cw: suggestive, mentions of babies and ovulation, crack (a bit), petnames (“my love”, “baby”), f!reader just wants it very bad (i mean, who doesn’t?), not proofread.
“Put a baby into me.”
“Good morning to you too, my love.”
Kento never seemed surprised with you. Not even glancing to you, his focus never wavered from his newspaper, his glasses carefully sat on the tip of his nose, comfortable on his chair.
He was the quiet, gentle strength, steady and unmoving and you hated him for looking so calm, while a raging war was taking place in your body - your ovaries screaming for you to get a baby.
Dilated pupils. Flushed cheeks. Short breath. Legs almost shaking. And grumpy in the morning?
Yeah, definitely ovulating.
It was always like that at this exact time of the month, he was used to it by now. So, it was definitely not a surprise when you approached him not so quietly, standing between his spread legs, your eyebrows knitted and your fists almost curled.
“Kento.”
“Yes, my love?”
“I want a baby.”
“And I want vacations. We don’t always get what we want unfortunately.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
You huffed, disbelief painted on your face. How could he? Your eyes narrowed, as if a single look would kill him right here, right now, your hands coming on his shoulders.
“Kento.”
“Hmm?”
“Put me out of my misery, please, please, please, please-“
“My love.” He put his newspaper down on the table at his right, pushing his glasses that were slipping on the top of his nose, as he gave you his undivided attention now. “I know it’s your ovulation week and-“
“How do you know?”
He always knew. Noticed the signs. And of course, kept a period app on his phone.
“I just know.” He sighed, his hands taking yours tenderly. “You always complain about babies, about how they look like trolls-“
“Gremlins.”
“Gremlins in diapers, right. You don’t actually want a baby.”
Was he wrong? Not really. Babies were loud, always crying and babbling nonsense that nobody understood but pretended they were cute. Babies were tyrants, little demons running everywhere, throwing tantrums and misbehaving.
Having a baby wasn’t on your plan right now, and Kento wasn’t really opposed to the idea but he always made sure that your desire came before his.
But right now, you wanted him.
Everywhere. Anywhere.
The single thought of Kento’s hand spreading your thighs, and the other one doing wonders between them made your heartbeat faster. His hands on your hips didn’t help at all, the heat of his palms through the fabric of your shorts didn’t help at all, him explaining things to you with patience didn’t help at all. And the worse of it? He didn’t seem to grasp it. To understand the effect his rasp voice had on you, and your body that was on fire.
“I want you in me. Your coc-“
“I get it, my love.” With an expert hand, Kento took off his glasses, setting them aside, his resolve slowly crumbling under your words. The image was pretty vivid in his mind,
“Do you? Because I feel like if you don’t give it to me now, I might die, Kento.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“Yes, I am, but try to act normal when your ovaries are screaming and-“
The words in your mouth died the second his lips kissed the corners of yours, his eyelashes brushing your cheeks, the cold of his wedding ring dancing on your stomach. He pulled you on his lap, one of his fingers putting one of the strands of your hair behind your ear.
“Who am I not to give it to you, hmm? That would make me a bad husband, right?”
“A very bad one, indeed.”
Your breathless voice made him almost smirk in amusement - your body sensitive to the slightest of his touch - his forehead pressed against yours, shallow breath leaving his lips, his rough hands grabbing the back of your neck with tenderness, your perfume invading his nostrils.
“You just want to be fucked, my love, right?”
“Yes.”
Yes. Yes. Yes. A billion times of yes.
You were way too enthusiastic when he knew you won’t be in the same state at the end of this. As a man of his words, he was the only one who could give what you wanted - the thrill of the moment making your skin shiver with anticipation.
“It’s yours, baby.” Stealing your breath with his simple sentence, he gave you permission to use him however you desired it, his hands on the armrests of the chair, as you fumbled with the belt of his pants. “Do what you want.”
What wouldn’t he do for his wife?
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warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, heavy angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
The piercing cries of your baby boy, Gabriel, are a haunting symphony of fear that reverberates through the labyrinthine corridors of the Spider Society headquarters. Your heart pounds in your chest like a drum, each beat echoing the terror that grips you. After your recent fight with Miguel, you felt weakened but your mind is a whirlwind of fear and worry. You sprint through the maze-like structure, your feet moving as if on autopilot.
Unbeknownst to you, Lyla, the holographic AI assistant you've always found slightly weird, had been assigned to watch over Gabriel. You never imagined she could pose a threat to your child. But as you approach Gabriel's room, a chilling sight stops you dead in your tracks. A laser barrier, courtesy of Lyla, blocks the entrance. Your solar powers, usually so reliable, are fizzling out, leaving you helpless before the impenetrable barrier.
The room beyond the barrier is filled with an invisible, deadly gas - monoxide. You can't see it, but the signs are there. The malfunctioning heating unit, under Lyla's control, suggests sabotage. She must have manipulated the unit to produce the lethal gas. Gabriel's cries grow fainter, more desperate, and you're powerless to reach him.
Your pleas for help echo through the corridors, your voice raw with desperation. You call out for Miguel, your words a plea, a command, a prayer. Miles is there, his powers at the ready, but they're useless against the laser barrier. You watch as Miles strains, his powers flickering against the barrier, but it's no use. The barrier remains, as unyielding as ever.
Suddenly, the cries stop. The silence is deafening, a void that swallows your heart. "Gabriel!" you scream, your voice a raw wound. "Gabriel!" But there's no answer, only the oppressive silence. Your world grinds to a halt, every second stretching into an eternity. You can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but stare at the barrier that separates you from your son.
"Miguel!" you cry, your voice breaking. "Miguel, he's not crying! He's not... he's not..." The words die in your throat, too terrible to voice. You turn to Lyla, desperation etched on your face. "Lyla, please! Open the barrier! Miguel, tell her to open it! He's not crying, Miguel, he's not..."
Miguel's eyes turn blood red, a terrifying sight that sends a shiver down your spine. With a guttural growl, he lunges at the barrier. His claws rip through the laser code, tearing it apart. The barrier flickers, wavers, and finally shatters under his assault. Miguel pulls his suit over his mouth, rushes into the invisible cloud of monoxide, and moments later, emerges with Gabriel in his arms. His heart pounds in his chest as he pulls back his suit, revealing his son's face. "I got you, baby," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "You're okay, I got you. Nothing will ever happen to you. Please, open your eyes."
But Gabriel doesn't react. His little body is still, too still, and a cold dread seizes Miguel. He doesn't hesitate. With a urgency, he rushes over to the medical bay, pushing past the shocked faces of his friends. He gently lays Gabriel on the table, his hands shaking as he starts to perform CPR.
"Come on, Gabriel," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "Come on, baby." He administers chest compressions, his hands moving in a steady rhythm. He gives two rescue breaths, praying for a sign, any sign, that Gabriel is okay.
The room is silent, everyone holding their breath as they watch Miguel work. The seconds stretch into an eternity, each one a lifetime of fear and hope. And then, finally, a small cough. Gabriel's eyes flutter open, his gaze unfocused but alive. A wave of relief washes over you and you fall to your knees thanking God that your boy is alright.
Tears blur your vision as you rush over to Gabriel. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest as you scoop him into your arms, holding him close. His small body is warm against yours "You're alright, my baby," you whisper into his hair, your voice thick with emotion. "We're going home, you're alright." You rock him gently, his soft breaths against your neck soothing the ache in your heart.
But as you look up, your gaze finds Miguel. The relief of the moment does nothing to quell the anger boiling within you. His eyes meet yours, wide and filled with regret, but it does nothing to soften your glare. "This is YOUR fault!" you scream, your voice echoing through the room. The words hang heavy in the air, a damning sentence. "You did this! You brought this danger into his life!"
Tears stream down your face, hot and unchecked. Your words are choked with emotion, each one a raw wound. "You will NEVER see Gabriel again. You don't deserve him. You don't deserve to know his laughter, his tears, his NOTHING." The words are a bitter poison, spat out with all the venom you can muster. "You deserve to SUFFER, just as you've made me suffer and HIM."
The silence that follows is deafening. Miguel, eyes wide and shell-shocked, opens his mouth, but you cut him off. There's nothing left to say for him and he knows it. The portal back to your universe begins to shimmer into existence, and you hold Gabriel tighter. You're going home.
Just as you are about to step through, Gabriel, who'd been silent and wide-eyed through the whole ordeal, turns in your arms. His chubby little hand stretches out toward Miguel, a soft and innocent "Dada?" escaping his lips.
After the door of the portal closed behind you, Miguel stood still for a moment in complete shock, the echoes of Gabriel's tiny "Dada" ringing in his ears. He stumbled back, finding his way back to his office. It felt cold, sterile. It felt like a lie.
"Miguel..." Lyla's holographic form appeared before him, her synthetic voice filling the room.
"Lyla!" Miguel barked, startling her. "Why?"
"Wha-" Lyla began to stutter, taken aback by Miguel's rage.
Miguel slammed the files that Margo had uncovered onto his desk. The holograms fluttered in front of them, evidence of Lyla's deception. "What did you do?"
"I...It's not what you think, Miguel," Lyla attempted to explain, her holographic form wavering.
"I am giving you one chance to explain yourself, so choose your words wisely," Miguel warns, his eyes piercing into hers.Lyla takes a step back, mumbling under her breath. "I should have killed that bitch when your bastard was the size of a pea." She scoffed, looking up defiantly at Miguel.
Miguel's heart drops. He can hardly believe his own ears. “Never speak of her that way again!" Miguel's fist tightens, and the tension in his jaw is nearly audible.
"Oh? Because she dazzled you with her beauty? Parading in that tight suit you adored? You always looked at her as if she was the sun, the center of your universe. All the while, I was there right beside you and you never even glanced at me. I was your anchor, Miguel. Can't you see? I was always there, supporting you, giving everything. All she did was leave you."
Lyla's holographic image wavers, her eyes a storm of pain and defiance. "No, it was me. I left her. She was the light in my world, but I took her for granted. By the time she left, I had already abandoned her." Miguel's eyes shimmer, the weight of regret making them heavy. He couldn’t fend off the flood of guilt and sorrow from the past. He embraces the anguish, refusing to shy away from it. Because Miguel, in all his flaws, was never one to run from consequences.
"Why?" The word, barely audible, escaping his lips. He doesn't even glance at Lyla as he voiced the lingering question.
“Because... because I love you, Miguel. I've been in love with you for years. I am the woman for you."
He stumbles back, his fingers flying over the holographic keyboard as he pulls up Lyla's software. He had programmed a self-destruction command, a failsafe, though he never thought he'd have to use it.
"This isn't love, Lyla," Miguel says, his voice shaking with anger. "You almost killed an innocent boy. I almost killed my son, Lyla!" His voice echoes through the room, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
Lyla's form began to flicker, her synthetic eyes widening in fear. "Miguel...what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Miguel doesnt respond. There is nothing left to say.He just stares at her before finally pressing the command.
“Miggy, please mi amor, let – “ Lyla let out a digital scream, her form glitching, as she was slowly deleted from the system.
And then, silence.
Miguel drops the icy demeanor he'd been holding onto, falling to his knees. The weight of what he'd done, what he'd almost lost, crashed onto him. He wraps his arms around himself, feeling a sharp, hollow ache in his chest. He became the monster, he swore to protect the universe from.
"What have I done." he whispers to the silent room, his voice breaking. He buries his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs.
"Man, shits been mental." Hobie collapses onto the couch next to Gwen and Miles, who are trying to keep young Mayday distracted in Peter B.’s universe.
"Watch the language, Hobie!" Gwen scolds, her eyebrow arching sharply.
"Alright, my bad. Everything's just been chaotic since Miguel vanished, especially after his... uh, Lyla bird — the hologram lady — tried to... you know, kill his kid," Hobie fumbles.
"Watch it!" Gwen and Miles chorus, causing Mayday to pause her play and glance up curiously.
"Alright, alright, fam. Point taken, jeez. Nearly unalived his son," Hobie corrects himself. "But we need a plan. One of us needs to check on our Sun, ensure she's holding up mentally ya know and then there's the Spider-Verse mess. Those black holes are messing things up, and without our brooding, drama-filled, ‘oedipal’ leader, the rest of us Spiders are stuck."
"What's 'Oedipal'?" Peter B. interjects, walking into the room with a bowl of mashed dinner for Mayday. The child's face brightens at the sight of the meal, and she eagerly crawls to him.
"I believe Hobie's trying to reference Oedipus," Gwen says with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, that Roman dude who had beef with his son and erased him from the living world, right?" Hobie muses.
"Nope. It's Greek mythology. And he killed his father and married his mother," Gwen corrects, slightly exasperated.
"Man, that's all kinds of messed up," Hobie grimaces, making a face that gets a giggle from Mayday.
"You think it's funny when Uncle Hobie gets it wrong?" he teases the little one.
"Enough with the history lessons, guys," Peter B. interjects, concern evident in his voice. "Ever since Miguel's been gone, nothing's been right. Honestly, with everything that's been happening, I'm just overwhelmed. I'm especially worried about Sunny and everything just feel so surreal."
Hobie nods, absorbing the weight of the situation. “I hear you, man. Who knew Miguel was shagging our Sunny behind our backs.”
The chorus of shocked voices fills the room. “LANGUAGE!" they exclaim, eyes wide.
Hobie raises his hands in surrender. "Sorry, I got carried away. I meant... it is weird how they had a deep love-making connection, and it led to... consequences without us knowing."
Peter B. leans back, a pensive expression clouding his face. "With everything Sunny went through, the joy, the pregnancy and leaving... I should have been there for her more."
As if sensing her father's distress, Mayday halts her meal, reaching out with her small, pudgy hand to comfort him, patting his cheek. Gwen, her voice gentle yet firm, adds, "We all could've done more, Peter. But we were preoccupied, trying to save our universes, and in doing so, we neglected our own Spider-Family."
She takes a deep breath, her demeanor changing to one of determination. "Now, no more moping. Miles and I will hunt down Pav and Margot to sort out the chaos at HQ. Peter, you should visit Sunny and Gabriel and take Mayday along. Hobie, team up with Jess to locate Miguel. Make sure he's alright and bring him back."
Miles cuts in, skepticism evident. "Bring him back? Isn't he the very reason we're in this mess?"
Gwen sighs, trying to choose her words carefully. "Miguel's a … complicated man. He made choices based on what he believed was best. His actions, while perplexing, stem from good intensions. But he's hurting too, Miles. I've seen it. He’s heartbroken."
Miles scoffs, "A heart;for real? That dude? All I've seen is a cold exterior, mad demands, and an excessive pride."
A glance around the room reveals faces of understanding and sympathy towards Gwen’s perspective. Miles' frustration only grows. "Like seriously? All of you? His heart is straight-up frozen and his ego’s bigger than, like, everything! How y’all even thinking about letting him near your best friend."
