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FUCK THE BET AND FUCK ME !!!!

The Blind Bet

pairing: Miguel x reader | Inspired by The Bet by guardianangelcas

summary: “One month, you and me. No sex, no touching yourself, no orgasms.” Miguel grins as if he’d already won the bet.

content: Miguel knows exactly how to wind you up and break you down... teasing, enemies to lovers, semi-public touching, fingering, sextape, recording, masturbating... he's watching hehe

wc: 4.5k

How?

How in the hell was it possible that the chances of avoiding this situation were slim to none in the vast multiverse? Annoyingly called the Archno-Humanoid-Poly-Multiverse by the very same man who roped you into a challenge that deprived you of the only good thing after coming back from a grueling mission.

Gone were the nights of unzipping your Spidersuit to toss it into the hamper before taking a hot shower leaving your skin raw and vulnerable. Then hastily patting yourself dry with a towel that was soon to be repurposed as a rag for under your thighs — in an attempt to catch your or chosen companion’s cum before it seeped into the mattress.

Looking back, Miguel fucking O’Hara crafted his words to reel you in. Hook, line, and sinker.

–

One month ago.

“I know you’ve been using the interdimensional gizmo at night to visit your… friends.” Per usual, he was nonchalant, scrolling through anomalies on his platform, now touching the ground (a habit you noted when you were in the office with him). As if he didn’t reveal that he’d been tracking your movement with Lyla’s help, who was just as eager to know what you were up to the late hours when any other normal person would be awake.

But that was the problem in itself, you weren’t human and neither was Miguel. The stupid machine by Alchemax was to blame. Not only the incident result in both of you needing a bump of Rapture daily but it also required a quick fuck to satiate the burning feeling teetering between pain and desire at the pit of the stomach.

You didn’t reply for a few beats, which was a mistake because the dead air was suffocating. There was no sound other than the occasional beeps from the monitors and dashboard. Even with your heightened senses, Miguel’s breathing was quiet. If his back weren’t turned to you with his shoulders slightly lifting up and down, you would think he was breathing at all.

“Don’t you have better shit to do than checking my coordinates, O’Hara?” You steal your voice into some semblance of superiority but fail terribly at gaining control over the conversation.

It was a constant push and pull between you two. Who would tap out first? Who would shoot the first web? Who would sink their teeth in first? Figuratively, you suppose, but also literally because your canines are starting to itch beneath your gums, threatening to unsheathe themselves into fangs.

“That watch is company property. A company that I happen to own. Therefore, I have the right to know where it is.” Miguel releases an unamused laugh. “I’m not using it to stalk you, you narcissist.”

“Says the one who replaced his dead alternate so he could fuck his wife—”

Miguel grimaces at your comment before cutting you off, “And it happened to be in a particular universe that wasn’t yours. Care to explain? Or maybe you can just simply confirm my suspicions with a simple yes or no because you don’t seem to be articulate with your words… according to last night.”

Oh.

You forgot to turn off your watch after your debriefing with Miguel. And he heard everything. You had half a mind to tug his shoulder and turn him around just to punch the smirk off of him that you knew was contorting his face. So, you did, or close to at least until he caught your fist and encapsulated it with his own.

“Play nice, nena” Miguel mutters under a slight tug of his mouth.

The bastard found it amusing, listening to the sounds you made while you were pushed down into the mattress with a man who knew how to use his dick. Or at least good enough to help you sink deep into a dreamless sleep after a day of beating anomalies into a pulp and tossing it through the swirling vortex.

But you did dream that night, so maybe the nameless man wasn’t as good at maneuvering himself inside of you as you thought. Your mouth went dry as you recollected vivid events in the dream. Of course, it was about your boss.

You shake your head to ground yourself. “You fucking recorded it! I bet you sat your ass down on your chair and jacked off to me moaning. You disgusting—”

“The gizmo records everything so I can playback the content to observe the…” Miguel grimaced when he realized he was making the situation worse. “That’s beside the point. I deleted it already.”

You step back, letting your arms fall to your side but you still keep your hands balled up — the only way to stop yourself from engaging your talons.

Miguel looks at you with a blank stare, almost bothered. “Did you really think I would’ve saved the video?”

You scoff, “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You didn’t mean it of course, but something fiery licked at your throat to demolish him in a battle of wit and snarky comebacks.

Although the man didn’t have a running streak of good morals considering his long-standing chase with the 15-year-old boy who wanted to save his father, Miguel drew the line there – somewhere between not breaking canon and the depravity of voyeurism through a sextape.

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Whatever, just don’t let it happen again.”

Again?

