Dating across the multiverse was always sure to be a challenge. Take balancing university, personal engagements, and hero work and multiply it by two. Yeah, it sucked sometimes. Although they talked through their dimensional watches every day, Miles Morales hadn't seen his girlfriend Gwen Stacy in over a week. He was counting. He would've seen her sooner, maybe have a coffee date between lectures, or study quietly next to each other after classes. But unfortunately, neither of them could find the time recently.
Miles lay on his bed in his parents' home during winter break, legs crossed with his arms resting behind his head. He had foregone his usual headphones and relaxed in serene silence. He thought he might die of boredom if he didn't see Gwen soon… But right on cue, the telltale signs of a portal opening above his bed emerged. He paid no mind to reality ripping before his eyes, or the various items that would fall in ungainly heaps on his floor once the portal's gravitational force dispersed. Instead, his arms opened wide to catch the figure who fell toward him.
"Oof!" Air was momentarily knocked from Miles's lungs when Gwen collided with him. His eyes blinked open to see her grinning face as she shifted to straddle his waist. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey…" Her voice lowered as she made an exaggerated, sultry expression. Miles burst out laughing.
"Hey." He returned the greeting through a chuckle. "Whatever brings you here today?"
Gwen pretended to think. "Hm. I was just in the area. Plus, there was this." She pressed some buttons on her watch and projected their chat log between them.
Great Electric Spider: Come over, my parents aren't home 👅
Gwenom: 👀👀👀
"My booty was called, so I arrived."
A wide grin stretched over Miles's face as he smacked Gwen's ass with both hands. "And here I thought you came because you missed me."
A pierced brow lifted, but her face softened. "I did miss you." She reached behind her without turning, squeezing a hand against the half-hardened bulge pressing into her through his jeans. "I see you missed me too."
"So much." He groaned out.
"Oh yeah? Show me."
Miles's eyes hardened as Gwen peeled off the sweater she wore over a cropped graphic tee. She pulled off her matching sneakers and flung them across the room. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as Gwen slowly lifted her shirt off. She paused for a second to watch his face before she easily removed the material.
Miles whistled. Her pale, perky boobs bounced out of their containment and squeezed together as Gwen brought her forearms inward. He reached to give her rosy nipples a quick pinch when she leaned out of his reach. She gave him a pointed look as she covered her breasts with her hands. "You next."
Miles blinked and hiked the hem of his loose sports jersey to reveal his sculpted abdomen to her. "Like what you see?"
Gwen licked her lips. "A lot." She folded forward to trace the indents of his abs with her tongue. His skin was salty and she lapped the taste like it was the only flavor she craved in her life.
Miles squirmed against her wandering lips before slipping his hands beneath her arms and laying her over him. His lips slotted with hers as he kissed her softly. Gwen melted into the kiss, closing her eyes to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands rested against the small of her lower back when a dark hand glided to squeeze a plump ass cheek. Their foreheads pressed together as their tongues rolled along each other. Miles's tongue dominated hers and he began exploring her mouth as he tasted the mint toothpaste she used earlier.
Gwen moaned into the deepening kiss and gave him a quick peck and moved away. Miles placed a hand under his curls as he observed Gwen undoing his belt. He lifted his hips to help her slide the pants and boxers underneath off in one swift motion. She tossed them away and sighed as she took in his exposed dick. "I've been missing this all week." Miles sat up on the edge of the bed and opened his legs. Gwen crouched in front of him and went down on him. He fisted a handful of her hair as she hollowed her cheeks around his cock.
By now, she had a pretty good idea of what he liked best. Miles went crazy whenever she swirled her tongue over his slit and lightly scraped her teeth over his upper length. Sure enough, Miles panted and gripped her hair tighter to ground himself so he wouldn't buck his entire girth into her puffy lips. Gwen moaned against the pain in her scalp and stripped the rest of her outfit off without stopping her ministrations.
Gwen trailed her hand between her legs as she rubbed firm circles into her throbbing clit. As much as she loved pleasuring Miles, she wanted some for herself. Her fingers brushed lower over her wet cunt, her middle finger slowly slid into her needy hole. She pushed the digit in and out slowly, feeling the way her walls greeted the new arrival. Miles was in a daze while he watched Gwen slide an additional finger inside herself. His penis escaped her mouth as she braced a hand on the floor. The new angle allowed Miles to admire her body fully. His dick felt so hard it might explode. He cranked his dick as Gwen whimpered and picked up speed. Her motions made a squelching noise as her hand slapped against her heat. Pressure bloomed in Miles's stomach.