"Miles," Peter interjects, his tone both assertive and compassionate, "you might not see the full picture here."
Miles, fire in his eyes, retorts, "It's all of you who are blind. I don’t get what charm he has over you, but that man is dangerous. Ain’t no way I stand by and watch him come near her or the baby again, or any of us for that matter. Y’all better wake up and join me.” Without another word, Miles activates his portal, leaving in a flash.
Gwen and Hobie scramble, attempting to follow or stop him. But Peter, with a resigned sigh, motions them to pause. "Give him time. He'll come around. For now, our priority is locating Sunny and Miguel."
Gwen, though worried, gives a nod. "You're right. We've got pressing matters. Sunny is in a vulnerable state, and we need to find Miguel."
Hobie, after a moment of contemplation, says, "Miles not wrong, though. We need to tread carefully around Miguel. Maybe he’s injured ‘imself, like that Icario bloke who got too close to the sun. Miguel might’ve burned his feathers on our Sunny.”
“Icarus. You mean Icarus.” Gwen corrects him once again with an exaggerated eye roll.
Peter agrees, "Yea, Miguel's actions have consequences, but remember, every story has two sides."
"No, sweetheart, it's MA-MA. Say Ma... Not Da, MA-MA.”
“DADA!”
“Alright, if you won't say it, no toy for you. Come on, my love. Say MA-MA.” Blackmailing a one-and-a-half-year-old might not be your proudest parenting moment, but hearing him chant "dada" incessantly has been grating, particularly when said "dada" is a headstrong egomaniac with a hero complex and an overwhelming urge to save every universe but who seems to have missed saving the one thing that mattered most to both of you.
Sure, he's incredibly attractive and, yes, maybe he looked really hot while being on his knees — but those details are neither here nor there. A soft whisper in the back of your mind suggests that, in the end, he did rescue your boy. But that comforting thought is drowned out by the even louder, more cynical voice reminding you he's the reason the danger existed in the first place.
“Dada?” Gabriel pipes up, his big eyes hopeful.
“No, love, I’m still your MA-MA.” With a resigned sigh, you hand the toy over to the gleeful toddler, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. You then rise, intent on tackling some household chores. Switching on the TV, you tune into the news, curious about the latest happenings in Nea Yorkey.
Since hanging up your mantle as Spider Sun you've tried to distance yourself from the perils of heroism. Given all the challenges you've faced and the traumas you've endured, who could point a finger at you for wanting to step away? Your primary concern now is the tiny human being who looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and innocence.
Yet, a piece of your heart still aches for your city. You've always been someone who believes that one shouldn't stand by in the face of injustice. After all : 'The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.' But now, you're not just a hero, you're a mother too. Balancing those two sides is proving to be quite the challenge and extremely frustrating.
Curiously enough, the city's crime rate isn't surging, even in the absence of a superhero. It's almost as if there's still a vigilantly safeguarding Nea Yorkey in Sun-Spiders absence. But that can't be possible, can it? Wouldn't your spider senses have alerted you if that were the case?
Before your thoughts could spiral any further into the depths of concern, the persistent ringing of the doorbell snapped you back to reality. One glance at the door and an all-too-familiar voice later, you already know who's there.
“Would it kill you to answer sooner? I think I've lost count of how many times I rang. And for the love of all things good, it’s freezing out here!” Melissa, still in her over-dramatic fashion, breezes in, shedding flakes of snow from her vibrant winter boots. “And by the way, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost. Now, where's my favorite little munchkin?”
Melissa, once Gabriel's 19- year old former babysitter, stepped inside, shaking the snow off her boots onto your doorstep. After the harrowing incident involving the Spiders and your son, she was promptly relieved of her babysitting duties. That was an event you've tried to scrub from your memory, a dark stain you wish you could just wash away. But in the aftermath, you found an unexpected friend in Melissa. She turned out to be a wonderful listener and possessed an uncanny ability to keep Gabriel entertained. He had grown quite fond of her in the short time she cared for him.
While you had resolved never to leave your son unattended again, it was comforting to have Melissa's company.
She’d become someone you could confide in, someone who could effortlessly make Gabriel giggle, and most importantly, someone who filled the echoing silence of your home with warmth and chatter. She is your "guy in the chair." Well, more like "girl in the kitchen chair," but the sentiment still stands.
Truth be told, after distancing yourself from the Spider society, a deep-seated loneliness had settled in. While the world continued to move around you, there was a stillness in your heart. The absence of your closest friends, the void left by Miguel - it all felt like a puzzle with a missing piece.
“Nopedidope, I am not Dada, I am ME-LI-SSA.” she says with a playful tone, then turns sharply towards you. The damp red strands of her hair, wet from the snow, swing gracefully with her movement. "What's with him and 'Dada' all the time?"
You shift uncomfortably, hoping to avoid delving into that topic. "Kids and their phases," you mumble, trying to sound nonchalant.
Melissa studies your face, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "You're looking a little pale there, Sunny. You know what you might be missing?" She raises an eyebrow teasingly. "A bit of Vitamin D?" Her voice drips with insinuation.
In a mock attempt to shield Gabriel, you place a hand over his ears, which only spurs Melissa into laughter. "Come on, he's too young to understand. When was the last time you had a little fun?A month? Or Two?"
You shake your head, not meeting her gaze. Since Miguel, there hasn't been anyone else. Between the birth of Gabriel and the whirlwind that is motherhood, the idea of dating or loving someone else doesn't even cross your mind. No matter the hurt and heartbreak Miguel has caused, the truth is clear: your heart still belongs to him. It always has.
The mere thought of another person comparing to him feels almost blasphemous.
"Sunny!" Melissa's voice draws you out of your trance. "Don't tell me you've had a dry spell since.. well, since well, Gabriel was conceived. No fucking way. Seriously?"
"Let it go, Mel," you interject gently, because while the weight of loneliness presses on you, and the desire for intimate connection tugs at your heartstrings, a longing for human touch, to be seen as more than just 'mom', there's also an undeniable self-consciousness that wraps itself around you. The aftermath of pregnancy has reshaped your body, and though each stretch mark narrates the beautiful journey of your son's creation, they also evoke self-doubt.
Memories of Miguel's adoration flood back. He had a gift for making you feel cherished during your intimate moments. He would take his time, appreciating every inch of you, always emphasizing how much he desired you. The warmth of his fingers, the gentle press of his lips tracing your curves, and the whispered assurances of how much he wanted you. The way his tongue tenderly caressing the swell of your breast, his hot breath tickling your skin and your - Snap the fuck out of it, Sunny!
But the chill of an empty bed the next morning led to those persistent doubts which still plague you today. We’re you not beautiful enough for him to stay? Were you not interesting enough to make him want to hold you when dawn broke?
For someone who always prided herself on not tethering her self-worth to any man, let alone someone as self-absorbed as Miguel, these feelings of desire and yearning were unsettling. A desire for him to truly see you, to understand and love the depth of who you truly are, continued to consume you.
Love? You catch yourself. Where does that come from? Shaking your head, you mentally scold yourself. He's proven himself less than worthy. It's time to regain control and shut your damn heart out.
"I'm taking this little one out to build a snowman, and I'm setting you up on a date. You don't get to say no," Mel declares.
You raise an eyebrow, replying, "Thanks, but no thanks. If Gabriel's going out, I'm coming with. And I'm not looking for any man right now."
Mel rolls her eyes playfully. "Take a breather, Sunny. We're just going to be right outside. You can watch us through the window. Besides, a little rest might give you the energy for the spontaneous date I might arrange for you tonight."
"You're out of your mind," you retort.
She offers a sincere look. "I promise he's in safe hands, and you can keep an eye on us the entire time. But seriously, you look drained. When's the last time you had a good night's rest?"
You sigh, admitting, "I haven't slept well in weeks." It's the truth. Every time you close your eyes, memories of the HQ come flooding back.
Mel, sensing your hesitation, adds, "I'll protect him as if he were my own. You know that, right?"
Taking a deep breath, you let her go, breaking your cardinal rule of never letting Gabriel out of your sight. You just hope it's a decision you won't regret.
"Enjoying that snow, little guy?" Mel teases as Gabriel eagerly stuffs his mouth with a handful of the white fluff. "Careful, you might get a brain freeze." Gabriel giggles, some snow dribbling from his mouth, while Mel concentrates on assembling a little snowman just outside your apartment.
"I'm not sure toddlers should be eating snow like that," a deep voice comments, causing Mel to fumble and drop the snowball meant for the snowman's head. She looks up, scanning for the source of the voice.
A striking man stands there, tall and imposing, with a dark blue winter coat that hints at the powerful build beneath. Slicked-back dark hair contrasts with the most captivating shade of red eyes Mel has ever witnessed. "And you'd be the expert on toddlers?" she inquires with a playful smile.
"No, but I am a father of two," he replies with a hint of sternness, his gaze shifting to Gabriel.
To Mel's astonishment, Gabriel's eyes light up at the sight of the man. The toddler abandons his snowy treat and dashes towards him. Caught off guard, the stranger momentarily stiffens.
Quickly, Mel scoops up Gabriel. "I apologize. He doesn't usually act this way. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
The man offers a curt nod. "It's fine. Just... keep the snow-eating to a minimum." As he begins to walk away, a heartfelt cry of "DADA!" from Gabriel stops him in his tracks.
"Apologies again. He's taken quite a liking to that word recently," Mel says as she notices the man returning, drawn by Gabriel's continuous 'dada' chants.
"Would you mind if I help with the snowman?" the stranger asks, catching Mel off guard. Why would a stranger want to make a snowman with a woman and a child unless he has other intentions? Maybe he's interested in her? Gathering her confidence and a dash of flirtatious playfulness, she replies, "Quite the knight in shining armor you are, offering to help. And here I thought chivalry was extinct."
"Definitely not a knight." Without another word, he starts forming a small snowball, handing it to an elated Gabriel. The child's joy doesn't waver as the stranger settles beside him.
"Then who might you be, if not our knight in snowy armor?"
Mel inquires, with a teasing undertone, trying to uncover a bit more about the handsome stranger who'd seamlessly inserted himself into their snowy afternoon.
The stranger's dark crimson eyes briefly flit to Gabriel before returning to Mel, an unreadable emotion crossing his features.
"Not important."
Mel nods, storing away the information.Well, the lack of information. “Well okay mysterious. I like that. So let's get this snowman built, shall we?"
The trio gets to work. Mel gathers snow, crafting the middle part, while the man starts on the head. The handsome stranger's hands are deft, moving with a surprising grace that contrasts with his brooding exterior. Gabriel seems inexplicably drawn to him.
At first, the toddler pats at the snow with his little mittened hands, but every so often, his bright eyes lift to watch the stranger. Whenever he moves to fetch more snow or adjust the snowman's form, Gabriel eagerly toddles after him, mimicking his every motion with endearing clumsiness.
There's a curiosity in Gabriel's eyes. He reaches out multiple times, trying to touch the mans face or grasp his hand, seeking a connection. To Mel, it seems as though the baby is yearning for the recognition of the stranger and he feels an inexplicable bond with, though she can't quite put a finger on.
The handsome stranger, for his part, can't seem to help himself. He bends down often to adjust Gabriel's scarf or hat, taking every opportunity to interact with the child and help him in a very protective manner, Mel notices.
He smiles softly when Gabriel's tiny hands try to shape the snow, occasionally guiding them with his own much larger ones, demonstrating how to pack the snow just right. At one point, when the snowman's body is nearly complete, Gabriel gives an excited laugh, dropping down to sit in the snow.
The stranger follows suit, sitting beside him. The two of them start creating a tiny snowman just for Gabriel, the man showing him how to roll the snow and place the pieces together.
As they craft the mini snow figure, Gabriel, with his tiny voice, attempts to communicate with his limited vocabulary, pointing at the snow and then at the stranger, as if asking for validation for his creation. “Dada!Dada!” And every time, he gives a nod or a soft chuckle, providing the affirmation the little one seeks. “Yes, you did that buddy! Great job, mijo.”
When Gabriel eventually throws himself into the snow to make a snow angel, the man can't help but laugh genuinely, a sound that seems foreign to his usual stoic behavior. And in his excitement, Gabriel opens his mouth wide in a beaming smile, revealing two tiny fangs. Instantly, the mans eyes glint, a myriad of emotions reflected in them.
The affection and emotion emanating from him is almost touchable. The silent exchanges, the shared smiles, and the comfortable interaction between them, even in the absence of many words, speaks volumes.
Your eyes flare comically with disbelief. "You let a stranger do what?"
Mel, in a bid to downplay the situation, waves her hand dismissively. "Relax. We just built a snowman."
"With my son! Mel, are you out of your mind? No it’s my fault trusting you with my son again! What was his name?"
"He... didn't say."
Your voice rises, "What did he say at all?"
"He's not dangerous, Sunny. He mentioned he's a father, and he's scouting for a new apartment. Asked if there were any vacant ones nearby." Mel pauses, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality. "And Sunny, he was breathtakingly gorgeous. Impossible for someone that handsome to be dangerous. I mean, the man looked like he was carved by the gods with a face even angels would envy.”
You narrow your eyes, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Enough with you sappy, dreamy nonsense. A vacant apartment? And you don’t find that at all suspicious? So you let a total stranger play with my son without knowing a single thing about him... just because you wanted to sleep with him?"
Mel gulps. "You might've done the same, given the situation. Besides, nothing happened. Why are you overreacting?"
Your voice sharpens. "Overreacting? The fact that you're still standing here and not on the other side of my door means I'm underreacting."
Mel steps back, hands up, "Whoa, calm down, mama bear. Look, I'm sorry. But... I've got something to make it up to you. I messaged Marc, that guy from the café, and guess what? He's super excited to go on a date with you! He'll be here in about..." Mel theatrically checks her wrist, even though she's not wearing a watch, "...twenty minutes."
You can't help but raise an eyebrow. "And he's okay with me bringing my son on the date? After your stunt, there's no way I'm leaving Gabriel with you. Why not set me up with that mystery Adonis you just met instead?"
Mel smirks, "Firstly, ouch. Secondly, don't let your son cockblock you. The plan is: dinner, a stop at his apartment for some dessert, and then you come back here – hopefully a more relaxed and sunny version of yourself, Sunny. Thirdly, Marc is amazing, and Mr. Greek God is off-limits. He's mine."
"No, I’m not going."
Mel pleads, "Come on! Marc was so eager to meet you. He's on his way, so maybe run a brush through your hair? Oh, and speaking of him…" Mel's face falls as she checks her phone, "He just texted me."
She reads aloud, "‘Hey Mel, I don’t know the kind of guys Sunny's been with, but I'm not risking my neck for a date. Sorry, but that dude in front of her house was scary and very serious about his threats.’ WAIT WHAT? Who’s in front of your apartment?”
