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A clear and starry night sky blanketed Nueva York, a perfect time for the city folk to spend the late evening going out with friends to various bars and clubs, hoping to drink and dance the night away, to knock back shots and forget about a hard week of work and any woes lingering.
A perfect night to let loose and be free.
Usually headquarters was filled to the brim with Spider people crawling around the building, but tonight was one of the few rare nights where it was empty, left to their own worlds until a new anomaly would surface.
The reinforced punching bag met your bare kicks and fists, sweat glistening on your skin as you had spent the last hour releasing all unwanted stress and emotions absorbed into the skin as the heavy bass and rifts of the music blasting in your earbuds helped keep your blood pumping, slowly chipping away at the fortress that was your hardened physical and mental state.
Today was a particularly difficult day, nearly losing one of your team members to a Green Goblin which left everyone high strung, the stress of it all almost making you snap. You all had returned to the society in silence, the group dispersing into their own universes with nothing but a weight on their shoulders.
All except for you.
With one last punch the bag was sent flying across the room, a loud thud emanating in the large space as it hit the ground and began to glitch momentarily only for it to reappear in front of you hanging from the end of a chain. The technology crafted by Miguel was incredible, a showman of his intelligence as the entire gymnasium was built to fit the needs of those in the society, able to adjust automatically to each physical prowess in mere seconds.
You readjust the tape around your hands, flexing your fingers to get the flow back in your digits all while letting your mind wander. Weeks of wrangling anomalies, dealing with your own villains and the general stresses of life just piled onto your shoulders, unable to find an outlet for the mountain of issues that weighed you down without having a breakdown or tearing the structure apart.
It was a miracle how Miguel hasn’t fallen apart after doing this for nearly a year while you’ve only just been doing it for mere months. Though in the time you both spent working together in the society a bond between you and Miguel was made, strengthening over time with each mission and post-mission activities. Eventually you both sought each other out for comfort, finding solace chatting over a coffee or simply hanging out in his office. The relationship bloomed after a sleep-deprived confession from him, admitting that your kindness and strength has been the only thing keeping him afloat.
You remember the way he held you so gently as he kissed you in the middle of your room on Christmas Eve, promising to do his best to be what you need and want so as long as you didn’t give up on him, but having the fate of the multiverse in the palm of his hand alongside the problems dealt in his own universe made it impossible to find time for one another in the most recent weeks, thus seeking other outlets to de-stress.
The weight of the bag adjusted to your strength, now leaving you struggling to even make it swing on the chain as your muscles throbbed, a bead of sweat dripping down your brow as you found a rhythm, focusing on visualizing the bag as a manifestation of your worries and woes, literally beating it away.
A subtle glow of blue and red caught your attention for a moment, recognizing the large silhouette passing through the entrance of the gym anywhere, setting your heart ablaze fiercer than the workout has been able to give you, but you shifted your focus back, trying not to dwell on the many possibilities as to why he could be here so late into the night.
The mask dematerialized, exposing his sharp features and deep brown eyes accentuated with the dark circle beneath them. Being completely overworked to hell and back, and then some, was costly, cutting his sleep and raising the bar of his usual stress levels by two hundred percent.
It’s the most sleep deprived he’s ever been in his life, and not having you by his side was absolute torture.
“Does the punching bag owe you money?” Miguel called out with a raised brow, a small grin playing on his lips as he watched you assault the poor object.
The bag met one final kick, wiping the sweat off your brow with your arm and slipping out your connected earbuds, letting them drape down your chest.
“Fancy seeing you here O’Hara.” Though a twinge of hurt trailed the words, there was no malicious intent, just the mixture of stress and the result of his absence lingering in your heart.
The use of his last name nearly made him stiffen, a typical warning sign that meant trouble, only ever using it when you were upset or when he had royally pissed you off, but the exhaustion and subtle tenderness in your voice made his heart twist as he recognized just how thinly stretched you were.
He shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to keep conversation light.
