Don’t hold back (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader)

It was a brisk fall evening as you entered your flat in downtown nueva york. Hanging up your coat and keys by the door. You slip off your shiny black work heels and feel the soft welcome mat press against your tired and sore feet. You usually sat at an office desk for work but today your boss decided he was in a bad mood and that he was going to make it your problem in particular. Running around between the break room for coffee, your desk to answer emails, and the printer room 2 floors up was exhausting, especially when the elevator was out of service.

You were more than ready to collapse in bed and fall asleep but a sudden loud growl from your stomach told you that you wouldn’t be getting rest for a little while longer. You head down the small corridor to the bedroom and change out of your button down shirt and dress slacks and rummage through your husbands clothes for a loose fitting t-shirt. Your husband Miguel always seemed to find the dumbest and cheesiest of tees wherever you went but they were extremely comfy to say the least. Always some soft cotton material because the itchy polyester or thick wool bothered Miguel. His heightened senses and animal dna made his whole body sensitive to the slightest things that even clothes made him uncomfortable. So it’s not a surprise that his large “kiss me baby” t-shirt was huge on your smaller frame, one sleeve hanging off your shoulder and the hem of the shirt reaching your mid thighs. You took a glance at yourself in the full length mirror hanging off the back of the bedroom door, it made you giggle a little when you saw how the shirt dwarfed your body. Miguel really was huge and in all the right ways.

You head out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make a light dinner as you recalled the first night you saw him in all his naked glory. It was the night of your wedding, and it had been a long day, yet you both entered the flat full of energy, unable to keep your hands off of each other. A little tipsy from the late night drinks and the relief of finally having the stressful day done and over with, Miguel was desperate to get you out of your dress and you with his suit. Miguel was incredibly strong what with him being spiderman, but also all his days in the gym and his altered genetics. His broad shoulders were as wide as your bed pillow, soft pecs that made any shirt he wore stretch and strain around his chest, bulging biceps that felt so safe whenever he held you and enough to carry you in his arms with ease, rippling abs that you could trace over and admire for hours on end, strong calloused hands that felt so warm and gentle as they caressed your body carefully.

As cold and deadly as he can be while fighting supervillains across the multiverse, Miguel was so kind and gentle with you on your first night together. Constantly checking in on you with little kisses to your lips, asking if you’re comfortable or if anything feels sore, alway massaging some part of your body with careful hands, licking any marks he leaves on you and being cautious of his fangs whenever they graze your soft flesh. He was so sweet and gentle, taking care of everything, that it almost made you a little disappointed whenever you tried to return he favor, only for him to stop you and push you back down on the bed. He was a giver for sure and needed to be in charge during sex just like he was in every other aspect of your lives, but you felt like he deserved to take for once. You wanted him to be a little rough with you, to take what he wanted when he needed it, and to let you take care of him for once. Little did you know that you’d get your chance sooner than expected.

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It was after 11 pm that same night as you laid in bed in a light sleep. After watching some Netflix and scrolling through YouTube shorts you decided to get some rest early even though tomorrow was your day off. You suddenly woke up to hear the window in the living room shutting rather hard and heavy foot steps pacing around quickly. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and slowly got out of bed, opening the bedroom door and heading towards the living room where you saw Miguel still in his spider suit pacing back and work. He looked stressed, more than usual. Muttering in Spanish as he ran his hands through his damp and matted hair. He didn’t seem to notice you until to leaned against the wall and the soft city lights spilling from the window and illuminated your face.

“Miguel? What’s wrong?”

Before you could say anymore Miguel’s head shot up and his gaze pierced you like a bullet. In the shadows of your flat, Miguel’s eyes glowed with a deep red that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t hear it earlier with all of his muttering, but his breathing was heavy and ragged, deep growls rumbled from his chest as it rose and fell. You took a step back involuntarily as if your body anticipated Miguel moving towards you.

