the taste of salt [part 3 of 3]
Miguel x female reader
Summary: Miguel want's you to be part of the spicer society. He's even inviting you for dinner to convince you.
Tags: romantic, smut
Warnings: foodplay (i guess),my first smut, semi public sex, not beta read
The smut has arrived!
Night lights passed you by, the breeze cooling your cheeks, drying the tears in the corners of your eyes. You heard the echo of his voice before you stretched a web and maneuvered yourself back into the air.
Your name.
He had never called you by your name before.
Oh, swinging through the air felt so good. Something you always did to clear the fog in your mind. But today it wasn’t your city, not even your dimension. Yet so strangely familiar, as if you had visited it in your dreams.
Or fantasies.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a sinister red glow, the rest of his features obscured by the cloak of night. He wasn’t lying, he actually was able to jump into his suit with the push of a button. An unfair advantage, since you didn’t wear yours.
And was he gliding through the air like a bat, spinning his webs like a cape? You didn’t even know he could do that.
But he was not the only one in his element. Nueva York's vastness appealed to you, giving you the opportunity to perform extended jumps, spinning in the air and using the momentum to catapult yourself further and further forward. Your webs were long and flexible, allowing you to swing and spin with ease. And although your movements looked effortless, they required perfect timing and control.
Warm summer air left a sonorous shiver in your ears, soft and steady, a soundless melody. It only existed in your head.
As you turned in the air, your eyes caught each other. He was wearing the suit without the mask, and his eyes were on fire. The distance between you narrowed rapidly, although you did your best to maintain it. Still, he was faster than you.
And you knew that very well.
Still, your little game went on for a while as you swung through the area. Lights merged into a swirl of colors, reminding you of the portals you had used to travel between the worlds.
Despite his massive build, he was graceful and light on his feet, moving with powerful grace. You couldn’t help but look at him, enjoying his skillful stunts. Your movements flowed into each other, creating a symphony that harmonized yet contradicted itself. At times, you were on par before he fell behind you, only to catch up shortly after. Sometimes you dodged him, sometimes you let him touch you. Just briefly, but long enough to feel the desire between you.
Finally, as a wave of courage overcame you, you maneuvered around him in a fluid, spiraling motion, intertwining your webs. So close that the tips of your noses touched. Your lips fluttered briefly over his and his eyes closed promisingly.
But the kiss never came. You used the moment to swing around the corner of the nearest building, and sure enough, he lost sight of you, landing on one of the rooftops below with a frustrated growl.
A growl that send a sharp jolt between your legs.
»Qué descarado.«
His voice was not one of frustration but of an undercurrent of hot impatience that quickened your heartbeat. Your little chase has left you quite breathless and with a strange feeling of crave. You stuck to the wall above him, slowly beginning to climb your way up without making a noise. But tiny little pieces of the façade came loose and fell to the ground, a tinkling sound softer than raindrops, but enough to immediately draw his attention to you. »Hey!«
»Shoot!« A nervous laughter made its way out of your chest as you used your webs to speed up your ascent. The scrape of sharp claws digging into the masonry below you.
Damn.
His claws.
You hadn’t thought about his claws.
»You’re fun, you know that?« His voice low and sultry, and his restraint clearly at its end. Where he had been almost cautious before, he now came at you with bestial force, and for a brief moment, the tickling sensation of fear ate through your anticipation. Miguel's powers were fierce, making you glad you weren’t his enemy.
Glad about it being just a game.
Nevertheless, you still tried to escape, but your webs thinned out with every shot until they failed completely. You had to climb the last few meters barehanded, and once you reached the top, you found yourself at a dead end. Not a very wide building, more like a vantage point high above the city. Without any more webs, there was nowhere left to go. Climbing down wasn’t an option either, as he had the advantage of speed and would easily catch you.
So you just ... stayed where you were, letting him win. This time.
It only took him a few seconds to arrive at the top, but he took his sweet time getting up and turning to you.
»Got you.«
Without saying a word, you stared at him, wiping the sweat from your brow. He, on the other hand, didn’t even seem out of breath, but his eyes sparkled. He wouldn’t let you escape again.
Like that's what you wanted.