“Thought I could take a break.” It would’ve sounded normal except for the fact that he was always seen hunched over in the control room with his desk littered with foam cups and take out boxes, only ever being out in sunlight when he desperately needed to be.
Little did you know he watched you from the multitude of cameras in his office, debating interrupting your time alone.
“Miguel O’Hara taking a break? Someone call the Daily Bugle!” You tease, leaning down and grabbing your water bottle to take a few gulps as he rolled his eyes. “Did Jess put you up to it?” You asked while fiddling with the tape around your hands, watching him place his hands on his hips and giving you a look.
“Does it matter?” He retorted, raising a brow as you both had a silent standoff, attempting to analyze one another’s demeanor as you both stood alone in the gym. It truly was abnormal that he was here, the only time he ever “took time off” was when he passed out at the control center from exhaustion or when he was forced to go home by Jess or Peter from E-13122, though you could only come to one conclusion as you watched him stand there.
He actually came on his own volition.
“Guess not.” You shrugged in return, your heart returning to a steady beat as you used this time to chat as a small break as well. “Been sleeping alright?” The question hung in the air, but the response to his was the same as yours.
“As much as you have.” He quipped, his eyes never leaving yours. Of course he picked up the fact that neither of you have been sleeping well, especially since you were both used to being tangled in each other’s arms at the end of a long day, finding solace in the warm embrace beneath the sheets. Truth be told it was the only time he was able to sleep properly, and he’d grown accustomed to waking up next to your sleeping features, so these past few weeks were absolute torture on his end.
“So how come you’re here?” He asked as you wiped the sweat off your brow, his tone sounding a bit hopeful as he eyed you.
“Same reason you are.”
The quick response nearly struck a nerve, but he couldn’t refute the subtle accusation however much he wanted to because he knew it was true.
He missed you, incredibly so, and even if he didn't say it out loud, the way his coffee browns looked at you with such yearning was enough for you to know his true feelings.
It was one of the few times you could never hold his gaze for too long for his eyes held a weight reserved for you and you only, looking away to break the line of sight with only a single thought in mind:
I missed you too.
“So instead of going home to rest after fighting villains you come here to fight more, doesn’t sound efficient for rest.” He leaned against the bag, raising a brow at you as the tension in his shoulders began to dissipate every so slowly with every second spent with you.
You rolled your eyes, letting a grin creep onto your lips.
“Can’t really sleep the stress away you know.”
He raises a brow. “I heard meditation works wonders.”
“Yeah because sitting still in one place with my eyes closed will really de-stress me.”
He chuckled, taking a moment to admire the way your body looked in the workout outfit, hugging your form deliciously while the sound of your voice grounded him. How he missed the lighthearted banter between you both, relief draping over him as you shot him a grin, his chest warming up with that familiar feeling once again – joy .
Although Miguel wanted nothing more than to spend time with you, he didn’t want to interrupt your time with the bag, already feeling as if he’s failed you as a partner by not even taking a moment to message you, but work was eating him alive and he’d do everything he can to be in the same room with you as much as possible.
However, an idea popped in his head as he looked at the bag and then back at you.
“Spar with me.” He spoke suddenly. It wasn’t a question, more so a firm suggestion, one that caught you off guard.
“Where did that come from?” You crossed your arms, the suggestion completely foreign. It wasn’t uncommon for other Spider people to train with another to sharpen their skills, but Miguel never sparred with anyone, let alone you.
He was unnaturally stronger than most of those in the Society, and who knows how many others he could overpower.
“Humor me. I’ve seen the way you fight other anomalies, and I want to know what it feels like to fight you.”
Now that certainly caught your attention.
“Fight me huh?”
He shrugs once again, his tone light, though he couldn’t ignore the small flutter in his chest as you gave him a playful smirk, that same curious glint in your eyes captivating him like always.
There’s my girl, he thought .
“Plus maybe the extra cardio could help you sleep better.”
A small sound of amusement escaped you.
“Always so attentive.”
“Only for you.”
