used the moment to take my hands and pin them back behind my head.

 

I watched as he slowly kissed down my neck, leaving gentle, torturous licks. “Donald.” I urged and he used his free hand to reach into his pants, and slowly pull his already hard member from his pants. He slowly stroked it, watching my face quizzically as he did. “This what you want. You want that Spiderman dick?”

 

I wanted to make a comment about how immaturely weird that sounded, but God, watching him touch it made me want it so much more. “Yes.” I hissed and he laughed. “Good.” He pushed it into me and I gasped as his nose met mine and he watched my reaction as he pushed each inch into me. He let go of my hands, and his eyes trained on mine as he gripped my waist, and my hands found their way to his back, gripping him tightly. With no hesitation, he began to push in and out, angling himself at a point where he expertly found the spot to make me moan in his ear. He smiled a small cocky smile as he pulled into me and began moving faster, harder, deeper.

 

“Donald.”

 

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Donald?” I begged as he held my hips tightly, letting himself tortuously slide in and out of me as his biceps flexed under my touch, and the only thing I could even fathom was how the f**k he smelled so good in clothes that he hadn't even paid for. He pushed his forehead against mine which sent my head falling backwards and he kissed my neck once more as he started moving faster than ever before. I spread my legs further, one setting itself against the window, where I paused when I saw someone staring in.

 

“Donald!” I screamed, and as crazy as it sounds, we both orgasmed at that exact moment.

 

“Hey look, it’s Spiderman!” I heard someone outside the window yelling and watched as he signaled people over to look. My eyes looked at Donald’s as he buried his face in my shoulder.

 

"Spiderman dick, really?" I whispered and he smirked.

"Donald for Spiderman." He threw a weary fist in the air.