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A silent Spider-Man is a terrifying Spider-Man - if heโs not cracking jokes, then it means heโs 100% focused on taking you down. You, a run-of-the-mill two-bit hoodlum, are running for your life from a Spider-Man who has not uttered a single word.
Asking for advice, please feel free to message, send asks, or comment. I'd love feedback :)
As a person who's white and wants to make this more of an account-inclusive blog. How can I go around making sure I don't offend people with my writing?
I try my best to never use the words 'your face turned red' as that simplifies that the reader is white; as well as adding detail to the hair and body type. Though, sometimes I unintentionally add them.
For future inputs, how can I avoid these words and add fewer details to the reader's type? I want to make this blog as welcoming as it can be to everyone.
Focus on the personality (obv) but when the character is say, admiring the reader, you don't have to use e/c or whatever, just describe the beauty of the actual feature. I see a lot of "He stared into your e/c eyes, they were beautiful" And I mean that's one way to do it I guess, but it's a bit bland.
Try connecting it to a piece of your readers personality. "He stared into your eyes, he loved them, he loved them for the way they crooked up when you laughed, loved them for the way they fluttered closed when you told a story-" Admiration doesn't always have to be physical, and more often than not you admire something for the feeling it gives you.
Like, you don't love your family simply because they are your blood, you might love them because they did things with you, took you on trips, made you feel better when you were sad etc. You like people for the shared experiences
It feels more real when you do it the second way, and it makes it more inclusive :)
But for things like hair, its more difficult, and I usually try not to talk about it at all, but if the situation calls for it I try to be vague, or list in the warnings. I usually just describe the outline, "It draped over your shoulders and hung over the back of the dress like luxurious silk." But of course, that is already assuming the reader has long hair. But usually most readers can just imagine for that scenario.
Your goal is not to break the immersion, and the best way to do that is think of your reader insert/character as a mere silhouette or more of a shadow so you're forced to think of more internal qualities to focus on. Like what would you know if you were only talking to someone on the phone, or in a dark room? But again, trust your reasoning or just do some research.
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hellooo !! i hope youโre having a wonderful day and that youโre taking care of yourself ๐ฉต could yuu pls do a miguel x plus-size!reader ?. Iโve kinda looked everywhere and canโt find any (yuu donโt have to do it if youโre not comfortable with it)
Hi babes! I'm doing so good thank you <3
My writing doesn't usually have a lot of descriptions and I really try to keep my reader insert shapeless so everyone can enjoy it! I'm sorry if the reader insert didn't resonate with you, but the reader is very much supposed to be you.
My reader is nameless and shapeless unless specified in the warnings, the only specifications for this one (assuming you're coming from reading my Jellybeans fic) was that the reader was female.
And most of the times I prefer to just keep my reader-insert nameless and shapeless since that's really all I work with i'm sorry!
it really sucks to see people turning towards creating & chatting with character ai's rather than reading fanfictions anymore... and if you still don't think ai is impacting the writing community negatively then you're part of the problem
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐๐ฐ - !: Age-gap he's a DILF (early 30s), and the reader is in early 20s. Brat-taming? Cunnilingus, fucking on a table, clit stimulation, over stim?, teasing, my humour ( a tw in itself), Miguel being a bit bitchy, dick description ๐. A plot. Sorta.
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐ฐ๐ - !: 5.2k ๐งโโ๏ธThis was supposed to be short 'nd sweet... don't even look at me.
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ - !: When your crush returns forma mission, looking particularly uptight you figure it'll just be another day. Not quite.
You were chatting with Margo, she was looking to you for help deciding her next hair-style, and you were more than happy to help her browse.
"French curls?" You asked, pointing a picture on one of the halographic screens.
"While they are literally adorable, they might get in the way." She explained, and you nodded.
"But like, half the time you have your hair out anyways. Why not throw it in a pony tail and just go?" You reasoned, and she nodded, a small contemplative frown pulling on her forehead.
"No, because if its that long- i'm just gonna be grabbed and like- flung around like a fuckin' ragdoll." She grinned, that happend once- the poor girl- a new intern had just gotten beautiful braids that very day- who would've known that she would've parted with them so soon.
Courtesy of a one very large and stupid anomaly.
"Maybe passion twists? I could help you pick out some charms, I got a bunch of new ones from the aquarium-" You were rambling before Hobie swaggered into the little lobby. "Hey." You smiled, before continuing on your rant. "-I even got some of those star charms, the good ones that stay in."
Margo greeted Hobie with a look, spinning in her chair before dapping him up with a mutual nod of acknowledgement. "Why not get some wicks. We'll match, Kess." They both stared at eahc-other, stone faced. It was their little creepy, silent bit. They mostly did it to freak other people out. You said they reminded you of the twins from the shining
"Hell no! I would probably hurl myself out of this buidling if someone confused me for you of all people. You smell musty half the time." She laughed at her own joke, a smile over her cheeks. They squabbled, but you were a little to busy to keep listening. Busy preparing your next quip.
Not for them, for them you had love and respect. But Miguel? Miguel was just someone to fuck with. Never mind the fact that you were basically just playing off your nervousness with humour. He was stiff as a rock, so either he just didn't notice or really just didn't give a single flying fuck.
Either way, you were still hell-bent on making sure you turn his frown into a well-earned scowl. There wasn't much a of a difference between the two expressions, but it was funny as all hell to watch.
The man in question started strutting his way into the room, you noticed his shoulders were more tense than usual, and his face was already scrunched up. It seems somebody had already done your work for you.
You could practically feel the scolding coming your way as you started slowly pacing after him. He turned down the hall to his make-shift office and you quietly walked behind him, your feet tapping on the floor in your flats. Usually you would've nabbed some shoes from Hobie's closet, but he was on pretty high alert last time you stayed the night, so you couldn't exactly leave with anything.
You pushed your crush to the deepest-darkest pit of your stomach, and focused on trying to formulate the juiciest, most response garnering jabs you could. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't we?" You muttered, a bit of a baby voice kicking your insult into high-gear.
"Don't." He hissed, his voice crawling up his throat, a rumble that came straight form the wide expanse of his chest. He didn't even raise his hand this time, you didn't get your warning. Where was the warning? Was he so pissed off that warnings were out the window?
While you were internally panicking he went about his business, he wasn't about to shoo you out of the room, because you were actually, annoyingly, helpful. And slightly, mildly entertaining. He couldn't stop the tension slightly bleed out of his shoulders, watching you teeter on your feet, lightly swaying in your anxiety.
You were sweet, and had half a mind for common sense. You were even somewhat reliable. In short, you didn't give him a headache... -As badly as the others at least. He let his mask fade away, and you could see his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
You watched carefully as his jaw slowly ticked an his shoulder lightly relaxed, he looked less like a sleep-paralysis demon and more man now. And lemme just say, that was a lot'a man over there.
"What's got you so pissy?" You wouldn't dare say bitchy, unless you really did want to die, a sad, miserable, painful death. You instead went for the cute word you got from Hobie. When he didn't respond you pushed a little more, lenaing on one of the desks
"Not like it's hard to get you angry," you picked a trinket, rolling it between your fingers before placing it back on it's sleek metal surface. "Jus' wondering what it is this time."
He side-eyed you over his shoulder, and you swore you could see a grin pull at his lips, a beautiful little thing that made his cold-cut jaw look just a bit softer. "That, is none of your business. If you're not here to be useful, you can leave. The door is over there." He motioned vaguely to the metal slide-y doors.
"Thanks for the suggestion, but no thanks." You paced towards him and walked to one of the screens. Opening the recording of the latest mission. The most recent anamoly was a slippery bitch.
You webbed a chair, you know a cushion for your glorious ass and pulled a stolen bag of jelly beans from your bra.
"So now you're going to eat stolen food in my office?" He muttered, and when you turned he had an incredulous brow risen and a sarcastic grin on his beautiful fucking face.
"Yep. Maybe next time i'll pull up with some special brownies. Help you de-stress, Miggy." You sighed, twirling your chair so you were back facing the screen, slouching and trying to balance the jelly beans on your boobs. You focused on the action, carefully ignoring the heat in your cheeks.
"Me? Stressed?" He spoke, switching between screens with a sarcastic tone. He ignored the nick-name, every time he previously tried to get you to stop was shot down, not just by you but also by Jess, Hobie and even Peter and Mayday.
"Hey Miggy?" You murmured, still staring at the screen, popping yet another citrus jelly bean into your mouth.
"Yes," He answered,
"Why are there so many peter variants?" You asked, slowly going to spin in your chair.
"Peter Parker was the original." he stated, pulling two screens together to inspect a re-play of a particular move.
"What, so you're a knock-off?" You threw up a jelly bean, trying to catch it while you waited for his answer. he looked at you, unamused.
"Pretty much." He sighed, exasperated.
"Awe, don't be sad, you'll always be number one in my heart." You held up a little finger heart and winked at him before returning to your work.
"Jesus christ.." He muttered under his breath, you only giggled.
"Wait but technically you can't be a knockoff if you're different from Peter Parker. You got fangs and weird claws. You're different." You explained. Yeah, his claws were cool, jutting out from his oddly pretty fingers, supported by the muscles of his hands and encouraged by the veins that started at his knuckles and run up to his biceps.