That means Miguel has thought about the chances of this situation reoccurring with your head against your pillow, eye-rolling back, muttering incoherent chatter of pleasure, recorded on his company property gizmo. An open welcome for him to display it on his various monitors, big or small, the video would be the same, you split open by a lucky bastard that wasn’t him.

You wet your lips, feeling his eyes drift down to the pink tip of your tongue. He wants your mind twisting to read between the lines, treating you the way he draws information out of anomalies wreaking havoc. Little do they know Miguel plays just as dirty, creeping into their heads.

You grimace, “Stop.”

“Stop what?” Miguel hides a chuckle under the guise of clearing his throat. He saunters over to his work chair, leveled closer to the ground more than usual, and makes himself comfortable.

Any other person would’ve relished the idea of gleaning over his broad figure, but it was a false sense of dominance on your end. He knew it and so did you. You have to give it to him because it would be working if you didn’t know him so damn well.

If you weren’t warming up beneath your Spidersuit, you would’ve been insulted by his attempt to reel you in…

Into what exactly?

“That!” You shoot your arms toward him and almost whine. “This is your second time trying to set me up and make myself look like an idiot!”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping track?” Now there was a full-blown grin on Miguel’s face. “Just like how you keep mental tick marks of how many people you’ve had sex with this week?”

At this point, you weren’t entirely sure what you felt, but it was between a fever and a cold sweat. Your cheeks burned with color or were devoid of it with the way he said ‘sex’ to you or even asked the question – as if he wanted to know what you had for breakfast this morning before the debriefing took place.

Miguel was no holy virgin either, so he wasn’t one to talk. He was a ravenous lover, not in the sense of intimacy, but in carnal desire. There was not much to blame other than how his DNA was altered to contain spider genes, hence creating the need to let off some steam with anyone who could bear his child.

But he had morals and an even amount of self-restraint. He wasn’t about to hop into a dimension with brothels to fulfill his needs. No matter how glaring or bothersome it was to feel his hard-on against his suit.

Instead, Miguel had a ‘roster’, as Peter B. liked to call it. It was a list of Spiderpeople he rotated throughout the week. The arrangement was a simple act of mutualism. He could rely on them to simulate the chosen partner being filled with his seed, while he helped them get their rocks off for the night.

You had a similar routine, Miguel observed, considering that you had the same canon event as him. Not to mention, you happen to log off from the watch on the dot.

Except for last night, when you’d left it on.

“You’re one to talk, O’Hara.” You dig your heels into the ground, watching his brows sit above his dark eyes. “Swinging your ass around Nueva York as if you haven’t fucked at least a quarter of the women in this compound.”

“So, you do keep count. Not of your escapades but of mine.” Miguel leans back into the chair.

“Mm, right because everything is about you,” You snarl and take a stride between his thighs.

“Fine, then let’s make it about you. You can’t control yourself if your life depended on it,” He says in a low voice, a timbre that makes shivers run down your spine.

Poets, or in your case, blind idiots, say that the third time’s the charm. And although this was his third time trying the make you an idiot, there was nothing particularly charming about it.

He knows you wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity to one-up him in a challenge. It didn’t matter if it was about who could wrap up an anomaly case the fastest or in indirect ways of seeing which new batch of Spiderpeople under your or his supervision would improve the quickest, it never got to the point of this.

It was an act of chalking up your sex life to simply win another challenge and gain bragging rights.

The better, more mature part of you should walk away from the situation, but there’s a seedling of a dark fantasy that was determined to see if Miguel would play along.

Maybe it wasn’t even about winning anymore, but you’d rather choke on your own tongue than admit that. To see him breathe when you breathe was palatable enough.

“One month, you and me. No sex, no touching yourself, no orgasms.” Miguel grins as if he’d already won the bet.

–

Present Day

In the canteen, You grip the tray housing your lunch, a blue Spiderman 2099 burger with a side of fries shaped like webs. The mindless chatter of your coworkers was comforting until there was one whose presence stood out the most. So much so that the figure garbed with a pink, fluffy robe and baby carrier snatched your peripherals.

“Heyyy!” Peter B. drawled and lightly bounced the furious curls of red attached to his chest.

“Pretty patty,” Mayday giggled and pointed to the burger.

“Little Red’s been watching Spongebob.” He grins and settles onto the seat across from you, careful of sitting too close for Mayday’s chubby hand reaching over for a fry. “Speaking of which–”

You bring a finger up to your lips, successfully shutting him up. After years of working under the Spider Society, you made sure there was a carved-out section of your schedule to discuss missions. At the canteen with a hot meal in hand wasn’t the time and place.

