#imagnes

To Miguel’s advice, you take a deep breath and smile up at him. His hand rested on your waist, also playing his role well. Finally, he looked down at you and spoke softly. “The more in love we appear, the less we’ll be watched,” He said, shooting you a sly message.

You catch the message instantly and continue looking at him, your smile turning slightly snarky. You slowly put your hand on his cheek, tilting his face down to meet your lips for a small kiss. “Like that?” You asked once you released him.

Miguel, the mighty Spider-Man, doesn’t get taken by surprise often. But that kiss certainly did. He knows you two are undercover as husband and wife, but he really wasn’t expecting you to take it so far to kiss him already–especially unprompted. He sucked in a breath after the kiss and chuckled at you, amused. “Exactly like that,” He smiled.

Your faces are still only a few inches apart from each other. “Now, my dear,” You smiled again, your hand still on Miguel’s cheek, “Do you see the criminal?”

Miguel’s eyes scan the room, trying his hardest not to be noticed by anyone. But he continues to play along. He leans down again, just a breath away from you, still smiling as he answers. “No, sweetheart, how about you?” He asked.

Your eyes danced around the room, looking for anyone suspicious. After a minute of looking, still standing close to Miguel, you looked back at him. “No, not yet,” You said, leaning in quickly to peck his lips again.

In response, Miguel sighed. He tried not to look annoyed, but you’ve known him for far too long not to know how he looks when you annoy him. “You need to be focused,” He grumbled, but not moving away from his position. “How am I supposed to work with you if you don’t take it seriously?”

You knew he meant it as an insult, so you playfully gasped in response before whispering to him. “I am taking this seriously,” You shot back, harsh but quiet. Then, your eyes catch someone staring at the two of you for longer than any normal person would. “Someone’s watching us now,” You started, quickly coming up with a plan. “I’m making sure it’s not the mark. Lean in and kiss my neck so I can get a better look,” You said, making Miguel raise his eyebrows in response.

He was a bit shocked at your demand but also impressed. “Clever,” He said under his breath, slowly leaning in and attaching his lips to your neck lightly. You turned your head to follow the mysterious man around the side of the club. It wasn’t anything that would leave a mark, but the contact made his heart stop, and Miguel never imagined that he would ever kiss you in this way, let alone on a mission. But he listened to you and peppered a few kisses just as you asked him.

“Stay there,” You added, fluttering your eyes to make it look like you were enjoying the kiss and fully distracted as you watched the man look back at you and Miguel. “Okay, darling,” You whispered again. “Come up my neck, to my cheek, and move my face to the left,” You directed him. “Go slow, he’s watching.”

Miguel doesn’t answer, but he listens and slowly moves his head up your neck, jaw, and cheek, kissing slowly. His one hand stabilized himself on the bar while the other was still on your waist. Once he made it to your cheek and planted another kiss, he moved his hand from the bar and turned your cheek. “There?” He asked, barely moving his lips off of you.

“Perfect,” You sighed. “Thank you, my love,” You said, your eyes scanning the room as you watched the mysterious guy leave. “I don’t think it’s our guy directly. I think he might be reporting to him,” You explained, and Miguel slowly removed his lips and fingers from your cheek, leaning back with a smirk. “We put on a pretty good show,” You smirked at him as Miguel’s other hand also landed on your waist. “He didn’t seem suspicious at all.”

“Good,” Miguel responded. “Glad you were paying attention,” He said, removing both his hands from your waist and turning back to his drink sitting on the bar. As you watched him, Miguel grabbed his rocks glass and tossed his head back as he finished the rest of his drink in one swig. “Since you did so well with that,” He said as he set his glass down, turning his head back to you. “What’s the next part of your plan?”

You looked at him with furrowed brows. Miguel said that like he was testing you, expecting you to pose the next part of your plan, and he would grade you. He may have a few superhero-ing years on you, but not enough to where he can treat you like he’s your leader. “What’s that look for?” He asked, looking you up and down. “Am I not pleasing you, my wife?”

You rolled your eyes at Miguel as he watched you. “You act like I need supervision and approval,” You started, finishing your drink before continuing. “I am just as skilled a hero as you are. But, since you asked so kindly, I do have the next part of the plan,” You said, smirking as you looked back at Miguel to see his eyebrows raise, egging you on to keep going. “We need to follow him, hopefully, he’ll lead us to his boss. So, you’re going to drag me out of here, laughing, like the drunk and in-love couple we are. Once we’re outside, push me up against the side of the building so I can get a better view of the guy,” You propose, seeing Miguel’s concern grow on his face. “Then we go from there.”

Miguel shook his head when you finished speaking. “Seems a bit overkill,” He said. “Why so much?”

“Can’t let anyone catch on that we’re undercover,” You said slyly. “If the guy catches us, our whole plan will blow,” You smirked again, this time taking your time to look him up and down. “What, did kissing my skin make you forget our whole goal of this case?”