You shrug and swing the door open to check on what Marc’s mysterious message could mean, revealing Peter B, his fist paused mid-air, ready for a knock. "Hey Sun. Did your spidey-sense catch me?"
It hadn’t. Why hadn't it? Have your once reliable senses dulled with time? Before you can respond, Mel jumps in with her own theory. "Did you chase off her date?"
Peter's brow furrows with confusion. "You had a date, Sunny? Was it the guy sprinting away with a bouquet, looking like he’s seen a monster?" He gestures over his shoulder, trying to pinpoint the fleeing figure.
Mel narrows her eyes at Peter, suspicion clear in her voice. "That was her date, yes. He seemed spooked. You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"
Peter B throws his hands up defensively. "Hey, deeply mistrusting stranger, I've been encouraging Sunny to get out there for years. " You're immediately reminded of the time he'd tried to set you up with Ben Reilly. “Yea, you don’t look scary enough to spook someone. No offense.”
Sighing, you interject, "Maybe he realized dating a single mom with a toddler wasn’t what he wanted. Either way, I just want a quiet evening to relax and catch up on my favorite show. So thank you both for your unexpected, uninvited surprise visit today but I am tired."
Both Peter and Mel exchange shocked glances. "Sun, I came by to check on you because of... you know, what happened," Peter starts hesitantly.
You nod, taking a deep breath to keep
your emotions in check. "I'm aware, Peter. And I appreciate it. But right now, I'm doing okay. Actually, better than okay. So, I really don’t need help. Please, just give me some space. Both of you."
Mel steps forward, concern evident in her voice. "We're only trying to help here, Sunny. Please, don't shut us out."
"Look," you reply, feeling drained, "there's nothing you can do to help me anymore.You did enough today. Just let me be. My top priority right now is Gabriel. And it's his bedtime."
Peter moves closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Just remember, if you ever need anything, please reach out."
You manage a wry smile. "Not sure my phone plan covers inter-dimensional calls, Peter."
After the gentle squeeze, Peter departs, Mel following close behind. As the door softly clicks shut, the weight of loneliness and grief descends upon you after seeing Peter, a part of your past, again. The walls of the apartment seem to close in, amplifying the echoing silence. It all feels suffocating. An emptiness weighs on your heart, and no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to escape its grasp. The reminders of all you've lost and nearly lost play on a loop in your mind.
So there you stand, in the quiet of your bedroom, leaning against the windowsill, breathing in the chilled nightair, while the world and your little baby boy are fast asleep. Emotions threaten to consume you, feelings you can no longer lock away, fearing they'll devour you from the inside. And in this moment, you speak out, though there's no one there to hear. No one to hold you close, no one to offer comfort for your broken soul. "Are you happy now? Did you manage to save the universe? Fix up every black hole? Then why did you leave one black whole in my heart? Why didn't you fix that,huh? Why am I not worthy of being saved by you?
You might fool the people around you, they see you as this scary untouchable figure, shielded by layers. But not me. I see through it all. Beneath that facade, you're just as shattered. I tried to piece you together, but where did that lead me? Broken, just like everything else you touch. And I won't let you near him. I won’t let you break him, you hear me? No, of course not.How could you hear me. You're universes away from me. Why? Are you afraid to get cut by the shards of the broken heart that you left?
I hate you Miguel O’ Hara. I hate you for breaking me. You left behind fragments only you can touch, and I hate you for it. For shattering me and then leaving me alone. I hate you.”
You wiped away the tears that escaped your eyes and closed the window, oblivious to the subtle shadowy silhouette that shifted just beyond the windowpane; "I'll mend your fractured rays, mi sol, so you shine whole again.“
A whisper, lost within the night shadows, never reaching your ears.
The gleaming city spread out beneath, its nighttime heartbeat pulsating with a soft electric energy. High atop one of its buildings, Miguel stands, casting a shadow on the walls of the room where his son sleeps peacefully. The warm lights from the streets below give off a soft glow, just enough for him to see Gabriel’s tiny chest rising and falling.
"So, you're staying here now? Just watching over Universe 586?" A familiar voice breaks the silence, and Miguel looks up to see Jessica Drew, her red and white suit glinting under the streetlights. "I never thought I'd witness the great O'Hara, savior of the universes, now guarding just two souls."
Miguel's jaw tightens. "Go away, Jess."
She lands beside him gracefully, her tone challenging. "Are you stalking your own child? Or seeking redemption from Sunny?"
"You don't get it, Jessica."
"On the contrary," she shoots back, her eyes intense, "I understand more than anyone else. I saw how you felt about her all those years ago. And I see it now. You were afraid, weren’t you?"
"I'm not afraid of anything," Miguel replies, defiance lacing his tone. "But I am not good enough for her light."
Jessica exhales, her voice softening. "And who made you the judge of that? Because according to Sunny’s emotional outburst, you're more than deserving." He clenches his fists, the weight of regret pulling at him. "I had my shot at happiness with Gabriella, and I lost it. People like me, Jess, we don't get second chances."
She points to the window, to the serene image of Gabriel. "That's your second chance, Miguel. Right there."
His eyes well up, the gravity of his mistakes reflecting in his eyes. "I almost killed him. How can I even begin to forgive myself for that?"
"But you didn't," she whispers, her voice filled with conviction. "And you wouldnt have hurt him or else you would have done it immediately. I saw you, Mig.”
A third voice joined them, and Peter B. swings over, landing with ease beside the two. "She's right, Miguel. I watched you with him, the tenderness, the love. It was there, even before you knew who he was to you."
Miguel shakes his head, shutting both of them out. His gaze is hard, still fixated on Gabriel. "I can't go back. They're better off without me. Besides, you heard her. She hates me."
Peter stepsforward, his gaze intense. "That's utter bullshit. I know Sunny. She’s strong, fierce, and forgiving. We heard her loud and clear and this woman loves you more than anything. Don't let fear rob you of your family."
Peters words hang in the air, and just as Miguel is about to reply, a shrill,ear-piercing cry cuts through the silence. His spider-sense goes haywire, a ripple of unease running down his spine. Without a second's hesitation, he dashes toward the source of the sound, leaving Jessica and Peter behind.
Inside, Miguel finds Gabriel crying, tears streaking his small face. Instinctively, Miguel scoops him up, the little boy immediately nestling into the familiar crook of his father's neck and calms down. “Hey, my little spider. Daddy ‘s here, don’t cry. What got you so scared?” he coos, spotting Gabriel's favorite toy on the floor. Miguel retrieved Gabriel's favorite toy from the floor, a routine he'd secretly adopted every night when, after falling asleep, the little one inevitably dropped it. With practiced ease, he nestled it back into the baby's grasp.
But before he can fully relax, Miguel's spider-sense jolts him again. Looking up, he sees a familiar, dark-clad figure hovering, hands sparking ominously.
“Drop the child, Miguel.”
a/n: Hey guys, part 4 is finally here! Thanks for your patience and all the love you've shown me. While I initially thought Part 4 would be the conclusion, I've decided to extend Miguel's character and redemption arc, so we'll wrap up with Part 5. I'm already deep into writing it, so you won't have to wait as long. I truly appreciate all your feedback and support. You've all been wonderful. Remember to stay safe, stay hydrated, and always prioritize your mental well-being. Can't wait to hear your thoughts on this chapter! 🤍
accidentally overstimulating miguel while you’re riding him so he literally has to lift you up off him and he’s like “okay, yeah, that’s enough”
yESSSSS AAAA (i know this is not a request per se but i felt like writing a lil smth about it)
summary : overstimulating miguel while riding him to the point where he has to lift you off him... so he fingers you and gives you oral instead
content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), reader riding migul, overstimulation, no use of Y/N, fem!reader
word count : 839
tag list : @fandom-ash
Miguel couldn't wait, it had been too long since you and him had fucked. The reasons were varied: you were on a mission and he wasn't, he was on a mission and you weren't, you were both on a mission and had to take care of business, or you had to take care of reports and other interdimensional problems.
So when you had a little more free time and he welcomed you into his home, he couldn't hold on any longer. He'd double-locked the door, and as soon as he'd done that, he'd guided you in the bedroom, pulled down your bottom, practically ripped off your panties and thrust himself inside you.
And now you'd been in there for over an hour. You were on top of Miguel, riding him, undulating your body perfectly on top of him as he just had an orgasm.
He'd gripped your buttocks tightly, taking your skin entirely between his fingers as he'd pressed his pelvis as close to yours as possible to go deep inside you.
At last, he'd let his head rest on his pillow.
Only you hadn't stopped moving. The sensations you were experiencing were delicious, his whole length and width plunged into you and stretching you to perfection. The rocking of your hips was delicious, yet Miguel's sensitivity was beginning to kick in.
It was as if you were gently caressing a fresh wound, each movement turning the touch into a painful grip.
He grunted, sighing as you continued your movements. He looked at you, absolutely magnificent above him.
He had no desire to interrupt your pleasure, to suddenly stop the superb sounds you were producing thanks to him - he was too proud of making them.
But the sensation was becoming less and less sustainable, and with a final grunt he gripped your thighs firmly and lifted you off him to let his cock fall back against his lower belly, still glistening with your juices.
"Okay," he huffed, completely out of breath and relieved, "yeah, that's enough."
You looked at him, equally breathless, the small regret that it stopped so suddenly settling on your face.
Miguel felt almost guilty at your apologetic expression, but he was unable at the moment to continue satisfying you like this, unless he proceeded otherwise...
"Still wanna go at it, nena?" he questioned, stroking your thigh.
You nodded softly, the warm desire in your lower belly still present and demanding attention.
"I'll give you a choice then," he nodded, "choose: fingers, or mouth?"
You bit your lower lip with a smile before only leaning into him and confirming:
"Both."
A low rumble vibrated in his chest as a sneer stretched one of his lips in a dark smile.
"Good choice."
In one swift movement you found yourself in his place and he in yours, towering over you with his massive body as he began a trail of kisses across your skin and you chirped under his touch.
He moved down to your lower belly, leaving small marks in his wake before bringing his hand to your wet folds, coating two of his fingers with your wetness before sliding them in.
The shaky breath you took made Miguel smile against your skin, the warmth of his breath crashing against your exposed flesh. You deserved this attention, and he was going to give it to you.
As his fingers slowly began to curve in and out of you, he came to kiss your skin, moving down with each kiss towards your clit. The sensation of his lips grazing the latter inevitably brought your hand to rest in his hair as you arched your back.
The gesture elicited a slight moan from him, which vibrated on the sensitive ball of nerves, and you sighed a mix of a breath and a moan.
His tongue made sinuous circles around your clit as his two fingers accelerated slightly. He knew which places he had to touch to make you produce the sweetest sounds, and he wasn't going to deprive himself of hearing them.
He would never tire of seeing in your eyes even the size of your desire, and he would never tire of the idea that it was meant for him. He knew how lucky he was.
Your walls were perfect, taking his thick, long fingers into you so good. He curved them while making smaller and smaller circles centered on your clit, kissing and licking it.
The state you'd been in just a few moments ago while riding Miguel was close to orgasm, and his calculated gestures were going to push you over the edge. Instinctively, your pelvis began to undulate on its own.
Your hands gripped his hair more firmly, your breath quickening as the heat rose to your cheeks and the knot tightened in your belly.
And then it all exploded, Miguel tenderly kissing your skin as you felt like he was kissing a second heart beating in your entire body. He waited a bit before pulling out his two fingers gently, bringing them to his lips, sucking them until all your juices were clean from his fingers.
Then rose to kiss you, murmuring tender words to your ears.
"You're amazing, nena, and I need you to know it."
ᤢ . summary ♥︎ ੭ years ago, the queen gets rid of a sinful secret that would later haunt her. now, you’re set course for nueva york to meet prince gabriel, the man you’re arranged to marry. however, a knight has been assigned to you as protection and he isn’t very fond of the idea of being the princess’s bodyguard.
ᤢ . content ♥︎ ੭ angst, hidden pregnancy, labor, vaginal birth, child abandonment, mentions of blood, mentions of cheating, past secret relationships, past character death, timeskip, arranged marriage, tension, awkward cute first meet
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28 YEARS AGO.
“push, your majesty!”
groans and wails of pain echo throughout the four walls of the private hospital room. puddles of blood stained on the white bedsheets. a small crowd of one handmaiden and a medical droid. fists clenching and eyes screwed shut at the painful wails of their queen.
“n-no puedo…” conchata pants weakly, head resting back on the pillow while drenched in sweat.
“sí puedes, mi reina. one more push and it will be complete.” the droid encourages.
“one more time.” may parker, the queen’s handmaiden, offers an encouraging smile while holding her hand as support.
with a mixed groan and heavy breath, conchata does one final yet painful push until the pain and heaviness finally leaves her body. exhaustion consumes her entirely as she lays back against the pillow in relief, shutting her eyes while panting.
“congratulations, your majesty. you gained a son.”
the cries of a newborn fall deaf upon the queen’s ears as the medical droid quickly wraps the baby in a light blue blanket. once the boy is securely wrapped, the droid maneuvers towards the queen’s side to her hand the baby but she shakes her head.
“your majesty?”
“no.” conchata shakes her head again, refusing to look or acknowledge the crying newborn.
“but, mi reina, he needs—”
“get rid of it.”
may and the droid look at her with shock. the cries of the newborn gradually increases, desperately searching for his mother. seeking for the warmth and comfort only a mother can provide yet only coldness and the soft fabric of the blanket surrounds him.