“You’re just like him. When there’s food around, the rest of the world disappears.” Peter plucked the fry from Mayday’s hand. “Big no, no. Mama won’t be happy if you eat greasy num nums.

He proceeds to pop the greasy num num into his mouth and you roll your eyes with a small smile.

“Wonder how ya don’t get along with him, kid. Miguel, I mean. Almost clawed my face off when I went into his office while he was eating empanadas,” He remarks.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Anyway, why are you here? Haven’t seen you in the canteen since you’ve been eating lunch with MJ and Little Red back in your universe,” You note.

“Right, right. About that.” Peter takes a pregnant pause. It was just enough time to pick up what he was about to ask.

You groan in frustration. “I am not gonna switch shifts with you again. You always manage to set up your dates with MJ when you have the worse missions.”

Peter pouts. The grown man has the audacity to pout. But, you can’t help but sigh and slowly nod because it reminds you of when Mayday motions towards your webslingers, hoping to persuade you.

“Fine, but I’m doing it for Red.”

He snaps his fingers. “I owe you one, kiddo.”

A gruff voice that’s all too familiar calls out to him, “Peter–”

He fidgets with the straps of the baby carrier before standing up. The sound of the metal screeching against the floor makes you wince. Somehow, he sidesteps Miguel and grins at him.

“Don’t miss me too much, O’Hara. Got a date night with the wife, but you’re in good hands tonight.”

And just like that, Peter pats Mayday’s head and steps through the portal without another word. You and Miguel stand there without a sound while watching the rip through the multiverse sew itself shut.

You shift your weight from foot to foot and decide to break the silence. “Does Peter know?”

Miguel shakes his head. “‘Bout the bet? Of course not, keeping this stupid thing between us to my grave.”

“One that you made by the way.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” He mutters. Miguel hates how quickly you snap back into place to shove a knife deep in his gut to get a reaction out of him. It’s a habit, practically second nature now.

He rakes his eyes over your face as if etching every single slant and angle to his mind. A few flecks of salt from the fries were sprinkled along the curve of your lips. He wonders how it’d taste if he licked it before dipping his tongue into your mouth, licking the sweet saliva pooling there, waiting for him.

Or how it’d seep out as he guides his cock into your mouth. He almost groans at the thought.

Lyla materializes his watch and bounces to your shoulder. “Hey, pretty lady! I saw Peter swap his name for yours for tonight.”

You steal Miguel’s words. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He turns his back to you and throws his head over with a nod. “C’mon, back to my office. I need to fill you in about the anomaly.”

You trudge behind him because walking beside him seems too intimate and leading the way would show the slight tremble of your legs. Besides, opting to fall a few feet after him gives you a good view of his ass. Not that you were looking.

Lyla imitates your strides despite floating above the ground. “Whatcha thinking about, babes?”

You run a hand over your face to cover the flush. “Thinking about how to catch the anomaly.”

She giggles in a foxy tone. “I haven’t said anything about the mission.”

“Oh, right–”

You’re met with a firm back pressed onto your chest.

Miguel juts his chin over to the display monitors. “Take my seat. I’m gonna need some coffee for this job. You?”

With a silent laugh, you shake your head at his offer. Working with him for, god knows how long, introduced you to his quirks. One of them is how he takes his coffee. It was a deep black that light barely penetrated. On rare occasions it did, you could his constant frown reflected on it.

Miguel O’Hara was as bitter as his coffee. Go figure.

You slide into the chair, surprised by how comfortable the cushion is. It was probably engineered to keep his ass snug for hours on end as he monitored the universe to make sure it didn’t collapse, or something along those lines.

A few feet behind you, he waved his hand. “Lyla, the explainyinfo thing.”

Her heart-shaped glasses are perched on the bridge of her nose. “Gotcha, bossman.”

In front of you are displays of Adriano Tummino, better known as the Vulture from the Renaissance era. He nested inside an abandoned warehouse, trying to make sense of the world that was no longer dipped in sepia and scribbles of ink.

“Don’t know how he managed to get out the first time.” Miguel sips his so-called coffee. Should’ve just chewed on the beans, you thought.

“Crafty man,” You quip, earning you a short puff of air from his nostrils.

He grabs the back of the chair and swivels it for you to face him. You pressed yourself against it, trying to take up as little room as possible, but he was close. Your legs fall limp on either side of his thighs as he leans down to your height.

Deja vu hits you, then replaced by swirling vertigo.

You and Miguel were in this exact position a month ago albeit in reverse.

“That crafty man needs our undivided attention during the stakeout. Prepare yourself however you need to.” His warm breath, stained with the scent of coffee, caressing your lips.