Miguel struggled to find words for a moment, which you rarely ever see out of him. “I, uh, no,” He tried to convince you.

You cocked your head at him, finally catching him in a moment of weakness. “How am I supposed to work with you if you don’t take it seriously?” You asked, using his exact words against him, knowing you caught him off guard and distracted him. “I’ll forgive you this time, Miguel.”

He chuckled in astonishment at your boldness. “You,” He paused, “Are such a brat,” Miguel said. Your jaw dropped in surprise, but before you could respond, he smiled again and grabbed your hand, quickly dragging you out of the club like you directed in your plan.

You played along, pretending not to also have been caught by surprise, as you laughed while he pulled you through the crowd. As soon as you got out the front door, Miguel spotted the mysterious man and did exactly as you planned, turning the corner and throwing you against the brick wall. He still had his hand around one of your wrists, and he pinned it to the wall as his face stopped only an inch away from yours. “Do you see him?” He grumbled, looking into your eyes as he leaned forward.

Your eyes darted to the parking lot. “Yes,” You whispered. “He’s watching us again.”

Miguel smirked. “He must’ve enjoyed our show inside,” He said in a low tone. “Maybe we should give him another one.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he threw his head forward and attached his lips to yours hungrily. He kissed you hard for a few moments before backing off to let you breathe, but he didn’t move away, and he still had your arm pinned. This time, you were the one thrown off and distracted as you stared at Miguel with wide eyes. “Dear,” Miguel said, continuing like he didn’t just kiss you. “How do you think we get him to come over here?”

You tilted your head to get your mouth closer to his ear. “He doesn’t seem like the type that would fall for a threesome trick, so just follow my lead,” You said, which only worried Miguel in the process. You didn’t give him any time to ask what you were planning, and you quickly shoved your free hand on Miguel’s chest, pushing him back. “Hey! What are you thinking?” You shouted. “Just because I’m your wife, it doesn’t mean you can do that,” You scold Miguel, definitely taking him by surprise.

Miguel didn’t move very far because he still held your other wrist to the wall, but you looked angry, and it caught the attention of the criminal. “Mi amor,” Miguel said in a hushed tone, trying to get you to calm down. “You just look so beautiful, and all the things you say to me…” He trailed off, smiling slightly.

“I still told you not here!” You shouted again, trying to shake your wrist out of his grasp. “Let me go!”

Before Miguel could react or respond, you noticed the criminal walking closer to the two of you. “You heard the lady,” The criminal grumbled. “Let the sweet thing go.”

Instinctively, Miguel pulled his hand back from your wrist. Once it was free, you used your other hand to rub it where he held it. It didn’t hurt, but you wanted to make it look like it did. You were impressed that it worked so well in getting the criminal interested, but it was easy to tell he just wanted to be a hero and save the pretty girl.

“Good,” The criminal said, walking toward you and cutting Miguel off, forcing him to step back. “Are you okay, little one?” He asked, and you shifted your stance to respond to the man.

“I am, thank you,” You said. “My husband just had too much to drink and got too excited,” You explained.

The criminal laughed, looking back at Miguel once. “I can tell. He was all over you inside, too.”

You nodded, trying to figure out a way to steer the conversation to get him to admit what you want to hear. “Yeah, he gets like that. Thank you for your help. Not every day you’re saved by a big, strong man,” You smirked.

Miguel stayed quiet while you played the game, and the criminal was playing right into your compliments. “I’m sure I could show you a better time than whatever your lousy husband can do,” The criminal said. “A little girl like you needs a real man.”

You noticed Miguel roll his eyes at the criminal, but the criminal had no interest in him whatsoever. You giggled, fitting your role. “You’re right. Say, what do you do for work? I’m sure it’s much more interesting than the accountant my husband is.”

The criminal smirked at you. “It definitely is, little one,” He said. “But I can’t disclose that. It’s classified.”

“Pity,” You sighed and walked up to him, close enough to grab his hand. You stepped up on your tip toes to get close to his face, shooting a quick look at Miguel. “Is there any chance that you work for Kingpin?”

The criminal's smirk was wiped off his face as you asked him this question. He tried to pull his hand away from you, but you’re strong, and you had a tight grip. “Aw, big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You asked. “My husband and I just need to ask you some questions.”

Right as you said that, Miguel shot some webs at the criminal, and he fell to the ground. You wiped your hand off on your dress and shrugged once Miguel stood next to you. “Good work,” Miguel said. “Let’s get him to HQ,” He said, swiftly picking up the criminal, the two of you throwing your masks on and swinging out of the parking lot and back to headquarters.

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You and Miguel walked out of the interrogation room after a grueling few hours. You ripped your mask off, and Miguel turned off the projection on his face, both exhausted. He asked one of the Peter Parkers to move Kingpin's goon to a holding cell so he could take a break.

“I really did not expect it to take so long for him to talk,” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Though, I’m impressed how well we played our roles as husband and wife.”

