Slutty Husband

“I wanna have sex.”

Those four words slipped out of your mouth, directly stating what you want from your boyfriend. You rolled over from your current position, nuzzling and resting on Miguel’s side and arms, to straddle his thick thighs; your hands resting on his expansive, hairy pectorals.

The bed groaned and squeaked under the newly added weight, a soft grunt escaping Miguel’s lips—his large hands instinctively jumping to hold your thighs. Your ass was pressing and grinding on his clothed bulge.

«¿En serio, amor? I thought you wanted to rest? Pero no me importa».” Miguel chuckles, rubbing circles into your thighs with his thumbs and rolling his hips in response to your grinding—pushing his growing bulge in between your cheeks; letting you feel what was coming.

Searing heat flooded your face, prickling underneath the layer of skin; a soft moan escaped your lips, gasping from feeling the once soft, flaccid cock slowly hardening into a massive thing. You couldn’t help but arch your back, your plump ass pushing outward—increasing the friction between your bodies.

Your dick was hardened, already throbbing and sensitive from the mere interaction. It was chubbing in your underwear when you begged Miguel to come to bed with you. That was when you deemed it was time to give your sacred virginity to the man. There was an uneasy feeling, a tight knot in your stomach, but it was overshadowed by the anticipation building up and your dick.

A part of you expected Miguel to grumble something about staying glued to his monitors, observing the wide multiverse and calculating his next moves—waiting for any threats that would throw everything off balance. To your satisfaction, he agreed, saying that he’ll pass the workload onto one of the other Spider-Mans or LYLA. You eagerly watched the man peel off what little clothing he had—leering at his massive, hulking physique.

Everything about Miguel was massive. His broad shoulders and back tapering sharply down to his taut, coiled waist; hefty pectorals that looked like they needed a bra to be supported; and two massive, hairy thighs that could crush a watermelon.

And you couldn’t forget about his impressive equipment. You'd never seen it, maybe heard some rumors from the other Spider-Men about how massive and thick it was. You never saw it, given that he was the only Spider-Man to possess a hard-light hologram instead of the traditional fabrics. Now, you had an idea of what it was—the massive, thick piece of meat grinding against your ass, pushing your cheeks apart. Soft whimpers under your breath as the realization was setting in, but it made your hole twitch—aching to have your cherry popped by Miguel’s massive, thick cock.

“Yeah, I did say that, but I wanted to take initiative. I want you to be the one,” you whined, biting your bottom lip and nail digging into the flesh of Miguel’s pectorals. The Mexican man is aware that you’re a virgin, keeping your cherry unplucked for a man worthy enough. He felt his pride swell from the declaration—a bright bloom in his stomach. He was going to make sure you enjoyed your first time. Give you the taste and feel the throes and ecstasy of sex and pleasure.

Plus his dick cheered and jumped, pumping with blood to full erection from the thought of being the one to take your virginity.

“I’m honored, mi príncipe.” Miguel purrs, moving his hands to your hips, gripping the flesh before grounding you on his crotch—halting your needy grinding and teasing. Soft grunts and moans filled the space. You could feel the Mexican man’s meaty, rough hand groping and pulling at your hips, then transitioning to kneading your plump cheeks.

“Let’s begin, mi príncipe.”

Lesson one — Blowjob

Your knees dug into the carpet-covered floor with Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed. Miguel’s meaty, thick thighs spread open, giving entrance and space between them. Your eyes zeroed in on the prize, a massive one at that. Your breathing deepened, hitching and choking. You could see the massive thing twitching underneath the soft fabric—you noticed a dampened spot near the front. Your dick and hole twitched; this was it.

“Go on, mi príncipe. Es todo tuyo.” Miguel spoke, cupping your cheek and lifting your head to face him. You nuzzled your head into his palm, whining softly as he pulled away. You gulped, grabbing onto the waistband, slowly pulling the drawls down—Miguel lifting himself off the mattress. The moment you’ve been waiting for happened, ever since you announced that you were dating the leader of the Spider-Society. Your eyes widened, and your pupils dilated, expanding like the smile spreading across your face.