The statement rolled off his tongue naturally, standing with an air of pride surrounding him as your heart warmed at the notion, wondering how you were ever able to grab the attention of Miguel O’Hara, but you would never complain, especially when he was burying himself inside you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear or when he would take you out to his favorite spots around his city, spoiling you with gifts and his cooking, allowing himself to finally let someone in.
“Alright.”
With the disappearance of the bag you both made your way to the larger and emptier part of the room, taking a moment to eye his back from the nape of his neck down to the curve of his spine, chewing on your bottom lip absentmindedly as the suit hugged his form nicely, feeling a hunger that was dormant now bubbling to the surface.
Guess not seeing him for a while really was detrimental.
“Any ground rules?” You asked, unwrapping the tape around your hands and rolling the fabric up in a ball, tossing it to the side as you unwrap the rest.
He lifted a finger up, already having the rules in his head, though taking a moment to admire the way your outfit hugged your curves.
“No cheap shots.” He gives you a knowing look as he gestures to below his waist, but you simply roll your eyes at what you assumed was an automatic boundary, but he knew you’d be careful with him just as much as he was with you.
He raised another two fingers.
“No hits to the head, and no closed fists.”
That seemed simple enough.
“First one to tap out buys the other lunch for two weeks.”
Your ears perked up at the incentive, a Cheshire grin on your lips as you stretch your legs and re-tie your hair, a newfound excitement coursing through your veins.
He smirked.
Hook, line and sinker.
“Oh you’re so on.”
Though without another moment's notice he lunged at you, but you dodged it just in time as you backhand spring away from him, light on your feet as always.
“Couldn’t have given me a warning first?” You huffed out as you landed on three, your senses sharpening in seconds as he prowled along the floor, watching you like a hawk as the red in his eyes glowed with mischief – a predator stalking its prey.
The atmosphere changed, suddenly now feeling as if this was more than just casual sparring.
“Not part of the rules muñequita.” He chuckled, his own muscles now warming up after a long day of standing behind the various monitors, matching your excitement as his fangs peek beneath his lips, adding onto his ferocity.
He launched himself at you once more, though you met him halfway, letting your body twist away from his grip as your feet met his ankles, swiping them with ease and making him fall to his knees, earning yourself an annoyed gruff from the fearsome leader.
It took him by surprise, but it did nothing to stop him from trying once more, able to snag a bit of your shorts, only for you to kick him away.
He grinned, able to finally catch a glimpse of how you perform with your squad out in the field.
“Don’t think I’ll let you off that easily.” Miguel stood back on two, the thrill of sparring with you coursing through his veins.
“Always have to make things difficult.” A promise you always made sure to fulfill, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
His size and strength had a greater advantage over your own, but your speed and nimbleness outmatched his, like a desperate hungry wolf attempting to catch a swift rabbit.
Every lunge was met with a dodge, a flip, a twist or a tricky move, anything to ensure that you were just mere inches away from his grasp, a game of cat and mouse where you controlled the floor.
“You going to keep running from me, conejita?” Miguel huffed out through a grin, his own heart racing as he watched you stand from across the room, his fingers itching to grab you once more, mind scrambling to find a quick solution to hinder how slippery you were.
“Not unless you can catch me, Spider–Man .” You taunt with a wink sent his way. He swiped at your leg, only for you to dodge it once more, though the loud thwick! of your web coming from your wrist alerted his ears first as you pulled yourself up, alerting the system in the area to create structures that replicated Nueva York, placing you both in a realistic setting to practice web swinging.
You knew it was probably going to annoy him, but that seemingly made it all more fun.
“That’s not fair!” He called out, but he was far from irritated, enjoying the chase as much as you were.
“You didn’t say it was a rule~” You sing–song, earning you an eye roll from Miguel, but it did nothing to stop the warmth in his chest as he followed suit and summoned his own red webs from his wrist, trailing right behind you as you swung around and climbed the buildings.
Warmth spread throughout your body as you note the way his hair fell forward, how the sweat glistening on his body added a shine onto his flexing muscles, the glint on his fangs making heat pool in your belly.