A few beeps and flashes of light bounce off from his watch. It catches your eye as your name pops up above arcs of lines that rose.

“Careful, nena. Your heart rates spiking.” Miguel’s fangs poked out from the edge of his lip, giving you a small smile. Your neck itched at the thought of feeling it sink down into your jugular before he lapped up at the twin holes.

To make sure neither of you cheated on the bet, you suggested giving both ends of the party access to each other’s heart rate monitors on the watch. Because of his snarky remark, which could’ve been a serious suggestion now in hindsight, about setting up a camera feature. It made you scoff… and turned on.

“Breathe in and out slowly. Even out your heartbeat.” Miguel warned.

There was nothing more you wanted to grab the back of his neck and shove his face into your pussy. That’ll shut him up.

And get you off.

You reach the tip of your toes onto the ground and give it a hard push, sending you rolling back a good few inches. The short distance was still suffocating, but it was enough to let you press your thighs together – the seams of your Spidersuit rubbed against your clit, sending small pulses throughout your body.

But stopping before his watch indicated another spike in your pulse. You’re aware of his eyes on you until he rips it off.

Miguel straightens himself up before the Spiderman mask wraps around his face. He tried to hide the grin under it but the amusement slipped through.

Alerts resounded on his gizmo. For a good second, you thought it was about you. That alone would’ve sent you into cardiac arrest. But it was simply a detection of the Vulture’s universe.

He was on Earth-616B.

Peter B.’s universe.

Funny.

You fiddle with your gizmo, a bright shower of neons bounced off of you as the portal opened up. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. It wasn’t ideal to have jitters when the mission was to birdwatch the Vulture next to the man you were deprived of.

Miguel headed in first with you in tow. The sun was about set over the building both of you were perched on. He couldn’t help but think about how Peter ditched him to go on a date with MJ on a night like this.

“There,” You snapped him out of his thoughts. Below you was a crumbling building surrounded with shards of glass from the shattered windows. It was easy to keep an eye on the Vulture while he wrote chicken scratches on the floor – plans of creating primitive technology.

He grabbed your wrist and tugged you down next to him. With a finger to his lips, he indicated to you to keep quiet.

You whisper-shouted, “I’m not your subordinate.”

“You saying that just proved you wrong.”

That shut you up for a few hours. It was dark out by now. The sky was empty of stars, but the city lights sparkled enough to keep you entertained for a little while longer.

“Can’t we just grab him and go? What’s the whole ‘stake out’ plan for?” You airquoted.

Miguel pressed his shoulder against yours to keep a low voice. “If he was able to bust out the first time, we need to figure out what he’s making to combat his machine.”

You hated that he was right but your muscles were starting to cinch together from crouching. If you stood up to stretch, the Vulture would spot you through his goggles. So, you opted to roll your head back a few times.

In Miguel’s peripheral, he saw the expanse of your neck covered by the skintight spandex, stretching as you shifted. It looked small, he thought. How easy it would be to wrap his hand around and gently squeeze it to keep you quiet. Instead, he clamped it around your waist, pulling you to rest your back on his chest. It was loose enough to let you wiggle out of his grasp while still feeling the warmth crawling down to where you needed it most.

“Quit moving.”

The past few weeks without any form of release between your legs was agonizing. This was quite the most you’ve been touched in a while. If his fingers crawled a few inches down, he’d feel the damp fabric slick with your arousal.

“Y-You’re cheating, O’Hara. Don’t you fucking dare–” You snarl in a low whisper.

“Ay coño… Fuck the bet,” He mumbles close to you, his clothed length pressing against the curve of your ass. There was a moan threatening to bubble up if he put on any more pressure. It was too much and yet not enough. “Did you really think Peter was too busy to do this damned stake-out with me tonight? He’d bring out his baby just to be a part of a mission.”

You threw your hands over the railing, trying to stabilize and ground yourself with what little resilience you had left as you were nestled on your knees with him close to rutting up to you. You knew he didn’t have the balls to do it, not because he’d lose, but because he wanted you to fall apart in his hands.

“Off… Get off.” You swallow. Every part of you was trembling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take what he was willing to hand out. And all you had to do was–

“Just ask, nena.” The drawl of his voice made you dizzy, your head fell back to his shoulder. “Ask me to sink my fingers in that pretty pussy of yours. Come on my fingers and I won’t count it against you.” He offers you a slight reprieve with the olive branch.

You chew your bottom lip in contemplation, a million thoughts dipping in and out of your mind.

Fuck this. Fuck the bet. Fuck him… up, down, and around. You want Miguel in every single way.

