sexual release - spideychelle smut
Michelle and Peter haven’t seen each other in a few weeks. They decide to go out on a date to the theater and possibly release some sexual frustrations.
Michelle could count on one hand how many times she’s been on a date with Peter, a total of three. She wasn’t sure if the third should even be considered a date, since he whisked off into the air ten minutes after arriving, promising to make it up to her.
The thing was, she didn’t mind not going on those fancy dates. Just being able to spend quality time with him snuggled up with each other as Michelle teased him about how good looking a good majority of the Avengers were, especially Natasha and watching him whine about how he was the cutest. But no matter how much she tried convincing him of that, he refused to settle for it.
Which is what lead them here, standing in front of a movie theater, Michelle grilling him for forcing her to even come here. “We could’ve just watched a movie at your place.” She groaned, crossing her arms over her chest as a cold breeze hit her. Peter noticed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Even though he was a tad bit shorter, he loved the height difference. He brung her back until there wasn’t any space between them, laying his head against her.
“Michelle, I promised i’d make it up to you, this is me doing that.” He mumbled into her shoulder, Michelle shivering from the vibration. She squeezed her eyes shut, tilting her head back against his. Even though she’d rather go home and find a rerun, she loved that he wanted to do little things like this when he had time, which was rarely. His time is always spent saving the world or working in the stark tower for hours on end. They’d go days without seeing one another but Michelle understood. It was time for her to push her pessimistic attitude aside and enjoy this moment with him. “Fine, let’s go.” Unraveling his hands from around her, he walked beside her towards the theater, his warm hands intertwining with her cold ones.
One they reached the ticket booth, there were two couples and a group of teenage boys ahead of them. They decided to use this short period to choose a movie. Peter scanned his options, skipping over horror movies but Michelle seemed to be doing the opposite, finding which horror movie was the best choice.
“Let’s watch Rings.” She suggested, a smile etching on her lips as she side eyed him. Michelle knew that he wouldn’t dare to pick a horror movie, which is partly why she chose it and also because all the others were less appealing.
Peter snapped his head in her direction, “What? No way!” He exclaimed, shaking his head.
“Peter, we’re watching it.” Peter groaned, letting it go. He knew he couldn’t win. Michelle was never one to give up.
The line moved up quickly and before they knew it they had retrieved their tickets and went to go claim their seats in the back of the theater. Once they were seated and comfortable, the previews started. There were about thirty people in total spread around. Their row and the one ahead of them had been empty and Michelle couldn’t be happier. She hated being bunched up with lots of people.
“I can’t believe you forced me to watch this.” Peter whined in a low voice. “Peter we could always see another movie.” Peter stood up quick, preparing to grab their belongings. When Michelle didn’t move an inch, he tilted his head in her direction, “You weren’t serious, were you?” He asked, pouting. Shaking her head, she pulled him down into his seat. “Should I at least go get snacks?” He would try anything to get out of here but Michelle wasn’t having it.
Grabbing her bag from the seat beside her, she placed the leather material in his hands. “Open.” She demanded, eyes focused on the screen ahead. Peter obeyed, opening the bag to find all his favorite snack inside the medium sized purse. “I thought the theaters didn’t let you bring your own snacks?” He questioned.
“They don’t but i’d be damned if either of use spent a shit load of money on two items when we could spend the same thing at the deli and get way more.” Peter smiled, returning the bag to the seat, before sitting back and laying his head on her shoulder. “You’re so smart.” He whispered as the movie began. “I know.”
Twenty minutes. That’s approximately how long it took before Peter started shielding his eyes behind her shoulder. Michelle tried to refrain from laughing. “Peter, calm down.” She tells him in a gentle voice. “No.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist. For someone who fought creatures from different planets and battled people with unbelievable abilities, she couldn’t understand how he’d be afraid of horror movies when they were far from real.
