Gobbling You Up [Mary Jane X Harry Osborn & Mary Jane X Spiderman] [One-Shot] (Patreon)

Synopsis: Looking for revenge, Harry Osborn found out more about Spider-Man and Mary Jane, more than he should have. Now, he was more interested in exploring the depths of Mary Jane’s secrets, one way or another.

Creation of MsSquirtle

Aided by MrPlotThickens

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Harry, the man who was always concerned about his father’s opinion of him, finally found the location of his father’s secrets. Distraught and broken, not knowing what to make of it, only one thought occupied his mind, getting revenge.

He donned a black suit that functioned similarly to his father’s green suit and his own tactical mask, then went out, looking to hurt Spider-Man the same way he had hurt him.

Harry was a bit smarter than his father and realised that Spider-Man saved Mary Jane far too frequently, more times than normal. He didn’t know if she was the one prone to danger or if they had something going on, but he wanted to make sure for himself.

Gently hovering close to MJ’s bedroom window, he saw her serene sleeping face on the bed and decided to sneak in, needing some time to figure out what to do next.

He gently pulled the window open and climbed in, one leg at a time; leaving his hoverboard outside, hovering a little higher in the sky via remote control. Then he closed the window again, not wanting to alarm anyone.

There, he saw her sleeping; her blanket kicked all the way down. All she wore was a short T-shirt and cotton panties with flower patterns. Her flaming red hair scattered all over her pillows, her face charmingly blushing, even without make-up on.

Her legs curled up, almost in a fetal position, perhaps because of the cold air. But that gave Harry an excellent view of her plump bottom and her panty stretching ever so thinly over her delicate core. However…

Wet patch?

Harry noticed what MJ had placed on the side of her pillow. It was small, pink, elongated, with a bunny head. A toy MJ had recently used to pleasure herself. Seeing how vulnerable she was, Harry’s breathing accelerated.

He remembered their days in school and reminded himself that she wasn’t such an innocent little princess. Treading the fine line between queen bee and damsel skillfully, using her assets. She was always in control, however innocent she looked.

Harry silently snorted a laugh. Not this time.

Harry came closer and placed his knee on the bed. What Harry didn’t realise was how soft the bed was. As he pivoted his weight on the knee, the bed sunk in, and MJ woke up with a start.

Noticing it was a masked stranger, MJ quickly pulled back, her back pressing against the headboard. “Who?! Who are you?!”

She waved her hands in front of her to create some distance.

Bam!

Harry lunged closer, grabbing her dainty wrists with one hand and locking her hands above her head.

“Mary Jane Watson…” He called out, using a voice changer. “Spider-Man seems to come to you whenever you’re in danger…”

“What? No! That’s just a… coincidence!” MJ quickly connected the dots, understanding what he was after.

“Are you sure?” Harry slowly brushed strands of her red hair off of her face. His free hand trailed down, gently closing in around her neck.

“I’m sure!” MJ replied sternly, staring at her reflection in the new Green Goblin’s visor.

“Lies!” Harry gripped her neck, leaning in even closer. His knee rested between hers, creeping closer to her delicate core, sensing the warmth from her.

“Maybe you’re someone …” Harry slowly let go of her neck and trailed his fingers down her collarbone, “close to him.” He rested his finger on her chest, very slightly above her undulating breast.

“Or maybe,” he continued. “Someone, intimate…” His palm rested on her breast and gently squeezed.

“Ah!” MJ jolted, trying to free her hands and wrists from Harry’s grip.

“You seem to be lonely,” Harry chuckled. He let go of her breast and reached out to the toy beside MJ’s pillow. “Why don’t you just call him? I bet he’s always willing to help a damsel in distress.”

MJ’s eyes widened as she realised what he was holding. It was her ‘personal massager’, something way more intimate than any other man had seen. “No!”

“Oh yes…” Harry patted the pink bunny on her cheek. “Maybe you won’t lie to me this time.”

Bzzz….

Harry pressed the button with his thumb and slowly and methodically dragged the trembling pink head down her neck. He started to make audible, rugged, deep breaths, thinking of every way he could torture her for information.

