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Mistakes and Punishments [Miguel O’Hara x Reader]

Oneshot (18+)

Summary- After failing a mission, miguel calls you into his office and punishes you.

Tags- NSFW, possessive, creampies, degration, praise, choking, biting, ownership, fighting, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, untranslated Spanish.

Miguel O’Hara had ordered you into his office, a cold and dark room where he spent his days staring at the screens. As you took a step into his room, you could feel the coolness of the room and you eyes ran to where he was, his back to you. 

You knew he knew you had entered, so you didn’t feel the need to announce your arrival as you made your way to the place you had been judged and reprimanded from past missions.

You found your usual spot, crossed your arms, and watched his figure. He had his hands on his waist as his head shook slightly. “Otra ves esto no.” he muttered darkly, as he turned to face you, looking down at you with distaste. 

His crimson eyes scanned your frame, and you felt small under his intense gaze. He has always seemed to hate you, from the moment he reluctantly recruited you into his spider society. This time you had screwed up on a mission.

“You messed up big time, princesa..” Miguel stalked towards you like a predator, his gaze harsh and dark. He grabbed your chin and made you look him in his eyes. 

You didn’t back down from his gaze, and mustered up all your confidence to glare him down. You stared up firmly into his eyes as much as you could, and you didn’t cower, but your heart was racing and his face seemed to be inches away from yours.

Miguel looked almost as if he was amused at you not backing down. Perhaps this was why he had recruited you, although you had always been a pest in his eyes, you had the confidence and you would never back down. 

He stared at you for a moment and he backed away slightly, dropping your chin. “Good,” he said quietly, “I don’t like you being weak.” he almost looked impressed. “I want you to tell me exactly what went wrong.”

You took a deep breath in, realizing you had been holding it in, and you felt your heart flutter from his.. compliment? You shook your head from any thoughts and stayed on topic, “I told you all about it in the report, Miguel. Things got hectic in there and next thing I knew, I messed up.” you run your hand over your face.

Miguel backed up and leaned against one of his desks, his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He seemed annoyed right now, as if he was on the edge of snapping. “You don’t get it do you? ‘next thing I knew?’ You’re supposed to be good at this. People depend you! You were trusted to do this and you screwed it up?!” His voice had risen, and he took a breath that looked like a meek attempt to calm himself down. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

You sigh and shake your head, recounting through the mission. “Then.. I was holding up this bridge and Peter B was knocked out, and Doc Ock had people hostage. I didn’t have a choice, I dropped that bridge and saved those people but Doc Ock escaped and the damage was...” you faltered in your story, eyebrows furrowed as you looked down, disappointed in yourself. “I wrote a whole report on it, I don’t know why you don’t just read it.”

Miguel scoffs and rolls his eyes. You have a point, but he’s not going to admit that. He puts a hand to his head, “this.. is.. exactly what I mean! You’re not ready for this,” he turns to his screens, having come to his conclusion. “You have a lot to learn.” He looks away from you with a cold callous gaze.

“A lot to learn?” you say in shocked amazement and you let out a laugh “I can’t believe you right now. I make one mistake and suddenly I don’t know anything?! One mistake and suddenly you’re saying ‘I'm not ready’ as if you don’t know I’m on of your best assets.”

Miguel lets out a scoff, turning his head back to you. “You are not one of my best assets. You are arrogant and self-absorbed. If you’re so amazing, how come I still have to fix your screw-ups? You’re a burden to the team and you need to fix yourself.” He looks at you with hatred and disgust. He had never seemed so mean, but he definitely was showing how harsh he could be.

Him being harsh only spurred you forward, as your voice began to rise and your fists balled at your sides. “You’re the one always calling on me when things go awry.” you start to shake with rising anger, “Don’t even act like I'm not good at what I do because you know you’d never be where you are now without me.”

Miguels annoyance rises, and he faces you fully once more, his red eyes looking down on you with a fiery dislike. “You are so full of it.” He hisses as he stalks closer to you, glaring you down. “You’re a bratty little spider, trying to act all big and tough, but really you are the weakest person on this team,” He snarls at you.