He watched the way your body twisted and spun, his blood pumping in his veins viciously as he eyes your curves with a primal hunger.
His fangs itched to dig into your flesh.
Patience.
He instead elected to climb and jump his way across buildings, his upper body strength able to carry him faster than his own webs could as his muscles tensed with power. You were both in your natural element, the contrast of your battle strategies complementing each other.
A web was summoned once more, but your body jerked as you felt a hand wrap around your ankle and tug — hard.
Snap!
There went your web, and there went you being sent towards the ground, just barely landing on twos, but your senses went off once more, landing a hard block with your arm as Miguel had just attempted to land a fair hit on your person.
Right, left, right, left, left, right—
Block, dodge, block, block, dodge—
It was incredible sparring with you, finally able to experience first hand combat with you at only half your power while you took his at face value. You were incredibly strong; a challenging partner that tested his own abilities and pushed him to become stronger to protect others — to protect you.
You were able to land a few fair hits just as he did you, heart thrumming in a fast rhythm as you practically danced around him, showing off more than you should to remind him that he wasn’t the only one that was a challenging foe. You grew distracted as his hair fell over his face, the red glow in his eyes made it more difficult to focus as you could feel them piercing into your very soul and watching your every move. Every graze of his hand on your skin went straight to your core, his touch reminding you of the many days and nights spent together moaning each other’s names or laying bare beneath the covers, just being together.
Miguel suppressed his full strength, careful to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt you all the while feeling fire in his belly at the sight of you, your fighting style beautiful and elegant, all amplified by your own beauty. He could see you relax, the tension leaving your shoulders as you were in your element. Though his tongue dragged along his teeth as he watched your body move, missing your soft skin on his as your muscles flexed. The sports bra did little to hold up your pliable mounds as you dodged him, the sight of you making his blood rush to his cock.
A fire burned wildly between you both, the tension melting as you both glistened with sweat, hearts set ablaze with the thrill of the chase, the fight, the lust –
As if the universe knew what he needed, Miguel saw an opening and in seconds looped his arm around your back and tossed you onto the ground, immediately grabbing a hand to pin it behind you and wrap a free arm around your neck, locking you into a hold.
His heart pounded in his ears as did yours while holding you down, the bicep wrapped around your throat constricting your airflow just a smidge.
“Tap out.” He huffed, pressing his nose against your hair and inhaling your shampoo mixed with your sweat, the pheromones invading his lungs in the most delicious way possible.
“No.” You groan out, but his hold on you only tightens; bicep flexing and his thighs forcefully spreading yours apart, though it only serves to make the wet spot in your panties grow.
“Tap out or else.” He flexed his arm as the grip around your wrist tightened. The feeling of his body pressed against your own sent shivers up and down your spine, every inch of muscle pressed against you made you instinctively recall all those nights spent together, your walls pulsing around nothing.
Though you really didn’t want to give in, you knew that any attempt to thwart him off of you was useless. Your hand tapped the floor twice, the sound of your defeat sweetening his victory, but although the session ended, he couldn’t help but grind his raging hard-on against your plush ass, able to feel the outline of his heavy bulge between your cheeks.
How long has it been since you two have been together this way? Already forgetting what it felt like to be folded in various ways, missing the feeling of your walls gripping him tight as he saws into, filling your womb with his seed as your nails dug into his back.
How he missed the way you’d cry out his name as he grunted into your ear and finished inside you.
“I missed you baby, I missed you so much.” He groaned as part of the suit demoralized, letting his heavy cock free and bucking his hips, the friction rubbing against his shaft sending electricity throughout his body.
“Miguel—“ You choked out, lifting your hips to grind against his hardened length, the scent of his musk and sweat swirling in your lungs — intoxicating .
You were both riled up from the sparring session, bodies rubbing against one another as dopamine burst between you both, leaving you to succumb to needy messes for one another, unable to restrain yourself as you were finally in his hold.