He was silent but his breathing grew louder as he approached you, shoulders hunched forward and his gaze never leaving yours, his footsteps were swift and silent, the brief sight of his claws making you sweat. In almost the blink of an eye, he was pinning you to the wall, his arms on either side of your head caging you in, his hot and heavy breaths dampening your forehead as he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhailing deeply. The low groan he let out after taking in your scent made your knees weak and you put a shaky hand on his chest. Immediately his hand grabbed your wrist and he pulled his face away to look at you again.

Slowly he opened his mouth and finally spoke to you in a deep rumbling voice that made you melt even more. “Hermosa… Mi hermosa esposa, te quiero mucho.” You swallowed audibly as he parted his lips, revealing his ever deadly yet exciting fangs and brought your hands to his face, kissing and licking your fingers and letting his fangs catch on your skin.

You watch him, almost hypnotized, as you lick your lips, eyes turning half-lidded as you take your free hand and drag it up his thigh. Your soft touch earns a shiver from him as his muscles tense under your fingers. Eventually you find what you were searching for as your hand runs over the large bulge in his suit. Miguel groans as your start to rub his erection through his suit, his grip on your wrist loosening and tightening as he buries his face in your neck again and takes in deep breaths of your scent. His heavy panting tickles you neck and you have to bite your lip in order not to laugh out loud but Miguel feels the shaking of your chest and shoulders and pulls away to glare at you. You look up at him trying to read his next move when you’re suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder. You gasp and quickly grab onto Miguel’s suit, holding it tightly in your fists as he walks towards the bedroom.

He easily tosses you onto the bed and slams the door shut so hard you think you hear the wood crack a little from the force.

“Miguel, honey, what’s going on,” you ask with concern laced in your voice. As exciting as it is to see your husband desperate for you, you’re also worried because you’ve never seen him this… aggressive. He usually gets annoyed at small things but right now, to see him ripping at his suit when he’s usually so careful makes you wonder if something happened to him while working that made him extra pissed off.

He finally frees himself from the suit and you feel your face turn bright red at the sight of his hard cock springing up. It’s a beautiful shade of toasted caramel just like the rest of him, the wide flared tip flushed with a shade of dark pink. It’s thick and long, almost a full 9 inches, and the bulging, pulsing veins makes you squeeze your thighs together. Miguel seems to have relaxed a bit now that he was out of his spidey suit and climbed onto the bed with you, gingerly cupping your face in his hands as he pulls you close to his chest.

“Lo siento mi amor, I just can’t control myself today. I want you so badly. I need you.” His breathing turns heavy again as he leans you back, supporting your body as on hand presses into the small of your back and the other slides under the loose t-shirt to squeeze your sensitive breast. You let out a soft moan and bring your arms to wrap around his broad shoulders, threading your fingers through his hair as he leans into your neck and sucks the delicate skin.

You struggle to speak between soft moans and whimpers as his fangs drag across the nape of your neck. Sharp points tugging on your skin as they catch on the small veins and crevices made as you tilt your head back to expose more of yourself to his mouth. “I know Miguel, but why. Did something happen to you? You’re not usually this… this…”

“Desperate?” He nips your shoulder and you inhale sharply.

“Aggressive. I was going to say aggressive. Did someone get on your nerves more than usual? Did you have a bad fight?” You try to keep a calm and steady tone as Miguel continues to mouth at your skin and palm your breast, leaving your body tingly and numb from the roughness.

“It’s. Complicated.” He grunts as he quickly takes his claws to your shirt and cuts through it like it’s air. You gasp and let out a loud moan as his lips surround your right nipple and you feel his warm, wet tongue begin to circle the sensitive bud. Your body shudders and your grip in his hair tightens as his fangs dig into your skin, not enough to pierce skin but enough to feel the sharp prick on your sensitive flesh.

