Touch starved! Hobie loves to have his hands on you. His hand might be on your hip, in your back pocket, fiddling with your ring finger, etc.
Touch Starved! Hobie who doesn't care who sees him kissing your neck, marking and biting just to get any taste of you.
Touch Starved! Hobie who leans in every time you pull away. Your touch lingers against his cheek, leaving soft sparks against the tinted skin.
Touch Starved! Hobie who lets you do his eyeliner because he loves the feeling of being close to you. Having you in his lap with his eyes closed and the most dazed look on his face. He's in heaven.
Touch Starved! Hobie who sprays his pillow with your perfume because he finds your scent so attractive.
Touch Starved! Hobie who's always got his arms wrapped around your waist from behind when standing around HQ. No one has ever seen you two apart, you're practically attached at the hip now.
Touch Starved! Hobie who is desperate for any touch you're willing to give him no matter if it hurts...
incorrect quotes: spiderman across the spider verse part 4
Miles: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.
Gwen: No, go ahead. I want to hear it.
Miles: It sucks.
Gwen: That's not constructive criticism.
Peter B : I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.
Kidnapper: I have your partner.
Miles: What? I don't have a partner...
Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?
Miles: Oh, you have Hobie. Tell him dinner is getting cold
Miles: Where are your parents?
Miguel: What are parents?
Miles: That’s just about the saddest thing I ever heard get said.
Gwen: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...
Peter B : I just wanna fucking marry Miguel!!
Hobie: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?
Pavtir: Okay.
*later*
Miguel: Pavtir! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.
Hobie, whispering: Deny everything.
Pavtir, loudly: That isn't a chair.
Hobie: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?
Pavtir: How did you know I was up until 3am?
Peter B : We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.
180 Degrees (18+, a Miguel O'hara and Peter B. Parker NSFW story)
Summary: A very self-indulgent piece of smut involving Miguel...and Peter.
Tags: M/M/F, NSFW, afab reader, smut, threesome, PIV penetration, oral sex (f. and m.receiving), dilf, dirty talk, fingering, breast play, reader is on the pill (please, wrap it before you hit it), pulling out before ejaculating (don’t do that), double penetration, (poor attempt at writing) anilingus, pet names, aftercare
Content warning: this story contains graphic depictions of intercourse. If one or multiple tags up above make you feel uncomfortable, please do not interact with the following story.
English is not my first language. I apologize in advance for the mistakes.
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“It's okay, you did your best.”
Peter was slowly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you with such soft eyes... You had quite a rough day and Peter knew how to help you relax. You were leaning into his arms, your head resting on his chest while he kept whispering soft nothings into your ears. His pink bathrobe was discarded somewhere in the room, along your suits. Your two bodies were bare and touching in a comforting embrace. You really needed this and he had sensed it. You were slowly relaxing and closed your eyes as he kept on pampering you, slowly rocking you back and forth.
"It's okay to make mistakes sometimes..." Peter kissed your temple before nuzzling his nose into the thick lock of your hair.
"Do you think Miguel will resent me?", you asked with your eyes still closed.
"Why don't you ask him directly?" He answered in a soft voice, grinning.
Miguel was standing in the door frame, looking at the two of you without saying a word. His face blushed in front of this sight. Your two bodies entangled all over the sheets with nothing hiding you. He didn't even know where to put his eyes. You opened your eyes and felt yourself getting self-conscious, since he had a direct view on your intimacy. You immediately closed your legs but Peter had other plans for the three of you tonight. He was still holding you by your waist and his other hand firmly grabbed your knee and proceed to move it, making you spread your legs.
“Miguel, I think Y/N is a little anxious you might resent her for her earlier mistake. Don’t you think you should reassure her?” His tone was clearly ridden with innuendo and teasing. On the other side, Miguel seemed like he was still in a trance or as if he just woke up. He slowly shook his head and made his way toward the bed. His hands were resting on your knees as he towered the two of you. His expression was as neutral as usual, while you could clearly feel Peter smiling on your side.
“Don’t you think there’s a way to make her feel reassured?”, asked Peter and Miguel knelt in front of you. His hands slid down your knees to your ankles that he pinned to the bed.
“I think I just know the way.”, Miguel answered in a low voice. His thumbs were drawing circles and other lazy shapes on your ankles, your calves just to ease you. He planted a kiss on one of your knees, still holding eye contact.
“What do you say, doll? Would you like Miguel to help you feel better?”
You could only nod and Peter kissed the side of your face, his beard prickling against your sensitive skin. He whispered:
“That’s a good girl.”