MJ could sense he was thinking nasty thoughts as she felt his bulge growing on one of her thighs. But her body started to heat up again as the head of the buzzing dildo reached her breast, trailing down her mound and circling her shirt-covered nipple. Then it trailed down her exposed satin-smooth belly.

Down, down, the toy went, skimming across the ban of her panty, then sliding further toward her cotton-covered petals. MJ’s body stiffened, feeling the tease.

“Uhhh… Noo…” MJ shivered all over.

“You’re saying no, but your body…”

Whack!

Before Harry could finish his words, one of MJ’s hands struggled free and clawed Harry in the face. Her nails caught on his mask and yanked it off, exposing Harry’s face.

“Harry!”

Harry Osborn sneered, slowly turning his head back towards her, “Hello, MJ. I never knew you were so… adventurous.”

He eyed her with a judging look. He leaned in closer, his breath touching MJ’s perfect lips. “Does Peter know? About you and spider brat?”

“What?! That’s ridiculous! He is, he’s… he….” Flustered, MJ was choosing her words wisely; she knew that he didn’t know yet, and she didn’t want to expose Peter. She looked like a baby deer caught in the headlights.

“Thought so...” Harry’s hand glided up her soft thigh, caressing it fondly. His hand came closer to her moist cotton panty. “You were lonely tonight, right? I can help you, and you can help me…”

“Ummm…” MJ stifled a moan, feeling Harry’s gentle touch on her petals. “Harry, I… I can’t…”

“What’s wrong, MJ? We dated once. It’s not like I haven’t touched you this way. Of course, we never went all the way, but there’s always a first.”

“Uhh…” MJ breathed out a soft moan as she felt Harry tugging aside her panty, exposing her wet sheath.

She couldn’t decide on what to do since she had been waiting and texting Peter for hours. Since her boyfriend was a no-show, she went at it on her own. But now, her dirty little secret pastime was exposed by her ex-boyfriend.

With all those thoughts and heat running through her head, she couldn’t even think why this was happening tonight.

Harry suddenly leaned in closer and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips and explored the depth of her mouth, struggling fiercely against her warm tongue. His one hand was busy fondling from under her shirt and pinching her nipple while the other caressed her swollen pink kernel of pleasure with a finger.

“Hmmmphm,” MJ’s body trembled, feeling as if she was finally getting what she craved all day.

Harry could feel her moan into their kiss and her body gradually relaxing, accepting his touch. His two fingers flicked her pleasure nub and slowly slid down her soft petals, parting her entry. He inserted them both, gradually caressing her inner walls and stretching her lower lips.

In and out they went, causing MJ to feel even hotter and her panties even more soiled.

Harry finally pulled his lips away, admiring how red MJ’s charming face looked. Her eyes were closed, soaking in all the pleasure he made her feel, her breath ragged, and her face drowned in bliss.

“Let’s not waste this niffy toy, shall we?” He smirked and took his fingers out of her, pulling out some strings of her nectar.

“Ah…” MJ felt a little loss, but it gradually turned to excitement as Harry pulled down her flowery panty. His one hand was still kneading her creamy, plump breast, while the other reached out for the still buzzing toy and dragged it down her belly.

MJ could feel it, trembling and teasing her. Its head reached the centre of her loins and vibrated vigorously in the moisture between her legs. She felt it parting her lips, forcing her to shudder.

Tikk! Tak!

Suddenly, two small stones were thrown at her bedroom window.

Harry abruptly sat up, and MJ’s eyes opened wide. The toy plopped on the bed, still wet and wiggling on the sheets.

“MJ! It’s me!” Someone whispered rather loudly outside.

MJ quickly gripped Harry’s black suit by the collar, “Hide! It’s him!”

“Who?” Harry tried to get up and look out the window, but MJ gripped his collar tighter.

“Just hide! We’ll talk later!” In a rush, she pushed him towards her closet and shoved him in.

MJ slammed the closet doors shut. She was too frantic and quickly jumped back onto her bed. However, before she could pull her blanket up, a certain Spider-Man had already opened her window and squatted on the window sill. Without any real danger or threat to Peter’s life, his senses didn’t tingle from Harry’s presence.