“Te necesito mi vida. Tell me, tell me you want this and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it all to you.” He panted out, unable to restrain his most vulnerable feelings for you as he finally had you in his grasp, the idea of going back to work now tossed into the deepest depths, forgotten as his head was filled with thoughts of you and you only.
Your breath hitched with every grind, mind growing fuzzy as the arm that kept your head still was unmoving, locking you in place as his large hand released your wrist and rested against your hip, fingers giving you a teasing squeeze.
The hell with any more decency, it’s been too long.
“I missed you too, I need you Miguel, please.”
Your voice echoed out throughout the facility, uncaring of any passersby that could potentially catch you two in the act, but you were with Miguel.
You were safe.
Without another warning you were flung over his shoulder, letting out a small yelp as the colors of the familiar portal shimmered behind you, only to reappear in a different yet familiar space, one you haven’t seen in a long time:
His bedroom.
“Lyla, system silence for twenty four hours.”
“Right away boss man!” The AI responded cheerfully as she had now gone silent for the time being, leaving only the sounds of each other’s harsh breathing filling the room.
Before you could move Miguel rushed you, pinning your back against the wall and pressing a hot kiss against your lips, his suit dematerializing fully and leaving nothing to the imagination as his bare hands roamed over your skin, groping and kneading while his tongue tasted yours.
Words became unnecessary to express the longing that was felt as he tore your outfit to shreds with his claws and hoisted you up against the wall, his cock pulsing as it teased your entrance, eliciting a loud and needy whine from you, but he wouldn’t allow himself to ravage you.
Yet.
A string of saliva connected you both as he pulled away, his hair a disheveled mess as his eyes glowed that familiar beautiful shade of crimson.
“How long’s it been mi amor? Hm?” The rhetorical question was laid out, but the answer was as clear as the night sky.
Weeks of restless nights spent in your room without him by your side while your fingers were buried knuckle deep in your cunt as the four walls were decorated with the sound of his name falling from your lips flashed in your mind.
Too long without his touch.
Too long without his kiss.
Too long without him .
“Too fucking long.” You responded on a shaky exhale, nails dragging along his broad shoulders as he leaned down and kissed your neck, fangs gliding along your skin teasingly.
“Damn right.” He groans as he leans in and unhinged his jaw, a loud pained moan echoing throughout his room as his fangs dug into your flesh, your nails decorating his biceps with red lines in response, pussy fluttering as the arousal in his body transformed the liquid stored in his system, sharing his feelings with yours straight into your bloodstream.
Your body began to heat up with the familiar ache between your legs, toes curling as your juices dripped down his shaft, coating him in your excitement as he licked the blood dripping down your shoulder, his grip tightening on your thighs for just a moment.
“You taste so good mi vida, but I want to eat something better.” He spoke through a grin. With ease he moved you up the wall and rested your legs on his shoulders, licking his lips as he eyed your soaked folds, dripping and pulsing with need.
“Miguel please.” You whine once more, hips bucking to meet his plush mouth as your mind grows fuzzy.
His hips twitched, your whiny pleads going straight to his cock.
“Anything for you mi princesa.” With that he leans in, tongue peeking out and licking a greedy stripe up, grinning as your legs tense up and shake slightly from the extra sensitivity he graciously gave you from his venom.
In fear of tearing a hole in the wall you elected to run your finger through his silky locks and grip his hair, grounding you as he slurped every ounce of pleasure, tongue working expertly to dip inside you and allow his lips to wrap around your clit and suck.
You were sweet ambrosia coating his lips and dripping down his chin, able to taste the weeks worth of pent up frustration and longing on his tongue, digging in to a meal he’s been craving for ages as his hands reach up and palm your breasts, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipples and sending sparks of electric pleasure across your body.
His name spilled from your lips, Miguel letting out a hiss as your nails raked across his scalp, back arching off the wall as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. It was all fog, your head clouded with lust as the heat boiling in your belly was on the brink of spilling over, legs shaking and hips bucking to bury his face in your heat, wanting to be as close to him as much as possible.
