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“I’ve got you now O’Hara!” Doc Ock’s shrill voice makes your overly sensitive ears ring as you feel your skin crawl, spine tingling, as your Spidey-sense alerts you to the dart singing through the air, aimed at the back of Miguel’s neck. Your web spinners are jammed, and you can hear the rush of blood fill your ears. You don’t think, you just act.
“Miguel!” You cry out, already throwing yourself through the air to try and deflect the fluid filled missile. You thank the true lord and saviour, Dolly Parton, for the quick reflexes bestowed upon you by the spider venom in your bloodstream. The dart smashes to the floor as your foot slams down on the body of the vial.
Neon-pink mist explodes out from the broken vial and neither of you can stop the invasion of the gas into your nostrils, somehow bypassing your masks, as you cough and splutter. You both turn, eyes stinging, sinuses on fire as you focus on Doc Ock, looking smug as her bionic arms lord her above you both.
“Well, this will be interesting to see play out, which one of you is going to kill first I wonder?” She monologues, as if to herself as you feel your stomach churn in dread. The sickly-sweet odour of the gas clinging to your senses, like nuclear cotton candy.
“What was that?” Miguel barks before you can open your mouth to ask the same thing, but then you see a flash of movement in the gantry of the lab. The white, pink, and blue of a Spider-suit flooding you with relief.
Gwen, about time.
You think to yourself as you feel something else stir in your core. Your gaze falls to Miguel, lingering as you watch him continue to stall Doc Ock, you know he’s seen Gwen too, but your mind can’t focus on the supervillain, or Gwen. Miguel is the only thing in the room in focus, pin sharp amongst the blur of the world. You vaguely register that your mouth has gone slack under your mask.
His suit clings to him, mapping out every angle of his muscular form, the curve of his spine leads you down to his ass and you don’t even try to look away as you marvel at him. You should feel embarrassed at the way your arousal is pooling in your panties as you unashamedly lust over your boss.
Your palms are clammy, your mouth is dry, and your teeth itch. You can’t hear anything but the rush of blood in your ears as you feel your knees go weak. You watch the scene play out in front of you, time seeming to slow as you fall, your body going limp as your body superheats. Gwen surprises Doc Ock from behind, Miguel taking the opportunity to trap her with ease. But you can’t do anything but crash to the floor with a soft hmph.
The last thing you hear as your vision blurs at the edges is Miguel roaring your name as he runs to you.
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“Miguel!” You scream as you bolt awake in the darkness of the infirmary, you’re drenched in sweat, body aching, but all you can think about is him.
“Miguel isn’t here right now, leave a message after the beep, beep!” Lyla’s sing-song voice carries through the air as she pops into existence at the end of your cot.
“As much as I adore your peppy attitude Lyla,” You growl through gritted teeth as you stare down the AI hologram, “I need to see Miguel, where is he?”
“Access Denied, anything else I can help you with?” Lyla chimes and you roll your eyes as you rip the bedsheets away and storm out of the infirmary. You strip out of your sleep clothes and revel in the cool air of the room against your slick skin for a moment before pulling on your suit. You activate your web spinners, testing them on the sweat-soaked sheets and nodding as they function as normal. You leave your mask off, the fabric feels suffocating against your scorching flesh.
“Thanks for nothing Lyla, I’ll find him myself.” You say, your voice slurring as you feel yourself shake violently, like your whole body is threatening to glitch out into vapour. But you’ve still got your watch on, so you know it’s not that.
“I wouldn’t do that, he’s not in the mood for company.” Lyla chirps, worry tinging her usual sunny disposition as she pops up in front of your nose.
“Too fucking bad.” You snap as you bat your hand through the hologram, earning a decidedly irate huff from the AI.
“Fine, but don’t blame me when he yells at you, or worse.” She snaps before fizzling out of existence once more. You roll your eyes at the sassy AI and the idea that Miguel had to have programmed her that way, even if subconsciously.
