#bottom! miguel o’hara

[submenarehotties]

“ fuck 𝙝𝙞𝙢 until 𝙮𝙤𝙪 can't

𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚! „

submissive! miguel o’hara x dominant! male! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the atsv movie)

cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, explicit language, anal, reader has a dick, overstimulation, miguel rides reader.

summary: you fuck miguel into oblivion.

note: this is a drabble. lowercase intended.

word count: 0.1K+

thinking about miguel o’hara riding your dick like there’s no tomorrow. so desperate to have your cum inside him. letting out raspy whines, as he grips your chest. and when miguel cums, you grab his hips and continue to thrust up into him, cause you’re not done with him just yet.

“f-fuck, no more! please, nghhh—” miguel moans as the slick of you fucking him echoed throughout the room.

“i want one more from you.” you say, focused on fucking his hole so good.

“no! i ca-can’t handle it!” he cried, his choked sobs hitting your ears, making your dick harder inside him.

“why aren’t you stopping me then, hm?” you whisper in his ear.

a/n: there definitely aren’t enough authors that write male readers, so dw i got you fellas 😉. will be posting a LOT more of miguel, because i’m obsessed with him.

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[archivedzeke]

how did miguel end up in the position? legs pinned behind his head and feet wagging in the air while you’re pounding his cunt black and blue.

“tighten your pussy more cariño”, you grunted out after slamming into him hard enough to have the tip of your dick pressing against his pleasure point with force. an extremely girlish whimper passing through his lips.

a garbled gasp was all he could muster, hands scratching at your shoulders from the sheer power you were moving your hips with. it was kind of surprising how someone your age could have so much ferocity.

“i-i can’t ! so-slow down”

miguel’s pussy kept a nice grip on your cock , leaving it a shiny mess every time you pulled out of him. you watch as his eyes crossed and his jaw fell open in ecstasy, shamless yet feral grunts leaving his mouth.

it was fathers day. you knew your lover was upset not being able to spend fathers day with anyone , so what better way to spend it than you putting a baby in him?? giving him the thickest creampie.

“shit baby! you feel so so good . . ah!”, rolling your pelvis and the incredibly loud slick sound of your thick cock playing in his pussy. the older man was a complete mess for you, his pussy all swollen as you gave him nice deep strokes.

“g’nna nut deep in this pussy yeah? give you all the babies you want. you like that right mama?”, the way you spoke to him — so fucking filthy and indecent. but he couldn’t help but nod and agree.

“y-yes! give me your babies mi amor — haah fuck! make me a mama”, miguel’s gummy walls contracted around you and you moved your hand down to his clit, flicking it back and forth with your thumb.

“ok honey, i’ll make sure to cum inside nice and deep”

[slowbison]

Feral! Miguel O'Hara x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Miguel returns to his personal break room after a fight to heal, but forgets to replenish his spider DNA serum, turning him feral. since you’re a spiderman similar to him, he needs to be fucked to be stabilized.

words: 3k

warnings: breeding, wrestling, anal sex, biting, smut

A tired Miguel emerged into his personal break room as a portal from an alternate reality closed behind him. He had spent the last few hours fighting and capturing another anomaly in the wrong multiverse. Body aching from being thrown into buildings, throat parched from yelling orders along with being mentally drained from an old lady that repeatedly hit him as he tried to direct her to safety. Slumping tiredly onto his couch, groaning as he continued to sink into the comfort. He remained still, quietly waiting for his supernatural abilities to kick in and do the healing for him then realized that it was progressing much slower than usual. Soon everything began to heat up around him, pupils dilating and contracting and the suit felt more tightening.

He attempted to stand on his feet before a wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him causing him to fall, landing on the hard floor. Claws protruding unwillingly from his fingers, muscles tense as his breathing picked up from the sudden wave of heat, fangs feeling much heavier in his mouth. Miguel felt helpless laying on the ground, gasping as it continued to ripple throughout his body after realizing too late that he forgot to intake the serum after returning.

“F-fucking shit, this c-can’t be hap-happening! Not now!” Miguel spat out through gritted teeth as he attempted to resist the sensation sweeping over him, dick growing increasingly aroused. Moaning as he began dryly humping the ground for any form of friction to ease his growing needs. He didn’t even hear any approaching footsteps until an all-too-familiar voice spoke through a door, cursing under his breath. That was the last word he said before fully succumbing to his desires, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

“What couldn’t be happening?” You asked through the door. You were with Miguel earlier, along with the other spider people, captured an anomaly stuck in the wrong dimension. The man in question had asked to see you after imprisoning the anomaly in a trap box to report on the current status of the last reality. When you came up to his office which was seemingly empty, you scanned around the room until your senses began tingling; warning that a strange presence radiated from a rather hidden door in the back. Tracking it down, you honed your hearing to any noises present coming from the door. Only to then discern it was Miguel, making questionable noises that were having an odd affect on you. A flicker of a small flame, lit within you.

“Miguel? Are you alright? I’m getting strange vibes in there. Talk to me.”

You could hear incomprehensible speech and hissing as a loud thunk crashed onto the ground, followed by a low moan. Your face slowly heats up at the possible thoughts of what may be occurring, but this wasn’t the time for your silent desires held for the man to emerge.

Hand on the knob you twisted it before speaking out, “I’m going to open the door if you don’t stop me right now!” You could hear scattering as the door opened, revealing what appears to be a softly dimmed room. Carefully stepping in, you looked around and noticed claw marks on the floor and walls, along with a table flipped over. After completing a full circle around the room, you placed your hands on your hips confused when your senses could not pick up a presence.

"What is this, hide and seek? Thought you said it was childish when I did it to you-" You were cut off as you were tackled to the ground, a strong grip on your shoulders pinning you down. Pain surged as the claws teared into your skin. Peering up at your attacker was Miguel, who looked more feral than usual as he towered over your face, angrily bearing his fangs. His head turned to the side of your neck, grazing over your veins before sinking his fangs - lapping at the blood spilling. You let out a groan, feeling your dick stirring at the action. The flame within you grew brighter, enough to light up a small campfire.

“Hey now, if you wanted to initiate something with me. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, yanno?” You quipped, attempting to push him off with your legs. Though it seemingly felt useless as he’s much stronger than you in terms of strength. Detecting resistance, he growled pushing you deeper into the ground until his body shuddered and let out a soft whine, losing power over you. Taking the opportunity, you quickly switched your positions around before exerting force to his wrists above his head, locking his legs around yours at the same time.

“It’s over Miguel, I have the high ground. So let’s start talking, yeah?” You said, taking the time to fully analyze his current state as he thrashed around, attempting to break free.

His hair was disheveled from its usual swept back appearance, brown eyes tinted with red, and lips lightly stained with blood from what would be assumed of yours. What mainly held your attention was the hard dick pressed up against your own, albeit not as hard… yet. More logs, added to the flame. Paying even more attention, Miguel had long since begun rutting on you, releasing soft whines that progressively got louder. Face flushed, his cries got louder until moved your hand down to his hips, forcing them to still.

Upset by your actions, he began squirming once again in your grasp trying to gain any friction on his straining dick. Entertained by this you let out a chuckle at his actions, “I didn’t take you for a bitch in heat Miguel. I don’t mind fucking you senseless if that’s what you want.”

For the first time, your words seemed to have been processed in his mind. Perhaps at the words “bitch” and “fucking you senseless” was all he took away. And from what you could interpret, Miguel seemed to be more compliant as he waited, staring into your eyes for your next move.

You trailed your hand from his hip across his torso, feeling the toned firm abs on your palm. Closing your eyes, you heightened your sense of what his soft skin must feel like underneath. It wasn’t your first time running your hands along his abs, as you had decided to join his customary workout session. More like you invited yourself claiming that steel-ton trucks weren’t going to be handled by just anyone. He begrudgingly sighed refusing to argue although he didn’t put up much of a fight and the next morning you stood in front of the gym, duffel bag slung across your shoulders with Miguel at your side.

The gym had been far greater than your own personal gym’s dimension, but what really made the place shine was watching a slightly sweaty Miguel performing curl ups beneath you as you held down his legs. He didn’t ask you to but rolled his eyes while hearing you proclaim that proper positioning of the feet were important to ensure a safe workout. His face was lightly scrunched as he focused on completing his sets, your eyes lingered on his chest that were more profound and round each time he came up and traveled to his torso, abs showing due to sweat clinging onto the shirt. You didn’t even realize Miguel had finished his sets and begun looking up at your face as he laid on the ground, chest heaving, trying to maintain his normal breathing.

The tension was palpable between you two, as it had been whenever you were both left alone in a room. Moving your hands from his legs, tracing at his abs but before you could slip your hands under his shirt to feel more, a stranger rudely interrupted your rather boner-inducing moment by asking to use the area if you both were done. Miguel let out an annoyed click before standing, clearing his stuff out and proceeded to the pull up bars. You stared daggers into the strangers back, gritting your teeth, before returning to completing the rest of your workout, huffing as you went along and closed your eyes embedding the view into your head; opening them at the sight of Miguel’s thrashing beneath you as your mind had carried you elsewhere away from him. Heat swarmed within your body, as much bigger logs fueled the flames.

You let out a chuckle and gripped at his suit before tearing the fabric apart on his thighs. Asking that he’d forgive you later, Miguel hissing at you before quivering, at the cold hands felt on his skin. Palming his dick on your hands, not willing to give him just what he wants so soon. Miguel let out a drawled moan as he pushed hips up, applying more pressure on his leaking dick, aching for more.

No longer able to resist your own throbbing prick, you removed your hand from his cock and went to release your own from its imprisonment, making the mistake as your grip on his wrists loosen. Miguel seized the opportunity and broke free, wrestling your own arms for control. Snarling as he pushed you back slightly which was short lived as your hand returned — after managing to pull your pants down — grabbing at his arms and flipping him around, laying flat on his stomach. You pressed the side of his head into the floor, hissing at his ear.

“Stay down like the bitch you are and take it.” you snapped shoving three of your fingers into his mouth, lining your cock at his cheeks, fucking those fat globes hidden underneath his tight suit. Tearing at the fabric, giving you more leverage to his ass. Miguel moans around your fingers, sucking and coating them in his spit as you increase the pace. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you huffed into his neck, marking the sensitive skin, “Won’t stop till you’re full of my seed, carrying my kids.” Miguel whimpered, cock twitching at the thought of being bred so thoroughly in order to carry your children inside of him.