Miguel’s massive, thick cock and heavy balls that looked egg-shaped plopped out of their imprisonment. As mentioned before, everything about Miguel is massive. You surmised the meaty piece of flesh to be nine inches—the immense shaft standing tall and proud. The thickness made your mouth dry. You could see veins pulsating and pumping on the sides and undersides. The flustered, pink cockhead peeked through the foreskin guarding the head.

You were practically salivating at the sight; your mouth felt empty and needed filling. The massive shaft twitched, the vein pumping. A heady, overwhelming scent invaded your nose, clouding your train of thought. It was rich and intoxicating—you were getting drunk off the musky scent. Was this what other men enjoyed and experienced? You read books and watched videos, but never understood the buzz—now you do. Yet, you were still intimidated.

“No tengas miedo, mi príncipe. Go slow, and I’ll guide you.” Miguel said with a soft voice, gliding his hand through strands of your hair.

You nodded, inching closer to the massive, intimidating shaft. The musky scent was getting stronger and more potent, further shutting down and fogging your head with lust. You reluctantly touched it, wrapping your fingers around the massive, thick shaft. Your fingers barely touched each other, a testament to the thickness. Miguel’s dick felt heavy in your palm, almost like someone lifting weights for the first time.

“¡D-dios mío…!” Miguel moaned, stuttering and choking as he felt the warmth of your palm wrapping around his sensitive dick. His hips involuntarily thrusted, eager for more, but he grounded himself. It's been weeks since he’s last relieved himself; his dick throbbed and ached for an immediate climax.

The heat in your cheeks grew as you slowly started to stroke, gently gripping the heavy, thick shaft—starting at the top, you moved Miguel’s foreskin up and down, exposing the flustered, pink cockhead. Thick strings and beads of precum gathered at the slit. Miguel gave his approval with low grunts and groans, tilting his head back. You could not help yourself and buried your nose in the area between the base and sack, inhaling the overwhelming, masculine scent straight from the source.

Then, you pressed your tongue against the massive dick, starting at the base and tracing it towards the pink cockhead. The flavors hit your taste buds as you licked the cockhead and foreskin. It was salty and bitter, but rich—uniquely Miguel. You paired your flicking tongue and stroking together, moving with rhythm to impress the Mexican man.

“Eso es, cariño. Keep it up,” Miguel says, letting out throaty moans. His hand stroking your head as he feels your tongue flicking and licking his sensitive cockhead, toying the spongy tip like it was candy. Your hand gently stroking the remaining inches. Your dick oozed more precum from the praise. A warm feeling flooded your body from hearing Miguel’s praise and approval. This is what you wanted, and you need more of it.

Taking a deep breath and internally coaching yourself, you took the throbbing cockhead into your mouth. Your lips widened and tightened around the cockhead, securing it in your mouth. You slowly and nervously bobbed your head, only sucking the tip. Your tongue continued to toy with the sensitive thing, swirling and flicking—even playing with Miguel’s foreskin. Your soft whine and moans muffled, but added further stimulation—earning muttered grumbles and praises.

“¡Ah, carajo!” Miguel screeched, his grip on your head tightening. His teeth clenched with a pained expression.

Your teeth accidentally grazed and bit down; the sensitive head sent pain signals through Miguel’s body, causing him to shudder and yelp in pain. You pulled back; a wet pop echoed. Globs and strings of saliva and precum combined to make a web, connecting your mouth to the tip. You looked up to see Miguel panting, eyebrows furrowed, and nose wrinkled—his heavily muscular body glistening in the low light from the sweat accumulating.