You work your way through the Spider Society building, everything is bathed in darkness as night consumes Nueva York, only a few fellow Spiders are awake at this time, Spider-Noir tips his hat at you as he watches you swing through the geometric marvel of the Spider Society.
All the while the churn in your stomach threatens to make you vomit, your fingers get colder and colder as time passes. Something is very wrong with you, but the thought only drives your mind to one thought.
I need to know if Miguel is ok.
You reach the doors to his lab, body trembling uncontrollably as you stagger to the door control. You tap in the emergency override code, not bothering with the other methods, you know Miguel will have locked access to everyone but you know him too well.
Lyla
You smirk to yourself as the doors hiss open with a hydraulic whine. As soon as the pressurised door opens you hear it. Hear him.
A litany of curses in Spanish and English sail through the air like knives, each rattle of Miguel’s pained timbre ripping through you like physical blows. You force yourself on as you feel yourself grow weak, whatever was going on was bypassing your usual healing. You should be worried, worried about yourself. But all you can think of is him.
“Miguel?” You call out as you trip over your own feet, knees crashing into the metal flooring.
“Go away!” He roars from further in the lab and your heart aches at the rejection, but you can’t stop yourself, your body burns for him, the taste of his flesh between your teeth, the feel of his body against yours. You’d always had a crush on Miguel, how could you not? But you’d kept a lid on it, strapped down with webs, suspended far from your heart.
But now the bonds are cut loose, your heart raw and aching for something, anything he could give you. You need him on a level you don’t quite understand but he’s all consuming, the thought of him devouring any sense of self-preservation as you push on.
“Miguel, please, I need to know if you’re ok, I need you.” You croak out as your heart hammers far too fast in your chest.
“Please, I’m going to hurt you, please go away!” He groans, the fire gone from his voice, but the desperate pleading only makes your heart clench as you round the corner, he’s exactly where you thought he’d be, back to you as he stares at the banks of holographic screens ahead of him.
“Miguel please, I think I’m dying.” You whimper as you barely make it a few more steps. You collapse forward and as you squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating the bite of the cold metal floor against your skin. But it doesn’t come, instead a rush of dopamine floods your system as Miguel’s arms pull you against his broad chest.
“I’ve got you, I’m right here.” Miguel’s soft rumble vibrates through you as you slump into his larger frame. Your face buries into the divot between his pecs as your hands claw at his back, he groans at the sensation and steadies you with one arm, the other gently manoeuvring you up into his arms.
“Miguel, what’s going on?” You sob into his chest as your hands skim across his suit, tracing the harsh lines of his suit.
“We were hit with a narcotic, I think it was supposed to drive us into a rage.” Miguel explains as he walks you over to the banks of monitors. Your skin is ice cold, you’re shivering as you long to press your bare flesh against his, your suits denying you as you claw at his desperately.
“But I’m not mad, I’m just sick.” You grumble in protest as the stretchy fabric refuses to yield to your blunt nails.
“I think the Doc made an error in their calculations, because although it’s definitely a narcotic, it’s not worked the way they intended.” Miguel says softly, his body shuddering at every rake of your nails on your skin but his voice never wavers.
“What is it then?” You ask, your thighs are slick with your arousal as you begin to connect the dots. You finally look up into Miguel’s face, your eyes meeting his, crimson laced with black, his pupils blown wide.
“It’s an aphrodisiac querida.” He says softly as he lowers the two of you to the floor, you’re sat in his lap as one arm tight against your thigh, pinning you to him. His other clawed hand cups your chin, the pinprick pressure rips a snarling groan out of your throat as you squirm over his crotch.
“Fuck.” You breathe as you watch his angular face lean down, your noses brushing tenderly as you breathe in the sweat, musk, and faintest whiff of his citrus spiced soap that you know too well.
“Exactly,” Miguel’s mouth is agape and his fangs slide out sending heat to your dripping cunt, “And it’s only you I can think of, I don’t think anyone else can fix this.” He growls as he places a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“I know, I feel the same, need you Miggy,” You whine as you feel his clothed cock press rock hard against your core, you move in his arms and straddle him, looking him square in the eye as you grind down onto him, “Needed you for a while.” You say, letting him fill in the blanks.