You purred into his ear, loving the way he began losing himself more to the pleasure. “You like that? Breed you full of my kids inside your cunt, huh?” Miguel whines got louder, desperately moving his hips further against your own in response. You slipped your fingers out his mouth, rimming around his entrance before slipping inside. At first, you toyed with him, simply thrusting it in and swirling it around, but hearing his broken whimpers you curled the finger relishing at the sounds.

Miguel’s face altered between pain and pleasure as you slipped the second finger in. Stretching the ring in scissoring motions as he jerked weakly back into your fingers, cock straining against his torso, swollen tip leaking onto the floor desperately wishing for more.

You tutted at his actions, shoving his hips down on the ground — digging your nails into his side. “Last warning love, I’ll have to web you down on this floor. Is that what you want?” Miguel turned to his side, face flushed and glaring into your eyes, a low growl emitting from his throat that was cut off with a yelp as you inserted a third finger. You pump your fingers in and out of his entrance, watching as he slightly arched his back and let out small mewls of pleasure. You could feel him forcibly relaxing as you readied him for your cock.

After a few more of these ministrations, you removed your fingers from and spat at your hand, coating your erection, aligning at his puckering hole. The thought of thrusting in with the lack of decent preparation crossed your mind as it would be pleasurable, but the second Miguel was sane he’d tear you to half, refusing to allow you anywhere near him. For a while at least. Flames had turned into a roaring bonfire, slowly dissipating your desire to hold back.

Taking it slow, you eased your way in, groaning as the tight crevice swallowed you deeper. Miguel gasped at the intrusion, squirming away as you plunged deeper into his, settling fully inside him. Your senses melting at the seams as intense flames of pleasure surged throughout your body, letting out a keen growl into his ear. The unknown wave of heat continued to boil within you, huffing steams of hot air from your nostrils. Your eyes slightly tinted red peering back at his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight for me” you growled into his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck. “So fucking tight for me, gonna make you my personal cum dump.”

Miguel whimpered, closing his eyes and buried his head into the floor while the pain of the stretch died and anticipation of getting fucked full arose. He wiggled his hips back, hoping to entice your animalistic urge that you’ve been holding back to give him adequate time to adjust. You cooed at his submission to you and rewarded him with continuous hard thrusts, shoving your cock as deep as you could, flames consuming your entire body.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, letting out broken cries, clamping down around your cock. There was a mix of pain at the brutal thrusts as he didn’t have the best preparation, but that didn’t matter as he continued to beg, throwing his ass back to meet your pace. Garbling nonsensical strings of ‘words’ that were stuck in his throat, cries of pleasure coming up instead.

You keened as you put more pressure into the grip on his hip, releasing your hold on his wrists and rammed your cock in, molding his ass so it would remember only you and your shape. The thought reeling you deeper into the unconscious, leaving only your carnal desires to devour you whole along with dumping all your cum into the man below, belly round - full of your cum. Miguel clawed at the ground bracing himself as you continued your onslaught, drool pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could barely think straight, the only thing he can remember is sitting at his chair before a scalding heat washed over him and now he’s being fucked into oblivion until his desire to be thoroughly bred satiated.

Miguel pressed his hips back and rocked against yours, not wanting to waste any drop of cum that could fertilize his children carrying within him. Seeing Miguel so pliant to be fucked full of your cum drove you to the edge, biting his neck which left a dark mark. Though it wasn’t enough to break skin, it will warn others that the bitch was claimed and to stay away. Either way, the reaction that got out of the submissive man was a choked sob, body trembling before spurts of cum sprayed on his chest, dripping onto the floor. He collapsed underneath you, but still weakly tightened his hole around your cock, determined to milk it for all it’s worth.

Your thrusts became erratic as you neared closer and closer to eruption. Panting heavy into his ear you snarled, “Fu- fucking shit, here it comes baby. Don’t spill any of it bitch, got it?” Miguel whimpered, but obeyed as he mustered up all his remaining strength to clench his hole. Pushing your chest against his back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you soon let out a groan, hips jerking before stilling altogether. Strings of curses leaving your mouth, swearing that for a small moment your soul ascended towards a warm comforting light.

Miguel was in a similar disheveled state as you, though slightly worse off. His face laying in a pool of his own drool, red eyes dimmed as his brown eyes returned, claws retracting into his fingers and ass quivering to hold in your cum, slowly reaching its end.

You rolled to the side, cock still lodged in Miguel and ran your hand along his side, stopping to caress his stomach, feeling a slight bump that was undoubtedly your cum. Which was almost concerning as you had never come this much before, much less been this aggressive during sex with anyone, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just different with Miguel, curling your arms around him. Speaking of the man, he let out a groan as he shakily turned his body to face you. Eyes piercing into your soul, face contorted in slight anger. You chuckled and ran your hand in his hair, caressing the side of his face, whipping off the drool gently.

“Welcome back my charming beast. Did your dashing prince break the curse?” You smiled, watching as Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes at you.

“It wasn’t a curse, I just lacked the necessary genes of a spider and lost control a little. It’s a side effect of sorts.”

“A little?” You eyed, glancing at the room covered in claw marks that matched the scratches on your shoulders and arms.

Miguel turned to the side, mouth creased.

“I’m sorry, this was a first for me too… I’ve never attacked someone before,” he quietly muttered under his breath. Seeing this, you huddled him close into your arms and kissed the top of his temple.

“Hey now, it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle anyway, you forgetting that I’m Spider-Man?“ You chided, pressing your forehead against his. A small smile gracing his face as you both quietly waited to regain your strength. Falling in a trance of listening to one another's breathing, body’s conjoined as one.

“Say, when you were working on that DNA thing, was there a little bit of wolf involved?”

“No there wasn’t, stop talking. You’re ruining the moment.”

“So it’s just a cute little kink of yours to be bred by me?”

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“My dick is literally still in you.”

Miguel grumbled and made a weak effort of pushing away from you, but you laughed it off, pulling him closer.

a/n: hey y’all, it’s a little bit late but here it is, in all it’s smutty glory. i would also like to say that my eyes have been opened to a much softer side of Miguel as a soccer mom, but because of a bastard on my tiktok fyp, there is an angst ending in my mind that could be separated from the main, if one wishes to remain in la-la-land. i might write up a lil on that world to see how it'd work, not sure when it'd drop. but because of this smut, my brain kept making different branches of miguel getting fucked and it won’t stop plaguing my mind so those are in the works, one of them including jealousy towards lego spider-man… hope y'all enjoyed this.

that being said, leon’s fic is up next to be dropped though i might be a smidge late on that. apologies. if you are interested in that, you the reader purchase an experimental drug that heals wounds made by the merchant. you give it to a wounded leon who later on notices changes in his body, specifically his chest as stains show up on his shirt... around his nipples...

[yourftmfriend]

I can imagine Miguel biting reader and his venom leads to them becoming paralyzed and leads to Miguel fucking himself on readers cock or face.-🥭

aw i can just imagine it. he didn’t bite you on purpose. for sure. but he sure as hell enjoyed how he can use you like this. he’d just ride your face to no end as you couldn’t even struggle with his venom in your veins. his clit against your nose as he grinded himself on your face desperately, in hopes of reaching his high. he’d grasp your hair, pulling and playing with it. once he came on your face he’d move onto your dick. it was still hard as he slid it in. you could feel him holding onto your chest as he jumped up and down your cock. he kept muttering curses under his breath in both Spanish and English. sure you hated not being able to touch him but you admit the sight was heavenly. he tried so hard to cum without your touch, playing with his clit and nipples while he jumped up and down on your dick but his poor little body couldn’t handle all the stimulation. he latched onto your neck to keep his moans in, trying not to bite you again considering your situation. he wouldn’t ever admit but he needs your touch to actually cum. he just claims that he doesn’t need you to cum-is what started this all in the first place-. once he came for the second time he lifted himself up your cock just to collapse onto your chest. you are definitely going to get back on him for that one.

[alligatorstomachacid]

Can you feed me some fics please?

Miguel has a size kink and m reader is much taller than him? Fucking Miguel rough and overstimulating him? Pretty please?🥺🥺🥺

For sure! Male!reader, top!reader, Dom!Reader, Bottom!Miguel, Sub!Miguel. Size kink, overstimulation, rough fucking, fucking in the kitchen because I said so. Minors DNI! Fem may interact but do not fetishize my content!

Miguel's face was pressed into the cold granite counter. Your hand tangled in his messy hair keeping his head down. You're much bigger build towers over him. Your larger build always got him riled up.

Your other hand is gripping his right shoulder for support. Your thrusts are harsh and fast paced, making him cry out. He's getting close to his orgasm, his cock twitching as his mind becomes foggy. He moans as he cums onto the cabinets below the counter. Your constant thrusts don't relent. You continue to fuck him, leaving no time for him to come down from his climax.

Miguel whines and grips onto the counter, his knuckles turning white. Tears well in his eyes as he whimpers. You grin wickedly and bend over him. Your broad chest pressed against his back, reminding him just how much bigger you are compared to him. You lick his neck, causing Miguel to shiver. Tears begin to fall from his eyes. His mouth hangs open, a puddle of saliva and tears begin to form on the counter. You snicker at the sight.

"Poor Miguel~." You coo, gripping the hair in the back of his head and pulling harshly, ripping a moan from his chest. His eyes roll back and he cums again. His legs shake under him, threatening to give out. Miguel shakes his head.

"To big." Miguel groans, referring to your dick. You smile, his comment fueling your pride and the fire burning in your abdomen. You bite the back of his neck, your teeth digging into his tan skin. Miguel is shaking from overstimulated, his brain is jumbled and foggy. He's whimpering and crying. Tears flowing freely down his pink cheeks. Your thrusts are becoming sloppy as you come closer to finishing. You rest your forehead on his strong shoulder as you bury yourself deep in him. You cum, filling him up. Miguel's legs finally give out, you quickly wrap your arms around his waist to keep him from falling.

