Description: Din takes on a job after going a little stir crazy. It ends unexpectedly.
WC: 3k
Warnings: Unprotected piv, oral (m receiving), reader is implied to be curvy and have long hair, mentions of alcohol
AN: My very first Mandalorian fanfic despite loving him for 290819 years! Honestly writing Star Wars stuff scares the SHIT out of me bc I don't know the universe well, so if something is wrong please just enjoy it as it is. ALSO I love the Razor Crest with all my heart so in my mind, he never lost her. OK ENJOY!
Din didn’t even need the credits. He loved Grogu with all his heart, but the kid had been driving him a little crazy lately, or maybe it was being cooped up in his new home on Navarro. He had been ignoring the work opportunity notifications for months, but he decided a few days ago to take on a job as hired security for some party on Corusant with the well-to-do people of the sector.
That’s how he found himself standing still as a statue 20 feet from the banquet table. Dinner had concluded hours ago, and now the socially lubricated guests were gathered in small groups across the enormous room quipping and laughing together.
This kind of work used to bore him to no end. He would’ve rather faced 10 armed guards than try to tune out the boring, flippant conversations of the wealthy and privileged. There were times when they chose to try to make a spectacle of him, whether it was making snide remarks on his religion or going so far as reaching to remove his helmet. Those jobs usually didn’t end in getting paid.
He reminisced on his wilder jobs. It was easy for his mind to wander here; there were more than enough bodies to guard the large home, and Corusant was frankly a little boring these days as far as crime was concerned. A human woman in an elegant dress began walking in his direction. Thinking she was making her way toward the lavatory, he paid her no mind.
To his surprise, you walked right up to him with a soft smile and a drink in your hand. Your hair was in a complicated looking bun on top of your head, your makeup was pristine, and your cocktail dress hugged your curves in all of the right places. He had seen you working the room all night.
“Good evening, Mandalorian.”
“Good evening.”
“I apologize for interrupting while you’re on duty, but I came over to express my gratitude to you. I’m sure you don’t remember, but you saved my life some years ago, and I never had the opportunity to thank you for it.”
Din pondered the words for a moment. He had been to all corners of the galaxy; there was a very real possibility that you were telling the truth. “You’re welcome.”
“I seem to remember a small…creature that accompanied you on your journey. Are things well?”
The corner of Din’s mouth turned up in a smile. “He is well, yes. Safe back home as of right now.”
You grinned. “Excellent news! He managed to steal my pastry in the short time that we crossed paths, and I couldn’t even be mad at him since he was so cute.”
A soft laugh escaped him. Suddenly, the image of a young woman aboard an overtaken ship flashed across his vision. “...Sweet rolls.”
You raised your brows, impressed at his memory. “Ah…you do remember.”
You opened your mouth to make another comment, but your friend Damien came up behind you and grabbed your elbow.
“Mandalorian!” Damien said dramatically.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, already knowing that Damien had consumed a few too many cocktails.
“My friend wants to ask you out.” Damien smiled and squeezed your shoulders from behind.
“I do not!” You interjected. Heat rushed to your face as embarrassment filled your belly like lead.
“Ignore her.” Damien waved a hand at you dismissively and leaned closer to Din. “Frankly, I want her to ask you out. She hasn’t been on a date in YEARS! It’s a crisis if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Damien!” You chastised.
He carried on, oblivious to your objections. “I’ve heard that Mandalorians are some of the best lovers in the galaxy! Is it true?”
Din shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Damien gave you a wicked grin. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
Suddenly, you were face to face with a man whom you had just been utterly embarrassed in front of. “I’m so sorry about him. He may have indulged a little too much tonight.”
Din shook his head and shrugged. “How long has he been doing that?”
You tilted your head at his question. “Humiliating me?”
You swore you heard a chuckle from beneath the helmet. “Interfering.”
“That’s an interesting word for it…he’s been doing that for years. He thinks he’s helping.”
“He seems persistent.”
“He is, despite my many protests.”
“Has it ever worked?”
“Not once. Um…anyway, what I was going to ask before we were rudely interrupted…I was curious if you still have the Razor Crest?”
“I do. She’s been through a lot, but she’s still flying.”
You smiled. “I have a bit of a soft spot for them. It’s nice to know that she’s still in fighting shape.”
A moment of silence passed between you. “I landed on the roof.”
You blinked at his comment, unsure if it was an observation or an invitation. You were met with another stretch of silence. You were about to bid him a good night and return to the party, but he cleared his throat.
“If you’d like…I can show you.”
You smiled. “If it’s not too much of an inconvenience, I would love to.”
“I’m obligated to stay here for a while longer, but I’d be happy to take you up when I'm relieved of duty.”
“Oh, I don’t think that will be an issue. I’m the one who hired security in the first place. Would you hold this?” You handed him your drink and began fidgeting with your watch.
A few moments later, Din received a communication that his work was concluded for the evening.
“You’re the client.” He said matter-of-factly as he gave you your drink back.
“I was beginning to think you’d never figure it out.” You teased.
“Shall we?” You gestured toward the elevator.
In a few short moments, you were standing on the windy roof watching warm light spill onto the ramp of the Razor Crest. You had your hand clamped over your elaborate hairstyle, but you knew it was a lost cause. No amount of hairspray or pins were enough to keep the winds of your planet from giving everyone a bad hair day.
He began walking up the ramp, and you scampered behind. It closed with a hiss behind you. You took a slow look around, smiling as your eyes wandered over the familiar silhouette of the cockpit and the large collection of tools that were organized against the wall.
“Wow…” you whispered. “This is one of the most well maintained ones I’ve ever seen.”
You began to wander. You could feel his masked gaze on you, but he didn’t seem to mind your curiosity.
You walked past a wall of tools and armor with mirror finishes. In the reflection, you saw how badly your hair was messed up. The intricate hairstyle was sitting lopsided on your head. You sighed softly in frustration.
“Wow, thanks for telling me how silly my hair looks.” You said sarcastically as you began to take it down.
“Was I…supposed to say something?” He asked.
You continued fishing pins from your head, using the makeshift mirror as your guide. “Actually…no.”
You carried on for another few minutes, sure that you had finally retrieved every last accessory. Your hair cascaded messily around your shoulders. “Finally!”
“You missed a few.” He said quietly.
Your fingers searched, but you came up short. “Where?”
“Near the nape of your neck.”
You tried again to no avail. You looked at him and shook your head. He came closer to you, and you soon found yourself standing inches in front of the Mandalorian. You could feel the warmth coming off of him in waves.
“May I?” He asked as he reached toward your hair.
“Please! I’m never doing this to myself ever again.” You dipped your chin to give him easier access.
In the reflection of the mirrored wall, you watched his gloved hands hover just above your hair before he drew them back. He carefully slid off each glove and laid them on a nearby crate.
You were laser focused on his hands. You weren’t sure what you expected, but the sight of his bare skin made you realize that there was a man beneath all of that armor. A man whose steady hands were slowly and delicately gliding along your scalp to assist you in something he had no obligation to do.
“...There.” His voice was quiet through the vocoder. You felt a touch of disappointment as his hands returned to his sides.
You smiled at him in the reflection. “You’re sure they’re all gone now?”
He nodded slowly. To your surprise, his warm fingers returned to the back of your head before gliding over your shoulder. A chill went down your spine.
