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Miguel was standing at his console trying to control his breathing. He shifted from one foot to the next and his knees almost buckled. He pressed his hands into his console, his fingers giving little twitches against the surface, as he closed his eyes and bit back a whine.
Peter had decided to try this new thing where in the morning he would fuck Miguel within an inch of his life, making him cry and beg, before cumming inside of him, plugging him up, and slapping him on the ass as he sent him on his way. He would be a shaking mess, and would whine and complain, but he loved it. He loved feeling owned and used, with Peter's cum inside of him.
Peter had already found Miguel and dragged him off to a secluded corner a couple times today, propping his legs up on his shoulders as he fucked into him, slapping a hand over Miguel’s mouth to keep the volume down, growling in his ear about “what a good little fuck toy, huh? So pretty taking my cock, so full you can’t even think, can you?”
His claws dug into the console as the plug hummed to life inside of him and he brought his head down to rest between his hands as he bit his lip, trying not to cum on the spot. His knees were shaking and his hips were twitching against the air when he heard his watch ping.
He lifted his head enough to see it was a call from Peter. That bastard. He blindly tapped at it as he lowered his head again. He heard Peter chuckling on the other end already.
"How are you doing, princess?" He asked, his voice low.
Miguel opened his mouth to tell him exactly how he felt, but all that came out was a pathetic little whine as he grit his teeth.
"I know princess," Peter purred. "You're doing so well for me though, aren't you? You haven't even touched yourself."
Miguel froze at that comment; how did he know that?
"I–how–?"
Peter laughed again. "Oh yeah, I asked Lyla to give me access to the security cameras so I can watch you fall apart in your office."
Miguel pulled his head up again, looking down at his watch before turning his head, a scowl on his face. "Lyla!"
The little orange AI popped up in front of him. "What can I do you for, captain?" She said with a little two fingered salute.
"Did you give Peter access to the cameras?" He growled out.
She laughed loudly. "Hell yeah I did. He tiptoed around why he needed access, but I got the idea. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?" She smirked, leaning forwards, looking over her heart shaped glasses at him.
Miguel went to make a scathing comment, when he was cut off again by the increasing vibrations coming from the plug.
"I'll just lock up, alright?" Lyla said, tone sultry, as she fluttered out of existence, a giggle trailing behind.
"Peter," Miguel whined. "P-Please, I need–"
“What?” Peter asked, his voice slipping into a purr. “What do you need, princess?”
Miguel dragged one hand down the console, gripping the edge as he thrust his hips back into the air. He cried out as the vibrations changed again, his eyes wide as he felt the high of his orgasm quickly approaching.
“P-Peter, I-I’m so close please I need to cum,” he begged, his tone breathy and high. He dug his claws into the console again as he laid his head down and squeezed his thighs together.
“Be a good boy for me princess, I know you can do it."
Miguel cried out as he curled in on himself, incoherently begging Peter for something, anything. "P-Peter, please, I need you, I'll do anything, please–"
"Oh, you sound so pretty for me, don't you?" Peter purred. "God, I'm already so hard, thinking about bending you over that fancy desk of yours, pumping you full again,” Miguel could hear Peter shifting his clothes around. “Fuck, I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock. Maybe I’ll fuck your throat first,” Miguel whimpered, shaking his head, pleading incoherently. “You’re right, I can’t keep you full if I do that.”
“Please—“ Miguel pleaded, tears brimming in his eyes from the overstimulation. “Please, Peter, I-I, ah, I’ll do anything, please!”
His watch suddenly clicked off and he growled in frustration, slamming a fist into the console as he slid down to sit on his knees on his platform. He shuddered as he tried to stave off his orgasm, it getting harder and harder every time. He heard the familiar sound of a portal open up to his left and he whipped his head around to see Peter strolling through, his hands in the pockets of his sweats, a Cheshire smile painted on his lips.
Miguel tilted his head up to look at Peter and let out a desperate little whimper as he saw the dark look in the older man's face. "Peter, please, I need you, I-I–" he stopped, his breath hitching as Peter hauled him up and bent him over the desk.