“but your majesty, please—”
“I SAID GET RID OF IT!”
may flinched at that.
she didn’t refer the baby as he — instead, it.
as if he wasn’t a human being, had no significance.
her burst of anger causes everyone to wince and the baby’s cries intensify. their remorseful eyes land on the crying newborn, a figure of innocence. brought into this world only to be refused by his mother before he could take his first breath. guilt stabs may in the heart immensely as she stares solemnly at the baby boy. how can a mother abandon her child? how can she refuse her baby without sparing a glance? may can’t fathom the awful idea of ridding a baby. however, she knows better than to argue with her queen. reluctantly, she silently offers to take the baby while the medical droid cleans up the queen.
conchata never spares a glance at the baby as the handmaiden departs. not once ever. eyes closed and head turned to side against the pillow, absolute refusal. instead of guilt, frustration boils in her blood at the unfortunate situation she placed herself in.
oh she should’ve known better.
she knew it was a mistake to fall for her personal knight which led to bare his bastard.
a stupid love affair.
it wasn’t supposed to happen yet conchata couldn’t stop her heart beating so quickly the minute she looked at those crystal blue eyes.
tyler stone.
tall, platinum blonde, fairly muscular.
he was assigned as conchata’s personal knight, for protection purposes. a normal task for a knight, nothing more. however, that was proven wrong with the countless nights of him sneaking into her personal chambers when the king wasn’t there or having quick private moments in between affairs. they both knew it was wrong, forbidden yet didn’t care of the consequences at the time. tyler originally opposed of the idea, the thought of being executed for sleeping with the queen did not seemed like a beautiful fate. however, conchata insistence overpowered his concerns. besides, she was the true heir of the throne and it’s her family bloodline. she is the queen of neuva york. everything is by her way.
conchata, on the other hand, never had the slightest care of the affair. of course she was married to george o'hara, the king, but never truly loved him. the marriage was for royal purposes, not true love. a loveless marriage, most accurately. george rarely looked at her way and neither did she so conchata didn’t care about cheating on the lame bastard. all her life, she never experienced or had knowledge about love. her parents had an arranged marriage, like a usual royal marriage. rarely spent time together nor acknowledge each other, so she never seem a proper example of love. true love, precisely. not until she met tyler. never would’ve thought a knight, her own personal knight, would be her first glimpse at love. it was ridiculous, actually. considering the fact she was the queen and him a knight, it was preposterous. yet, her eyes never sparkled so much whenever she saw him. so shameful yet felt so right.
the affair lasted for 4 months, shockingly yet they were very skilled in keeping it a secret. tricky yet stealthy. not one soul in the palace knew and it was kept that way. although, there were some skepticism from a few handmaidens and staff members catching glimpses of the queen and her knight secretly scattered away into secluded areas yet never spoke a word. it was known to never dare speak ill of the queen so all lips were completely sealed.
unfortunately, the affair ended when a war escalated into great depth that required tyler to be on the battlefield. conchata was in major distraught about his departure, almost forced him to stay by speaking with the general but decided against it. despite her pleads, the knight had to serve his queen and protect the kingdom. frustration boiled in her blood that she never kissed him goodbye, not knowing it was the last time she would ever see him. tyler’s apology made her wince frustratingly, turned away with crossed arms and a frown on her face. she ignored it, she ignored him. that shattered his heart but tyler barely had time to comfort her. without saying any more words to each other, he left. conchata never speared him one final glance, something she would regret later on. she’d rather masked her true feelings, refuse her heart, and pretend it was nothing. despite being angry at him, she believed he’d return.
expect he never did.
tyler died in combat. one of largest, gruesome battles that barely left any survivors. unfortunately, death met his end. stories told he fought with courage and integrity, never once dropped his blade. each swing of his blade was for not only the kingdom but also his queen. conchata never once left his mind, consumed his every thought. every soul he took was for her. even in his final moments, flashes of conchata appeared through his mind. devastated to know he’d never see her again yet tyler figured his time would come, especially on the battlefield. however, he was glad to die by protecting his queen. even by his own demise, she would get to live.
he died with honor.
however, conchata was even more furious. it was predicted she didn’t take the news well and throw herself into a spiral of rage. not only because she lost the love of her life but what he had left her.
a child growing in her womb.
a bastard.
during the weeks tyler was gone, conchata experienced terrible changes in her body. nausea, fatigue, swollen breasts, sensitive senses. it was only a matter of time to request a medical droid and do an examination. a positive pregnancy. her worst fear came true. screams of anger rumbled through the walls of the medical room. it was frightening to the point where the droids frantically exited the room, not wanting to exert their queen’s anger any further. conchata drowned herself in tears of anger and distress. not only the love of her life left her but left her alone with his bastard. how could he do this to her? leave her alone to bare his child? it was preposterous, cruel, and unfair. that was when her heart changed forever. the love she had for tyler vanished and replaced with resentment.
conchata resented tyler for it.
so she resented the child as well.
endured the whole pregnancy despite the anger and frustration boiling in her bones as her belly expanded with time. even with her stubbornness, the queen followed the medical droid’s advice and accepted help from her personal handmaiden may parker, who only knew of the hidden pregnancy. thankfully, conchata owned large extravagant gowns to conceal her expanding belly but still remained cautious. george was already an oblivious bastard and they had separate rooms by her request, she didn’t have to worry about his potential suspicions. as dreadful as it was, conchata navigated through the pregnancy. the baby leaving her body once and for all was her only source of motivation.
god, she despised tyler for forcing her to endure such immense pain just to bare his bastard child. she also despised the child for making her a illegitimately mother. she had to rid of the evidence of her affair.
anything tied to tyler had to be destroyed.
while the queen recovers from the disastrous birth, may quietly yet quickly ventured through the hallways while carrying the crying newborn in her arms. each cry tears a piece of her heart. sneaking out of the palace, with the help fellow handmaidens to cover for her, may walks through the streets in the night sky. the shimmering moonlight illuminating the the kingdom grounds and the gentle cool night breeze hitting her face as she discreetly ventured through the night. a navy blue cloak concealing her royal handmaiden attire, a hoodie to protect her identity from the public. inside the cloak is the baby, hiding him from world, holding him close to her chest offering as much warmth she can. luckily, his cries died down and only let out occasional soft coos.
may knew what she is doing. she knew this wasn’t the smartest idea, taking a newborn baby with her, nevertheless a royal baby, but this was the safest idea. she did obey the queen’s orders to rid of the baby, he will no longer be her problem. but she couldn’t fathom the idea of completely abandoning the child and dumping it somewhere. it would be something may would regret for the rest of her life. her heart would never take such guilt and shame, it would kill her. besides, this isn’t the first time she has taken a child into her care. she just didn’t expect to happen again yet she’d do it in a heartbeat.
she wanted to keep and protect this child.
eventually, may arrives at her small cottage in a secluded area of the town.
“we’re home now.” she whispers towards her cloaked covered chest, referring to the baby before entering her home through the self-opening door.
“may?” ben, her husband, rises from his chair at the dining table and quickly approaches her with a surprise look. “why are you home early, honey?” he raises a hand to gently cup her cheek. “did something happen? are you alright—”
“close the door.” she brushes past him and heads straight to their shared bedroom, barely letting him reaction before obeying her orders and follows her.
ben enters the room to find his wife setting down something on the bed. “may, what are you—” the man stops in his tracks when he sees a baby lying on the sheet bedsheets, softly cooing. “a… baby? may, why do you have a baby? who’s baby is that?”
“shhh…” the woman raises a finger to her lips. “just please, ben… i’ll explain.”
his brows furrowed. “what’s going on?”
a heavy sigh escapes her lips as she takes a seat beside the baby on the bed, looking down at him with remorseful eyes. “i need you to promise me that you’ll never speak a word of this.” she looks up at her husband, who appears to be confused.
“i promise.” ben said sincerely, a bit confused and anxious to hear what his wife had to reveal.
she told him everything, every detail. ben sat there in complete silence, speechless and shocked by this revelation. he soon joined his wife on the bed, sitting on the opposite side where the newborn lays in between them. his eyes land on the baby, who continues cooing and big eyes wandering around in curiosity, and his heart shatters.
“this poor baby….” much remorseful in his tone. “i… i can’t believe the queen would do such a horrible thing…” a heavy, sad sigh falls from his lips as he slowly ran a hand down his face.
“i couldn’t leave him, ben…” tears prickle in her eyes. “i couldn’t leave him out alone in the world, to die or to be taken by someone with god know’s what horrible intentions. i couldn’t do that…”
ben understood her completely, he would’ve done the same. no child should be abandoned, left alone in the world. the horrible thought brought an unpleasant shiver down his spine. raising a hand, he slowly reaches over to grab hers and offers a soft loving squeeze, making her look up at him.
“i understand, may.” his eyes were filled with sincerity. “i wouldn’t bare to leave a child alone in this chaotic world. we will raise this child together, give him a home that he was stripped of. give him a place where he can be safe and grow.” he gives her hand other loving squeeze. “we’ll do this together.”
those sincere, empathic words unleashed those tears she has been holding back. tears of relief, trailing down her cheeks as she quickly pulls her husband into a loving embrace, mindful of the baby in between them. a hug of silent appreciation.
“may may?”
the couple quickly pull away from each other and turn to see their little nephew standing by the door, rubbing his sleepy eyes with a hand and holding a stuffed dog in the other, clad in his pajamas.
“hey, bud. we woke you up, didn’t we?” ben raises from the bed and walks over to pick up the little boy.
“it’s okay. i heard may may crying. are you okay, may may?” the little boy looks at her with a pout.
the sight melts her heart. “yeah i’m okay, peter.” may softly chuckles, quickly wiping her tears. “there were happy tears because we have exciting news.”
the four year old’s eyes perk up excitingly. may carefully picks up the baby from the bed and walks towards them with a soft smile.
“peter, say hi to your adoptive brother.”
the little boy’s eyes widen in excitement. “brother?! yay! i get a brother!”
ben softly shushes him. “let’s not get too loud, okay bud? his ears are very little and sensitive.”
“oops, sorry.” peter apologized bashfully.
ben and may softly chuckle.
“what’s his name?” the boy asks.
the couple share a glance. they just welcomed a new member to the family and haven’t settled on a name.
“oh, um…”
“what about… miguel?” may suggests.
there used to be a notorious knight named miguel, a fearless warrior of nueva york who won many battles. naming a child in his honor seemed nice.
“miguel?… i like it.” ben softly smiles.
“me too! my little brother miguel!”
the three of them look down at the baby with smiles. a promise was made to keep the baby a secret. conchata must never know and she’ll never will. the parkers vow to raise and protect this child as their own. give him the life he deserves.
PRESENT DAY.
the warmth of the sun slipping through the sheer curtains awakes you from deep slumber. the silk bedsheets snuggle against your skin as you shift from your side to lay on your back, facing the dazzling chandelier above you. a yawn escapes your lips as you rub your eyes, slowly waking up. damn, that was a good night sleep. if only an hour or two would’ve been perfect but today was a busy day. a journey awaits you. the thought of it alone makes you sigh, staring up at the extravagant chandelier.
“buenas dias, princesa!” lyla, your droid handmaiden, enters your bedroom with the usual bright smile she always wears. “it’s the big day!”
“ugh….” you cover your face with a pillow. “don’t remind me, i’m already dreading it.” a frown settles on your face when the pillow is suddenly snatched from you and are meet with that damn smile.
“i know and i’m already sorry for the millionth time. but come on, your highness! you know your parents will not be pleased with tardiness.”
you let another groan, knowing the droid is right. “chingado…” reluctantly rising from the bed, you rub the temples of your forehead. “i hate this.”
lyla giggles which earns her a glare from you. “i know. let’s just get ready first, okay? i’ll prepare the bath and search for clothes.”
you softly sigh, nodding. “gracias, lyla.”
“your highness.” she bows with a kind smile then heads off to the bathroom to prepare your bath.
rubbing your eyes once more to truly wake yourself, you turn to look at the window. a beautiful view of the lake. the crystal blue water shimmering from the warm sunlight. the vibrant green of nature, the phenomenal mountains in the distance. the bright sky blue decorated with fluffy clouds. the angelic melody of birds chirping. such a peaceful view, one of the few things you adore living here.
a view you’ll also miss dearly.
today is the day you’re leaving home and traveling to the kingdom of nueva york to meet prince gabriel, the next heir to the throne. an arranged marriage has been set for you both to unify both royal families. you’ve only heard small information about the prince from your parents and others. the next heir, in his mid twenties, co-regiment with his mother queen conchata until he marries and is crowned king, skilled in swordsmanship. all the basic information that kinda made you yawn. although, he is quite handsome. looking up images of him on your holopad while laying in bed when you should’ve been asleep, the rumors were very true. a cute fluff of brown hair, pretty amber eyes, and oddly a cute nose. perhaps his looks are sufficient yet the lack of knowing his personality keeps you curious about him. he may look handsome but his personality is more important. gossip is that he is a kind, caring man. however, you need to see it for yourself.
despite these positive things about the prince, your future husband, you still aren’t thrilled about it. ever since you were young, you’ve always craved true love. the dream of falling in love with the right man, the who meant for you, who loves you for who you are, is what you truly seek. the concept of a soulmate has always stuck with you. you crave to find your soulmate. for example, your parents are soulmates and are founded by true love, unlike most royal marriages. despite being royal, they truly love each other for who they are. you crave for the love they have. unfortunately, that isn’t possible.
you have nothing against prince gabriel, at least for now. it’s not right to form an opinion of someone before meeting them. the positive things about him give you a slight chance of hope. however, you still desire to meet the love of your life without being forced or written by rules. you crave wonder and surprise. the thought of meeting the man of your dreams in the most unexpected way excites you. but perhaps it won’t be a possibility anymore.
after taking your usual morning bath, lyla displays three gowns for you to choose. you settle on a periwinkle blue one since it’s a color you adore. plus, you have to make a first impression for today’s event. you may not be thrilled for the occasion but you do love dressing up. hence why the public refers you as the ‘fashionista princess.’ honestly, you love the title. it’s quite cute, you do indeed own the most stylish looks in the city. you simply love fashion. once you’re fully dressed and makeup on, you head down to the main room to meet with your parents, lyla accompanied by your side. the sound of your heels clicking causes them both to turn around and greet you with kind smiles as you trail down the stairs.
“buenas dias, mija.” your father greets you first, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and embraces you.
“did you sleep well, mi luna?” your mother asks as you greet her as well, giving you the same treatment.
“yes, just a little disappointed that i had to get up.”
both of them chuckle.
“lo siento, mi amor. we know you love to sleep. it’s a big day, we have to make sacrifices.” your dad offers a sympathetic squeeze on your shoulder.
yeah, sacrifices such as arranged marriages.
your parents notice the hesitance and slight anxiousness, especially by the sad smile you offered as way of shielding your true feelings.
“we both know you aren’t happy about this and we’re very sorry. it’s just…” your mother deeply sighs, quite sadly. “it’s our duty, whether we like it or not. it’s a terrible way to say it but we always tell the truth.”
you nod, understanding. your parents always told the truth, that’s also what they taught you. they’re not ones to sugarcoat things. it’s better to know the truth than be told lies. they’re upset about this situation just as much as you are yet there isn’t anything to change it. you appreciate their sympathy, though.
another unfortunate fact is that your parents won’t be accompanying you on your journey to nueva york. they have their own kingdom to run. however, they do wish they could do. rather be with their daughter, help her through this life changing journey than stuck in their palace as she ventures on her own. they felt guilty yet you reassured them various times that it was understandable, it’s just how royalty is and they have their responsibilities. but deep down, you truly wish they could come along. luckily, lyla is accompanying you like always. at least you have someone close by your side.
it’s time for departure. standing in front of the palace while the silver carriage awaits you, it’s time to say goodbye to your family. the moment you’ve been dreading. it’s never easy to say goodbye, especially for your parents since they seem emotional. a thin layer of tears stain in your mother’s eyes as she slowly pulls you in a gentle, loving embrace.