“Sorry about that…” You mumbled, embarrassed for the mishap. You proceeded to use two hands to lather the rest of Miguel’s cock with your saliva and precum. It could be interpreted as a sorry for accidentally biting his dick. Your wrist moved in a circular motion, moving up and down until every crevice was covered.

“It's okay, amor. Just watch your teeth next time, okay? You can do that for me?” Miguel replied, reassuring you, which calmed the embarrassment and anxiety filling your nerves. He patted your head, playing with the strands of hair, his fingers dancing and prancing through your scalp. Not hearing any opposition, you continued to stroke—spitting and lathering, repeating this pattern until Miguel’s massive dick was shining. With each spit, the squelching noise became more prominent.

Testing another technique, you flattened one hand with the other continuing to stroke the rest. You rubbed your flattened palm on the sensitive tip, swishing it back and forward. Miguel gave praise with choked groans and grunts, his eyes rolled back and mouth agape from the sensation. Where did you learn this from? Probably from the internet and its various sites. You had Miguel digging his claws into the mattress, tearing through the thin layer and into the plush filling. He needs to feel the warm, wet velvety interior of your mouth.

“Necesito esa boca otra vez, amor. Why not try taking more? Go slowly, take what you can. Don’t forget to breathe through your nose.” Miguel advised, his breathing heavy and chipped, failing to mask his needy desire to have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You removed your palm from the glistening pink tip, resting it on Miguel’s thick, muscular thigh. With some guidance, your lips returned to the tip. The taste of precum was more prominent than before—most likely because you smeared and coated the spongy tip with the fluid. The bitter, salty taste triggered another muffled moan. Your lips widened to accommodate the massive dick entering, taking as much as you could—with each inch swallowed, Miguel’s throaty growls got louder. You were huffing and puffing, stuttering breath as you stopped halfway.

Stilling your movements and tightening your lips around the desired point, you let the heavy piece of meat rest on your tongue. Doing well so far, your teeth hadn’t scratched the sensitive head or veins running across the massive thing.

“Lo estás haciendo genial, cariño.” Miguel moans. With the words of encouragement, you slowly started to bob your head up and down—soft and slow deepthroat, taking a few more inches with each swallow. “Relax your throat… yeah, just like that, cariño.” The Mexican man’s groans grew more audible, both of his hands holding your head—pushing you softly on his dick. You started to incorporate your tongue, bobbing up and down and flicking the appendage—teasing the spongy head, tracing the veins, and swirling around the massive thickness.

There were a few hiccups, gagging and choking as the cockhead rammed into your gag reflex. Tears prickled your eyes from the sudden ramming, Miguel gently pulling your head back to let you breathe and recuperate. After a couple, you returned to servicing the massive dick—now delightful and eager to have it in your mouth, slurping and slobbering all over it. You could see thick globs of precum and saliva accumulating around the base with some bubbles littering the length.

“T-that’s it, cariño. Don’t forget my balls.” Miguel says, letting out guttural groan after groan. You didn’t hesitate to follow, pulling back and latching onto his heavy, hanging sack. They were hefty, filled with weeks worth of cum sloshing around in them. You gargled and slurped on both sacks while stroking the shaft—switching between the two roles with ease. “You deserve a reward.”

Your ears perked at the mention of a reward. Your head was gently pulled back and turned to face Miguel. His ruby red eyes met yours, satisfaction and adoration mixed with lust while you were in a daze—eyes half-lidded as you waited for more. Your breathing was soft and hitched, saliva coating your mouth. Your hair was disheveled, messy strands sticking to your sweaty forehead.

There wasn’t any resistance when Miguel manhandled you, picking you up from the scratchy carpet and laying you on the bed once again—displaying every part of your body to him. Your knees ached and cracked from the sudden lift, and your dick flopped as if in the wind. Soft breaths escaped as your body melded with the plush mattress and fluffy sheets—nuzzling and cozying into them. Your eyes, once again, met the same polished, ruby red eyes—this time, he was positioned between your legs, your dick lying on his sharp cheekbone. There was something in his eyes, but you didn’t have time to think.