You turned to face him. You searched the inky blackness of his visor, and you could tell that the energy in the room had shifted.
You looked down and reached for one of his calloused hands. He slid it into yours, and you carefully brought it up to your mouth, brushing his knuckles with your lips. You pulled it away and waited.
He moved closer to you. The cool beskar of his armor was nearly brushing your abdomen. He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. You wanted nothing more than to see his face and kiss him tenderly, but you had heard the stories of Mandalorians and would do no such thing unless instructed.
It felt as though he was studying you through the helmet. You held the dark gaze of his visor. The silence stretched between you, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.
“Is this what you want?” There was a tentativeness in his voice.
“...Yes. Is this what you want?” You asked quietly.
“Yes.”
You smiled at the quickness of his response. “Your ship, your rules. Tell me what’s off limits.”
“The helmet stays on.”
You nodded. “Understood. Anything else?”
He thought for a second. “We’ll figure the rest out as we go. Anything I should know?”
“Only that I haven’t done this in awhile. And I have the implant and a recent clean bill of health.”
“So do I.”
A beat of silence passed between you two. You splayed a hand on his breastplate.
He read your cue and began methodically removing his armor. You watched as he skillfully unclasped every piece one by one.
He stood before you in plain black clothing. You closed the distance and ran your hands down his clothed torso before snaking your hands beneath the fabric. His skin was warm. You felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten under your touch. You grazed your nails along his stomach, and you felt his breathing hitch.
He reached behind you and unzipped your dress. The fabric fell to the floor in one fell swoop. You stepped out of your heels, and you were suddenly dwarfed by the man in front of you.
One his hands settled at your hip while the other reached up to cup your face. You closed your eyes as he softly traced your features. The pad of his thumb was flat against your plump lips, and you opened your eyes again when you felt it gently tug at your bottom lip. You obliged and opened your mouth as he pulled his hand away.
You became aware of the hardness of him pressing against you. You dropped to your knees and looked at him expectantly. He gingerly pulled down the soft black fabric and his cock sprang free.
You blinked at him for a moment. He was much larger than you were anticipating. You reached up and wrapped your hand around him, giving it a gentle squeeze.
You smiled as a gasp broke through the vocoder. You began to drip with arousal.
“Do you like that?” You asked coyly as you began to move your hand up and down the shaft. You moved closer and brought him into your mouth.
Satisfaction filled you as he tipped his head toward the ceiling of the ship. You began bobbing your head up and down, using your hand to make sure every inch received the proper attention. His hands soon found themselves entangled in your hair. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, so you began to take him deeper.
Tears welled in your eyes, but the moans and noises that he was making were irresistible. Your hands were placed firmly on the back of his muscular thighs, and you opened up your throat enough to engulf him in your mouth completely.
“Cyare, I’m going to…” He panted.
You continued to move back and forth. You felt his muscles tensing beneath your touch, and you decided to pick up the pace. He huffed out a breath, and soon warm, salty liquid filled your mouth. You licked it clean and smiled up at him as his chest heaved. The sight sent another wave of arousal through you, and you knew you were a dripping mess between your thighs.
Din reached down and pulled you to your feet and pressed your back against the wall. He reached down and slid your panties down your legs. The juxtaposition of you being entirely naked while he was covered from head to toe sent a chill down your spine. He had even managed to tuck himself back into his pants, but you weren’t sure when. You were caged in by his enormous arms, and you watched his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths.
“Now what?” You smirked. In the short time you had known the Mandalorian, you always thought of him as competent and decisive. Now, it seemed like his mind was blank. You enjoyed knowing it was your actions that made him that way.
He finally caught his breath. “Come with me.”
He placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you further into the ship. A sealed door opened with a woosh, revealing a small bed with few blankets and even fewer pillows.
You crawled inside on your hands and knees and looked over your shoulder to see him removing his boots before climbing in after you. It suddenly occurred to you what kind of position you were in, but he seemingly figured it out long before you did. His hands squeezed the soft plush of your hips. The door closed behind you, plunging you into darkness.
You were certain he could see you through his visor, but you chose to keep that thought to yourself. A playful swat made you yelp out in surprise.
“What are you waiting for?” You teased.
Fingers slid along your sex before slowly sliding inside of you. You moaned softly and leaned into his touch.
“Someone’s in a rush.” He tsked as he thrusted his soaked digits in and out of you.
“Says the man who already came.” You choked out.
“Relax, I promise I’ll repay the favor.”
You felt his fingers withdraw from you. A few moments later, you felt the thick head of his member poking at your entrance. He slowly slid inside. His hands gripped your hips like a vice, and your eyes began to roll in the back of your head as he filled you.
All of the silly things you worried about on a day to day basis vanished as he thrusted in and out of your tight pussy. You could only focus on the blinding pleasure of being bedded by a hot, capable man.
Your moans grew louder, and you gripped the threadbare blanket with all your might.
“Harder!” You begged. He took your instruction, picking up the pace of his thrusts and angling his hips to go deeper.
You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm ripped through you. Every muscle in your body became limp, but the Mandalorian held you steadfastly. He guided you down to the mattress. You rolled onto your back, only able to make out a faint shadow of him in the dark.
“I can tell you’re grinning under there,” you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.
“No you can’t.”
You dropped your head onto the mattress and laughed.
He pulled your legs up so they were on either side of his head and bent you in half. He lined himself up again and slid back inside of you.
You could feel him in your fucking diaphragm. He contorted your body in ways you didn’t even know were possible, but every thrust of his hips made you see stars. You could feel a second orgasm building.
“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” he panted.
You babbled out a response, desperately inching closer and closer to your peak. The pleasure was overwhelming as it crashed over you. Your chest heaved beneath him as he chased his own orgasm.
A few moments later, his pace faltered and stuttered. Warmth bloomed inside of you, and he finally slowed to a stop.
He dipped his head and pressed the cool metal of the helmet to your forehead. You closed your eyes and pressed closer to him. He gently pulled back from you, withdrawing from your body. Sticky wetness dribbled out of you, and you almost thought he was watching as it did.
You sat up. The door reopened, bathing you both in the light of the main bay of the ship.
He stepped out and reached a hand toward you to help you to your feet.
just realized I never put this here. miguel no longer being able to connect to the human experience vs. children of immigrants feeling like they don't belong to either side. everyone rejecting you so you carve out your own space. there's another layer added to this when you remember he's also mixed. like there's no way this was intentional but it just feels like too much to ignore
You were much closer to Miguel than you realized. You had scooted all the way over to the other side of the bed where he was standing during your inspection of his clawed fingers. He almost looked…scared. You held his gaze, unsure where the moment would take you next. Finally, he sighed.
“There’s more. I don’t just have mutations. I’m…I’m Spiderman.”
A small gasp escaped your lips.
“I didn’t tell you because I really didn’t know how. I didn’t want to frighten you, and I never want to put you in danger. It’s not exactly a safe line of work.”
You nodded slowly, putting the pieces together. Finally, the last several weeks came together like a jigsaw puzzle. You scooted a little closer and sat on the end of the bed and patted the space next to you. Miguel obliged, and soon you two were sitting inches apart.
“You’re still Miguel, aren’t you?”
He titled his head at your question.
