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We can assume based on how I portray the two that they're both the protective type.

As a result they'd tolerate sharing you.

Peter no doubt would be the one to fall for you first.

But first he'd try to get Miguel used to you, the start of breaking down his friend's walls.

The two have very different intensities but overall have the same goal: keeping you safe, like heroes (and lovers) should.

Peter is softer and more delusional, he clings to you with the hostility of a teddy bear.

Then there's Miguel who is rougher and more possessive, clinging to you with the possessiveness of a beast.

Peter is the faster obsession while Miguel takes longer.

If they're sharing then Peter would make Miguel's obsession develop faster by having you three get to know each other.

You can bet your home quickly becomes Miguel's office the moment the two obsessions start.

Peter is relatively lax in his obsession.

Such a thing frustrates Miguel since he hates how carefree/lazy Peter is at times.

How are they supposed to protect you if he acts like this!?

Miguel as a result is much more serious and strict.

Peter would be the one to drag you into cuddles and praises.

While Miguel would be one to enforce things, such as punishments and isolation. He's the driving force once he's on board.

The two of them have a craving for a sense of family.

In this AU Peter is still divorced, so he's chasing the feeling he had before with you.

Meanwhile Miguel has his own backstory with family, even replacing an alternate version of himself to have one.

The two Spider-Men feel they have a chance to have a family if they both have you.

Between the two of them there would be a lot of manipulation and isolation.

Miguel is adamant that keeping you away from others and in the sight of Peter and him will keep you safe and happy.

Obviously Miguel can be more intimidating with his methods... so Peter comes in to comfort and reassure you.

I imagine Peter would remind Miguel to be nicer around you.

Neither of them would kill but may get violent if they felt they were threatened by an anomaly or another Spider-Person.

Miguel comes off as scary but he's really just trying to do the right thing like any Spider-Person.

And Peter? ... for the most part very harmless.

Miguel is more possessive with affection, he'd be the one to mark/bite, bruise your lips with kisses, leave marks, etc.

Meanwhile Peter is soothing with his affection yet starved, he'd give you softer kisses and gentle touches yet at times never leave your side for hours.

Really once you're brought to the Spider Society, even as a Spider-Person, like in the Miguel concept you can't escape.

Miguel will drag you back, scold you, perhaps even suggest punishment... before Peter comes in.

Peter would calm everyone down even though you did worry him.

Peter can help you at times unless you upset him.

After that he lets Miguel deal with things.

Honestly, if they had to, they have ways of keeping you trapped.

Many ways....

You see, it would be better if you accept the fact they're protecting you.

Freedom right now may be too dangerous for their sweetheart.

That's okay, your boyfriends will show you that they do this out of love for you...

After what seems like hours of running, you’ve arrived in some sort of warehouse, dead and silent. Dripping pipes and crunching glass are the only sounds accompanying your heaving breaths.

But just when you thought you’re safe, a sudden whirring noise rings through the air, echoing around you.

There’s a hovering gash, pulsing and glowing, omitting a flurry of blue particles. A burst of sparks, red and orange, rip open this cosmic, hexagonal wound to reveal a vacuum of time and space.

You make out a burly shape slipping out of it.

The portal leaves as quickly as it came, disappearing in a flash of light. A masked figure stands on the deserted warehouse floor, unmoving.

Using your webs, you pull yourself up to the beams of the roof, hiding and looking down.

You already know who it is.

Pulling the navy mask from his face, wavy hair ruffled and eyes dark, Miguel looks around the seemingly vacant room — you’re nowhere to be seen.

“I know you’re in here,” he drawls out, voice heavy. “It’ll be a lot quicker for me, and easier on you, if you just come out now.”

You say nothing, waiting with bated breath.

So does he.

He clicks his tongue, eyes rolling in irritation.

“Fucking…fine!” the brunette tuts, teeth gnashing together, chest heaving as he sighs. “You want to play a little hide-and-seek? Be my guest.”

Right now, you’re barely paying attention to his rambling; your gaze remains locked on a chance of escape.

Embedded in a wall across the room, is a vent.

You might get to it. If you’re quick enough.

Doing your best to stay quiet, perched on the balls on your feet, you slink across the metal beam, using only the webs of your palms to move with haste.

Shuddery breaths slip through your lips as you pull yourself closer to freedom.

