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neteyamloverr · 23 days

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Pairing: MiguelxFemReader!

Summary: You are an esteemed scientist who works in the spider society Alchemax in Nueva York. Miguel O'hara is your best friend and coworker who happens to have a high sex drive this week. You tease him until he can't take it anymore.

3.1k words (Kind of unedited :b )

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, P n V, no protection! + rough(ish) sex (wrap it before you tap it irl guys pls), Switch!Miguel (but mostly dom), creampie, oral/fingering f receiving, slight choking!, Dacryphilia, pet names (Cariño, Hermosa)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write this😭School was kicking my ass and a lots been going on. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my first ever fanfic and please please please write me requests in my inbox!!!!

Miguel couldn’t get his mind off of you.

It felt strange for him to admit that, even though he was your best friend. For him to admit that he was craving you, that he was feeling needy, it felt so…embarrassing. He wakes up to the thought of your body every morning, ashamedly stroking himself in the shower before work and imagining his hand was yours. But he wanted more than just the sad release of his own fist. He needed you

*****

You arrive at work early, wearing your favorite new formal suit. Your short pencil skirt especially, was tight in all the right places, accentuating the shape of your body. It had only become your favorite suit because you noticed it got Miguel the most hot and bothered compared to your other outfits. Over the last few weeks you’ve been wearing slightly more and more revealing things, breaking the lab safety code. Off the shoulder and cleavage-showing shirts, skin tight dresses, mid thigh and mini skirts. Your heels especially were a violation of the safety code with them tripping hazards themselves. Walking into your shared lab, bag in hand, you see Miguel and walk over to his desk

“Hey Migs” you whisper in his ear, bending over to look at his computer as he types. He immediately stops typing when he feels your warm breath on his ear. He gets flustered and feels his breathing quickening before taking in your sweet scent. “Hey, what's up?” he murmured back, a smile creeping onto his lips. His eyes scanned you from head to toe subconsciously.

“What are you working on?”

“Just going over some test results… what are you doing here so early anyways…?” he replies softly

You arrived early to get the jump on the large pile of files you had to do pertaining to the lab testing “I have some more testing to finish up and a shit ton of files to fill out for it too.” you rested your arms around his neck, your breath still tickling his cheek and chest pressed against his back

Miguel's breath hitched. Savoring the feeling of your warmth around him, he swallows the lump in his throat and shifts in his seat. His pants start to feel a little too tight. Leaning forward slightly, he tries to hide the fact that you’re already starting to turn him on. This was going to be a long day for him..

*****

Throughout the day, he had to restrain himself. You’d do little things that “unintentionally” turn him on. Every time you bend over, your lace panties show from under your short pencil skirt. Whenever you walk, your ass and thighs jiggle. Your bra is just barely a size too small, making your boobs slightly spill out of your half unbuttoned dress shirt. The way you purr his name drives him crazy. He felt himself becoming more aroused with every passing moment when eyes follow the gentle curve of your hips, watching you walk around the lab doing your testing.

He steals glances at you, often staring for almost too long. And of course you noticed. You noticed even the slightest things about him. How his gaze drifted to your lips and their wet appearance when you applied your lipgloss. The way you walked across the office, when you bend over to pick something up and he turns his head. He felt guilty for looking, but he couldn’t help himself.

He imagines how you look naked, though your suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. He imagines what it’d feel like to be inside you, or to have you riding his face;How you'd sound moaning his name from your pretty lips while he eat s you out. He wants to know what it would feel like to sink his teeth into your neck, to make you feel so good you cry. His hard bulge strained against his pants but tried not to show it. You weren't getting the verbal reaction you wanted out of him so you came up with an idea. Suddenly there was a light thud. Your lipgloss fell onto the floor and rolled somewhere.

“What was that- oh” You bent over, getting on your knees to look for it underneath the desk. You groan in frustration and arch your back as you reach your arm under, “struggling” to get the lipgloss. He notices…but this time, he could barely hold his composure.

His pulse was racing.

His palms were sweaty.

His breath was shallow.

He couldn't believe this…It was just a simple excuse to drive him crazy, right?

Your arching back, your exposed ass…You didn't want to pick up the damned lip gloss. You did this on purpose he realized.

A small moan escaped him at the sight of under your skirt. Miguel grips the arms of his chair firmly while his toes curl in his shoes at the slight friction against the fabric.

“God damn it…”

“Miguel…you okay?” when you hear something like a moan out of him, you become concerned, or at least that’s what he thinks.

“You're doing it on purpose aren't you…” he chokes out.

“What are you talking about..? I don't-” You’re “confused” by what he's saying and you get up from under your desk, seeing that he's turning red and has sweat dripping from his forehead.