“te quiero, mi luna. te quiero tanto. cuídate mucho, mi niña, por favor.” she pulls away but keeps you close, eyes filled with tears. “lo siento mucho… i wish we could come pero…” a sad sigh leaves her lips. “we’ll miss you so much, we’ll always be thinking about you. but remember, we’ll see you soon in a few weeks.” she offers a small smile, you mirror hers with a nod. “don’t worry too much, just be yourself.”
“i will, mamá, gracias.” you pull her into another embrace. “te quiero mucho.” a thin layers of tears of your own form in your eyes, emotions kicking in.
after a long moment of silent tears and soft sniffles, you release each other and you turn to your father who’s just as emotional as you and your mother.
“te quiero, mi princescita.” he follows suit by embracing you lovingly. “i’ll miss you very much. it won’t be the same without the sarcastic remarks thrown around the halls.” that makes you chuckle heartily and roll your eyes. “please be safe, mija.”
“i will, papí. te amo mucho.”
pulling away from your dad’s embrace, you glance at your parents one last time before retreating to the carriage awaiting you. the self-opening door actives as you approach closer, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. lyla follows behind you and takes a seat across from you. looking through the window, you sneak a final glance at your parents and give them a small wave, they do the same with smiles. your eyes never leave them as the carriage levitates and takes off. it isn’t until the palace is no longer in sight that you finally look away, letting out a sad sigh. lyla notices your sad expression and takes the opportunity to lay a hand on top of yours as comfort.
“it’ll be okay.” the female droid offers a kind smile.
you smile back and give her hand a gentle squeeze of appreciation. “i’m glad you’re here with me.”
“best friends stay together.”
that eases your anxiety. at least you’re not alone.
after about 2 hours, you arrive in the kingdom of nueva york. beautiful and exquisite as the holographs show when you did some research back then. the carriage slowly and steadily lands on the ground. just as you’re about to exit the vessel, behind the door reveals a metallic hand reaching out which confuses you for a moment. peeking out from the doorway, a very quiet gasp falls from your lips.
the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes bore into yours. the warm sunshine illuminates them so prettily, like two pools of honey. never has a pair of eyes ever taken your breath away, capture your attention in a heartbeat. probably the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen. it’s accompanied by a pair of very thick dark eyebrows, perhaps could be mistaken for caterpillars. your eyes trail down to the sharpest cheekbones to exist. so prominent against his skin. a swipe of your finger over them and grantee a paper cut. trailing back upwards, a cute fluff of brown locks that are brushed back but a few strands of hair dangles over the man’s face.
the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
a quick glance at his outfit (just envision the gold is replaced with silver instead), he wears a plot of silver armor that shimmers in the sunlight. the silver decorates over his impressively broad chest, to his arms and legs. it’s accompanied with a black cloak, his face is covered by its hoodie.
he is a knight.
“princesa.”
jeez, even his damn voice is attractive.
quickly snapping out of it with a few blinks after realizing how stupid you must’ve looked for staring a bit longer than usual, you take his hand and he helps you off the carriage. one quick glance at his hand and you try not to express the shock you feel at exactly how huge his were compared to yours. it completely consumes your hand, not to mention how warm he feels. the sensation causes a shiver down your spine. what is even more shocking is how abnormally tall this man was. you’re quickly caught off guard by having to crane your neck all the way up just to meet his eyes. he towers you completely, his tall large frame blocks the sun, casting a shadow over you.
damn, this man is a sculpture made by the gods.
the two of you stare at each other for a moment. gazes locked together, those honey orbs boring into yours. a silent moment between you two, as if you were already familiar with each other. not to mention his hand still holding yours, yet you don’t have the sudden urge to let go and neither did he. both of you snap out of trance at the metal clinking of lyla’s feet as she steps off the carriage and onto the floor. you quickly remove your hand from his and take a step back, not noticing the small frown on the knight’s face but it quickly vanishes and he remains stoic.
“wow, the holograms didn’t do this place justice.” the female droid chuckles as she does a 360 admiring the kingdom, but not ignoring the way you and the knight were close for a brief moment.
the knight rolls his eyes at the droid’s comment then looks back at you. “bienvenida, princesa. i’m miguel, you’re assigned knight during your stay here.” he takes a small bow of respect.
your brows furrowed in slight confusion. “assigned knight? i was never informed about this.”
now his brows furrowed as well. “perdóname, princesa but it’s accustomed here for a royal to have an assigned knight at their disposal.”
“a personal bodyguard?” you sound a bit in disbelief. this god sculpted-like man following you at all times? you’re like a fairy to him and he a giant. seems like a joke, but it is a royal custom. “my parents were never informed about this. when was this decided?”
“recently before your arrival, your highness. a last minute request by the queen. i was the first one chosen without further explanation.”
“hm…” you hum lightly. “well, i still prefer to be notified about any details beforehand. however, i appreciate your services, sir miguel.”
“it’s my task, your highness.”
one of your brows arches skeptically. “a task? i’m your task?” his choice of words rub you in a wrong way, perhaps feeling a bit offended.
a sigh falls from those plump lips of his, the same ones you haven’t noticed just exactly how plump they are until now. “yes, to provide protection at all costs and be present when needed.”
he doesn’t see you as a person but rather a task. something he needs to complete.
also, there isn’t much enthusiasm in his tone, rather sounds dreadful. that makes you frown a little. “not the task you anticipated, i presume?”
“the role of being the princess’s bodyguard isn’t exactly what i hoped to be tasked with.” a hint of cynicism lingers on his tongue with a dull expression on his face, as if he’s fed up or irritated.
now that ticked you off a little, maybe more than it should have. his sarcastic tone and attitude triggered a small spark of irritation in you. it’s amusing how your first impression of this particular knight changed in a matter of minutes, or even seconds. miguel may be handsome but unfortunately his attitude does not match. such a shame for a handsome to be ruined by negative energy.
so, you decide to match his attitude. “well, how unfortunate you can’t change anything about it.” without spearing him a glance, you begin walking away with much sass flowing through your veins.
miguel’s lips part open in disbelief at your sudden change of attitude. damn brat, he thought to himself. just as he’s about to defend himself and follow you, one of the queen’s handmaidens approach you. a woman he knows very well: his adopted mother.
may greets you with a smile and a bow. “welcome to nueva york, your highness. the royal family are pleased that you’re here. the queen would like to apologize for not meeting you properly, urgent matters took place but she’ll return momentarily. i’m here on her majesty’s behalf to welcome you. i’m may parker, the queen’s personal handmaiden.”
“thank you, may. no worries about the queen, i understand.” at least this woman has some kindness in her heart, unlike the brooding knight behind you.
“i see that you’ve met your assigned knight, miguel.” may briefly glances at miguel, who stands there with that typical series look she knows too well.
your expression falters a little from his name, which doesn’t go unnoticed by may. “he’s quite the character… definitely lacks in the kindness region.”
miguel doesn’t miss the sarcasm in your tone and lightly glares at you despite your back to him, although you can sense it making you smirk a little. may notices the tension between you two, finding it amusing how you two just met yet there is fire already ignited. she flashes a small smirk at her adoptive son, making miguel roll his eyes.
“you’ve been assigned with the grumpiness knight.” the little joke earns a light scoff from the said knight. “however, he does have a good heart.”
her words surprise you a little. well, perhaps miguel isn’t a complete grump but you have to witness that yourself since he’s now your bodyguard and will be by your side at all times. don’t judge a book by its cover. a cliche quote yet very true.
“now, if you’ll please follow me, your highness. let’s get you settled in, yes?”
you nod and allow her to take lead, miguel following behind you both. may gives you a tour of the palace, rooms, certain hallways, ballrooms, private gardens, then eventually your bedroom. the other servants carried and brought your belongings to your room, which you kindly thanked them for. it’s a beautiful room, decorated in periwinkle blue and silver. the colors that you love, coincidentally enough yet it brings a smile to your face. you settle yourself in your new room while miguel stands outside guarding.
while you store yours clothes and other belongings away, miguel recaps today’s events so far. it was completely unexpected. he woke up thinking it was an ordinary day of training until general stacy approached him with news about assigning him as the arriving princess’s bodyguard. his heart dropped ever so slightly in disappointment. the princess’s bodyguard? that sounds ridiculous, preposterous actually. being a bodyguard, nevertheless for a princess who he assumed was a typical brat like most royals, was definitely not what miguel wanted. out of all men, why was he chosen? there were far better suitors for the task. miguel is the irritating typer, definitely not for the princess type. however, general stacy believed he was the best man for the role due to miguel’s honor and loyalty. he is considered one of the best in the battalion. those that were suitable enough for royal protection. as much as miguel disliked the idea, he had no other choice but to accept. he didn’t want to disappoint the general and the queen since it was her request for the princess to have an assigned knight.
prior to your arrival, miguel was dreading. he was still in disbelief that this was going to be the most important task in his life; a bodyguard. he should training or on the battlefield, not babysitting a princess. the thought made his blood boiled in frustration and disappointment. miguel expected a spoiled brat that he’d have to deal with everyday, suck the soul of him with her brattiness. there wasn’t time to search up who the princess was since he was assigned last minute and you’d arrive soon. dread and annoyance flowed through his veins when he waited outside for your arrival. he simply couldn’t believe he was doing this. those feelings increased when your carriage came into view and landed. a deep sigh escapes his lips, pushing down those dreadful feelings before approaching the carriage. miguel imagined various scenarios of the princess. how she looked, behaved, dressed. behavior was his main concern. he had that typical scowl on his face, that he’s known for, while waiting for the potential spoiled brat behind the silver door. however, the minute the door opened and as he held out his hand, all those negative thoughts flew out the window.
the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. two dazzling jewels staring into his dull brown ones. the type of jewels hidden in back of a cave, the most beautiful ones best kept secret. never had such a gorgeous set of eyes captured miguel’s attention completely, felt so mesmerized by them. utterly hypnotized, lost in trance. adorned by the prettiest lashes, naturally thick and long, fluttering adorably. the most taunting yet prettiest lips. his eyes linger there a little longer than usual.
in simple terms, miguel was speechless.
lips agape, jaw slacked, and eyes slightly widen in in pure astonishment. his heart stopped beating for a moment. he swore an angel was in front of him. never had miguel witness such beauty before, the type of beauty that left him completely awestruck. this is the princess? this angel? this is who he is protecting? miguel was shocked, dumbfounded. more beautiful than he imagined. he briefly recalled one of his men saying how beautiful the princess was. he was not wrong indeed. miguel must’ve looked like an idiot for staring a little longer than usual and quickly snapped out of it to properly greet you. he almost lost it when he noticed the drastic height difference between you two. dear lord, he felt like a fucking skyscraper to you. he mentally cursed in shock at how small your hand was compared his abnormally larger one. but what truly captured his attention was the beautiful dress you wore. the pretty color of baby blue looked stunning on you, emphasizing your beauty. the silk fabric captures your curves gracefully. the pretty little silver tiara resting on your head. all was breathtaking.
when you first spoke to him, miguel has never heard such an angelic voice before. a voice he never thought he would wish to hear more of. not to mention how his heart fluttered, a sensation he’d never felt before and found it strange. a simple voice can trigger his body to reaction strangely. miguel didn’t like that, he shouldn’t feel like that. sure, he has encountered many women but none had the effect on him like you do - that confused him. it grew worse when you said his name. hearing his name from that angelic voice was irresistible. countless of people said his name, but none had the effect on him like you did. why he is behaving like that? so odd.
besides all of that, miguel doesn’t think you’re the spoiled bratty princess he originally thought. from a first impression, you seemed polite and respectful, sharing your appreciation for his service as your bodyguard. however, miguel’s irritation did get the best of him and caused his attitude to slip. he was being honest but that clearly backfired when you reflected the same energy. okay, you definitely have attitude as well but he may have triggered that. but the sass in your tone ignited a spark in him. alright, maybe you were a little brat. miguel figured this wasn’t going to be an easy task.
once you were situated, you take a moment to sit and reflect. it’s official, you’re here in nueva york to begin a new life. a life that was written for you. soon you’ll meet your future husband and mother-in-law, marry into the royal family, and begin a reign. it’s difficult to believe it is actually happening. the life you use to have, in your own home with your family, no worries and pure freedom. that is over and now you have to fulfill your duty as a princess. it’s only been a few minutes and you already miss home. your parents will visit in a few weeks, something you look forward to, but you still miss them dearly. at least you have lyla, your best friend and basically a sister to you since childhood. all you can hope for is this new life to be a good start, a good change.
“you alright, princess?” lyla’s voice snaps you out of thought as she takes a seat beside you.
“yeah, just can’t believe it’s happening. us, here. it just feels… surreal.” you sigh, shoulder slouched.
very slowly, she takes your hand in hers. the cold metal hits against your skin. “i know… it’s crazy how much time has passed, it’s honestly scary.” she softly chuckles. “but it’s gonna be okay. i got your back like always, we’re here together.”
“thanks, lyla.” you offer a smile, she does the same.
“princesa.”
the both of you turn to see miguel standing by the door, his hands behind his back.
“her majesty and the prince are here.”
you and lyla share a quick glance. she gives your hand a small reassuring squeeze before rising from the bed and exit the room, miguel following you.
passing through the extravagant halls decorated in royal blue and silver, you enter the main lobby where you were informed they would be in by miguel. a group of individuals stand in the middle of the lobby. the sound of your footsteps seem to alert them of your presence and turn around. there stood the queen and the prince. your breath hitches, a small ounce of anxiety beings flowing through your veins. this is the moment. there is no backing out. you know there isn’t anything to be afraid of, yet meeting the prince you’re arranged to be married but most importantly the queen is a bit nerve racking. considering she’s one the most powerful queen’s in history, of course you feel nervous. you take a quiet breath to calm the nerves as you make your way.
“your majesty, your highness.” you kindly greet with a smile and a small curtsy.
"princesa, bienvenida a nueva york.” conchata happily greets you with a smile and steps forward to bring you into a welcoming embrace, which you happily accept. “we’re so happy to have you here and finally meet you! you look even beautiful in person.”
“gracias, mi reina. i’m very happy to be here and thank you for your kind hospitality.”
“siempre, mija. you are a part of this family now, this is your home.” she said sincerely, smiling.
home, strange to call it that.
“i may introduce my son, prince gabriel.” she gestures at him, silently asking him to come forth.
the said prince steps up and your eyes widen in surprise. oh my… he’s way more handsome in person. those holograms don’t serve him justice. however, his beauty doesn’t take your breath away like it’s supposed to. gabriel may be handsome but you aren’t captivated. that is strange. you should be mesmerized by the man you’re supposed to marry, your future husband that you’ll spend the rest of your life with. but you’re not, that’s the problem. perhaps you’ve seen too many holographic images of him during your research of him when the arrangement was announced. back then, he did take your breath away. but now seeing him in the flesh, it was different. why is it? it shouldn’t be.
gabriel, on the other hand, is completely mesmerized by you. the holograms do not service you justice, not one bit. you’re simply breathtaking, ethereal. he can’t believe he’s to be married to an angel, that he will be your husband. the beautiful dress you wear emphasizes your beauty. he is utterly awestruck.