Miguel could only hum in agreement as his kisses trailed down the curve of your arched legs, soon reaching your thighs. Peter kept kissing you, while one of his hands rested on your chest. His free hand traveled down the curves of stomach, over the rolls of your belly until his fingertips brushed against your pubes. Miguel and him shared one knowing look while the older man’s fingers started spreading your labia, displaying your arousal to their hungry looks.
“You’re so pretty.”, Miguel whispered in an enamored voice. He had finally dropped the cold act and was living the moment. Peter could only agree with him and his fingers kept toying with your lips, making sure to simply brush against your clitoris. The small nub was growing more erect as Peter’s fingers kept circling it.
“So wet.”
“So soft.”
The two men’s voice kept you in a bubble of praise and love as they kept admiring your womanhood. Their praise words made a blushing mess out of you and it only went worse as Peter began kissing your neck. This was not the cute and quick pecks he was giving you at first but hungry, longing kisses. He dragged his lips over the curve of your neck, the goosebumps on your skin until his teeth scrap at your earlobe, gently tugging on it.
“Do you want this, baby?”, he asked and you could only breathe out a small “yes”.
Miguel’s been watching the two of you on his knees and this whole show had left him hot and bothered. As soon as you agreed on letting them touch you, he leaned closer and brought his lips to your cunt. He kisses your mound up and down, his tongue poking out between his lips just to tease your folds. What was a soft caress soon turned into a heated kiss with your dripping sex. His face delved into your folds, tongue-fucking you as moans and grunts escaped his lips. His forehead was pressed on your lower belly and his mouth grabbed your clitoris, suckling on it as if he was trying to dry it. He couldn’t help himself but to insert one of his thick fingers inside your cunt, pumping it faster and faster, filling the room with the sounds of your pleasures combined. Peter was now the one having a show given to him and he could only smile seeing how eager his lovers were. Your parted lips only made the softest moans, pleading Miguel to go faster, deeper and Miguel’s large body hunched down to crawl between your legs was a sight to see. This was the kind of sight that usually made his dick harden in a few seconds and today was no exception. You could feel his hard-on pressing against your lower back, the feeling too familiar only enhanced your wetness, which profited to Miguel. Peter laughed as you squirmed, trapped between their bodies, with Miguel’s mouth on your lips and his fingers playing with your breasts. His slender fingers tugged and pulled at your nipples, rubbed your areolas and squeezed the plump flesh of your breasts together. Your whole body was on fire as every sensitive part of you was stimulated, to a point you almost felt overwhelmed. But Peter’s wicked smile could tell you this was only the beginning. You leaned more into his embrace watching with a pleased expression on your face his fingers rolling your sensitive nipples and Miguel’s face buried between your legs. His fangs grazed over your folds and you squirmed, letting out a surprised cry. He immediately stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a concerned face.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, it’s alright Miguel.”
Peter hugged you closer and kissed the side of your face. The younger man was visibly embarrassed that his eagerness almost hurt you as he also started kissing your thighs in an apologetic way. He made sure to not hurt you while doing so, only pampering your skin with soft kisses. You couldn’t stand his disappointed expression and you began playing with his hair, twirling his curls around your fingers, gently tugging on them as he went higher on your body in an attempt to reassure him. His hands were on your side and his lips kept were now kissing your belly, making sure to not forget one inch of your tender skin. He nuzzled his face against your stomach and started breathing heavily as the scent of your skin was almost intoxicating and taking over all his heightened senses. You laughed softly when his hair brushed against you, tickling you in an unexpected way. Your laugh was everything he needed to be reassured and with a soft smile he kissed you just between your breasts.
“I’ll be more careful muñeca.”
It was Peter who proposed to switch up the position. Of course it would be him. While Miguel made sure to always be the most gentle possible, Peter was a bit more...direct. He had you laid on your back, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his hands holding your ass while his mouth hungrily sucked every ounce of fluid leaving your pussy. His tongue roamed your spongy insides, making you clench around his muscle while your clit rubbed against his nose. Spit, saliva and cyprine made your lips glossy and sticky but he didn’t seem to mind it. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating and you saw his eyes rolling back multiple times as he almost bit you.
On the other hand, Miguel was stroking your carefully, caressing your face from time to time. He was still embarrassed from what happened earlier and you could tell. But an other emotion had taken control of him. You were face to face with his erection. He was probably feeling too awkward to ask any of you for help and Peter being too absorbed into eating you out must have not noticed his discomfort. There was no way this was comfortable for him. You began to palm him through the thin fabric of his suit when you noticed a wet spot in the front of the material. Miguel immediately shivered at your touch, holding back a stifled moan.