Suddenly, you felt a surge of emotions that you didn’t quite understand. Was it desire? Love? You couldn’t tell but whatever it was, it left you with a strange sense of longing.
»... Got me.«
Without a warning, you threw yourself at him, laughing, while wrapping your arms around his sinfully narrow waist. The sudden impact knocked the air from his lungs, and the world spun as you fell headfirst into the depths.
His hands grabbed your shoulders as your lips finally met, but only for two seconds before you jerked to a halt again. His claws had dug into the wall, stopping your fall. The momentum sent you crashing into the building and he followed suit, pressing himself against you.
Your teeth clashed as he kissed you without restraint now, tasting of butter, wine and greed. You clung to his arms, just like in your fantasies, bringing yourself to ecstasy just thinking about that.
The faint taste of blood flooded your mouths as your tongue stroked one of his fangs. »Shh, careful.« He broke away from you, unable to hold back a deep moan. His forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes.
»May I touch you?«
Oh wow, his voice was dripping with need. Feverishly, his tongue ran down your neck, catching your sweat. Your fingers clawed into his hair, pulling at it. »I won’t until you let me.«
»Fuck.« You couldn't bring yourself to say more, so you grabbed his free hand and eagerly guided it to your body, no less needy than he was. He responded immediately by sliding his hips underneath you, allowing your legs to wrap around him. His large hands slipped under your top, stroking your velvety skin.
You couldn't stop yourself from rubbing against one of his muscular thighs, thirsty for sweet friction. He didn't miss it, of course. Invitingly, he pressed his knee more firmly between your thighs as his hand cupped your breast. »Your sweet little sigh earlier at dinner -« his hot, moist breath caressed your ear. »I want to hear it again.«
You felt how his words soaked your underwear. You couldn't believe this was happening. Only he could manage to turn you into a mess with just by using simple words, but before you could savor it any further, he broke away from you again.
»What-«
Without answering, he grabbed you by the waist, threwing you over his shoulder without any effort. »Let's take this somewhere else.« His voice made you shudder.
He began his descent, his grip on you strong and secure. You didn’t resist, even though you were pretty capable of climbing down on your own. But you liked the way he could just carry you around like a toy.
»Look where we are again.«
Your journey had taken you back to the outdoor area of the restaurant. You giggled in surprise as he released you from his grip. Miguel had removed his shirt before chasing after you, and now it was waiting for him, neatly folded on one of the benches. This place took customer service very seriously. Even your dessert was still there, albeit a little sunken now. You licked your lips. What a shame to let it go to waste, wasn't it?
You turned to him, a playful smile on your lips. »You wouldn't mind if I finished my dessert now, would you?« Of course you would hurry, you didn't want to keep him waiting too long.
»Whatever you like, Cielo.«
He followed you to the table without breaking physical contact, standing close behind you. You took the plate in one hand, but before you could reach for the fork, he had already picked it up. »Let me help you.«
His free hand ran over the crook of your neck as he cut a neat slice of cake, bringing it to your lips. »Open.«
His voice, like salted caramel, brooked no argument.
»I can eat by myself,« you tried anyway.
»I know. You demonstrated that... perfectly.« His other hand slowly moved over your shoulder and down your arm. His lips at your ear. »I want to savor it again.«
There was no one else up here.
A shiver ran down your spine. Oh, he was really teasing you now. Not that you minded. You opened your lips willingly, allowing him to guide the fork to your mouth. His hand caressed your stomach, teasingly tugging at the waistband of your leggings. Your knees went weak, but you stood still, trying not to show it.
»Tasty?«
The cake melted in your mouth, but all you could focus on was his hand snapping your belt open with skillful ease. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A traitorous gasp coursed up your throat.
He breathed in and out deeply, inhaling your scent. »Answer enough. You want more?«
Your tongue moistened your lips before you nodded and opened your mouth again. »Yes...«
»De nada.« A second bite followed and the process repeated itself with agonizing slowness. With each successive bit, his hand moved further down to the heat between your legs, until finally, halfway through the cake, it slipped under your panties.
He gasped softly as he stroked your slippery core, spreading the dripping honey even more. Whimpering, you clung to his neck. He hummed triumphantly.
»Delicious indeed.«
His voice almost made you swoon.