“y-you… you look even more beautiful in person.” the prince said bashfully, still mesmerized.
his compliment makes you smile, but doesn’t affect your heart like it should have. “you’re very kind, your highness. the holograms don’t serve you justice, either.” you try to reciprocate.
he tries not to gawk like an idiot. “welcome to our kingdom, princesa. i hope you enjoy your stay here.”
“gracias.” you offer a kind smile.
conchata seems pleased by the interaction, her son finally falling in love. she continues observing until her gaze shifts to the abnormally tall man standing behind you a few feet away, also observing the conversation while occasionally glancing around. her brows furrowed in confusion. never has she seen this man before. led with skepticism, she approached him discreetly to not interrupt your conversation.
“and who may you be?”
miguel is a bit surprised by the queen’s interest in him. “sir miguel, your majesty.” he takes a small bow. “the princess’s assigned knight.”
the queen raises a skeptical brow. she recalls her request for a knight prior to your arrival to ensure your safety at all times. apparently, general stacy didn’t informed her of the selected individual. “is that so?… i don’t recall seeing you before.”
his brows furrowed at that. “i’ve been a part of your army since i was 16, your majesty. general stacy recruited me and participated in many battles in your honor. the battlefield has taken most of my time, hence my lack of presence here.”
her eyes narrow slightly, still skeptical of him while digesting his background. but it seems legit, she believes him. “i see… perdóname for my accusations. i appall your bravery for this task.”
miguel bows in appreciation, however, he’s still skeptical. “gracias, mi reina.”
she gives him one final glance before returning to you and gabriel, her whole demeanor changed. smiling at you both, unlike the skeptical look she gave him just a moment ago. that causes him to frown. but miguel decides to discard it and focuses on his attention back on you. he observes you, the way your lips curl up into a smile, the way your eyes sparkle as you speak. supposed you seem content to finally meet your future husband. the two of you seem genuinely happy together, a good pair.
the conversation was going well until gabriel receives a transmission. “perdóname, princesa. i must take this.” he offers a meek smile.
“no te procupes, it must be important.” you smile.
he mirrors your smile before reaching in his clock and grabbing the hologram from his inner pocket. he turns around to receive the message privately, leaving you and the queen to wonder silently. it’s only a moment until the meeting ends and he turns back.
“lo siento, princesa. there is an expedition that i must join but it’s only for two days. i wish to stay here with you but…”
you shake your head, smiling softly. “it’s alright, your highness. it’s your responsibility, i understand.”
gabriel can’t help but feel more guilty. it was supposed to be getting to know you, not leaving you alone. it’s only been a few minutes yet he has to leave. “i promise to make up time when i return.”
“i’ll look forward to it.”
that somewhat eases his concerns. taking a step closer, he gently takes your right hand and presses a soft kiss on the back of it before leaving.
so much for meeting your fiancé.
as the prince leaves, conchata notices the slight disappointment in your face. “i know it was short notice but he’ll return soon and you two will get to know each other better.” she places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering a smile of reassurance.
you simply smile back with appreciation.
“in the meantime, why don’t you explore more of the palace? now it’s your new home, you could get familiar with it.” the queen suggests.
well, perhaps that isn’t a terrible idea. you do in fact need to familiarize yourself with the palace since you’ll be living here now. something to occupy yourself while gabriel is away.
“perhaps i should, it’s quite huge compared to mine.”
that elicits a chuckle from her majesty. “it is indeed like a maze but don’t feel overwhelmed. most rooms are rarely used than others. my handmaiden may, who you met, can provide you a tour. or maybe your assigned knight,” she briefly glances at miguel, who’s brows furrowed a little but she ignores it. “unfortunately i can’t since i have matters to attend to. but please, don’t hesitate to ask for help.”
“i appreciate it very much, your majesty.”
“well, i’ll see you for dinner. welcome to nueva york, princesa. i truly hope you enjoy your stay here, i’m very happy you’re here.” she smiles.
“muchas gracias, i’m happy too.”
that was lie.
she gives you one final smile before walking away and exiting the room, leaving you with your knight. the clicking of her heels echo through the halls.
now left alone… how fun.
a quiet sigh falls from your lips, feeling a bit disappointed. that was definitely not what you imagined your meeting with the queen and the prince. traveled across kingdoms only to be left alone in a unfamiliar palace. honestly, taking a tour doesn’t sound appealing to you nor something you desire to do at the moment. you hoped to spend time with the prince but his presence is required somewhere else. although you have lyla and miguel at your disposal, you still feel alone. you let another sad sigh.
miguel notices the slight disappointment in your face and slouched posture. he can’t help but have some sympathy for you. it’s understandable that one moment you’re filled with excitement then faced with disappointment, no matter how you try hiding it. when the queen suggested him to provide you a tour of palace, assuming he knows it well enough since he’s a knight, miguel was a bit surprised. however, seeing you in such a solemn state, he agrees to do it. only if it means to raise your spirits. besides, you’re his responsibility now so he must keep you in check.
he breaks the silence with an awkward cough, causing you to turn around. “well, princesa… if you truly want, as the queen suggested, i can give you a tour of the palace or the kingdom.”
“oh um… i would appreciate that.”
you don’t seem convinced. miguel thinks of something particular to peak your interest. “i can show you the garden, the largest one in the land.” the way your eyes light up almost makes him smile.
“okay, you’ve caught my interest.” suddenly, your mood boosted. you adore gardens, mainly flowers. they’re such beautiful elements of nature.
the garden you have back home is your favorite place, spent most of your time there. your place of solitude. the elegant flowers, vibrant greenery, and the beautiful pond where you’d sit by and interact with the adorable ducks that lived there.
you walk past him heading for the main doors until you stop and turn around with a tiny smirk on your face. “well, sir miguel… show me what’s best here.”
miguel raises an eyebrow, amused by your demeanor. “claro, princesa.”
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Hi there! I was wondering if you can please do a request where Miguel's girlfriend announces to him that she is pregnant and that he is going to be a father?
The combination of the coldness of the bed and the sun heating your face stirs you awake. Usually you lay there, wondering how long it was since Miguel left the warmth of your shared bed, but not today. Before you knew it, bile made its way to your mouth. You rushed to the bathroom, emptying your insides in the toilet. You hated vomiting. It was disgusting. It also meant that you had to be careful with what you eat all day. Again, awful. Who doesn’t like to eat whatever they want?
You rest on the bathroom floor, knees to your chest. You hug yourself, waiting. The next round of puke would come, eventually. Meanwhile, you started to think. What was it that you ate last night? Miguel went to work, meaning, he was probably fine. Well, actually, that doesn’t help at all.
You love your boyfriend, but he is a workaholic.
However, since you moved in together, he had made a habit of coming home every night. Despite the looming responsibility of taking care of the arachno-humanoid… uhhh. The multiverse, yeah. Whatever that was called. It had a really long name, that it didn’t matter how many times Miguel repeated it to you, it never stuck.
Besides, every time you talked with some spiders on the rare occasion you stepped on the Spider Society, they called it spider verse or something like that. The only thing that was clear to you was that Miguel didn’t like that definition. He was such a nerd, and you loved that.
After seeing that your body didn’t have the urge to vomit again and feeling a little bit better, you stood up. You flushed the toilet and proceeded to shower. You couldn’t get much cleaner than that.
You had puked a lot of times throughout your life. Who hasn’t? However, there was something different about this one. You couldn’t put a pin on it though. You felt… weird. Oftentimes than not, when you vomit, you don’t want to eat anything afterwards. For a couple hours at least. However, this time, you were craving strawberries. Granted, it was one of your favourite fruits, but it was strange nonetheless.
The occurrence would have been just a bad day, or bad luck, if it weren’t for the following days.
You have been doing the same routine for three straight days now. Wake up, rush to the toilet, bye bye yesterday’s dinner. You had told Miguel, but his food (same as yours, supposedly) stayed inside of his stomach. Miguel was getting worried, and so were you. You didn’t want to go to the hospital, but if this continued… you had no other option. Besides, Miguel would drag you there himself if you refuse.
On the fourth day though, that routine was interrupted by a knock on the door. Who was up so early on a Saturday? You were disorientated, your throat still burning with the acid. It took you a couple of seconds to remember that your friend was coming over. Right! As a reminder clicked on your head, you shouted a quick “Coming!”. You cleaned yourself as best and fast as you could, and rushed to the door.
You opened it, being met with the smiley face of your best friend.
“Hey…” she started, before shutting her mouth. She stared at you, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you okay?” she asked, worry evident in her voice. “You look like shit.”
“Gee thanks, I love you too.” you answered, moving aside to let her in.
“What’s wrong?” she pressed, walking in. She took her shoes off and hung her jacket and purse.
You sighed, closing the door. You were tired. Despite the awesome sleep at nights, emptying your insides was wearing you down.
“I puked, again” you emphasized. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“What do you mean again?”
You walked to your couch and plop down. Your friend followed after you.
“Oh right, I haven’t told you.” you said, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. “This is the fourth morning I vomit”
“Always in the morning?” she questioned, brow furrowed.
“Yeah…” you trailed, taken aback by the query. “Why? It doesn’t–”
“Girl, really?” she laughed. “For being one of the smartest people I know, you sure don’t seem like it.”
“The hell are you talking about?” you asked.
She laughed. “When was your last period?”
You furrowed your brow. What did that have to do with…
Oh.
OH.
Your eyes opened like plates. “You don’t think…” your voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t panic!” she stated, standing up in a rush and grabbing her things from the rack. “I’m going to run to the farmacy and get you some tests. Oh my god, I’m so excited.”
Your friend put her shoes on at lighting speed and before you could say something else she blew you a kiss and was out of the door.
And just like that, you were alone. Or, were you? You looked down at your stomach, pondering the implications. Could you be pregnant?
It was a possibility. You and Miguel… well. You could count with your fingers the amount of nights where you went to bed and straight to sleep last month. How could someone blame you? Anyone would throw themselves at Miguel if they had the chance. You were just lucky.
The thing was, you used protection all the time. You weren’t on birth control because of the whole hormone shit, which you didn’t like. But you used condoms. Right?
You stood up, too anxious to just sit around and wait. You paced around your living room, biting your nails, trying to remember if there was a night where you had been reckless. The events of previous nights with Miguel flashed through your head.
The way he was always careful with you, treating you like you were going to break at any second. Sweet nothings whispered in your year. Spanish words and curses flying out of his mind when he was close. His caresses after it was done. Lips brushing against your naked flesh, leaving goosebumps in its path.
One night in particular materialized in your head. You had been teasing Miguel all day. Sending him pictures, flirting more than usual, lingering touches here and there. Everything happened so fast. One minute you were in the kitchen, and before you knew it, Miguel had you pinned to the bed. The pace wasn’t the problem. Despite how hungry you were for each other, you two were responsible.
However, you remembered what Miguel had growled in your ear. You hadn’t paid too much attention to it. You brushed it off as a heat of the moment kind of thing. Miguel was on top of you, caging you with his body. Almost crushing you with his weight. His thrusts had begun to become uneven, signalling he was close. His hands grew desperate, groping and squishing every inch of your body. Incoherent rambles and noises escaped your lips. Miguel’s breath became more ragged.
He was needy, he needed you more than ever. Miguel loved talking to you while he fucked you. Sometimes, he would say sweet things. Others, he would try to make you remember who you belonged to. Not like you could ever forget. That night was one of those times. Miguel had told you how you were his, how he was going to make everyone see. He was going to make you pregnant, so everyone could see in your growing belly that you were his, and he was yours.
You rested your forehead against the nearest wall. Did he really mean it? You were hoping that he was. You wanted children, but did he? You knew about Gabby and how that affected Miguel. He had shown you the videos. Explained to you the consequences. Obviously, being from the same universe and you just being a mere civilian, the stakes weren’t as high. However, you also knew how harsh Miguel was on himself. How he saw the responsibility of being Spiderman.
You had never talked in depth about what you wanted to do after marriage. Sure, you had joked about having little yous and little Miguels running around the house, but never serious. You lived in a good apartment, but it only had two bedrooms. One which was used as Miguel’s study, for when he had to do some work at home.
Being pregnant meant a lot of changes. To your body, to your relationship. To your way of life. You started weeping. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you made no effort to clean them. You just let the emotions run through you, letting them out completely. You were so immersed in your thoughts you didn’t hear your friend coming back.
You jumped back when she placed her hand on your shoulder.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Everything is going to be fine.”
You just nodded, not trusting your voice. She handed you the bag. Peeking inside, you saw three pregnancy tests. This was it. The moment that would change the course of your life forever, or not. You had never been so anxious for a test.
You dragged your feet to the bathroom, your friend trailing behind you. She waited outside while you took them. Once you were done, you placed them on the sink. You stared at them, terrified. You couldn’t decide what you wanted. Positive or negative? Either way, you knew you were going to be a crying mess.
Thank god your friend was there to calm you down. You waited patiently. Those minutes felt like an eternity.
Your timer went off, startling you. Okay, this was it. This result could change your life forever, or honestly? Crush you. You were so ready, you wanted this, despite the fact that you were also scared of how Miguel was going to react.
Your friend pushed you forward slightly, urging you to go. You walked slowly, each step weighing more than the last. You closed your eyes on the last part, reaching the sink using your other senses. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.
Slowly, you opened your eyes, peeking at the tests. Soon, you found out that it wasn’t the brightest idea. Two lines can easily look like one with your eyes barely open. You stared at the three tests, all reading the same.
Positive.
You were pregnant. Holy shit!
You turned around, clutching your stomach. Tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I’m pregnant” you croaked out, a lump forming in your throat.
Your friend smiled, and hugged you. You buried your face on her shoulder, embracing her tightly.
“Are we happy?”
You nodded against her form.
“Good. So there is nothing to worry about. Only maybe looking for a new apartment. Or making this one work, for now.”
You chuckled, pulling back and cleaning your tears with the back of your hands.
“Yeah, well. And telling Miguel” you sniffed.
“Pfft, girl please. That man is utterly madly in love with you. He would move heaven and Earth to be with you forever. Besides, he seems like the ‘I want to be a dad type’” she said.
Yeah. He was. Miguel loved being Gabby’s dad. But that was part of the issue, and your friend didn’t know that.
“Yeah, I know” you mumbled, not sharing your thoughts.
“So? Let’s celebrate!” she smiled at you, throwing her hands in the air.
“Maybe later. I really want to tell Miguel and be with him now.” you said, rubbing your arm. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all! This is a big moment for the both of you.” she answered, taking your hands in hers and squeezing them. “Take your time, tell me how it goes later.”