As you walked down an empty hallway, HQ being nearly empty from the late hour, you looked at Miguel when he didn’t respond. “Hello? Earth to O’Hara?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Do you ever shut up?” He growled, glaring at you when he turned his head. “We just got out of interrogating that guy for hours, and you’re still talking,” Miguel said. “I was right. You really are an annoying brat.”

“Excuse me?” You asked Miguel, eyebrows raised. “I am not a brat.”

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head. “Ay, dios…” He muttered. “Yes, you are,” He said, turning his whole body to stand in front of you, looking down. “The entire mission only proved to me that you are.” (Oh my god).

You crossed your arms, staring up at him, annoyed at what he was calling you. “I am not.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, his voice deep as he towered over you. Miguel looked both ways down the hallway before he put one hand on your shoulder, shoving you into the wall. His other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tight. “If you’re not a brat, tell me you don’t like this,” He said as he brought his face closer to yours, his lips only a breath away from kissing yours.

You stayed silent, breathing heavily and trying not to react to him. “Tell me,” Miguel demanded again. “Tell me you don’t like this.”

“I can’t,” You whispered, pinned hard against the wall.

Miguel smirked. “I knew it,” He said, closing that last inch and kissing you immediately. His kiss only pushed you harder into the wall, and your bodies were touching. You tried to move your other hand that he wasn’t holding to touch his arm, but before you could barely lift it, he removed his hand from your shoulder and caught your other wrist, also pinning it to the wall. All you could do was let Miguel kiss you, and you kissed him back.

He pulled back for a moment to take a breath. “You can tell me to stop,” He said through heavy breaths.

You shook your head, also breathing heavily, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” Miguel said, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around your waist. He picked you up like you weighed nothing, which surprised you, but his height and strength made it easy for him. He rushed down the rest of the hallway until he stopped at the door to his room, quickly entering and setting you down.

Upon locking the door, he pushed you up against the wall again, wasting no time returning to kissing you. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand and held them together above your head, and his other hand held your chin angled up. The kiss deepened, pulling a few moans from both of you as you couldn’t get enough of each other.

After a few minutes, Miguel pulled his head back again to let you breathe. He let out a laugh, and you could see his slight smile from the dim lamp in the corner of the room. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing, mi amor,” Miguel said. “Or…what was it the criminal called you that you liked so much?” He asked aloud, then smirked when he remembered. “That’s right. Little one. Pequeña.”

“Mhm,” You hummed, tilting your head to try to get him to kiss you again, but you didn’t have much leverage as he held your wrists and your chin.

Miguel angled his head so you couldn’t get any closer. “No, pequeña. Have some patience,” He said. “You’re going to take this suit off the moment I release your wrists, understand?”

“Yes,” You whispered, and Miguel nodded. He let your wrists drop, and he stepped back, giving you some space as he watched you peel off your skin-tight suit. He had to admit; he really hated that you changed into your costume when you returned to Spider Society HQ; he loved how you looked in the dress. But he also loved watching you listen to his command and undress only a few feet in front of him.

When you stepped out of your bodysuit, you tossed it onto the floor, and Miguel’s gaze made you feel even more exposed than you were. You still had your sports bra and underwear on, but how he stared at you made you feel completely bare. You brought your arms up to cross them in front of your stomach, trying to hide whatever else you could.

“Don’t,” Miguel said in a deep tone as he continued staring. “Keep your hands at your side, pequeña. Let me look at you,” He said, his eyes not moving. You moved your hands back to your sides and looked down at the floor for a few minutes before Miguel spoke again. “Remove your bra.”

Slowly, you moved your hands from your sides and grabbed the hem of your sports bra, slipping it over your head. You shut your eyes when your breasts were on full display, fighting the urge to hide them with your hands. “Are you uncomfortable?” Miguel asked. “If you are, we can stop everything and forget this ever happened. You just have to speak up.”

“No,” You shook your head, opening your eyes again. “Just nervous.”

“There’s no need to be,” He replied. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, pequeña.” As he said this, he walked closer to you and put one of his hands around your waist. You looked up at him, and Miguel smirked down at you. “Truly beautiful. We should go on undercover missions more often. You cleaned up nicely.”

“So did you,” You responded, causing Miguel to smile in response. “I liked pretending to be your confident wife.”

“Hmm,” Miguel said, his face getting closer to yours. “Maybe too confident. I need to get my revenge on you for your little neck-kissing stunt. How did that go? Like this?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck like he did just a few hours prior. He focused on a few spots above your collarbone and shoulder, sucking and biting lightly to leave some marks. After spending some time on your neck, he copied what he did earlier and left a trail of kissing up your neck, jaw, and cheek, finally settling on your lips again.