His tongue wrote poems against you, writing his own name with the soft muscle against your flesh. A hand slid down your body and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself to the sweet sounds of your moans. He always knew he was a man who loved to eat, and being unable to do so for such a long period of time left him ravenous, nearly drunk off of your juices as he rubs his nose against your clit and kisses your pussy with passion. He thumbs the head as he spreads your juices down his shaft, devouring you like a man starved and letting his own moans slip, loving the way you tugged his hair as he pushed you to your peak.
“Miguel I’m gonna–”
“That’s it corazón, do it, cum for me.” He panted out as he squeezed a breast and fisted his hand faster and faster, the pressure slowly building as he sucked on your clit and moaned against you, the vibrations against your flesh being the final push. Your legs shook as stars sparkled beneath your eyelids as an earth shattering orgasm ripped through your body, chanting his name like a prayer as your thighs engulfed his head, squeezing the sides of his temple.
Multiverse knows how much you loved it when he ate you out, but he in fact loved giving it more, the taste of you on his tongue like honey and citrus addicting, and the sounds you made–
He pulled away, stroking himself as he finally caught a breath of fresh air, though he wanted nothing more than to bury his face back in for round two.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” You huffed out, earning you a gentle bite on your inner thighs, Miguel smirking as he licks up a small trickle of blood and peering up at you beneath his lashes, eyeing you like a full course meal.
“You know I always do.”
Oh man did you know.
“But I want more.”
Of course he did, just like always.
He gave your sopping pussy a long kiss, making your body jerk from the sensitivity as he gave it one final kitten lick. You gasp as he moves you from the wall and tosses you on top of his bed large enough to fit three Kingpins and then some.
Your heart pumped wildly as you pushed yourself up on your elbows ready to say something with that quick tongue, only the words were caught in your throat as he began to crawl to you from the edge of the bed, eyeing his heavy length between his thick thighs weeping with pre.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He taunted, his heart pulsing with every inch of space he closed as he took in every inch of your body.
He spent so many hours of the day losing himself to the thought of you, letting himself indulge in his fantasies of
“More like a spider.” You retorted, earning a hearty chuckle as the bed dipped beneath his weight while you pushed yourself backwards, your back meeting the plush pillows while you kept your eyes on his, locking in each other’s gazes.
“Is that so my pretty girl?”
He cooed as he finally closed the space, his nose touching your as he fanned your lips with his bated breath, the tension dangling between you both suffocating.
“Yes sir.”
His pupils blew wide like saucers, the use of the title like sweet music to his ears.
Too. Fucking. Long.
His lips crashed onto yours as he pushed your thighs open with his own, showing off the advantageous strength as you lay beneath him, that raw strength that overpowered you mere moments ago on full display, just like you needed.
Though a passionate and gentle lover, he couldn’t resist with the way your hands were splayed across his wide chest and how you bucked your hips up with desire.
Not tonight.
A hand reached up and held your jaw, positioning his weeping cock at your entrance and sliding it between your folds, coating himself with a sweet layer of nectar that made him extra sensitive, already feeling the pressure in his abdomen ready to burst.
He looms over you and leans down, leaving no room for you to run as he cages you in with his massive frame, whispering against your lips as his eyes never left yours.
“Eyes on me mi vida, I want to see the look on your face when I spread you open.” He growls as he sees the lust swirling in your eyes, seeing his own sinful reflection in them.
He knew once he started it would be far from over.
A choked moan left his lips as he pushed the head in, his muscles flexing as your walls fluttered open for him, accepting every delicious and thick inch and he sank into you.
The sheets were bunched beneath your death grip, every vein dragging along your velvet wetness making your back arch of the bed, eyes almost rolling back to the back of your head at the stretch, only for a squeeze on your jaw to bring your back to your senses, struggling to keep your focus on him as he keeps pushing and pushing and pushing—
“That’s it, there you go. That’s my girl, let me know how good I make you feel.” He speaks through gritted teeth and furrowed brows, his sanity nearly snapping in half as he bottoms out, full and snug.