Immediately, you walk over to him feeling his face and forehead to see if he's hot. “What happened to you? You’re burning up.”

“You happened to me…You keep on teasing me on purpose. The way you bent over, the suit you wore today, the way you keep touching me…don't act like you don't know what im talking about”

He doesn't want to scare you off with his desperateness but he's struggling not to bend you over his desk and just take you right there.

You struggled to think of an explanation quickly as he called you out “Well I just-” He caught you in a lie.

“You're not making this easy for me” he whispers, his breathing quickening. At this point he could feel himself throbbing.

“I never expected you to react that strongly…” you say under your breath folding your arms and looking down at his sitting figure.

With you standing between his open legs, he traces your body with his fixed gaze, unashamedly this time. He pulls you by your wrist and rests his hands on your hips, caressing your body up and down slowly. He holds his forehead to your stomach and groans in frustration as the sweet smell of your perfume clouds his thoughts

“No puedo más- no puedo más-” he mutters under his breath

He’s interrupted by your knee coming in contact with his crotch between his legs and his mouth falls open to your proximity. “Fuck-” he inhales sharply. He clenches his jaw so tight, he's sure he almost broke a fang. You smile as you finally get the verbal reaction you were waiting. As Miguel rips open your dress shirt, the buttons fly off, kissing around your stomach and giving in to your efforts to tempt him.

Your heartbeat quickens and your breaths become slightly labored. This was exactly what you wanted; For him to be at your beck and call. Standing up slowly, he went from looking up at you to looking down at you. Your figure was significantly smaller than his and he towered over you by more than foot. Miguel becomes more desperate by the minute, not hesitating to ravage you, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear how much he needs you. “Te necesito tan malo…” he muttered. (I need you so badly…)

He throws the stacks of paper off of his desk while still kissing your neck and his large hands lift you up onto it, gripping your hips tightly. You let out a slight moan of content while holding his head to your neck. His lips trail kisses down your neck, to your breasts where he takes one nipple into his mouth. He feels you shudder beneath him as he continues to tease your nipples while his other hand finds his way under your skirt, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties and tights. Miguel could feel the fabric becoming soaked

After leaving your chest with hickeys and bruises, he slowly gets onto his knees, now looking up at you again, silently asking if it’s okay to continue. You give a slight nod and lazily, he starts to pull down your skirt but just after, he impatiently rips a hole in your tights and pulls aside the thin white lace panties you were wearing. Your expensive tights are now in ruin because of the man down on his knees for you.

“Miguel those were expens-oh god…” The sentence faded into a slight moan.

You brought your hand down to his hair pulling slightly as he worked his way down, kissing your stomach again. You’re surprised when he throws your legs up over his shoulders and it makes your walls flutter around nothing while he nips and bites at your inner thighs, leaving behind dark reddened marks. He lifts his head up slightly to say:

“I’ll buy you new ones cariño, I promise”

He immediately buries himself between your legs again. This time instead of kissing your thighs, he works his tongue. He licks a stripe up the length of your cunt, tongue flicking against your clit, earning whimpers and moans of his name from your sweet lips. “Miguel…” You instinctively buck and grind your hips against his mouth. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick but he didn't care because God did he love the taste of you. He ate you out like a starving man, slurping up every bit of your juices.

In fact, he really was starving. He was always eager to taste you but never knew how to admit it to you. His hands gripped the outside of your thighs tightly. Miguel pushes his tongue inside of you and tilts his head up with a lustful look in his eyes. He pulls back slightly, with a string of saliva between his mouth and your wet entrance. He swears he could get himself off and cum in his pants just by hearing you moan and squirm against his face.

Suddenly his thumb gently rubs circles over your clit and slips 2 digits inside you. You gasp in surprise, arching your back and grabbing a fist full of his hair. You pushed his face further between your legs as he worked his tongue and fingers in tandem;They pumped in and out of you at a fast pace, all while he was sucking at your clit.

Your legs close in around his head and heat pools rapidly in your lower abdomen, spreading like wildfire while your legs start to shake. Strings of curses leave your mouth as your orgasm approaches, but just as you feel your release sneaking up on you, Miguel takes out his fingers and pulls his face away with a slight pop. He ended your high rudely.

“...Fuck!...Miguel? What was that for??” you exclaim before you barely catch your breath

He licks his two fingers clean of your slick

“Don't worry, I’m not done yet.”

He hastily loosens the buckle of his belt and in one swift motion pulls down his boxers and dress pants, freeing this hardened length. Precum was already dripping from his aching tip.

