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Miguel wasted no time bending you over his desk, in a rush in case there were other spiders still lurking around. You winced as the few items on his tidy desk were strewn about, the spider uncaring as his claws made an appearance.
“ Shhhh, ” he blew in your ear as you gasped at the feeling of him scratching down your sides to the waistband of your pants. You shuddered as your body struggled with the sensation of feeling ticklish at the sharpness of his talons slightly pricking you.
Miguel chuckled darkly at your reaction, ripping the seat of your suit clean off.
“Not so big and brave now are you, cariño,” he questioned as he kissed your neck, hand dipping into your underwear, the other holding your hips steady. You bite your lip holding in a moan, glaring daggers of your shoulder.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he growls, fingers meeting wetness. You were painfully aroused, pushing your hips downwards into the palm of his hand. He pulls his hand away, denying you any type of reprieve.
“Not so fast,” Miguel tuts over your whines, “after the stunt you just pulled you are going to have to earn your rewards.”
“ Miiiguelll ,” you draw out his name, voice lowered, muscles tensing as you try hard to hold still as the spider shifts his wrist. Long thick fingers tease your sex, giving you a taste of both heaven and hell as the pleasure is good, just not enough .
“Por favor mi amor, I can’t ,” you begin to plead quietly, knowing that’s probably what the man was wanting— you reduced to tears, begging for him.
“Por favor, por favor,” he snickers meanly, “por favor what? You can beg all you want mi vida, but that’s not what’s going to get you what you want this time.”
You sniffle, trying to gather your thoughts despite the mind numbing feeling of Miguel purposefully applying pressure near where he knows you’re sensitive.
How unfair
“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper softly. Miguel hums, grinding his still suited length against your ass.
“Sorry for what ?”
You gasp as you feel his digits venture lower, petting at your hole, so close to getting what you need.
“Sorry for not listening, I- “ you nearly bite through your own lip, squeezing your eyes shut as Miguel breaches you with his glistening middle finger from your sex.
“Discúlpate más rápido,” Miguel grunts, losing his own patience as he feels you clench around him, earning a loud smack to your ass check.
Your eyes flit to the multiple screens in front of you to keep your climax at bay, blushing at the idea of any of those spiders chasing anomalies across the multiverse were to suddenly portal to HQ. It was after hours, but the chance summoned a thrill that settled in the pit of your stomach.
“I’m sorry for following you through your portal,” Miguel began to start pumping his finger painfully slowly, “you tell me not to, but I couldn’t stay h-home.”
A second finger joined the first, in reward for your admission, quickly scissoring you open. “You purposefully put yourself in danger,” Miguel swallowed as he got a hand on himself, pumping to the same rhythm as the fingers he had inside of you. Pearly white pre-cum leaked from his cock, spreading up and down his shaft sensually with every thrust into his fist.
“Miguel, I saved you. I might not be a spider but I am just as strong, just-“
“ Callete , let’s just drop it for now mejor,” Miguel ran his blushing tip right over your swollen hole. He stopped to lean down, messily kissing it to ensure you were loose and slick enough to take his thick length without it hurting too much. The spider knew how much you like for it to hurt a little, how much it turned you on when you felt like he couldn’t possibly fit it all.
He pulled back, stroking himself before catching your teary eyes over your shoulder.
“Can you forgive me,” you asked, softly.
“You’ve already been forgiven baby. How could I stay upset with you,” Miguel lined himself up, feeling tears prick at his eyes.
“I love you esposo,” you sigh, arching your back, more than ready to be taken.
“And I love you, mi esposa,” Miguel whispered into your hair while slowly pushing in. You let out a loud wail, sound bouncing off the walls as his heavy cock claimed what was his.
“That’s it, take it baby, you take me so good,” you could feel your whole face heating up at his words as he gripped your hips harder. Miguel started off at a slow gentle pace as it had been a while since you two have done this with your schedules. With each thrust, he gave a little more of himself until he finally bottomed out. You felt your arousal drip, letting out a hiss at the delicious burn of being completely stuffed by your husband.