“You’re just saying it because of the drug, we were in close proximity, same drug, you just want me because I was there.” He grumbles, his one hand snaking up your spine, claws tearing at your skin through your suit. The other hand is firm on your hip as he pushes you down on him.
“No, wanted you for a long time Miggy,” You whine as you roll down into him, breasts pushed forwards as the sting of his claws arch your back, “Needed you before today.”
“That so?” He growls as he hooks his talons in the frayed fabric at the nape of your neck and tears the suit down your spine. The ruined fabric folds down to your waist as you shudder at the way your nipples pebble at the exposed air. Miguel’s eyes go wide as you feel his cock twitch beneath you.
“Just didn’t want to fuck up our-!” You start but are cut off by the way Miguel latches his mouth onto your nipple, you writhe at the way he circles your nipple with his thick, hot tongue. His firm lips pull delightfully on the sensitive bud.
“I know querida, seems we’ve been keeping secrets from each other.” He hums as he continues to mouth your nipple, his fangs sliding against your skin when his concentration slips and you snarl at the pleasure that rips through you. Miguel pulls back, horror on his face at his mistake, until he sees the blissed-out look on your lips.
“Miguel please,” You plead as you feel the heady numbness of Miguel’s venom somehow makes the pleasure burn all the brighter, “Need you.”
“I know querida, I need you too, but we need to talk about this after, we need to-!” It was your turn to shut him up. Your mouth crashes into his and he groans into your mouth as you press your tongue into his mouth, mindful of his fangs. His resolve crumples as he grinds up into you, his tongue gliding over yours as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
“Fuck,” Miguel curses as he pulls away, his suit dissipating beneath you as you watch his smooth skin reveal beneath you, “Need to feel you.” He grunts as he pulls at the pooled fabric around your hips, tearing the rest of the suit off with ease. Your bare cunt is soaked as you grind down on his length, you tremble in anticipation as you realise what you had always suspected was true. Miguel is hung.
“Please let me feel your cock in me Miggy, please.” You beg as you try and reach down to grab his length.
“Not yet,” Miguel barks and you whine at the denial but the harsh tone makes you loll your head forward onto his shoulder, “Want you to come for me, then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbles against your ear as he slides his tongue up your neck. He shifts up onto his knees before laying you down on the floor. You hiss at the cool press of the lab floor against your back but like everything else, it just makes you needier.
“Look at this,” Miguel coos as he rubs his knuckles up your slit, gathering the obscene about of your arousal on his fingers. You cant your hips up as you whine, chasing his touch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, “So wet for me.” His tongue flicks out across his digits as he maintains eye contact.
You huff impatiently in response, eyes glassy as you squirm beneath him. Miguel dips his head down and sucks marks into your thighs careful this time with his fangs. His mouth finds your glistening cunt and he groans as he slots his mouth over your clit.
“You liked the way my venom felt bebita?” He asks before spreading your folds with his tongue, licking a slow, deliberate path from your aching hole to your clit.
“Yes, so good.” You say all too eagerly, making Miguel chuckle against your sensitive clit.
“Mind if I’m a bit sloppy while I eat you out? don’t trust my fingers.” He purrs as he slides the length of one of his fangs against your clit, the smooth danger of it making your walls flutter around nothing.
“Don’t mind at all, just need you please.” You pant as you feel his breath ghost on your skin. His mouth consumes you, lapping up the lewd amount of slick with long strokes of his tongue as he buries his face in your pussy. Then the slightest brush of his fangs has you arching up into his face. It’s a burn and a soothing balm to follow, like aftercare baked in. You smile to yourself at the notion as you feel the numbing pleasure rock through you.