"Ready for another round?" You whisper into his ear. Miguel closes his eyes and whimpers, knowing it'll be a long night.

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A/N: Sorry this was so short and took so long. I've lost so much motivation to write in general. I'm also not feeling well mentally and physically. I'll put some other fics out when I feel like it. I'm in school and stuff like that, so it'll be a bit.

A/N: Ah! I read the comment and realized the your and you're problem 😭 I'll fix it now, I didn't do a proof read

[cupcakeinat0r]

Naw cuz his arch is a lil tew good here???……….

[inkykodo]

Love Game

Pairing: Dom!Miguel Ohara x Sub!male Reader

Warning: This fanfic contains smut and is intended for AMAB readers. mentions of Rough sex, Teasing, bareback and use of sex toys will be in this fanfic. Be advised

(A/n: i thought of the title because i was listening to lady gaga's song "Love game" after writing this fic LMAO)

After losing a bet with Mr O'Hara, you now owe him a favor. (y/n) doesn't know when he'll use that favor or what he'll make you do. you just know deep inside its something dangerous. "(Y/n) about that bet..." Miguel catches him off guard as you try to think of what to do when the time eventually comes. As you snap out of it he realizes that the time is now, before he can process the situation Miguel grabs you by the arm and pulls you in a utility closet. "Get ready for a challenge cariño... this won't be easy but oh well... who said it was in the first place?" Miguel plasters a smug smile on his face as he pulls out a vibrator. "Wait- Miguel I-" Miguel places a finger on your lips; his long and rough fingers stopping your protest as he unbuckles your belt. "I won fair and square..." Miguel lets out a rumbling growl as he squeezes your thigh. Your mind flashes back to the night before; A busy pub where people spend their night to drink and relax, Miguel sits down beside you and orders a drink. You pay him no mind as you continue to drink away your sorrows.

"Rough day huh?" Miguel nods and grabs a drink before taking a swig of his whiskey. My eyes turn to the huge and buff man, my eyes carefully analyzing his bulk body; I take a another gulp of my drink and answer his question with a groggy voice. "Mhm! right on..." My body slumps over as i raise my glass beckoning the barkeep for another drink. "woah... slow down there buddy" Miguel chuckles taking his drink into his mouth. I side eye him raising a brow "Hey- you know what, I challenge you to a drinking contest big guy!" as I challenge Miguel to a drink he scoffs and turns towards me, his fingers gently placed on my chin, "I dont think youd handle it little boy" My cheeks deepens in color as your talons flex under my skin. "We'll see about that!" you pull away breaking Miguel's gentle touch, (y/n) takes Miguel's whiskey and chugs it down. (Y/n) slams it down on the table; He lets out an audible exhale as the strong liquid travels down to his stomach, burning his tongue and warming his insides. He looks up at Miguel, his eyes widen in surprise he didn't expect such a guy to take in a strong whiskey that easily. After a while you were both spent but neither would give up; on the verge of liver failure and organ shutdown you finally yield and throw up inside one if the toilets stalls. When you finally wake up, your head is banging inside your skull; you realize you took it to far and went black out drunk.

Snap back to the present and now you're now face to face with the intimidating man you challenged. you realize what you've gotten yourself into; and you're clearly starting to regret your decisions. "So, what say you (y/n)?" Miguel's lips curl into a malicious smile as he places the vibrator in front of you. with no choice you are forced to face the challenge presented by Miguel himself. (Y/n) owly nods his head; as Miguel See's your timid response he wastes no time as he flips you around grabbing a packet of lube and ripping it open; Miguel slathers the lube on his calloused hand and he rubs lubricant on the vibrator he slowly inserts it inside (y/n)'s ass. you shiver as the cold liquid touched your soft anal walls. As Miguel finished inserting it in, you feel it directly pressing against your prostate; the sheer amount of pleasure driving you mad. Miguel's hands begin to roam and explore your body. his rough and calloused hands move up your shirt as he feels around your bare chest glistening with sweat from how Miguel is pressing up against (y/n). "You're my dirty little secret, Mi amor" his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as he presses the vibrator deeper into (y/n)'s ass; crushing your prostate. Miguel enjoys your reaction as he watches you squirm and writhe in pleasure below him. "Only i know how good it feels when you're beneath me, begging for more" as (y/n) begins to grind his hips against the vibrator, pressing against Miguel's crotch trying desperately to bury it deeper down his guts; Miguel suddenly pulls your pants up and smacks your ass. the sudden slap making you yelp in surprise. "Behave... you dont want me to lose control trust me." Miguel says in a stern and cold manner as he tries to keep his reserved and stoic appearance.

Miguel smacks his (y/n)'s once more, the vibrator jumping inside as you jolt from Miguel's harsh slap on your rear. Miguel leaves and you follow soon after. you walk down the hall and greet the other spidermen and spiderwomen normally as if nothing is out of the ordinary. but little do they know you secretly have a vibrator shoved up your ass directly pressing against your most sensitive areas. you hastily make your way to the lab and sit down; (y/n) gasps as it presses down on my prostate squeezing it, you slump over your desk. (y/n)'s huge boner looking at you begging for release. your co worker looks at you with concern, "you okay man?" you snap your head back up as you look at him with a smile and (y/n) nods instantaneously "yup i just didn't get enough sleep haha" you chuckle awkwardly. "i better get up better and go get coffee!" your coworker awkwardly laughs back as he looks at you hearing a faint buzzing sound. he looks up wondering if the lights above were broken... you makes your way to the vending machine; (y/n)'s breathing becomes heavy as he tucks his huge erection to his waist band; after he has slightly calmed down he chooses a coffee. unbeknownst of Miguel's arrival, He sees (y/n) getting coffee. Miguel seemed curious and enticed as he knows you have a vibrator inside your ass. with the remote in Miguel's hand. he takes it out and press vibrate. Miguel leans next to a wall as he looks at you, Miguel sees you frantically looking around spotting if anyone saw you flinch in an unnatural way. the buzzing of the vibrator combined with the pleasure of it pressing against your tight anal walls distracts you from finding Miguel. you grab the coffee and start to drink it. as you slowly placed the cup on your lips, it goes even faster; your legs begin to shake as the vibrations move like the waves of an earthquake inside you. (y/n) jolts forward and crosses his legs. you grab a nearby chair and boom. bad choice because as you sits down its not only pressing against your prostate its digging even deeper into you.

Miguel watches (y/n) from afar, enjoying the way he's squirming and fidgeting as the vibrator works its magic on him. He can see the way (y/n)'s breathing is getting heavier and more labored, and he knows that you're getting close to the edge.

He presses the vibrate button even harder, the buzzing sound growing louder and more intense. you jolts forward in your chair, crossing your legs as the pleasure courses through your body. Miguel can't resist any longer. Miguel calls (y/n)'s phone; it suddenly buzzes in your pocket. you gasp softly as you thought the vibration is about to get much worse. you answer the call from Miguel and put the phone close to your ear.

"You like that, mi amor?" he whispers, the rumbling of his deep husky voice sending shivers down (y/n)'s spine. "You like having that vibrator deep inside you, making you feel so good?"

You turn around and see Miguel looking at you with lust and desire in his eyes. You shift in your seat as you try to contain your desire for him. "What's wrong cariño? something caught your tail?" Miguel stares straight at you as people walk by between the lobby area; the air wrapping your tense body as it begins to shake. the vibrations becoming too much to bear, your chest rises and falls while he maintains eye contact with Miguel; he looks at you smirking and enjoying the way you shake before him. In a blink of an eye he's gone and something catches your attention, something grabs your hand and pulls you to a dark corner of the building. Realizing it was Miguel who caught you, your eyes widen in relief as you thought he was gonna take it out. "Miguel.... i cant take this... s'too much.." you cling to Miguel's shoulder as your words become slurred and diminished. pleading for release, you beg before Miguel to take it out and instead put his cock in; Miguel ignores (y/n)'s cries of pleasure; paying no heed to your sobbing, Miguel just quiets you down by kissing you. your movements get sloppier and shakier as your legs are on the verge of giving up. "fuck... Miguel..." (y/n) calls out his name in desperation.

"I know it feels intense, mi amor, but just hold on a little longer," he whispers, his lips hovering over (y/n)'s plump kissers. "I promise you won't regret it."

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pressing the vibrator harder and harder, watching you as you squirm and moan louder with euphoria. He knows that you're on the verge of exploding, and he's not about to let you off the hook yet.

Finally, Miguel relents and takes out the vibrator. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the pressure ease, but before you can catch your breath, he replaces it with his thick, pulsing cock....

Miguel slowly pushes inside you, the sensations building as he feels his girth stretching you open.you yell in ecstacy as Miguel's tip makes its way into the insides of your soft anal walls. you can feel your guts slowly molding itself to the shape of Miguel's cock; as you presses himself against the wall, Miguel leans in and bites your neck while humping you like a wild animal. "After this, you'll come to me begging for more. your insides will remember the shape of my cock." Miguel's hot breath against the bare of your skin sends shivers down your spine. Miguel grunts and plunges himself deeper into your ass abusing your poor prostate. With each deep, powerful thrust, you feels your pleasure building higher and higher, "I want to see you cum, mi amor. I want to watch you lose control and explode all over me," Miguel says, his voice thick with lust and desire. (y/n) can't hold back any longer. he lets out a primal scream as he cums hard, your body shaking with the force of your own orgasm.

Miguel doesn't stop, he keeps pounding into you even harder, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Finally, he can't hold back any longer. He pulls suddenly pulls out and shoots his hot, sticky cum all over your back, marking you as his own. "You're mine now, mi amor. Mine to play with and pleasure however I want," he says, his voice low and seductive. you breathe heavily unable to register Miguel's words from what you just experienced. you felt like you were taken to heaven and back. Miguel chuckles and cleans you up before he takes your hand and brings you to the clinic to get some rest.

[selfmessages]

Whipped Miguel who worships the ground you walk on—literally, this man is completely enamored by your existence. I mean, how could someone so perfect, so divine, even be real? Miguel constantly reminds you of how perfect he thinks you are. Praise for you is always at the tip of his tongue. Even if you don’t think you’re perfect, you could do absolutely no wrong in his eyes.