You’re on the edge of snapping, and you have no intention on backing down. “And you’re a self proclaimed know-it-all who hides behind a cold exterior when you’re really just too scared to open up to anyone else in fear of another failure.” You snarl as you inch closer to him, glaring up at him.

Miguels eyes narrow, you seem to have hit a spot inside him that hurt, and you see his eyes glow red. “Don’t you dare talk about me that way. I am the boss. I am the reason everyone is here. I am the only one holding together the multiverse.” Miguels fists are clenched as he steps closer to you, his face inches from yours. “Say it again,” he dares you.

“Oh I think you heard me loud and clear,” you growl out at him.

He looks livid, “You’re an insolent brat who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. How dare you talk to me like that.” You had never seen him so angry, and you were so angry you wanted to see him snap, but another part of you faltered at his anger. He was terrifying when he was like his. 

Miguel had been absolutely cruel to you ever since you had met, and had been knit-picking every single job you do, never relenting. Your work would be close to perfect, and he’d find one tiny mistake and would make you do it all over again. You had wasted nights working away. You had spend sleepless nights fixing made up mistakes. And you had been at the edge of snapping for months. 

“If I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut,” you say softly, “why don't you shut me up?” your voice turns gravelly as you dare him, you watch his eyes, hatred sparking in your eyes.

Miguel let out a low growl and his face turned furious. His hands clasped on your shoulders roughly as he pulls you closer to him. He's ready to snap, and he looks like a beast. “Who taught you to be so brazen?” he says lowly.

“You” you reply with words like silk, and you look up at him with a calm rage.

He pulls you closer, and he looks like he is ready to kill you. He looks like he’s ready to kill you. “I have given you so much, and you don’t appreciate any of it.” Miguel is so close, you can smell his skin, see the tiny specs of saliva on his lips. 

Your breath catches as your confidence slips slightly, your heart beating heavily. You can sense his beating rapidly too. “You haven’t given me anything except for insults and sleepless nights and threats.” 

He glares down at you. “You’re nothing.” his face is only inches from yours, his breath hot on your face. “Shut.. Up. Do you know what I do to people who make me angry? I know exactly how to make you regret talking back to me,” his eyes glow red, and you can see his fangs as his snarls at you.

“Try me,” you glower at him, “You’re all bark and no bite.”

He gets even scarier looking, and his eyes turn dark, he pulls you close and whispers in your ear, his cheek hot against yours, “You really want to know what I do to brats who anger me?” His breath is hot as he hisses.

Your heart is beating fast now. From fear, from anger, and from a small excitement. Deep down you knew this man was gorgeous but you had concealed that feeling for so long. You take a deep breath in, and shake slightly as you clench your legs together, noticing just how wet you had become. What was wrong with you? You couldn't possibly be turned on from Miguel being a monster.

Miguel notices your reaction, and he notices your face getting red. He realized you liked this, and he puts his lips on your ear as he whispers huskily, his tone soft now but there's still a hint of malice. “You’re not as tough as you make yourself seem,”

Your mind is foggy, “I’m tougher than you will ever imagine to be,” you ground out, struggling to breath properly as you notice his shift in energy.

He chuckles softly at you're breathless voice. He continues whispering in your ear. “Do you want to prove you’re tough?”

He’s so cocky and sure of himself it drives you wild. You’re so full of anger, despite your body reacting differently, and you raise your hand to hit him but as you swing, he grabs you wrist right before you make contact with his skin, his hand wrapping around your wrist. His eyes never breaking from yours.

He laughs at you. His eyes are burning with an intense red. “You’re pathetic,” He lets your hand go and it falls limply to your side. He smirks at you. You’re face is red. 

“You deserve to be punished,” he says darkly, and your eyes go wide. He's in your ear again, his hands on your waist as he pushes you back. “Would you like that?” Your back hits the cold wall behind you, and he has you pinned.