Miguel’s free hand moved and landed on your breast as he kissed you. He gently massaged, going slow in case you needed to tell him to stop, but you never did. When he pulled back from your lips, his head dove down, planted a few kisses on your chest, then smiled at you. “Come on,” He said and grabbed your wrist tightly to pull you across the room to his bed.

He set you gently on the bed, putting his hand on your chest and pushing you back to lie down. Immediately, Miguel leaned over you, straddling your hips. “Keep your hands on the bed,” He directed you as he leaned in to kiss you again, his suit still on. His weight on top of you was a different sensation from anything you had felt before, and you desperately wanted to reach your hands up and touch his hair. As he kissed you, your mind started to spin, and one of your hands moved off the bed.

Before it even got a few inches off, he caught your wrist and pushed it back into the bed. “I’m serious, pequeña. Your hands stay on the bed,” He muttered when he pulled away from your lips. “Or I will secure them to the bed.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before attacking your lips again, but his hand did let go of your wrist, trusting you to listen. The hand that propped himself up on the bed stayed next to you while the other made its way down to your waist, playing with the edge of your panties. “Can’t wait to get these off, pequeña,” Miguel said against your lips.

“You’re still dressed,” You replied, a slight pout on your face.

He laughed against you. “I can turn that off in an instant,” He said. “But I want to see you imagining what’s under my suit,” You can feel the smirk radiating off him. “I’ll give you a hint.”

Miguel moved his bottom half closer to you, nearly grinding up against your panties so you could feel him. You gasped at the sudden touch, not expecting to feel him in this way while he still had his suit on. “So?” He prompted.

You nodded quickly. “I’m imagining,” You promised, and he chuckled at you before kissing you again, sneaking his hand under your panty line. As Miguel ground against you and his fingers got closer to where you wanted, your hand quickly went up to his hair and pulled.

Immediately, he removed his hand from under your panties, stopped kissing you, and sat up so he wasn’t touching you at all. “Tsk,” Miguel shook his head. “I gave you one task, pequeña, and you couldn’t do it. I warned you to keep your hands on the bed,” He said, sounding a mix of both disappointment and excitement. “Put your hands above your head.”

“What?” You asked, not sure what he was getting at.

“Put your hands above your head,” He directed, more serious this time. When you still didn’t move, he rolled his eyes and leaned forward again, grabbing your wrists one by one and throwing them above your head. When he sat back up, he held out one of his arms and aimed his wrist at your hands, shooting a few webs to secure your hands and wrists to the headboard.

Miguel was amused when he saw your look of surprise. “I warned you that if you couldn’t keep your hands on the bed, then I would make sure you would,” He shrugged. “And, now, if you don’t want your feet to end up the same way, you’ll keep your legs still. Do you understand, pequeña?”

“I-I understand, Miguel,” You stammered, a bit intimidated but matching his excitement. You pulled at the webs around your wrists, testing their strength, making him laugh again.

“You know that those aren’t going anywhere,” He said, leaning back over you. He kissed along the center of your breasts and down your stomach, stopping at your panties. “I think it’s time we finally take these off,” Miguel said, hooking his finger in and pulling them down, moving your legs as he needed to get them off of you easily. He smirked when he saw you glistening. “Oh, you really want this, huh?” He asked.

You nodded in response. “Y-yes,” You said.

Miguel shook his head with a cocky look on his face. He tilted his head up as he looked down at you, and before you knew it, his suit dematerialized, and he was overtop you, smirking. There were definitely benefits to his suit being a projection, and easy access was one of them.

But he was teasing you.

Only his chest and arms were exposed, making you gasp at his bare body, but also impatient to see the rest of him the same way. “What’s that look for?” Miguel asked, knowing the answer. “You’ve seen me shirtless before. Don’t be shy now,” He said, knowing you’re vulnerable. Though it may be true, that was a different circumstance. He was patching himself up after getting hit; he wasn’t over you, smirking at you while naked and tied up. This was entirely different.

He could tell you were distracted by looking at his chest. You were staring and maybe a little stuck in your own head with all your annoying thoughts. Miguel decided that if he wanted your attention, he was going to get it and keep it.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you yelped when you felt Miguel’s fingers run through your folds. Your legs instantly reacted, squeezing your thighs together, but Miguel just pushed them apart with a satisfied grin on his face. “Got your attention now,” He said, slowly moving his fingers up and down, quickly getting covered in your slick. You kept making noises, whimpering, and he was a little concerned. “Pequeña, if you want me to stop, just say it.”

You shook your head quickly, grounding yourself and catching your breath. “No, don’t…don’t want you to stop,” You managed to force out the complete sentence.

Upon your confirmation, Miguel nodded. He kept moving his fingers while his other hand held your thigh down, making sure you couldn’t move that one. Every few strokes, his fingers brushed over your clit, making you gasp in surprise, but it was never enough stimulation to do anything else. He was barely moving fast enough to build you up; he was still only teasing you.

When he pulled his fingers away, you groaned loudly. “What?” Miguel asked, amused. “Does someone not like being treated like the little brat she is?”