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to be embarrassed, Miguel.” Your fingers kept palming him through his suit, even if you wanted more.
“Are you still thinking about what happened earlier?”
He nodded slowly his head, his cheeks red from embarrassment and his growing desire. His fingers were now planted into the mattress in an attempt to hold himself back, to not fall into the sheets and let you ruin him totally.
“It’s alright, Miguel. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Please, don’t be embarrassed.”
You tried to make him join you and Peter. He had the right to have fun too, to be part of this moment. And after enough pleading, Miguel’s suit finally disintegrated, revealing his toned body and an erection like you’ve never seen him before. Your fingers stroked his cock while your eyes already reveled themselves in the sight of his red and swollen tip, leaking precum onto your fist. You brought the said tip between your lips and after giving it a few light kisses, you began to gently suckle on it. Miguel immediately reacted as his claws came out, ripping the sheets underneath him. Your warm and wet lips were sucking only the tip of his cock while your fingers jerked him off, your nails scratching against his veins from time to time. He didn’t dare to make a move and could only watch you with a tender look. It was difficult for him to stand still as you played like this with one of the most sensitive spots of his body. He watched, mesmerized, your red lips and how their color matched with his swollen and red tip. One of his hands stroked your hair in a soft praise, making sure you were comfortable and enjoying this moment too.
And you did enjoy the feeling of having Miguel inside of you, whether it was between your legs or your lips. The feeling of your heats mixing together, of his warm sex swelling and growing inside of you was exhilarating. It made you feel full and satisfied as you could feel his precum slowly dripping down you tongue, leaking down you throat, filling you up slowly. Miguel always made sure you were comfortable while doing so, conscious that his size was a little more than average. That’s why he was just caressing your hair and didn’t dare to move your head, waiting for you to make the first move. Slowly, you swallowed more and more of his throbbing member between your lips, moaning loudly while doing so. He could feel the vibration of your moans around his cock and it took all his willpower to not thrust into your mouth. Some of your spit was dripping down the corners of your mouth, coating his flushed skin. His cock was resting on top of your tongue and you began to wrap your tongue around it. A loud grunt escaped Miguel’s lips and his fingers grabbed your head tighter. He was still careful to not put too much pressure on your skull but this sensation was driving him crazy. The mere sight of your body shifting on top of the sheets, squirming in order to engulf him the best way possible took the best of him.
“I’m so close...please, baby, please…”
He tried to keep his voice low and soft just like his actions. With one hand, he caressed your hair, your temple and forehead. Your lashes brushed against his fingers and he could only admire how peaceful you looked, lost in your own pleasure. He couldn't resist teasing you further by playing with your breasts.
Peter watched the two of you from the feet of the bed and he could feel his dick getting rock hard at the sight. Seeing you taking Miguel so well, his mind was overtaken with only one thought. You, wrapped around his cock while he pumped into you, almost desperately. His cock was throbbing between his legs in an almost painful fashion. The more he tasted your folds and juice, the more he dreamed of tasting them with all his body. Miguel and him exchanged one look and seeing how his lover’s cheeks had turned flushed and red, how his jaw was hanging low, he released your clitoris from between his lips with a wet ‘plop’. The nub was fully erected from his hood, all red and squishy. The cold air of the room against it made you moan, to Miguel’s delight. Peter watched the two of you while his fingers began to wrap around his erection. It was a matter of seconds before he began to thrust his cock into his fist, imagining that it was your delicious little cunt around it. His eyes caught a glimpse of Miguel’s fingers squeezing your breasts and he whined. One day, your body wouldn’t have any more secrets for him. The thought of letting his cock rest between your breasts made him move his fist faster. But there was an other place where he knew he could easily let his cock rest… for hours if he wanted to. His eyes roamed your body and finally set down on your aching sex. Your arousal was leaking down your thighs, your pubic hair were glistening under the light of the room with your cyprine and it looked like you were screaming for him. The pink shade of your lips, convulsing and twitching, evoked to him your inner walls, soft and warm, how well you would welcome him inside of you. He began to imagine your lips covered in his cum, your clitoris painfully erect as he toyed with it while stuffing you. His mind was clouded with one thing only, your cunt. How he would like to keep his dick warm between your flushed walls all night long, making you stand still on his lap while Miguel would lap at your clit. How you would look, trapped between their two bodies, his cock between your legs and Miguel’s taking you from behind. How good you would take each of his fingers, until he stretched you enough to sit on his sex for hours.