The little shit, Miguel began to paw at your lower stomach, giving time for you to adjust. He grinned wickedly as he found what he was looking for, large hand pressing into your stomach, gripping himself from the outside.
“So fucking deep, yeah? Can you feel this mi amor?”
You shook your head yes, trembling at the sensation. The sadist that he is, Miguel had to take one of your hands in his, pressing up into your lower belly as he pulled out before sharply thrusting back in. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream, back involuntarily arching to encourage Miguel’s cock to go even deeper.
“Que puta de polla. ¿Es esto lo que quieres? ¿Quieres que te folle tan profundo que lo sientes por días? (what a cock whore. is this what you want? you want me to fuck you so deep, you feel it for days?)” He started a rough, punishing pace, praying his desk could handle it as he flipped you around, sitting you onto the futuristic surface.
You were completely at his mercy, crying at so much stimulation. Your orgasm was fast approaching, nearly bent into a mating press under this hulk of a man. You couldn’t understand Miguel’s advanced Spanish as he’d only been giving you the lessons in the basics. But you knew if he was so far gone he hadn’t realized he’d slipped into his first language, then whatever he was saying was absolute filth.
Your husband knew your body inside out, trying to angle you both to bully your special spot with his cock. You tightened with the memory of the mind numbing pleasure, watching your lower belly rise and fall with each precise thrust.
“Ay coño, eres demasiado apretado/a,(oh fuck, you’re too tight)” Miguel groans, talons digging and pushing your thighs to your ears. He leans forward, your reflection caught in his dark eyes, he kisses too gently for how rough he’d been in your guts. His lips begin to trail down your neck, fangs flirting with your racing pulse.
“Cariño, baby, you’re going to have to relax a little if you want me to be able to fuck your favorite spot.”
You whine in response, unclenching your overstimulated muscles. He shushes you, hands beginning to rub at your nipples through your tattered suit. In a flash, the top portion of your suit is obliterated before Miguel’s hands return to their rightful spots on your hips. He licks and tugs on one of your exposed nipples before adjusting his hips. You cry out, head thrown back as his tip kisses your spot head on.
“Fuck, please, please, please, don’t stop! I’m going to come, fucking shiiittt!” You reach down to stimulate yourself, but that’s when Miguel stops you. He shoots a small web, binding your wrists with it before holding them both captive in his left hand.
“Lo siento baby, you can only finish on my cock. This,” he lays a rough hand on your sex, “isn’t yours to touch anymore, only me.”
You blinked owlishly at the tall man, mind too cockdrunk to understand. Ever so receptive to everything you , of course he noticed, making you squirm as he slowed his pace just to torture you.
“There’s not a single thought going on behind those eyes, is there?” He chuckled darkly as he started up his pace again, hitting your spot with every thrust. Miguel watched you drool as you screamed his name.
“All that you can think about is this dick, no one’s ever fucked you this good have they? That’s because you’re mine cariño, and I’ll be damned if I lose you.”
Your orgasm hit you like a flash flood, breaking the dam of your sanity. Your moan was nearly inhuman as you came on Miguel’s cock, arousal getting everywhere. Your mouth made the perfect “o” shape, eyebrows pinched together as your body was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure as Miguel fucked you through it, chasing his own release.
“You want me to fill you up? Keep milking my cock like this and I won’t pull out,” Miguel threatened, gyrating his hips against your ass. He knew exactly which buttons to push, watching your eyes open and widen, whining with want.
Miguel smiled wolfishly, dwarfing your face with his hand, wiping away your tears. “Aw, is that what you want? Does my dumb little cockwhore want me to fill it up? Stuffed you so full of my cock, now you want me to breed you up too?”
The spider starts stimulating your special spot from the outside, pressing down with his hand while fucking up into it. He wanted you to have one last orgasm at the same time as him. He can tell you’re close, despite the over sensitive twitching and pulling at your wrists. Miguel’s on the very edge, heavy balls drawn, ready to spill.