“More complicated than living a double life?” You tease only to hiss in pain as his fangs sink into your skin. There’s a fiery burn as you feel your skin being stretched and a dull throbbing sensation. Just as quick as the pain started you feel your body going numb and your strength leaving you slowly. Your grip weakens and you fall into Miguel’s broad chest, his heartbeat strong and steady in your ear.

“W-what did you do, M-miguel-“

“Shhh hermosa. I can’t have you running away from me.” He gently pets your hair as his spider venom slowly courses through your veins and dulls your senses. You feel like you’ve taken one too many shots of tequila as a fire begins pooling in your gut.

“I need you calm when I explain.”

You manage to nod with what little control you have left over your body as miguel adjusts his position and sits you up against the bed headboard. You watch dazed as he pulls off your panties and spreads your legs wide enough for his hips to fit. The usual discomfort from the stretching becoming an erotic tug that concentrates in your lower regions. Miguel picks up on the shift in your body and the liquid pleasure that begins seeping out of you makes him smirk.

“Dios mio, you smell so good for me. Eres una buena chica para mi, already wet for my cock.”

You let out a pitiful whimper as Miguel rubs your folds with his fingers, spreading the increasing wetness all over your heat and inner thighs. The smell of your arousal almost makes him lose control but he keeps firm and continues to tease your pussy, pressing his thumb to circle your sensitive clit. You continue to shake and tremble at his touch, his hand feels heavier than usual and it would probably feel painful if it wasn’t for the aphrodisiac-like effect his venom was having on your body.

You struggle to respond, he still hasn’t given you an answer to his odd behavior. Not that you’re complaining. He knew you had a praise kink and he would openly compliment you whenever he could. But the way he said it this time, as if teasingly shaming you about how turned on you were, plus the dirty language he usually never used, it made your insides throb. You wanted to hear more of this sexy dirty talk, hear more of his deep voice and mother tongue praising you.

“Miguel… please…” you manage to breathe out. “Tell me.” Your words get stuck in your throat as you watch him bring his soaked fingers to his lips and lick them clean, his expression one of satisfaction as he savors the taste of you. He finishes sucking his fingers and chuckles lowly as he takes in your flushed expression.

“It’s mating season cariño,” he whispers lustfully in your ear, nipping at your cheek with his fangs and making you squeal in surprise. “And someone forgot to make my suppressants in time. I need to mate so I don’t go completely insane. So I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up and you’re filled with my cum.”

If you were standing right now, your legs would’ve given out the moment he uttered the words “mating season”. You always knew that the animal dna in his body had weird side effects like his fangs and claws, but a mating season? It sounded like something out of a horny fanfiction. Not that you read those kinds of things. At least not when there was someone around to catch you.

You were stuck in your head wondering how this mating season thing worked. Whether fucking would just make him calm down or if he’d actually have to get you pregnant before this mating thing passed. Your vacant stare into space aggravated Miguel since your attention was no longer focused solely on him. His mind raced with ideas of what could be going on your head that was so distracting when he was naked and hard in front of you. His jealous side kicked in when he thought of you thinking about another man. It was a total shot in the dark, just plain delusion, he knew you’d never cheat on him. You belong to him and were his alone. But his animal instincts kicked into overdrive making his possessiveness take over. He didn’t want you focused on anything besides taking his cum.

He grabbed your wrists tightly which snapped you back to reality as you felt his sticky webs hold them together. He then sat up, kneeling on the bed with his cock still bouncing against his abs. He pulled you forward onto your knees as well and held your wrists up with one hand, the other cupping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him.

“Mi amor, now is not the time to get lost in your head. Don’t make me punish you.” As if to give you more motivation, or maybe threaten you a bit, he released your chin and dragged a long claw down your back. You did your best not to tremble under his sharp touch but that didn’t stop you from cursing in pain as he smacked your ass hard. You heard him chuckle again, his usually endearing and loving smile replaced with a dark and egotistical smirk. You glared up at him, staring at his dark red eyes, before looking down his chest to the tip of his cock. If he wanted you to focus on him, then you were going to do a hell of a job making sure he focused on you too. With all your confidence and whatever control of your body you had remaining, you leaned forward, ignoring the dull tugging on your shoulders as Miguel kept your arms above your head. You parted your lips slowly and stuck your tongue out to lick up the bead of precum sitting at his tip.