Whipped Miguel who vows to protect you til his very last breath. He doesn’t make any effort to hide how protective he is of you either. Pretty much all of Spider Society knows of his possessiveness over you. If so much as a hair on your head is out of place- (just imagine what he did to miles and times it by 10) Most of his free time is spent following you around under the guise of him needing to protect you. (It’s true, he wants to protect you from danger but he mostly just wants to spend time with you… and scare off any people who might try to take you from him.) You sometimes joke that he acts like a little puppy with separation anxiety. He’ll roll his eyes and cross his arms with a huff in a typical Miguel fashion, but we all know he doesn’t mind.

Whipped Miguel who stops at nothing to please you, including in bed. His favorite position is missionary. Simply because he loves seeing your face and all the expressions you make while he hits your sweet spot dead on, over and over again. He also loves hearing your sweet moans, maybe a little too much to the point where he constantly overstimulates you. He’ll have you shaking and twitching uncontrollably from the mind-bending orgasms he gives you. His aftercare is top tier so you don’t mind. He will clean you, change the bedsheets, get you food/water, and whatever else you need.

Whipped Miguel who loves having you in his arms. Fall asleep while he’s holding you and he could die a happy man right then and there. If you’re having any self-doubts he will plant you firmly in his lap with his arms around you while whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear. He just loves you so much.

We ❤️ whipped Miguel

[taurder]

Rude

top!dom!reader x bottom!miguel o'hara.

contains: edging, dacryphilia, begging, mentions of exhibitionism, oral (character receiving), spanking, fingering, degrading, bondage (hands tied up), dom/sub, power play? implied spider-person reader.

note: i really am getting all this spiderverse scenarios out of my head now.

"that was very rude, you know? you don't just shut people up mid briefing". you say casually, delivering the seventh spank into miguel's ass, hearing him moan against the piece of clothing you shoved into his mouth. "you were mad we haven't had time to do this? please, you were just bitching" you loved how every single one added to the red color in his glutes.

again he pushed back at you, a needy whine being muffled and again you slapped his thigh as punishment right after giving him another spank with your bare hand. he had been really rude in the meeting earlier, snapping at everyone, doing sarcastic remarks and cutting people off mid speech.

but here with you he was shivering, pretty and quick to apologize over and over again when you scolded his behavior. just minutes ago he had been serving your dick with his mean tongue. sucking and jerking you off while you pulled his hair, pushing it backwards as you saw him spread his thighs while being on his knees, probably trying to have his suit giving pressure in his own unattended cock.

you came in his mouth with no warning minutes later, pushing him off and remarking that you'd be as mean with him as he was with the others. "please, i didn't mean to. i'll be better, i promise" he begged more than once when you continued toying with his body. once he stood up again you guided him to the bed, pushing him to have his face against the mattress, his feet still on the floor as his long legs made it so his lower back was slightly arched.

and so you fingered him with lots of lube, until the wet sounds were impossible to ignore each time you went inside him. his moans became louder, his hands clenching at the sheets when you used your other hand to also stimulate his member, keeping the rhythm your fingers fucking him had.

more time passing, more sinful sounds and apologies coming from his mouth once he realized you weren't planning on letting him cum soon. you had four fingers in already when you heard the first sob, your own dick twitching as you checked on him. "you made me do this, miguel, how else am i gonna punish you for your bad behavior?" he knew the pause was to made sure you could continue, and so he turn to see you, nodding with teary eyes and pushing back against you.

"i'm sorry i was rude" he groaned when you squeezed his dick again, keeping him from cumming when he was feeling so close again. "i really am– fuck. please, please, i'll be good" you then pushed your fingers out, and so the spanking began short after. you decided to give him one for each spider-person he was rude to, and he took them well enough, getting his tears in the bed in the process.

"why were you apologizing to me anyways? you should be saying those things to the others" and here you were, with miguel still in the same position, except you have added some rope around his wrists, pulling his hands behind his back and the clothing in his mouth when he wouldn't stop asking for release six spanks in. he had been ten minutes silent after that, and much more time at the edge of cumming. his twitching dick oozing pre cum a prove of that.

"but then again you wouldn't do this to apologize to the others, would you?" another slap. "nah, you just give them your bitchy attitude to then come to me to be treated like one, right?" you delivered the final spank right into his hole, watching his legs tense up and pushing his ass up as a reflex. "you think they'll be as hurt with your words if they saw you like this?" a groan followed by a muffled moan was your answer and you were kind enough to remove the clothing now.

"well? should we ever show them the big intimidating spider-man being fucked?" you hear him swear, eyes closed when you grab his hips. "show them how that menacing voice of yours turns into slutty moans?" you guide your cock into his hole, and when you hear him sighing in relief with a low yes you chuckle. "yes? you want everyone to see their boss being submissive and good?"

"no! no– please, just you. i've been good, yes? i'll be better, i swear" he pushes back again, desperate, keening when you don't move away, letting him impale himself into your cock. "aghhgh yes, yesss, mggh– please fuck me. want you to so so bad" you don't respond and he sobs again, really pushing himself until you're totally inside him.

he arches his back more, moving his shoulders and wiggling his ass again to provoke you. feeling no movement however he softly swears again, starting to move on his own, pushing back and moving up, grinding his body into the bed to fuck himself, wanting more. "please, please sir, i need it" a little sniff and some seconds more of your torture and you finally give in.

you can hear his breathy whine when you finally thrust back with his movements, setting a fast rhythm when you can't delay anymore your own pleasure. you fuck him hard, getting your dick almost completely out to them go right back in, hitting his prostate and making him wail. you grab his glutes to push them apart, loving to see how his hole takes you with no protest, moaning on your own when you let go and those glutes bounce a little. this encourages you go deeper, be meaner with each thrust.

miguel thanks you over and over, his words slurring out so prettily that is almost over for you. he comes first, screaming your name loudly as his dick finally gets the release it needed. you can see how his hands get into fists from the pleasure and you have put him in this position enough times in the past to know even without looking that he's biting his lip, eyes up in his head while the sheets get painted in seed along with the floor.

you thrust into him a couple more times enjoying hearing him moan, being oversensitive as you cum too, making him take your hot seed inside. it takes you both some time to stabilize your breathing, and you begin untying miguel's hands still being inside him. "learned your lesson?" you ask, caressing his sides and letting out a surprised sound followed by a soft laugh when you feel his hole squeezing your dick. "guess not".

"i might need more than that".

[bomertheshark]

Breeding

A Miguel O’Hara x Top male reader

Short

Your main employer Miguel O’Hara also happened to be your partner. You had just recently started dating since he really didn’t want to start dating someone who he worked with much less someone who wasn’t from his universe. You guys made it work.

He had started acting a little weird lately, wanting to hold mayday more and more, lingering near baby shops when you two went on walks together when you weren’t busy, he went so far as looking at baby clothes online. You didn’t think much of it just chalking it up to be that he was missing his late daughter.

Throughout the entirety of the next day you barely saw him, you were worried but you wanted to make sure he had space if he needed it. Your concern grew when he texted you to come to his house that night so that you two could talk. You worried about it all day, worrying if it was that he was upset, hurt or if he didn’t want to date you anymore. Nothing could have prepared you for what was to really come that night.

After the day was done and you made sure that everyone got the help they needed you headed to Miguels house in his universe making sure to look presentable and to be prepared for anything the moment you walked through that door. What you weren’t expecting was the sight of your lover bent of your shared bed prepped and looking at you with blown out eyes. You laughed a little from the situation as all the anxiety that riddled your body left you all at once. “What’s all this Miggs? You look so pretty like this.” He wagged his hips a little at you before saying that he wanted you to fuck him. Just plain and simple no running around it or anything just “I want you to come over here and fuck me.” Obviously you weren’t going to turn that down.

Once you had gotten undressed from your suit and made sure you had extra lube and a condom with you that’s when you finally stood between his legs. You decided to prep him even if he seemed to be prepped since you could never be to careful, that was obviously not what he wanted because again he straight up told you. “I don’t want your fucking fingers, I prepped so that you could fuck me straight away. I’ve waited long enough just fuck me!” You gave one last thrust of your fingers before slipping on the condom and lubing it up. Every time you fucked it was like the first time, he was tight and warm just perfect for you, he always made you feel like a virgin with how he felt and every time without fail he used it to his advantage. “You like how I feel don’t you? Perfect around you, perfect just for you, just for you to fuck me hard and rough.” And you did every time, giving into what he wanted and fucking him hard and rough, pulling his hair and putting him in every position imaginable, each one better than the last, deeper, warmer.

You’re not sure how but at one point you took the condom off after finishing in it, he was able to convince you to not put another one on as now he was riding you. He was gorgeous with how his hair framed his face and how he was holding one hand on your thigh to keep steady and the other in front of his mouth as if he was trying to quiet his moans. His dick slapping against his stomach as it stood upright even after cumming multiple times evident by the way his abdomen glistened in the light. You sobered up more when he started panting and whining that he wanted you to cum in him so that he could be pregnant with your baby. Just wanted to be bred by you over and over again.

This nearly pushed you over the edge before realizing that you really could get him pregnant, remembering that he had told you that since he was a part spider hybrid it had changed his genetics a bit and now he had a womb. He could in fact get pregnant by you. You held his hips firmly to stop him from moving, he whined since he was really close to finishing again but you stopped him telling him to get stop or get off because you weren’t wearing protection. He didn’t stop, using the fact that he had webs in him to stick your hands to your sides so that you couldn’t stop him from moving. He only bounced on your cock harder when you warned him that you were almost there.

After several times telling him that you were close and to get off because you weren’t wearing protection you gave a final thrust as you came undone in him, the orgasm lasting longer than usual and being more intense since you had never finished in him raw before, being able to feel his walls being even warmer and getting tighter was such immense pleasure that you forgot about the fact that you could get him pregnant and ended the night with the last round being in the mating press.

It wasn’t until the next day that you realized what had happened and what could happen. After months you had a beautiful baby and were glad that that night had happened when you saw your baby for the first time and they held your finger in their little hand.