"Oh fuck, Gwen you're so hot."
Gwen peered at him through hazy eyes when she suddenly threw her head back. Her legs trembled close as shockwaves rippled through her. "Oh fuck." She cried out and pulled her fingers out of her at the same time a glush of fluid burst from her. Gwen fell onto her butt as she panted through the orgasm, the scent of her sex permeating the space.
"That was so good baby." Miles praised, his movements slowing to prevent his own collapse too quickly. Gwen glanced at the slickness on her hand and slunk toward him. Miles opened his mouth as she brought her wet fingers to it. His head dipped along the length of her fingers as he sucked the sweet fluids off her.
"You like that Miles?" She cooed. Miles hummed and released her fingers before placing his glossy lips to them.
"More than anything. Baby, let me fuck you."
Gwen smiled and swirled a finger around his tip. "Of course. Let me get you ready."
She sat on her knees and began blowing him again. All was well until Miles's wrist vibrated. He groaned. His watch was receiving an incoming alert, but he didn't bother answering it. Not when Gwen raked a hand under his shirt, dragging her nails down as she went. If whoever was calling him needed him urgently, they'd call in again. He'd just turn it off…
"Shit!" He hissed as Miguel's face layered over Gwen's surprised one.
"Hello, Miles. I wanted to remind you of the meeting regarding the recent uptick in anomalies appearing in—"
Gwen's eyes bugged out of her head as she scooted backwards. "What the fuck are you doing?!" She mouthed while gesturing wildly at her boyfriend. Miles shrugged helplessly at her through Miguel. He just wanted to dismiss the call. Not… this. Miguel's brows furrowed as Miles stared at him like he'd seen a ghost.
"I feel like I might regret asking this… but are you alright, Miles?"
Miles blinked. Oh yeah. Miguel. He was here. Shit.
"Oh, Yeah! I'm just… getting my stretches in!" He flexed an arm in front of his watch and laughed loudly. "But uh, yeah. The meeting! I remember the meeting! About anomalies and…"
"...the recent uptick of them in sectors 616-15—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That. When was that again?"
Miguel muttered what suspiciously sounded like a very unkind swear under his breath. Maybe his mom was right about him needing to relearn Spanish. "Today, Miles. The meeting starts in ten minutes."
"Ah. Right." He gave a crooked smile. Gwen facepalmed. He shifted his arm just enough to catch her eyes. The boy glanced down at his neglected penis and back at her with a raised eyebrow. She followed his gaze and deadpanned.
"Miles, have you lost your mind? He'll see me if I start sucking your dick right now."
"Come onn. I'm gonna tell him I'll be at the meeting, he'll threaten me not to be late, and he'll disconnect."
He quietly shifted his hips. Blue eyes instinctively traced the movement of his erect dick waving at her invitingly. It was long and girthy and with a sheen of precum decorating its cap. He was so wet and ready for her. A pale hand slinked down to prod her own leaking pussy. Miles watched with a hopeful expression. She sighed and bit her lip. It would be a shame for her to not get what she came for after coming all this way, right?
"Fine." She whispered. "Just make sure to hide me."
Miles spread his legs as Gwen crawled between them. Miles gently smoothed the crown of her head as she moved along his length. She stroked him with a fist, licking and nibbling the skin as she went. Fuck, she really was amazing in every way.
"Thanks for the reminder, Miguel. I'll be there."
The man gave a curt nod and went to end the projection when he paused. There was a strange blob at the bottom of the screen. "What is that?" Miguel pointed down. Miles looked down. Oh no!
In a panic, Miles pushed Gwen's head down further out of Miguel's field of view. "Just some dust! I've been meaning to clean up a bit." He laughed awkwardly.
Gwen braced her arms beside his legs as she was suddenly deepthroating his large member. Tears filled her eyes as she gagged and involuntarily pushed herself up off of it. A shudder rippled through Miles as he summoned every bit of strength to stop himself from moaning or spilling inside Gwen's mouth right then and there. Note to self: broach the subject of practicing throat fucking his girl after this. Assuming she didn't kill him first. He shot the blonde a quick apologetic look as she sat back between her legs, trying (and failing) not to cough.