“As in…you’re still the same person who teases Charlie, who brought me a manual on old cookware…who offered me a place to stay during a blizzard.”
You thought back to all of the small things that you had observed. “Now, some things make a little more sense, but...you’re still you, right?”
You could’ve sworn that he was blushing. You smiled and reached down to grab his hand. It was warm, and his fingers were calloused. You stared at your intertwined fingers for a long moment.
You felt him exhale, almost like he had been holding his breath for weeks. You met his gaze. He slowly reached up to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch. You closed your eyes and leaned forward.
The kiss was gentle at first. To your surprise, Miguel deepened it. You followed his lead and inched closer to him. His hand dropped from your cheek to your waist, and he pulled you closer still. You placed wet kisses along his strong jawline, and he had snaked his hands underneath your sweatshirt to find your bare skin.
You were suddenly breathless. Your chest heaved beneath the borrowed sweatshirt, and the room felt too warm.
“Miguel…” you pulled back from him and placed your forehead against his.
“Are you alright? We can stop if it’s too much.” He brushed your hair back and searched your gaze.
“I was married…” You felt him still beneath you, but his expression was stoic. He looked at you expectantly. “My husband died almost eight years ago.”
You waited for “the look” that everyone gave you after hearing the news. The pitying, sad expression that you had grown distasteful after breaking the news time and time again…but it never came. There was no pity or awkwardness. It was almost like he understood your loss in a way most others didn’t.
“I’m sorry…” He said quietly.
You shrugged. “You don’t have to be sorry. You couldn’t have known. I just felt like it was best to tell you sooner rather than later.”
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. You giggled in surprise and tried to squeeze your arms around him to no avail. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness.
You yawned, and it dawned on you how tired you still were. It was probably four or five in the morning, and you were quite dependent on your beauty sleep.
Miguel loosened his grasp around you, and you leaned back and smiled at him. “It’s late.”
“We should go back to sleep.” He said.
Neither of you moved. You looked over your shoulder at the remnants of the pillow wall that had divided the bed. You crawled up onto the mattress and placed the pillows neatly at the head of the bed where they belonged.
“I think we’ve moved past our need for these.” You said before settling back onto your side and pulling the covers up.
Miguel chuckled as he watched you. “I think you’re right.”
He reached up to turn the lamp off and crawled back into bed. You felt him adjust before laying on his back several inches away from you.
You furrowed your brow. “Oh, you can kiss me, but cuddling is off limits?”
“I…wasn’t sure.”
You sat up and closed the distance. He wrapped his arm around you, and you nuzzled into the softness of his sweatshirt. You fell asleep instantly.
Miguel woke up early like he always did. When he was in the few seconds between sleep and being fully awake, he was startled by the warm body next to him. Once he was fully conscious, he remembered the events from the night before.
He watched you for a long moment. You were still almost attached to him just as you had been. Your hair was disheveled, and your chest rose and fell with steady, even breaths. He gently pulled his arm out from beneath you, careful not to disturb your sleeping form. He pulled the covers up over you and quietly slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
He walked over to the window. He had never seen so much snow in all of his years in the city. The drifts at every intersection were nearly 10 feet tall, and there were still delicate flakes gently falling from the sky.
“Morning boss!” LYLA appeared in front of him. “Record breaking snowfall, the likes of which won’t be seen for another century at least!”
“Shh! She’s still sleeping.” Miguel tilted his head toward the bedroom door.
“Sorry!” LYLA whispered. “The entire city is shut down again today. Charlie emailed and said that the museum will be closed through the weekend to ‘dampen the burden’ on emergency responders and city workers.”
Miguel nodded. “The university is also closed I presume.”
“That’s right, and little miss houseguest in there still doesn’t have access to a train or bus as of right now to get home. Looks like she’s stuck here for another day.”
“Hopefully she doesn’t mind.” Miguel said as he walked to the kitchen.
“Oh, I can tell you’re devastated.” she said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes at her as he began to rummage through his fridge.
“You know, this is the first time you’ve had another human being here in-”
“LYLA-” Miguel warned.
“Actually ever.” She said, ignoring him. “It’s just an observation. What are you going to make her? She probably likes yogurt parfaits. Or gourmet omelets with chives on top. That’s what I’d have for breakfast if I had to eat! Too bad you don’t have any of that.”
“Who’s responsible for the groceries around here again?” He asked.
She shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one who put artificial intelligence in charge of grocery shopping. And it’s not like you eat much. How was I supposed to know we’d have a guest?”
A noise caught Miguel’s attention. He turned to find you standing in the doorway. Sleepiness still painted your features, but you gave him a smile that made his heart race.
“Good morning. I didn’t know that it was physically possible for it to snow that much.” You said as you gestured to the window.
“I think it’s safe to say that you’re going to be stuck here for awhile.” He said apologetically.
You shrugged. “I don’t mind. Hopefully I’ve been a polite guest so far. What are you looking for?”
He was staring at the contents of a cabinet for a long moment. “I don’t think I prepared well enough for the storm.”
“He’s trying to say that there’s nothing to eat.” LYLA interjected.
You walked closer to him and studied the shelves. “Well…you have flour, and sugar. If you have some other staples like that, then I can probably come up with something. I’ve been immersed in hundreds of recipe cards for the last six weeks, remember?”
Miguel nodded and stepped aside. “Just tell me what you need.”
You rattled off ingredients and tools, and Miguel produced most of them for you with ease. Soon, you had the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.
You began measuring and combining everything in a bowl. “So, there’s a catch. I can make the batter, but I’m really bad at making pancakes.”
Miguel laughed. “What? You can’t make pancakes?”
“Don’t laugh! Thanks to me, we have something to eat to begin with. I always flip them too late or too early.” You began mixing the batter.
“That is something I am capable of.”
“Great, that can be your job then.” You said with a smile as you handed him the bowl.
Within the hour, you two were sat at the island with full plates of pancakes and steaming cups of coffee.
“I can’t believe you drink the museum coffee when you have a machine that produces something so magnificent.” You said as you set down your mug.
Miguel shrugged. “Coffee is coffee. It’s mostly for the caffeine.”
You scoffed at him. “You can have my french press then, and I’ll take your nice machine.”
He dutifully sliced a piece of pancake with his fork and gave you a skeptical look. “It took me forever to calibrate it. It’s getting buried with me.”
“You don’t appreciate it.” You teased.
Soon, both plates and mugs were in the dishwasher, and you were both admiring the huge snowdrifts from the living room.
A door that you hadn’t noticed yesterday caught your eye. “Is that your office?”
Miguel nodded. “Formerly known as my guest room.”
“Can I see it?”
“Of course.” His answer was immediate. He walked toward the closed door, and you followed closely behind.
The room was filled wall-to-wall with tools, drawers, and half-finished projects. You didn’t have names for most of the instruments, but every shelf, cabinet, and organizer had a purpose. Nothing seemed out of place.
You turned slowly, taking it all in. As you admired the setup, Miguel began straightening out some items on the workbench. He retreated for a moment and returned with a chair from the kitchen island and gestured for you to sit next to the sturdy office chair that resided in the room.
You both took a seat. There was something antique sitting in a million pieces on the workbench in front of you.
“What is that?” You asked as you studied it.