I wrote more smut in this one, hope you guys eat it up 🤭

[submenarehotties]

“ take 𝙞𝙩 like 𝙖 good 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩! „

submissive! miguel o’hara x dominant! male! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the atsv movie)

cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, anal, degradation kink, exhibition kink, reader has a dick, rough handling, brat! miguel, brat tamer! reader, mean! reader, spanking (miguel receives), slight angst, biting (miguel and reader both receive).

summary: Miguel has been getting on your nerves. Why not fuck him on the balcony? He loves to be watched. After all, he’s Spiderman, everyone wants to watch him. And if he can’t handle that, take him to bed and fuck him even harder.

note: not proofread. reader wants miguel to hurt bad. :) [ but dw cause miguel loves it. ]

word count: 1.3K+

The continuous slap of your skin to Miguel’s made his face flush. Just thinking about your cock buried in his tight hole made Miguel whimper and ache for you. Miguel gasps, gripping the balcony ‘til his knuckles turned white.

“We n-need to stop. We’ll get c-caught.” Miguel moans.

“What’s so wrong with that?” You tease, your teeth nipping at his earlobe.

Miguel let out cries, making you thrust two fingers into his mouth, making his sounds muffled.

“I would love to hear you let out sounds, but it seems you really do want to be caught.”

“If we do get caught. I’ll leave you here, all hard. And we both know you can’t get off without me.”

Muffles of him trying to talk through your fingers that were stuffed in his mouth made you grin.

“Hm? What was that? I should leave you now?” You say, running your hands down his slutty waist.

Miguel shook his head violently. His drool was now dripping down your fingers. What a slut.

You take your fingers out of Miguel’s mouth and stop your thrusts inside him, “Answer this for me. Who’s orgasm is more important?”

Miguel’s voice is raspy when he replies, “Yours.”

“Mmm, that’s right.” You reply, running a hand down his bare back, making goosebumps appear and the muscles on his back flex.

Miguel tries to push his ass further on your dick, but you spank him hard on his ass, to which Miguel yelps.

“You’ll take exactly what I give you and no more. Got it?” You state.

Miguel murmurs a response. You wrap a hand around the front of his neck and pull him up against you. Miguel leans his head onto your shoulder, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Was that a smart-ass response?” You demand.

“No.” He whispers.

He’s lying through his teeth. Everyone may think Miguel’s good at lying. He’s not. You see right through him everytime.

“Liar. Tell me exactly what you said. Cause you’re really starting to piss me off where I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Miguel lets out a light gasp, shocked at your hurtful words. Of all things Miguel’s said, why shouldn’t you be able to talk back to him just as hurtful? You want him to hurt.

“I said that I’ll take whatever I want.” Miguel says softly that you barely hear it.

“It’s funny that you had the nerve to say that when my dick is up your ass and I’m the one in control, not you.”

“‘m sorry. I just wanted you to make me feel good…” Miguel murmurs.

“The only reason you’re here is to make me feel good. To hell if you feel good.”

Miguel’s eyes water, but he says nothing else. You finally sigh, pulling out of him.

“Did I go too far?” You ask, a hand resting on Miguel’s bare hip.

Miguel shakes his head, “No.”

“Then get your ass inside so I can fuck you more.” You reply, walking inside.

Miguel’s ear tint red. You always were very blunt with your desires toward Miguel. Miguel actually preferred when you degraded him like that. He loves when you make him hurt.

Miguel had many kinks and you knew about every single one. He loved the idea of being watched but he was a tad uncomfortable because it was his first time trying that out and you saw that.

Miguel gulped as he walked inside. He just knew his face was beet red.

“I want you on the bed, lying on your back.” You command, and Miguel did as he was told, and you climb on top of him.

“My intention was not to make you cry. I’m not good at feelings.” You say softly, placing kisses carefully down his body.

“I-It’s okay,” Miguel says, feeling embarrassed, and covering his face with his hands.

You were never like this.

“I am not a gentle dom either. But, you knew exactly what you signed up for.” You say, suddenly biting into his thigh.

Miguel flinched and let out a loud moan, fisting the sheets beside him.

“You’re a whore. But… You’re my whore.” You continue, licking the bite.

“You’re always free to use your safeword. Yet, you never do. Because it all feels good, no matter what I do to you.” You say, sinking your teeth onto another part of his thigh.

You lick over the bite as you did with the other one before glancing up at the mess of the man you made.

“I’m right, no?” You finish, rubbing the outside of his thighs, slowly sliding them open.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Miguel moans.

He was such a slut for physical touch. Yours only, of course.

“Mmm, I know you best.” You reply.

“Only you.” Miguel corrects innocently.

“Yes, that’s right.” You say, your cock tapping at his entrance, making Miguel visibly gulp.

You lean down, your lips almost touching, making sure his eyes are locked on you before slowly guiding your cock inside him.

“I missed your dick.” Miguel whines.

“Only been a few minutes, baby.” You chuckle.

“Felt like forever—nngh!” Miguel is cut off by you thrusting hard into him.

“Hush. I only want sounds from you.” You state, running a finger over his mouth to shush him.

“You shouldn’t try to form coherent sentences when you know you won’t be able to when I’m done with you.”

Miguel’s cries make you want to ruin him even more. His hole wrapped around your cock so good. You wanted to do terrible things to him. And he’d let you.

Miguel whined your name and pulled you close, making you groan at his sudden actions, and he kissed you. It might’ve seemed innocent to others, but you knew Miguel and you also felt his fangs glide across your bottom lip. Miguel lunges and you chuckle, slapping a hand over his forehead, keeping his head down.

It’s always times like this where Miguel loses control and tries to bite you. Never once has he succeeded. You were no fool. You knew what his venom did.

“I just want a taste.” Miguel says with an innocent smile, his tongue gliding over his fangs.

You fuck Miguel harder, so he loses focus, and he does exactly that. His fangs still poke out, his mouth is wide open as he continuously moans, his eyes screwed shut.

“Just take it like a good slut, hm?” You degrade, taking your hand off his forehead, continuing with your fast pace, both of your hands gripping his waist.

You trusted Miguel not to try and bite you again. If he did, he’d really be in for it.

“It’s not that hard is it? Just let go for me, El.” You whisper in his ear.

You pulled out his favorite nickname. He loves when you call him El. Miguel’s cock throbs at being untouched the entire time.

Miguel grabs a fistful of your hair to keep you close to him. His fangs graze over your neck, but he doesn’t bite. Miguel only sucks and nips at your skin.

You feel Miguel’s cock rub against your stomach and you smile as he tries to get off faster.

“Look at your pathetic dick, twitching desperately.” You say, and Miguel cries out when he feels your hand wrap around it.

“Gonna cummmm—can I cum for y-you, please?”

You kiss his neck with a grin, “Go ahead, cum for me, El.”

“(Y/n)—mmghh!” Miguel whined, his dick coating your hand in his cum.

Miguel’s fangs ached to bite you. Not to claim you or mark you. Miguel just genuinely wanted to bite you to find out how your blood tasted.

Miguel watched as you came right after him. Your focus breaking as you filled him with your cum. Miguel felt so warm, so full. Now, he wanted to bite you even more.

Just as you were about to open your eyes, Miguel bit into your neck. You groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“You asshole.” Was the only thing you could say before you felt all of your muscles relaxing.

Miguel smiled innocently against your neck as he licked the bite clean, “‘m sorry. Got hungry.”

You two were going another round after the paralyzation wore off. And you were going to be rougher and fuck him even harder, whether Miguel O’hara liked it or not.

a/n: i feel like i’m writing too much of miguel… it’s not a crime so anyway 😝. i wish miguel was real so i could mess him up myself 😞, ig i can only dream… and honestly i have no motivation to write for any other character but miguel :(

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[slowbison]

Could you write reader Fucking Miguel and leaving him full of cum and desperate while having a cage on getting so desperate and needy and then making him go to meetings and patrols

And could it be villain reader

a/n: your mind is yummyyyy, never thought of villain reader. well i kinda did, but ur's activated a deep part of my brain that was like yeahh this one. anyway, hope ya like :]

Bottom! Miguel O'Hara x Villain! Male Reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: humiliation, anal sex, butt plug, chastity device (cock cage), smut

“We really should go out on a date sometime, hm?” You said, rolling your hips with a particularly sharp thrust into the trembling man. The man was bent over a desk, claws gripping the desk and kept spewing out broken cries as you fucked him.

“Please let me cum, I-I can’t take it anymore.. please!” He begged, wailing as you continued to rock in him.

Your eyes darkened and grabbed the back of his head, rubbing his head into the desk. “I warned you Spidey not to be late or I’ll blow up everyone in that damned bank,” You leaned down, snarling in his ear and picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the desk.

Miguel arched his back and a silent cry escaped his mouth, clenching around your cock harder. He could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued your relentless pace, digging your hand into his head and hips. You groaned at the feeling of his tight ass, sucking you in deeper. “Haha, it’s a good thing that Nueva’s number one whore will do anything to protect them, right darling?”

Shame and arousal coursed within Miguel as you reminded the man how he got to this predicament.

It had been another night of patrolling Nueva York, he was alone this time around which meant his pace of dealing with criminals slowed. During one of his fights, he forgot the arrangement made between you and him on meeting at a specific location. He only realized after the fight, hearing a loud explosion in the distance that you were upset at his delayed arrival. Making his way as fast as he could, he found you standing at the top of a bank, detonator in hand. Spider-Man knew that only the left side of the bank that had no civilian’s was blown and he revealed himself, carefully walking closer to you and the tied up woman at his feet.

“Oh! Spider-Man, so good of you to finally join us,” You sneered at him, stepping over the hostage under your foot.

“V/n, let the girl go. It’s me that you want, not her.”

You huffed at the man and picked up the woman off the floor by her hair, shoving the detonator in her face. She cried harder and screamed every time the button was slightly pressed up against her cheek, desperately staring at the hero. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in pets that refuse orders” You spoke plainly, moving your hand to the woman’s face, gripping it in your palm. “Maybe I should take this one and train it properly, hm? She’d make a fine slut don’t you think?” You purred, wiping the woman’s tears away with your thumb as she cried harder.

Miguel was about to take another step before you angrily jabbed the detonator in his direction.