Her attention returned to the movie. Peter stood in the position for a good five minutes before he peeked over her shoulder to see what was happening now. He may have been frightened but he’d grown oddly curious in what direction this movie would take. From the horror movies he’s been forced to watch with Michelle throughout the years, they seemed to all end the same way.
The savior decides to take it upon themselves and get rid of the killer once and for all. They believe they succeed until a short time later, they realize they never did. The spirit or whatever would plant themselves into someone else and kill the savior. The same thing in all horror movies and it was becoming tiresome. But he couldn’t talk much considering he was still scared of them regardless if he knew how it would potentially end.
“But i’m scared…”
“Well let me sit on you.”
“Wait, what?” Peter sat up, staring at her with wide eyes. “I’ll be comfortable and you’ll be shielded from the screen.” She explained before settling into his lap. She slouched down a tad bit, dangling her feet across the empty seats ahead of them. Peter held in his breath as she rubbed against him in the process.
Leaning her ahead against his shoulder, she tilted her head upwards toward him. “Comfortable?” She whispered. Peter couldn’t mutter out a word, he just nodded, staring down at the armrest. Michelle looked at him weirdly before turning back to the movie, covering herself with his sweater. Peter was unable to focus on anything but Michelle’s bottom against him. Even when he tried focusing on different things, his mind continued imagining her grinding against him. What was wrong with him? Michelle sat on his lap countless times before, what was the difference now?
Peter thought back to the past few weeks. They’ve seen each other twice and even during those two times of spending time together, it didn’t make enough time for them to catch up or satisfy their sexual needs as they would usually do.
That’s when it hit him. He was sexually frustrated. Masturbating hadn’t been doing a great job at craving his needs. He needed her, to be with her, to be inside of her. Michelle moved her hips against him to readjust once more, and Peter wanted to vanish in that moment. His member decided it wanted to react in that moment, growing hard. He prayed to all things holy that she didn’t notice.
Luck was not on his side because Michelle had indeed felt his bulge pressing against her. She tilted her head in his direction, trying her best to suppress a laugh that was demanding a release “Peter, seriously?” Peter looked at her nervously, “I- i’m sorry, I can’t help it!” His voice came out childlike and it was making it harder and harder for Michelle not to laugh at his current situation.
“Calm him down.”
“And why not?”
“Not with you sitting on me like that.”
“So, what i’m hearing is, i’m the problem?”
Michelle was well aware of what Peter had been going through, she’s been dealing with the same thing, except for the bulging penis of course. She just couldn’t help but find the situation to be amusing.
“What? Mj, of course not.” His hand rubbed his face, laying his head back against the seat, “I just… we haven’t had sex in a long time and it’s getting to me ya know? I’m not blaming you, I know i’ve been incredibly busy with work and being Spider-man… Michelle, i’m just sexually frustrated..” He spoke fast and low, Michelle was even surprised she’d heard a word he said.
Moving her head towards his, she pressed her lips against his jaw, smirking. “Well, let’s have sex.”
“You can’t be serious?” He questions. Michelle planted gentle kisses along his jawline. “Oh but I am. Live a little.” Even though the idea was insane, he found her offer hard to resist, especially with her kissing on him the way she was currently doing. Her lips traveled down his neck, pressing kisses against it before she located his sweet spot and began sucking on it.
“M- michelle.” He moaned out. “Let’s go find somewhere more private..” Michelle didn’t waste time. Grabbing her bag and sweater, she and Peter quickly rushed out the theater. When they stepped into the hall, it was completely empty. Peter looked around for a good private area when he noticed the supply closet reserved only for employees.
Peter, not caring much at the moment, lead Michelle into the closet, locking it behind him. When he turned around, her belongings were dropped on the floor. She stared at him with a lustful look in her eyes, tempting him more to rip her clothes apart and fuck her senseless but today, he wanted to take it slow. He wanted to make this a moment she’d never forget.