Your breath is stuck, and your face is red. He grins darkly and runs his lips down your ear to your neck, breath hot on your skin. “You want me, don’t you?” he asks. He’s enjoying your reaction. You look up, your hands on his shoulders now as you hold your breath.

His mouth opens, his fangs run along your skin lightly. He settles them on the nape of your neck, and you let out a soft breath. Before he sinks his teeth in, he pulls away and chuckles darkly.

“Look at you, so desperate, so weak and helpless. You’re your worse enemy. Giving yourself away so easily.” he leans in close to your ear, his lips grazing your ear. “I’ll have you begging for mercy soon,”

You’re at a loss for words, your excitement pooling and you can feel just how wet you’ve become. You simply nod your head shyly, all of your confidence gone as you blush underneath his firm hold.

“Tell me,” his lips trace along your ear to your cheek, “tell me just how badly you want me.”

“M-miguel,” You clench your thighs together, anything to ease the growing pressure. “I want you.” you whisper out softly, amazed that you would ever admit those words. 

He grins as you blush, and he loves seeing you unable to find words to snap back at him. He had thought about you like this for so long, imagined at how you would react to his words, to his touch. 

He pulls back slightly and holds your chin up to look him in the eyes. His eyes are still burning red, and his voice his husky. “If we do this,” his voice turns firm and almost cold, “you will be mine.” his eyes flash with hunger.

You can’t deny that the idea of being his excites you, but also startles you slightly. It was as if he was eager to have you be his. Your mind is reeling. Maybe the reason he had always annoyed you to no end with his knit-picking and correcting was the only way he knew how to interact with you. You hadn't given him many other chances, avoiding him any chance you could get. Perhaps the true reason he kept you around was not only for your skill, but his want and desire.

After a moment, you nod your head softly, your chin in his hand, “I'm yours” you whisper out.

He seems very satisfied with your reply as he smirks down at you, his thumb running across your lip lightly as he analyzed you, his eyes dark “Very good, princesa.” he chuckles and knows full well what you’re feeling, he can smell your excitement, and he loves it. He continues to look you up down. 

He leans in close, and you can see a twinkle in his eye as he smirks, looking down at your lip as his thumb lightly pulls down your bottom lip. “I will do whatever I want to you, and you’ll thank me for it.”

His thumb rests on your lip and you open your mouth slightly, looking straight into his eyes as he tilted his head, his thumb going into your mouth and you suckle on it softly. It drives him wild, and he licks his lips, his eyes glowing. He pushes closer to you, his thigh pushing between your legs and he pushed you to the wall, his arm resting on the wall next to your head as his gaze is heavy on you.

He smirks, popping his thumb out of your soft mouth. “You’ve been turned on from the beginning, haven't you?” he whispered softly, as he took in a deep breath. “You’re scent drives me wild.” he pressed his thigh between yours, and you let out a barely legible moan. “And you’re so wet.” He said softly, feeling you on his thigh even past the clothing separating your skin.

Your face is red, and you bite your lip softly as you look up at him. He looks hungry, and you can tell his thoughts are foggy as he has you under him. 

His looks at your lips, and he’s so close you can feel his lips brush against yours for a second. He closes the small gap and he kisses you slowly and softly. His lips are so warm against yours, and you kiss him back, deepening the kiss. Your tongue licks his lip softly and his hand grips your waist tightly, his eyebrows furrowing as he's lost in your taste.

You whimper at his hard grip on you, a sharp contrast to the kiss he is giving you, and he lets go, kissing you more forcefully, his hand snaking behind your waist and pushing you closer to him, his other hand sliding down your clothed stomach. You can feel his strength as he pulls you as close as he can, his hand sliding down your front is feather light. 

He continues kissing you with pure desire, as his hand behind you slips into your hair. His grip tightens and he suddenly yanks your head back, parting from the kiss and running his lips down your chin to your neck, kissing your skin hotly, leaving your lips hot against the cold air. He's kissing you with a passion and intensity you never thought Miguel would be capable of.