“Oh, I forgot to mention one thing,” Miguel‘s voice echoes out from somewhere down below.

But, stupidly, you pause.

You take the chance to peek down, and the sight makes your heart fall — Miguel is stood by a light switch, one sharp finger resting against the button.

He’s looking straight at you, eyes crinkled in a humourless smile.

“We’re playing by my rules.”

And suddenly, the room flickers into a sea of black.

You manage to bury your scream somewhere between your chest and throat. One hand remains slapped over your mouth, tears pouring silently. You cling to the rafter, pressing your whole body down, swallowing wordless pleas.

Cold metal grunts beneath your nails. The sounds of creaking and shuffling echo around you, calling out in the dark.

Then, it’s eerily silent.

Hallowed breaths shake from your ribs. Your throat burns, and you blink rapidly, trying to find some sense of direction in this surrounding inky abyss.

But it’s no use; you need to get out here now.

You muster up the courage to drop to the floor, perching on the balls of your feet. Droplets of water splash around you, and force back a squeal, fists clenched, adrenaline rushing.

You swivel around, waiting for the reach of a clawed hand.

Still, nothing.

Unbeknownst to you, Miguel’s fighting back to urge to pounce on you right now, forcing his hand away from his crotch. But the look of pure anguish on your face has his cock harder than ever.

You’re pivoting on your feet every second, trying to make out where he can be.

It’s like he’s everywhere.

“Y’know, I had to force LYLA to show me your location on the Quantum Map?” his voice travels.

Gasping, you turn, swinging at the dark. White, hot thrill pulses through veins, pulsing through your body, tempting you with a high you can’t find anywhere else.

“Threatened to dismantle her software,” Miguel chuckles. You can hear the smirk in his tone. “It was funny, you should’ve heard her beg.”

“See?” you breathe out, head swivelling. “Even your personal AI knows you’re a fucking psycho,”

“That’s a pretty ballsy thing to say for someone who’s scared of me,” the dark calls out. The sound of deep laughter chimes around.

You swallow hard, blinking — it’s not a secret.

You are scared of him.

A majority of people, in the Spider Society or not, are scared of Miguel. He’s used to the looks of agitation, the fleeting glances, the scurrying.

But for some reason, he takes great pride knowing he can make you twitch.

“Do I scare you?” he whispers, humming your name. He sounds so close, words brushing your ear.

Behind you, a heavy claw reaches out of the dark, running gently up your spine — a warning.

The movement has you rushing forward, scrambling away, hiccuping out a scream.

You start to run, panicked.

Where to, you don’t know, but you’re running, fast and blindly.

Shoes hitting the floor with each step, you stumble and drag yourself forward, staggering through this maze of black, feeling the walls for any sign of exit.

Miguel follows your movements, waiting for his moment to strike, hard and true.

He watches the way you pull the mask from your face, breathing heavily in frustration, nimble hands tugging at the bolted doors and windows.

He smiles, seeing the panic settle in on your features when you realise you’ve run out of web fluid, leaving you stranded on this warehouse floor.

Suddenly, he hears nails scratching the concrete. He watches on as you grope the floor blindly, feeling out for something.

“No,” you whisper to yourself. “S-shit, fucking shit!”

Then, it clicks. Finally, the last domino has fallen.

Miguel grins in the shadows, eyes resting on the puddle by his feet. A soft glow shimmers against the water, revealing something digital and sunken.

You’ve dropped your portal watch.

How could you have lost it? It was just on your wrist. How could have been so careless, so stupid? Now, you’re trapped.

No longer relying on your silence, you begin to kick hard at the chained doors, grunting and groaning as the iron jangles.

Right now, you don’t have the time to fucking critique yourself, you need to leave.

“Fucking. Open!” you breathe out, booting at the metal. The head of the lock begins to bend, the doors shaking under the weight of your blow.

But just as hope begins to beam, a sudden crackling thud booms above you.

You turn.

The end of the warehouse is flooded in light, fluorescents humming. As you peer down, a tall figure crouches, and stands, facing you.

Miguel’s grinning hard, fangs and claws on show.

Your stare, eyes wide, and begin to kick harder at the door.

Bang.

The second light follows, illuminating the ground with a musky yellow. That figure in the distance grows closer and closer.

You can hear his feet pounding against the floor.

Bang.

