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"C/s : colour of yo spidey suit 🫶"
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You were with some of the other spider men and women as everyone was crowded around Miguel.
"Alright- alright!"
A Sudden vibration in the room stopped everyone to stop shouting questions - Miguel stood frustrated with a headache making a low growl to himself.
Everyone knew it was the queue to leave the main building alone.
"You. With the c/s" He spoke
Some people slowed down making worried faces toward you as you were randomly chosen by the leader of this large group you had joined, but they left anyway not being able to stop what was to happen if they spoke up.
"Uhh.. yeh?.." you spoke in a confused-fearful voice to the man who stood above you. That vibration really threw you off when it happened and now that you realised - there was still a small one radiating around the room.
The tan man opened his eyes lazily toward you as you approached him, those dull hazel red eyes may of been tired but they still had a menacing glare threatening you if you were to do any wrong move.
"You gotta name.. I know it.." his head tilted trying to process whatever your name to be as you made your way just about meter in front of him. "Well duh- yeh it's-" before you could finish you paused as his eyes flared up and he licked around his teeth with his mouth closed. "Duh?" He chucked lowly, "well, who might you be to duh me? Hm. I know your name.
You've been quite the talk now you've joined."
You awkwardly looked around everywhere but him as you most likely angered him in some form of way.
"Take the mask of boy."
"I um" you looked back up to him and saw he was slightly closer to you. (Well shit) you thought slightly heating up under the coloured mask you wore. You never thought you'd even be in the same room as this man let alone a mere few inches in front of him demanding he see your face - fuck if you lose this gig already-.
"Hey! You hear me in there?" The room vibrated slightly again as his voice rose and you quickly grabbed the top of your head to remove your mask.
He stilled. you could swear his body went weak for a split second as his eyes widened, but his body then quickly snapped to its Original broad stance.
He leaned even closer making the space between you both short, you could feel his soft warm breath against your face. He was maybe a few inches taller than you, so you had to slightly tilt your head to meet his gaze. He opened his mouth but before he could speak there was another vibration which was even more fearful than the others. You looked around confused on what it was but then met Miguel again who was now panting with his eyebrows furrowed. His body was shaking vaguely almost as if he could barley keep himself up. You quickly grabbed onto him just before his body fully gave out.
"Fuck." Was the only word you could hear come out of a bunch of random mumbles he slurred at you, right now you didn't care if he was your superior - he would have to just make do with not being in control for once in his life.
You reached to swing up to the top floor which held his bedroom space, and as you reached the top you started to walk to the bed but felt a deathly glare on you. You felt very uneasy and before you could look to Miguel to see if he could feel it as-well you were met with a mighty mouth of fangs about to bite into you.
"W-what the fuck?!" You yelled as Miguel quickly scattered across the room as you flung him with as much force as you possible could. His glare followed you around the room as you slowly moved away from him. At this time you realised you could feel those vibrations again, they were not as dangerous anymore though. More like soft rumbles - but they were continuous.
Miguel quickly fumbled backward to a corner and hid himself behind something, it wasn't very helpful as of the big bright suit he was wearing.
He clawed at his wall and hair with those nightly gallons creating scratches on his wall which seemed very common in this room. You felt a slight pity for the man for whatever reasons he was acting like this.
You slowly approached him and knelt before him, his body tensed and he glared at you again which made the vibrations slightly more vicious.
They were coming from him?...
His fangs threatened through the side of his lips as his stare fumbled from you and around the room. You gently raised a hand toward his head - he opened his mouth venomously which made you think but it didn't stop you from quickly placing your hand just on his head of dark locks.
As your hand rested upon him you could feel those vibrations coursing through you as the growls of the man under you purred around the room.
His fangs still showing as he looked at you but his mouth wasn't as bare and sharp. It was relaxed.
As well as those eyes that once gave you the stare of death himself.
They softened in confusion and comfort.
You looked at him with a relaxed gaze as you started to slowly pet his hair and slowly scraping around the hair above his ear. His mouth twitched and eyes struggled to stay open at the feeling you gave him. You finally realised something.
Your dog would act like this during her heat, being aggressive toward sudden movements but only needing some form of attention and to feel safe, but how would this work with people? Do spiders have heat? I mean he's a dude so how does that work anyway. You don't have anything like this, but then again he is very different to most of you.