“One more fucking step and everyone blows up right now, stay back.” You hissed, the woman began to tremble more and pleaded to be let go. “Look what you’ve done Spidey! The poor lamb is so scared”

“You can do anything you want with me, just let her go V/n.”

“Anything?” You mused.

“Heh, fine then. Catch,” You laughed, shoving the detonator in the woman's mouth and throwing her off the building. Miguel jumped to save her, wrapping his arms around her and landed on the floor. Taking the device out of her mouth, quickly disarming it before looking back up, only to find you had disappeared.

Gritting his teeth, Miguel went to chase after you, leaving the woman and the police force to handle the rest of the situation. He caught up to you, jumping from rooftops and hovering cars before slipping through an alleyway.

Still hot on your tail, Miguel clawed on the walls of the alley, but felt a strong tug on his foot that slammed him into an old abandoned office, a dark snicker coming from above him. Miguel felt his anger rising and began trading blows with you. Punching you square on the face while you kicked at his side, watching as he tumbled into a corner. He growled, claws protruding as he pounced at you once more, blocking his claws with your knife.

The fight continued for some time, both of men bleeding from cuts and bruised from the battle. You had the hero’s chest pinned against the desk and arms clasped in your grip, rutting against his ass, groaning at the feeling. Miguel returning your grinding with his own, stifled a low whine behind his clenched teeth hoping to stop any noises from escaping. You laughed at his attempt to stop himself from giving you the pleasure that he enjoyed your toying.

“Why hide that you’re enjoying this slut? If you give me your ass, I could do much more than just this, darling” You cooed, giving him a particular strong thrust, a small whine slipping past his lips.

“Or should I disable it for you?”

Miguel craned his neck to look at you and tensed, before the pixels covering his ass dissipated, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. You grinned, slithering your hand from his arms to grab a handful of his cheeks. “Not even wearing anything decent underneath, you really love to give easy access to anyone that promises to fuck you” You said, kneading the mound in your hands then slapping it, repeating the action a few more times. Each slap eliciting a small groan or moan that got progressively louder as you hit harder.

“Don’t mind if I do then, doll.”

Was all Miguel remembered as for the next few minutes you began your assault on him. Eating and pounding his ass into the hard desks while he tried, but failed to maintain some dignity as if he wasn’t just some shameless whore moaning and begging for one of the city's notorious villains. Leading to the current situation where he’s been begging to cum after you’ve denied his requests multiple times, citing that he should just be a good whore and take what he gets.

Your breath hitched as you mercilessly pounded into him, soon to reach your own pleasure. Miguel let out a wanton cry as his vision turned white, body trembling, trying to contain his desire to cum all over the desk. The sight of how the man squirms underneath you spurs you on, balls tighten as you fucked into him as roughly as you could.

Miguel begging slurred as he barely managed any coherent word. Leading to the quivering man’s orgasm wrenched from him with a drawled moan, spilling all over the desk with some dripping to the floor. Realizing that he failed to adhere to your command, he clenched around your shaft in hopes for your forgiveness.

You grit your teeth at the action and thrusted harder, slamming into the man continuously then stilled as your cum coated his walls. Letting out a deep groan as emptied inside, determined to fill him full. Miguel pitifully whined at the feeling, even more so when you left. You returned with a plug in your hand and eased it into him, hearing him softly groan at the intrusion.

Miguel began to catch his breath, loosening his grip on the desk now that he no longer needed to hold on for life at the force of your thrusts.

“Oh don’t relax just yet doll, we’re not done here” You grinned, flipping him on his back. Miguel didn’t put up a fight as you manhandled him, only getting curious when he felt cold metal encase his flaccid cock.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Miguel hissed at the cold feeling, lifting his body off the desk to get a better look.

“I’ve decided to extend our little session together Spidey, extending your punishment” You muttered, adjusting the chastity device around his cock, a pleased hum as it fit perfectly. The man grabbed your other hand that held the key and met his gaze.

“I have no use for a pet that doesn’t listen to orders, much less one that disobeys” You stated, grabbing the man’s face. His mask hid his expression, but you could feel his conviction from your words. Releasing your hand from his grasp and over his caged dick, aligning the key at the top with the lock. “So then, will you accept your punishment and wait for orders or do I have to use extreme measures?” You spoke lowly, bored eyes staring into the hero.

Miguel bit his lip in thought, “If I wear that, don’t terrorize the city for the week, promise that.”

“Trying to set demands with me? You really need to know your place” You tutted, giving him a sly smile before continuing, “Fine, since you’re the best free slut in this city.” You chuckled darkly and slipped the key into the lock, pocketing the key.

“Clean yourself up, your little spider friends should be arriving soon. Be good until then, pet.” You warned, escaping through a door, leaving the man to make himself presentable before he could be caught. Just as he was about finished, the wall busted open as the Scarlet Spider and Spider Woman arrived.

“That was a perfect dramatic entrance, now where’s the V/n.  I’ll trap him with my amazing biceps, maybe get some work in with my quads, while you back me up.” Ben rasped, flexing his arms and scanned around the room.

“He got away,” Miguel snapped, turning to leave, a slight limp noticeable as he walked.

“You alright there? Seems like he had you good if you're walking like that” Jess asked, watching as the man tensed and straightened his back. “You can ride with me if you want.”

“No thanks, I’m fine. Let’s just get back to HQ and finish up the meeting for today” Miguel said, jumping out of the wall. He groaned as he could feel the plug nested so deeply inside and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning.

Ben huffed, upset that there wasn’t going to be any action and followed behind, Jess riding along besides him.

Once at headquarters, Miguel could barely think straight as he desperately tried not to think about how full he felt with your cum still warm. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to let out a needy whine in front of everyone. Worse when he felt his dick twitching at the thought yet was confined in its cage. It served to remind him of how he was under your mercy and only you could decide to give him relief. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, helplessly trying to will his boner away while a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.

“You alright Miguel? If it’s about V/n, we’re sure to catch him next time buddy.” Peter softly spoke, Mayday tilting her head at the anguished expression on his face. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he calmly stated to the father, “I’m fine Peter, I’ll handle it on my own.”

Peter wanted to say more, but Miguel stood and walked to the front of the office to give an overview of the current state of the multiverse. He had hoped it would distract him from any thoughts surrounding V/n and how he wanted nothing more than to track down the man, kneeling at his feet.

The sentiment continued as he returned back to the city on patrol, hoping to find the villain as he could feel his cock stirred in its cage. He wasn’t alone this time and was joined by the Spectacular Spider-Man much to his chagrin. They had heard a man’s terrified screams that led them to a group of thugs giving him a beat down.

Miguel and the young Peter Parker had assumed that it would be a relatively simple job as they were just average thugs. But as the fight continued with only two down and three more to go, they realized they were much tougher than anticipated. Still, nothing they can’t handle. Then they heard a deep, menacingly laugh coming from above, one that Miguel knew all too well.

“V/n!” Miguel and Peter yelled. Watching the man smile and bowed to greet his audience.

“Pleasure to be of service, though I’m only interested in one of you spiders yelling my name.” You purred, eyes locking onto Miguel’s, even if you couldn’t see his eyes.

“Boss! Don’t worry about these guys, I’ll take care of them” Peter said as he threw one of the henchmen into the wall. “You chase after him! I’ll take care of the guy who's hurt too.”

Miguel nodded and crawled up to the roof, chasing after the man once more. A mixture of anger that his heroic side wanted to capture you and put you in prison where you belong, but an overwhelming desire to continue where they left off.

He watched as you turned the corner and slipped into an opened window. Carefully coming up to the small entrance, he squeezed in and stood inside the apartment. There was rustling coming from a door down the hall and silently crept towards the noise. Peering into the door was V/n lighting a candle with a match and flicking the dead stick into a corner, a pleasant aroma filling the air.

“It’s good that it’s just you here, I’d hate for us to be rudely interrupted” You said, turning the lamp on the dresser on before sitting on the chair across from the bed. Miguel disabled his location and sent a quick message to young Peter not to worry about him. He was about to walk into the room when you shook your head, tutting your lips at him.

“Crawl,” You demanded.

Miguel was apprehensive about doing such a degrading act, but with his cock starting to beg for the man’s attention, the pain and arousal of being trapped in a cage swept over him. You pat your thigh as he slowly get's down on his hands and knees, crawling to you. He felt so humiliated even if there was no one around, making him clench around the plug.

Once he was nestled between your legs, you murmured a gentle “Good boy” and softly petted his head, as if he was your loving pet, a dog begging for attention. Clasping your hand at the back of his head, you shoved his face into your dick bulging in your pants. Miguel felt part of his anger reignite, wanting to curse you out in Spanish, but his body betrayed him and a low whine emerged from his throat.

Pixels dissipated from his mask, allowing only his mouth available and began to mouth at your cock, hoping to please you. It only fueled his embarrassment and shame as he kept letting out needy moans, acting like some cheap whore for a man who should be put behind bars.

You chuckled at his pathetic state and watched as the man who denied that he enjoys being treated as such, didn’t even realize he began to hump your leg. Moving his head away, you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock free from his restraints, something the man longed for as well.

“C’mon then” you paused, watching Miguel look up at you. Behind the mask covering his eyes, you could feel his lustful gaze through it and grinned, licking your lips.

“Get back to work, whore.”

You were going to have fun breaking him.

a/n: not all that sure if anyone would be exactly interested, but part of V/n was inspired by the Joker. but like fanfiction joker, if that makes sense which prolly doesn’t. the types where he’s like crazy but like doing just enough to keep the villain title going so Batman keeps going for him. well at least from the ones I’ve read, heheh.

up next: reader request! leon s kennedy x top male reader. leon and reader, top of the academy students and fierce rivals. must learn to work together to rescue ashley from the insane cult. god bless her soul if she's got to deal with those angry horny dogs.

[rodolfoparras]

Ftm or Afab Miguel <3

Workload

Pairing: Ftm! Miguel O’Hara x Top! Male Reader

Synopsis: In which you find ways to spend time with your boyfriend Miguel even though he’s busy with work

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, cockwarming, underwear theft

A/N: pls excuse any mistakes I decided to redo a good chunk of this last minute

It was no secret that your boyfriend Miguel was rather dedicated to work so much so he spent hours cooped up in his make shift office or in other words his platform. You didn’t mind it much because you understood the responsibilities he carried on his shoulders and you tried to give him space to work whenever you sensed that he needed it.

