#sub spiderman

Thinking about a few lyrics from “Jealou$y” (The Neighbourhood) and Miguel. It’s really clouding my mind, like making me go insane.

❝Promise you that'll make a baby with you.❞  You whisper into his ear, before lining up your strap/cock to his hole. 

Due to your previous rounds, you slid in with ease which makes Miguel groan at the returning feeling of you thrusting into him. You waste no time, and keep to your usual quick pace of pushing your full length into him. He writhes at each jab at his prostate, making him see stars every time. Usually you restrict him from touching you, but tonight felt different. 

You let him grasp at your back, digging his claws into your back. His muscled arms pull you closer to him, allowing you to whisper dirty nothings as you use him. You just had to have your way with him, after that stupid act he tried to pull off this morning. You know the typical act to catch your focus by flirtingly talking it up with some random person. His pride really got the best of him, because it pushed him further to fuck with you. Dragging him away from the “simple” conversation, you don’t bother asking him about it, already knowing his ego is going to talk batshit and just enjoy the heavy silence on the way home.

“This is all mine, yeah?” You remind Miguel through rough moans, while making your strap/cock hit sharply to punctuate it.

“Yes, fu-fuck, ye-” He tries to reply back, but your strap/cock pulsing inside him is all on his mind. With pre-cum already dripping down, his neglected cock grinds against your stomach. You think about moving a hand to help him, but you stop when you glance at his fucked-out state. He’s already so messed up, with messy curls splayed against the sheets and a trembling toned chest covered in bites. Of course you can’t forget those gorgeous eyes staring back at you in a daze. So, the bruising grip on his waist tightens and you continue bringing it to yours.

❝Make a momma of you.❞ You rasp at him, as you feel the heat of your orgasm rising. But Miguel barely registers your words, due to the spurting feeling of your strap/cock.

Slowing down slightly, you fuck out your high straight to his prostate, angling your hips for a different depth. He whines at the change in speed, and lifts his hips into you at his own pace. You give him silent Really? and in response he hides his face with a hand. Even when he’s near fucked dumb, his stupid ego still makes way.

“Ma’am/Sir, lo siento! Ahh, too good!” It’s just utter music to your ears.

So, you make it your goal to see his flustered face stare you down shamelessly. And here Miguel is, crying out loudly to you abusing his prostate and thrusting your strap/cock so far into him. He's shooting blanks and seeing stars at this point. His brain is too hazy from the idea of you fucking a baby into him. He can't help but just lay there, trembling and moaning, letting you grab, pinch, thrust as you please. Absolutely ignoring his aching cock and just focusing on your orgasms, quickly coating his hole white. 

❝Ain’t no drama with you.❞ You remind him that today’s little act really didn’t have an effect on you. Instead you wanted to experiment with how desperate and greedy he can be for you.

Despite your relentless pace inside of him, you litter soft kisses all over his neck and jaw. You allow Miguel to let loose under you, watching as his pride falls and he starts begging you to stop, urging you that it's too much, whimpering at every sharp thrust. Though you both know what's happening if you really do stop - you know he’ll start getting fussy. 

Although crying out for you, Miguel actually is enjoying it. Maybe he should play around with your possessiveness more.

Miguel hadn't drank any blood for several days, prioritising his spidey duties too much. This made him literally crawl to your place, all tired and unfocused. Falling to his knees in front of you, it was very obvious what he had been deprived of. So you help your love out, by lightly pricking the tips of your fingers, and ordering him,

"Open up."

Now here he is, glaring up at you with reddened eyes, as you shove your fingers in his mouth. Pressing them to the very back, making him gag slightly. You pull them out, before thrusting them in his mouth roughly, and repeating so. Miguel can’t do anything due to the utter depravity of you and blood, so all he can do is keep his mouth open for you.

Glaring eyes soon soften, as tears begin to form. While sliding your fingers in and out, his tongue rolls over them, coating them with saliva, making sure to get rid of any stings. Miguel lets out muffled whines, as he chokes on your fingertips on the nth time. Whenever he moans for you, sticky spit drips down the corners of his lips. His face is blooming, because it’s so fucking embarrassing. The fact that he’s also getting hard from you just finger-fucking his mouth is so humiliating. He just wants to cover his reddening face.

But, you just taste too sweet for his ego to fully push you away.

You watch curiously, as he kneels in between your legs. Instead of going straight to pleasuring you, he takes his time leaving kisses and small bites over legs, thighs, whatever’s in reach. Miguel even leans forwards to whisper sweet nothings all over your stomach. You can barely make out what his lips ghost to your skin, but the occasional “I’m so lucky to be with you” and “fuck you’re so gorgeous/handsome”. This really is soothing, and you bathe in his overall satisfaction of being in your presence. Though, you both know what will be even more relaxing.

“You going to get to it then?” You ask breathily, dragging him by the hair towards your main sweet spot.

AFAB!READER

Miguel wastes no time into digging his face into your pussy, licking your folds. His tongue flats out against your labia, earning a deep groan from you. With a strong grip on your thighs, he licks further into your folds, taking into note what sounds returned from certain areas. You lean back and sigh in relief.

His face is glued in between your thighs. It’s a little act from the both of you, where his whole body leans him into your folds and you push your hips to his mouth. Miguel wanted to continue whispering sweet love to you, but hearing you like this nudges him to not ruin the moment.

All on his mind is making you cum, he doesn’t care if his cock is straining against his boxers, or that his own orgasm is building up by the minute. Licking a longer stripe, you grind into Miguel’s face, pressing him right to your clit. His own groans vibrate through your body, as you pull at his hair to that right fucking spot. You don’t let him up, as the pleasure rises in you.

Miguel pulls away, as your orgasm runs through, but he latches his lips back to clean you up. All while looking the most adoringly at you. He follows the hand on his hair for his next move, be it to kiss you or work your pussy to another orgasm.

AMAB!READER

Miguel takes your cock into his mouth fully, till his nose hits your pelvis. To this you moan out loudly, feeling the absolute heat from his work. His tongue glides along the inside of your shaft as he works your balls with his hand. His cheeks bulge as he works his mouth down your shaft, taking in as much of you as he can. You push his head down, your grip tightening on his hair as you feel his nose scrape along the base of your shaft. As the tip of your dick slides and slides against his throat, you let out airy groans.

Grasping your thighs, he soon forgets about his own pulsing cock, as he pushes you towards your orgasm. You’re always the highlight of your session, meaning Miguel will always place your pleasure before his. So, he starts quickening his actions.  At this, you push into his throat and he whines into your cock as he sucks. 

Feeling less stressed by the minute, you lean back into your chair, and watch Miguel working his mouth up and down your shaft. The way his face contorts, eyes squeezed shut and all, when you slip into his throat and how he angles you through his mouth, desperate to avoid his fangs, turns you on even more. So much more, that you're starting to get close, so you reach down and pull his head forwards for a final thrust.

Moaning loudly, your orgasm bursts through you. Jerking your hips, you groan and your cock spurts semen into Miguel’s mouth. He  swallows it all down, and his eyes flutter open. Staring up longingly, he waits for your next move on him, whether it's for a kiss, or another round.