“It’s a nineteenth century microscope. Generally, it was preserved well, but there’s some oxidation along here,” he picked up a pair of tweezers and gestured to a small metal pin.
“Are your normal techniques unsuited for this piece?” You asked curiously.
He shook his head. “I would have no trouble removing the rust, but the maker’s mark is almost completely worn away. I’m afraid if I do something too aggressive, it will disappear completely.”
You squinted your eyes at the piece. “I can’t even tell that there are numbers on it at all.”
He reached up and manuevered the arm of a contraption attached to the wall. He pulled it down, and it had a magnifying glass attached on the end. Miguel lined the magnifying glass up to the pin and gestured for you to scoot closer.
You peered through the magnifying glass and smiled at the barely legible numbers on the piece of rusted metal. Miguel was right…they were already beginning to fade. You pulled back and nearly bumped against him; you hadn’t realized how close you were.
For a moment, neither of you moved. He slowly lifted his hand and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. He studied your face for a long moment; the tension in the room was palpable.
You swallowed, and your mind went places you knew it shouldn’t. You moved to close the distance, and you soon found yourself locked into his embrace as your mouths collided.
This kiss was different. Last night, every movement had been tentative. Both of you were towing a boundary that was still being defined. Now, you felt as though you could devour him.
His large hands skimmed down your back until they found your hips and squeezed. His grip was possessive but still restrained. You tangled a hand in his luscious hair and dipped your head to kiss his neck.
“Hermosa, if this is something you want, you have to tell me.” He whispered as you nipped at his ear.
“I want you, Miguel. Right now.” You whispered. There was a desperation in your voice.
You felt him breathe in deeply before he deftly pulled you into his lap. He wrapped your legs around his torso and stood with you in his arms as if you were weightless. You gasped at the motion, but Miguel held you firmly. You pressed your forehead to his as you both reveled in the closeness.
Moments later, he gently tossed you onto his bed. You stared up at him with a heaving chest. From the moment you first laid eyes on Miguel, you had thought him attractive. He always reminded you of a statue that became flesh and walked among you. From your perspective on the bed, you felt like he was more akin to a god.
His thick black hair was tousled from your wandering hands, and one of his thick brows was raised mischievously. The sharp angles of his face caught the light perfectly, and his barely crooked smile made your heart skip a beat. He looked as though he wanted to devour you. You smiled at him playfully as desire warmed your body.
Miguel pulled his shirt off, and your jaw nearly dropped at his defined torso. Your mouth watered in anticipation. He dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.
“Sure you’re okay with this?” He asked breathlessly. You nodded and wiggled your hips. He pulled the clothing off of you effortlessly. You nearly ripped the sweatshirt off your body, and you soon lay bare before him. He hungrily took in the sight of you for a long moment.
Your skin hummed. All you wanted was for him to touch you. The need you felt for him nagged at the base of your spine. You hadn’t experienced anything like it in years. You opened your mouth to beg him to do something, but he noticed your cue and parted your legs with his large hands.
Miguel’s eyes closed as his warm mouth found your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, and he held you to the bed with one hand as the other snaked its way between your legs. You felt one thick finger slip inside of you as his tongue continued to coax moans out of you.
You once again tangled a hand in his hair as you writhed beneath him, whispering his name. He took his time, sometimes drawing back to look at you longingly as his fingers did the work.
Your first climax hit you like a train. Miguel seemingly knew your body better than you did, and he drew a second one out of you in just a few short minutes. Your limbs flopped against the mattress.
“Oh my god,” you panted as you threw an arm over your eyes. “How did you do that?”
“I pay attention.” Miguel said. You pulled your arm back to see him standing at the edge of the bed with a smirk. You sat up on your wobbly knees and crawled over to kiss him again. You tasted yourself on his mouth.
“I can’t promise to deliver the same experience, but I can damn well try.” You whispered. You pulled his pants down, and he stepped out of them deftly.
“I just want to be inside of you, hermosa.” He whispered. You smiled at him and gestured for him to lay down.
You straddled him and moved to position him at your entrance. You slowly slid down onto his cock, and you gasped as your body adjusted to his incredible size. His breath caught as you fully engulfed him, feeling the head pressing firmly against your cervix.
“Feel good?” You asked as you splayed a hand on his chest. He nodded and closed his eyes. He reached down to grab your hips, and you swatted his hands away playfully.
“No, no. We’re doing this my way.” you teased. You slowly rolled your hips and smiled as he groaned beneath you.
Perspiration coated your skin as you worked your way up and down his thick shaft. Every movement sent a wave of pleasure reverberating through your body. Miguel was gripping the mattress, and you could tell that every muscle in his entire body was coiled tightly underneath you.
Finally, you picked up the pace. You reached for his hands and placed them firmly on your hips. In the blink of an eye, Miguel had you flipped on your back. You had no time to be surprised; he began thrusting at a breakneck pace, and you could feel another orgasm building inside of you. Your vision went white, and you felt him pull out of your body and coat your belly with his spend.
You blinked for a moment before you regained your sight. Miguel was nowhere to be found. You looked around the room in a daze. He finally returned a few moments later with a wet washcloth. He tenderly wiped your skin with the warm cloth, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the sight.
“I really like you.” You said. You had been debating saying it all morning, but you felt as though you might explode if you kept your feelings to yourself any longer.
It took him a moment to process what you had said. He looked down at the floor and then back up at you with a pained expression. Confusion clouded your mind, and you suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed.
“I haven’t had a normal relationship in a very, very long time.” He confessed as he sat on the edge of the bed.
It felt as though all of the air had been sucked out of the room. You reached over and pulled the blankets over your naked body and furrowed your brow at him.
He noticed your erratic movement and placed a hand reassuringly on your leg. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant to say is…I like you, too. But, I want to be the person that’s worthy of being romantically involved with you.”
Sweet relief enveloped your body, and you relaxed. You placed a hand on top of his and smiled. “That’s sweet, but you already are worthy. I don’t know what you’re so worried about…you don’t seem to have a flawed bone in your body.”
Miguel scoffed. “Believe me, I am nowhere near perfect. There was a time when I was pretty rough around the edges.”
You shrugged. “We all go through times like that. All I care about is who you are now. And I happen to think the man you are now is handsome and smart and occasionally funny.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you once again. You knew intrinsically that there were many to come.
You were much closer to Miguel than you realized. You had scooted all the way over to the other side of the bed where he was standing during your inspection of his clawed fingers. He almost looked…scared. You held his gaze, unsure where the moment would take you next. Finally, he sighed.
“There’s more. I don’t just have mutations. I’m…I’m Spiderman.”
A small gasp escaped your lips.
“I didn’t tell you because I really didn’t know how. I didn’t want to frighten you, and I never want to put you in danger. It’s not exactly a safe line of work.”
You nodded slowly, putting the pieces together. Finally, the last several weeks came together like a jigsaw puzzle. You scooted a little closer and sat on the end of the bed and patted the space next to you. Miguel obliged, and soon you two were sitting inches apart.
“You’re still Miguel, aren’t you?”
He titled his head at your question.
“As in…you’re still the same person who teases Charlie, who brought me a manual on old cookware…who offered me a place to stay during a blizzard.”
You thought back to all of the small things that you had observed. “Now, some things make a little more sense, but...you’re still you, right?”