Just as the third light shines down, the door shatters out, and a scream crawls up from your throat.

Miguel lunges at you, fangs bared, tackling you to the ground.

Heavy hands wrap around your throat, crumpling your shrieks to mere cries as the pair of you topple.

You’re cursing, kicking, flailing as much as you could, pummelling at his chest, arms, anything you can reach.

The larger man has settled himself between your legs, pinning you to the floor.

“C’mon, tú zorra, keep hitting me,” he grunts, goading you with a grin. “Fucking see what happens.”

In the tussle, you manage to punch him hard in his ribs, releasing an audible crack.

Miguel sucks in a breath, cold through the teeth as his brows . His jaw is set, tense and square. Rich brown eyes growing ever darker.

Before you can even think, a fist locked in the tresses of your hair, yanking hard. Pain burns at your scalp as Miguel tugs your head to the side, exposing the flesh of your neck.

A flash of teeth, a shining wink of a blood-tinged fang. Then he bites down.

Hard.

The world blurs for a quick second.

You feel flesh tear, and the smell of hot, wet metal fills the air. Miguel is almost growling against you. Canines shift beneath your skin.

Something, warm and sticky, is dripping down your neck. The room feels so clammy all of a sudden.

Vision softening, everything is a wave of colours and sounds. You can barely slur out your confusion as Miguel’s hands run along the shape of you, ghosting your clothed cunt.

“Y’wanna act like a bitch, huh?” Miguel hisses — you feel fabric tearing, pulling against your skin. Goosebumps decorate your body as you lay half naked on the ground.

“Looks like I’ve gotta remind who fucking owns you.”

Two fingers push against your mouth, and you’re too weak to fight against them. Saliva escapes from the corners of your lips and covers your chin as Miguel’s digits press against your tongue.

He tastes like blood and salt.

Your eyes flutter shut as you moan around his fingers, blinking out tears.

“You pathetic little slut,” Miguel’s huffing out a laugh, grasping your face, thrusting his middle and forefinger back and forth, grinning as you choke.

Miguel feels your fingers careening against the stiff muscle of his forearm creeping along his shoulders to find home in his hair, ready to pull again.

He jolts, moving quick to pin them against the floor with one heavy hand— despite the Rapture flowing through your bloodstream right now, he wasn’t dumb to let you even attempt to get a hold on him.

He tears his fingers from your mouth, slamming his lips to yours, tongue pushing past your teeth.

You couldn’t even find the strength to fight back right now — all you can feel is him. His body on you, hands groping, his mouth melding against yours.

Miguel finds your futile efforts quite cute. But your struggling isn’t helping you at all, and it’s only turning him on.

He’s grinning against your skin, pressing soft kisses against your jaw, down your neck. The sudden switch has you tense, wary, like a deer in headlights.

“Turn over.” The sentence wasn’t a request, but a demand.

One that he wasn’t patient enough to wait for.

Within a second, he’s got you flipped over, face pressed against the cold flood, arms pinned behind your back. Your bare ass sticks up in the air, and Miguel strikes the skin hard.

Choked pleas fall from your lips, but that doesn’t stop him. One, two, three more times you feel the roughness of his palms against your ass.

Your skin is singing in pain, every nerve set aflame at each swat.

“Ngh, God! I’m sorry! ” you squeal out, “I’m sorry!”

Miguel’s jaw is set once more, eyes steely as he stares straight at your glistening cunt.

“Oh, you’re sorry?” he breathes out, each word dripping in ridicule. A rough finger presses against the hot wetness building between your legs, sticky and sweet.

“No, you’re not. Not yet.”

A loud cry escapes you as Miguel plunges his cock, swollen and hard, deep in the sweltering heat of your cunt. Sharp pain throbs within you for a brief second, pulsing between your leg.

Fangs bared, Miguel groans at your grip. “Fucking hell.”

Tears drip down your face, darkening the concrete as each drop falls with every surge of his hips, the fat of your behind smashing against his abdomen.

“Oh, my G-God,” you stutter out sacrilege, nails biting in your palms. “Fuck, Miguel.”

As much as you want to hate this, hate him, you can’t control how your body feels. Your hips appear to have a mind of their own, pushing back in his grip. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each move, walls hugging his length with a tightness he’s never felt before.