“I’m…I’m not a brat,” You argued with him, but Miguel only laughed in response.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, cocking his head as his hand came back down onto you. Quickly, he started circling your clit, flicking it a few times, then rubbing fast. “You wouldn’t like this if you weren’t a brat,” He said, the speed of his fingers increasing once he heard you starting to moan and thrash in your web bindings. “And if you weren’t a brat, you’d stay still, like you promised. Do you want me to secure the rest of your body to the bed?” Miguel asked, keeping his fingers moving against you.

It was hard to respond with all the stimulation, but you forced your body to stop thrashing and pulling because you really didn’t want him to add any more webs to your body. You wanted him to do more, to touch your harder, to fuck you, but he was taking his time. And it was driving you crazy.

Miguel knew you’d have a hard time staying still, and he let some twitches and movement slide. He only really cared about the intense pulling and struggling. You moaned against Miguel’s fast fingers as he quickly built you up to the edge of an orgasm, careful to slow down before you went over the edge.

You were right there, about to orgasm from Miguel just touching you, but he pulled away. When all stimulation stopped, your legs contracted, and you ached, yelling loudly at how mean he was. Miguel just stared at you as you writhed in desperation, screaming out how much you needed to come. He shook his head at you as he watched, his hands resting on his hips. “Pequeña mocosa,” Miguel scoffed, staring down at you. (little brat).

When you finally calmed down, still on the edge of release, you were able to open your eyes and look at Miguel. However, when you saw him this time, his whole suit was gone, and he was finally in front of you, fully naked. Your eyes widened upon seeing him like this, but it certainly wasn’t an unwelcome view.

“Staring is rude,” Miguel commented, moving to sit on the bed on his knees between your legs. “Tell me what you want, pequeña.”

“You,” You gasped out, still recovering from your almost orgasm.

Miguel laughed, leaning over you now. “I know that. I need you to be more specific,” He instructs, his hands going back down to lightly touch your pussy.

You yelped again when his hand returned to touching you, moving devilishly slow up and down, just enough to keep your brain scrambled. You almost couldn’t believe he was going to make you spell it out for him, but it also made too much sense that he wanted to hear your exact words. “I want you to fuck me raw,” You said in a low, sultry tone.

Miguel wasn’t expecting you to say that or to be that confident. He was expecting you to skirt around the question until he was so impatient that he would do what you wanted. But, after getting over his initial shock at your bluntness, he smirked. “Dios, you are such a brat,” He shook his head and removed his hand again, adjusting himself so he was more lined up with you. You watched his hand go down to his cock, grabbing it and stroking a few times. “Are you sure that’s what you want, pequeña?” Miguel asked.

You nodded your head, your eyes not leaving the sight in front of you. “Yes. I’m certain,” You said, now just waiting in anticipation. Miguel’s smirk didn’t leave his face as he teased you, lining himself up right against your entrance. You pulled at the webs around your hands, wanting to touch him, to pull him against you, and it only made him more cocky in this position. “Miguel…” You whined, stretching out his name.

A soft laugh escaped Miguel’s lips. “Fine, fine, I’ll stop messing with you,” He said and slowly, finally, pushed his cock into you. At just the tip, you let out a groan like you never had before, this new feeling of Miguel surprising you. He took the groan as encouragement, sliding all the way in and starting to pump in and out at a steady pace. As much as he wanted to fuck you raw like you so boldly dared him, he was going to ease into it a bit. He wanted to take his time, getting you even more desperate for him, so for now, he went slow.

“Faster,” You gasped, trying to move your hips in time with his, but he held you so tight you could barely move them.

“Have patience, pequeña,” Miguel said, squeezing his hands as he kept his pace steady. “Remember, stay still. I would hate to have to web up your legs. It would be terrible if you couldn’t move even an inch,” His smirk got even bigger. “Or would my little brat like that?”

You shook your head, not wanting him to have any excuse to stop his movements. It only made Miguel laugh as he moved slower to drive all the way into you, his hips against you and pausing to admire your face. “You are truly beautiful,” He said, then leaned in as he was still paused inside you. He smiled as he leaned forward, slowly attaching his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss, causing you to close your eyes and enjoy the sensation.

“Tell me what you want,” Miguel said once he pulled back from your lips.

After taking a deep breath, you nodded at him once. “I want you to move,” You said, desperate for any more stimulation. “I want you to go faster.”

“Hm,” Miguel hummed, looking into your eyes to see how much you really wanted him. “I think I can do that for you,” He smiled and started to move in and out of you again. His pace started slow like before, but he was quickly building up to a faster speed, thrusting his hips and grunting loudly. Your grunts and moans matched his as he sped up, going fast but not hurting you, and your legs quickly started to shake from the force of Miguel’s body.