You could’ve sworn that he was blushing. You smiled and reached down to grab his hand. It was warm, and his fingers were calloused. You stared at your intertwined fingers for a long moment.
You felt him exhale, almost like he had been holding his breath for weeks. You met his gaze. He slowly reached up to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch. You closed your eyes and leaned forward.
The kiss was gentle at first. To your surprise, Miguel deepened it. You followed his lead and inched closer to him. His hand dropped from your cheek to your waist, and he pulled you closer still. You placed wet kisses along his strong jawline, and he had snaked his hands underneath your sweatshirt to find your bare skin.
You were suddenly breathless. Your chest heaved beneath the borrowed sweatshirt, and the room felt too warm.
“Miguel…” you pulled back from him and placed your forehead against his.
“Are you alright? We can stop if it’s too much.” He brushed your hair back and searched your gaze.
“I was married…” You felt him still beneath you, but his expression was stoic. He looked at you expectantly. “My husband died almost eight years ago.”
You waited for “the look” that everyone gave you after hearing the news. The pitying, sad expression that you had grown distasteful after breaking the news time and time again…but it never came. There was no pity or awkwardness. It was almost like he understood your loss in a way most others didn’t.
“I’m sorry…” He said quietly.
You shrugged. “You don’t have to be sorry. You couldn’t have known. I just felt like it was best to tell you sooner rather than later.”
He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. You giggled in surprise and tried to squeeze your arms around him to no avail. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness.
You yawned, and it dawned on you how tired you still were. It was probably four or five in the morning, and you were quite dependent on your beauty sleep.
Miguel loosened his grasp around you, and you leaned back and smiled at him. “It’s late.”
“We should go back to sleep.” He said.
Neither of you moved. You looked over your shoulder at the remnants of the pillow wall that had divided the bed. You crawled up onto the mattress and placed the pillows neatly at the head of the bed where they belonged.
“I think we’ve moved past our need for these.” You said before settling back onto your side and pulling the covers up.
Miguel chuckled as he watched you. “I think you’re right.”
He reached up to turn the lamp off and crawled back into bed. You felt him adjust before laying on his back several inches away from you.
You furrowed your brow. “Oh, you can kiss me, but cuddling is off limits?”
“I…wasn’t sure.”
You sat up and closed the distance. He wrapped his arm around you, and you nuzzled into the softness of his sweatshirt. You fell asleep instantly.
Miguel woke up early like he always did. When he was in the few seconds between sleep and being fully awake, he was startled by the warm body next to him. Once he was fully conscious, he remembered the events from the night before.
He watched you for a long moment. You were still almost attached to him just as you had been. Your hair was disheveled, and your chest rose and fell with steady, even breaths. He gently pulled his arm out from beneath you, careful not to disturb your sleeping form. He pulled the covers up over you and quietly slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
He walked over to the window. He had never seen so much snow in all of his years in the city. The drifts at every intersection were nearly 10 feet tall, and there were still delicate flakes gently falling from the sky.
“Morning boss!” LYLA appeared in front of him. “Record breaking snowfall, the likes of which won’t be seen for another century at least!”
“Shh! She’s still sleeping.” Miguel tilted his head toward the bedroom door.
“Sorry!” LYLA whispered. “The entire city is shut down again today. Charlie emailed and said that the museum will be closed through the weekend to ‘dampen the burden’ on emergency responders and city workers.”
Miguel nodded. “The university is also closed I presume.”
“That’s right, and little miss houseguest in there still doesn’t have access to a train or bus as of right now to get home. Looks like she’s stuck here for another day.”
“Hopefully she doesn’t mind.” Miguel said as he walked to the kitchen.
“Oh, I can tell you’re devastated.” she said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes at her as he began to rummage through his fridge.
“You know, this is the first time you’ve had another human being here in-”
“LYLA-” Miguel warned.
“Actually ever.” She said, ignoring him. “It’s just an observation. What are you going to make her? She probably likes yogurt parfaits. Or gourmet omelets with chives on top. That’s what I’d have for breakfast if I had to eat! Too bad you don’t have any of that.”
“Who’s responsible for the groceries around here again?” He asked.
She shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one who put artificial intelligence in charge of grocery shopping. And it’s not like you eat much. How was I supposed to know we’d have a guest?”
A noise caught Miguel’s attention. He turned to find you standing in the doorway. Sleepiness still painted your features, but you gave him a smile that made his heart race.
“Good morning. I didn’t know that it was physically possible for it to snow that much.” You said as you gestured to the window.
“I think it’s safe to say that you’re going to be stuck here for awhile.” He said apologetically.
You shrugged. “I don’t mind. Hopefully I’ve been a polite guest so far. What are you looking for?”
He was staring at the contents of a cabinet for a long moment. “I don’t think I prepared well enough for the storm.”
“He’s trying to say that there’s nothing to eat.” LYLA interjected.
You walked closer to him and studied the shelves. “Well…you have flour, and sugar. If you have some other staples like that, then I can probably come up with something. I’ve been immersed in hundreds of recipe cards for the last six weeks, remember?”
Miguel nodded and stepped aside. “Just tell me what you need.”
You rattled off ingredients and tools, and Miguel produced most of them for you with ease. Soon, you had the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.
You began measuring and combining everything in a bowl. “So, there’s a catch. I can make the batter, but I’m really bad at making pancakes.”
Miguel laughed. “What? You can’t make pancakes?”
“Don’t laugh! Thanks to me, we have something to eat to begin with. I always flip them too late or too early.” You began mixing the batter.
“That is something I am capable of.”
“Great, that can be your job then.” You said with a smile as you handed him the bowl.
Within the hour, you two were sat at the island with full plates of pancakes and steaming cups of coffee.
“I can’t believe you drink the museum coffee when you have a machine that produces something so magnificent.” You said as you set down your mug.
Miguel shrugged. “Coffee is coffee. It’s mostly for the caffeine.”
You scoffed at him. “You can have my french press then, and I’ll take your nice machine.”
He dutifully sliced a piece of pancake with his fork and gave you a skeptical look. “It took me forever to calibrate it. It’s getting buried with me.”
“You don’t appreciate it.” You teased.
Soon, both plates and mugs were in the dishwasher, and you were both admiring the huge snowdrifts from the living room.
A door that you hadn’t noticed yesterday caught your eye. “Is that your office?”
Miguel nodded. “Formerly known as my guest room.”
“Can I see it?”
“Of course.” His answer was immediate. He walked toward the closed door, and you followed closely behind.
The room was filled wall-to-wall with tools, drawers, and half-finished projects. You didn’t have names for most of the instruments, but every shelf, cabinet, and organizer had a purpose. Nothing seemed out of place.
You turned slowly, taking it all in. As you admired the setup, Miguel began straightening out some items on the workbench. He retreated for a moment and returned with a chair from the kitchen island and gestured for you to sit next to the sturdy office chair that resided in the room.
You both took a seat. There was something antique sitting in a million pieces on the workbench in front of you.
“What is that?” You asked as you studied it.
“It’s a nineteenth century microscope. Generally, it was preserved well, but there’s some oxidation along here,” he picked up a pair of tweezers and gestured to a small metal pin.
“Are your normal techniques unsuited for this piece?” You asked curiously.
He shook his head. “I would have no trouble removing the rust, but the maker’s mark is almost completely worn away. I’m afraid if I do something too aggressive, it will disappear completely.”