There were days where he barely slept or ate and his only source of light was the one produced by his monitors and that worried you, of course.

But at the end of the day you understood, brought him a take out box of food or a blanket or two, even forced him outside every once a while to get some sunlight.

These past days he’d been glued to his platform, only leaving it to eat and sleep (something you were grateful for) before quickly returning to work, quitely mentioning the words multiverse and workload before disappearing into his world of monitors.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him most importantly you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t miss being with him.

It’s been a while since the two of you have properly had sex, having to settle for quickies in the shower to relieve any stress before Miguel had to go back to his work again.

Again, you understood, “multiverse”, “ workload” “grave consequences if it all fell apart”. But God the warmth of your palm was nothing compared to the warmth of his walls as they fluttered around your cock, and you rather have fingers buried inside of him than having them wrapped around your shaft. Not to mention how having his boxers pressed against your mouth is nothing like being buried between his thighs, vigorously eating him out and having him squirt into your mouth.

Eventually you came up with the perfect plan on how to spend some quality time with your wonderful boyfriend without disturbing him while he’s working and you feel your cock twitch inside your pants as you make your way over to his make shift office.

You walk into the room only to be met with the sight of Miguel with multiple screens pulled up in front of him. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower going by the wet curls at the nape of his neck, the way his clothes are sticking to his skin along with the way you can smell his body wash from where you’re standing.

You swiftly make your way over to where he’s standing, arms slinging around his shoulders and face burying in his neck.

“Oh what’s this?” you say to him, as you take a peak at his screen.

He tenses at first but quickly relaxes when he recognizes your touch and your voice.

“Work” he grunts out in a simple reply, still focused on his work

“What kind of work?” you ask, voice just as curios as before and gaze still glued to the monitor.

Miguel turns his head, almost bumps his nose with yours as he meets your smiling face.

No one has ever really taken interest in Miguel’s work before.

Sure everyone knows he’s in charge of the multiverse, but no one’s ever bothered to ask him about the details of it all, settling for only asking a handful of questions if it was a life or death matter.

But you weren’t like any other spiderperson he’d met before, always poking and prodding more than one should but for some reason Miguel didn't seem to be bothered with, matter of fact he was rather intrigued with it.

Miguel turns back to the screens in front of him, and for a moment you only hear the sound of fingers tapping before he speaks

“It’s called web of life.” He starts off slowly, glancing at your face carefully as if expecting you to lose interest any second. But when he notices that he has your full attention he delves into the depth of things.

He talks so fast and animatedly you get a flash of his fangs every time he goes to say something. His hands move so fast you barely catch them as he gestures to the many different screens in front of him and his eyes have this glint in them that you’re sure aren’t solely there for the monitors surrounding him.

You do your best to keep up with him, humming and nodding in the right places, even chirping in with a comment or two when you grasp the concept of something.

Somehow though, it had ended with him seated on your lap, his sweatpants and shirt long discarded on the floor, you with your sweats and boxers pulled down to your knees, and your cock buried deep inside his cunt.

His explanations are disrupted by gasps and shallow breaths as your hand wraps around his neck, fingers just resting there or the way your hands will find his thighs, gently fondling them.

“And this Ah fuck- this is earth 786” he hisses out, eyes squeezing shut, shivers running through his entire body as he reacts to your teasing touch.

And every time he gestured to something you’d suddenly shift in your seat, nudging a sensitive spot inside of him and causing him to tightly clutch onto the monitors in front of him, so much so they threatened to crack under his grip.

“Please I can’t -“ the screens grunt and groans under his grip as his cunt clenches around your dick, desperately searching for any sort of relief.

By the time you’re done teasing him his hair has long dried. The smell of his body wash is replaced with the smell of his arousal. His hand has a stealth grip on your wrist and you see the flash of fang as he pleads of you to “fuck me, fuck me, please”

[beautifulsenpai]

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 - 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 - 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘷 (𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦)

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 - 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘣𝘩

𝗒/𝗇: " 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗅: " 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 "

[moondirti]

miguels the typa guy who puts his hand over the corner of a table so you don’t hit ur head on it when you duck to pick something off the ground

[burning-omen]

Birthday Present

Miguel O’Hara x Male!reader

(A/n: Birthday present for my best homie cuz I love its gay ass- you know who you are. Also this is a day late but shut up)

Summary: You and Miguel celebrate your birthday

Warning⚠️: sub!Miguel, Dom!Male!reader, Miguel being nervous but also extremely submissive and obedient, edging, overstim, dacryphilia, handjob, anal, biting, marking, creampie, pwp, friend to lovers(???), not beta read

You enjoyed portals- which was a statement you would have been severely confused by several months ago. But ever since you joined the ever growing Spider-society, you've become very well acquainted with portals. You spent the majority of your down time in the Spider HQ, usually bothering Miguel until it was time for you to go patrolling again.

Today was different- today, you decided to take a little more time off that usually- the Daredevil of your universe taking over for you as a gift- a birthday gift.

While most people would be spending their birthday with friends and family- you decided to spend it with your fellow spider people.

You watch beeped as you landed- the portal closed behind you the second you were out of it. You ran into various Spider-people along the way, they have you various greeting, some wishing you a happy birthday- others just gave you a curt nod before moving on.

You didn't stick around any of them too long- b lining for Miguel’s office.

When you entered you could see him watching the screens- as always.

“Miguel!” you said with a smile.

His back was facing but you could see his head turn slightly as he glanced at you over his shoulder. In a moment- nearly every visible screen was cleared, a few still displayed the connections between timelines and whatnot- but most were just empty yellow screens.

“Y/n..” he responded, his voice quiet, tapping his claws against the desk. Lyla floated near his shoulder, only for her tiny form to disappear when she turned to you.

You step forward with caution.

“Miguel, are you okay?” you asked, placing a gental hand on his back, sliding it up towards his shoulder in an attempt at reassurance.

A moment passed- very still, and very quiet. You stood there with him for a moment.

After a few seconds, he broke the growing silence.

“I..have something for you.”

His voice was still quiet, his claws ever so slightly digging into his desk as your hand slid from his shoulder to the center of his back- you could feel his heart pounding against your hand, unwavering, but far to quick.

He finally turned to you, his face warm with a red blush- just as quickly as he turned to you, he looked away.

“It's not here..” he muttered, clearing his throat a bit before continuing, “…you can have it later.”

That was all he said about it- at least for the moment. You continued on like any other day- rambling Miguel’s ear off, telling him stories, joking, and flirting as you always did.

It wasn’t until night fell, when HQ was practically empty, that he brought it up again. You’d hardly noticed the how late it was until LYLA abruptly- and rather aggressively, reminded Miguel of his gift.

Miguel, as though a switch had been flipped, reverted back to the unusual flustered state he was in earlier. Despite the change, he thanked LYLA with a glare. Signaling for you to follow him, and you did. The walk from Miguel’s office felt oddly long- and for a moment you felt as though you were walking in circles, but eventually you made it to an exit high enough for the two of your to swing from.

Swinging through Miguel’s universe was always an exhilarating experience- though you’ve only done it a couple of times- you always notice something new about his universe. Not only was it an entirely different universe than yours, but it was decades in the future as well, making it infinitely more interesting.

You didn’t know where you were going, you followed closely behind Miguel, matching every one of his swings with your own until you landed on the high balcony of a large apartment building.

“This is my home..” he said, sliding the balcony door open and stepping inside.

You followed with a bit of hesitation, glancing back at the night sky behind you before entering.

For a reason you couldn’t explain, you didn’t expect his house to be…nice. You knew he had practically thrown his entire soul into being Spider-Man, so seeing that his house was not only fully furnished- but nicely decorated as well was a bit of a surprise.

You wandered through his apartment, hardly even realizing he was gone- nearly fascinated with all the little things he had around.

You didn’t realize he wasn’t with you anymore until you looked away from a rather confusing painting hanging on the wall, trying to ask him what the actual hell it was, only to realize that you were alone.

“Miguel..?” You called.

The lights in the house were dimmed, something you admired about the house, you figured Miguel had the heightened senses that all the other Spider-People, including yourself, had. Making your way through the house, calling out the Miguel every so often, checking each and every room until you found him.

He was again facing away from you, his suit was gone, replaced only by a pair of grey pants that hung dangerously low on his waist.

Just like before, in HQ, you took a few steps forward, placing your hand on his lower back, feeling just how hot his bare skin was beneath your fingers. Before you could ask if he was alright he turned to you, your hand sliding across his skin as he did, resting now on his waist- an action that was only furthered the deep fluster that Miguel felt.

“Y/n, I-“ he started, his eyes looking everywhere but into yours as he tried to find the right words. “I have a gift for you- I just don’t know if you want it.”

And as he moved closer into your space, his breathing ragged, cheeks red, and body hardly clothed -inching closer to yours, you finally got it.

Miguel seemingly took your realization as the green light to go ahead, pressing his body against yours, his hands finding the mask you barely registered wearing and pulling it off, you have no idea where it ended up after because the moment it was gone Miguel’s lips were against yours and the heat from his body was quickly spreading to yours.

One sweet kiss quickly turned to heavy panting, and messy, almost biting kisses- you've never been so aware of his fangs until they caught onto your bottom lip. His hands found their way into your suit resting at your sides as Miguel tried to think of something the do with them. To him you had it all worked out, one hand on his waist while the other stroked his cock through his pants- his mind clouded as his arousal grew- letting out a long whine against your lips.

Leading the man backwards onto the perfectly made bed behind him, laying him on his back, taking a moment to enjoy his mildly disheveled form and the growing tent in his pants.

Loud whimpers and whines filled the room as you continued to prod at Miguel's body, running your hands over his massive pecs, letting the muscles rest in your hand before giving his nipple a tight pinch, making his entire body shudder beneath you. Running your hand down his stomach until you were low enough to hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants- yanking them down with one hard pull.

Exposed and leaking pre-cum from the tip of his cock, Miguel tried to squeeze his legs together in a desperate attempt at modesty. It didn't last long, placing one hand on each thigh, forcing them farther apart than they had been before.