"Miles, what are you doing? What's that sound in the background and that look on your face?"
Miles's eyes were transfixed on the sight of saliva pooling out of her mouth as she tried clearing her throat. Despite her liberation from his cock, Gwen could still feel the sting where he accidentally speared her. It was fucking painful. But also kind of hot. She wasn't sure what that said about her, but she could unpack that later. Hot drool leaked from the corners of her mouth and slid down her sweat-slicked breasts and abdomen. Miles's dick twitched. Fuck. Their reunion might end quicker than either of them expected.
"Miles?" Miguel's annoyed voice brought him back.
"U-uh. Sorry. I'm, um… Sick." He politely coughed into a fist three times.
A dark holographic brow lifted as the man regarded the boy skeptically. "Sick?"
Miles gave another earnest cough as he stole a moment to compose himself. "Just a sore throat, but, uh, I'm good to swing by HQ."
Miguel hummed boredly. "Good. I see Gwen's watch coordinates are located near yours. Make sure she comes to the meeting as well." Miles glanced over to Gwen, who was giving him a dirty look. Yikes, he was really going to have to make it up to her. Probably with ice cream. Ice cream always helped to cool down after sex. And would probably soothe her throat. He gave Miguel a mock salute.
"You can trust us, Sir, Miguel, Si—Ah!"
Miles's eyes widened as Gwen fluttered her lashes up at him. She was back to giving him head, and held half of him in her mouth. She slowly moved her tongue along his shaft, tracing its bulging veins and eliciting a small whimper from her partner before he could suppress it. What the fuck was she…? Gwen released his dick from her mouth with an audible pop without breaking eye contact and went back down on him. Oh… Oh that little… Miles didn't know what expression he was wearing, or where his hands were hovering. Luckily, Miguel didn't know either.
Miguel blinked at the wall behind Miles. He wasn't sure what was going on between the young heroes, but quite frankly, he didn't care to know. "Just get your asses to the meeting in five." He shook his head and closed the channel.
The room was silent when Miguel finally left. Gwen moved off him and Miles blankly stared at her for several seconds.
"..."
"..."
A traitorous grin pulled at the side of his face. "Oh, you are evil."
"What do you mean?" Gwen's head innocently tilted to the side. Without answering, Miles abruptly pulled Gwen into his embrace, taking her down with him as he fell back onto the bed. A yelp escaped her before she rested a cheek against his chest and snickered. Miles was suspiciously quiet. Curious, she tried to get a glimpse of his face. She jerked when a hand roughly smacked her ass.
"You."
Slap
"Were trying."
Slap
"To get me caught."
She grabbed his hand before it made contact with her reddened backside again. She huffed a laugh.
"You deserved it!"
Miles used her grip on him to switch their positions. Gwen stared up at him in surprise as he discarded his shirt and lined his erection at her entrance. He shook his head, but he was openly smiling now.
"I think I gotta get revenge for that stunt of yours."
"But what about the meeting?" She asked, suppressing her giggles. Mostly. She couldn't hold herself back when Miles gave her a look.
"Yeah, yeah, because we're both thinking about that right now. Besides, your punishment will be fast and swift."
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Then fuck me already."
Without any more preamble, Miles held her legs open and thrust into her in one motion.
"Miles!" She rasped, but he was already snapping his hips into her before she could adjust. It had been a little while since they last had sex and she was still a bit sensitive from her earlier climax. Her hands dug into his hips as he buried himself to the hilt before withdrawing almost completely in quick succession. He leaned toward her to press a slow kiss to her throat before moving toward her ear. His breath was hot against her flushed skin as his voice deepened.
"You love the way I'm using your tight pussy, don't you?"
Gwen responded with a loud mewl as she wrapped her arms across his back so she could feel his wet skin against hers. She could barely hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. She was hot and overstimulated in the best way possible. Miles was one of the sweetest people she knew, but when they were having sex all bets were off. She wasn't sure if his dirty talk was a product of his inhibitions loosening or because of the effect they had on her, but she wasn't complaining either way.