You'd seen him fight, hell you've been up close and personal. You've seen the way he used brute force to force the look of elegance, the way his fluid movements are pushed by the strong muscles of his arms, and oh god his back. Not to mention his ass-
"Why are we talking about the genetic technicalities of my abilities?"
"Cause it's fun. Duh." You shrugged, jotting down a quick note and then swivelling your chair again. "Your abilities are different than mine, so naturally I'm intrigued."
"And you think calling me a knock-off will make me feel more inclined to elaborate?" He was talking like a grandma now. You groaned.
"Did I hurt your feelings?- Here, how about Spidey-2.0. There you go, better now Miggy?" You grinned under your breath, fighting the urge to toss one of the black or purple jelly beans at him, yknow to test his spidey senses. For scientific purposes.
Well, if it was for scientific purposes, then..
You swivelled your chair, tossed two beans all in the same movement. He raised his head, more like flicked it up form the screen, but didn't make any attempt to stop the two jelly beans. Well, he did catch them. And popped oen of the two in his mouth.
You physically recoiled, cringing in disgust. "Ew, what the fuck?" He motioned to you, the second purple jelly bean in his hand, in a sign of thanks. "No, that's gross. Do not eat that."
He looked you dead in the eyes, staring into your soul, before tossing the second one in his mouth. He then turned back to the screens like he didn't just terrorise you.
"So no spidey-sense, but incredible reflexes." He hummed in affirmation.
"Don't act so curious, it makes you looks obsessed with me." He cracked a smile, but the comment had already thrown you off. No it had tossed you into the fucking stratosphere. You just slowly turned, the chair squeaking as you turned to face him, read his expression to see if he was joking.
He was, thank god. But now it was his turn to be thrown off, narrowing his eyes at your own, which were still somewhat blown in shock.
You waved your hand, to get his eyes off you and to give yourself sometime to adjust.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You murmured, feeling guilty, especially since he was looking at you so intently. You did it to him all the time, but it wasn't so fun when the tables were turned. You would much rather keep your crush a secret. Y'know, explore that part of you on an incognito tab.
"What?" He asked, his lips pulling up into a slightly sadistic smile. "Can't handle a simple accusation?" You shook our head. It was honestly a little pathetic.
"Don't look at me like that."You accused, but you didnt sound all that confident in your own accusation. You pointed at him, god you wished you had your mask on, this would make things so much easier.
He sneered, and closed the screen in front of him. Most of the screens followed after that. Including yours. Suddenly you felt trapped as your own distraction, your only excused was torn from your fingertips.
The only light in that room, was from the few diagnostic and statistic screens that stayed open for him to monitor. he approached you, menacing, just as prey would approach prey. He didn't look tense but his fist curled at his sides, you couldn't see his smile anymore, but some part of you didn't want to.
"Look at you like what? The same way you look at me?" He muttered, summoning a screen and swiping around it, and you took your queue to turn your chair away from him.
"I do not gawk at you." You groaned.
"Gawk at you- I'm not gawking at you." He sounded genuinely offended, and you appreciated it. You were silently smiling and snickering to yourself, before your world shifted.
Well no, it twirled. And suddenly you were face to face with him. Your breath got caught in your throat, his eyes bore into yours. Your chair creaked under his weight, and you made painfully aware that most of his mass was pretty much just muscle.
He leaned in closer, looking at you quizzically. It made your brain short-circuit. And you did what seemed logical in that situation. You got up and walked away. Who the fuck does that? You couldn't have possibly made the situation more embarassing for yourself, but look at what you did.
"Nope." You said to yourself, collecting your jellybeans and pushing them back into your bra. "Not today, not tomorrow, not ever." You whispered.
"Where are you going?" He asked, you could hear his amusement in his tone.
"Away from you, and hopefully some hole that leads to hell." You put your head in your hands, and groaned.
"You can't walk out looking so embarrassed like that. You look like you might blow a fuse." He snickered to himself. "It's not I didn't know you had a little..." he thought of his wording, carefully. "-infatuation with me."
Now what the fuck? He was just going to let you ogle him? Let you give him goo-goo eyes for the rest of eternity? Did he enjoy your attention? Or maybe he just pitied you, having a crush on your boss was a real curse.
"What? So you were just going to lead me on? Publicly embarrass me for shits n gig's?" Your narrowed your eyes and swiftly turned to look at him, angrier than you've been in a while. "What so you jut like having the attention of a helpless girl? Bet it makes you feel much better about yourself huh."
He stayed silent, watching as your fists balled up at your sides and your brows furrowed over your eyes. Eyes that were slowly filling with un-shed tears, out of either frustration or red hot embarrassment.
"Or maybe I should thank you, saving me the embarrassment. God- what would happen to lil'ol me if people figured out I had a crush on my boss. Why not just reject me, so i can get over you and find someone else?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Or are you just a fucking creep?" You hissed. You sounded just as angry as you were.
He held up his hands in surrender. He looked all to pleased with your out-burst, it made you want to punch that fucking smirk off his face.
"I'm the creep? You follow me around like a fucking puppy." He approached you, closing the distance a few long strides, "Do your hair all pretty," he murmurs, he towered over you, and you still glared up at him, your hands crossed over your chest.
"So what! I'm just entertainment for you, right? So what does it matter." You flailed your arms, you felt like an angry child, he was looking at you like you were it pissed you off even more.
"Am I not allowed to appreciate pretty things, mi querida?" It wasn't often he used nick-names, he only referred to you by your name or not at all. So safe to say you were pretty baffled.
"I- wh- what the fuck! What's wrong with you?" you stuttered in confusion, you tried to blink away what could've very likely been a dream. "Did you hit your fucking head or something? I'm trying to be angry with you, you fucking idiot!"
"Mhm. Whatever you say." His words were condescending. He was looking at you like he knew exactly ow this was going to play out. "If you were truly angry, you would've left already. No matter how petty you are. You are exactly where you want to be."
You opened your mouth to speak, to protest- but you couldn't, because he was right. You were exactly where you wanted to be. You turned your face away form him, it felt like his stare might burn a hole through your head.
Instead, his finger hooked under your chin, pulling you to face him. You looked at him, he looked at you. You looked at his eyes, narrowed and dark as they watched you, you looked at his cheekbones as chiselled as they were, and they brought you to his faded smile lines, and to the lips that rarely ever grace a smile.
It was your move, your rocked up onto your tippy-toes, and held his jaw in one hand, pecking his lips, even if they were pulled into a displeased scowl. You pulled back, and searched his face for any regret, or really any negative emotion. You suddenly felt pretty guilty.
His pupils dialated, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you were really looking, and thank god you were, it was pretty charming to see the black over-taking the brown of his beautiful eyes. You were scared he didn't like the kiss, but you didn't really have time to doubt yourself when he suddenly surged forward, pushing his mouth to your own.
The force of the kiss pushed both of you backwards towards the table, and the clatter once you collided was nothing little- you both just didn't care. He placed his hand on the table for a moment, and you tangled one of yours in his hair- looping the other around his neck.
His fangs brushed and lightly scraped at your lips, before he pulled away, not before scraping his fangs across your bottom lip. The kiss left you dazed, dizzy even. "Fuck.." You muttered, he just grinned, and before you knew it, he had pulled you up to his chest, his hands under your ass, letting the plush flesh bleed through his open-fingered hold.
He placed you down at the edge of the table, not before you could wrap your legs around his sluttly little waist. "C'mon, Mami. Let's get this off, yeah?" He plucked at your one-piece, pulling the fabric before letting it fall back into place.
"It's a one piece." You muttered, "But, I, for one don't trust my suit enough to walk around butt ass naked underneath." You grinned at him before reaching for your zipper. Clearly he didn't appreciate your jab as much as you did, because it wasn't even a second after before your heard a RIPPPP coming from your suit- in between your legs more specifically.
"There."
"Dude- it was one jab." You watched as he tossed the piece of fabric aside, he didn't respond, instead he made you watch as he kneeled down, to be at the same height as your clothed pussy. His hands smoothed their way from under your ass to your hips, keeping you in place as he played with the plush of your thighs.
He smiled up at you, almost reassuringly as you slowly relaxed your legs. He squeezed at your hips and thighs as you let your legs fall open, planting kisses and hickeys a-plenty as he made his way up your thighs.
"Do you always take this long?" You whispered, mostly to yourself. He huffed a laugh and nipped at the inside of your thighs. "If you won't do it, I will." you snapped, he only smiled at you, his wide shoulders bullying your legs open around them.
"Do it then." He said. It was like time had paused, and you were half expecting a loading symbol to pop-up right in front of you. But no, you just stared blankly, your fingers tightening around their spot on the table. But you were no pussy.
You delicately raised one hand off the table, slid it down your stomach and under the elastic of your panties. You could feel the wet patch on the thin piece of fabric, you ignored it. It was your turn to do the intimidating, but it didn't really work, he was much more interested in watching your fingers move under the polka-dotted fabric of your panties.
You traced patterns over your pussy before moving down to gingerly rub lazy circles over your clit. You paid decent attention to your slit, slippery with slick as you teased yourself. You lazily let your head fall back, if he wasn't going to help you out you would do it yourself.
His hold tightened around your thighs, and you heard him tsk before another RIPPPP sounded in the otherwise quiet room. You looked down in slight hazed horror,
"My panties!-" You shrieked, moving your hand, no matter how soiled your fingers were- in the direction he was throwing them in. "You have to stop ripping my shit!"