There’s a sweltering mix of pain and pleasure, sweetness and salt, swirling inside of you as he’s hitting every goddam spot. Right now, you’re in limbo, on edge, just waiting for that one moment to push you into bliss.

And Miguel knows it. He can feel it. Smell it. Taste it, practically.

Yet, he’s seething.

How dare you enjoy yourself after making go to all this trouble? How do you have the fucking gall to find joy in this?

Heavy grunts escaping through his gritted teeth as his stray hand releases abandon your clasped wrists, only to grip at the back of your neck and push your face further into the ground.

“Dumb. Little. Slut,” he spits, emphasising on each word with a further thrust of his cock, drilling faster, harder, in the hot, wet mess of your cunt. “‘Course y’fuckin’ enjoying this. Never known a girl more hungry f’dick than you.”

You could only hiccup out small pleas as the taller man berates you with scorching insults, accompanied with a mocking laugh that melts into a moan.

Miguel wants to last longer - truly, he does. Nothing is more a sight for sore eyes than the pleading, whimpering mess you are.

But the sounds you’re making and the feeling of your walls tightening in on him, pulls him closer and closer to release quick than he intends.

He can’t help himself.

“Take it, hah, you…fuck…mi corazón.”

You whimper, eyes slinking shut as you breathe out a choked, “A-anything for you.”

With those last three brazen words, Miguel gives one final thrust, leaning over you to bite down on the curve of your neck as he comes — you’re both seeing stars.

It feels like you’re melting, from the inside out.

You can barely comprehend anything but these ebbing waves of sweet pleasure humming from between your twitching legs as you come, your plumped lips caught between your teeth so hard, you can taste blood.

Miguel’s rolling his hips in time with yours, panting, whimpering in your ear as he rides out this high for as long as he can, whispering sweet nothings and broken promises against your body.

You can feel this white mess sticking to your thighs, smeared against your abdomen, dripping with small plinks onto the cold concrete.

Miguel presses open-mouthed kisses down your back, running his tongue over the indents his fangs left in your skin.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet.” A hand returns to the nape of your neck, clutching at your hair.

A familiar wave of dread washes over you.

“Miguel?” you called from the bedroom. He perked his head up.

“Sí, I’m home,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You rounded the corner, only to giggle.

“Miguel? Why are you still wearing your suit?” you asked with a bubbly voice. His heart nearly stopped when you slipped your hand into his, squeezing it a little. He hissed between gritted teeth and flinched away. Your smile fell.

“Did you get hurt?” you asked. Miguel remained silent for a few moments.

“A little bit,” he muttered. His eyes widened as you brought your hand up to cup his covered cheek.

“Miguel, let me see,” you said with a soft yet stern tone. Miguel swallowed as he shook his head.

“Bebé, it’s late. You need to get some sleep-don’t worry about me,” he tried to reassure you. You slid your thumb along his cheek and shook your head.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said with a firm nod. Miguel smiled a little at your stubbornness, though he felt guilt creep back into the space inside his chest. With a heavy exhale, he slowly let this mask fade away. Your breath audibly hitched when you saw his swollen black eye and bruised jaw. You inspected his face, carefully tilting it side to side before letting your hand fall back into his.

“Did you go get checked out?” you asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, they told me to come home and rest,” Miguel shrugged. You hummed as you gently stroked over his knuckles with your thumb.

“Well…I’m all ready for bed. Why don’t we relax together?” you suggested with a purr. Miguel cracked a wry smile as he snaked his hand around and pinched your asscheek. “Miguel!” you gasped. He chuckled before squeezing your hand and kissing your temple.

“Let’s head to the bedroom, then,” he whispered. Miguel was mesmerized by the way your body bounced as you led him to the room, your hips surely swaying side to side on purpose. You gazed at him with a soft smile before slipping onto the bed and patting your chest.

“Come on, Papi,” you giggled as you smoothed your hands over your breasts. Miguel licked his lips.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he smirked before carefully crawling on top of you. His features softened as he pressed his lips to yours, his muscles relaxing as he felt the soft warmth of your mouth. Miguel sighed as he slotted his hips over yours, smiling as he heard you squeak below him. It felt like an eternity before he pulled back. You parted your lips before he suddenly buried his face into your tits.

“Miguel!” you laughed as he shoved his nose deep into your cleavage. A low rumble rose from his chest as he nuzzled his face against your plush mounds, his greedy hands fondling your love handles. He remained between your breasts before slowly tilting his head to the side.