“Your turn,” Miguel purred, a smile stretched across his face before taking your dick into his mouth.

This was your first blowjob and it had your back arched, hands desperately holding the sheets or running through Miguel’s slicked-back hair. Your thighs clapped around Miguel’s head—burying him between your plush flesh. A slew of cries and moans slipped out, your body spasming and shaking from the sensation, but it felt euphoric.

It felt like the oxygen and soul were being sucked out of your being. Your eyes widened, shuddering panting oozed from your lips as Miguel’s warm, wet mouth swallowed your dick—deep throating and taking every inch without a sweat; no gagging. His tongue focused on your tip, pressing the appendage into the tiny slit. Your dick was a throbbing mess, gushing precum like it was a fountain, and Miguel drank every drop.

“M-Miguel…” You whined. The burning heat that started in your groin swiftly spread to every corner of your being—thanks to Miguel. This electricity is flowing through every vein and flooding your brain.

“Shhh, cariño. This is all for you. Has sido un niño muy bueno, mi amor. You deserve this.” Your dick plopped out of Miguel’s mouth, letting the man speak. You whimpered and whined at the loss of the moist warmth. Your dick twitched from the brushes of air gliding on it. You watched as Miguel tapped the tip against his tongue—repeating this while stroking your saliva-coated shaft, making direct eye contact.

With this being your first, you didn’t expect it to last long, especially since it looked like Miguel wasn’t stopping anytime. He continued to slurp and slobber, adding another stimulant by fondling your balls with his hand—rubbing his thumb into them and gently massaging them. The edge came not long after, your breath heavy and body shaking with the force of an earthquake. Your dick throbbed and your balls pulled back before spurting its load into Miguel’s mouth—gushing a wave as the Mexican man eagerly sucked and drained every drop of your seed down his gullet. He gulped it like it was precious nectar.

You were left drained, dozing off, staring at the ceiling. Miguel released your dick, licking off any remaining cum from the tip and his lips. The once squelching, slobbering, noise-filled room was reduced to soft panting and quiet creaks.

“Sabes a gloria, mi amor. Hasta la última gota.” Miguel moaned, his lips pressed against your thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses, slowly moving up your body. He gave your dick a few kisses, then on your pubic region and chest until he halted at your neck. Your body tingled from the ministrations.

Miguel’s overly massive body overshadowed you, his hands now pinning you down on the mattress as he rested on top of you. The hard, defined planes and crevices pressed against yours as he littered your neck with bites, hickies, and marks. His sharp canines dug into your skin, drawing some blood to seep through the puncture wounds—he eagerly lapped up the thick, metallic substance.

He made sure not to inject you with his venom. That was for later down the line if you were up for it.

Everything felt hot in a good way. You yelped every time Miguel sank his teeth into your flesh, your arms coming to wrap around his neck, authorizing and encouraging him to continue. The screams and cries of pleasure muted to soft panting again. Your dick was flaccid but was chubbing from the various markings.

“I got this from here, mi amor. Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on. Just lay here.”

Lesson two — foreplay and sex.

You withered away in the comfort of yours and Miguel’s bed. The Mexican man repositioned himself to the side, pulling you closer to him as he dealt his magic. He lathered three thick, long fingers with his saliva and moved them to the tight ring of your sphincter. Choked gasps slipped past your lips, your back arching as you felt them teasing the rim—circling the tight muscles and teasingly pretending to penetrate. Your flaccid, chubbing dick shot back to an erection as shaky moans and whines escaped from the sudden intrusion of Miguel’s thick fingers pushing past the tight rim.

“You’re so tight, boy. Sucking my fingers deep into your ass.” Miguel groans, his hot breathing brushing against your shoulder blades. He didn’t move far to bite your earlobes, letting you hear his throaty growls and groans. There was some resistance; your ass spasmed and clenched around the intruders, attempting to push it out but instead pulled the thick fingers deeper. The pain spread shivers down your spine and body, but the saliva alleviated the discomfort.