"Shhh, it's fine, you're alright." He was talking to you as if you were an angry child, it felt condescending. You should've been embarrassed, really. But you weren't, for whatever reason. He gave a quick reassuring pat to your thigh before your protests were strangled by moans.
"I- OH fuck!" You shrieked, he licked a stripe up your cunt, tongue broad and wide, before latching onto your clit. Practically making out with your pussy. He made a satisfied noise into your pussy, and the vibrations made your hips buck further into his mouth.
Your soiled hand came back and tangled itself back into his hair. You didn't really care though. You tugged is face impossibly closer to your cunt, and he let out a pleased hum. One of his hands slid up to your hips, keeping you in place, and the other disappeared. Until you felt it prodding at your entrace, circling your entrance, before using the mix of your slick and his saliva as lube to push one of his fat fucking fingers inside.
You threw your head back, using your other hand to cover your mouth. The moan you would've let out would've been embarassing. More embarassing than letting your boss eat you out? Debatable.
The stretch of his finger was nice, burning for a few seconds before becoming a dull presence. With that, you tried to rock back onto his fingers with a whine. You let your hand fall from your lips so you could use it as leverage.
He was much too strong, even with one hand he kept you in place. But he seemed to get the message, he started moving his finger, and not too long after adding another. You hummed at the sensation, he curled his fingers just right and brushed up against that good spot that had you seeing stars.
You tugged his hand with a whiney moan, a familiar pressure was building in your gut, you covered your mouth with your hand again, god forbid you squeal. The coil in your core was becoming too much, and just as you were about to close your thighs around his head, he moved away from your pussy.
You whined at the loss, and tears welled at your lash line. This was the worst kind of betrayal. He gently pulled his fingers out of your hole, leaving you empty before he brought himself to his feet. When he saw your tears and the dazed look in your eye, he smiled- and failed to hide it, even as he wiped away your tears with his thumb. You untangled your hand form his hair and set it back to rest on the table. Using it to steady you.
"Shh, it's alright, you're fine. You wanna cum?" He asked, and your glared at him, but you believed he would give it you if you were honest. You nodded. "Y'r doin' so good, cariรฑo"
He hummed, running his other hand up and down your thighs before patting one as a sign for you to open them. You did as he told.
"That's my girl. See, at least someone here knows how to listen to instructions." His frustration form earlier was long gone, but if you knew him- he was never one to really let go of any grudges. His voice was nothing but a raspy drawl, and god did it sound lovely. Like leather and honey.
He slide his hand back to your cunt, smearing your own wetness over your thighs in the process. He came to your clit, and gave it a few lazy moments of attention before giving your pussy a few affectionate slaps. The contact made you jolt, all the while sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.
And that, is when the glorious moment came. The Hologram phased off his body, revealing he did in fact wear something underneath his suit. Sort of like biker shorts? But either way it was hot to watch the only barrier in the way disappear in the blink of an eye. That could probably fuel your fantasies for weeks.
You moved forward and kissed his cheek, smiling before running your hand down his muscles. His pecs, more affectionately known as his tits, down to his sides, where his ribcage met his snatched little waist, and finally to his abs. You trailed over his skin, tan and beautiful as you admired his years of hard work.
He only smiled, letting you do whatever you wanted. You trailed your hand down, and smiled even wider when you were met with his dark happy trail, leading to a poorly concealed bulge in his slutty little shorts. His hair was thick, glossy with a slight curl. It was pretty.
"So, the carpets do match the drapes." You snickered to yourself. He only scoffed, the banter gave you the confidence to slide your hand down the elastic of his shorts. He didn't wear boxers, apparently.
You had to wrestle with the fabric for a moment, but eventually you got it, pulling him out of the confines of his shorts so you could admire his dick in all its glory.
He was on the thicker side, and definitely proportional. He was heavy in your hand. If you were thinking his fingers were thick, and satisfying, well. He sat comfortably at 6-7 inches-ish, from what you could assume on the fly.
And he was well groomed. He had an oddly pretty dick. And the tip was a flushed peachy red. (No i'm not about to drop a colour code, but usually the colour of the tip is just a darker colour than the lips. But if ur desperate send an ask <3)
You hummed, taking him in your hand and giving a few expiremental strokes. He groaned, dropping his hands onto the table beside yours, caging you in and letting his head fall into your shoulder. This only egged you on further.
You fisted his cock and watched as he tried to stop himself from rocking his hips further into your grip. It was cute, and honestly a big fit for your ego to watch someone so huge restrain himself for your sake.
He raised his head from the crook of your neck, pecking your cheek before moving one hand to the small of your back, and the other to your hips. You looked him in the eyes and held your breath when you felt his tip against your entrance.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, like a loose hanging necklace while you mustered up all your bravery to watch. He pushed into you with a small but fluid roll of his hips. You let out a breathy whimper, and thank god it was quiet- or else you wouldn't have been able to hear him.
"Fuck." You bit your lip, even your own breathing might ruin the moment. "So fuckin' tight." He iterated his point further, rolling his hips again and pushing in a few extra inches. You only moaned, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.
He rocked into your slowly, moving your bodies in sync and finding a rhythm with ease, in- and out, like the waves on the shore. It was slow but he moved with purpose, each thrust left his tip rubbing deliciously on your g-spot, he had your eyes screwed shut and your toes curled as you wrapped them around his waist.
The dull stretch of his cock faded into small shocks of pleasure, which quickly turned into the familair build of anticipation for your own orgasm.
You must be tight as a vice, because the look on his face was superb. His brow furrowed, his hand gripping the table like a life-line and he was biting into his bottom lip, groaning every time he pushed in. The sight made you tighten around him, he only let his head hang, muttering curses.
"What,... you're no minute man,... right?" You asked, cheekily. He didn't appreciate this jab, either.
"You're so mouthy. You know that?" He looked at you, slowly his hips to just above a hover. "You can be so sweet cariรฑo. When you want to be." He hummed thoughtfully, and then his hips came to a full stop. You could only whine and start to protest.
"Oh come on-"
All of a sudden, his lips were on yours, distracting you while he pushed one leg up, and his either hand came to secure your hips. He pulled back and slammed is hips into yours, even going as far as to use your hips to pull you closer. You broke the kiss with a rather unseemly moan.
"ohmygod-" You squeaked. You could feel everything, no matter how fast he was going you felt every vein, even the one that run up the under side, disappear before the tip- every ridge, and his beautiful curve. Your lips were swollen and probably bruised form the kiss, and the rhythm was making your brain all hazy.
"Fuckfuckfuckfu-" You brought your fingers to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in a feverish daze. He groaned, but by the end it sounded more like a whimper, and his thrusts were starting to become lazy. His hold on your thighs tightened, and you could feel his claws barely graze your skin.
The hand under your knee pushed your leg further up, giving him better access while you felt his balls slap against the inside of your other thigh. You both were rocking the table now- as if you weren't before, evident from the metal tanging behind you and the rattle form underneath you.
"M'gonna cum- pleaseple-" You started begging, you only had a faint idea of what you were begging for at this point- but you knew it was important, so you kept doing it. He brought his head down, still using your hisp to force you down on his cock, and you felt his fangs on the column of your throat. The grazed the sensitive skin there, and you craned your head to give him access.
If this was all a ploy just so he could bite you, he deserved his reward. I mean, you got some good sex and he got his blood- win-win. Fair is fair. But no, his just smiled and started sucking hickeys that you were certain you would have to cover with your mask, and leaving sloppy kisses over your neck and jaw.
"Go ahead." it was more of a warning before, but hearing him give you permission- well that was the final push you needed. You circled your clit furiously, before your eyes rolled back. Your toes curled and your legs started to lightly shake as they lay against the table and over his broad shoulders. the wave of pleasure rolled through your body, and you threw your head back in a silent scream.
Your pussy fluttered too, tensing up like the rest of your body, effectively tightening around him. He doubled over with a Spanish curse and his hips sputtered. After you came, he followed soon after. His grip tightened, enough to leave bruises on a normal person, but neither of you cared. Both of you to blissed out as you gently fell back on the table.
He looked at you, his breathing even once again.
"Hows that for minute man?"
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ห โก โ๏ฝก๐๐ฐ - !: Age-gap he's a DILF (early 30s), and the reader is in early 20s. Brat-taming? Cunnilingus, fucking on a table, clit stimulation, over stim?, teasing, my humour ( a tw in itself), Miguel being a bit bitchy, dick description ๐. A plot. Sorta.
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐ฐ๐ - !: 5.2k ๐งโโ๏ธThis was supposed to be short 'nd sweet... don't even look at me.
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ - !: When your crush returns forma mission, looking particularly uptight you figure it'll just be another day. Not quite.
You were chatting with Margo, she was looking to you for help deciding her next hair-style, and you were more than happy to help her browse.
"French curls?" You asked, pointing a picture on one of the halographic screens.
"While they are literally adorable, they might get in the way." She explained, and you nodded.
"But like, half the time you have your hair out anyways. Why not throw it in a pony tail and just go?" You reasoned, and she nodded, a small contemplative frown pulling on her forehead.
"No, because if its that long- i'm just gonna be grabbed and like- flung around like a fuckin' ragdoll." She grinned, that happend once- the poor girl- a new intern had just gotten beautiful braids that very day- who would've known that she would've parted with them so soon.