Miguel shuddered and shut his eyes, holding you in place as he felt your soft tongue begin to swirl around his sensitive tip. His heightened senses made your soft breaths feel like a hot summer breeze on his dick and he wanted to thrust his cock in your mouth right then and there. But something about the sight of you licking him so eagerly, so willingly, your soft lips brushing against his skin, the way your eyes fluttered shut as you took his tip in your mouth and hummed softly made his heart skip a beat and his hunger for you grow. He loved the sight of you pleasing him that he chastised himself for not doing this sooner. He never wanted to be rough or risk hurting you. He wanted you to feel like a goddess, like you were the most beautiful woman in the world and him your loyal servant only there to please you. He had his fill of being a leader while handling his secret spider society, but something about you made him want to tease you to no end until you were begging for him to use you. Maybe it was the mating hormones talking or maybe it was his inner desires coming to the surface. Either way, he was losing his composure and control. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to taste you. To love you, and fuck you all night into the late hours of next morning.

You felt a gentle hand glide up your back and Miguel’s claws running across your skin as you took more of his cock in your mouth. Using your tongue expertly, you sucked and slurped up the spit that leaked from your lips as Miguel pressed his hand against the back of your head. You shut your eyes, knowing what came next, but nothing could prepare you physically or mentally for the sheer force of his hips meeting your chin or the suffocating squeeze of his cock going down your throat. You gagged and struggled to pull away from him as tears fell down your cheeks, your eyes wide and pleading silently for air. But Miguel didn’t relent, instead he pulled out halfway, allowing a short gasp to escape from your throat before plugging it back up with a thrust just as hard as the first one. You coughed and gagged, feeling his claws tangle in your hair and pressing at your scalp as he thrust in and out of your mouth, groaning and cursing without shame.

“Mierda… Bebé…Y/N…. Te quiero. Te deseo. Be a good slut for me and let me cum in your mouth.”

You feel Miguel’s grip begin to loosen as his cock throbs in your mouth. Through the tears you blink up at him to see him biting his lip hard, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed in pleasure. You use the moment to pull away and gasp for air after the brutal pounding your throat took. When you’ve recovered, you see Miguel expressing a mix of frustration and desperation, maybe even a little pain as his fangs draw blood from his lips and his cock throbs with need.

“What’s the magic word?” You purr seductively, licking his shaft from base to tip, earning a deliciously strained moan from him.

“Please hermosa. Por favor. Make me cum with that gorgeous mouth of yours,” he whines submissively but there’s a growl beneath his tone that makes you blush and lean in, taking him as deep as you can go before getting a sweet and bitter taste in your mouth. You feel Miguel fist your hair tightly as he releases, filling your mouth with his seed, and it makes you moan around him, earning a shallow thrust as he finishes cumming.

Miguel pulls your arms and lifts you up to be almost eye level with him, his hand coming up to cup your chin again as his thumb runs across your bottom lip before slowly pushing your mouth open to reveal your throat painted white. His eyes remain fixated on your mouth as he licks his lips and says slowly, “swallow.”

Obediently, you close your mouth, his finger still hooked between your lips, and swallow the thick liquid slowly, allowing him to to feel each gulp. Once you finished, you parted your lips again and stuck your tongue out, showing your pink mouth completely licked clean.

In an instant, his lips were locked with yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue snaking around yours as his hands held your hips and pulled you close. You moaned into the kiss and shut your eyes, draping your bound arms around his neck and pulling his hair as he kneaded your ass slowly. You stayed like that for a while, just kissing and caressing each other and for a moment you thought that this mating season wasn’t all that bad. Maybe Miguel was just exaggerating how bad things would be, adding his usual bit of dramatics. But oh boy were you wrong.