Spider-Man got a good look at her plump naked ass and dishevelled hair as she hadn’t even turned around yet.

“Well, hello there, beautiful,” he teased as he stepped in.

MJ brushed her messy hair back and smiled rather awkwardly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Pe-Spider-Man… Sorry, I was…”

Peter was admiring the view and noticed the buzzing sound on the bed. Then he gulped as he realised she was a little sticky down there, looking gorgeous with only a tiny shirt on and bare, smooth legs. Her face looked flushed after doing something naughty.

He crossed his arms and stood there in front of her bed, “No, don’t worry about me. You should continue what you were doing…”

MJ noticed he was teasing her, and her face blushed awkwardly even more. They’d been dating for a while, so this wasn’t something new to her. Peter was still a man, of course.

“Oh, stop it…” She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe, you need me to…” Peter started pulling off his mask.

“No! Wait… Spider-Man…” MJ’s shocked expression quickly changed to a flirty lip bite. “Why don’t we… have a little fun tonight?” She discreetly glanced at her closet doors, knowing Harry was probably peeking through the small gaps.

“Fun?”

“Yeah, you know I like a man in uniform,” She quirked up an alluring smile as she got off the bed and approached Peter.

She came closer and closer, swaying her bare hips and plastering her jutting breast on his chest. Even with the thin cover of his suit, he could feel them pressed up against him. His arousal quickly grew, pressing up against her warm belly.

Her hands went under his and reached the zipper on his back, slowly pulling it down while she hugged him. Her eyes never left him as she tugged off the upper part of his suit.

“Keep the mask on,” she winked playfully.

Getting the idea, Peter’s throat started to dry.

MJ trailed her perfect pedicures on his chest and playfully pinched his nipple, causing him to jolt slightly. She slowly pulled down even lower, causing his suit to bunch up on his thighs.

MJ lowered herself, bending down to tug on his underwear. Letting Peter’s pecker to pop out a bit, she licked her lips and kissed his head while her tongue circled it.

“Gh...” Petter shuddered.

Still, she pulled down his underwear even lower, letting his erect shaft come out.

Alone in the closet, Harry’s throat also dried, gulping in anything he could. He could see MJ bending over in front of Spider-Man. Her ass arched out as she leaned lower, giving him the full, glistening, wet view from behind.

MJ moved in a little closer and knelt in front of Spider-Man, licking her way up his shaft, coating him with her saliva. Then she took his swollen head into her rosy lips, slowly sucking as she took him further in.

The slower she went, the more Peter could feel her tongue caress his hot, swollen flesh, every bump and groove she touched. He could see she was locking eyes with him; the view aroused him even more.

“Ghk.... ah…” Peter’s abdomen contracted, feeling every part of her nimble tongue.

Her head bobbed back and forth, drowning him in ecstasy. He slowly caressed her head with his two hands and gently grabbed her hair, guiding her to move a little faster. Her saliva dripped out a little, rolling down her neck and chest.

Her tongue twirled and moved around his molten need, pressing against his head and caressing it occasionally. It was so slick and smooth that his body shivered.

“God... MJ, you’re so good at this,” Peter mumbled.

She smirked a little as she enjoyed the sight of him relishing in it. Unbeknownst to most, she liked being in control.

Harry also smirked, feeling his bulge stretching the material of his pants as he held on to it. His breath started to stifle as he tried to hold it in, getting goosebumps all over his body.

MJ, busy pleasuring Peter, felt heated as she knew one man was enjoying her touch while another was watching her closely. The dirty, nasty thought made her thirst for something to move inside her right now. Her one hand stoked Peter’s base, while the other hand fondled her own breasts as they jiggled back and forth following the movements of her head.

Eventually, her fingers moved down from her breast, caressing her own belly, and found their way to her own most needy place. With her juices flowing, she easily inserted her own finger, pleasuring herself to the fullest.

“Umph... ummmhh,” She moaned.

Seeing MJ like that, Peter could feel his rock-hard rod starting to tingle, his juices rushing to his head, ready to explode. Her tongue danced and twirled around his rim. With every peek of her tongue on his tiny little hole, he came closer and closer to the edge.