Courtesy of a one very large and stupid anomaly.
"Maybe passion twists? I could help you pick out some charms, I got a bunch of new ones from the aquarium-" You were rambling before Hobie swaggered into the little lobby. "Hey." You smiled, before continuing on your rant. "-I even got some of those star charms, the good ones that stay in."
Margo greeted Hobie with a look, spinning in her chair before dapping him up with a mutual nod of acknowledgement. "Why not get some wicks. We'll match, Kess." They both stared at eahc-other, stone faced. It was their little creepy, silent bit. They mostly did it to freak other people out. You said they reminded you of the twins from the shining
"Hell no! I would probably hurl myself out of this buidling if someone confused me for you of all people. You smell musty half the time." She laughed at her own joke, a smile over her cheeks. They squabbled, but you were a little to busy to keep listening. Busy preparing your next quip.
Not for them, for them you had love and respect. But Miguel? Miguel was just someone to fuck with. Never mind the fact that you were basically just playing off your nervousness with humour. He was stiff as a rock, so either he just didn't notice or really just didn't give a single flying fuck.
Either way, you were still hell-bent on making sure you turn his frown into a well-earned scowl. There wasn't much a of a difference between the two expressions, but it was funny as all hell to watch.
The man in question started strutting his way into the room, you noticed his shoulders were more tense than usual, and his face was already scrunched up. It seems somebody had already done your work for you.
You could practically feel the scolding coming your way as you started slowly pacing after him. He turned down the hall to his make-shift office and you quietly walked behind him, your feet tapping on the floor in your flats. Usually you would've nabbed some shoes from Hobie's closet, but he was on pretty high alert last time you stayed the night, so you couldn't exactly leave with anything.
You pushed your crush to the deepest-darkest pit of your stomach, and focused on trying to formulate the juiciest, most response garnering jabs you could. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't we?" You muttered, a bit of a baby voice kicking your insult into high-gear.
"Don't." He hissed, his voice crawling up his throat, a rumble that came straight form the wide expanse of his chest. He didn't even raise his hand this time, you didn't get your warning. Where was the warning? Was he so pissed off that warnings were out the window?
While you were internally panicking he went about his business, he wasn't about to shoo you out of the room, because you were actually, annoyingly, helpful. And slightly, mildly entertaining. He couldn't stop the tension slightly bleed out of his shoulders, watching you teeter on your feet, lightly swaying in your anxiety.
You were sweet, and had half a mind for common sense. You were even somewhat reliable. In short, you didn't give him a headache... -As badly as the others at least. He let his mask fade away, and you could see his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
You watched carefully as his jaw slowly ticked an his shoulder lightly relaxed, he looked less like a sleep-paralysis demon and more man now. And lemme just say, that was a lot'a man over there.
"What's got you so pissy?" You wouldn't dare say bitchy, unless you really did want to die, a sad, miserable, painful death. You instead went for the cute word you got from Hobie. When he didn't respond you pushed a little more, lenaing on one of the desks
"Not like it's hard to get you angry," you picked a trinket, rolling it between your fingers before placing it back on it's sleek metal surface. "Jus' wondering what it is this time."
He side-eyed you over his shoulder, and you swore you could see a grin pull at his lips, a beautiful little thing that made his cold-cut jaw look just a bit softer. "That, is none of your business. If you're not here to be useful, you can leave. The door is over there." He motioned vaguely to the metal slide-y doors.
"Thanks for the suggestion, but no thanks." You paced towards him and walked to one of the screens. Opening the recording of the latest mission. The most recent anamoly was a slippery bitch.
You webbed a chair, you know a cushion for your glorious ass and pulled a stolen bag of jelly beans from your bra.
"So now you're going to eat stolen food in my office?" He muttered, and when you turned he had an incredulous brow risen and a sarcastic grin on his beautiful fucking face.
"Yep. Maybe next time i'll pull up with some special brownies. Help you de-stress, Miggy." You sighed, twirling your chair so you were back facing the screen, slouching and trying to balance the jelly beans on your boobs. You focused on the action, carefully ignoring the heat in your cheeks.
"Me? Stressed?" He spoke, switching between screens with a sarcastic tone. He ignored the nick-name, every time he previously tried to get you to stop was shot down, not just by you but also by Jess, Hobie and even Peter and Mayday.
"Hey Miggy?" You murmured, still staring at the screen, popping yet another citrus jelly bean into your mouth.
"Yes," He answered,
"Why are there so many peter variants?" You asked, slowly going to spin in your chair.
"Peter Parker was the original." he stated, pulling two screens together to inspect a re-play of a particular move.
"What, so you're a knock-off?" You threw up a jelly bean, trying to catch it while you waited for his answer. he looked at you, unamused.
"Pretty much." He sighed, exasperated.
"Awe, don't be sad, you'll always be number one in my heart." You held up a little finger heart and winked at him before returning to your work.
"Jesus christ.." He muttered under his breath, you only giggled.
"Wait but technically you can't be a knockoff if you're different from Peter Parker. You got fangs and weird claws. You're different." You explained. Yeah, his claws were cool, jutting out from his oddly pretty fingers, supported by the muscles of his hands and encouraged by the veins that started at his knuckles and run up to his biceps.
You'd seen him fight, hell you've been up close and personal. You've seen the way he used brute force to force the look of elegance, the way his fluid movements are pushed by the strong muscles of his arms, and oh god his back. Not to mention his ass-
"Why are we talking about the genetic technicalities of my abilities?"
"Cause it's fun. Duh." You shrugged, jotting down a quick note and then swivelling your chair again. "Your abilities are different than mine, so naturally I'm intrigued."
"And you think calling me a knock-off will make me feel more inclined to elaborate?" He was talking like a grandma now. You groaned.
"Did I hurt your feelings?- Here, how about Spidey-2.0. There you go, better now Miggy?" You grinned under your breath, fighting the urge to toss one of the black or purple jelly beans at him, yknow to test his spidey senses. For scientific purposes.
Well, if it was for scientific purposes, then..
You swivelled your chair, tossed two beans all in the same movement. He raised his head, more like flicked it up form the screen, but didn't make any attempt to stop the two jelly beans. Well, he did catch them. And popped oen of the two in his mouth.
You physically recoiled, cringing in disgust. "Ew, what the fuck?" He motioned to you, the second purple jelly bean in his hand, in a sign of thanks. "No, that's gross. Do not eat that."
He looked you dead in the eyes, staring into your soul, before tossing the second one in his mouth. He then turned back to the screens like he didn't just terrorise you.
"So no spidey-sense, but incredible reflexes." He hummed in affirmation.
"Don't act so curious, it makes you looks obsessed with me." He cracked a smile, but the comment had already thrown you off. No it had tossed you into the fucking stratosphere. You just slowly turned, the chair squeaking as you turned to face him, read his expression to see if he was joking.
He was, thank god. But now it was his turn to be thrown off, narrowing his eyes at your own, which were still somewhat blown in shock.
You waved your hand, to get his eyes off you and to give yourself sometime to adjust.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You murmured, feeling guilty, especially since he was looking at you so intently. You did it to him all the time, but it wasn't so fun when the tables were turned. You would much rather keep your crush a secret. Y'know, explore that part of you on an incognito tab.
"What?" He asked, his lips pulling up into a slightly sadistic smile. "Can't handle a simple accusation?" You shook our head. It was honestly a little pathetic.
"Don't look at me like that."You accused, but you didnt sound all that confident in your own accusation. You pointed at him, god you wished you had your mask on, this would make things so much easier.
He sneered, and closed the screen in front of him. Most of the screens followed after that. Including yours. Suddenly you felt trapped as your own distraction, your only excused was torn from your fingertips.
The only light in that room, was from the few diagnostic and statistic screens that stayed open for him to monitor. he approached you, menacing, just as prey would approach prey. He didn't look tense but his fist curled at his sides, you couldn't see his smile anymore, but some part of you didn't want to.
"Look at you like what? The same way you look at me?" He muttered, summoning a screen and swiping around it, and you took your queue to turn your chair away from him.
"I do not gawk at you." You groaned.
"Gawk at you- I'm not gawking at you." He sounded genuinely offended, and you appreciated it. You were silently smiling and snickering to yourself, before your world shifted.
Well no, it twirled. And suddenly you were face to face with him. Your breath got caught in your throat, his eyes bore into yours. Your chair creaked under his weight, and you made painfully aware that most of his mass was pretty much just muscle.
He leaned in closer, looking at you quizzically. It made your brain short-circuit. And you did what seemed logical in that situation. You got up and walked away. Who the fuck does that? You couldn't have possibly made the situation more embarassing for yourself, but look at what you did.
"Nope." You said to yourself, collecting your jellybeans and pushing them back into your bra. "Not today, not tomorrow, not ever." You whispered.
"Where are you going?" He asked, you could hear his amusement in his tone.
"Away from you, and hopefully some hole that leads to hell." You put your head in your hands, and groaned.
"You can't walk out looking so embarrassed like that. You look like you might blow a fuse." He snickered to himself. "It's not I didn't know you had a little..." he thought of his wording, carefully. "-infatuation with me."
Now what the fuck? He was just going to let you ogle him? Let you give him goo-goo eyes for the rest of eternity? Did he enjoy your attention? Or maybe he just pitied you, having a crush on your boss was a real curse.
