To keep you- Miguel O'Hara/Peter B Parker

A whole new level

⚠️ANOTHER SPICY YUM YUM CHAPTER⚠️

please indulge as you wish! Enjoy!

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Peter came back moments later with Olive oil in hand, and a cheeky smile smudged across his lips. Miguel opened his mouth to speak but Peter beat him to it.

"Don't worry, it's safe." Peter said, climbing into bed beside Miguel. "I hope you don't value these bed sheets because after tonight there is going to be no good, baby." Peter kissed Miguel's forehead while he poured some of the olive oil onto his hands. He hummed as he readjusted himself to be opposite of Miguel. He used his elbows to push Miguel's legs open.

"Perfect." Peter muttered to himself.

He laced his fingers around Miguel's cock and gently stroked it. Peter watched Miguel's chest, every heavy breath.

"If you want to say something, say it darling."

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Please, just hurry up." Miguel grunted as Peter continued to fiddle with his dick.

"Ok sweetie. You've been waiting so patiently." Peter let go of Miguel's cock and grabbed the olive oil for a second time. This time, he poured a generous amount all over Miguel's front. Miguel blushed and squirmed softly. Peter massaged the oil into all parts of Miguel's chest, spending extra time around his breast. Quiet cries left Miguel's lips.

"Good boy." Peter smiled.

He then brought a hand down to rest on the inside of Miguel's thigh, pushing it outward again. His other hand went to Miguel's mouth.

"Open wide." He growled thumb dancing at Miguel's plush lips.

Miguel was hesitant at first, but then tenderly opened his jaw revealing the fangs that rest inside.

"Glorious." Peter whispered, sticking his hand inside while Miguel made a point of rolling his eyes. "Oh the sass!" Peter chuckled.

Peter's fingers, specifically his middle and his ring, traveled around all corners of Miguel's mouth. He then decided to test something out. Peter shoved his fingers down his throat and Miguel gagged deeply. He then did it slowly, this time testing just how far he could get them before Miguel choked on them. It was a while before Miguel made any indication that it was too much. That was until he shot a hand to Peter's wrist and looked at him through his brow. He shook his head, shaking Peters hand with him.

"Oh come on. Fine." Peter pulled his fingers out and Miguel coughed.

"I wasn't done with your mouth though. Open." Peter commanded.

Miguel did as he was told and Peter slipped his fingers in again.

"Lick them." Peter instructed.

Miguel did as he was told and Peter pulled them out with a crisp pop.

"Good." Peter said, wiping his fingers across Miguel's face.

"Wait, but I thought you were going to use the spit." Miguel looked at him, confused.

"I was thinking about it, but it's not all that safe. But I still wanted to put my fingers in your mouth so," Peter shrugged.

Peter then took Miguel by his hips and turned him over onto his stomach. Peter marveled at the sight of Miguel's back and behind. Peter ran a finger down Miguel's spine all the way down.

"Aw, you have ass dimples." Peter laughed.

"Yeah, they run in the family. And you can call them dimples of Venus, not ass dimples." Miguel muttered into the pillow.

"Whatever, same thing." Peter said, smacking Miguel's ass.

Peter slid a dry finger over Miguel's entrance before grabbing the olive oil once again and tipping it over Miguel's ass. Miguel's claws dug into the sheets at the feeling of the lukewarm liquid drenching his lower back and ass.

Miguel then felt two of Peters fingers over his entry before Peter began to slowly press one in. Miguel let out a lofty whine.

"Oh yeah, you're not used to this, are you?" Peter pouted.

Miguel just wriggled slightly in response, he was at a loss for words and he wasn't in much of a position to say much at all anyways.

Peter continued to slide his finger in and out a few times before another one joined it. Miguel's claws came unsheathed once again and there was the sound of tearing in the sheets below him.

"I'll be as gentle as I can." Peter talked down to Miguel, before scissoring his fingers in Miguel's hole.

"Ahh," Miguel moaned against the pillow in front of him.

"I think you're ready." Peter said, pulling his fingers from Miguel.

Miguel turned his head so that he could just barely see Peter from where he sat perched between his legs. Peter blew a kiss to him before Miguel felt two hands cup his hips again and hoist them upwards onto Peter.

Peter slowly lowered Miguel onto his seething dick, adoring the way Miguel's tight hole wrapped around it.

"Holy fuck." Peter heard Miguel whimper to himself.

Peter rubbed his hands against Miguel's side in false reassurance before lifting Miguel's hips and guiding him on what to do. Miguel groaned every time Peter would lower him farther and farther down onto his cock. The two began to pick up speed and it got to a point where Miguel seemed to know what to do. Peter kept a firm grip on either side of Miguel and pressed him into his cock more and more until Miguel was crying for Peter to stop.

"I'll let up, but only a little." Peter bent down and kissed Miguel's lower back, his dimples of Venus (or as Peter sees them, his butt dimples) to be exact.

The two were going at a steady pace and Peter could feel his own dick from inside Miguel on his knee.

"Mierda, Peter. I'm going to-"

"Shh, that's fine. Just hold it for a moment longer."

Miguel sobbed, but stayed obedient. It didn't take long before Peter too was about to come. He quickly pulled out, unsure of what Miguel would prefer and figured then was not a good time to ask.

The two of them were a mess, along with the bedsheets. Covered in olive oil, sweat, and now cum, they lay next to each other breathing deeply.

"How about we get all cleaned up?" Peter suggested to the now completely exhausted Miguel who just looked at the blonde through half open eyes, with mouth cracked open slightly to take in more air.

After the lovers had gotten into new clothes and had successfully showered, they rested tangled in each other's arms. Peter had one tucked under Miguel's head, acting as a pillow while both of Miguel's were wrapped around Peter's waist. Miguel's head was nestled snugly against Peters chest leaving peter with only the view of Miguel's soft deep brown hair.

Peter smiled at him. Miguel was perfect. He knew what he wanted to ask.

"Miguel?" Peter said faintly.

Miguel popped his face up from where it was buried to look at Peter with big eyes.

"mm?"

"I know this is kind of soon, and I'd totally understand if you said no but, I really do feel like you are one meant for me and I really want to spend all of my time with you for good." Peter paused, taking a deep breath.

"Miguel O'Hara, will you marry me?"

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EHEHEHE I can't wait for the next few chapters is all I'm going to say. 

Cya soon!