Peter got his hands under his hips and pulled, making Miguel get up on his toes, his back arched, his ass in the air. Peter leaned over him, pressing his hard cock against Miguel as he breathed against his ear. "What do you need, princess? Huh? You gotta tell me."
Miguel cried out, his hands scrabbling on the surface of the console. "Please fuck me, I need to cum, please."
"Oh, just because I fuck you doesn't mean that you're going to cum, Migs, come on now," he purred as he reached a hand up and tapped at Miguel's watch, making his suit fizzle out, leaving Miguel painfully naked in the chilly control room.
Miguel tried to shift so he could turn or get away or something but Peter just planted a hand in between his shoulder blades and held him there as he pulled his cock up over his suit bottoms and sweats. He brought his hand down to Miguel's cunt, pushing on the plug that was still buzzing inside of him before he pulled it out halfway and fucked it back in. Miguel wailed at the sensation, the friction so delicious.
"P-Peter, I can't, I need it, please," Miguel babbled, his mouth and his brain fully disconnected at this point. Peter had been teasing him so much all day, he needed to be filled, now.
Peter shushed him gently as he pulled the remote out of his pocket and turned the plug off, leaving it still. He fully pulled it out of Miguel, sucking in a breath at the mess that followed it. "God damn, would you look at that," he said, his voice low with awe. "I'm gonna have to fill you back up I guess."
Miguel nodded his head furiously, little pathetic noises falling from his lips as Peter lined himself up and slid home in one thrust. Miguel lurched forward, his tongue hanging out of his mouth at the feeling of being so full.
Peter started in with a brutal pace, pistoning his hips into Miguel, making Miguel's ass shake with the force behind the thrusts.
"Come on, princess, I know how pretty you can sound when I fill you like this, don't hold out on me now, " Peter panted out, the ghost of a laugh in his tone. Peter wrapped a hand around Miguel’s throat and pulled, making his back arch beautifully.
Miguel wailed at how perfectly Peter was fucking him. He wanted to be filled like this all the time, Peter's cock buried inside him.
It's like Peter was reading his mind. "Wish I could make you walk around naked all day, ready to take my cum any time I wanted," Peter groaned out, a hand shifting to Miguel's hip to hold him in a tight grip. "Maybe we'll get you some skirts that you can wear, what do you think, princess?"
Miguel keened, high and needy. "Pe-eter, ah god, please."
Peter laughed darkly. "Thought you might like that. Just bend you over anywhere I want and fuck you, pumping you full of my cum all day, make you my little free use slut. Fuck, I'm not gonna last. Gonna give it to you," Peter moaned as he somehow started thrusting faster. "Take it, princess, take it, take it, take it."
Miguel cried out as he felt Peter empty himself in his cunt, feeling the older man's cum drip down his thighs. He yelped as Peter pulled out before shoving the plug back into place.
"N-No, please Peter, I was good, please, I need to cum," Miguel begged as he started to turn to look at Peter with watery eyes.
Peter planted his hand on Miguel's back again, holding him down to the console. His lip was curled back, his mouth holding a feral smile. "You cum when I tell you to, you know that, princess."
Miguel whimpered and nodded, pressing his forehead into the console, trying to come down from being so close.
Peter held him close as he breathed through it, giving praise and reassurances. Eventually they pulled apart when Lyla called over the speakers a warning of a new anomaly popping up in some universe, Miguel couldn't be bothered at the moment to remember the exact number. He pulled himself up, shaking out his limbs to get some control back over them before reactivating his suit, mask and all, as a portal opened up in front of them both.
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Miguel webbed a car parked on the side of the road at the Scorpion they were fighting, tilting his body to accommodate the weight difference. It hit the bastard square in the chest, making him topple over. Miguel took this as his opportunity, leaping over debris to grab him, a hand tilting his head to the side as the mask on his suit dissolved, showing off his fangs that were fully extended, dripping with venom. He lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the meat of the Scorpions neck, making the villain cry out as Miguel clenched his jaw, feeling the paralytic flow into the menace.