“I’m going to fuck it so deep into you, there’s no way it’s not going to take, muñeca. I’ll be dripping out of you still next week.”
You moan wantonly, trying your best to get Miguel to come; clenching up every other thrust, trying to fuck him back but to no preveil from his sheer size and strength holding you just the way he wants.
“Use me, use me, use me!” You begin to chant, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock swell even bigger when he comes. You absolutely scream when your next orgasm overtakes you, having been too focused on Miguel’s. But in turn, that was the last straw for him, feeling your sex pulse around him, witnessing how hard he made you come.
If there was anyone in this building, there is no doubt in Miguel’s mind that they heard the both of you scream out. Pride swells in his chest at that fact, and watching as he slowly pulls out of you, hole absolutely wrecked. Miguel pushes all of his escaping spend back into you, rubbing at your swollen pink walls. Your leg twitches, kicking and whining from how sensitive you are.
Miguel stops, kissing your forehead, expertly looking at you to make sure you are okay.
“Was I too rough on you? Are you okay?”
You weakly shake your head, too tired to do anything. “You were perfect Miguel,” you croak, voice rough from overuse,”I’ll be sore for a few days but I’ll be fine.”
You smile sweetly at him and it reminds him why you two ended up like this in the first place. He pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath, thankful for the chemicals still swimming around in his brain from his world shattering orgasm (all thanks to you).
“Let’s go home,” he sighs at the state of his office. He'd had plans to do some more paperwork until literal hell broke loose, “I’ll run you a bath…and we can…talk.”
“Only if you promise to join me,” you look up at him from under your eyelashes as he opens a portal to your shared apartment.
He sighs deeply, staring into your eyes. “How could I say no to a request like that?”
You giggle and he smiles. He carries you bridal style through the portal, leaving the mess behind for future Miguel to clean up. He sets you gently on the toilet as he prepares the bath, adding in both of your favorite elements: bubble bath and bath salts. You sheepishly have to ask for help to get the single scrap of fabric left of your suit off. The mid section was just as easy to remove as the rest of the suit, except Miguel didn’t rip it off with a flair of dramatics.
Once Miguel was settled into the spacious tub, he turned the jets on while you straddled his lap. You were nearly drifting off to sleep on his chest when he cleared his throat and apologized.
“I’m sorry I blew up on you after you… saved me ,” he rubs at your back to soothe himself. “I know you are more than capable of handling whatever comes your way. You aren’t a spider but that doesn’t mean you’re weak. Your abilities are different and I trust them.”
You swallow, listening to his heart rate pick up as you let him speak.
“I just wish you’d stay out of danger. You aren’t meant for my specific line of work. No matter how careful or capable you are. It’s dangerous and distracting for us both to be on the field together. We are too focused on each other to think properly. I was so worried about you having followed me through the portal at home to provide backup for Gwen and Miles, that I fucked up. Put myself at risk and you too as you tried to save me.”
Miguel took a deep breath, trying not to cry but also not ashamed if he did end up crying in front of you. You shifted, arms around his shoulders, foreheads touching.
“Mi alma, mi vida,” his lip wobbled as tears began to fall, “I cannot lose you, don’t you understand?”
You nod, sniffing as you kiss his tears.
“You have to understand I feel the exact same way about you Miguel, I cannot fathom a world without you in it. If that means I did something stupid to save you, then I don’t regret it,” you palm his cheek as his eyes close heavily.
“I do, however, regret making you feel this way. I am so very sorry I put you through such pain. But I had to do something. From now on I won’t sneak in through your portals as long as you promise me that if things get bad, and you need backup that you’ll call me. That’s the only way I’ll be able to sleep at night. “
You hold your breath as you wait for those beautiful blood red eyes to meet yours again. You felt the world shift as his eyes opened slowly, turning to kiss the inside of your hand.
“Alright, I will. For you my cielo.”