You were going to ask Miguel to adjust so he could hit the best spot, but as soon as you opened your mouth to ask, a loud moan was forced out of you as Miguel’s fingers went right back onto your clit. He smirked when you reacted to his fingers, and he moved them slowly around you, giving you just enough stimulation to bring you back to the edge.

Your legs tightened around Miguel’s body as he pumped into you faster, and his fingers played with you. Miguel didn’t mind that you moved your legs this time because he loved the feeling of your legs around his hips, holding him to you. It made him feel powerful, like you needed him.

Miguel felt even more powerful when you couldn’t say anything besides his name and moan loudly. Those were the best noises he’d ever heard, and if he could only hear that for the rest of his life, he’d be happy. He didn’t realize until tonight how much you needed him; it was as much as he needed you.

He smirked down at you as he felt your legs start to shake around his hips, knowing you were close to your orgasm as he moved in and out of you and kept his finger playing with your clit. “Come on, pequeña, you can do it,” He encouraged you, as he also was building up to the edge of release.

You started to moan louder as you were pushed over the edge of your climax, Miguel’s hand moving quickly on your clit to help you through it. Once you screamed out, tightening around Miguel as he kept moving in and out of you. “Fuck, pequeña,” Miguel grunted, his voice low, still thrusting into you as fast as he could. He watched your eyes roll back into your head and arch your back off the bed as you screamed his name out. As soon as he heard you say his name in that rough voice, Miguel pushed over the edge with you, twitching inside you and releasing.

Miguel matched your moans, grunting your name through his orgasm. When he finally came down, he pulled out of you and collapsed on your chest. Your brain was a bit mushy, and your eyes kept fluttering shut.

You weren’t sure how you got there, but when your brain finally returned to reality, you were sitting in a bath, being cleaned off by Miguel. He was quiet, gently running a washcloth over your shoulders as he sat behind you. “Miguel?” You spoke, your voice hoarse.

“Ah, there she is,” Miguel hummed from behind you. “You feeling okay, pequeña?” He asked.

Nodding slowly, you looked a little confused. “What did I miss?”

Miguel chuckled a little. “You were a bit out of it, but it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Miguel said. “You know, you’re not such a brat when you’re like this,” He joked.

“Ha-ha,” You threw a glare at him. “I think we should be undercover partners more often.”

You watched as he shook his head, his lip curling up into a tiny smile. “Maybe,” He said. “You should go back to being quiet; you’re much more tolerable like that,” Miguel smirked, leaning in so his mouth was right next to your ear. “Who knows, maybe I’ll even fuck you until you’re raw next time,” He said.

“Hmm,” You matched his smirk. “It’s a tempting offer. I’ll think about it.”

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“Geralt what are you on? We’ve been traveling for weeks don’t you just want to sleep?” You all but whined.

“I do want to sleep, but I doubt I’ll be able to with how horrible you smell.” His lips turned into a sly smirk as your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me, I know I bathe more than you do. And you’re the one who smells like onions.” His hands wrapped around your waist, hoisting you onto your feet in a quick move. Causing you to squeal slightly.

“I never said I didn’t stink too, dove. But I know how much you enjoy your baths figured I’d let you have the clean water first.” Your heart swelled at his sweetness. He may be rough and mean, but with you, he was soft and kind. Your hands gently cupped his jaw as you peppered his hairy skin with kisses while his hands worked at undressing you.

Once you were bare he guided you into the hot water. Fully submerged you let out a long sigh, your head lying back against the tub. Geralt pulled a stool to the end of the tub by your feet, placed a cloth on his legs before reaching for the box and tin.

“What are you doing love?” You questioned, eyes half-closed as you enjoy the almost scorching hot water.

“You mentioned a few times how much you wanted a straight blade to shave your legs. I bought one. Figured I’d do it for you.” Your eyes opened fully as you looked at him. He had the blade open as he gave it a quick sharpen before pulling out a bar of soap. He dipped his hands and soap into the water by your legs, before pulling your left leg completely out of the water.

“Oh Geralt, you don’t have to do this.” You mumbled as he gently started to scrub and massage your leg. Focusing on your claves, knowing those bothered you more than anything.

“I know dove, you take care of me so well on the road. I just wanted to pay you back in more than food and sex.” You giggled softly.

He gently pushed your foot down so your toes were arched to the floor, making your skin taught. You felt the cold metal of the blade slip down your skin softly. You did desperately need a shave. As did he.

“Is food and sex still going to happen even with the extra pampering?” I asked as you watched his concentrated face. His brows softened gently as he smirked, licking his lips. The blade slides down the side of your calf to your ankle. He was very efficient, nearly done with the first half of your leg.

“Of course they’ll still happen, baby.” His voice was lower than normal, hands touching your leg a little more sensually as he felt for any missed hair.

He gently placed your leg back into the tub, grabbed the other one, and repeated his actions. The room was silent, in the best way. It was a silence you could both enjoy. Apart from the fire cracking, silence. This silence was best because you know he wasn’t worried. His shoulder was relaxed, his face held concentration to shaving your legs perfectly, not a concentration for monsters. He wasn’t stressed, he looked peacefully beautiful.