He loosened his grip as Scorpion went limp in his arms. He stood up, panting heavily, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked up and clocked Peter; his mask pulled up to his forehead, his eyes hazy and lidded with arousal. Miguel sucked in a breath before reactivating his mask, wanting to hide the dark flush that was sure to be across his cheeks.
They got the holographic cage in place before Miguel sent a couple spiders to go put it with the others waiting to get sent back in the Go Home Machine. It was finally just Peter and Miguel left in the strange universe, the last portal just closing before Peter grabbed Miguel by the front of the suit, yanking him down to his knees.
“God, watching you take down anomalies like it’s nothing is a sight to behold, princess,” he said, sliding a hand over the mask, making it crackle as it dissipated from his fingers punching through the material.
Miguel was panting and shaking still from the adrenaline pumping through his body. He watched Peter’s hand disappear into his sweats pocket and felt the plug turn on, making him want to curl in on himself, but he stayed put, biting his tongue. His fangs were still extended and ached from wanting to sink into something.
“Peter,” he ground out, fisting his hands on his thighs.
Peter chuckled low before cranking it up higher, forcing Miguel to keep his head up by fisting a hand in his hair.
“Such a perfect little slut drooling for my cock,” he purred as he yanked on Miguel’s hair, making him open his mouth.
Miguel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tried to keep silent. It was so much. Anyone could see them where they were in the middle of a destroyed city block. Peter yanked on his hair again, making him stand before opening a portal and pushing a stumbling Miguel through it.
He landed, stumbling, into the Parker-Watson living room only getting a chance to glance around before he was being pulled up and pushed towards their bedroom.
“Want my cock?” Peter asked as he turned Miguel around to start biting at his neck, making the suit flicker under his teeth. “Better take off this suit for me then.”
Miguel started blindly tapping on his watch until his suit fizzled away leaving him naked, his thighs slick.
Peter pushed him one more time, using that famous Spider-Man strength to launch Miguel into the bed on his back. Peter creeped up Miguel’s chest laying his hands flat on his pecs and squeezing. “I’ll be right back, don’t move and I’ll give you a reward, understood?”
Miguel nodded furiously before Peter grabbed his face harshly making him look at Peter.
“Words, princess,” Peter growled.
“Y-Yes I understand,” Miguel breathed out, his pupils dilating.
Peter pat Miguel on the cheek making him flinch and whine before standing up and pulling the remote out and turning it up all the way. “Be right back.”
Miguel was left alone on the bed, quaking. He was trying so hard to stay still, but it was so fucking hard. He needed Peter’s cock inside of him now. His hips twitched, making the plug jostle slightly and he cried out as he gripped the bed sheets, trying desperately not to tear them.
Peter came out of the bathroom in nothing but a deep shade of red lipstick that complimented his spider suit perfectly.
Miguel looked up at him. “W-What?” He asked dumbly.
“I wanted to try something,” Peter said as he kneeled on the bed, looking at Miguel like he was going to eat him alive.
Peter crawled up the bed, tossing something small up next to Miguel, before sliding up his body again, hovering over the taller man. He sat on Miguel’s hips, making the toy sit right against that squishy bundle of nerves and he screamed, his back arching.
Peter laughed as he cupped Miguel's face, shushing him gently as he ground his hips down. Miguel whimpered but steadied himself, holding Peter's hands to his face as he tried to be obedient and not cum.
"So good for me," Peter murmured as he kissed Miguel's jaw. "So perfect for me."
Miguel whimpered as he shifted his face to try and kiss Peter, wanting to smear the lipstick, but he drew back slightly before grabbing Miguel's face in one hand and grabbing the tube of lipstick in the other. He carefully painted the same shade of red as Peter’s, slow and careful movements drawing across his full lips. He set the tube to the side when he was done, looking down at Miguel like he hung the stars in the sky before leaning down and devouring him in a deep kiss.
Miguel whimpered into the kiss, thrusting his hips against Peter as their tongues danced. Peter pulled away panting, and the lipstick slightly smeared from his lips.