»You want a taste?« You asked with playful innocence.
His index finger slowly began to circle around your little bundle of nerves. You had to clench your teeth to keep yourself from making a sound.
»Not from the cake.«
Thank God there was no one else up there.
He took the plate from your hand, setting it back on the table. Your fingers clawed into the tabletop as he pressed against you from behind, hand back underneath your top, his bulging arousal in the small of your back. »I wan’t to make you feel good, Cielo.«
»Fuck...« It was hard to resist the urge to rub yourself against him. You turned your head to seal your lips once more. He immediately reciprocated with hungry passion, tilting his head to give you both better access as your fingers found their way back into his thick hair. Gosh, you loved pulling at it, making him growl. He responded by biting your lower lip, sucking it into his hot mouth.
His fingers, however, continued to circle oh so gently around you without actually dipping in. It was both frustrating and stimulating. Impatiently, you pushed your hips forward, wordlessly granting him access, but he didn't do you this favor. On the contrary, he stopped his movement, a smug smile tangible on his lips.
»Fuck! Miguel -«
Your voice broke in sweet despair, but you didn’t beg. You wouldn’t.
And there was no need, because the temptation was apparently too great even for him. He seemed to be taking far too much pleasure from this, resuming his caress and eliciting a relieved sigh from you. Unfortunately, just after a few seconds, he pulled his hand back and turned you to face him. You couldn't help but whimper at the loss of contact, and he seemed to understand. »Let's get out of here.«
Oh, true. You totally forgot where you were. That you could be caught at any time. He probably had just wanted to grab his stuff from here before you decided to enjoy your dessert.
Maybe you deserved to be teased by him.
He leaned over you, put your arms around his neck, and lifted you up.
»Cielo, let me take you to my place.«
His voice so low and dark. Nodding was all you managed as an answer, but that seemed enough for him.
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You didn't make it to his apartment.
Lights from moving cars passed you by. Pink and blue flood amidst the fog, barely visible through the lowered blinds on the steamy windows. You hadn't even gone a kilometer before he turned the car into a dark, deserted alley.
Now you lay on your back on the rear-facing car seat, his head between your twitching thighs, and two of his thick, long fingers buried deep inside you.
He had removed only the bare minimum of clothes to gain access to you: Your leggings were pulled down and the corner of your lingerie pushed aside.
He was a connoisseur, and he was showing it now. Whether it was his free hand caressing every part of your body it could reach, or his arm wrapped around your waist like a vice, lovingly forcing you to endure the overstimulation over and over again, or his fingers finally intertwining with yours, silently revealing how much he loved doing all this to you. How much he loved making you feel good.
He was strong. Much stronger than you.
His gaze glowed beneath the sweaty strands of hair hanging in his face, his eyes resting long and heavy on you, inhaling every twitching facial muscle as he drank in your moans.
It wasn’t about him. Not yet.
His fingers curled and drove beads of sweat on your forehead, hitting that one spot again and again, conjuring stars behind your closed eyes. His tongue circulating around your swollen, oversensitive clit and your juices wetting his lips.
He savored your pleasure.
Because he knew that’s what you wanted. At the same time, you were sure that one single word would be enough to stop him.
But this word was not spoken. Instead, a throaty gasp as your walls tightened around him once more.
»Oh god.«
Your moans made him curse, and his voice sent you writhing, an endless circle of pleasure and delight.
But both of you were not yet fulfilled.
He let go of you to finally free you from your clothes, his hands making short work of your leggings and underwear. As he bent backward, his lips traveled along your leg, from ankle to thigh, causing you to twitch delicately. Your giggles turned into a gasp when he wrapped his lips around your folds again, soaking up your scent and flavor. You squeezed your thighs reflexively, and one of your hands moved back into his hair, pressing his head even closer to you. Oh, you wanted his tongue to fill you completely, and he was more than happy to oblige.
You could hear his stifled groan as you trapped him between your legs.
It was too much and not enough at the same time.
»Mi ambrosía dulce«, he emerged again, his tongue making its way over your belly to your nipple while freeing you from your top, before he finally arrived at your lips. »I could do this all night.«
Your tongues entwined like your webs before, and he gave you a taste of your own salt.
Addictive.