Just as you were beginning to feel sleep creeping over you once more, Miguel broke away from the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting your numbed lips. You looked at him with hooded eyes that soon opened wide as he pushed you onto your back and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. You already knew what his intentions were as he eyed your pussy with a predatory hunger. He licked his lips, salivating at the sight of your glistening heat, the smell was so strong it made his head spin.

“Miggy, babe…” you started with a hesitant voice. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to stop him from completely devouring you but you wanted to stay sane at least until he finally started fucking you. His gaze snapped up at you as you gently cupped his cheek. His eyes were glazed over and you couldn’t see any speck of control or concern through the lust clouding his vision. You knew it wouldn’t do anything but you still said it anyways, “be gentle with me, okay?”

Miguel nodded slowly but once his gaze fell back to the space between your legs, it was like you never said a word. He attacked your insides like a man starved, his tongue lashing in and out of your sensitive folds, powerful and unrelenting. You fisted his hair and moaned loudly, unable to deny the immense pleasure he made you feel. His fangs scraped the sensitive skin around your clit and it made you shudder in excitement. Your body was already numb from the venom still coursing in your body but the idea of him giving you more of this fuzzy love drug had you leaking right onto his tongue.

Miguel had never seen you this wet before, to the point where he felt a little disappointed. He thought being gentle and sweet was what you wanted. But seeing you struggling to stay still, panting and moaning his name in a desperate attempt to keep him tame, it stung his pride a little. He always wanted to be gentle, but seeing your reaction to his roughness and disregard for your safety, he threw whatever remaining caution to the wind and decided to indulge himself in his carnal desires.

You gasped and felt your eyes roll back as his thick tongue pushed deeper into your heat, swirling around and lapping up the juices that seeped out of you. You could feel Miguel’s heavy breath on your clit and cursed loudly as his lips puckered around the sensitive bud, making your hips grind against his face, begging him to pleasure you more. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach tighten into a knot, your breathing becoming more ragged as you peeked at Miguel, his eyes shut and expression relaxed as he sucked your clit. As if sensing your oncoming release, Miguel opened his mouth wider and engulfed your folds, his tongue fucking you at a speed you didn’t think was possible and sucking your clit until it felt numb.

You tried to warn him but you couldn’t find the words, his name spilling from your lips like a symphony to his ears as he felt your legs tighten and spasm around his head. The taste of your release sweet on his tongue and addictive as ever. He continued to eat you out, extending your orgasm for as long as he could until you managed to find your strength and squirm away from his mouth.

You breathed heavily, eyes shut as you tried to calm your racing heart. Which was a mistake as Miguel took the chance to flip you over and pull your hips up into the air. Your face was buried in the mattress and you could feel Miguel’s cock slap against your ass, thick and heavy, ready to go. You let out a submissive whine as you rocked your hips side to side, feeling his cock nestle into the crevice between your cheeks. You managed to get another moan from Miguel before he smacked your ass hard, claws scratching your skin.

“¡Basta! Niña traviesa. Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?” He leaned forward and licked the shell of your ear before dragging his tongue down the side of your neck and biting down hard. You moaned loudly as your hips pressed against his. You couldn’t deny it. Despite having cum already, you wanted more. More of this, dominating, demanding, selfish Miguel.

“Please miggy, papi, fuck me.”

Your begging was quiet, desperate, and enough to make Miguel go wild. He grabbed your thighs and pushed them together, sliding his hard cock between the soft and wet flesh. He groaned with each thrust, catching your clit at an angle that made you flinch each time and coat his cock with more of your juices

“More. Beg for me more. Necesito saberlo. ¿Cuanto me quieres?” He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled just enough for your head to lift off the bed so he could hear you speak clearly.