You arch your back, the plush of your bottom rubbing up against his clothed cock.

It takes everything in him to stop your movement. “Easy, easy, yeah? Use your words. It’s just you and me,” He murmurs deep into you.

“And Big Bird on steroids below us!” You try to snap back, but your voice shakes with embarrassment.

“Stupid bird’s not gonna see us as long as you behave.” Miguel moistens his lips with the tip of his tongue. He was choking on the thought of laying you down on his bed to taste every last drop you’ll give him, then fuck you senseless. But this awkward position with your back pressed against his chest while both of you kneeled toward the railing would be enough.

You reach to the back of your neck where the zipper for the Spidersuit dangled at every attempt of pulling it down. Miguel was of no help, his fingers idly tapped a rhythm on your hips. You felt him vibrate with amusement at your expense.

You toss your head back to rip your mask off and glare at him only to be met with his mask.

With a last chuckle, he tugs the zipper down, watching the spandex pool around your waist.

“Careful. Not everyone is a billionaire with infinite tech–”

It wasn’t enough. He gave it one last pull past the curve of your ass.

You’re about to scold him again but you hear him swallow. Despite not being able to see his face, you could already imagine it.

“Ay… Not even wearing panties under this,” Miguel breathes, grabbing a handful of the plump skin.

“Gets itchy,” You protest.

You can feel him molding the tender flesh into his palm. “Fuck– I know I see you wearing your suit every day, but… God, this is—”

Miguel’s suit retracts, exposing his skin just below his wrist bone. Something in your core bubbles up, a mixture of dread and arousal because you knew deep down that if he started now, you’d find yourself crawling back for more. Back into his office. Back into his bed. With his warm hand cupping over your pussy on the roof of an abandoned building it didn’t matter where he dragged you along.

“You’re dripping, dios mío— all over my fucking fingers. You’re so wet. Just for me, huh?” Miguel digs his nose into the crook of your neck, his breath leaving you hot. “Working hard every day to save the universe. Not a single person stopped to give you gratitude. You just need someone to take care of your little cunt.”

And god, you want him to do it.

“Well, too bad. This is a thankless job.” He slaps your bare sex with a shlick, his fingers grazing your clit ever.

No matter how much you jut up to encourage him to do anything, his grip on your waist was too strong. There’s nothing to do but follow his pace and feel whatever he is willing to give you.

“Down, take it easy. And stay focused, I still need you to keep an eye on the anomaly.” Miguel cranes his cheek down to nuzzle you. It was a poor attempt to coo your overwrought body, how did he expect you to remember what you came here for?

“Fine,” You say in a gruff voice.

“Good girl.” Miguel pulls the lips apart with two fingers, coating it with you before pressing it in. Each knuckle made you suck in a deep breath. It feels like you’ve run out of air. Floating now, you think. But the moment he curls his fingers to that spot, you’re reeling back onto earth. “There, isn’t it?”

He slides out of you, flurries of curses are caught in your throat. He knew how to drag this out. He brings the slick to the edge of your mouth. “Open for me.”

He groans as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. He wanted to taste you, but he wasn’t going to. Not yet. It didn’t feel right if it wasn’t right from the source, but that’ll have to wait. He wants you to collapse in on yourself first before he does anything else.

“Miguel.”

“I know, nena.”

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feistyfreaks · 4 months

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Hello, I don't know if you are receiving requests now but I was delighted with the story of Miguel O'hara being Ghostface

Could you make a second part, with NSFW, give it your touch, I only ask that it be +18, please

HIS SEDUCTION P2 ⋆༺☠︎︎༻ ⋆.

pairings ❀⋮ f!reader x ghostface!miguel

₊❏❜ cw⋮ stalking, break in, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, missionary, & rough sex.

note ⋮ ghostface!mig is making his comeback this december before new years, this one’s dedicated to you anon 😃🍻.

₊.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ PART ONE !

you walked into the mercadito hispano, then reaching for the small shopping basket. "milo, siéntate," you commanded at your cat, petting his head and fluffy ears as he obediently sat down. you grabbed his leash, tying it onto the nearest pole.

you then straightened your posture, “quédate aquí, voy a volver.” you smiled, blowing a kiss to your cat. milo meowed, lazily laying on the ground watching you walk away from him.

you walked into an aisle, a checklist in hand, reminding you of the things you needed to get. you began your journey, browsing the shelves as you searched for the first item on the list.

you became preoccupied, adding things to your basket and switching aisles when you heard the faint sound of the mercado's door being opened as you reached for a bag of frejoles.