Your hands tugged impatiently at his clothes. How unfair to be the only one naked. You wanted to taste the steam of his skin, to combine his heat with yours. He didn’t resist and pulled you onto his lap once you had undressed him completely, wrapping his arms around you again. He had made his suit disappear on its own.
»You’re gorgeous.«
His breath touched your ear, and you shivered, unable to deny how much his words affected you. Your hand wandered from his rock-hard, muscular chest over his happy trail until it finally brushed his immense arousal. He was so big that your fingers barely managed to wrap around him.
He hummed as he felt your touch, your fingers encircling him, and your thumb spreading hot precum over his sensitive tip.
»Oh yes, that’s it...« His rough voice filled with deep desire. It sent a shock all the way into your toes.
You wanted to get back at him.
For all the nice things he had done to you.
Without a warning, you leaned down, swirling your tongue around his tip, catching his aroma. You heard him hiss, clearly surprised, and felt his big hands digging into your hair.
»Fuck!«
Your hand slid up and down, wet with his lust and your saliva, while your lips wrapped around him. He was far too big for you to take him in completely, and yet you tried your best.
»Hey, fuck - slow down, slow down...« His voice sounded like he wanted quite the opposite, but he didn’t move, letting you set the pace. As a reward, you moaned around his cock, and the vibration made him tremble. How erotic to hear him like that. The desperate sound of his usually calm voice sent hot waves down the center of your body. God, how you wished you could see his face right now.
It only spurred you on even more.
But just as you finally managed to take him deeper, he stopped you. His hands grabbed your face as he slowly released you and pulled you towards him, licking the thick saliva from your chin and lips.
The sudden interruption made you gasp in frustration, but he didn’t give you much time for disappointment. His hand cupped your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he positioned himself so you could sit on his lap again, the pulse of his length between your legs.
His car was as big as your bedroom.
»Fuck, I-,« was all you were able to say, your head too clouded with lust. You looked deep into his red glimmering eyes, almost pleadingly. No words were needed to express your wish as you rolled your hips against him, that tender friction sweeter than the finest dessert.
His fingers brushed your cheek. »You sure?«
»Gosh, of course!«
The despair in your voice surely was music to his ears. Another teasing laugh from the depths of his chest. He kissed you tenderly, his hand still on your cheek. »Don’t worry,« he said now, while he moistened his fingers with a lot of saliva, inserting them to stretch you once more. Not that it was necessary, since you were still so wet for him. »You set the rhythm.«
Warmth flooded your chest. It was almost cheesy how much consideration he showed for you. Still, you were nervous about his size, and he sensed your concern, his hands stroking up and down your shoulders in a reassuring way.
It took you a few more breaths before you felt ready to lower yourself onto him. To your astonishment, he glided into you without much effort, making you gasp in delight. His long preparation worked so well that you literally sucked him in.
He grabbed the back of your neck, no less surprised, his chest vibrating with a deep rumble. Your own moan was unrestrained and almost obscene, but neither of you cared. You clutched his shoulders, waiting for a pain that didn’t come. There was only the delicious stretch as he slowly filled you, your walls so tight around him that you could feel every single vein of his.
He cursed in Spanish, softly and unintelligibly, before kissing you again, so hard your teeth clashed. »Fuck.« Hearing Miguel gasp your name made you clench around him. He couldn’t help but move, slowly, his body shaking with restraint.
Too slow.
You didn’t want him to hold back.
»Harder-« Your voice already hoarse, fingers tangled in his sweaty hair. You wanted him to lose control, to see him in ecstasy, to hear his senses leaving him until only one thought was left: You.
He said you would set the rhythm, so you picked it up. He quickly understood and adjusted to it. And it didn’t take long to make him snap. To grab your hips and thrust into you without restraint. Instinctively, you lifted your hip to grant him more access, and your lips once again sealed in a sloppy kiss, spreading saliva all over your chins.
Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, your nails deep in his shoulders as you moaned his name while he wildly and uninhibitedly took all of you. His movements send ripples through your whole body, foaming back into your core. It was almost too much.
But never enough.
The air in the car was filled with the moist sounds of your wet, hot bodies colliding, frantic breaths and harsh moans, and the tangy aroma of butter and sweat.