"What? So you were just going to lead me on? Publicly embarrass me for shits n gig's?" Your narrowed your eyes and swiftly turned to look at him, angrier than you've been in a while. "What so you jut like having the attention of a helpless girl? Bet it makes you feel much better about yourself huh."
He stayed silent, watching as your fists balled up at your sides and your brows furrowed over your eyes. Eyes that were slowly filling with un-shed tears, out of either frustration or red hot embarrassment.
"Or maybe I should thank you, saving me the embarrassment. God- what would happen to lil'ol me if people figured out I had a crush on my boss. Why not just reject me, so i can get over you and find someone else?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Or are you just a fucking creep?" You hissed. You sounded just as angry as you were.
He held up his hands in surrender. He looked all to pleased with your out-burst, it made you want to punch that fucking smirk off his face.
"I'm the creep? You follow me around like a fucking puppy." He approached you, closing the distance a few long strides, "Do your hair all pretty," he murmurs, he towered over you, and you still glared up at him, your hands crossed over your chest.
"So what! I'm just entertainment for you, right? So what does it matter." You flailed your arms, you felt like an angry child, he was looking at you like you were it pissed you off even more.
"Am I not allowed to appreciate pretty things, mi querida?" It wasn't often he used nick-names, he only referred to you by your name or not at all. So safe to say you were pretty baffled.
"I- wh- what the fuck! What's wrong with you?" you stuttered in confusion, you tried to blink away what could've very likely been a dream. "Did you hit your fucking head or something? I'm trying to be angry with you, you fucking idiot!"
"Mhm. Whatever you say." His words were condescending. He was looking at you like he knew exactly ow this was going to play out. "If you were truly angry, you would've left already. No matter how petty you are. You are exactly where you want to be."
You opened your mouth to speak, to protest- but you couldn't, because he was right. You were exactly where you wanted to be. You turned your face away form him, it felt like his stare might burn a hole through your head.
Instead, his finger hooked under your chin, pulling you to face him. You looked at him, he looked at you. You looked at his eyes, narrowed and dark as they watched you, you looked at his cheekbones as chiselled as they were, and they brought you to his faded smile lines, and to the lips that rarely ever grace a smile.
It was your move, your rocked up onto your tippy-toes, and held his jaw in one hand, pecking his lips, even if they were pulled into a displeased scowl. You pulled back, and searched his face for any regret, or really any negative emotion. You suddenly felt pretty guilty.
His pupils dialated, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you were really looking, and thank god you were, it was pretty charming to see the black over-taking the brown of his beautiful eyes. You were scared he didn't like the kiss, but you didn't really have time to doubt yourself when he suddenly surged forward, pushing his mouth to your own.
The force of the kiss pushed both of you backwards towards the table, and the clatter once you collided was nothing little- you both just didn't care. He placed his hand on the table for a moment, and you tangled one of yours in his hair- looping the other around his neck.
His fangs brushed and lightly scraped at your lips, before he pulled away, not before scraping his fangs across your bottom lip. The kiss left you dazed, dizzy even. "Fuck.." You muttered, he just grinned, and before you knew it, he had pulled you up to his chest, his hands under your ass, letting the plush flesh bleed through his open-fingered hold.
He placed you down at the edge of the table, not before you could wrap your legs around his sluttly little waist. "C'mon, Mami. Let's get this off, yeah?" He plucked at your one-piece, pulling the fabric before letting it fall back into place.
"It's a one piece." You muttered, "But, I, for one don't trust my suit enough to walk around butt ass naked underneath." You grinned at him before reaching for your zipper. Clearly he didn't appreciate your jab as much as you did, because it wasn't even a second after before your heard a RIPPPP coming from your suit- in between your legs more specifically.
"There."
"Dude- it was one jab." You watched as he tossed the piece of fabric aside, he didn't respond, instead he made you watch as he kneeled down, to be at the same height as your clothed pussy. His hands smoothed their way from under your ass to your hips, keeping you in place as he played with the plush of your thighs.
He smiled up at you, almost reassuringly as you slowly relaxed your legs. He squeezed at your hips and thighs as you let your legs fall open, planting kisses and hickeys a-plenty as he made his way up your thighs.
"Do you always take this long?" You whispered, mostly to yourself. He huffed a laugh and nipped at the inside of your thighs. "If you won't do it, I will." you snapped, he only smiled at you, his wide shoulders bullying your legs open around them.
"Do it then." He said. It was like time had paused, and you were half expecting a loading symbol to pop-up right in front of you. But no, you just stared blankly, your fingers tightening around their spot on the table. But you were no pussy.
You delicately raised one hand off the table, slid it down your stomach and under the elastic of your panties. You could feel the wet patch on the thin piece of fabric, you ignored it. It was your turn to do the intimidating, but it didn't really work, he was much more interested in watching your fingers move under the polka-dotted fabric of your panties.
You traced patterns over your pussy before moving down to gingerly rub lazy circles over your clit. You paid decent attention to your slit, slippery with slick as you teased yourself. You lazily let your head fall back, if he wasn't going to help you out you would do it yourself.
His hold tightened around your thighs, and you heard him tsk before another RIPPPP sounded in the otherwise quiet room. You looked down in slight hazed horror,
"My panties!-" You shrieked, moving your hand, no matter how soiled your fingers were- in the direction he was throwing them in. "You have to stop ripping my shit!"
"Shhh, it's fine, you're alright." He was talking to you as if you were an angry child, it felt condescending. You should've been embarrassed, really. But you weren't, for whatever reason. He gave a quick reassuring pat to your thigh before your protests were strangled by moans.
"I- OH fuck!" You shrieked, he licked a stripe up your cunt, tongue broad and wide, before latching onto your clit. Practically making out with your pussy. He made a satisfied noise into your pussy, and the vibrations made your hips buck further into his mouth.
Your soiled hand came back and tangled itself back into his hair. You didn't really care though. You tugged is face impossibly closer to your cunt, and he let out a pleased hum. One of his hands slid up to your hips, keeping you in place, and the other disappeared. Until you felt it prodding at your entrace, circling your entrance, before using the mix of your slick and his saliva as lube to push one of his fat fucking fingers inside.
You threw your head back, using your other hand to cover your mouth. The moan you would've let out would've been embarassing. More embarassing than letting your boss eat you out? Debatable.
The stretch of his finger was nice, burning for a few seconds before becoming a dull presence. With that, you tried to rock back onto his fingers with a whine. You let your hand fall from your lips so you could use it as leverage.
He was much too strong, even with one hand he kept you in place. But he seemed to get the message, he started moving his finger, and not too long after adding another. You hummed at the sensation, he curled his fingers just right and brushed up against that good spot that had you seeing stars.
You tugged his hand with a whiney moan, a familiar pressure was building in your gut, you covered your mouth with your hand again, god forbid you squeal. The coil in your core was becoming too much, and just as you were about to close your thighs around his head, he moved away from your pussy.
You whined at the loss, and tears welled at your lash line. This was the worst kind of betrayal. He gently pulled his fingers out of your hole, leaving you empty before he brought himself to his feet. When he saw your tears and the dazed look in your eye, he smiled- and failed to hide it, even as he wiped away your tears with his thumb. You untangled your hand form his hair and set it back to rest on the table. Using it to steady you.
"Shh, it's alright, you're fine. You wanna cum?" He asked, and your glared at him, but you believed he would give it you if you were honest. You nodded. "Y'r doin' so good, cariรฑo"
He hummed, running his other hand up and down your thighs before patting one as a sign for you to open them. You did as he told.
"That's my girl. See, at least someone here knows how to listen to instructions." His frustration form earlier was long gone, but if you knew him- he was never one to really let go of any grudges. His voice was nothing but a raspy drawl, and god did it sound lovely. Like leather and honey.
He slide his hand back to your cunt, smearing your own wetness over your thighs in the process. He came to your clit, and gave it a few lazy moments of attention before giving your pussy a few affectionate slaps. The contact made you jolt, all the while sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.
And that, is when the glorious moment came. The Hologram phased off his body, revealing he did in fact wear something underneath his suit. Sort of like biker shorts? But either way it was hot to watch the only barrier in the way disappear in the blink of an eye. That could probably fuel your fantasies for weeks.
You moved forward and kissed his cheek, smiling before running your hand down his muscles. His pecs, more affectionately known as his tits, down to his sides, where his ribcage met his snatched little waist, and finally to his abs. You trailed over his skin, tan and beautiful as you admired his years of hard work.
He only smiled, letting you do whatever you wanted. You trailed your hand down, and smiled even wider when you were met with his dark happy trail, leading to a poorly concealed bulge in his slutty little shorts. His hair was thick, glossy with a slight curl. It was pretty.
"So, the carpets do match the drapes." You snickered to yourself. He only scoffed, the banter gave you the confidence to slide your hand down the elastic of his shorts. He didn't wear boxers, apparently.
You had to wrestle with the fabric for a moment, but eventually you got it, pulling him out of the confines of his shorts so you could admire his dick in all its glory.
He was on the thicker side, and definitely proportional. He was heavy in your hand. If you were thinking his fingers were thick, and satisfying, well. He sat comfortably at 6-7 inches-ish, from what you could assume on the fly.