you thought nothing of it, assuming it was just another customer walking in. glancing over your shoulder, you saw a man dressed in all black enter the market, his eyes scanning the aisles before landing on you.

you immediately looked away, breaking eye contact, you didn’t even get to see his face clearly.

as you turned to grab another item, you felt a strong sense of someone's eyes on you.

you had always loved shopping at the small hispanic market, with its vibrant colors and delicious smells, but for some reason.. today, something felt different.

the store was quite empty because it was around midnight, and you liked shopping around this hour because you found it to be more compatible since the mercado during the day was always packed.

you quickly switched aisles, hoping to shake off the uneasy feeling that was creeping up on you. there was something about this guy that was screamed a red flag, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

you shrugged it off, continuing to mind your own business..

but his presence.. felt oddly familiar.

and you couldn't seem to understand why he seemed so familiar to you.

you tried to brush it off as a weird coincidence, but deep down, you knew there was more to it.

you continued browsing, switching aisles to pick up some spices next. the man followed you once again. but this time you could feel him getting closer and you quickened your pace.

you felt his eyes on you again and your heart started to race. you tried to stay calm and as you turned to grab something from the shelf, you saw him walking towards you, now standing just a few feet away.

the fear that gripped you was almost suffocating. something about him just didn't feel right at all. you couldn't shake off the feeling that you knew this man from somewhere.

but from where?

your hands suddenly felt clammy, and the grip from your basket handle became loose as it fell, spilling its contents all over the floor.

you let out a small gasp, clutching your keys as you crouched down to gather your things quickly.

you were too busy trying to pick everything up that you didn’t notice something furry nuzzling into your leg.

startled, you looked down to see your cat.

"what the heck? wheres your leash?" you asked your cat who replied with a soft purr. you set the shopping basket down, and your brows furrowed in confusion.“that’s weird..” you blinked.

milo’s leash was nowhere to be seen. you quickly stood up, looking around frantically for whoever might have let your cat loose, but it seemed like you and this unknown man were the only costumers in the store besides the staff.

you grabbed milo and gathered your courage to walk past the anonymous stranger. you speed walked past him, head hung low, and yet you felt his eyes piercing through the back of your head as you walked. when you finally reached the end of the aisle, you exhaled deeply, realizing you’ve been holding your breath in the whole time.

you paid for your groceries and headed towards the exit, relieved to be leaving the strange man behind; but as you walked out of the market, you saw him leaning against the wall, wearing a black cloak and with something else in hand that appeared to you as a knife.

by now, your nerves were frayed and you just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. you walked with milo who was by your side, keeping you company as you tried to ignore the lingering presence of the man. but just as you were about to turn towards your street, you felt milo jolt and run off into the dark woods.

“milo!” you shouted, immediately dropping your groceries as you took off after him. "wait up, espera ayy!"

you chased after your cat, frantically calling out for milo, but he kept running until he hid and was no longer in sight. you made your way deeper into the dark woods, hoping to find your cat so you could get the hell outta there.

you couldn’t see milo anymore and you were losing hope. you searched carefully behind a bush and a twig snap behind you.

you quickly turned around to find no one, goosebumps rushed down your body and your mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, you didn’t like this at all.

you began feeling paranoid, your eyes flickered in all directions. your hand grazed over the bark of the tree, and you felt something.. there was a black piece of fabric stuck onto the trees branches. you ripped it off and turned your attention back to the mysterious noise.

“hello?” you called out into the darkness, but you were met with silence. you slowly walked forward, listening in attentively. from the corner of your eye you saw a black figure peer out behind another tree.

suddenly, something jumped out scaring you.

“meow!”

“milo! oh my gosh you scared me!” you sighed, exhaling as you converted your fear into a nervous laughter. “you almost gave me a heart attack,” you murmured, kneeling down to your cats height as you scooped him up into your arms.

“don’t do that ever again, you hear me?” you kissed milo’s ear and made your way out of the forest as the leaves beneath you crunched. you took one last glimpse behind your shoulder and left.

relieved, you made your way back to your house with milo secure onto your side. you walked up the porch and approached the door, pulling out your keys but as you reached for the handle it straightforwardly opened.

you paused.

the door was unlocked.

you could’ve sworn you had locked the door before leaving.

you glanced down at milo who eagerly pushed the door further open, making his way into your home. you cautiously followed behind your cats lead, setting your groceries down onto the kitchen counter and quietly beginning to search the house.

you creaked the bathrooms door opened to find nothing, then you explored the living room, again, nothing. then you checked the laundry room to find nothing yet again.

the first floor was clear, but you hadn’t checked upstairs. you took off your shoes and walked upstairs ever so quietly. you entered your bedroom, switching on the light to find absolutely nothing.