"I've missed you so much, cariño," he confessed. He heard your heartbeat quicken as you rested your hand over his dark, messy locks.

"I missed you, too, big bear," you smiled before kissing the crown of his head. Miguel grunted, the warmth of your plush tits making him sigh, his muscles relaxing with each breath. “Do you want to take a bath?” you asked as you brushed your hand through his hair. Miguel slowly shook his head, making you giggle when he groaned against your breasts. “Wanna just stay like this?” you inquired. He nodded as his hands remained on your waist.

You gasped when you felt his fingers brush down your upper thighs. Miguel flared his nostrils against your cleavage as his suit began to fade away. He heard your breath stutter as more and more of his skin became exposed, his naked chest resting against your stomach as he nipped at the top of your shirt.

“Mmm, muñeca,” Miguel purred as his cock twitched between his muscular thighs [doll]. You swallowed as he squeezed your waist, his pupils dilating as he swiped his tongue over the crevice between your breasts.

“M-Miguel,” you gasped as your hands found purchase on his shoulders. Miguel hissed when you accidentally squeezed a sore spot, pain instantly shooting through his upper body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you said before withdrawing your hands. The hulking man simply pouted at your lack of touch.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Miguel smiled softly before tilting your head up. He raised one of his thick brows as he saw a familiar light in your eye.

“What’s on your mind, hermosa?” Miguel whispered as he rubbed slow, small circles on your hips. You shifted your shoulders a little, nearly squishing his lips between your tits.

“I was thinking…maybe you could lie down and let me take care of you tonight,” you murmured before tugging your shirt down. Miguel froze when he felt your breasts spill out from your clothes, your tits jiggling as they sprang free. His cock twitched as he licked his lips.

“Hm, and what did you have in mind?” he smirked. You bit your bottom lip again before shifting beneath him.

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” you whispered before pecking his cheek. Miguel felt warmth spread from head to toe as he slowly pushed himself up.

“Then by all means, lead the way,” he said as he made room for you to switch places. Your features brightened almost instantly as you slipped off the bed. Miguel watched with hungry eyes as you wiggled out of your clothes, revealing your curvaceous form. You glanced at him, chest rising and falling as you slung one of your legs over his sharp waist. A lump formed in his throat as you arched your back, your round, voluptuous ass shaking against his abs.

“Que lindo culo, Mami,” Miguel husked before taking two handfuls of your bum into his palms [Such a cute ass, Mommy]. You mewled as he played with your cheeks, his cock growing harder with each pull, squeeze and tug of your soft ass. He groaned as he felt you slowly rock your hips, spreading your slick against his taut lower stomach.

“Mmm, bebé, por fa-I haven’t tasted you in so long,” Miguel swallows thickly [baby, please]. You released a shaky breath as he slid his thumbs over the globes of your ass, his tongue feeling dry and cracked without the taste of your sweet nectar. “Please, cariño. Tengo sed,” he uttered with a shaky breath [honey; I’m thirsty].

“B-But Miguel, what if I-“ you moaned when he reached an arm around your waist, his hand finding your clit as on instinct. A wave of heat rushed over his body as he circled his finger around your puffy button.

“I don’t care. I’m already bruised and battered…what better way for me to go out than eating my favorite meal, hm?” Miguel hummed as he playfully pinched your clit. Even more blood rushed to his cock when he felt your pussy gush against his stomach, your slick coating his v-lines as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Papi,” you whined as Miguel circled your clit a little faster. He chuckled as your ass slid closer to his face.

“Sí conejita…give me this sweet pussy of yours while you suck my cock,” Miguel growled, his broad chest rising and falling as you ground your drooling sex against his stomach [Yes bunny]. His heart fluttered as he watched you shift on top of him, your thighs slotting around his head as you lowered your lips. He grunted against your drenched slit as you puffed a breath of hot air against his cock. Miguel slid his hands to cup your ass as he flicked his tongue out, drawing a gasp from you. He kneaded the flesh of your bum as he suddenly shoved your hips against his face, his tongue fully submerged within your folds as he moved his head side to side.

“M-Micky!” you cried out as he flattened his tongue over your labia. He smirked against your warm cunt, his wet muscle yearning to dive inside your pulsating walls. Miguel flinched when he felt your soft lips press against the head of his flush dick. He nearly hiccuped as he felt your juices flood his mouth.