“You’re staring at me, baby.” He whispered as he finished your right leg, gently sliding it back into the water handing you the bar of soap. He dipped his hands into the water gently running them up and down your now soft and silky legs. The hair never bothered him, he didn’t care what you looked like or smelled like. He couldn’t view you as anything but perfect. But he did miss the silly feeling of your legs.

“I’m just enjoying my view Geralt. Nothing wrong with that.” You quipped. He smiled, his hands leaving your legs much to your dismay.

“Why don’t you join me, love? There’s plenty of room. The water is still hot.” You bit your lip softly, looking him up and down. Undressing him with your eyes.

It had been at least a week since you’d had sex. Note that neither of you meant for it to be so long, but life on the road tended to make it harder. Especially if Geralt had a hunt. He was always too tired and so were you most nights. As soon as you both lay down it’s minutes before you’re asleep.

He stood from the stool and began undressing, a bit too slow for your liking. He started with his tunic unbuttoning it ever so slowly. Before it was finally discarded and you could see his scar-covered chest and torso. His pants clung to his thick legs as he undid those buttons.

He tutted softly at you, smirking as he watched your desperate eyes.

“Oh hush up Geralt and get in.” You snapped, eyes in a glare that made him chuckle.

“Whatever you want, princess.” Princess. I word you both hated and loved. You ran from your royal title many years prior. Meeting Geralt and the pesky bard on your travels. No one called you princess, except for Geralt. And only when he was about to fuck you ruthlessly.

He discarded his pants revealing his semi-hard cock, making your cunt pulse. He moved behind you, setting your body between his legs. His own breath of relief fanned the back of your neck. His arms wound themselves around your waist, holding you desperately close to him.

“You make me feel safe princess.” He mumbled, his hands gently squeezing you. Your hands gently stroked up and down his arms, head leaning back into him more.

“You make me feel safe Geralt.” You whispered, turning your head so you were looking at him.

His face was damp from the steam from the bath. The water was now getting dirtier. His lips curled into a smile. A smile you would pay as much money as he wanted, to see. Your finger grazed his hairy jaw as you studied his face up close. Your eyes eventually landed on his.

You stayed like that for a while, just looking at one another, fingers roaming and grazing each other’s bodies. But only to remind yourselves of each other. Your fingers danced along with his many scars across his shoulders and arms, your body now completely turned to him. Your legs around his waist, groins pressed together but in a way that just made your bodies melt. Your hands were covered in soap suds as you washed his body, taking special care of him as he had you.

“You should let me shave your face, love.” You whispered as you washed away the suds from his chest. He chuckled softly, rubbing his hairy chin into your neck making you giggle and cringe away from him slightly, not too far before he pulled you back in close to him.

“Don’t like the facial hair, princess.” He asked.

“Not that I don’t like it, but common Ger. It’s getting a bit out of control.” You said with a small laugh.

“After dinner and sex?” He asked eyebrow cocked.

Gently wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his, softly grinding your hips into his, causing his shaft to slip between your lips. Earning you a soft grunt.

“Sex first?” The words had barely been spoken before you were hoisted out of the water, legs wrapped around his strong waist. He effortlessly carried you to the bed. He stood back from you, eyes dancing around your body.

“Gods you are so beautiful.” He mumbled, his hands sliding up your legs, to your hips, and up your side to your breasts.

His lips peppered kisses along your jaw, to your neck, and down to your breasts. His hands continued their work, kneading and groping two of his favorite things. Your eyes fluttered shut as he admired your body, kissing and licking down your chest till he got to your left nipple. He gently kissed around the bud before engulfing your breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting it.

“Oh Geralt...” you whimpered, hands going to his damp hair, eyes closing. You could feel him smile on your breast. He got the reaction he wanted.

His lips were warm and soft as he continued kissing and nibbling your breasts and nipples. Your chest would be completely marked by the end no doubt. He continued kissing down your body to your navel, and down further to the place you wanted him most.

His hands gently spread your legs apart wider, hooked under your thighs as he knelt to the floor face level with your now glistening wet pussy. His eyes moved to your eyes as he licked his lip.

“My favorite meal if I’m honest.” He growled, kissing and nipping your inner thighs. Moving closer and closer. Your hands gripped onto the blanket below you, knowing he was about to take your breath away.

You moaned loudly as his tongue licked a stripe up your wet cunt to your clit. “F-fuck Geralt.”

He chuckled deeply as he devoured you. You couldn’t make a sound as he started, the feeling being nearly enough to tip you over the edge right there. You closed your eyes, arching your back as you whimpered small curse words trying your best to surpass the growing climax you felt in the pit of your stomach. He could tell you were getting closer, he could hear your heart beating faster and the smell of your womanhood changed when you were close. Something only he would ever notice.

