His nose is whiffing in the air as his eyes dart around to seek your presence, and all four of them land on those bothersome clothes you tread with soon as you round the corner, “Dear.” His tongue laps over his lips, imagining a might of things without them.
Tilting your head, you watch the king spread his legs wide in his throne and leans back. His chest is exposed, all mass and girth throbbing in potent abundance; his markings expanding with each pant while fat thigh meat spreads like jam and peaks through his robes. One of his arms holds his head with a smug, tooth-eating grin — a kind of all-showing wry smirk with such fierce intent that could just swallow you up.
“Need to tell me something?” The tip of his nose curls and he almost wiggles it when your heels tap closer to him in response.
It's getting stronger. So does his urges.
You stick your nose up too, “I don't believe so?” and you watch how the curse pants, “No? Ah ~ I guess you don't,” His nail waves around in the air, and drops down, pointing right between your legs, “But that pussy wants to tell me something, she seems needy. Wet.” His words kick something in you, damn.
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When Gabriella's death is way to hard to overcome.
" Miguel have you learned nothing ?!"
The holographic voice of his assistant AI fill his ears as his eyes are blocked on the screen before him. Watching a woman talking alone ... no, talking to someone who isn't born yet.
His eyes stays on her délicate face, and her round belly.
" Miguel ! "
Lyla shout, appearing in front of him, arms raise to catch his attention.
" what ...?"
He says, not really listening or wanting to talk right now.
" have you learned nothing ? What happen with—"
" I know Lyla, thanks for reminding me something I already know."
He says with an harsh voice, the screen disappears as he leans back against the desk. His hands on the edge as a breath leaves his lips, exhausted.
" I just ... need a couple minute. I'm not doing anything wrong."
" I doubt it honesly "
" what do you know anyways ? You're a program."
Lyla frown, raising her pink glasses above her nose.
" yeah right, just a program."
She says, before leaving as well. Leaving the giant man all alone.
He takes a deep breath.
" I count to 10, and after what, I act responsibly "
The room stay silent.
" 1 ... "
" 2 ..."
His brow start to frown, his eyes close as he hands open the gizmo watch.
" 3 ..."
" 4 ..."
" Miguel ? What are you doing ?"
Lyla appear again, alerted by the movement on the gizmo.
"5 ..."
"6 ..."
" Miguel ? Miguel !"
His eyes stay closed as a portal start to be created, paper flying everywhere, and the desk getting blurry with the effect of the portal.
" 7 ..."
" 8 ..."
" MIGUEL ! NO "
" 9 ..."
" Miguel ?"
He suddenly open his eyes, staring at the woman in front of him.
Her delicate face, her round belly.
She stare at him back, before smiling*
" you're there early ? What happen ?"
" ... 10 "
" what ?"
His face soften as he walks toward you.
" i wanted to be home at 10."
You look back at him before chuckling.
" well, welcome home "
His eyes turn back to your belly, staring but not touching*
" is something wrong ? Something happen to work ? "
You ask, concern.
" have you ... uh ... we thought of a name ?"
" well ... yes ? Emily ? Don't tell me you have dementia already"
" i just though of something better today... what about ... Gabriella ?"
" Gabriella uh ? It's ... pretty. Where have you got that idea ?"
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Jess stare at him, crossing her arm with her usual expressionless face. Miguel sitting on the bed in the nursery. He was ... boiling.
Holding his anger, but his face was furious.
" congrat ... PETER."
" hey hey slow down big guy, it's not like i did this on purpose !"
Miguel and Jess turn there eyes to Peter b. One with a raised eyebrow as the other one was ... killing him with his eyes.
" ... MJ got a new haircut alright ?! It's important !"
" more important than an anomaly escaping ?!"
He barked, spitting those word like if there were poison in there. He wanted to get up and destroy everything and everyone. Growling like a beast before two soft hands goes on his neck, pushing some spot making him groan in a more relaxed way.
" i'm pretty your wife said not to get angry like that. It didn't end well last time."
You said with a smirk, gently mocking way by the fact that he didn't listen to you.
" Mhngh ... this pendejo broke my arm."
" you've had worse Miguel ..."
You let out a sigh, taking the injector to shoot him the serum he needs. He let escape a groan again, he likes to do it himself.
" broken arm doesn't last long with you, having spider DNA have his good side !"
" don't talk about this..."
He sigh, passing his left hand on his face.
You turn your eyes to the two other spiderpeople in the room, smiling at them with a thankfull expression. Jess leave, taking Peter with her as he was ready to talk to you about your best friend Mary jane.
Unlike the others in the spidersociety, you didn't have any spider DNA, power or even hero role. You were just ... you. The one of the nurse, you used to work in the Nueva York hospital but Miguel wouldn't risk to let you alone during a vilain attack so he brought you here. That way he can keep an eye on you and it's better for him to get healed.
" everything turn bad. The bed broke, my arm too and some other fucking-"
" yeah um except for your arm, everything else is your fault. I should be the one to complain about my bed being destroyed."
You stare at him with a smug face. Miguel groan.
" I can't do anything without my right hand. I can't do paperwork, i can't do what i usualy do ! "
You smile softly at him, hugging him from behind.
" You have me ... i can help for some thing ... you don't have your right hand but i still have mine ..."
You hum softly, your hand running on his shoulder. Before Kissing his cheek, your chest pressing on his back as you slide down your hand along his arm then his stomach.
You can feel Miguel shiver under your touch. Your hand stopping between his legs, on his hardden bulge. He let out a sigh.
" Carinõ ..."
" let me help you with that..."
His suit deprograms on his cock, biting your bottom lips you touch his veiny cock. You lick your palm before wrapping your hand on his lenght, you thumb on his tip. Slowly doing circle around.
" fuck ..."
" aw ... already shaking "
you keep kissing his jaw while moving your hand on his throbbing cock. Whimper coming out of his lips, his fangs on his bottom lips.
He scratch on the bed under him, his hips bucking in the air. His eyes closed and mouth a bit open to let out some warm sigh.
" more ... [Y/N]... please ..."
" you want more baby ?"
Your hand start moving faster on his thick cock, mosly focusing on his tip.
You could feel him on the edge, holding himself not to cum too fast on your hand.
Your finger now fully on his tip, teasing his urethra, doing soft circle. The room filling with his moan and whimper.
" s...slow down...ha...i'm..."
Your head still resting on his shoulder, you look at your hand on his cock until a white shot of cum fall on your hand.
His chest breathing heavily.
You give him one last kiss on the cheek before going to clean your hand.
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