Your hands go to grip his arm that this running down your front and he smirks against you. “You’re such a needy little spider, aren't you?” he groans out as you grip his arm nervously. As you nod your head lightly, he starts to suck on your neck. You release a soft moan you didn’t know you were holding at his hot tongue on your neck. 

His other hand reaches your pants, and he quickly pushes past the fabric, his strong hand running down your soaked panties. “Fuck, princesa.” he groans out lowly as he grips your cunt. You let out a soft whimper, wanting more. He smiles at your neediness, and his free hand pushes your shirt up, your hands quick to rise, helping him undress you. 

He looks at your breasts and back into your eyes, “tu eres maravilla.” he says lowly, his eyes darkening as his middle finger runs down your folds past the cloth of your soaked panties. Your mouth opens in a small silent moan, your eyebrows furrowing at his light touch. He licks down your collar bone to your breast, sucking softly on your hard nipple. 

His hand in your pants runs slow circles around your clit with barely any pressure, and it drives you wild as he sucks on your breast softly, his fangs sending your back arching at his touch as you let out the quietest whimpers. 

His eyes glow red and you push down on him, “Miguel- please,” you say softly.

He growls against you softly and pulls back, a string of his saliva falling down his chin. He pulls his hand up and you whimper. He stares into your eyes as he raises his wet hand to his lips and sucks. Your face is red as you watch him lick your juices off his finger, and he cups your face. “You are so needy, I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He says deeply, his softness dissipating and his gaze grows dark. 

“I need more,” you say breathlessly, feeling bare without his hands on you, “Please Miguel.”

He shakes his head as he chuckles. He grabs your waist roughly and flips you, your hands catching yourself on the cold wall. “You want more?” he asks in your ear, his body pressed against your back. From this angle, you can feel his bulge against your lower back as he intentionally pushing against you. “Fine, I’ll give you more.” he says as his hands grip your pants and push them down to the ground. 

Your ass is bare and the cold air of his office hits your hot skin. You can hear his suit undue and the tech of it disappearing. His body is hot against you, and he presses into your back, one hand playing with your breast and the other back on your wet pussy.

He’s rougher now, as he runs his hand down your soaking folds and he groans at the feeling in your ear, clearly pleased at how you’re reacting to him. “You want me so bad,” he says darkly into your ear. “I can do anything I want with you, can't I?” 

You nod your head quickly, “Y-yes. Miguel I need you.”

“Good,” he groans as his hand on your breast runs up to your neck, his other hand moving to his own length, pushing between your thighs, against your pussy. You look down at you can see his length, wet from you, poking between your thighs, hot against your skin. He starts to move his hips against you, and you watch as he pushes back and forth, teasing you as he slicks along your cunt.  “You're so fucking wet.” he whispers to himself.

“Please” You beg as you push yourself against him. His grip on your neck tightens, pushing you closer against him. 

“Such a needy slut,” he spits out, he kisses along your shoulder and adjusts himself against you, leaning low. You can feel his tip push against you, and you open your mouth, half from pain and pleasure, as he slowly pushes into you. He sinks fully into you, and he lets out a deep groan, sinking his fangs into your shoulder.

“F-Fuck” you moan out as he watched his dick disappear into you, lubricated by how wet you were. 

“You feel so good” He groaned out as his gaze turned animalistic and needy. He didn’t give you time to adjust to the sheer size of him before he pulled out and pushed back into you roughly. 

You moaned out loudly, your head rolling back, as he got lost in the tightness and warmness of you. You felt heavenly. Both of his hands went to your waist, and lifted you easily, your hands and cheek against the wall for support as your legs dangle helplessly. 

At this angle, he went deeper than before, and he was relentless, his speed quickening. He was driven by dark desire and he’s in his own world, his eyes red and his mouth letting out soft breaths as he pushing you down and thrust up into you. 

You're a moaning mess beneath him as you take him, and you can hear his deep groans every time he pushes all the way in. He sounds so heavenly and soft, but when you glance at him he looks like a demon, eyes red and canines white. His eyes look up to you and his eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth open as he moans, his gaze heavy as he watches you in the same state he’s in. 