»You don’t know-« his frantic voice caressed your ear, husky and full of passion, »-how many times I fantasized about you.«
How shamelessly honest he became in the grip of intoxication.
But you felt the same. »Me too, me too, fuck, I wanted this so fucking much-« Cleary, you were a mess, but you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling the truth so excessively. You didn’t care how embarrassing you might sounded.
A strangled, excited laugh escaped his throat, and he grabbed your chin, pushing his tongue between your lips. You felt him swell inside you even more, filling you with a tingling heat that radiated all the way to your curling toes.
Even your wildest bedroom fantasies couldn’t keep up with reality. If you had known where this was going, you would have surrendered to him much, much sooner.
Your voice, full of pleasure, spurred him on even more. He pushed you onto your back, supporting himself with one arm next to your head, while his other hand found its way back to your bundle of nerves. And, wow, in addition, his cock hit that one very special spot deep inside you, leaving you almost in tears. This angle was something else. Your teeth dug into the crook of his neck while his thumb caressed that sensitive spot again, and you couldn't hold on any longer. He smothered your scream with his lips as the climax swept over you like a storm, rushing through your body and leaving you shivering. You took him with you. For a brief moment, his thrusts became uncontrolled, his hips wildly slamming against yours, before he spilled into you with a few long, hard movements. You felt him twitching deep inside, his hot seed filling you - and the screech of leather beneath. He had lost control over his claws, which were now tearing through the seat of the car, but when his hands found your face and cupped your cheeks, they were already gone again.
Only your ragged breaths interrupted the silence. You just looked at him, savoring the moment.
»... Is everything okay, Cielo?«
Slightly aching, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled his entire weight onto you. Now that you were slowly coming down from your high, you longed for his warmth. He came towards you willingly, joining your lips gently while he was still inside you. Your walls still clenched now and then, causing him to sigh softly. But eventually he slowly withdrew from you, leaving you with a sad feeling of emptiness.
Neither of you said anything. You’d already spilled too much anyway, but you didn’t regret it.
He bent to the side, fumbling for something, until he sat up again, a bottle of water in his hand. It was only then that you noticed how dry your mouth was. He opened the cap and handed it to you. You drank greedily in large gulps, but saved half of it for him, which he downed immediately.
Reality slowly seeped back into your consciousness. Cars roared past you. Colored lights flickered through the misty car windows. Shivering, you slipped into your top and leggings while he squeezed himself back into his clothes as well.
»... What now?« You broke the silence.
A sigh. He pondered for a moment, seemingly unsure what to make of the situation. »I can take you home.«
Wow, he didn’t even look at you. Disappointment coursed through your veins.
Did you want to go home?
His words from earlier came back to you. How he'd said that he wouldn’t lose interest in you. That he was drawn to you, and yet you were suddenly insecure again. Perhaps you had expected something other than to be sent home after this sensual encounter.
You didn’t want to go home.
But you nodded anyway, admitting defeat.
»Or ...«, suddenly his hand clasped yours. »You stay at my place.« A kiss on your palm and those cute little wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. »Which I'd prefer a lot more.«
Hopefully, your relief wasn't obvious when you nodded in agreement. »I had the same idea. No lectures tomorrow, so I've got a day off.«
He climbed back into the driver's side of the car and pushed a button to return your seat to its original position. You almost felt a little guilty as you took a quick look at the ruined leather. Almost.
»Good for you, but Anomalies never sleep. So I'll be busy.« He started the car, steering it back onto the road. »You could give me a hand, though.«
Oh right, the elephant in the room. Nervously, you scratched your temple.
»You still want me to join the Spider Society, don't you?«
»Correct.« A nod, almost business-like now. Kinda cute. When you didn't answer, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. »...So?«
You didn't have to think too long. Your answer couldn't have been clearer.
»Hell, no.«
He grinned. »As expected.«
»Are you upset?«
»No.« He took one hand off the wheel and intertwined your fingers again. »Rather motivated to show you many more restaurants.«
A wink, almost mocking.
»And other cars.«
You bit your lip, your lower body tightening in anticipation.
»... Can't wait.«
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Thank you so much for reading! I wanna write more Miguel stuff. If you liked my story, feel free to send a promt via ask!