“maybe i’m just paranoid,” you scoffed, running your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath in. “what’s going on with me today?” you asked yourself, closing the door and just as you turned to head out the room, a strong force grabbed you and pulled you onto the bed.

"yea, what’s going on with you today?”

your eyes widened, it was him.

you forced yourself to fight back, but your body stood still.

move.

fucking move.

what’re you doing?

the air from your lungs has been knocked out of you and you felt like you were in an episode of sleep paralysis, the only thing is, this was real.

you slightly winced, "y-you.. you.. what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

flashbacks hit you all at once, and your nerves were all over the place as you felt your hands begin to uncontrollably shake.

that ghostface mask.

that black hood.

that deep honey like voice.

those ginormous hands, how could you ever forget?

"i told you i'd come back for you, did you miss me?"

"it's you! you followed me from the supermarket, you stalker!" you yelled, noticing the same black cloak from earlier as you squirmed underneath his strong grip. "w-what do you want from me, i've given you what you wanted last time!"

"'given me what i wanted?' and what was that, huh?" he asked teasingly, pinning your hands above your head.

"d-don't you remember.. we had-"

"yea, i remember. of course i did. you never left my mind ever since.” he leaned into you, his voice smooth as silk. “take off the damn mask you coward, who are you really? do you hide because you’re s-ca-ared?” you stammered.

you sounded so weak.

“scared? coward? c’mon, is that all you got?” he scoffed. “i’m not scared, but you are. coward.” he mocked.

“i’m not scared, i-i’m not a coward,” you murmured, your jaw jittering as you clenched it to maintain the brave appearance.

“mi amor, tienes miedo. look at you, you’re trembling.” he cooed, you heard the pocket knife clip open and you froze. you shut your eye lids tight, holding your breath waiting for him to slice you, but all he did was laugh.

the pocket knife playfully snapped close, and his tight grip on your wrists loosened. he settled his thighs on each side of your hips, trapping you underneath him.

you opened your eyes and saw him unfasten the mask behind his head before watching it fall off.

the sight before you was astonishingly exhilarating.

he looked breath taking.

“it was you,” you huffed out, squinting your eyes as you studied his features.

“you.. you’re-” suddenly you forgot all your words, and his gaze made you clammy all over again.

his hands slid down your sides and latched onto your waist, his head tilted in a teasing manner, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“why’d.. why’d you return?” you murmured as your breath hitched in your throat feeling his hands squeeze the flesh and graze against your hipbone.

“ya te dije, no podía sacarte de mi mente querida.. you have this effect on me that’s driving me insane..your scent lingered everywhere i fucking went, even on my fucking clothes and..” he paused, licking his lips as his eyes dilated, “your taste lingers on my tongue.”

he leaned into your ear, “quiero comerte otra vez.” his digit swiped across your bottom lip, and his eyes were filled with a newfound hunger.

you let out a soft gasp, eyebrows knitting as heat dripped down your core. your intruder's hand drifted under your shirt, groping your breast as he squeezed it roughly, his thumb swirled over your areola and the lustic look in your eyes encouraged him to continue his assault.

his other hand traced down your ribcage before slipping into the waistband of your skirt. your mouth opened, and just when you were about to say something his lips attached to yours. your eyes blew wide as you moaned into his mouth, and his fingers pressed onto your soaked nub, rubbing slow teasing circles around your bundle of nerves.

his heated lips dragged down your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as you delivered soft gasps in return. he conveyed kisses all the way down to your navel, pressing an open mouthed kiss onto your pantie-covered cunt.

the sweet smell of your nectar made his mouth water, and his eyes were hazy with the lewd sight of your cunt dripping from your thin panties. his dick was confined against his slacks, bulge poking against the mattress as he groaned and with a blink of an eye he tore the fabric in half before stuffing his face in between your legs. you twitched, another moan rolling out from your tongue as your hand combed through his hair.

the feeling of his warm breath hitting your core and his tongue swirling around your clit was a feeling you’ve craved to feel again. you felt almost nasty for displaying your cunt to some lunatic so easily - but the nastiness of it all didn’t falter to turn you on further.

his fingers spread your folds, licking a wet line along your slit causing you to shudder as his hands snaked underneath your thighs, holding you open. you moan as he continued to lick your clit, tongue tracing figure eight’s on your nub as his tongue pressed onto your hole.