You had never felt anything this good before. He was reaching places you didn’t know could be reached, and the way he was moaning sent you wild. 

“Tell me how good it feels,” He moans out, his hot breath against your back.

“It feels so good baby,” you moan out messily, and your eyes roll back as he goes quicker, as he pistons in and out of you.

“That's my little princess,” his voice is low and animalistic. You begin to shake from pleasure, and you can feel a knot forming in your stomach quickly.

“God, I’m close,” You whimper out and his arm wraps around your waist, giving him a free hand to play with your clit. That sends you into a moaning mess as his hand expertly circles around your clit, and the mixed pleasure is almost too much. Your legs shake as you cum around his dick, and he doesn’t make a move to stop.

“M-Miguel!” you moan out as you become a shaking mess, his hand circling your clit quickly as he bottoms out in you. 

“What is it?” He asks in your ear, “You want me to stop?” 

You nod your head, as his hand and dick overstimulate you. “’s too much,”

His hand pulls away and he sets you down before popping out of you. The wall supports you and he turns you around to look at him. His jaw is tight as he leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back softly before he suddenly lifts you again. He takes you over to his desk and sets you on the edge, kissing you roughly now. His hands on your hips as he lifts you towards him. 

He lines himself up again, and pushes in. You try to pull away from the kiss but he doesn’t let you, “Miguel” you moan into his lips as he pulls in and out slowly, your legs tingling at each stroke. 

He pulls away from your lips and looks down at you, “say my name,” he demands coldly, as he watches his dick push in and out of you. 

“M-miguel” you whimper, “Please, this is too much,”

His eyes don't look up to yours, and he keeps his pace.

“Say you belong to me..” he demands, his eyes dark as he quickens his pace. 

You had never seen him so clouded, he was only listening to what he wanted to hear, and your legs shook but he held you down, forcing you to continue taking him. “Miguel,, I- I’m yours, I belong to you,” I say helplessly and he grins and pushes your back against his desk, his hand around your neck as he quickens his pace more.

“Say it again. Say you know you’re mine and that you’ll always be mine.” Miguels voice is dark and demonic, driven by passion and a dark anger you’ve never seen before. This Miguel is terrifying. 

You a moaning mess beneath him, and you grip his arm as he lightly chokes you, holding you in place. “I’m your’s forever,” You moan over and over again, reaching another orgasm at his relentless pace.

Miguels eyes glow even more brightly. It seems like hes driven even further into the depths of madness and he can’t turn back now. “You belong to me. you will never be anyone else’s. You will do whatever I say, whenever I want.” his voice is dripping with a sick dark lust for power. It seems he will do anything now, as he’s lost all control in this moment.

Your shaking underneath him, and he grabs your leg, pushing them against your chest as he gets deeper in you. He seems like he’s on the edge of crossing a line, and his voice is dark and deep. “You love being used like this.” He looks down at you with a dark, burning hunger in his eyes. 

You nod your head helplessly as you throw your head back, eyes shut as he uses you. He’s moving faster now and his voice is animalistic, sick with lust. “Tu eres mia. No puedes dejarme ahora.” He pushes your legs apart, above you now, his arms around your waist and he pushes into you, groaning into your ear without shame. “No importa lo que yo haga, tu vas a estar aqui para mi.”

Your hands are on his back, nails digging into his skin, as he pounds into you. His breathing is quickening, and his pace as becoming sloppy, as he reaches his edge. He's a moaning mess, and so are you, lost in your pleasure. 

“I’m yours, Miguel.”

Miguel grins at your words, satisfied, “That's what I like to hear.” his voice drops to a low growl. He’s almost growling out his words now as he starts to quiver, his pace faster and faster. “Oh, You’re gonna make me lose complete control.. oh...” Miguel suddenly seems to explode with passion and power as he hits a breaking point. You both cum at the same time, and he moans into you neck.