Before she could blink, Peter had her back pressed against the wall, hands on either side of her head. He scanned her from bottom to top before his eyes flicked up to hers. A smirk played on his lips, affecting her in ways she didn’t know possible. Her legs clenched tightly as a tingling sensation traveled throughout her. Peter noticed this and took this as his cue. He began placing delicately sweet kisses on her neck, making his way down further.
Michelle gasped as one of his hands grasped her breast, massaging it gently. Using his other hand, he unbuttoned her shirt, not daring to detach his lips from her skin. Once each button had been undone, he swiftly removed her breast from the black laced bra.
Not waiting a second, his tongue worked it’s way around her nipple. First he flicked it a few times before sucking on it as his tongue traced circles around it. Michelle moaned in pleasure, hands clenching.
Peter continued the process for a few more seconds before he moved down completely, positioning himself on his knees. He kissed along her waistline, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down at the same time. Michelle helped, pulling her long legs out the black jeans.
When they were completely off, Peter tossed them to the side. “Spread your legs.” Michelle didn’t hesitate, instantly separating her legs from each other.
His hands trailed from her waist down to her thighs. The tingling sensation returned once more but when she went to clench her thighs together, Peter quickly halted her movements. “Peter.” She whined, which is something she’s never done.
Michelle wasn’t a whiny person, she’s the person that causes it. Her underwear were completely soaked. This was the perfect time for entry but he refused to settle for that this early on. He wouldn’t enter her until he had a waterfall running down her legs. Hand gripping her thighs softly, he took her panties between his teeth, tugging them down to her knees and letting them proceed to fall on their own.
Michelle watched his every move and she couldn’t deny how sexy that was. That made her crave for him to take her more and more but she wasn’t oblivious, Peter planned to make this worthwhile and that came with him teasing her tremendously.
Staring intently at her flower, it was perfect in every way. Flowers deserved to be treated with endless amounts of care and love. He planned to do just that. His thumb pressed against her core, massaging the precious area. She shuddered from each stroke. Using his free hand, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving him a better view of clit. Licking his lips, he dived in, immediately sucking her tongue between his teeth. He loved the feeling of her clit twitching against his mouth, he craved each one.
His lips made out with her clitoris wildly, sucking and twirling his tongue around all at once. Reaching up with his hand that wasn’t massaging her clit, he wrapped his palm around her chest, massaging them while he worked her magic flower.
Along with the continuous moans, Michelle kept slapping her hand against the wall. Peter never noticed though, completely invested in pleasuring her. Peter was pleasuring her in all her favorite spots and she was bound to go crazy if he kept it up. She wasn’t used to this, to Peter being this way and she loved every minute of it.
“Oh m- PETER!” She moaned loudly as he licked her sensitive spot. Peter peered up at her, never stopping his process though. A random person would believe he did this for a living from how much of an expert he appeared to be. He smiled against her, enjoying her reactions a little more than he should he. Continuing to hit all her sensitive spots, Peter was determined to have her orgasm. He applied more pressure with his thumb to her clit and rubbed his fingers against her nipple in a slower motion.
Peter didn’t expect it, neither did Michelle. She tried preventing it for long as possible, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in yet. She always seemed to find a challenge in something but this happened to be in Peter’s favor. As Peter went for another lick, Michelle climaxed all over his tongue.
Pulling himself back, he stood up slowly and stared her in the eyes. Michelle didn’t know how to react after what she’s just done and she couldn’t predict how he’d react. Of all the times he’s given her head, she doesn’t recall climaxing on him. They watched each other intently, neither of them moving an inch.
Then he did something she didn’t expect. His tongue licked around his lips before he moved in, closing the space between them, leaning close to her ear, “we should do that more often.” in a sexual tone. It was in that moment that Michelle realized she was completely and utterly fucked and they haven’t even gotten to the actual fucking part yet.
Her heart pounded hard against her chest as his hands roamed her body once more. She tried predicting what he would possibly do now because he seemed full of surprises tonight.
