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Miguel was always brooding in his office, on his stupid platform, so he could be away from everyone else. Truth be told, he didn’t want to see anyone; he was busy, but then there was you.
You were amazing and perfect, and you fucked good.
You and he started this arrangement after the first time you happened to be around him when you were both so pent up after a mission. It was an accident, you both just ended up fucking in your dimension, on your bed, and it happened to be amazing. After he made you cum three times, you told him to come get you anytime he needed, and he reciprocated those thoughts.
You and he fucked often for many different reasons, like either of you was horny, you were ovulating, a mission went sideways, or Miguel was angry. There were many reasons, almost too many, because you often sought each other out on most days. You tended to hang around him as you both talked strategy and then arranged for a meet-up later in the day.
Everyone knew the two of you were fucking, it wasn’t hard to guess, you were the only one he was remotely nice to. Plus, he did ask for you by name from a certain number of people, then, of course, there was the time Jess caught you two fucking on his stupid platform.
You two never got to live that down; she brings it up all the time.
One thing you did occasionally like to do was piss Miguel off, not in a dangerous way, just enough to push him over the edge. Whenever you hear that someone else pissed him off, you went running, because you knew what Miguel was like when he was pissed.
That was the best sex you’d ever had; he’d ruined you for anyone else. He was so possessive, ruthless, handsy and extremely rough.
And you ate that shit up.
His hands all over you; gripping, biting, pulling, bruising, pushing.
It turned you on just thinking about him in that state.
You stood next to him on his raised platform, he was watching the multiverse as you and he talked about what you two could have for dinner before he fucked your brains out. Your arms were crossed as you stood with your weight on your right leg, you both had your spider suits on with your masks off.
You saw him look at his past, his daughter, he could’ve had. You always told him not to look, that the guilt would just eat away at him, that he would never move on if he kept drowning in that sorrow. Your hand went to his shoulder and squeezed, before returning to your body when you felt his body stiffen.
That’s when you heard the gang from the most recent mission return, and they had a newbie, one of Gwen’s friends, the anomaly. Miguel fucked you over that topic more than once; it pissed him off to no end.
The boy spoke in Spanish, which surprised you as Miguel slowly lowered the platform. You both stood with your backs to the people, your arms still crossed over your chest. Your suit made your butt look good, Miguel told you that often, especially when he was fucking you. It just had the perfect bubble dome shape and the perfect jiggle when Miguel slapped your ass.
Miguel was pissed to see Miles; you knew he would be, this was one of the things that made him pissed on the daily.
Then Miguel lost his cool and told Miles about his canon events, and before you knew it, you were right behind Miguel as you chased Miles all over HQ.
But Miles got away, he got out and was going to wreck the canon, and Miguel was beyond pissed.
He was seething.
You could see the steam coming out of his ears as he growled and yelled.
You were nervous and scared; you didn’t really know what this meant for the Spider-Verse. All you knew was that Miguel was breathing heavily with rage as he wrecked everything in sight. You were in the control room with multiple spiders with you and Miguel, before he yelled at everyone to get out.
People looked around, confused, before he yelled it louder as people didn’t move fast enough. Spiders moved out of the room, you stood for a moment before following, since you felt like he really needed his alone time, something in his tone.
Miguel grabbed your bicep roughly as you tried to leave, “not you,” he said quietly.
“Miguel, if you need some time, I can-”
“No,” he shouted.
“I know you’re pissed off, but-”
Miguel grabbed you by the neck and pulled you close to his body, “shut the fuck up,” he said with gritted teeth as he kissed you deeply. He pulled away briefly and looked at you before slapping you in the face and continuing to kiss you. He moved from your lips briefly before kissing down your neck and piercing his fangs into your soft skin.
You moaned, “Miguel-”
His thumb went into your mouth as he continued to bite at you, “I told you to shut the fuck up.”
He moved your body around, switched sides you were standing on, and he shoved you against one of the consoles. You moaned into his mouth as his hands explored your body in tight spandex, his body caged you against the different panels and screens.
“Take off your fucking suit.”
“Look whose all in charge now?”
“I’m not fucking playing. Take it off now, I’m not asking.”
“Fiesty.”
“Don’t fucking play with me or I’ll rip it off you.”