“Please! Te quiero! Te quiero mucho!” You desperately shouted in broken Spanish. You were coming undone from the inside out, desperate for him just as much as he was for you. “Fuck me miguel. Please I need you inside me!”

Hearing you beg for him in his mother tongue made Miguel weak. You looked so sexy begging for him already, but for you to ask for his cock so sweetly and desperately, he couldn’t resist giving you what you both wanted.

He spread your folds and lined himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against your wet hole. He gently rocked his hips, testing how loose you were. Despite his clouded judgment, he still couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. Even while he was hanging at the end of his rope. He eased the tip of his cock inside you, waiting for your sweet moans to spill from your lips before pushing further in.

Your delicate gasps turned into sharp curses as you felt his tip spread you open and quickly hit your cervix. It wasn’t a foreign feeling, but one you still hadn’t gotten used to. Your insides fluttered against the stretch of his cock, pulling a strangled moan of your name from his lips. His girth stretched you so much that even through the venom you felt the pain. And oh gods did that pain feel good.

You were lost in the painful pleasure of being filled when Miguel began to pull out, digging his claws into the fat of your ass as your insides hugged his length tight, squeezing the sensitive and engorged tip until he felt like he could cum right then and there. He slammed his hips forward, forcing his cock deep into you as his balls slapped against your clit. You moaned his name and gripped the bedsheet tightly, bracing yourself for more. Miguel took notice and he wasn’t about to disappoint you.

He pulled out and thrust in, starting slowly and after every five or six thrusts he’d speed up, keeping a tight grip on your ass as he fucked you. The slight curve of his dick made his hard tip rub against the sweet spot inside you and made you see stars each time he hit it. You could barely make a sound other than broke moans, even as Miguel rambled on in a mess of English and spanish.

“Que linda eres, my love. So bueno para mi. Fuck, eres hermosa , tan sexy inclinada así. Stay like this, just like this. Let me cuidarte. I’m gonna fuck you tan bueno.”

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppy, speeding up then slowing down as he kissed your back between your shoulder blades. You could feel the drool dripping from his fangs each time he pulled back to admire a hickey or bite mark left on your skin. Soon, you could feel a second orgasm building up in your core and Miguel was desperate to have it.

“Miguel please. Babe, I can’t take much more. I’m gonna cum soon!”

“Damelo bebé. Quiero verte. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock. Give it to me. Grita para mi.”

Miguel bit your neck hard and sucked up the blood that seeped out. The light snack gave him a boost of inhuman energy that he used to pound into you as if he hadn’t just spent the past half hour railing you into oblivion. He smacked your ass hard, leaving bright red gashes in your skin as he fucked you into the mattress. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was close to cumming, he wanted you to know too.

“Cum for me, hermosa. Let me feel it. Cum and I’ll make you nice and full. Hazlo ahora. Give it to me. Damelo damelo damelo!”

His thrusts were unrelenting and brutal, it was borderline abuse of your insides and you were sure you were going to be bruised inside and out the next day. But you couldn’t deny him any longer. You felt the knot in your stomach snap and you screamed this name at the top of your lungs. Your body seizing and shaking as your orgasm wreaked havoc on your body. You were frozen in place, mind going blank as Miguel continued his desperate assault on your insides. It wasn’t long after your body gave out and you went limp on the bed that you felt Miguel’s hips stutter to a halt and a rush of warmth fill your stomach. You whimpered softly as Miguel held your hips to his in a vice grip, refusing to loosen his hold for even a moment until his dick went soft and slipped out of your stretched folds.

He sat back on his heels, one hand wiping the sweat from his forehead and the other still clawed in your ass, his eyes fixated on the slow drip of white running down your legs. The only thing you heard was your own racing heartbeat and the mixed panting from you both overlapping one another.