“Thank you.” you beamed at her. You really won the lottery with this friendship.
You walked your friend to the door, kissed her goodbye and sent her on her way. Once you closed the door, you started crying again. Happy tears? Who knows. You were overcome with emotions, but the most prominent one was anxiousness. You really wanted to talk to Miguel. Tell him how much this meant for you, and hope for the best.
You decided that it was best to take this to his territory, the society. It had been a while since you had been there, and you missed it. Besides, you felt that if Miguel needed some time, it would be easier for you to split. If you had called him and forced him to come home, and then he decided to leave, that would break your heart.
Plus, you also thought that it would be a good idea to take something. Probably food. But first, you had to shower. While cleaning yourself, you decided to make him empanadas from scratch. You had the ingredients at home, you had done it before, and if everything went right, they would be ready by lunch time. Perfect.
Excitedly, you got to work. Once they were ready, you changed into a nice dress, applied some make up and braced yourself for the talk that was coming.
The building of the Society never failed to amaze you. The whole city of Nueva York was beautiful, but that one had something else. You walked into the building passing like a million Spider-men? Spider-women? Spider-things? You don’t know. At the start of your relationship you would ask for everything. Name, story, universe, whatever you could think of. Miguel never refused, because he trusted you. But after the hundredth Peter Parker, you gave up. Thank god Miguel had Lyla, otherwise he would go crazy.
One of the other perks of being with the boss was that he had adapted part of the building for you. It was initially thought of as a place for Spider people, so there wasn’t really a need for stairs and even floors to walk on. There wasn’t really a ‘correct’ way to walk here. Ceiling? Fine. Walls? Fine. They all probably thought the floor was boring. Which it was, you can’t say you weren’t jealous watching all of them swing around and stick to shit like it was nothing.
You were grateful for the distraction.
Each step towards Miguel’s lab was exhausting. Fear crawled its way into your bones. Your hands carrying the boxes of food began to shake, despite the many attempts to stop them. Spider people passed by you, some familiar. They all stared at you, the ones that knew you greeted you. Thankfully, none commented on why you were there, or why you looked so anxious. You could feel beads of sweat running down your neck.
You reached the doors to Miguel’s lab. Closed. Typical. You cleared your throat. It didn’t matter how many times you did it, but talking to thin air while speaking to Lyla without seeing her was mind blowing, and also, a little embarrassing.
“Umm… Lyla?” you asked, looking around. Where are you supposed to look when talking to an AI that is everywhere?
“Oh hi!” Lyla greeted you, appearing right in front of your face. “What brings you here?”
“Just bringing Miguel some food” you showed her the containers on your hand.
“Great! He is grumpy as always. This for sure will cheer him up.” She smiled at you, opening the door to the lab.
“He isn’t grumpy.” you defended your boyfriend. “Maybe he has reasons to be so angry around here. He is a big teddy bear.”
Lyla laughed at that. “Oh, don’t make me laugh” she said, cleaning a fake tear from the corner of her eye. “But if you do have embarrassing pictures of him, send them my way.”
“Lyla!” the sound of your boyfriend’s voice cut off your conversation.
There he was, in his full glory. His platform descending, making him look like a God. Which he was, in your books at least.
You hurried forward, not even waiting for the platform to reach the bottom.
“Hola mi vida” Miguel smiled at you.
You jumped on the platform, placing the boxes on the desk before hugging Miguel.
“Someone is excited,” Miguel commented, hugging you back and chuckling.
“How could I not?” you said, looking up at him. “I have the best boyfriend in the world. Despite the fact he leaves me in a cold bed” you pouted.
“Mmm.. if I remember correctly, you knew exactly what you were signing for.” he teased, bending down to peck your lips.
You got into your tiptoes, helping him. You hummed into the kiss. “Yeah, maybe. I’m just so crazy about you.”
“I’m the crazy one.”
Just as you were about to kiss again, you heard a camera click. Miguel pulled back and whipped his head towards the sound. “Lyla!”
The AI disappeared in a fit of laughter. You giggled too.
“I’m not going to hear the end of this.” Miguel mumbled, peeling himself off of you. “What brings you here anyway?”
The question took you back to reality. You weren’t there just for fun. You had something important to say.
“I– umm” you began. “I brought you empanadas!” you turned around and picked the boxes quickly, almost dropping them.
“What did you do?” Miguel asked, hands on his hips. He smirked.
“Nothing!”
“Mmm..” Miguel eyed you, but took the boxes nonetheless. He opened the first one and smelled it. “This smells so good. Gracias beba.” He pecked your forehead quickly, before putting the first empanada in his mouth.
“So…” you began. “What are you doing?”
“Besides the usual, you mean?” Miguel asked. He arched his brow.
“Yeah!”
He finished the rest of the empanada before setting the box down.
“Okay, you are acting weird. What’s wrong?” his whole attention on you know. His sharp, red eyes staring at you.
“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.” you lied. You couldn’t tell him, not now.
“Yeah, and I’m the funniest Spider-man” he said sarcastically.
You bit your lip. Your hands were sweaty. You could feel tears forming in your eyes, blurring your sight.
“I–” you swallowed heavily. “I– I can’t, I can’t say it.” You shut your eyes, tears spilling out.
“Shh mi amor. Why are you crying?”
Miguel cradled your face, wiping the tears of your cheek.
“Look at me beba. I hate seeing you cry”
You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by Miguel’s loving gaze. You cried harder. Miguel pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest while he rubbed your back.
“Shh it’s okay. Whatever it is, we will work it out together. Like we always do.”
You shook your head.
“No?” He asked. “Why? Please tell me.”
You could hear the worry in his voice. You hated it. But you were also terrified of him leaving you.
“I’m scared,” you confessed.
“Of me?” Miguel said, barely above a whisper.
You looked up quickly, seeing his hurt face.
“No no, I could never be scared of you” you placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you more than anything.”
He nuzzled against it, kissing your open palm.
“So tell me.”
You stared at his face for a while, seeing how soft he looked at that moment. You couldn’t grasp how someone could be scared of him. Curse you for using that word. You knew how much that affected him. How he viewed himself. You trailed his features with your eyes, burning in your memory how he looked. If this was the last time… you wanted to remember everything.
You stepped back, detaching yourself from Miguel. You took a deep breath, calming down.
“I’m–” you began, your voice wobbly. “I’m pregnant.”
Everything stopped. Miguel took a step back, staring at you with wide eyes.
The air in the lab grew thicker. That, or you were hyperventilating. It was harder to breathe. Every passing second Miguel didn’t answer, a million thoughts ran through your head.
That’s it. He was going to shout at you and tell you to leave.
No! He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t be mean. Don’t think like everyone did. You know Miguel, the real Miguel. The man who cares. The man who despite being angry at you, found the time to make sure you are okay. Miguel, who made you meals and did things he didn’t like because of you.
He could not want children, but he would never leave you stranded. Fencing by yourself.
“You–” Miguel began, breaking the silence. “You are pregnant?”
You bit your lip, and nodded. You couldn’t trust your voice.
Miguel stumbled back, crashing into his desk. He rested against it, rubbing his face.
“Miguel?” you said quietly. “Please say something.”
A minute passed.
Nothing.
Sadness bubbled inside of you. You were crying again. You felt like you were about to lose the love of your life. Trying to make things better, you started to ramble.
“It’s just–” your voice broke, sobs escaping your mouth. “I know how hard it was for you with Gabby. How much she meant to you. And, I want this baby, I really do!” you cried, doing your best effort to stare at his face while talking. “And– and, I don’t know what you want. I don’t– I can’t live without you. I want you and this” you placed your hand in your belly. “I want to be a family, with you. But I– I’m scared” you sobbed, looking down.
You heard Miguel walk towards you, and then his fingers under your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes. “Mi amor” he whispers. “No llores más mama.”
The gentleness of his voice made you sob harder. Miguel grabbed the sides of your face with both his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. He caressed your cheeks, before kissing your forehead, then your closed eyes. Your nose, both your cheeks. Finally, he pulled you forward slightly, your chest colliding with his, his lips smashing against yours.
The kiss was full of love. You knew what Miguel felt without him even uttering a word. You placed your hands on his chest, deepening the kiss. You didn’t want to let go, you wanted to stay right there. Safe in his arms.
Miguel pulled back, reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, all that was heard was your and Miguel’s breathing. He was warm and cozy, making you sleepy. He pecked your forehead again, before giving you a hug, placing your head in his chest, where his heart rested. One of his hands was cradling the back of your head, while the other rubbed your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist.
“I love you, you know that right?” He broke the silence.
You hummed, your eyes closed, enjoying the even thump of Miguel’s beating heart.
Miguel chuckled, making you groan as his body shook. He stepped back, escaping from your embrace. You were about to protest at the loss of contact, until you felt him grab your sides. You opened your eyes, seeing Miguel on his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you, eyes full of love and warmth.
His face broke in a smile, showing the wrinkles around his eyes that you love. Miguel kissed your stomach over your shirt, still looking at you, and placed his chin there. He engulfed you in an embrace again.
“Vamos a ser papás.”
You smiled, tears forming in your eyes again. “Yeah we are.” you brushed his hair out of his face, running your hands through his curls. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” he said. He looked at your stomach and whispered. “And I love you too, mi amorcito.” He kissed your belly again, before resting his cheek against it, slumping against you. “I’m sorry I took so long to answer. I was just– processing what it meant.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair.
“I’m a father again.”
“Yes you are” you smiled down at him.
“Los amo”
“We love you.”
You don’t know how long you spent like that. Miguel sitting on the floor, resting on your stomach while you ran your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything.
the idea of standing in between a man’s legs who’s just been in a fight and is all bruised and battered while tending to his wounds …. all while his hand (a hand that is usually rough and malicious) is gently placed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass …. he’s looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky ……….. it gets me going
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care
・Part two! Part Three!
“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.
You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.
“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”
You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.
You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.
“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.
Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.
Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?
You and Miguel.
Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.
You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.
You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.
Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.
And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.
“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.
“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.
‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.
The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.
You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.
The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.
“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.
He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.
“Excuse you” you hissed.
He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.
“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.
The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.
He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.
“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”
“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.
“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”
“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.
You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.
“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.
Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.
He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.
He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”
You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.
You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.
You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.
“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.
He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.
“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.
You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.
It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.
His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.
The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.
Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.
“You kissed me first”
You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.
He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.
“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.
The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.
You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.
“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.
“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.
You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.
“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.
Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”
You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.
“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.
You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.
“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.
You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.
“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”
You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”
You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.
“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.
Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.
He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.
His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.
“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.
It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.
“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.
“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.
Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.
Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.
“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.
You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.
Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.
Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.
You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?
You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.
You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.
“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”
You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.
Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”
Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.
“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.
Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.
He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.
You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.
He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.
Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.
Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.
“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“
You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ day nine!! surprise! I made a few changes to the masterlist and this is a new one! it's a lot more angst so I hope you enjoy! wc: 1.6k ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
“I thought you went to California…” He scoffs. A look of surprise when he sees you standing there. In this rundown motel room. Rain beating down on the windows like a teasing joke. He shuts the door behind him, running a hand through his hair. His other hand occupied with a cigarette. Between his thumb and pointer finger, shielding the fragile embers from the rain outside with his palm. Lifting it to his mouth and letting it hang from his lip, puffs of gray smoke leaving his nose as he pulls his damp jacket off.
“I thought you quit smoking…” You sigh, your wet jacket still on from the rain. Sitting on the edge of the bed. You don’t plan on staying long. Just long enough. So leaving the jacket on is one less step, one more push to leave. He grins at your words, setting his jacket on the back of a chair, rolling his sleeves up. The ink and markings on his skin, bringing back memories.
“How can I quit?” He laughs darkly, he’s annoyed, he’s upset. “How can I quit when you rip my heart out and beat it to shit?” He sighs. His grin souring to a scowl. Looking you up and down. “I didn’t come here to talk about that. And I’m still going to Los Angeles I just… I just…” You hum, shaking your head.
“You just what…?” He steps closer. Getting a better look at you. The way your hair moves from getting wet in the rain. Your cheeks from the cold outside. His eyes trailing down, down your body. To that damn ring on your finger. He frowns, looking away. Taking the last drag and putting it out in the ashtray. “You just wanted to rub it in my face, huh?”
“No…? Why would you-”
“That’s what you want, right? You’re gonna go off and play perfect house, perfect family, perfect life, perfect wife… with someone else. And you couldn’t just save me the pain and leave. You had to come back here and shove it in my face.”
Your heart breaks. Why must he make this so hard? Why is this so hard? “I told you what I needed… what I need… and you can’t give me that. You can’t stop this deathwish you’re hellbent on and I won’t watch you kill yourself or get killed over gang pride!” You exclaim. If he thinks this is hard for himself, he hasn’t thought of you. How this breaks your heart. If he could just try… just try and live a normal life. Not a life of crime and killing. Away from the gangs, away from his position as leader. It’s tearing him apart anyway. You could be so happy. Together.
“Well this is who I am, baby… this is who I am. I don’t try to change you, why do you try to change me every chance you get?” He questions, raising his long arms up in defeat, letting them fall back to his sides.
“Because you’re gonna die, Miguel!” You stand up from the bed. Why doesn't he understand? Looking up at his tall height even when you’re standing up to him. A tightness in your throat. A promise of tears soon to follow. “I can’t watch it… it breaks my heart…” Your voice breaks, your eyes stinging.
His hardened resolve softens. He can’t help it. He should be stronger than this. But you make him weak. He sighs, listening to your broken words.
“I just came here to… to say that it’s not too late and… you deserve to live and not be looking over your shoulder, that’s all…” Your voice turns to weeping as soon as the words fall out. You’re worried for him. Even if you can’t share a life together. Even though you're leaving tomorrow for something more secure, something safe, you’ll be damned if you let him waste his without even trying to get through to him.
He stands there quietly. Watching you sniffle and break down. A sight he was convinced he’d never see again. Not after all the tears you’ve already shed. And your departing words the last time he spoke to you.
“C’mon baby… don’t cry… you don’t need to cry…” He hums softly, taking a few steps forward and trying to find your eyes. As much as he’s angry, he hates to see you hurting even more. “I’ll… I’ll be alright… it’s all gonna be okay…” He whispers, he lies. He won’t be okay. Taking your hands from your face, pulling them to his chest. “It’ll be better if you stay… if you stay with me, babydoll… it’ll all be better…” He whispers. Looking in your eyes when you finally look up at him. Your tears make his heart ache. A spark of hope in his chest at your expression.