Harry started to stroke his bulging need, pulling it out of his pants. The view from the closet wasn’t that clear, but he could hear how wet she was from the sounds her finger made. Shit!

Peter didn’t want to come in MJ’s mouth, so he grabbed MJ by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. “My turn…”

MJ giggled, seeing that Peter couldn’t hold it in anymore. She parted her legs wide, giving a nice view of her now soaking-wet slit. Plump and pink, ready to be devoured.

“Save, Spider-Man… Save me from this craving,” she teased.

“Certainly…” Peter bent down and placed his knee on the bed.

MJ moved a little back, giving him some room to crawl to her while she took off her T-shirt.

Spider-Man got closer, leaning over her welcoming bare body. His hand caressed her thigh, slowly going up to squeeze her smooth, fine ass, then gently tickled her waist and kneaded one of her perky peaks. His other hand guided his hot, throbbing spear towards her warm, inviting, twitching core.

“Ahhh…” MJ could feel him penetrating her with his knob, stretching and parting her gates to heaven.

Peter slowly pushed further in, brushing her inner walls. The slippery, smooth walls struggled to squeeze him but finally gave way to his hot, stiff rod; allowing him to fully enter her.

He started to thrust, moving in and out, groaning in pleasure as her pussy swallowed every inch of him. It gripped onto his shaft, milking him intensely. He ground his body into hers, fondling and pinching both her pink, protruding nipples.

MJ moaned and yelped, feeling it every time he struck her deepest parts. She hugged his chest, leaving nail marks on his back, “Oh… Yes... umph… Save me… Spider… Man, harder. Fuck me... harder…”

“Gahh… Damn it, say it again, MJ…You’re so… Tight! Gah!” Peter couldn’t handle the dirty words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth. He felt her move against him, circling her hips to give him even more pleasure.

“Ahhh, oohhh… Save me, Spider… Man… Ahh!”

Harry could hear her ecstasy-induced cries, causing his stomach to contract and his muscles to strain. He could feel the yearning in his loins and blood rushing to his head.

That’s it! Enough of this! Harry struggled to silently look for his remote and sent orders to his hovercraft.

Peter was right on the edge, and MJ was right there with him, enjoying every motion and every slap their colliding pelvis made.

Suddenly, Spider-Man felt every hair on his body stand on end. He quickly pulled out and stood up.

“What’s wrong? Done already?” MJ asked with a bit of a pout.

Boom!

A muffled explosion was heard outside. Peter quickly looked out the window and saw bright flames glowing a bit further away, up high on a building. It seemed like an explosion had happened a few blocks away from their location. “I need to go!”

Peter struggled to pull up his underwear, quickly zipped up his suit, and dived out the window.

“Wait! We…” MJ didn’t get a chance to say anything when Peter had already swung away halfway up the block. She, filled with annoyance, punched the bed as she sat on the edge.

“Don’t worry, it’s just an empty parking building,” Harry came out of the closet, smirking. “You know… I was here first.”

Boof!

MJ threw a pillow at him, looking very angry. “You did that?!”

Not even angry in the slightest, Harry came closer to her, his swollen knob clearly peeking out of his pants. “He’s going to be busy for an hour or so. Why don’t we finish what we started?”

MJ turned away from him in annoyance, feeling the heat in her loins hadn’t been quenched yet.

Harry suddenly grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her face into the bed, admiring the view of her bare ass in the air as she knelt on the bed and arched her hips high.

“Beautiful, too bad Spider-Man is too vanilla. He doesn’t know how to properly worship this… beauty,” Holding MJ down with a hand on her back and wrist, he squeezed her tight ass with one hand.

“Ummhh…” MJ shivered.

Suddenly, she felt something buzzing and squirming, inserted into her soaking wet sheath. It churned her insides, wobbling and wiggling as if it had a mind of its own, pulling out even more juices from inside her.

Her soaking petals dribbled, letting the drips roll down her smooth thighs. “Ahhh! Oh!”

Harry watched as the little pink dildo danced inside her pussy, and his fingers kneaded her swollen little nub.