You squinted your eyes at the piece. “I can’t even tell that there are numbers on it at all.”
He reached up and manuevered the arm of a contraption attached to the wall. He pulled it down, and it had a magnifying glass attached on the end. Miguel lined the magnifying glass up to the pin and gestured for you to scoot closer.
You peered through the magnifying glass and smiled at the barely legible numbers on the piece of rusted metal. Miguel was right…they were already beginning to fade. You pulled back and nearly bumped against him; you hadn’t realized how close you were.
For a moment, neither of you moved. He slowly lifted his hand and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. He studied your face for a long moment; the tension in the room was palpable.
You swallowed, and your mind went places you knew it shouldn’t. You moved to close the distance, and you soon found yourself locked into his embrace as your mouths collided.
This kiss was different. Last night, every movement had been tentative. Both of you were towing a boundary that was still being defined. Now, you felt as though you could devour him.
His large hands skimmed down your back until they found your hips and squeezed. His grip was possessive but still restrained. You tangled a hand in his luscious hair and dipped your head to kiss his neck.
“Hermosa, if this is something you want, you have to tell me.” He whispered as you nipped at his ear.
“I want you, Miguel. Right now.” You whispered. There was a desperation in your voice.
You felt him breathe in deeply before he deftly pulled you into his lap. He wrapped your legs around his torso and stood with you in his arms as if you were weightless. You gasped at the motion, but Miguel held you firmly. You pressed your forehead to his as you both reveled in the closeness.
Moments later, he gently tossed you onto his bed. You stared up at him with a heaving chest. From the moment you first laid eyes on Miguel, you had thought him attractive. He always reminded you of a statue that became flesh and walked among you. From your perspective on the bed, you felt like he was more akin to a god.
His thick black hair was tousled from your wandering hands, and one of his thick brows was raised mischievously. The sharp angles of his face caught the light perfectly, and his barely crooked smile made your heart skip a beat. He looked as though he wanted to devour you. You smiled at him playfully as desire warmed your body.
Miguel pulled his shirt off, and your jaw nearly dropped at his defined torso. Your mouth watered in anticipation. He dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.
“Sure you’re okay with this?” He asked breathlessly. You nodded and wiggled your hips. He pulled the clothing off of you effortlessly. You nearly ripped the sweatshirt off your body, and you soon lay bare before him. He hungrily took in the sight of you for a long moment.
Your skin hummed. All you wanted was for him to touch you. The need you felt for him nagged at the base of your spine. You hadn’t experienced anything like it in years. You opened your mouth to beg him to do something, but he noticed your cue and parted your legs with his large hands.
Miguel’s eyes closed as his warm mouth found your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, and he held you to the bed with one hand as the other snaked its way between your legs. You felt one thick finger slip inside of you as his tongue continued to coax moans out of you.
You once again tangled a hand in his hair as you writhed beneath him, whispering his name. He took his time, sometimes drawing back to look at you longingly as his fingers did the work.
Your first climax hit you like a train. Miguel seemingly knew your body better than you did, and he drew a second one out of you in just a few short minutes. Your limbs flopped against the mattress.
“Oh my god,” you panted as you threw an arm over your eyes. “How did you do that?”
“I pay attention.” Miguel said. You pulled your arm back to see him standing at the edge of the bed with a smirk. You sat up on your wobbly knees and crawled over to kiss him again. You tasted yourself on his mouth.
“I can’t promise to deliver the same experience, but I can damn well try.” You whispered. You pulled his pants down, and he stepped out of them deftly.
“I just want to be inside of you, hermosa.” He whispered. You smiled at him and gestured for him to lay down.
You straddled him and moved to position him at your entrance. You slowly slid down onto his cock, and you gasped as your body adjusted to his incredible size. His breath caught as you fully engulfed him, feeling the head pressing firmly against your cervix.
“Feel good?” You asked as you splayed a hand on his chest. He nodded and closed his eyes. He reached down to grab your hips, and you swatted his hands away playfully.
“No, no. We’re doing this my way.” you teased. You slowly rolled your hips and smiled as he groaned beneath you.
Perspiration coated your skin as you worked your way up and down his thick shaft. Every movement sent a wave of pleasure reverberating through your body. Miguel was gripping the mattress, and you could tell that every muscle in his entire body was coiled tightly underneath you.
Finally, you picked up the pace. You reached for his hands and placed them firmly on your hips. In the blink of an eye, Miguel had you flipped on your back. You had no time to be surprised; he began thrusting at a breakneck pace, and you could feel another orgasm building inside of you. Your vision went white, and you felt him pull out of your body and coat your belly with his spend.
You blinked for a moment before you regained your sight. Miguel was nowhere to be found. You looked around the room in a daze. He finally returned a few moments later with a wet washcloth. He tenderly wiped your skin with the warm cloth, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the sight.
“I really like you.” You said. You had been debating saying it all morning, but you felt as though you might explode if you kept your feelings to yourself any longer.
It took him a moment to process what you had said. He looked down at the floor and then back up at you with a pained expression. Confusion clouded your mind, and you suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed.
“I haven’t had a normal relationship in a very, very long time.” He confessed as he sat on the edge of the bed.
It felt as though all of the air had been sucked out of the room. You reached over and pulled the blankets over your naked body and furrowed your brow at him.
He noticed your erratic movement and placed a hand reassuringly on your leg. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant to say is…I like you, too. But, I want to be the person that’s worthy of being romantically involved with you.”
Sweet relief enveloped your body, and you relaxed. You placed a hand on top of his and smiled. “That’s sweet, but you already are worthy. I don’t know what you’re so worried about…you don’t seem to have a flawed bone in your body.”
Miguel scoffed. “Believe me, I am nowhere near perfect. There was a time when I was pretty rough around the edges.”
You shrugged. “We all go through times like that. All I care about is who you are now. And I happen to think the man you are now is handsome and smart and occasionally funny.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you once again. You knew intrinsically that there were many to come.
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Tags: nipple play (m and f receiving) body worship (m and f receiving), cock/ball worship, blowjob, HYPERSPERMIAAAAA, love bites, no plot, making love, fluff, vanilla, hickies, riding (briefly), MATING PRESSSSS, reader wears red lipstick because that man would look good covered in it ofccc, Spanish pet names because I love them more than English ones.
A/N: I NEED HIM SO FUCKING BADDDDDDDD AND I NEEEEED NIPPLE PLAY FICS ABOUT HIM ^w^
I wrote this as post-Spider Society where he’s starting to heal and getting the therapy that he very much needs. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ^_^
It’s a slow Sunday in Nueva York… cold with rain pouring outside. You and Miguel are on the bed, his arms draped over the pillows and you between his spread legs. His face and arms are adorned with your red kiss marks. So is his neck along with hickies and so now you’re worshipping his chest.
Worshipping his body, you moan as you slide your tongue across his hairy chest and your hand rubs over his abs. His huge dick throbs with desire, precum beading at the tip but you don’t wrap your hand around his aching length yet. Instead, you run your hand over his muscular chest, palm rubbing across his sensitive nipples and feeling them harden against your soft palm. You nuzzle your face against his hairy chest, inhaling the smell of him… it felt intoxicating.