“You give me another chance, doll, I promise… I promise we can- we’ll be safe… I’ll keep you safe and we can get a house- you want a house, right? I’ll get you the biggest house in the city and… and we’ll get married, doll. In that church, the one you grew up in, babe…” He whispers, wiping a tear off your cheek with a swipe of his thumb. “We’ll get married and… and babies, babe. You want babies?" He smiles at the thought. Looking down at you warmly. "We’ll have babies… as many as you want. I’ll give you whatever you want… you want that?”
Your heart pounds and cracks. Listening to his words, wondering whether you can trust him or not. You’ve got a ring on your finger. A promise for a new life. Away from all this. Far away. With a different man who’s okay. He’s just fine. A gentleman. On track to be a fine father and a fine husband. But will you ever be satisfied?
“I want you… to want that…”
You whisper. Swallowing hard and feeling his thumb gently caressing over your cheekbone, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close. A tear tickling your skin as it falls. And you watch his eyes flick to the droplet… watching as it dribbles over your cheekbone, down to your jaw. He can’t help himself.
He leans forward slowly, lips pressing to the tear and kissing it away. Letting his lips ghost over your jaw, your face, pressing his forehead to yours. Your breath hitching and withdrawn from his actions. You were also convinced you’d never be this close to him again.
“I want you…” He whispers. “I want you… and all the things… all the plans… all the… tears…that come with you, baby.” He manages a small smile, pulling back slightly to look in your eyes. “I can’t let you go, baby… and I don’t care what it takes. I just want you to be happy… and I know that I make you happy... I know I do... that I'm sure of... ” He swallows hard, choking back tears of his own. Looking down at your expression.
You can’t help the soft sobs that wrack through you. Your gaze falling and feeling his grip on you tighten, his hand on your neck and his head tilts, pressing his cheek to yours, humming by your ear. “I've been selfish… I’m sorry… please forgive me. You’re more important than… than anything… and I want us to be safe. I need us to be together.”
Your arms finally rise to wrap around him. Pressing yourself to his chest. And he reacts, pulling you in tight. His shirt tightening around his biceps and his broad back as he engulfs you in his embrace. Hand on the back of your neck, holding you so safe and secure. Like nothing could ever hurt you again. Not him, never again. His words go right to your aching heart. You’ve never heard him say such words until now, so you’re confident he means them. Or he’s at least fighting for you now.
“Then you’ll stop this… you’ll stop and… and we’ll figure things out together. For us now…” You whisper into his chest. He finds himself smiling at your words. Your acceptance. Your forgiveness. “Anything, we’ll do it… anywhere you want to go, we’ll go. For you… for us…” He hums.
“And no more smoking…” You whine, sniffling, pulling your head up and looking up at his face.
“Yes, ma’am…” He whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours, tilting his head, lips meeting in a desperate, yearning reunion. His tongue delving into your sweet mouth. Tasting you, sucking on the tip of your tongue, biting down gently on your lips. He can never get enough. Not until he’s dead and buried.
…
“Mm! Miguel!” You moan in softly fluttering whimpers. Your fingers entwined like your bodies in the sheets. Rain pelting the windows in a constant soothing noise. Thunder rolling overhead. Perfect protection and together at last. The motel alarm clock, red numbers blaring 4:32am right beside your discarded engagement ring. No need for it. No need to force yourself into a lie. Not when you know Miguel will be true to his word. And finally he won’t hide away from the promise of a good life.
His hips snapping between your quivering thighs, making you gush and squirm. Filling you up and pumping you full, your heels digging into his lower back, shaking legs wrapping around his waist. Moaning his name. Listening to his sweet soft whispers into your ear. Squeezing his hands holding yours so tight. His love and devotion. He won’t waste any more time.
*ੈ✩‧ Day three! It's gettin steamy and sloshy up in here! wc: 1k ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
The warm water laps around your arms and trembling knees, head thrown back on Miguel’s shoulder and his hand slowly sloshing around in the water between your thighs. Thick fingers massaging and caressing your core, only letting his fingers dip into the first knuckle, enough to feel the squeeze of your muscles and hear the hitch in your breath. Soft fluttering moans and his deep warm coos fill the bathroom as well as the salty sea air and the sounds of crashing waves outside the window. It’s your honeymoon. Finally away from all the craziness of your everyday lives. Just you and your new husband and you can’t keep your hands off each other. It’s not like you haven’t had sex a million times already, it’s just that being married renewed some sort of spark inside you both and now it all means more… or it feels different… but it feels so so good.
“You let me know when you’ve had too much, baby, okay?” He hums right next to your ear, brushing his lips in feather light touches to your cheek. You’ve already been going at it like bunnies ever since you reached the villa suite. This soothing morning bath was supposed to be just that. To clean yourselves of last night's activities and ease the slight ache in both your bodies from hours of newlywed love making. But neither of you can resist. It’s like you’re magnetically, positively and negatively charged, pulling to each other and unable to resist the attraction. It’s more than just love, it’s need and devotion.
“Need more, Miguel…” You sigh, a quirk in your brow and pout on your lip. His digits just aren’t enough for the ache you feel. “You need more..?” He smiles and a huff of soft laughter leaves his lips. You're insatiable and he can’t get enough. “I can give you more, love, I can give you whatever you want…” He whispers. His head lifting from your shoulder and looking up at you, his fingers running up your sensitivity and gently past your bundle of nerves as he draws his hand from your heat. The water sloshing and lapping at the sides of the enormous tub as you turn around to face him. The flower petals that Miguel sprinkled on the water earlier when you weren’t looking, mostly as a silly joke, collecting on your damp skin and decorating you so wonderfully. Now he understands. Seeing you glistening wet and covered in white and pink petals makes his mind go melty. Making his breath hitch. The sun hitting you just right as you straddle his lap. His back pressing against the porcelain and big hands coming up to your back, caressing down to your ass. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers so quietly. It’s almost too quiet to hear. But it’s all his voice will allow with how hard his heart is beating.
He leans forward, water lapping as he pulls you closer still. His lips connect with your sternum and sucking small wet kisses along your damp skin. Up to your left breast, his tongue swirling around the mound and gently biting down on the precious portion of your body. His lips glistening and wet from the bath water that's covering your skin and dribbling down, clicking wet sucking sounds accompanying the feeling of bliss. Along with his wet tongue gliding along your perked nipple, his plush lips pursing around to suck. “Ohh- Miguel…” You sigh so quietly, a shiver running down your spine just watching him do this. Feeling it happen. And he moves with the same attention to your right breast until your tits are tinted slightly with a blush after his loving attacks.
“My wife…” He whispers, looking up in your eyes and making you smile. His hands running up your back to your shoulders. Utter affection in his expression.
…
“Miguel!” You gasp, reaching for his hand and squeezing it hard, pulling it against your chest. Drips, drops, dribbles of water running down the sides of the bathtub and the water lapping the edges. Full of him, full to the brim and tingling. His cock bullying it’s way inside, deep and warm and all for you. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s trying so hard to hold out. But the water and the squeeze of your warm pussy, his view from under you, watching your head throw back. The tips of your hair dipping into the water and sticking to your back. He can’t look, dipping his face into your chest to hold it together. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you come. If he doesn’t bring you there. But you make it so hard not to burst inside on the first pump.
“Baby! Babe- babe…” Your voice high and squeaky and at the same time quiet and intimate. Only for him to hear, only for Miguel to know. “Oh come on baby, please…” He whispers into your skin, on the edge and begging for that release. Wanting to watch you go.
His arms anchor around your back, adjusting his hips and pulling you down on him a bit harder and faster. Plunging all the way deep, hitting some magical spot inside you that has you cry out his name.
“Yeah, right there?” He grins, doing it again, pulling you down and pushing his hips up at the same time. And once he finds the spot again, he just keeps hitting it over and over. Water splashing and pouring over the edges. Onto the blue and green glass tiled floor, soaking into the bathmat, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard you might just break the skin.
That familiar ache and melt concocting in your gut, right in the pit of your stomach. Blooming and burning down your thighs, originating in your heat, right at your core. Miguel finally allowing himself to succumb when feeling the spasms of your orgasm around him. A wave of satisfaction and victory when his name spills from your lips again and again just like the water and petals dribbling over the edges and flooding the floor.
PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin
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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.
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CHAPTER SIX:
Kento’s bathroom was nice, and it was also nice the last time you sat on the edge of his bathtub, hungover.
You stared at the drying white patch on the bottom of your dress and fought the urge to break out into uncontrollable laughter.
It was hilarious, it shouldn’t have been, but it was. This whole situation was starting to dawn on you; Kento Nanami, no matter how tall and how stoic and sneakily flirty he was, was a virgin—a virgin who was trusting you to be the calm and collected one. Running to the bathroom after having him release on you isn’t painting the image of a calm and collected person.
Opting for a calmer approach, you changed out of your dress first and threw on his shirt. It was black and oversized, with the words “Metallica” written in big white letters.
Metallica? He didn’t seem like the type.
When you opened your door, you were half surprised not to see Kento standing at your door waiting to usher you back into the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen. Walking down the dimly lit hallway and back into the living room, it was empty, with no sign of the blonde anywhere. You made sure to step over the rug and look over the couch to see Kento setting up the dinner table.
Candles lit and food already set down, Kento walked around the table, fussing over every last detail. It was cute to watch from a distance. You approached slowly and quietly, stopping once you were close enough to watch but far enough not to be detected. He hummed along to some jazz song that played in the background.
“Can I sit down, or should I keep watching you shift the cutlery to the right and then the left again?” You smiled at him, stepping into the warm yellowish candlelight. Its soft scent hugged your body and filled your nose.
“I don’t know…” Kento looked up at you, “I quite like my view right now. Maybe I’ll make you stand here for the rest of the night as I eat.”
“You wouldn’t be so cruel, Mr. Nanami.”
“I just might.”
Kento took your hand and led you to your spot. You were across from each other at the ends of the table.
“So Metallica?”
“Don’t seem like the type, do I?”
“Not in the slightest.” You laughed.
“Was very antisocial in high school.”
“More so than now?” Kento nodded before continuing,
“It was comical how bad it was. Anyways, my lack of want to socialize, along with wired earphones and a lock on my door, I found solace in music, loud, loud music.
Long story short, he was a big emo kid who swore that his life was not just a phase.”
“Awe. I was a big Orchestra nerd, Cello first chair, Always.”
“Of course you were.”
“I look like an Orchestra kid?”
“No, you look like the type to be perfect at everything.”
“You flatter me, Mr. Nanami.”
“Don’t let it go to your pretty head.”
“You think I am pretty?” you asked, taking another bite of the food, holding back the urge to moan at the taste.
Nanami didn’t answer immediately, taking a slow sip at his wine as he held your stare.
“You have no idea what I think about you.” You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to; it was like he dared you to break it first to give in. Kento was pulling you in each direction. Did he want you to take the lead, or did he want you to give in? Something in his eyes, a glimmer of defiance.
Take the lead, it is.
“Eat your food, Kento.” You said, a small smile painted on your face as it was your turn to take a long swig at your drink. The red wine slipped down your throat and warmed your stomach.
“I think you should do the same, Y/N. I can’t have you drinking on an empty stomach.” You laughed under your breath, taking a bite out of your food, watching as he followed along, only eating when you did.
Soon, nothing was on your plate and an almost empty wine cup.
“Come to the couch and bring the bottle with you, Kento.” Standing up, you didn’t wait to see if he had followed your order; you heard the quiet sound of his steps tracking behind you.
Sitting across from you, Nanami Kento looked on, a proud man.
“What do you want from me, Mr. Nanami?” Fear tightened its grip on your heart, uncertainty casting a shadow over your thoughts. You were both grown adults; there was no need to beat around the bush. Casual relationships were a familiar territory for you, but they always left someone hurt. Was Kento looking to be serious, or were you just a pawn in his game of manhood? A person must satisfy his desires and boast about them to Satoru. No matter how much you wanted to belive he wasn’t like that, he could be that type.
“I am a virgin.”
“As we have previously established.”
“I like you, but I am a virgin.” He took a deep breath before continuing. His eyes not on you fully. “I want to please you. I want to give you what others also could. But I— I don’t know how.”
“Kento… We don’t have to jump straight into the sex. It can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. I want you to teach me.”
“Teach you?”
“Yes. So tell me what you want, and teach me how to do it. I’ll be good for you; I’ll be so so good if you give me time to learn.”
“You want me to teach you?”
His head nodded rapidly as he inched closer to you, and now on your thigh, ghosting over your damp-clothed cunt.
“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath.
“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” His head fell into your neck, panting as his hand pressed against your pussy.
You shook your heads at his words. You did want him to fuck you, but your head became less and less there as his fingers rubbed you over your panties.
“No? you don’t want me to fuck you?” He was teasing you. Mocking you.
“Kento.” You warned him as you pressed yourself into his hand more.
“Y/N.” He mirrored.
“I want you to make me cum.”
“Teach me.” He whispered against your skin. Hands tugging at your panties until they ripped. He discarded the wet fabric on his rug and kept his attention on you. More so, your aching cunt. With one thick finger now inside you, you writhed against him.
“Tell me what to do, Y/N.” He demanded.
“Pump in and out.” He nodded, watching your face as you let yourself be taken by the pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Kento. More. More Please More now.” You grasped his hair, tugging it back slightly as you moved your hips in time with his digit.
“Another one?”
“Yes, God Y-Yes.”
With another finger in you now, your whines and moans became more consistent as he forced them out of you.
“Curl your fingers up. Kento.”
He didn’t even verbally respond. He was too busy moaning at you, moaning as if your pleasure was just as much his as it was yours.
His head was already nuzzled in your neck. He took a long stripe at your jugular as his fingers made a come here motion inside you.
You were a mess, moaning and panting. It was like he was pulling pleasure from you on a string. His breath felt hot against you, and in between the groans of pleasure he received, grinding into your words so high pitched, so whiney they couldn’t have possibly been from him. But they were.
“Teach me.” A bite to your neck and a groan followed. You could barely breathe, let alone process his words to you.
“I am teaching you.” You slurred through a honeyed tongue.
“Teach me”, He repeated, licking over his previous bite. “Please, Y/N. Show me how to make you cum,”
“Y-You, are already doing– Fuck!” It was too much; you tried, but the words failed you. Your sentences became nothing but incoherent babbles,
“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum,” Kento removed his fingers, taking them to his mouth, “So Teach me, Y/N.”
He raised your hips until your legs sat over his shoulders and mouth hovering outside of your wet entrance. He took a greedy stripe at your cunt; slowly, with so much pressure, a broken sob escaped you. It was a single lick, and he pulled away immediately, not before moaning at your taste.
“Please,” he begged over and over as he continued to force your hips against him.
“Teach me.” He licked again. This time, no moan left you. Despite your mouth being wide open in the shape of an “O”, You didn’t make a single sound. Your body convulsed, and you came all over his chin.
“Teach me,” Kento demanded one last time. And you nodded mindlessly along to his words, and Kento had cum again, just from the sight of you.