It’s risky to be fucking out in the open of his office like this but after how you made him feel, he needed this. You both did. Miguel pushes your back down onto the desk and its sudden coldness makes you shiver. Eager to be inside of you, he steps between your legs and holds up your already shaking thighs and positions himself at your entrance.

As he eases into you, he pushes your thighs further and further in towards your stomach, completely exposing you so he could see the way your wetness coats him. You gasp and your walls tighten even more so than before

“Fuckkk you’re so tight…” he groans

Miguel buries himself inside of you before pulling out and thrusting back in again at a painfully slow pace. You could tell he was getting you back for the teasing you put him through the entire day. But just when you’re about to ask him to speed up, he does. It's like he read your mind. His hips thrust forward into yours. As eager as he is, he's trying to restrain himself so he doesn’t end up hurting you by accident.

He has to be at least 8 or more inches;Quite girthy too. Every time his cock slammed into you, his tip hit your cervix. It was almost too much to handle, but you tried not to say anything. Well…it's not like you could anyways. He was fucking you dumb and you couldn’t even form sentences. Your body felt like it was burning up at the core and his office desk creaks beneath you with each thrust he makes. You just hoped the walls weren't thin because if they were, that was a one way ticket to getting fired.

Miguel bent forward while still pounding the life out of you, kissing and nipping at your chest again. It sends you over the edge. “T-Too much Miguel…” He pulls his face away and looks at your expression, distorted with pleasure, sweat dripping from your forehead and eyes rolling back. He puts a hand gently around your throat. “You can take it querida, just a little longer~” he whispers into your ear and you moan in response, mouth agape. He feels so good that you start to tear up.

“Shhh…You're doing so well for me…” He hushes and praises you with his sweet words as his thrusts become sloppy and unrhythmic and you’re both nearing your orgasms. A white ring of your mixed juices forming at the base of his shaft

The noises of his hips slapping against your ass and the lewdness of both of your moaning fills the room. Still holding your thighs to your stomach, he leans forward and rests your calves over his shoulders so he can drive himself deeper into you. He then reaches down between your legs and rubs your clit roughly, chasing his high, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels your walls contract and squeeze his cock. “I want you to look at me hermosa…I wanna see your pretty face when you cum for me” he groans

He knows you're close so he positions himself to be brushing your g-spot every single time he pumps into you. Your thighs shake and you press your nails into his back but he's too pussy drunk to care. You scream out his name and tears fall from your eyes as your orgasm rips through your body. With the way you were sucking him in, and the moans you got out of him, you were practically milking him. Seeing your body spasming, writhing in pleasure under him, all while you look at him with tears in your eyes, god that really does something to him.

Miguel growls as he feels your orgasm wash over you, pushing deeper into you, hips shuddering. His own orgasm soon follows, pulsing hotly inside you as he groans out his warm release, eyes squeezing shut while he mumbles incoherent spanish and pathetic moans into your ear. The two of you are panting and exhausted and he lets his body collapse on yours

“You did so good for me” he whispers and litters your face in kisses

He pulls out slowly with a groan, a stream of his cum flowing out from your slit and onto the desk. You both made quite a mess

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me, you know that?” He smiles seeing your flustered reaction and takes your sore calves off of his shoulders.

“Miguel!” You playfully slap his shoulder. “You shouldn’t say those things…”

“Even prettier when you cry too” he teases

He laughs at your response and kisses your face one more time “Come on lets get’s get you cleaned up”

Miguel helps you sit up on the desk and grabs a small towel from his half bathroom, damp with water. He spreads your thighs apart and wipes them off along with his desk, looking down at you with a soft expression on his face.

You wince at the coldness of it but appreciate his gentle gestures. You never thought he could be so gentle. He was always stern and serious, always rough.

“Sorry, I’ll try to hurry up.”

After he cleans you off, he cleans himself off and dresses again. He gives you one of his lab coats since y’know…he kinda ripped your clothes earlier. He thought it looked so cute on you, oversized and almost dragging on the floor

Carrying you to the couch of his office, he kisses your forehead and covers you with a small blanket so you can rest your body. He really did a number on you. You don’t even think you’ll be able to walk for a for a few hours…

“You should try and sleep. Ill wake you up in an hour or so”

“But what about the testing-”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it”

You nod and he looks at you almost lovingly and brushes the hair out of your face. He stayed by you until gave in to your exhaustion and fell asleep

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED MY FIRST FANCICTIONNN 🫶🏾 (Dick so good he put you to sleep LMAO) I dont actually know when Ill have the time again to write but I’ll keep you all posted. Please please please leave me advice and most of all requests for inspiration!! 🙏🏾See you in a while!!