Miguel closed his eyes as you wrapped your mouth around his tip, suckling on it gingerly like a lollipop. You squealed when he grabbed your ass and squeezed it harshly. You suddenly sank down on his shaft, the feeling of your wet inner cheeks stretching to accommodate his size causing him to release a loud moan. He just barely bucked his hips forward as you pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he thought as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your arousal across his chin as he slurped and lapped at your dripping sex. He opened his mouth and enveloped his lips against your pretty folds as you began to bob your head up and down his length, the tip of his heavy cock gently tapping against the back of your throat.

Both of you moaned as the lewd, wet sounds of your mixed pleasures cascaded through the small bedroom.

“So sweet,” Miguel thought as he licked a bold stripe up and down your cunt. He parted for a brief moment before diving back in as if the intoxicating taste of your pussy was more important than air itself. He relished in the way your drool dripped down his shaft with every bob of your head, your spit dribbling down to coat one of your hands at the base of his shaft.

He shivered when you moaned around his dick as he traced a plethora of quick, sloppy “I-L-Y’s” along your slit. He could feel your entrance pucker against his lips before he slowly prodded at it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mph,” you groaned, the vibrations of your little sounds of pleasure making his cock pulse between your cheeks. Miguel grinned before he let his wet muscle sink inside your juicy hole. Your lover squeezed your supple flesh as you rocked his hips against his face, your engorged clit rubbing against his chin as he pumped his tongue along your gummy walls. He couldn’t help the way his hips twitched and thrusted into your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the knot in his lower belly growing tighter and tighter.

“Mi corázon-sabes deliciosa,” the thought repeated like a broken record as he curled his tongue inside your delicious cunt [My heart-you taste delicious]. He moaned as he heard you gag a little, his cock now lodged inside your tight throat as he sharply thrusted into your mouth, his balls slapping up and down as you whined. He could only imagine the pretty sight of your lips straining around his girth, but the image was quickly lost when you suddenly squeezed his testicles in your warm hand.

His eyes rolled back as his hips snapped up, pleasure ripping through his exhausted body as he moaned. His cock twitched as he emptied down your throat, coating your esophagus and mouth with thick ropes of his hot, sticky cum. Everything felt so clear and fuzzy at the same time as he gently rocked his hips, his body overwhelmed with pure bliss.

Miguel sighed against your sex as he floated back down from his high. He grunted as you slowly pulled yourself off of his thick, meaty rod, his softening cock slipping past your lips as a bead of cum swelled over his slit. He squeezed your waist when you audibly swallowed his spend, the sound echoing inside his mind. He felt your smile as you kissed his lip, your tongue swiping over his slit with a small, wet kitten lick. He smirked before gently dragging his tongue along your gummy walls, savoring the grip your pussy had on his thick muscle.

“M-Miguel,” you gasped, your voice slightly hoarse as your thighs shook around his head. Miguel chuckle, the sound making your walls flutter around his tongue as he swirled, thrusted and lapped inside your hole. You cried and rolled your hips, your pussy squelching as Miguel quickened his movements.

“Papi, f-fuck!” you sobbed. Miguel groaned as he felt your soft body grind against his, your ass jiggling just above him as he devoured your cunt. He grinned against your slit before suddenly making a loud slurping sound. He patted his lips as you stiffened above him, a wave of your cum flooding his mouth as your walls gripped and convulsed around his tongue.

Miguel rubbed his hands up and down your curvy hips and ass as you rode on his face, your sweet juices coating his tastebuds as you moaned and whined above him. You rocked your hips a few more times before your walls loosened around his muscle, your thighs still shaking as you took a deep, shaky breath. Miguel pulled out with a slick “pop” before kissing your drenched cunt.

“Thank you for the delicious meal, hermosa,” your lover purred as he patted your ass. You whimpered above him before slowly turning around. Miguel felt his cheeks glow with heat when he saw your fucked out face-eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and parted. He smiled as you gently laid yourself on top of him, your breasts flush against his as he kissed the top of your head.

“Why don’t we take that bath you suggested earlier, hm?” he suggested with a whisper. You smiled against his clavicle as you shifted your gaze.

“I’d love that,” you smiled warmly.

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