After what felt like an eternity condensed into one or two minutes, you managed to roll onto your back and look up at Miguel who was still recovering from his high. You managed to escape from the bright webs holding your wrists together as they had weakened over time. Rubbing the slight bruising on your skin, you sat up with a groan from the soreness in your hips and gently took Miguel’s face in your hands, kissing his forehead softly.

“Are you feeling any better now?” You look at him and try to read his expression but you’re only met with an apologetic smile as you’re pulled into his lap and feel his dick hard once more, pressing against your stomach.

“Lo siento, mi amor. I won’t be done for while. I told you I was going to fuck you till morning came, and you know I’m a man of my word.” He brushed some stray hairs from your face and kissed you softly, rubbing your back as an early apology for what he was going to do next.

You slowly break from the kiss and make him meet your gaze, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb as your rest your forehead against his.

“Don’t be sorry. You know I’d do anything to help you.” You give him a quick peck on the lips before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and lifting your hips, pressing your leaking hole to his tip. “So use me to your hearts content. I’m your wife after all. If I can’t help you with this mating season thing, then why did you even propose to me in the first place?”

You giggle and it gets a small light hearted chuckle from Miguel as he holds your hips and kisses your neck, specifically the fresh bruises forming on your skin.

“What would I ever do without you, mi vida. You’re so good to me. I feel like I don’t deserve you.”

You press a gentle finger to his lips, hushing him with a gentle smile on your face.

“You deserve everything good in the multiverse, Miguel. Don’t you dare think otherwise or I’ll have to beat some sense into you with my chancla.”

Miguel let out a real laugh this time, a strong rumble that fills the room with his voice and makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Okay, mi amor. I won’t say anything sad tonight from here on out. Happy now?”

You smirk at him and slowly roll your hips, drawing a soft groan from Miguel’s lips as his hips buck upwards towards you involuntarily.

“I know something you can do to make me even happier.”

“And what might that be?”

“Put a baby inside me,” you whisper seductively in his ear.

You feel his hands grab your hips in a vice grip, claws dig into your flesh as he looks at you.

“Oh you asked for it mocosa. I’m not holding back now.”

You scoff at him and roll your eyes, trying to hide the look of discomfort on your face as he slowly lowers you onto his lap, stretching you once more

“I doubt it’d be any harder to handle than what you were doing before,” you tease, rolling your hips once you feel his thick thighs press against your plush ass cheeks.

Miguel groan and tightened his hold on you even more, stilling your movements no matter how much you resisted. It didn’t matter though, as you met his gaze and all will to resist vanished in an instant under his intense stare.

“Let’s see how long you can keep running that smart mouth of yours. Soon you’ll be begging me to stop.”

You tilted your head back and laughed, ignoring the desperate throbbing between your legs.

“Go ahead spider man.”

“Mierda. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, chica.”

“Bring it on, puta.”

Rough translations

Hermosa… Mi hermosa esposa, te quiero mucho. - beautiful… my beautiful wife, I want you so much

Lo siento mi amor - I’m sorry my love

Dios mio - my gods

Eres una buena chica para mi - you’re such a good girl for me

cariño - darling

Mierda - shit

Bebé - baby.

Te quiero. Te deseo. - I love you. I want you.

Por favor - please

¡Basta! Niña traviesa - Enough! Naughty girl

Necesito saberlo. ¿Cuanto me quieres? - I need to know. How much you want me.

Te quiero! Te quiero mucho! - I want you! I want you so much! Or I love you! I love you so much!

Que linda eres, my love. - you’re so cute

So bueno para mi. - so good for me

Fuck, eres hermosa , tan sexy inclinada así. - fuck you re so beautiful, so sexy bent over like that

Let me cuidarte. - let me take care of you

I’m gonna fuck you tan bueno. - I’m gonna fuck you so good

Damelo bebé. Quiero verte. - give it to me baby. I want to see you.

Grita para mi. - scream for me.

Hazlo ahora - do it now

mi vida - my life

mocosa - brat

Puta - bitch