And he was well groomed. He had an oddly pretty dick. And the tip was a flushed peachy red. (No i'm not about to drop a colour code, but usually the colour of the tip is just a darker colour than the lips. But if ur desperate send an ask <3)
You hummed, taking him in your hand and giving a few expiremental strokes. He groaned, dropping his hands onto the table beside yours, caging you in and letting his head fall into your shoulder. This only egged you on further.
You fisted his cock and watched as he tried to stop himself from rocking his hips further into your grip. It was cute, and honestly a big fit for your ego to watch someone so huge restrain himself for your sake.
He raised his head from the crook of your neck, pecking your cheek before moving one hand to the small of your back, and the other to your hips. You looked him in the eyes and held your breath when you felt his tip against your entrance.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, like a loose hanging necklace while you mustered up all your bravery to watch. He pushed into you with a small but fluid roll of his hips. You let out a breathy whimper, and thank god it was quiet- or else you wouldn't have been able to hear him.
"Fuck." You bit your lip, even your own breathing might ruin the moment. "So fuckin' tight." He iterated his point further, rolling his hips again and pushing in a few extra inches. You only moaned, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.
He rocked into your slowly, moving your bodies in sync and finding a rhythm with ease, in- and out, like the waves on the shore. It was slow but he moved with purpose, each thrust left his tip rubbing deliciously on your g-spot, he had your eyes screwed shut and your toes curled as you wrapped them around his waist.
The dull stretch of his cock faded into small shocks of pleasure, which quickly turned into the familair build of anticipation for your own orgasm.
You must be tight as a vice, because the look on his face was superb. His brow furrowed, his hand gripping the table like a life-line and he was biting into his bottom lip, groaning every time he pushed in. The sight made you tighten around him, he only let his head hang, muttering curses.
"What,... you're no minute man,... right?" You asked, cheekily. He didn't appreciate this jab, either.
"You're so mouthy. You know that?" He looked at you, slowly his hips to just above a hover. "You can be so sweet cariรฑo. When you want to be." He hummed thoughtfully, and then his hips came to a full stop. You could only whine and start to protest.
"Oh come on-"
All of a sudden, his lips were on yours, distracting you while he pushed one leg up, and his either hand came to secure your hips. He pulled back and slammed is hips into yours, even going as far as to use your hips to pull you closer. You broke the kiss with a rather unseemly moan.
"ohmygod-" You squeaked. You could feel everything, no matter how fast he was going you felt every vein, even the one that run up the under side, disappear before the tip- every ridge, and his beautiful curve. Your lips were swollen and probably bruised form the kiss, and the rhythm was making your brain all hazy.
"Fuckfuckfuckfu-" You brought your fingers to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in a feverish daze. He groaned, but by the end it sounded more like a whimper, and his thrusts were starting to become lazy. His hold on your thighs tightened, and you could feel his claws barely graze your skin.
The hand under your knee pushed your leg further up, giving him better access while you felt his balls slap against the inside of your other thigh. You both were rocking the table now- as if you weren't before, evident from the metal tanging behind you and the rattle form underneath you.
"M'gonna cum- pleaseple-" You started begging, you only had a faint idea of what you were begging for at this point- but you knew it was important, so you kept doing it. He brought his head down, still using your hisp to force you down on his cock, and you felt his fangs on the column of your throat. The grazed the sensitive skin there, and you craned your head to give him access.
If this was all a ploy just so he could bite you, he deserved his reward. I mean, you got some good sex and he got his blood- win-win. Fair is fair. But no, his just smiled and started sucking hickeys that you were certain you would have to cover with your mask, and leaving sloppy kisses over your neck and jaw.
"Go ahead." it was more of a warning before, but hearing him give you permission- well that was the final push you needed. You circled your clit furiously, before your eyes rolled back. Your toes curled and your legs started to lightly shake as they lay against the table and over his broad shoulders. the wave of pleasure rolled through your body, and you threw your head back in a silent scream.
Your pussy fluttered too, tensing up like the rest of your body, effectively tightening around him. He doubled over with a Spanish curse and his hips sputtered. After you came, he followed soon after. His grip tightened, enough to leave bruises on a normal person, but neither of you cared. Both of you to blissed out as you gently fell back on the table.
He looked at you, his breathing even once again.
"Hows that for minute man?"
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ห โก โ๏ฝก๐๐ฐ - !: Age-gap he's a DILF (early 30s), and the reader is in early 20s. Brat-taming? Cunnilingus, fucking on a table, clit stimulation, over stim?, teasing, my humour ( a tw in itself), Miguel being a bit bitchy, dick description ๐. A plot. Sorta.
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐ฐ๐ - !: 5.2k ๐งโโ๏ธThis was supposed to be short 'nd sweet... don't even look at me.
ห โก โ๏ฝก๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ - !: When your crush returns forma mission, looking particularly uptight you figure it'll just be another day. Not quite.
You were chatting with Margo, she was looking to you for help deciding her next hair-style, and you were more than happy to help her browse.
"French curls?" You asked, pointing a picture on one of the halographic screens.
"While they are literally adorable, they might get in the way." She explained, and you nodded.
"But like, half the time you have your hair out anyways. Why not throw it in a pony tail and just go?" You reasoned, and she nodded, a small contemplative frown pulling on her forehead.
"No, because if its that long- i'm just gonna be grabbed and like- flung around like a fuckin' ragdoll." She grinned, that happend once- the poor girl- a new intern had just gotten beautiful braids that very day- who would've known that she would've parted with them so soon.
Courtesy of a one very large and stupid anomaly.
"Maybe passion twists? I could help you pick out some charms, I got a bunch of new ones from the aquarium-" You were rambling before Hobie swaggered into the little lobby. "Hey." You smiled, before continuing on your rant. "-I even got some of those star charms, the good ones that stay in."
Margo greeted Hobie with a look, spinning in her chair before dapping him up with a mutual nod of acknowledgement. "Why not get some wicks. We'll match, Kess." They both stared at eahc-other, stone faced. It was their little creepy, silent bit. They mostly did it to freak other people out. You said they reminded you of the twins from the shining
"Hell no! I would probably hurl myself out of this buidling if someone confused me for you of all people. You smell musty half the time." She laughed at her own joke, a smile over her cheeks. They squabbled, but you were a little to busy to keep listening. Busy preparing your next quip.
Not for them, for them you had love and respect. But Miguel? Miguel was just someone to fuck with. Never mind the fact that you were basically just playing off your nervousness with humour. He was stiff as a rock, so either he just didn't notice or really just didn't give a single flying fuck.
Either way, you were still hell-bent on making sure you turn his frown into a well-earned scowl. There wasn't much a of a difference between the two expressions, but it was funny as all hell to watch.
The man in question started strutting his way into the room, you noticed his shoulders were more tense than usual, and his face was already scrunched up. It seems somebody had already done your work for you.
You could practically feel the scolding coming your way as you started slowly pacing after him. He turned down the hall to his make-shift office and you quietly walked behind him, your feet tapping on the floor in your flats. Usually you would've nabbed some shoes from Hobie's closet, but he was on pretty high alert last time you stayed the night, so you couldn't exactly leave with anything.
You pushed your crush to the deepest-darkest pit of your stomach, and focused on trying to formulate the juiciest, most response garnering jabs you could. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't we?" You muttered, a bit of a baby voice kicking your insult into high-gear.
"Don't." He hissed, his voice crawling up his throat, a rumble that came straight form the wide expanse of his chest. He didn't even raise his hand this time, you didn't get your warning. Where was the warning? Was he so pissed off that warnings were out the window?
While you were internally panicking he went about his business, he wasn't about to shoo you out of the room, because you were actually, annoyingly, helpful. And slightly, mildly entertaining. He couldn't stop the tension slightly bleed out of his shoulders, watching you teeter on your feet, lightly swaying in your anxiety.
You were sweet, and had half a mind for common sense. You were even somewhat reliable. In short, you didn't give him a headache... -As badly as the others at least. He let his mask fade away, and you could see his brow furrowed, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
You watched carefully as his jaw slowly ticked an his shoulder lightly relaxed, he looked less like a sleep-paralysis demon and more man now. And lemme just say, that was a lot'a man over there.
"What's got you so pissy?" You wouldn't dare say bitchy, unless you really did want to die, a sad, miserable, painful death. You instead went for the cute word you got from Hobie. When he didn't respond you pushed a little more, lenaing on one of the desks
"Not like it's hard to get you angry," you picked a trinket, rolling it between your fingers before placing it back on it's sleek metal surface. "Jus' wondering what it is this time."
He side-eyed you over his shoulder, and you swore you could see a grin pull at his lips, a beautiful little thing that made his cold-cut jaw look just a bit softer. "That, is none of your business. If you're not here to be useful, you can leave. The door is over there." He motioned vaguely to the metal slide-y doors.
"Thanks for the suggestion, but no thanks." You paced towards him and walked to one of the screens. Opening the recording of the latest mission. The most recent anamoly was a slippery bitch.
You webbed a chair, you know a cushion for your glorious ass and pulled a stolen bag of jelly beans from your bra.
"So now you're going to eat stolen food in my office?" He muttered, and when you turned he had an incredulous brow risen and a sarcastic grin on his beautiful fucking face.
"Yep. Maybe next time i'll pull up with some special brownies. Help you de-stress, Miggy." You sighed, twirling your chair so you were back facing the screen, slouching and trying to balance the jelly beans on your boobs. You focused on the action, carefully ignoring the heat in your cheeks.