Leaning down, using your arm to support yourself as you whispered in his ear,

“Be a good boy and sit still for me, Miguel.”

He let out a short noise, you took it as a ‘okay’.

He didn't move, letting his leg lay wide open- giving you more than enough space to prep the man.

And despite the fact that he looked so beautiful beneath you, fully submitting to your every will, you were still going to tease him- at least a little bit.

Moving to his thighs, pressing your lips against them, leaving marks and bruises as you worked from one thigh to the next, watching him struggle to keep his hips from bucking up against you- trying so hard to follow orders. Then, as a way to test the waters, your kisses turned to bites. You didn't bite him particularly hard, it was hardly enough to hurt. He gasped hard, his body shook, and you could physically see him resist the urge to snap his legs shut, thighs straining as he forced them to start open.

“You like that? Do you like it when I bite you”

He opened his mouth to respond- but all that came out was a strangled whine- he nodded rapidly.

You kept going, biting his thighs, his chest, all the way up to his neck, all while ignoring his cock. Glancing down you watched as pre-cum beaded at the tip before sliding down his shaft.

When you looked back up at Miguel, he was looking at you, deep red eyes pleading with you as he whined out a small, “please.”

And for a moment you did consider giving him whatever he wanted, he was being perfectly obedient and he was such a beautiful gift. But then again it was your gift- and you could do whatever you wanted with your gift.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, a sigh escaping from him, you stroked his cock ever so gently. Up and down, watching him revel in the stimulation. But as more time passed his contempt turned to desperation as you kept the slow, teasing pace, never speeding up despite his begging and pleading and the tremor in his hips and his hands clawing at the bed in frustration.

“What's wrong, honey?” You asked.

He glared up at you, but his voice didn't match the harsh look he gave you, “Faster, please-” he groaned through gritted teeth.

You seemingly ignored him, still stroking him at the same slow pace.

His frustration grew, even as his orgasm grew closer and closer. Looking up at you with full intent on giving you the harshest, meanest glare he could muster, but the moment his eyes met yours you seemed to finally acknowledge his words from before. Without a moment's warning you sped up- and while he moaned and screamed and spasmed beneath you, you still kept the near-neutral face you had when you'd set the slow, deliberate pace from before.

“I-I’m so close, y/n- pleasepleaseplease-”

His breathing became ragged and his claws dug into the mattress and a stream of thanks and praises left him, then finally-

-nothing.

Your hands were off his body and a short laugh left you as he whined in disapproval. Coming down from his impending high- all that build up for nothing- leaving him far more frustrated and far more desperate.

And he begged, loud and shameless, pleading with you, asking you wky you had stopped, grinding his cock against the open air in a desperate attempt at friction.

Then, as though you had never stopped, you started again, starting at the brutally fast pace as before.

Panting and trying his hardest to convince you to let him cum this time. His words jumbled into a frenzied mess of noise.

He tried to hide when he was close. It had snuck up on him so fast and he hoped he could he could fool you into letting him finish.

But you stopped again- like you were fucking psychic- like you had and 7th sense telling you when he was close. Miguel growled out various swears but didn't try to convince you again, he knew you'd draw this out for as long as you could.

You did it two more times, getting him so close to the edge, then stopping just seconds before he could cum. It was torture, his body was overly sensitive, he felt as though every touch had been amplified by a thousand. Tears streamed down his face as you edged him for what felt like the hundredth time.

He could feel himself getting closer- again. He prepared himself for disappointment- for you to stop and laugh, and coo at him as he came down. But you didn't stop, you sped up, you hand squeezing around his cock. Broken gasps and moan falling from his lips as waves of overly intense pleasure washed over him. His body spawned and shuddered as he came- his hips bucking wildly into your hand as cum shot out from his cock- making a mess of hiss stomach and your hand.

Everything felt so intense, your hand, now unmoving felt overwhelming, and even the dimmed lights of the room felt too bright as he came down.

He didn't speak, he didn't know if he could. His brain fogged and his body was burning hot.

You let him calm down, letting his mind clear at least a little bit- you didn't mind just sitting and admiring him for a moment. He looked so pretty, covered in cum, sweat, and tears, trying to keep his grip on reality and consciousness.

“Y/n-” he whined, his eyelids hanging dangerously low.

“C'mon Miguel, we're not done yet.”

His eyes widened, looking up at you as you finally began taking off your suit. Seeing the massive tent in your pants he couldn't help but get excited. He soon found that massive might have been an understatement when you finally got rid of your pants. He breath hitched in his throat when he saw your cock- and for a moment, he worried about pain- about you having to make yourself fit inside him.

In a moment of clarity mixed with an unprecedented amount of lust- he realized that he wanted that- all the worry he felt about being in pain dissipating and exhilaration taking it's place. He wanted you to make it hurt, and he wanted to be forced to stretch around you, he wanted to be full of you- and even though he felt like his skin was burning with how sensitive he was, he couldn't wait for more.

You prodded his lips with two fingers- you didn't even need to tell him what to do before he opened his mouth, sucking your fingers in and lapping at them with his tongue, tasting himself on your fingers.

“Open.” you said, and he did, letting go of your fingers and looking up at you for more orders.

Lifting his thick thigh up onto your shoulder to give you more access to his hole. Looking back at him, his mouth hanging open as he panted, and whined.

Circling his hole with your fingers, watching him tense up before relaxing a second later.

“You ready?” you asked calmly.

“Please-”

Her barely gotten his response out before you shoved both of you fingers into his hole, pressing in- knuckle deep. Miguel gasped at the slight stretch, but he quickly grew used to it.

Pulling out to just the tip of your fingers then slamming back in, his legs twitched. You spread your fingers apart inside him, he hissed, grinding his hips down against your hand.

You fingered him hastily- it was almost funny how quickly he was coming apart just from two fingers. He whined and moaned out your name, loud enough that you just knew his neighbors could hear him.

Then, just like before, you stopped suddenly- and he didn't think he could do this again, he couldn't go through another hour of relentless teasing-

“I think that's enough, don't you?” you asked, smirking.

He looked up at you, confused.

It took him a moment to get it- but once he saw you lining up your cock with his hole it clicked into place.

“Yes- yes, please- ah- fuck- I need you to-“ He begged, his words broken by moans but you understood him clearly.

Pressing the tip of your cock into his hole, feeling it squeeze around you.

“Fuck-“ he panted, “-fuck me, please- please, Y/n, I-“

You didn’t need to be told twice, thrusting your entire length in one swift motion. His walls tightened around you and you savored the intense pleasure that it brought. His head had fallen back against the bed, eyes screwed shut and and mouth hanging open as a long moan emitted from his throat.

His cock spurred out cum, dribbling down his cock and pooling at his stomach, and still, having just cum again and being stuffed full, he tried to grind against you.

“Miguel-“ you breathed out.

He only whined in response.

You pulled out until only about half your cock rested inside of him before slamming back in. He sobbed as a new wave of tears streamed down his face. You felt so good but it was overwhelming, stinging and burning him from the inside out.

With one hand on his waist and the other on his thigh, you have a few more teasing thrust before setting bruising pace.

Poor Miguel felt like he was breaking, mentally and physically as you slammed into him again and again, hitting his prostate with every thrust. His thoughts were a mess and any possibility of him stringing together a coherent thought was long gone.

Clawing at the bed beneath him, tearing holes in both the sheets and the mattress with his claws, something that he’d be deeply embarrassed by later.

“More-“ he moaned- and you obliged.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you down to him, pressing his lips against yours for a moment then burying his face in your neck, he clawed out your back, his claws retracted but his nail still drawing blood. His fangs extremely close to your neck as he panted.

His cock was pressed between both your stomachs, constantly being stimulated as you thrusted into him.

It’s didn’t take long for him to cum again, cum dripping slowly out of his cock- his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He bit down on your shoulder without warning, not to hunt you, or even to silence the onslaught of practically screaming moans coming from him, but to brace himself as a pain filled orgasm washed over him, his nerves screaming with pain at the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

Pressing both hands on your chest, his voice horse, straining as he tried to get out a single sentence.

“Y/n please- I can’t- please slow down-“

And you could here him loud and clear- and you understood, you could hear the pain underlying his tone. But you didn’t stop- instead, you sped up, chasing your release as fast as you physically could. And yes, you were putting him in more pain, but it was faster- and it would be over sooner.

It didn’t take long, between him clawing at you, moaning the way that he does, and his body, tight and quivering around you, you didn’t stand a chance.

You pulled out slowly, watching your own cum flow out of his abused hole.

Looking up a him you could see relief wash over him- he finally relaxed. Going limp against the bed. You brushed a few stray stands of hair out of his face, he hummed in content, letting his heart finally rest at a steady pace.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You want some water?”

“Mhmm.”

By the time you navigated to the kitchen and back he was asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

He figured you’d be gone when he woke up- he was beyond exhausted and wouldn’t be good company if he was asleep, and you had your own universe to get back to.

He woke up sometime in the after noon, rolling over in his bed, feeling throughly sore. Opening his eyes he saw you looking down at him. You were sitting up against the headboard, having borrowed some of his clothes, phone in hand.

He could see the sun shining dimly through the window.

“You missed your meeting.” You said, moving one hand to run through his hair.

“I figured.” His throat hurt and his voice was a bit horse, but he should have expected that, “what time is it?”

“About 6:30 pm.”

He groaned into his pillow, but didn’t say anything else for a long moment. A few minute passed and he considered drifting back to sleep, instead, he asked,

“Why are you still here?”

You stopped whatever you were doing on you phone, but didn’t look away from it.

“You want me to leave?”

“No- no, I’m just surprised that you stayed.”

You laughed, dropping you phone against you chest, staring down at him.

“Miguel I’ve literally been trying to fuck you since I joined the Spider-Society, do you really think I’m just going to leave after- I’m emotionally invested now.”

“So-“ he groaned as he forced himself to sit up, “what I’m hearing is that you like me.”

You adjusted yourself in the bed.

“Yeah just- don’t say it like that it makes us sound like middle schoolers.”

“Whatever you say..”

(please tell me of y'all see some mistakes I did NOT re-read this lol)