“Peter…” she whispered into his ear. “Hm?” He hummed in response, breathing against her ear. Leaning her head back, she was able to get a good view of his face. Around his mouth was sticky from her orgasm but he didn’t seem to mind. Looking up into his eyes, he had been staring back, awaiting her to finish what she had to say. “Fuck me, please.” She breathed out.
With no hesitation, Peter unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off along with his boxers. His member poked out as soon as it was released from its shackles, ready for entry into paradise. His arms wrapped around her waist and unexpectedly he grasped her ass in his hands causing her to gasp.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes, I do.”
Nodding, he pressed a quick but soft kiss against her lips. His strength came into play, lifting her up, he entered her as she wrapped her legs around him. They both gasped at the same time. Michelle has been craving him for weeks and after all this time, she finally got him. Peter slid his hands down underneath her thighs and began pumping in and out of her. Her insides were tight against him as it had been during their first time.
Her hands grasped onto his hair, gripping onto it but not to the point where he was in pain, well not anymore at least. They’ve had sex plenty of time where Michelle would be so into it, she’d yank on his hair. He hated it at first but after a good few times, he had grown used to it.
The kinky part of him actually liked it but he’d never admit that to her. She’d never let him live it down. “Ye- ooh- yess!” she moaned loudly. Peter would’ve tried to convince her to quiet down before she got them caught but he could care less at the moment.
The way she began moving with him at a quicker pace, forcing him to speed up with her. She bounced up and down aggressively and Peter couldn’t deny how much he loved when she got like this.
By now the sounds of their skin slapping against each echoed throughout the room. Peter was almost certain the entire theater could hear it, including the ones where the movies were currently playing. He continued regardless, thrusting into her roughly, how she loved it. Each thrust, a loud moan escaped past her faint pink coated lips.
Arching against him, her eyes rolled back. She had creamed against his length and he wasn’t far behind. Pressing her back against the wall, one of her legs dropped down, the other held up by him. He jerked himself inside and out repetitively, his legs growing weaker with each movement.
Michelle cried out in pleasure with each thrust. “Fuck!” Peter moved his face in, pressing his lips against hers. His free hand gripped her waist and brung her into him. “Mi- I love you!” He cried out against her lips as he finally released.
They stood there for a few moments trying to catch their breathes before they separated from each other. Michelle pulled on her clothes, trying to fix herself without staring at a reflection in the mirror. Peter never removed his shirt, pulling his jeans up, he button his pants and ran his fingers through his hair to make it appear as if it was this way purposely and not because his girlfriend pulled his hair during sex.
Once all fixed up, Michelle pushed herself up against him, smiling brightly. Peter laughed, pushing a strand of hair from her face. “That was amazing.” She admitted, lacing her hands with his. “I agree.”
Her smile turned into a smirk. “How about we head home and do that again?” Peter was drained at the moment but the short journey home would give him enough of a break to proceed with another round. Plus, he couldn’t just turn her down, especially when he wanted it just as much.
Pressing a kiss on her cheek, he smiled cheekily. “Of course, lets go.” They headed out the closet, grabbing their items they dropped along the way. When they opened the door, they halted and stared down. There stood a boy, who couldn’t be any younger than nine, staring at them confused. “What are you doing?” He questioned, peering past them into the closet.
Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously, not sure what to say. Michelle smiled evilly, leaning towards the little boy. “The thing your parents do when they think you’re sleep.” She said, the smile never leaving her lips.
The little boy looked lost in thought for a moment before he realized what she meant and quickly backed away. “I’m telling!” He shouted, running off to find his parents.
Peter eyes widened as he looked at the little boy run off. “Why did you do that?” “Because it was fun.” “He’s a kid.” “Live a little, now let’s go so I can release a little bit more frustration on you.” She smiled seductively, walking towards the exit. Peter laughed, following close behind. God, how did he get so lucky?