You both breath deeply, he pulls out softly, and his cum leaks out of your cunt. He looks at you, his eyes are glowing golden with a new found power. “eres una buena juguetito.” he smiles down at you. 

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Common Room Bliss

Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

Warnings: swearing, brief biting, thigh riding, unprotected sex, 18+ smut.

Summary: waking up alone in the common room with Ron leads to other things.

A/N: this is my first time posting on here but please give me feedback and other suggestions of what to do in the future! also, this.. damn I love Ron Weasley.

You'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. Waking up, you were confused, the Gryffindor fireplace softly flickering, barely lighting the common room.

You could feel him behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist holding you against him tightly. He gave a small snore as he nuzzled himself farther into the back of your neck.

You'd both fallen asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace. Hermione and Harry were nowhere to be found since you'd last seen them. Hemione had been sitting before you on the floor scribbling away in her notes as Harry sat in the seat with the best view of everyone else in the common room.

You felt at home when you were with your little family. And even more at home in Ron's arms. Yet it was a school night and it must be around two in the morning what with the common room being empty and the starry sky past the windows.

Yawning, you slipped your hand behind you and into Ron's hair, massaging his scalp as you mumbled his name. After a few moments, he began to stir.

"Hmmm," he smiled instinctively and pulled you in even closer.

"Ronald, wake up," you whispered, half committed to making it off the couch and into your separate beds.

A few moments passed before he opened his eyes with a frown. "I'd really rather stay here with you."

You smiled at that and flipped around to where you faced him fully. "How I appreciate knowing you care, I have detention with the snakes tomorrow. I have to go to bed."

"But you are in bed," he grumbled, his hand tracing up and down your back in a lazy pattern. "with me."

Not helping it, you stared at his features in the low light. You don't know how you did it, but after years of not admitting your feelings to one another, the two of you had finally wound up together.

He opened his eyes to find you staring and leaned forward, giving you a slow kiss.

Your hand went up to cup his face, deepening the kiss, and he groaned.

Wrapped in each other, with no space between you and him, you could feel him start to grow as the kiss continued.

Yet that only encouraged you more.

You bit his bottom lip gently and pulled before releasing it. He gave you a groan as you went to his neck and began to suck.

"Merlin, you drive me wild." his hand ran from your hip to your leg as he nudged his leg between your thighs, putting pressure on your sensitive core.

You whimpered as you bit down on his neck, he gave a quiet yelp and you pulled away with a smile. "Quiet, darling. We wouldn't want anyone finding us."

He gripped your jaw and pulled you in for another kiss, yet this one was more wet and sloppy. You could drink him in all day, but you had other needs that were growing by the minutes.

"I need you," you mewled and he gripped your waist as he sat the two of you up, placing you on his lap as he pressed you down onto his leg,

"Then ride my leg," he rasped, looking up at you.

He'd never asked you to do such a thing, and the two of you had never done anything in an area you could get caught, but thinking of riding his thigh had heat sent to your cheeks and your core in seconds.

"Go on, darling."

You smiled and began to rock yourself on his thigh, your hands playing at the hem of your shirt and you began to slowed unbutton it, staring Ron straight in the eyes with your mouth open in a silent moan.

His eyes could set you on fire with how he was staring at every inch of you, not daring to look away. He gripped your wrists as you got to the last button and placed your hands on his shoulders as he unbuttoned the last one for himself.

His eyes finally fell from yours to roam your upper half, his hand gripping your waist lightly as he leaned forwards to gently kiss your collar bone.

"You're absolutely beautiful."

His words sent you into a spiral, and you wanted more. Merlin, you wanted him right here, no matter the trouble you'd get in if caught.

"Fuck me," you gasped quietly as you pressed yourself deeper onto his thigh. "please,"

His grip on you tightened, holding you still as he looked up at you with hazy eyes. "we shouldn't be doing this. Not here."

You nodded your head as your hands slipped behind his shirt, "I need your cock right now."

His jaw tightened as he slowly released his grip on your waist, one hand sliding up. "I love it when your so needy," he murmured before gripping your jaw and pulling your lips to his roughly. His other hand slipped your skirt up and began to rub you through the thin cloth concealing you from him.