Your jaw remained dropped as two more fingers pushed in, filling your crowded hole with more thick appendages. At the same time, Miguel latched his mouth onto your pectoral, sucking and nibbling—using the same tactics he used to drain your dick of cum. Loud moans and cries of pleasure filled the room as the three fingers worked in unison—drawing out more shaky noises from probing a sensitive bundle of nerves in your ass—and Miguel devoured your nipple.

The squelching sound coming from your ass and the slobbering, sucking sound mixed with your moans to create a symphony of sex and lust. This was more intense than you anticipated, but your dick was bobbing and leaking another flood of precum from the tip. Your head tilted back, your body trembling from the sensation—hips thrusting into the air and ass clenching around the thick fingers.

“That’s it, mi amor. I think you’re ready, are you?” Miguel asks, pulling back from your pectoral with an audible, wet pop. He pulled his three fingers out of your stretched, prepared ass. Soft whines left your lips from the emptiness that was left behind—the hunger to experience and feel the real thing was becoming unbearable. Some doubts and fears filled your guts, like how were you gonna take that massive thing? Would it even fit?

“Yes, yes, I am.” You replied. There was an undertone of hesitation and fear—wanting to flake out at the last minute. There was still lust in your eyes, but it masked the growing hesitation. The reality was setting in. Miguel picked up on this; of course, he would.

“We can stop here, if you want—”

“N-no, I’m ready!”

“Are you 100%?” You nodded in confirmation, biting your bottom lip. “Okay, tell me when to stop or if it hurts too much,” Miguel said, flipping you over onto your stomach. Your plush, plump rear was on full display for him—Miguel licking his lips at the sight, a delectable meal.

You grabbed the nearest pillow, gripping the fluffy thing with an iron grip and biting down on it—your saliva soaking the sheet. Your dick ground against the mattress before you arched your back to give Miguel a better vantage, presenting yourself to the hungry man who was gonna pop your cherry—your dick throbbed in anticipation, ready to feel the real deal. A shaky gasp slipped out as Miguel’s large, calloused hand pulled your cheek apart, exposing the tight bud that was buried. His massive dick twitched from seeing the rose bud winking at him.

Grabbing his dick and positioning it towards your entrance, Miguel slowly pushed forward. The Mexican man snarled, gritting his teeth as your hole was putting up resistance. You clenched the pillow tighter as whimpers filled the space. The hyper tension and blunt force pressing against the rim was sending pain signals throughout your body, the searing electricity coursing through your veins.

A symphony of moans and throaty grunts bounced off the walls as Miguel’s dick pierced the rim—officially popping your cherry. The blunt cockhead pressed deeper, slowly dragging along your inner, tight walls. The pillow muffled your moans and twinges of pain. Miguel gripped your hips, throwing his head back and letting out guttural groans as he felt your warm, tight ass clenching—almost suffocating his dick like it was about to be ripped off.

You were squeezing too tight.

«¿Estás bien, cariño? Do you need me to stop?” Miguel inquired, his breathing heavy and hitched as he halted his movement, not wanting to bring you harm or ruin your first experience. His massive dick wasn’t halfway in.

“Y-yes, please.” You replied, whimpering and holding the pillow tighter. Your hips faltered and collapsed back to the mattress, squishing your throbbing dick in the process.

“Okay, cariño. Take deep breaths and relax. Tell me when I can continue.” Miguel said, leaning down to litter kisses and soothe the pain.

Following Miguel’s advice, you breathed in and out, calming your muscles and releasing the tension. The pain was still there, but it was quickly subsiding, and Miguel could feel your muscles relaxing—the chokehold on his dick being lifted. Taking a few minutes of recollection and breathing, you gave Miguel consent to push forward.