“Gonna mark you up a different way today, princess,” Peter murmured as he started to trail kisses down Miguel’s neck and chest, leaving bites and nips in his wake. He left a perfect kiss mark over Miguel's nipple, his teeth digging into the nub making Miguel cry out and thread his fingers through Peter’s hair as he descended.
Peter finally made it down to where the plug was and pushed a finger against it, pressing it deeper into Miguel. He threw his head back as he moaned, gripping Peter's hair as he pushed and pulled on it, trying to see how many pretty noises he could get his boyfriend to make. He finally laid down on the bed, his head in between Miguel's legs, leaving lipstick stains and hickies on the soft skin of his thighs.
"Come on princess, spread your legs for me, just like that, there we go," Peter pulled the still vibrating toy out, throwing it across the room to be dealt with later. He kissed Miguel's cock, making it twitch before he dove into his cunt, lapping at his folds and sucking like his life depended on it.
Miguel arched his back and wailed as he fisted Peter's hair, pushing his hips into his mouth. Peter grabbed his wrists and pinned them to Miguel's abdomen with one hand, the other coming down to start fingering Miguel at an inhuman pace.
"P-Peter I'm gonna–" Miguel cried out, prompting Peter to pick up the pace by some means of god.
He pulled on his hands, trying to get them back but Peter just gripped them harder, forcing them to stay. Miguel could feel his orgasm rushing over him as he screamed, his vision whiting out. He slammed back in to himself and whimpered as Peter was still fingering him roughly, trying to coax another gush of cum out of him.
"I-I can't, please, it's too much!" Miguel cried as he tried to get away.
"One more then I'll give you what you want, princess. I know you can do it. Don't you want to cum on my cock?" he cooed, mouth still pressed against his folds, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he smiled wide. "I know how much you love to take it, such a good little slut for me. It's like you were made were for me, fits you perfectly."
Miguel couldn't handle the dirty talk. He twitched as pleasure began to curl through his abdomen, a slightly more intense feeling creeping through his limbs. He screamed as a gush of fluid ran down Peter's arm, dripping onto the floor. Miguel laid back, trying to hide his face in the pillows as he whined in embarrassment. He had never done that before, what the hell was going on?!
"Look at you, squirting for little ol' me, huh?" Peter purred, pulling his fingers out of Miguel gently, making him jolt before Peter climbed back up to press his fingers to Miguel's lips, staining the skin red. Miguel opened his mouth easily and Peter slipped both fingers between his fangs, making him clean them off.
Miguel moaned around them, his eyes fluttering shut, gagging around the intrusion. Peter pulled them out, but not before hooking his pointer finger around a fang and pulling.
“Fuck princess, I’m definitely gonna get you a bunch of dresses and skirts, put you in some makeup, take you out. What do you think?” Miguel whined around the finger still hooked in his mouth. “Yeah? Then I’ll bring you home and flip that skirt up and fuck you until your makeup is running down your face. Make you drool over my cock.”
Peter let go of his fang before grabbing Miguel’s face again and turning it this way and that, examining him. “Maybe I’ll make you suck me off with the lipstick on, get it all over me, hmm?”
“Peter, please,” Miguel begged, closing his eyes. His cunt was painfully empty and he needed Peter to remedy that. Now.
Peter smirked down at him before letting go and sitting back, hooking one of Miguel’s legs over his elbow, the other grabbing his cock to slowly push it in. Miguel’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream, ripping the bedsheets with his claws as Peter continued until he bottomed out.
“Fuck I wish you could see yourself. You look so fucked out already, maybe one of these days, we’ll do this again, and film it, what do you think? Or take pictures. I’ll keep one in my wallet, so I can see you anytime I want,” Peter said as he slid out before thrusting forward again, hard. “Look at it anytime I want, get myself riled up, then go find you and haul you over your desk to fuck you where anyone could find us.”
Miguel keened loudly, throwing his head back, his hands coming up to claw at the pillows under his head. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his tongue lulled out of his mouth, little noises being fucked out of him. He wanted to be Peter’s desperate little free use slut. He wouldn’t have to worry about anything. His head could be completely empty.