Much older, and has different abilities and features such as the fangs.
As you processed this confusion you completely forgot about your surroundings when suddenly a weight pushed you to the wooden floor. The dark corner barley showed the outline of the man who was now on top you. And sat on you-?
Your body peaked in interest at the sudden weight against your crotch.
You attempted to raise yourself up but only succeeded by grinding your lower half against a very daunted Miguel eyeing you.
You muffled a low Moan by biting your lip. "Miguel, I uh- I'm not sure if your a little sick or something but could you get of me please?"
You gained nothing in answer other than a grunt from the man on top of you.
You breathed for a moment thinking of options, nothing.
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You lay there for about another minute until finally movement but not the kind you wished for. Miguel leant himself to face you, still sat on your lower half.
His body shifted against your lower half as he started to grind for a few seconds.
"A-ahh what the fuck Miguel.." you whined at the sudden tension on your now half hard cock. Miguel only chuckled and continued grinding as his eyes lingered your face.
You could only look to the side with your eyes fluttering open and closed. Dumb idea.
You felt Miguel's chest lean further onto you and breath hover against your exposed nape. (Shit.)
The grinding paused as a quick open mouth noise arose from Miguel. A hot heavy breath hit you neck before a snap of bare sharp teeth grazed against you.
Your body stilled once more as the grinding started again, the daggers at your neck threatening to stab each time he moved. His warm breathing moistened against that spot and the touch of the tip of his tongue lingered every so often making your body shiver at the heat.
After a few more seconds your body gave up on you as your eyes squeezed shut and your lower body thrust back to the grinding. Not even a heart beat later - bite.
You pulled your head back and bit your lip as a heavy moan mixed with a whine escaped. Your eyes tightened and tears pinched at your eyeelashes from the movements when his teeth moved further into your neck as you both grinded against one another. Blood trickled down piercing the floor in crimson. Miguel purred into the bite as his tongue flicked against the blood pouring into his mouth. The vibrations coursed around your body and you moaned once again.
The room was just filled with the noises of heavy breathes and fabric rubbing against fabric. The occasional moan or rumble escaped either one of you.
The rhythm kept at the same pace.
However the daggers let go of their prey after many moments. A softer wet one met with the wound now seeping at your neck, it licked up against the wound gently tasting but also healing as much as it could.
You winced ever so slightly as the teeth grazed around your jaw as he cleaned you up. The grinding was slower now, it was more just the occasional dry hump from Miguel.
He paused from cleaning and looked down towards your crotches.
He then looked at you.
Your face was a soft dark red of blush and slightly stained with a few drops of blood.
Miguel was covered in it from his lip to his chin, even his neck had a few speckles.
He licked against his bottom lip collecting any droplets left and did one last grind against your covered cock. His body vibrated against you as he reached his climax. He purred against you as his suits lower half filthed up with cum, leaving a dull wet stain.
You were leaking with pre-cum and close aswel but didn't exactly know what to do at that moment.
Miguel looked down after he finished and noticed you were still in need.
He seemed to still be in this heat trance so he nudged himself up and started to claw against his suit. You gave him a puzzled look as he mostly clawed his lower half of the suit revealing his limp wet member and ass. You looked at it with a small delight but quickly looked back at Miguel.
"Come here" he said in a low voice. Shit. So he wasn't in this trance anymore, but what the hell was he doing.
You obeyed and stood up and walked over to him as he leant himself against the wall. your buldge pulsed against your tight suit as Miguel's member started to twitch once again.
His stare lingered against you as he contemplated what he was about to do.
He inhaled then exhaled as his body shivered at the sudden coldness that what hitting his lower half. "Dont think you have anything above me after this."
"What do you mean?" You mumbled
Before you had time to think he pulled you toward him, clawed at your lower half and removed some of your lower suit revealing your rock hard member.
"I trust you." Is all he said before he grasped his arms around you and lifted a leg onto your hip exposing his hole.
Your eyes widened at this exposure, Miguel O'Hara. The most stubborn, powerful Spider-Man know to earth was submitting himself like nothing.
His fangs bared again threatening for you to do something.
"Fuck."
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P2 will be named "claw my back out"