MJ squirmed, and her hips trembled. Her neck arched back, welcoming the pleasure with every moan she made. MJ couldn’t care anymore, as she was enjoying it too much. Being taken from behind was a fresh experience for her. It was too arousing, too naughty, and very much to her taste.

“Umph… ohhh… ohh…”

Hearing her bliss-filled cries, Harry knew that she liked the feeling, so he let go of her hand and used both hands to grab onto her ass from behind. “You know, your toy seems a little small…” He smirked, “Why don’t I give it a little help?”

Clutching both her ass cheeks in his hands, his thumbs slid down to her pulsating pussy. He inserted them right between her legs, right below the wiggling toy. He then parted her lower lips wider, exposing her wet, gaping, naughty hole as the toy kept pleasuring her.

“Ahh! Harry... No…”

“Don’t worry, MJ. You’re gonna love this.” Harry said as he aimed his swollen head right below the toy.

Gently, he pushed his rigid manhood in, stretching her like never before in the same wet hole the vibrating toy rested. He struggled a bit, but in the end, her juices helped him slide in somewhat smoothly.

“Aahhh!!!” MJ moaned loudly, feeling her vulva stretched so wide it felt like she was going to rip apart.

Harry gradually and methodically shoved his hot cock fully inside, also feeling the buzz within. Her soft flesh was clenching tightly around him with the shuddering toy pressed up against his own. It sent waves after waves of pleasure up his spine.

MJ could feel the vibrations titillating her body, especially in her core. Pushing every button, shattering her straining walls.

“Ahhh!! Harry! You’re going to break me!” MJ yelped, gripping her sheets tightly and arched her back. They stretched her so much that she almost rolled her eyes in bliss. It was bigger than she had ever tasted before, completely filling her, taking over her senses and numbing her mind.

Harry leaned in, sliding his hands below her and grabbing hold of her honey-soft mounds. “That’s the plan,” he whispered and started to move his rock-hard erection.

He gently moved in and out, tasting her fiery, squirming furnace. Each thrust pulled him deep into heaven, as the moving dildo inside her also teased his senses to no end. It reverberated inside, pleasuring both of them.

All she could do was cry out, begging for an end, an orgasm-filled rapture.

“Ahh! Ah!! Ahhhh…” MJ’s voice became wilder and wilder as she inched closer to release.

“Ghh…!” Harry shuddered and delved in with slamming thrusts.

MJ’s hips rose to meet them, shifting restlessly beneath his chest as she felt his hands fondle her incessantly. Her insides were clenching hard, almost pushing out their toy, but Harry’s pelvis kept pushing it in, striking her deepest parts and churning her inside.

“Ahhh!” MJ’s body started to stiffen up with pulsating waves of pleasure. Her hands clutched her sheet tighter and tighter as if her insides were exploding. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through her and flooded her expanded pussy to the brim.

Her pink bunny fell out because of the slippery fluids, but Harry didn’t care. He kept thrusting into her, deeper, increasing the tempo.

He could feel his blood rushing to his swollen tip, throbbing and aching for a way out.

“Oh! Oh! Harry!” MJ lifted her ass some more, knowing he was about to pop.

Harry’s muscles stiffened, and he poured himself into her with lightning bolts of fulfilment. Burst after burst, jolting his body into paradise.

His rod emptied out, his muscles relaxed, and he laid on top of her back, huffing and sweating. MJ’s legs also went soft, clearly having enjoyed herself.

Harry slowly pulled his cock out of her and rolled over to the side, allowing MJ to curl up beside him like a purring kitten. “Harry… I… I don’t know what to…”

“Don’t say anything,” Harry smirked. “Keep this between us, I won’t tell anyone, especially Peter.”

“I thought you…”

Harry sat up and pulled up his pants, “There’s a lot of ways to make you talk.” He stood up and adjusted himself, “We can try each one… every night.”

He chuckled and made his way to her window sill. Mary Jane was left there, eyes wide, thinking of everything that could happen in the nights to come.

“See you tomorrow, MJ.” Harry jumped out and landed on his hovercraft.

MJ pulled up her blanket as she watched him leave, soaring into the dark night.