A particularly hard thrust had Miguel crying out. “Daddy, please,” he gasped, tears gathering in his eyes. He felt Peter stop, and he growled, scowling up at the older man who was staring wide eyed down at him.
What had slipped out of his mouth echoed in his mind and his face flushed a blotchy red as he brought his hands up to cover his face, trying to shimmy out of Peter's hold. Miguel knew he had this particular "interest", but had never discussed it, for fear of having Peter think he was "too much".
Peter pulled both of Miguel's legs from where they were hooked on his elbows, spearing him harder on his cock. Miguel choked on a scream, his hands clutching the pillows behind his head.
“Nuhuh, what did you say princess? Come on, you can tell me, did you call me daddy? You want me to be your daddy? I can do that,” Peter growled out, starting up his harsh thrusts again.
Miguel screamed and his eyes rolled back in his head as tears began to gather across his eyelashes. He was so close again already. Peter was going to kill him one of these days, he just knew it.
“Come on princess, want daddy to make you cum again? You’re close aren’t you? I can feel how you twitch around my cock,” Peter let go of one of Miguel’s legs to start rubbing circles into his cock. “Be a good boy for daddy, and cum.”
Miguel arched his back, as he came around Peter’s cock. He could feel how much gushed out of him, the sounds abhorrent. He sobbed as Peter continued to fuck into him, their hips slapping together, punching horrible little noises out of Miguel.
“D-Daddy, ah, I can’t, ple-ease—“ Miguel cried, his hands shooting out to grab any part of Peter he could reach as he continued fucking into him.
Peter laughed lightly as he leaned down so Miguel could hold him close to his shaking frame. “You can, princess, come on. You want me to fill you up again, make you feel good one more time? Take it princess, take it like I know you can. Be good and take it.”
Miguel gripped around Peter’s shoulders, whimpering into the skin there. His claws dug in as Peter rubbed harder around his cock, coaxing another harsh orgasm from him. Miguel scraped his fangs against Peter’s neck as he panted and whined.
“Papi, por favor, dámelo, por favor dios, lo necesito. Adentro, adentro, papi por favor joder, preñame,” Miguel whispered, his lips leaving red marks across Peter's shoulder.
“You can bite me princess, come on, sink your teeth in,” Peter groaned out, pushing Miguel’s head into his neck.
Miguel panted as he opened his mouth and sank his fangs into the older man’s neck, making him cry out as his hips stuttered and he came deep inside the younger man. Miguel clenched his jaw as he moaned around another orgasm, his large frame shaking from it.
He released Peter’s neck with a gasp, lapping at the wound and leaving red lip marks across the skin he could reach as Peter went limp on top of him.
“Fuck, I love when you bite me, princess, feels so fucking good," Peter slurred out, dropping all of his body weight onto Miguel.
Miguel grunted as he felt Peter's cum seep out from around his cock still buried in his hole. He wiggled slightly and whined at the sensitivity before nuzzling into Peter's neck again, sleepily leaving little kisses and nips to the skin there.
He perked up as he heard the front door open and close and heard MJ's voice calling from the common area.
"Anyone home?"
"In here," Miguel called out, his voice hoarse.
She poked her head in and got a vicious little smirk on her lips as she saw how they were tangled up on the sheets.
"You two started without me?" She purred as she walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, slipping off her trainers. She reached over and wiped gently at Miguel's lips, smearing the lipstick even more than it already was.
Peter shifted, prompting Miguel to cry out. "Hi, baby. Yeah, sorry, the mission today made me unbelievably hot. I made Miguel sing like a damn canary for me."
Miguel scowled up at him once he pushed himself up on shaky arms but gasped as Peter grinded into him. The magic of being Spider-Man; barely any refractory period.
"Think I can make him scream too?" The woman said as she stripped her shirt off, her hands moving down to her jeans.
Miguel swallowed harshly as she leaned down over him, her small hands framing his face. "I like your handy work, Pete," she murmured as she trailed her eyes down, following the lipstick stains.
"I think it's my turn though," she grinned as she picked up the tube of lipstick.