Ruby shimmered in his eyes, fangs now elongated as he rolled his hips, tip nearly kissing your back wall.
Pleasantries were over when you locked your ankles behind his back.
Both wrists were pinned above your head with one as the other slid down to your neck, fingers grazing your pulse and holding your throat as he pulled out, the anticipation of what’s to come only serving to excite the both of you.
The air was forced out of you as he slammed his hips into yours, the bed creaking dangerously as buried himself in you over and over again, completely unchained as he fucked
“Fuck!” You cried out as he sawed into you, your airflow constricted as he squeezed your throat.
“Yeah I am, I’ll— hah — fuck you until you can’t walk, and then I’ll keep fucking you until your pretty little head can only think of me.”
His words sent a wave of heat through your body, walls clamping down on his cock and forcing a broken whimper from him.
You both knew you could slip from his grip if you tried, but you allowed him to take control, to release all of his pent up frustrations and stress into you, all the while giving up your own, a sign of your unquestionable trust in him that he rightfully earned through trial and tribulation.
“So good mi vida, so fucking good and all mine.” He growled as he released your wrists and your neck, hands now gripping the headboard to fuck you with abandon, the material creaking beneath his grip as you dig your nails into his back and teeth meet his neck, leaving more marks as his strokes pick up the pace, becoming desperate and sloppy, the sensitivity leaving you both sweaty messes succumbing to the most primal needs.
“You feel so good Mig. I- ngh fucking missed you.” You moaned into his neck, biting down his shoulder as liquid magma coursed through your veins, the coil beneath your naval wound up tighter and tighter, only able to let out pathetic whimpers to express the pleasure he was giving you.
He could feel your body tense and shake, feeling that familiar pulse of your soft warm walls ready to milk him dry as he too was near his end.
“I feel you baby, I feel you. Come on, cum on my cock, take my cum, let me breed my pussy, fucking take it—”
By his command you let go, legs trembling in the air as he bottomed out and pressed into you, attempting to fill you as much as possible as he filled your womb to the brim, hips stuttering and abs tensing as rope after thick rope spills inside you.
His heart pounded in his ears, the glazed and doe-eyed look on your features making his heart stutter as he takes a moment to capture that relaxing look, reminding himself why he does what he does.
You panted heavily as you eyed the way strands of dark hair curtained his shape features, the darkness shrouding his face enhancing the predatorial look in his crimson eyes.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m done with you.”
Before you knew it he lifted you off the bed with him without him pulling out, ensuring you didn’t spill a single drop. Your breasts pressed up against his chest as his hands gripped your ass, though he gave no time to think as he allowed gravity to be his ally and sank you back down onto him, his hips meeting yours and breathing harshly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, forced to bounce on him and take every inch once again.
“Feel so fucking good mi amor, sucking me dry, mierda –” He grunts, fingers digging into your flesh and chasing another round of pleasure as your sensitive folds squeeze around him, juices dripping on the floor and leaving an embarrassing wet spot.
“H-Harder, fuck, please —“ You were barely able to get the words out, but he easily followed suit as he readjusted his grip, now pulling you down to him harder as he fucked you wildly, his cock abusing that bundle of nerves inside you. Heat built up once again, rising faster than before as the venom worked well to help you cum over and over again.
“Eres mía, eres todo mía.” Miguel panted out, swiftly pressing another searing kiss against your lips as his cock twitched inside you, fang pricking your lip as he felt his abs tense up again, forcing you to take another hot load while murmuring sweet nothing to you in his native tongue.
Your greedy cunt accepted it as your walls death gripped him, body a trembling mess floating on cloud nine. Absolute ecstasy overtook your person, instinctively bringing his face to your other shoulder, silently begging him to inject you once again.
Without another word he obliged, his tongue licking your skin and placing a soft kiss against it, then sinking his fangs inside of you and filling your veins with his venom, your bodies heating up once again, already moving you to bend over his bed, fingers tangled in your hair.