You give his nipple a few kitten licks before flicking your tongue at it and swirling your tongue around it, coating it in your saliva. He groans as you pull away from his sensitive nipple, a string of glistening saliva connecting your tongue to his nipple. You break the string when you wrap your lips around his nipple, gently sucking which makes him gasp. The suction just feels so good. You gently tug on his nipple with your lips. Your other hand rubbing his other nipple with your index finger. He looks at you with adoring eyes and you look back up at him, eyes wild with lust and full of love while you work that pretty mouth on him.
The same mouth that comforts him after long days at work or when painful memories comes rearing its ugly head. The same mouth that talks back to him with the most clever comebacks. He remembers the moment he realized he was falling in love with you… things that normally annoyed him didn’t or didn’t as much when you were the one doing it and your unwillingness to just back down left him mesmerized. One day, You were arguing with him and you stood firm but still expressed kindness and empathy. You left him speechless because your argument was so well-constructed and formulated that he literally couldn’t argue back with anything before you strutted out of the room. He knew then.
You pull away from his nipple, a lovely red ring around the sensitive brown bead and your lipstick on your pretty lips starting to smear. You place a kiss right over his heart and his heart skips a beat. It’s cold and rainy outside but you both feel so warm with each other here.
You trail down, kissing his nude muscular body. You make your way down to his abs and lick them, kissing his abs and marking each ab with red kiss marks. You slide your tongue across his belly button, tongue dipping into it. Purposefully skipping over his dick because you want to worship his body first, you then make your way down to those fucking thighs. You slide your tongue across his thighs and kiss them. He’s just fucking gorgeous… his chiseled face, his massive shoulders, his tan skin, his slicked back brown hair, his ruby red eyes, his overall jaw dropping beauty.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous…” You mumble.
You love him. So much. His devotion and sarcasm and his genius brain. Even if sometimes you don’t understand what the fuck he’s saying, you just love to listen to him ramble. Sitting there with your elbow propped up on the table and your cheek resting in your palm looking up at him as he nerds out.
His dick twitches and you finally make your way back up to his huge dick… long and girthy. Veiny with precum leaking down the shaft. You lick the precum off his shaft, tongue sliding across the veins. His breathing gets heavy and he has to hold back from forcing your head down onto his dick. You softly place kisses up his shaft, slowly adorning it with red just like the rest of him. Marking him as yours. You rub your cheek against his shaft and his precum smears against your soft cheek. You both look at each other, half lidded eyes that are wild with lust and full with love.
You both wanted this badly. You are so eager yet so gentle. You slide your tongue across his shaft, licking your way up to his tip before going back to the bottom and licking back up repeatedly. Your hand wraps around his girthy length and stroke him while he watches as you squeeze his tip so precum streams out like a leaky shampoo bottle. Darting out your tongue, you gave the tip of his dick a few kitten licks and lap up his precum as he let out a groan, his hand reaching over to the back of your head. Not fisting your hair or pushing your head down onto his length. Just holding the love of his life as you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip before tapping it on your tongue. It took every fiber of him not to buck his hip and shove him all the way into your mouth. He didn’t want to brutalize your mouth… not tonight. He wanted to let you control how this goes and enjoy your pretty mouth. You finally take his thick tip into your mouth, your pretty lips wrapping around it as you suckle on it. He had to squeeze those beautiful ruby red eyes shut when he felt the warmth and suction of your mouth around the tip as your soft hand rubbed over his abs. He let out a pleased moan, arching into your touch and it makes you feel so happy to make your boyfriend feel good and to be so intimate with him.
“You’re driving me crazy…” He moans out, looking down at you.
You hum from the taste of him. You lowered your head until you had his full length in your mouth, your cheeks hollowing. Miguel moans in pleasure as you bob your head up and down. His dick slides in and out of that pretty mouth of yours until you pull off his dick to dart your tongue out and lick at the slit which makes him gasp before taking him back down your throat. You were absolutely addicted to how he feels down your throat— every engorged vein, every pulse… you simply couldn't stop.
Pulling off Miguel’s dick, you sweetly place red kisses to his heavy balls. He watched as you lean forward and bury your nose against his sac, nuzzling them. Your tongue sticks out to lap at one of his balls before you’re wrapping your lips around and softly sucking it as you stroke his dick up and down. Precum leaks onto your hand as His hand immediately flies to your head to keep you against his balls. Your lips releases it and you pull away from his sac to give his dick your full attention again.
“Love your dick, corazón…" You say, tapping the thick tip on your tongue before taking him back into your mouth. “Mmmph…” You hum, precum leaking into your mouth. You keep bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off and licking him until you feel his body start getting tense… you know he’s getting close and you keep the pace the same.
“Fuck! Amor!” Miguel hisses out as you continue to bob your head up and down. His stomach jolting as ropes and ropes of cum spurts into your mouth, immediately flooding it. It fills your mouth quickly and some of his cum leaks from the corners of your mouth despite you doing your best to swallow it all. His dick keeps pumping his thick cum into your mouth and always still kinda overwhelming you despite how many times you’ve sucked him off prior. The lewd sounds of you swallowing just turns him on more. With one last swallow, you pull off his dick, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick. The string snaps when you sit up and lick your lips for any leftover cum. Fuck, he loves when you do that. Your heart swells with pride, loving seeing Miguel come undone because of you. His head dropped against the pillows and he closed his eyes, panting. He felt the bed shift when you straddle his muscular body and his red eyes open to admire your body on top of him.
Him being Spider-Man 2099, he had unbelievable stamina and could go for several rounds… and you wanted to be as close with him as possible and wanted to feel good too.
Rolling your hips, you grind against him— slick folds rubbing against his veiny shaft as you shakily pant. Miguel watches you enjoy yourself, the way you bite down on your bottom lip and close your alluring eyes in pleasure. When you have had enough of that, you line his leaking tip with your entrance before lowering yourself onto it. His fat tip pushes past your soft folds straight into your tight pussy and stretches you so good. The stretch makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open as Miguel sucks the air through his teeth with a hiss the moment he feels your silky walls clench around his tip. His large hands go to your hips to help you lower down onto his throbbing length, groaning as he feels every inch of him push into you. Your cunt swallows him and moans spills from your mouth as his nails digs into your skin, the warmth of your pussy engulfs his dick. He’s balls deep and your arousal drips, coating his heavy balls with your slick. You need a moment and of course he gives you that moment.
“Mmmh… I want you so bad, mi amor… you’re so wet…” Miguel rasps out as you place your hands on his chest for leverage so you can finally start moving.
You can’t stop the smile from spreading on your face as you begin rolling your hips. It feels so good, you can’t help but throw your head back as your mouth falls open, moans leaving your pretty mouth. Miguel’s hands remain on your hips as you ride him. You begin bouncing your ass on his dick, ass slapping against his sweat glazed thighs and his talons almost extends but he is always careful with you. You glance over your shoulder to look at your reflection in the mirror behind you, watching his dick slide in and out of your heat and it makes you even wetter. You turn to look back down at him and his beautiful ruby eyes are rolled back, a few strands of his hair fall from his slicked backed hairstyle and clings to his sweaty forehead. He opens his eyes and is met with the pretty sight of you bouncing up and down on his dick.