"Me? Stressed?" He spoke, switching between screens with a sarcastic tone. He ignored the nick-name, every time he previously tried to get you to stop was shot down, not just by you but also by Jess, Hobie and even Peter and Mayday.
"Hey Miggy?" You murmured, still staring at the screen, popping yet another citrus jelly bean into your mouth.
"Yes," He answered,
"Why are there so many peter variants?" You asked, slowly going to spin in your chair.
"Peter Parker was the original." he stated, pulling two screens together to inspect a re-play of a particular move.
"What, so you're a knock-off?" You threw up a jelly bean, trying to catch it while you waited for his answer. he looked at you, unamused.
"Pretty much." He sighed, exasperated.
"Awe, don't be sad, you'll always be number one in my heart." You held up a little finger heart and winked at him before returning to your work.
"Jesus christ.." He muttered under his breath, you only giggled.
"Wait but technically you can't be a knockoff if you're different from Peter Parker. You got fangs and weird claws. You're different." You explained. Yeah, his claws were cool, jutting out from his oddly pretty fingers, supported by the muscles of his hands and encouraged by the veins that started at his knuckles and run up to his biceps.
You'd seen him fight, hell you've been up close and personal. You've seen the way he used brute force to force the look of elegance, the way his fluid movements are pushed by the strong muscles of his arms, and oh god his back. Not to mention his ass-
"Why are we talking about the genetic technicalities of my abilities?"
"Cause it's fun. Duh." You shrugged, jotting down a quick note and then swivelling your chair again. "Your abilities are different than mine, so naturally I'm intrigued."
"And you think calling me a knock-off will make me feel more inclined to elaborate?" He was talking like a grandma now. You groaned.
"Did I hurt your feelings?- Here, how about Spidey-2.0. There you go, better now Miggy?" You grinned under your breath, fighting the urge to toss one of the black or purple jelly beans at him, yknow to test his spidey senses. For scientific purposes.
Well, if it was for scientific purposes, then..
You swivelled your chair, tossed two beans all in the same movement. He raised his head, more like flicked it up form the screen, but didn't make any attempt to stop the two jelly beans. Well, he did catch them. And popped oen of the two in his mouth.
You physically recoiled, cringing in disgust. "Ew, what the fuck?" He motioned to you, the second purple jelly bean in his hand, in a sign of thanks. "No, that's gross. Do not eat that."
He looked you dead in the eyes, staring into your soul, before tossing the second one in his mouth. He then turned back to the screens like he didn't just terrorise you.
"So no spidey-sense, but incredible reflexes." He hummed in affirmation.
"Don't act so curious, it makes you looks obsessed with me." He cracked a smile, but the comment had already thrown you off. No it had tossed you into the fucking stratosphere. You just slowly turned, the chair squeaking as you turned to face him, read his expression to see if he was joking.
He was, thank god. But now it was his turn to be thrown off, narrowing his eyes at your own, which were still somewhat blown in shock.
You waved your hand, to get his eyes off you and to give yourself sometime to adjust.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You murmured, feeling guilty, especially since he was looking at you so intently. You did it to him all the time, but it wasn't so fun when the tables were turned. You would much rather keep your crush a secret. Y'know, explore that part of you on an incognito tab.
"What?" He asked, his lips pulling up into a slightly sadistic smile. "Can't handle a simple accusation?" You shook our head. It was honestly a little pathetic.
"Don't look at me like that."You accused, but you didnt sound all that confident in your own accusation. You pointed at him, god you wished you had your mask on, this would make things so much easier.
He sneered, and closed the screen in front of him. Most of the screens followed after that. Including yours. Suddenly you felt trapped as your own distraction, your only excused was torn from your fingertips.
The only light in that room, was from the few diagnostic and statistic screens that stayed open for him to monitor. he approached you, menacing, just as prey would approach prey. He didn't look tense but his fist curled at his sides, you couldn't see his smile anymore, but some part of you didn't want to.
"Look at you like what? The same way you look at me?" He muttered, summoning a screen and swiping around it, and you took your queue to turn your chair away from him.
"I do not gawk at you." You groaned.
"Gawk at you- I'm not gawking at you." He sounded genuinely offended, and you appreciated it. You were silently smiling and snickering to yourself, before your world shifted.
Well no, it twirled. And suddenly you were face to face with him. Your breath got caught in your throat, his eyes bore into yours. Your chair creaked under his weight, and you made painfully aware that most of his mass was pretty much just muscle.
He leaned in closer, looking at you quizzically. It made your brain short-circuit. And you did what seemed logical in that situation. You got up and walked away. Who the fuck does that? You couldn't have possibly made the situation more embarassing for yourself, but look at what you did.
"Nope." You said to yourself, collecting your jellybeans and pushing them back into your bra. "Not today, not tomorrow, not ever." You whispered.
"Where are you going?" He asked, you could hear his amusement in his tone.
"Away from you, and hopefully some hole that leads to hell." You put your head in your hands, and groaned.
"You can't walk out looking so embarrassed like that. You look like you might blow a fuse." He snickered to himself. "It's not I didn't know you had a little..." he thought of his wording, carefully. "-infatuation with me."
Now what the fuck? He was just going to let you ogle him? Let you give him goo-goo eyes for the rest of eternity? Did he enjoy your attention? Or maybe he just pitied you, having a crush on your boss was a real curse.
"What? So you were just going to lead me on? Publicly embarrass me for shits n gig's?" Your narrowed your eyes and swiftly turned to look at him, angrier than you've been in a while. "What so you jut like having the attention of a helpless girl? Bet it makes you feel much better about yourself huh."
He stayed silent, watching as your fists balled up at your sides and your brows furrowed over your eyes. Eyes that were slowly filling with un-shed tears, out of either frustration or red hot embarrassment.
"Or maybe I should thank you, saving me the embarrassment. God- what would happen to lil'ol me if people figured out I had a crush on my boss. Why not just reject me, so i can get over you and find someone else?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Or are you just a fucking creep?" You hissed. You sounded just as angry as you were.
He held up his hands in surrender. He looked all to pleased with your out-burst, it made you want to punch that fucking smirk off his face.
"I'm the creep? You follow me around like a fucking puppy." He approached you, closing the distance a few long strides, "Do your hair all pretty," he murmurs, he towered over you, and you still glared up at him, your hands crossed over your chest.
"So what! I'm just entertainment for you, right? So what does it matter." You flailed your arms, you felt like an angry child, he was looking at you like you were it pissed you off even more.
"Am I not allowed to appreciate pretty things, mi querida?" It wasn't often he used nick-names, he only referred to you by your name or not at all. So safe to say you were pretty baffled.
"I- wh- what the fuck! What's wrong with you?" you stuttered in confusion, you tried to blink away what could've very likely been a dream. "Did you hit your fucking head or something? I'm trying to be angry with you, you fucking idiot!"
"Mhm. Whatever you say." His words were condescending. He was looking at you like he knew exactly ow this was going to play out. "If you were truly angry, you would've left already. No matter how petty you are. You are exactly where you want to be."
You opened your mouth to speak, to protest- but you couldn't, because he was right. You were exactly where you wanted to be. You turned your face away form him, it felt like his stare might burn a hole through your head.
Instead, his finger hooked under your chin, pulling you to face him. You looked at him, he looked at you. You looked at his eyes, narrowed and dark as they watched you, you looked at his cheekbones as chiselled as they were, and they brought you to his faded smile lines, and to the lips that rarely ever grace a smile.
It was your move, your rocked up onto your tippy-toes, and held his jaw in one hand, pecking his lips, even if they were pulled into a displeased scowl. You pulled back, and searched his face for any regret, or really any negative emotion. You suddenly felt pretty guilty.
His pupils dialated, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you were really looking, and thank god you were, it was pretty charming to see the black over-taking the brown of his beautiful eyes. You were scared he didn't like the kiss, but you didn't really have time to doubt yourself when he suddenly surged forward, pushing his mouth to your own.
The force of the kiss pushed both of you backwards towards the table, and the clatter once you collided was nothing little- you both just didn't care. He placed his hand on the table for a moment, and you tangled one of yours in his hair- looping the other around his neck.
His fangs brushed and lightly scraped at your lips, before he pulled away, not before scraping his fangs across your bottom lip. The kiss left you dazed, dizzy even. "Fuck.." You muttered, he just grinned, and before you knew it, he had pulled you up to his chest, his hands under your ass, letting the plush flesh bleed through his open-fingered hold.
He placed you down at the edge of the table, not before you could wrap your legs around his sluttly little waist. "C'mon, Mami. Let's get this off, yeah?" He plucked at your one-piece, pulling the fabric before letting it fall back into place.
"It's a one piece." You muttered, "But, I, for one don't trust my suit enough to walk around butt ass naked underneath." You grinned at him before reaching for your zipper. Clearly he didn't appreciate your jab as much as you did, because it wasn't even a second after before your heard a RIPPPP coming from your suit- in between your legs more specifically.
"There."
"Dude- it was one jab." You watched as he tossed the piece of fabric aside, he didn't respond, instead he made you watch as he kneeled down, to be at the same height as your clothed pussy. His hands smoothed their way from under your ass to your hips, keeping you in place as he played with the plush of your thighs.
He smiled up at you, almost reassuringly as you slowly relaxed your legs. He squeezed at your hips and thighs as you let your legs fall open, planting kisses and hickeys a-plenty as he made his way up your thighs.