“Miggy, gonna come.” You whine as everything gets to be too much, his relentless tongue against your clit, fangs sliding against your folds as his clawed hands anchor on your hips as you unravel under him. Your vision goes blank as you come, Miguel’s hungry mouth slurping obscenely against your core, you’re screaming his name, scraping your nails against his scalp, it’s so much yet not enough. He only stops when your hands cup his strong cheeks, pleading with your eyes to give you a moment to recover.
“You taste beautiful,” He groans as he crawls back up your body, his thick thighs pushing yours apart as he drops his elbows either side of your head, the length of his thick cock lying heavily on your mound and lower stomach, “Fuck I’ve wanted you for so long.” He groans as he grinds down, his coarse hair at the base of his cock brushing against your overstimulated clit. You arch up into him as his pre-come smears over your navel, whimpering at the heat still coiled inside you.
“Miguel please, let me taste you.” You pant as he looks down at you with a look that can only be described as primal.
“Bebita, need to fuck you,” He whines and the sound goes straight to your cunt, you want to make him whine again, with your lips around his cock, “We can take our time, have some fun next time.” He growls and your mouth falls open in shock, the promise of a next time blossoms through your chest like you’d been holding in a breath for too long.
“Miguel,” You whisper as you study face, eyes lingering on his plump lips, his crimson eyes, “Fuck me, please.” You finish softly.
“If it gets too much, let me know, I never want to hurt you.” He says softly as he props himself up on one arm, his other hand dropping to his cock. He runs the smooth tip through your folds, nudging up against your clit as you writhe up against him. He smiles, almost to himself, as he glides it back down to your entrance.
“Fuck, so big.” You say, the blissed-out breathiness of your voice only seems to spur Miguel on, he pushes in slowly, your breath hitches as the stretch hits you. It’s smooth, your soaked cunt ready for him, but the overwhelming feeling of being completely full makes you feel like you can’t breathe. Miguel groans as he forces himself to go slow, giving you time to adjust to his size before pushing in further.
“Doing so well for me bebita, so, so good, fuck, such a tight little pussy.” He snarls as his head dips into the crook of your neck, his cheek pressed against yours as he continues to talk you through it.
“Miguel, wanted this for so long, wanted you, needed you.” You cry out as he bottoms out inside of you as you tremble around him. It’s suffocating, his weight pressing into you as he laps slowly at your earlobe, breathless from the way you’re completely split open by his cock.
It’s still not enough.
You think to yourself as you cant your hips upwards, making Miguel curse above you as you pull him in deeper, wrapping your ankles around his waist. Your hands loop around his neck, holding him against your cheek as you lean into the press of his face against yours. Miguel is panting in your ear now, you can feel him shake as he tries to maintain control.
“Need you to trust me, going to be a lot, but you can take it I know you can.” Miguel groans as his fangs nick your earlobe, sending the heady rush through you as you rake one of your hands down his back, pinning him to you as the other drops to your clit.
“I trust you, always,” You whisper as you place soft kisses to his temple, “But I need to you fuck me until I scream Miguel.” You say as you swipe your tongue across his sweat slick skin, the salty taste like nectar on your tongue as you feel Miguel’s resolve snap.
“Fuck.” Is all he says as he pins you down by the neck with one hand, the other digs into the metal of the floor, claws tearing through the metal as he holds you both in place. Then he moves.
You cry out as he pulls back, raking through your tight walls, your finger is frantic on your clit as the combined sensations have you so close already.
“Can’t hold back,” He snarls in your ear, his breathing laboured as he speaks, “Such a tight, perfect pussy, fucking made for me.”
“Miggy please.” You mewl and that’s enough for it to all unravel. His thrust punches down into you like nothing you’d ever had before. He’s so deep, slamming against your g-spot with every desperate, starved thrust inside you.
“Going to fucking ruin you bebita, no-one else will ever come close to making you feel like this,” He pants as he continues to fuck down into you hard, your second orgasm already sliding down your spine like venom, coursing through your veins like a drug, “No-one else is having this pussy now, it’s mine.” His words send you over the edge, pulsing around his thick cock as he tightens the grip on your neck. The deprivation of oxygen makes you see stars, pleasure ripping through you like his claws on the metal beside your head.
