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That was definitely a hand on Peter's ass. “Hello? Is someone there?” Of course there was–Peter could feel them. God. Fuck. What were they doing? He could feel their finger… “Hey! S-stop that right now.” But the fingers didn't stop. They rubbed between his ass cheeks and over his taint and cupped his pussy.
Peter tried struggling but to no avail. “Stop! Someone help! Help!” But he knew it was hopeless. He’d been calling for help ever since his web canister had exploded and this was the first person to come along in half an hour.
The seat of his suit was ripped, exposing Peter to cold air. He gasped, a sob locking in his throat. “Please don't do this.”
Something hot and wet landed between his ass cheeks causing his hips to jump. He could feel his entire body shaking as his breath came shorter “Please,” he begged as the tongue started lapping between his legs.
If it wasn't for the webs cementing him against the wall, Peter knew he wouldn't have been able to hold himself up. He felt weak and useless. The sob finally broke free as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Please stop. I don't want this.”
They didn't answer, just continued eating Peter out. Fingers dipped into his cunt and found his g-spot with ease of practice. “No, no, no,” Peter sobbed over and over again, despite feeling the pressure in his belly build between the tongue and fingers. All Peter could do was press his forehead against the rough brick.
The fingers gathered Peter's slick and rubbed it against his hole, mixing it with the saliva already there. Peter let out a mewing sound as the fingers breached his hole, working it open. He was exhausting himself trying to break free of his webs and it didn't seem like the struggle gave any pause to the fingers inside of him.
There was something thick and hot pressed against his ass and Peter's chest tightened as he started begging again. Snot and tears mix together as they streak down his face. His voice clogs in his throat. It felt like he was being split in half. The thrusts are slow at first, but get rougher as the slick eases the slide. Within a minute, Peter's knees are scraping against the brick with every thrust.
Peter doesn't think he's even properly begging anymore, each thrust ripping a wordless sound from his throat. He can feel the hot spread of semen inside him. It makes Peter feel gross and dirty and used. He sobs again, but there's no energy left anymore.
The sudden gust of cold hair causes Peter to shiver. He doesn't know how long he stayed there, suit ripped open, cum dripping down his legs, but he flinches when he hears footsteps.
“Spidey?”
Oh, thank God. “Wade? H-help, please.”
“I got you, baby boy,” he promises and Peter can feel the pressure on his hand loosen as Wade cuts away at the webs. When Peter is free, he collapses into Wade's arms. He wants to cry, but there's nothing left in him. Wade's large hand rubs gently over Peter's back. “Are you okay?”
Peter sniffles and nods. He buries his head into Wade's shoulder. Wade scoops him up and starts walking. He doesn't know where they're going, but Wade was there to protect him. Peter is safe now.
Wade rubbed his hand down Peter’s back as he walked, making soothing sounds. Webs must have known how much the crying and begging had turned Wade on, or he probably would have been quieter to minimize the risk of someone finding them. It had been such a nice gift to see his little Spider trusted up and waiting for him. He hadn't been able to help himself. Granted, he hadn't really tried.
Now, Peter was lax in his arms, the fight all out of him. So weak. Wade wanted to take him again like that. Press him into the ground and fuck him until he passes out properly. Peter needed aftercare, though, so it would have to wait for another time.
It didn't take long for them to reach Wade's safe house. He carried Peter with one arm as he maneuvered the window. Webs clung to him as Wade started the bath. He had to be exhausted.
He was already thinking about next time. They'd have to go somewhere more private. Wade had loved the thrill of taking Peter out in the open, but he couldn't risk someone getting to his prize before him. Maybe he'd buy a warehouse just to play with his toy.
Wade carefully stripped Spidey including his mask. His face was a mess of dried tears and snot and a scrape stood out on his cheek. He looked beautiful. It was a shame to wash it all away. Still, Wade helped him slip into the hot water. Webs hissed at the warmth, but it was the only sound he let out.
Wade stripped his own suit off, climbing in behind Spidey. Peter instantly curled up against his chest. They were quiet for a long time, regulating their breathing to the others. Peter was almost asleep when he murmured, “Can you bite me? Next time?”
Wade placed a kiss on top of his matted hair, “Anything you want, baby.”