You Had A Bad Day
Miguel slumps down in his chair, his back aching and his head pounding, practically all day spiderlings kept asking questions that they could have easily asked google and gotten way better answers from.
It didn’t help that Peter just had to flaunt his daughter Mayday around any chance he got, Miguel was certain he was only doing it to mock his departed daughter, Gabriella. Though the real reason Peter showed off Mayday was because he was extremely proud of every little thing she did, Miguel, refusing to believe anything else, was deadset on thinking that Peter just had it out for him.
Miguel sorted through his paperwork frustratedly, the sound of flipping paper was far too loud for his headache. “Someone’s cranky.. You okay Miggy?” Lyla asked, popping up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of Miguel. “Lyla! Did I not tell you to scare me like that!?” Miguel growled, his head throbbing, he got up from his desk and searched his desk drawers for some aspirin before popping three out of the blister pack and swallowing them with no water despite there being an ice cold glass on a coaster by his keyboard.
“Lyla, lock the door and shut down.. I’d like some privacy..” Miguel mumbled, sitting back in his desk chair and putting his head on the desk. “Mmkay bye Miggy..” Lyla cooed before vanishing, the door lock clicking, Miguel took advantage of this moment of privacy, turning off the torso half of his holographic suit, immediately feeling the cool air hitting his bare chest, he leaned back in his chair, relaxing, his headache now gone.
Miguel looked around his office for a moment, staring mindlessly at every corner and wall, his mind drifting to Peter B. Parker, a scowl appeared on his face, Miguel didn’t exactly hate Peter.. He was just.. Too energetic for Miguel’s tastes, and his fashion choices where just not it.. Miguel didn’t realise what his hands where doing as images of Peter filled his mind. One hand had trailed up to his chest, pinching at one of his nipples, while the other went down to his crotch, squeezing away at his erection that was semi hard. Miguel furrowed his brows and bit his lip, was he really getting turned on by Peter B. Parker? Miguel scowled at his thoughts but didn’t stop groping his boner, it had been ages since he had time to masturbate and what a better place and time to do so than in his office during lunchtime.
Eventually he turned off the lower half of his suit, leaving him naked, his cock sprang out of its confines, leaking clearwhite precum onto his lower stomach, trailing into his neatly trimmed pubes, he started pinching and massaging his tip, grunting and wincing, his hips bucking up impatiently, it really had been a while since he had a nice orgasm, slowly he began to massage his dick with his fingers before beginning to pump his length, his hips bucking more and more, fucking into his right hand.
His left hand was busy pinching and pulling at his sensitive perky nipples, he couldn’t help but moan, imagining Peter underneath the desk, sucking his cock until he came down his throat, he wanted nothing more than to see Peter with cum in his hair, saliva dripping down his chin, tears pricking his eyes threatening to spill out and snot running down his nose. Miguel almost came from that fantasy alone. “Fuck.. This is so stupid..” Miguel groans as he feels close to his orgasm, knots tightening and loosening in his stomach, his legs shaking, feeling the urge to use the bathroom.
Finally he came, glorious ribbons of the slightly off white cream spurting out of his slit, all over him and the papers on his desk, staining them, a loud moan erupting from deep inside him, now he wanted nothing more than Peter, he wanted his creepy perverted fantasy to be a reality.