“I’m yours Miguel, yours.” You whimper, your overstimulated clit abandoned as you twist your fingers into his curls, holding him to you as you whimper and moan with every thrust. His hips stutter and he groans as he bites down on the curve of your shoulder, fangs sinking deep into your flesh as you feel an explosion of pleasure under your skin, deep in your bones as Miguel pumps hot rope after hot rope of come into you. Your vision blurs and you vaguely hear the panic in Miguel’s voice as you realise you’re passing out, full of his spend and saturated with his venom but you’re too blissed out to care.
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The first thing you notice is the sound of a water fountain trickling somewhere nearby, the sound soothing as you try and force your eyes open. Then you smell it, the familiar scent on unfamiliar sheets wrapped around you. It’s peppery, citrus, musky. It’s Miguel. You’re in Miguel’s bed.
You bolt up, heart hammering in your chest as you take in the dimly lit room around you. The soft amber lighting kind on your eyes as you look around, Miguel’s room is clean, utilitarian, no decorations on the walls, no photos, nothing but a dresser, a large closet, the bed, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. You wonder where the sound of the fountain is coming from.
“Miguel?” You try to speak but your voice is hoarse, but you hear movement from the next room, thundering footsteps as the door is wrenched open. Your heart flutters at the sight of him, grey sweatpants, no shirt, hair messy from being combed through too many times by large rough fingers.
“¡Menos mal! You’re awake.” Miguel rasps, his crimson eyes bloodshot, dark circles sitting heavy under them. He drops to his knees next to the bed, reaching for your hand before he stops himself.
“Miguel, what-?” You begin to ask as you see the anguish on his face. Then you remember.
“I’m so sorry, I tried to get Lyla to stop you but you’re so fucking stubborn.” He says defeatedly, his usual confidence sapped, drained from him as he drops his head, shoulders slumped.
“It’s ok,” You say softly, hands cupping his cheeks, your body humming with electricity at the skin to skin contact, “I’m here, I’ve got you.” You say, mirroring his words of comfort to you, as you pull his head up, forcing him to look at you.
“It’s not ok, I almost killed you, I almost lost you.” His eyes are swimming with tears, your heart breaks as you see how wrecked he is.
“Come here,” You say, patting the bed beside you but he shakes his head vigorously, trying to pull away but you anchor your hands on his shoulders, “I wasn’t asking.” Miguel obeys silently, dumbstruck at your instruction. You’d never talked like this to him, ever. The bed dips as he settles against the headboard, leaving space between you both as he tries to speak.
“I am so-!” Miguel starts again but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. You crawl over to him, nestling against his side as you wrap your arms around his waist.
“Thank you for saving me.” You whisper softly into his chest, knees curled up as you bury your face in his side.
“I almost killed you.” He says, body rigid as he keeps his hands in his lap.
“But you didn’t,” You say as you look up at him, “And I don’t regret a single second of what happened between us Miggy.” He turns to look at you, his face softening slightly.
“You don’t?” He says softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with the tip of one of his claws.
“I’d only regret it if you didn’t follow through with your promise.” You say sleepily as you grab Miguel’s wrist, motioning for him to lie down next to you.
“Promise?” He asks as he settles down behind you, still not touching you. You sigh dramatically as you roll over, wincing slightly at the pain in your neck. You look up at him as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his.
“That next time I get to suck your dick.” You say fluttering your eyelashes at him and you feel the twitch in his pants, followed by the flush of heat under his skin at your words.
“Eres una amenaza.” Miguel growls, brow furrowed as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead.
“But I’m your menace.” You smirk at the way his body relaxes around you, cradling your head with one hand, pulling your hips flush against him with the other.
“Mine.” He growls, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Mine.” You echo, pressing a lingering kiss to his sternum as you fall asleep in Miguel’s strong embrace.