"Do you always take this long?" You whispered, mostly to yourself. He huffed a laugh and nipped at the inside of your thighs. "If you won't do it, I will." you snapped, he only smiled at you, his wide shoulders bullying your legs open around them.
"Do it then." He said. It was like time had paused, and you were half expecting a loading symbol to pop-up right in front of you. But no, you just stared blankly, your fingers tightening around their spot on the table. But you were no pussy.
You delicately raised one hand off the table, slid it down your stomach and under the elastic of your panties. You could feel the wet patch on the thin piece of fabric, you ignored it. It was your turn to do the intimidating, but it didn't really work, he was much more interested in watching your fingers move under the polka-dotted fabric of your panties.
You traced patterns over your pussy before moving down to gingerly rub lazy circles over your clit. You paid decent attention to your slit, slippery with slick as you teased yourself. You lazily let your head fall back, if he wasn't going to help you out you would do it yourself.
His hold tightened around your thighs, and you heard him tsk before another RIPPPP sounded in the otherwise quiet room. You looked down in slight hazed horror,
"My panties!-" You shrieked, moving your hand, no matter how soiled your fingers were- in the direction he was throwing them in. "You have to stop ripping my shit!"
"Shhh, it's fine, you're alright." He was talking to you as if you were an angry child, it felt condescending. You should've been embarrassed, really. But you weren't, for whatever reason. He gave a quick reassuring pat to your thigh before your protests were strangled by moans.
"I- OH fuck!" You shrieked, he licked a stripe up your cunt, tongue broad and wide, before latching onto your clit. Practically making out with your pussy. He made a satisfied noise into your pussy, and the vibrations made your hips buck further into his mouth.
Your soiled hand came back and tangled itself back into his hair. You didn't really care though. You tugged is face impossibly closer to your cunt, and he let out a pleased hum. One of his hands slid up to your hips, keeping you in place, and the other disappeared. Until you felt it prodding at your entrace, circling your entrance, before using the mix of your slick and his saliva as lube to push one of his fat fucking fingers inside.
You threw your head back, using your other hand to cover your mouth. The moan you would've let out would've been embarassing. More embarassing than letting your boss eat you out? Debatable.
The stretch of his finger was nice, burning for a few seconds before becoming a dull presence. With that, you tried to rock back onto his fingers with a whine. You let your hand fall from your lips so you could use it as leverage.
He was much too strong, even with one hand he kept you in place. But he seemed to get the message, he started moving his finger, and not too long after adding another. You hummed at the sensation, he curled his fingers just right and brushed up against that good spot that had you seeing stars.
You tugged his hand with a whiney moan, a familiar pressure was building in your gut, you covered your mouth with your hand again, god forbid you squeal. The coil in your core was becoming too much, and just as you were about to close your thighs around his head, he moved away from your pussy.
You whined at the loss, and tears welled at your lash line. This was the worst kind of betrayal. He gently pulled his fingers out of your hole, leaving you empty before he brought himself to his feet. When he saw your tears and the dazed look in your eye, he smiled- and failed to hide it, even as he wiped away your tears with his thumb. You untangled your hand form his hair and set it back to rest on the table. Using it to steady you.
"Shh, it's alright, you're fine. You wanna cum?" He asked, and your glared at him, but you believed he would give it you if you were honest. You nodded. "Y'r doin' so good, cariรฑo"
He hummed, running his other hand up and down your thighs before patting one as a sign for you to open them. You did as he told.
"That's my girl. See, at least someone here knows how to listen to instructions." His frustration form earlier was long gone, but if you knew him- he was never one to really let go of any grudges. His voice was nothing but a raspy drawl, and god did it sound lovely. Like leather and honey.
He slide his hand back to your cunt, smearing your own wetness over your thighs in the process. He came to your clit, and gave it a few lazy moments of attention before giving your pussy a few affectionate slaps. The contact made you jolt, all the while sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.
And that, is when the glorious moment came. The Hologram phased off his body, revealing he did in fact wear something underneath his suit. Sort of like biker shorts? But either way it was hot to watch the only barrier in the way disappear in the blink of an eye. That could probably fuel your fantasies for weeks.
You moved forward and kissed his cheek, smiling before running your hand down his muscles. His pecs, more affectionately known as his tits, down to his sides, where his ribcage met his snatched little waist, and finally to his abs. You trailed over his skin, tan and beautiful as you admired his years of hard work.
He only smiled, letting you do whatever you wanted. You trailed your hand down, and smiled even wider when you were met with his dark happy trail, leading to a poorly concealed bulge in his slutty little shorts. His hair was thick, glossy with a slight curl. It was pretty.
"So, the carpets do match the drapes." You snickered to yourself. He only scoffed, the banter gave you the confidence to slide your hand down the elastic of his shorts. He didn't wear boxers, apparently.
You had to wrestle with the fabric for a moment, but eventually you got it, pulling him out of the confines of his shorts so you could admire his dick in all its glory.
He was on the thicker side, and definitely proportional. He was heavy in your hand. If you were thinking his fingers were thick, and satisfying, well. He sat comfortably at 6-7 inches-ish, from what you could assume on the fly.
And he was well groomed. He had an oddly pretty dick. And the tip was a flushed peachy red. (No i'm not about to drop a colour code, but usually the colour of the tip is just a darker colour than the lips. But if ur desperate send an ask <3)
You hummed, taking him in your hand and giving a few expiremental strokes. He groaned, dropping his hands onto the table beside yours, caging you in and letting his head fall into your shoulder. This only egged you on further.
You fisted his cock and watched as he tried to stop himself from rocking his hips further into your grip. It was cute, and honestly a big fit for your ego to watch someone so huge restrain himself for your sake.
He raised his head from the crook of your neck, pecking your cheek before moving one hand to the small of your back, and the other to your hips. You looked him in the eyes and held your breath when you felt his tip against your entrance.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, like a loose hanging necklace while you mustered up all your bravery to watch. He pushed into you with a small but fluid roll of his hips. You let out a breathy whimper, and thank god it was quiet- or else you wouldn't have been able to hear him.
"Fuck." You bit your lip, even your own breathing might ruin the moment. "So fuckin' tight." He iterated his point further, rolling his hips again and pushing in a few extra inches. You only moaned, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.
He rocked into your slowly, moving your bodies in sync and finding a rhythm with ease, in- and out, like the waves on the shore. It was slow but he moved with purpose, each thrust left his tip rubbing deliciously on your g-spot, he had your eyes screwed shut and your toes curled as you wrapped them around his waist.
The dull stretch of his cock faded into small shocks of pleasure, which quickly turned into the familair build of anticipation for your own orgasm.
You must be tight as a vice, because the look on his face was superb. His brow furrowed, his hand gripping the table like a life-line and he was biting into his bottom lip, groaning every time he pushed in. The sight made you tighten around him, he only let his head hang, muttering curses.
"What,... you're no minute man,... right?" You asked, cheekily. He didn't appreciate this jab, either.
"You're so mouthy. You know that?" He looked at you, slowly his hips to just above a hover. "You can be so sweet cariรฑo. When you want to be." He hummed thoughtfully, and then his hips came to a full stop. You could only whine and start to protest.
"Oh come on-"
All of a sudden, his lips were on yours, distracting you while he pushed one leg up, and his either hand came to secure your hips. He pulled back and slammed is hips into yours, even going as far as to use your hips to pull you closer. You broke the kiss with a rather unseemly moan.
"ohmygod-" You squeaked. You could feel everything, no matter how fast he was going you felt every vein, even the one that run up the under side, disappear before the tip- every ridge, and his beautiful curve. Your lips were swollen and probably bruised form the kiss, and the rhythm was making your brain all hazy.
"Fuckfuckfuckfu-" You brought your fingers to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in a feverish daze. He groaned, but by the end it sounded more like a whimper, and his thrusts were starting to become lazy. His hold on your thighs tightened, and you could feel his claws barely graze your skin.
The hand under your knee pushed your leg further up, giving him better access while you felt his balls slap against the inside of your other thigh. You both were rocking the table now- as if you weren't before, evident from the metal tanging behind you and the rattle form underneath you.
"M'gonna cum- pleaseple-" You started begging, you only had a faint idea of what you were begging for at this point- but you knew it was important, so you kept doing it. He brought his head down, still using your hisp to force you down on his cock, and you felt his fangs on the column of your throat. The grazed the sensitive skin there, and you craned your head to give him access.
If this was all a ploy just so he could bite you, he deserved his reward. I mean, you got some good sex and he got his blood- win-win. Fair is fair. But no, his just smiled and started sucking hickeys that you were certain you would have to cover with your mask, and leaving sloppy kisses over your neck and jaw.
"Go ahead." it was more of a warning before, but hearing him give you permission- well that was the final push you needed. You circled your clit furiously, before your eyes rolled back. Your toes curled and your legs started to lightly shake as they lay against the table and over his broad shoulders. the wave of pleasure rolled through your body, and you threw your head back in a silent scream.
Your pussy fluttered too, tensing up like the rest of your body, effectively tightening around him. He doubled over with a Spanish curse and his hips sputtered. After you came, he followed soon after. His grip tightened, enough to leave bruises on a normal person, but neither of you cared. Both of you to blissed out as you gently fell back on the table.
He looked at you, his breathing even once again.
"Hows that for minute man?"
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