“Cum for me princess.” His words of encouragement and skilled tongue were all you needed.

With a string of curse words and his name coming from your mouth with whines and pathetic moans you desperately tried to, contain not wanting others to hear, you came into his mouth. He gladly licked and swallowed what he could of your juices. Loving the sounds you made and the way you curled your fingers into his hair. He continued his licking and lapping through your climax and didn’t stop until your grip on his hair got looser.

He lifted his face, his hairy chin covered in your wetness, his eyes gleaming like two balls of fire. You were his favorite meal. He kissed his way back up your body, positioning himself between your legs. His lips met yours in a fiery, lustful kiss.

“Taste how sweet you are princess?” He asked as he pulled away slightly, your lips only centimeters apart. You blushed softly and nodded arms wrapping around his neck.

He gently lifted your legs off the bed and positioned himself below you, you could feel the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance. Geralt put his hands on your thighs and pushed them up slightly, making you arch your back giving him a better angle. Your calves rested softly on his shoulders.

He spits in his hand, running it along the length of his hardened cock before rubbing the tip along your wet folds up to your clit and back down.

“Tell me what you want, princess.” He whispered and smiled devilishly at you. He knew words were never your strength in bed. Most nights he left you struggling to even breathe let alone be able to formulate sentences.

“Geralt please.” You groaned, grinding your hips but his hands grabbed them and forced you to be still.

“Use your words for me princess, I know you can do it.” He leaned down, your legs still on his shoulders as he kissed your neck, up to your ear. He softly bit your ear lobe.

“Please princess, let me hear your voice.” His lips were so close to your ear you could hear him in your soul. You knew you had to give him what you wanted if you wanted to have him in you.

“I want you inside me Geralt, please fuck me, my love.” You whimpered into his ear. It was all he needed.

In a simple rut of his hips, his cock was deep inside you, filling you so deliciously well. Your eyes rolled back as your back arched.

You felt every inch of him, he fit inside you perfectly. You could feel every vein as he slowly began to push in and out. His own breathing was harsh and raged his grip on your thighs becoming tight, you knew he’d leave bruises. His head rested on your shoulder as he continued his slow steady thrusts. His hot breath on your neck makes the pleasure intensify. You both were having a hard time keeping it together. After a couple of minutes of him getting used to your cunt again, he began to slam his hips into you harder.

He got up on his knees, your legs still on his shoulders and he began thrusting into you with a power and force you hadn’t felt him have before. You felt his tip so deep inside you scrapping a spot so well your toes were curling and you were breathless already. Your back arched off the bed as you moan louder and louder. No longer caring if anyone heard you. This was different than the times before. The energy was alive like it never had been. You felt every inch of him up to your ears. All you could smell was him, the taste of his tongue was still on your lips, his warm hands held your shaking legs. His deep moans and groans, breathy curses of your name, were the only things you could hear. Even when your eyes closed all you could see was him. His eyes, his smile. He was intoxicating. Your hands reached for him you didn’t know what part of him you wanted, but you needed something.

He saw you reaching for him and moving your legs to the side so he could bend down. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He never stopped his thrusts. The sound of his cock slamming into your wet cunt and your moans was all he could hear. His lips met yours again as you held onto him his hands on either side of your head so he wouldn’t crush you.

“Fuck I love you.” He groaned into your mouth. Your heartbeat soared, your body shaking as you saw stars. Those three little words pushed you to the edge. The first time he ever said them.

He felt your cum spill around him, your wall contracting so hard around him it nearly push his cock out “Fucking christ-” he gasped. His lips continued their assault on your own, his tongue invaded your mouth as he tasted all of you. Every inch of you he tried to engulf, he wanted to have every part of your body imprinted in his mind forever.

“Fuckkkkkk Y/N, fuckkkkkk!” He yelled with heavy thrusts as he spilled his warm load deep inside you, mixing with your own it leaked out around him, down onto the blanket. Your hands held his shoulders tightly as you cling to him. His bodyweight now crashing down on you as he fought his own breath.

After a while, he rolled off you, but not far from you. His arm draped over your body as you both lay on your backs staring at the ceiling. Your chest rising and falling heavily.

“I love you Geralt.” You finally said once you found your voice again.

Geralt couldn’t help but chuckle at how horse your voice sounded. He rolled onto his side so he was facing you, his hand now rubbing up and down your body softly. His face was soft, content. He looked peaceful. His eyes were on your face as he studied your tiered expression. He leaned over and softly kissed you, his hand coping your face softly.

“I’m only sorry it took me so long to say it.” He mumbled into your lips. You smiled and put your hands on his cheeks. Kissing his face all over made him laugh softly. You were his kryptonite.

Both your stomachs rumble as you lay next to one another. “How about dinner?” He asked kissing your nose.

“Sounds lovely, but I may need assistance getting down the stairs.” You said with a laugh. Geralt smiled and stood grabbing your pack.