Hushed moans and grunts grew louder with each inch. Your ass was being split open and filled to the brim with cock. You could feel the various veins rubbing against your walls, the cockhead hitting depths you didn’t think would be met. It wasn’t long until Miguel’s massive dick rested fully inside you—his pelvis pressed against your cheeks and heavy balls mashed against yours.

“So deep… cariño. So tight.” Miguel groans, collapsing and squishing you underneath his massive body—his sweaty torso melded against your back.

You let out small whimpers, trying to get used to the feeling of Miguel’s dick. Your walls clamp around the massive thing, massaging and sucking it. You could feel everything, especially Miguel’s dick twitching and oozing precum—the veins pulsating like it was alive. Pleasure shoots up your spine as your dick twitched underneath, already on the verge of a second climax. Miguel allowed you to adjust appropriately.

After another period of readjustment, Miguel started pulling his hips back, dragging his massive dick out before gently thrusting back into your tight warmth. It was a slow pace, one to ease you into the sex escapades of the future.

Everything in your body was turning into mush. Your body trembled underneath, and a flurry of moans drowned out Miguel’s own groans. Miguel’s heavy balls clapped against yours, and the wet, squelching noise mixed with skin slamming against skin.

“So good… So beautiful for me, cariño… todo esto para mí,” Miguel groans into your ear, nibbling the lobe. “Let me hear your voice.” You sense the desire and hunger in his tone, a man turning feral over his boyfriend. The pillow you were clenching was tossed aside and replaced with Miguel’s hands intertwining with yours—his hands tightening.

Without your pillow, more pathetic whimpers and moans were pulled out. Your hands gripped Miguel’s tighter as the man’s cockhead rammed into the same bundle of nerves—the same one his fingers assaulted.

Your eyes rolled back, jaw hung open, as that was the tipping point. It was obvious to Miguel that your orgasm was fast approaching. The way your body was trembling and your ass clenching and unclenching around his massive dick were clear signs.

“Cum for me, cariño,” Miguel commands, sucking on your skin. Your dick grinding against the bed, combined with your prostate being toyed, and Miguel sucked on that special spot, caused it to spurt. You choked out cries of pleasure as hot, thick ropes of cum painted the sheets and your abdomen—Miguel’s thrusts causing it to smear and stain. Your balls churned and throbbed until every drop was squirted out.

Miguel continued his pace, but it was becoming sloppy as he was reaching the end of his rope. Your body went lax and surrendered. He continued to rut into your ass sloppily. His heavy balls mashed and clapped against your ass, but they were pulling back as a massive load was flowing to the tip.

“I-I’m cumming, cariño!” Miguel says with a low moan. You couldn’t respond, stuck in a post-orgasm haze—only with a hushed whine. After thrusting for the last time, Miguel slams completely inside you. His body shuddered, and his teeth sank into your flesh—blocking his guttural growl. Your ass tightened from the sudden flood.

Miguel’s massive dick throbbed and painted your insides white, unleashing a week’s worth of cum like it was a biblical flood. Your moans and his groans mixed. Extreme amounts of euphoria and adrenaline flooded Miguel’s system as he pumped more cum until you were filled to the brim with his seed.

You could feel every twitch and pulse, the massive thing throbbing as it unloaded its contents deep inside your ass. You could feel the thick warmth filling your bowels, feel the cockhead’s slit opening to gush. So much cum was dumped that it started to seep around Miguel’s dick, plugging your entrance and sliding down to your balls.

“You were amazing, cariño,” Miguel said breathlessly, pulling his teeth from your skin. You were out of it—acknowledging what he said by squeezing his hands. He smiled, tilting your head to face him before pressing his lips against yours. What an experience. You definitely wanted more, but your body was screaming to rest and sleep.

THE END

Author’s note: Hello, my strawberries! First fic for Pride Month! I hope this was good, and my birthday is approaching soon… turning 20 (dying on the inside).

Special thanks to my proofreader — @sagethegaywitch