Peter moaned louder as more precum dripped from his tip, making his fingers slippery and his moves more sloppy. You finally noticed him, jerking himself off and after one look at Miguel, the young man asked if you wanted to help Peter feel better, if you would like to be a good girl for him too. You could only eagerly nod your head, spilling more saliva down Miguel’s shaft. You spread your legs for Peter and with a sigh of relied, he brought his cock toward you.
“Thanks baby. Thank you.” Peter’s breathing was heavy. He felt like he could explode any time soon. He brought the tip of his cock just against your clitoris, rubbing the mushroom-like head on your sensitive hood. You kept your legs apart as much as you could. His precum began to spill over your pubic hair and your cunt. Your grip on Miguel’s cock tightened and Miguel moaned louder.
“You want me to stuff that pretty pussy of yours?” Peter asked with a mischievous grin, his voice dropping low as he watched you rolling your hips, looking for some relief. He was slapping his tip against your clit, watching in amazement his cum spill on your stomach. All he got from you was a low moan, coming from the depth of your throat.
“That’s it, baby. You take me so well.” His tip rubbed once again on your clit before he teased your lips. His precum was wetting your folds, getting you ready to take him fully. Your sex was burning hot, almost begging for him at this point. When he finally penetrated you, Peter let out a low groan of satisfaction. You were so warm, so wet, almost like a second home. He knew he wouldn’t last long as your walls squeezed him tight. After a few energetic thrusts, Peter felt really close. He wasn’t usually this fast to end things but watching you and Miguel hit it off really turned him on and got him all riled-up. A familiar sensation washed over his body and he quickly pulled out, finishing himself with his fingers until a jet of white semen spilled over his fingers. And just like in a perfect symphony, Miguel reached his own climax. He was a little slower to pull out and some of his cum spilled on your chin. It took him some time to notice this and when he did, he quickly kissed your forehead and wiped your face clean with the sheets.
“You were amazing, Y/N.”
Peter smile as he watched Miguel holding you in his arms, rocking you back and forth in a strong embrace, just like he did earlier. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to finish cleaning up your face and your stomach. Peter’s actions were once again soft and tender as he kissed your neck. Miguel on the other side kissed your forehead and then your shoulder. You could feel their bodies encircling you in a comforting embrace as they kept kissing you. The heat in the room was slowly growing back.
“Is there anything you’d like, Y/N?” Peter asked in a whisper. “You deserve to be spoiled after what you did for Miguel and me.”
You didn’t know what to answer. So many thoughts ran through your mind and yet, all you managed to say was: “Could you please keep kissing me?”
Miguel smiled fondly at your soft voice and his mouth kept showering your skin is kisses. His kisses were slow and sensuous. His wet lips left a trail of reddish marks over your shoulders and your collarbone as he sucked on your skin. Peter’s kisses on the other hand were short and passionate. His lips planted playful pecks all along your back, following your spine down to the small of your back.
“Can I kiss you there?”, he asked in a slightly excited tone. You answered positively and his hands began to knead the flesh of your butt, jiggling your fat without any sign of discomfort. He definitely had a preference for your butt and there was nothing sexier for him than your ass bouncing, especially when you were sitting on him.
Miguel, on the other side, was busy pleasuring other parts of your body. His large hands squeezed your breasts, making sure you were agreeing to this. The sight of your chest bouncing against his rough palm always turned him on. The two men kept kissing, licking and worshiping your body, moving lower and lower. Things were escalating between the three of you. Peter began to tease your butt, dragging one finger along the curve of your bottom, watching with delight your flesh moving along his movement. He then tease your hole, dragging his fingers along it up and down, not penetrating you yet. Miguel’s fingers cupped your mound and he groaned when your wetness touched his fingers.
Each one of your lovers sit around you, their hands meeting on your sides in a heated embrace. Peter’s tongue teased your butt, licking around your hole, kissing it, letting his saliva getting you ready for more. And when you were lubricated enough, his tongue delved into your hole, not too deep yet, just enough to make you whine and whimper. You leaned forward, your body hunched under the weight of your arousal. This movement pushed your cunt further against Miguel’s face. His tongue delved between your folds and he sucked your clitoris, just like you did with his tip.
Your body writhed in ecstasy as you get more and more turned on, almost overstimulated by all this attention your were getting. Every one of your moans was like music for your lover’s ears and when your moans became louder and your voice took a higher-pitch, they knew they had you just where they wanted to.
Once you reached your orgasm, Miguel’s arms hold you close to him and he kissed your midriff in an affectionate way while Peter moved a few pillows under the bed, making a comfortable nest for the three of you. Miguel helped you lay down the bed while you caught your breath and the three of you spend the rest of the night curled up together, with your limbs intertwined tightly.
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I tried something a little different with that one, I hope you enjoyed it !