Your cheeks heated as you realized how wet you were, yet he only rubbed his thumb over your clit gently as he smirked. You moaned lightly into his kiss before running your hand down to his very apparent bulge.

His breathing became raspy as you rubbed him through his pants and you began to press down on his hand, silently pleading him for his cock.

Your moans were both covered with the kiss you two held as you both desperately tried to be quiet.

You began to unbutton his trousers, becoming impatient. He sent one rough flick on your clit and you let out a quick yelp. One that was louder than intended.

He shushed you with his lips once more and gripped both of your cheeks and he leaned back, allowing you to release his cock.

His cock was rock hard and you took all you could hold, rubbing him up and down, your fingers barely able to wrap around his thick girth. He broke the kiss, his mouth hanging open as you paid extra attention to his tip.

His eyes were set on yours, and they were fogged over with pure lust.

His hands went to your waist and gripped you hard.

One hand went down to your core as you worked him. You moved aside that drenched cloth and positioned yourself above his ready cock.

He lowered you down slowly, and you felt every inch of him slide into your ready entrance. You bit down on your lip, concealing your moan as much as you could.

You gripped his shoulders, adjusting to his thick girth as he kissed your jawline.

"Ready?" he asked after a moment.

You nodded your head as he sat back, watching you rock yourself slowly on his cock. You were ready to give him a show, toying with your nipple as you ground yourself on him, very slowly picking up speed.

You could see him tighten his jaw as you let out a soft mewl. And merlin did that get a reaction out of him.

His hands were on you once more, replacing yours as he cupped your breasts. He flicked each nipple, and it sent a delightful tingle through your body and you went down on his cock harder.

"Bloody hell," he groaned. Hearing him turned you on even more, and merlin did you want to hear him. You took that opportunity to move faster on him, placing your hands on his knees as he got a nice view of you.

The new position had him reaching everything in you, and you gasped out his name, moving faster still.

"Sweetheart, as much as I love hearing you," he ground out, "You have to keep it down."

His hands ran up your thighs, one reaching your clit to flick it with light touches. That had you mewling out his name each time you ground down, although you tried your best to keep your moans quiet.

He stopped playing with your clit when you began to get a little too loud, and pulled you forward, putting one hand behind your neck and one on your lower back.

He kissed you roughly and began to pump himself up into you, the sound sending soft slaps throughout the common room.

You moaned into the kiss, and it came out muffled, which only sent you meeting his thrusts.

That beautiful knot was forming in your stomach and you held it back, trying your best to feel everything that he was giving you for as long as possible.

His grip on the back of your neck tightened and he kept his pace even and hard. Every time he went back into you, you could swear you were seeing stars.

"Faster," you moaned in his mouth, your hands gripping his cheeks as you deepened the kiss in an attempt to not yell his name.

He groaned as he picked up his pace, the only sounds were your sloppy kiss and the smack of each time he was deep in you. Soon enough he was a moaning mess in your mouth and you were near out of breath, the knot in your stomach becoming more apparent with each thrust.

You broke the kiss, having to come up for air, and you moaned out "Fuck Ron, I'm going to-" you held his eye contact as he went up into you and your mouth opened in pure bliss, a loud moan ready to escape before he clasped his hand over your mouth.

You came undone above him, and your legs shook in pure bliss as he continued to fuck you senseless. You were a muffled moaning mess with his hand over your mouth, which only turned you on more.

He kept thrusting and each thrust had your eyes rolling back.

"Fuck," he moaned out your name as he hit deep in you. He came hard and his hand fell from your face as yours went to his, covering his hearty moan.

His cock twitched in you and you stayed seated on him, your forehead meeting his as you released his mouth, your heavy breathing filling the common room.

"You are..." he breathed out "everything to me."

Your eyes opened to find his sleepy eyes looking up at you. His hand gripped your cheek as he gave you a soft kiss, and you smiled against his lips.

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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER | 1.06

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