"Ugh! Yes, I love your fat cock so much! Miles please…" Miles hooked his arms underneath her legs to lift her hips off the bed. Her legs dangled over his shoulders as he tapped into his enhanced reflexes to drive into her faster. He was hitting her g-spot over and over like he was trying to curve a space into her. One that she wouldn't let anyone but him fill. Her head clouded as her back arched above the bed.
She knew words were pouring out of her mouth, but she barely registered them as her body rocked against him. She was so impossibly close. And based on Miles's own groans and the way his penis swelled against her inner walls, she knew he was too. She moaned as she rubbed at her clit violently.
"Fuck, Miles! Come in me! Fill me up with your come so it leaks out of me during the meeting!"
Miles loved the filthy things that Gwen mindlessly rambled when he pounded into her. He was used to his normally pragmatic and composed girlfriend. Not the version of her that only he could fuck out her. It brought him a special sort of satisfaction knowing he was the only person alive who could draw out this side of Spider-Woman. He was a considerate partner, so it would be rude to ignore his girlfriend's earnest request.
Their bodies slammed together as Gwen met his thrusts with her own. Miles had to ground his knees into the mattress to keep his balance. He wasn't sure if his bedframe could withstand the impact of their movements, but it would have to for the next few seconds. She was definitely going to have bruises on her hips by the next day where he'd been holding her steady. But all either person could care about was just… how… close…
With a roar, Miles buried himself into Gwen's heat one final time and released the tension that had built in his stomach. Gwen cried out when hot come filled her to the brim at the same time fire shot across her body.
"MILES!"
"GWEN!"
Their names were pulled out from each other as both their bodies tensed. Miles landed back on his elbows. His head rolled back as his tender dick popped out of her folds. Gwen's legs shook as she rode out her lingering high. Through the stars dancing in his vision, Miles numbly watched his come slide out of her swollen cunt and drip onto his sheets. Tranquility filled the room as it was filled with the sound of their labored breathing.
Gwen rested a hand on her stomach and sighed as Miles got off the bed and rummaged through a drawer. He tossed a look at her over his shoulder. "Still feeling up for going to the meeting with my come in you?"
She cringed at the ceiling, face growing warm as her earlier words replayed in her head. "Hell no. As kinky as that was, I'm not sitting in a room with other spider people feeling sticky and gross. I need to pee."
Miles chuckled, already walking back towards the bed with a towel to clean her up. After he was done, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "Shower, ice cream, and meeting?"
Gwen stroked a finger along his jaw and gave him a sleepy smile. "Mhm. You're the best."
Mission cleared successfully. As for the next…
"Do you two understand what five minutes mean?"
Miles and Gwen's hands froze on the seats they discreetly pulled out of the conference table. On the opposite end of the oval-shaped furniture, Miguel regarded the young adults with barely controlled impatience. The light from the massive holographic display of graphs and three-dimensional maps behind him outlined his rigid posture, making his red eyes seem even brighter.
Shit.
All heads turned to them, as Miguel's grip on his pointer tightened. It looked like it might snap.
"'Five minutes' mean you should already be in your seats. Not show up halfway through the briefing." The couple exchanged guilty expressions as they took their seats. Miles barely suppressed a shudder.
"Sorry, something came up—Hey!" Miles started weakly before Gwen elbowed him in the ribs. He rubbed the affected side while Gwen rubbed a glove hand down her face.
"We apologize Miguel. There was a situation in Earth-1610 that we needed to give our undivided attention to. The matter was settled and we came for the debrief as soon as we could." How she said that with a straight face was beyond him. Miles stopped watching her to inspect the room. His eyes landed on Peter B. and Pavitr's from the other end of the table. Peter's brow was raised at him while Pav smiled knowingly at the pair. Miles felt sweat build on his forehead. He quickly tore his gaze away.
Miguel mumbled a few choice words as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know what? I do not need additional details. What you two do in your personal lives are none of my concern. Do not be late to and disrupt any further conferences."
Miles bobbed his head eagerly while Gwen gave a single nod.
Miguel exhaled through his nose and turned back to the display behind him, trying to recall where he left off. He wondered if it was worth drafting an incident report for the dereliction of duty… Probably not. Some things were better left uncovered. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before turning to regard the room again. Spider Society did not save the Multiverse for him to be forced to deal with this shit.