“Come here…” Miguel mumbles as he sits up and pulls you close against him. Your body is flushed against his and you roll your hips, riding him. He pants and kisses your neck and you slightly lean your head back to give him more room. He peppers your neck with kisses before gently biting it, a low growl rumbles from his throat but not in aggression but passion. He loves you so much. A sweet little love bite. You gasp when you feel his teeth sink into your soft skin and he swipes his tongue over the bite to soothe it before sucking on it. He sucks on your soft skin and leaves a hickey like you did with him. A sweet mark to show everyone that you’re with him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and moans into your ear and it just makes your pussy even more wet and the sex more smooth. You swivel your hips in a circular motion, feeling his length swirl and rub against your walls. You arch your back in pleasure and he leans down and begins flicking his tongue at one of your hardened nipples before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it which earns more moans from you.
Suddenly, Miguel lifts you off his dick and sets you next to him and you’re confused. His dick is covered in a mixture of your slick and his precum. “Mi amor?” You perk up but he quickly adjusts you so you’re now lying on your back.
Miguel immediately begins peppering your pretty face with sweet kisses before locking the both of you into a kiss. His mouth moves against yours but it’s soft and desperate. He pulls away with a string of saliva connecting your lips together. Miguel cups your face with one hand and strokes your cheek with his thumb, if he could have little hearts in his eyes for you then he would have them.
He moves down onto your neck and also gives it sweet kisses. Especially over where your pulse is. He licks a stripe over your neck, tongue swiping across it before he begins sucking on it to leave behind yet another behind a hickey. He worships your body just as you did to him. Just like how he’s yours and only yours, your his and only his.
He moves onto your tits. He gently begins rubbing your aroused nipples with his thumbs which earns a pant out of you. Worshipping your body, he fondles them before leaning down and sliding his tongue across one of your nipples before sealing his lips around it like a promise and sucking them. He loves you so much… he always will.
“Oh, preciosa… you’re so beautiful… how are you so perfect?” He pulls away from your aroused nipple to praise you, burying his face into your cleavage. Your heart warms at the praise, he makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the whole multiverse. His lips wrap around your nipple again, wanting to make the love of his life feel so good.
“M-Miggy!” You gasp out in pleasure as he sucks with a little more pressure. Your cunt is dripping for him and clenching on nothing.
Pulling away from your nipple again, He trails down to your thighs and licks at your inner thighs before gently biting. He kisses the bites before trailing the kisses down your thighs to your legs. He grabs your ankle to lift your leg closer to him, his tongue sliding down them. He kisses them, pecking them and sliding his tongue up it. He kisses down your leg before placing a kiss on your ankle then another kiss on the arch of your foot.
“Mi corazón…” He praises you as he hovers on top of you and your legs immediately spread wide open for him. He plants both of his hands on the sides of your head and leans down to kiss you, the two of you making out. You want to be as close as possible with him so you wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. Your fingers mindlessly intertwine in his brown hair. “Te amo…” You mumble against his lips.
“Te amo, hermosa…” Miguel breathes out, his chest tightening with pure love for you as he pushes your knees to your chest and throws your legs over his shoulder while he squats over you, putting the both of you into the mating press. His thick tip poking right at your soft folds.
“Oh…” You pant out, head turning to the side. “Please, corazón…” You whine, so badly wanted him back deep inside you. You would roll your hips upwards so his tip could catch at the entrance of your needy pussy if you were able to. He finally plunges his dick right back into your dripping pussy and he lets out a shaky groan as you cry out.
“Hnnnghhh…” Your body reacts on instinct— pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. Miguel continues making love to you, the squelching of your wet pussy fueling him. Your walls clench around him, milking him for every drop of cum he’s going to give you. He moans, weak for you. You feel drops of sweat land on your face… at least you thought it was until you opened your eyes and saw that Miguel was crying from how much he loves you.
“Te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo—“ Miguel rasps out, his voice thick with emotion as his thrusts quickens with each repeat from passion overtaking him. His tip hitting your sweet spot makes your eyes roll back and you squeal out in ecstasy so he takes the opportunity to lean down and place open mouth kisses on your pretty lips.
He pulls his dick almost completely out just to feel the suction of your walls before plunging right back in, the sudden fullness makes you cry out in overwhelming pleasure. The sound of rain pattering outside, balls slapping against skin and moans filling the air.
“You take me so well, cariño… I want to make you feel so good…” Miguel moans out, his tip kissing your sweet spot over and over.
You feel your orgasm approaching. You can feel it in your lower belly. He feels the contractions of your velvety walls and he knows your orgasm was just a few thrusts away.
“I-I’m so close, amor…” You’re barely able to breathe out from how good it all feels.
“Cum for me, pretty girl…” He rasps out, admiring your beautiful face.
“Gimme all your cum…” You moan out, wanting to orgasm together but you always beat him to it. He keeps moving in and out, keeping everything just the way you loved it.
Your orgasm finally washed over you like a crashing wave, you cry out in pleasure and tears well up at the waterline of your beautiful eyes. Miguel follows quickly after you.
Your cunt milks ropes after ropes of cum from him. Because of his hyperspermia, he cums so hard and so much. You can literally feel the warm spurts and it makes you gasp as he paints your walls white with his cum. The thrusting doesn’t stop, he continues to ride out his orgasm as his cum leaks out of your pussy even with his dick still buried deep inside you. He pulls out and the beautiful sight of his cum gushing out of you makes his breath hitch.
He gets up to head to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and clean you up. He comes back into the room and he dabs at your sweaty forehead. “You okay, baby?” Miguel asks, his tone soft as he begins dabbing at your sweat slicked body now. “Mhmmmm…” You dreamily hum out as he makes his way to your dripping pussy and gently wipes up his cum. He tosses the washcloth into the dirty laundry basket and crawls into bed with you and pulls you close with his strong arm.
Miguel lays on his back next to you and you’re on your side, you drape your leg over his thigh as your hand rubs slow circles on his abs with your head resting on his chest. He places a sweet kiss to your forehead which gets him a hum of contentment from you. The two of you lie there in comfortable silence as he buries his nose into your hair, you smell of your signature perfume and sex.
Miguel looks down at you. You’re so precious to him and you’re alive and safe here. He doesn’t want to ever lose you and while he can’t control life and death, he can control himself. He’ll give this relationship his all. He breaks the silence, his words wrapped with vulnerability, "Don't ever leave me…"
You know about his past… the loss of Dana, Gabriel and Gabriella and your heart aches for him. You know that he has a hard time accepting happiness as if it was going to be snatched away from him like it was all some cruel trick. You immediately cling to him, kissing his lips softly and then kissing his chest right where his heart is.
“I never will, mi amor…” You quickly reassure him and look up at him with those sweet sleepy eyes. The love you have for each other in both of your eyes is completely undeniable. You both want to be with each other till your last breath.
You continue rubbing circles on his abs as you rest your head on his chest again when you fall asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat against your ear, safe in his strong arms and the both of you so in love.
A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! >o< I AM SO SORRY FOR MY HORRIBLE GRAMMAR, IM WORKING ON IT. OKAY BYEEE MWAHHHH!!!
me as a teenager: man it sucks to have no privacy or autonomy but i guess its for a good reason. when i turn 18 i will realise how young i was and understand why they did all that.
me as an adult: teenagers are an oppressed class, their abuse is normalised and systemic and they need to start killing people
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