You tried your best to be quick about it, but fuck spandex, man, it was tough to go quick, and Miguel was extremely impatient.
Once you had it off, Miguel stared at your naked body for a moment before flipping you around and pushing you onto your stomach. He pressed your head into the table as he pushed into you.
Hold on, when did he remove his suit?
Miguel pushed inside; he didn’t finger you or eat you out, he just pushed in. The resistance was painful at first, but then you slowly became wet enough that Miguel was able to thrust in and out faster. Miguel seethed and groaned as he fucked into you at such reckless abandon, his hand held your head down as you moaned and cried out.
Miguel’s other hand gripped your hip, bruising and squeezing before moving it briefly to slap your ass red. Miguel didn’t slow down, perks of the spider genes, but he already had you cumming and shortly after he had you cumming again. Miguel was grunting, growling animalistically, and his hand finally moved off your head to grip both your hips.
You were crying out, your body was so sensitive, your pussy felt red and raw as Miguel didn’t let up once. Miguel’s hand clawed at your back as you arched it further, your hands came up to your face, then into your hair. You were so turned on, but also on the brink of your super body giving up.
Miguel’s hands moved from bruising your hips to wrap around your waist, and he lifted you up off the console. Miguel sat down, taking you with him, still sitting on his dick in reverse cowgirl. He started to thrust up into you, your head tilted back to lie on his shoulder as you cried out. Miguel’s hands fondled your tits as he kept a steady rhythm going, he thrusted his dick up enough to somehow get deeper.
Your thighs were being pulled apart by Miguel’s thighs, his foot was being propped up by the feet of the chair. It gave him more leverage to fuck his cock deeper into you, and your hands gripped his forearms as you were cumming again.
It was only at this point, where your brain was fucked dumb, that you realized, he hasn’t cum yet.
You knew he was pissed; his speed and bruising grasp told you as much, but why hasn’t he cummed.
“Are you going to fill me up?”
“That eager to be done with this?”
“No, just like the feeling. Wondering if you’re even in the right state of mind to cum.”
“I’m hard, aren’t I?”
“Very. That doesn’t explain anything. I think you’re too pent up to cum.”
“I’m not too pent up, babe. I’m just-”
“Brooding, therefore you can’t cum.”
“I can cum right now if I want. I’ve been holding it. If it was overthinking, I wouldn’t be impaling your cervix.”
“Then cum and fill me up.”
“If I cum, then I can’t keep fucking you, and I’m too angry to stop.”
“I could force you to.”
“But you won’t. You like this too much.”
“I think if I cum one more time, it won’t matter. I’d need you to stop.”
“You wanna?”
“Yeah,” you said as you squeezed your eyes shut.
One of Miguel’s hands moved from your boobs to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, you cried out as your legs quivered.
“Fuck, it’s not gonna take long at all. Not to mention, you’re squeezing the shit outta me.”
Your head rolled to the side on his shoulder, your mouth connected with more passion than pain from earlier. Miguel’s fingers got faster along with his thrusts before you came, squeezing the life outta him as your legs lifted as your muscles spasmed.
Miguel came, finally, he filled you up full, you felt it dripping out of you and onto him. His cum was dripping down your legs, he was edging himself to the point where there was just so much cum. Miguel’s moan as he came had you feeling on top of the world; it sounded so submissive.
“Do you feel better?” You asked Miguel as his cock was still twitching inside of you.
“No, but I’m less angry.”
“You think everyone knows and heard?”
“I’d count on it. Jess knows what we do when I’m pissed off. Plus, even your spider genes won’t heal the bruising fast enough.”
“Good. I like when they stick around and can admire them.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re down bad for me.”
“Not for you, but your dick, yes.”
Miguel slapped your inner thigh, smirking before kissing you again as your body relaxed further into his.
“We should clean up,” you said with a deep breath.
“We should, but I don’t wanna pull out yet.”
“Mmh, me neither. How ‘bout you open a portal to my bedroom?”
“Tempting, I did miss eating you out.”
“You still have time. Come with me back to my place.”
“Fine, but there’s still my cum dripping out of you and onto the floor. Plus, your suit is still on the floor.”
“Use my suit to wipe it up, and then take it with you. It needs to be washed anyway.”
“God, you’re disgusting.”
“Just the way you like it.”