The sounds of wet skin on skin slapping against each other reverberated around the room for nearly four hours, hearts beating wildly as two lovers forced apart by entire universes were finally reunited once again, the evidence of it being the various wet stains around his condo, the marks left on skin each other's skin and a broken bed.
Now here you both lay on the couch, cock snug inside you as you lay on top of him, head resting on his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on your back, eyeing each pretty mark left on your skin. The venom was now diluted, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.
Miguel took a moment to note each mark that may look a bit concerning, noting to run a bath for you later. He knew you loved the ownership and possession, but he couldn’t help but worry that sometimes he’d go too far, always checking in every time you begged for him to leave a reminder of his ownership of you on your skin.
“You okay baby?” Miguel whispers against your hair, placing his free hand against your cheek and stroking your skin.
A small hum swam in your throat as you held his wrist, thumb reflecting the motions he made on your back.
“We need to reinforce the bed though.” You chuckled.
He eyed what was once a stable piece of furniture on the other side of the room: the metal headboard where his hands were was absolutely crushed, the bed lopsided, nearly fully on the floor as the material that was holding it up was now broken into pieces. He made a face, but he waved it off, not caring much for it anyway.
“I’ll just buy a new one.” He said nonchalantly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to pay out of pocket for a new one, but that was just a simple replacement for him.
You looked up and gave him a knowing look, brow raised.
“Miguel, if you keep buying new beds instead of fixing them, you'll just be wasting your money.”
He let out an amused huff, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I would buy ten beds if it meant I could fuck you on them.” He smirks, chest rumbling from a laugh as you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t miss the way your chest warmed at the notion.
“You’re ridiculous.” You muttered, placing a soft kiss against his strong nose.
“You love me.” Miguel rebutted, cupping your cheek once again and capturing your gaze, nothing but adoration for you in his eyes.
“I do. Very much.” You spoke with a content sigh, heart fluttering as he pressed his lips against yours, the kiss as soft as his heart was for you.
“But I love you more.”
You let out a small giggle.
Of course he did.
“Yeah yeah.”
You lay your head back down, listening to his heartbeat, only to be interrupted by him speaking once more, his tone light.
“...Think we should take a vacation?”
…We?
“We?”
His fingers massaged the base of your neck, making you let out an involuntary groan as he relaxed the muscles, the tension melting away.
“Mhm. You, me and wherever we want to go.” It was true he carried the weight of being the protector of the multiverse, but Jess and others have been pushing him to take a break, to relieve him of his position for a while and entrust one of them to cover him.
Your eyes began to grow heavy as you imagined yourself spending a two week vacation at various locations, enjoying the sun or the snow, but you were too tired to even think about traveling away from Nueva York.
At least right now.
“I think I’m fine just being here with you with a box of pizza.”
He chuckled, nodding as
“Which will be here in–” He flicked his watch up, eyeing the ETA of the delivery man. “twenty-four minutes.”
You hummed, feeling a light growl in your stomach as you eye the subtle crows feet on his eyes and the small swoop of gray growing in his hair, but mostly seeing the softness in his features, radiating calm and content.
Maybe a vacation with Miguel wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“A vacation sounds nice though.” You mention as a yawn escapes you, placing a hand on his chest and running your fingers through the fuzz. “Always wanted to visit Japan.” You slide the comment in there, hoping he’d get the hint.
Miguel grinned. “Then it’s settled. I’ll plan it while you get some rest.” He draped a blanket over you, tucking the fabric to give you maximum comfort, able to feel your heart rate slow and your breathing deepen. “I’ll wake you when food’s here.”
He felt you nod, though that being the last thing you’d do before you slipped into dreamland.
Miguel smiled, pulling up a holoscreen that listed flights and hotels in Japan, eyeing which one offered the best of the best, already planning a comfortable vacation for the both of you.
Mostly for you though.
He looked down at you once again, imagining you in a dress and a sun hat while admiring the cherry blossoms.
Maybe he should get that engagement ring ordered finally.
“Te quiero mucho.” He breathed out, heart full as he returned to look back at the screen, content to be able to finally find some time to be with you.
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