“so fucking good,” miguel groaned, you were driving him insane with the way you savored, and it was making him go giddy over your pussy.

he stuck out his tongue, lewdly licking across your puckered hole, exerting a long sigh from you. spit seeped at the corners of his lips as he spat on your cunt causing you to shudder. your eyes roll back from the deep hum against your clit, sending vibrations to your center as a low groan erupts from you; a knot forming in your abdomen from the intense pleasure.

the wet muscle darts into your heat, and that same coil tightens, and with a thrust of his tongue your back arches, a high pitched squeal withdraws from your throat as your walls pulse around his tongue making him go feral as he finishes up licking his meal.

your legs shake, and you squirm your way out of his grasp, but that doesn’t stop him from thumbing your clit, further teasing your overstimulated cunt as you clamp shut.

“aw sensitive, now?” he groans, pressing a kiss to your knee cap.

your completely out of breath, watching him wipe off the glisten from his mouth with his shirt before tugging it off.

the bed dips with his weight as he climbs over you, his hands gently grab onto your waist; settling himself in between your legs again.

“sabes que?” he whispered with a soft tone, “eres tan linda, mi angel.”

you smile at his compliment, shoving your face farther into the cushion attempting to hide your blush as he pecks a kiss to your head. his tip slides against your folds and purposely against your clit making you writhe.

he loves teasing you.

he slips into you with ease, and the breath you took was let out in shaky intervals as he filled you up inch by inch, slowly bottoming out until his mushroom tip rested against your cervix.

“just needed this tiny pussy to be filled up with a big, thick cock, yea?” he teases against your fervid body, “fuck you’re so tight angel.”

he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head as he ruts into you with a steady pace.

your eyes flicker shut and he could feel your warm inner walls constrict around his length. slowly, he pulled back out before going back in, watching his length disappear into your heated cavern. your pretty moans were music to his ears, egging him on to continue as he felt your walls clench around him.

you rolled your hips against his, and he couldn’t help but look down between your bodies again to see himself pull out with every thrust.

“your pussy is addictingly tight, shit.” he groaned at the luscious sight, picking up the pace as he propped your knees up to your chest, his length left a bulge in your tummy with the new position, and it didn’t fail to make him more hazier with lust.

he began to drill his cock into you with force, and the sudden change of pace caught you off guard; with each slam of his hips, small squeaks leave your mouth as your fingers curled into a fist.

he bullies his cock into your pretty pussy, eyes glued onto that mesmerizing bulge and it almost felt hypnotizing with the way his shaft rubbed up against your tight constriction.

“your little hole enjoys being abused by my cock, doesn’t it?” he chuckles, “such a cute fucking pussy.” his hand presses down on your belly and you moan at each spark of pleasure ignited in you as he pushes into your cervix.

“look at the way your sucking me in, your practically inviting me to give you my creampie.” miguel grunts, gripping onto your wrists tighter and ramming into you without a warning. “your mine, fuck, and only mine. your cunt is mine to use freely, right baby?”

you could practically feel his bulbous tip thrusting in your guts, and you try to shove yourself out of his hold; becoming sensitive. you were unable to function against the pleasure he's forcing into your body, and all you could do was nod your head as your eyes squeezed shut.

but your nod didn’t seem to satisfy him.

“fucking say it.”

“yes!” you scream out, head falling back as his hips snap into yours driving you closer to your orgasm, you let out the most pornographic moan feeling him pump you full of his cum.

"asi te voy a dejar princesa, bien llenita, chorreando y con las bragas puestas.” he murmurs along your neck feeling you gush onto his shaft. your body convulses as your eyes rolled back causing you to see white before you lose consciousness.

“holy shit,” he scoffs, letting go of your wrists, “did you just—?”

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you wake up the following morning, finding yourself tucked into bed with a new pair - but soaked - panties on, and warm jamie’s. you attempt to get out of bed but you instantly collapse onto the floor with a thud.

“ouch,” you wince, hearing milo scurrying upstairs as he scratched the door. you crawl your way towards the door knob, extending your arm yet successfully failing to open the door.

the only thing you remember is what happened last night which left you extremely sheepish. your wrists felt awfully sore, and just as you expected, marks and bruises were left on them.

you managed to get onto your knees and turn the door handle before you fell back, and milo instinctively jumped on you.

your cat purred, nudging his head into your chest.

“crap,” you sighed out, “my groceries!” you whined, face palming yourself. “they’re probably ruined by now.” you frowned at milo who stared at you blankly.

you got up, slowly and carefully making your way downstairs and into your kitchen.

you were shocked to see your kitchen counter completely empty; although.. there was a small note stuck onto the counters edge.

you grabbed it, opening it as you plopped down on the chair beside you, reading the message.

“don’t worry my love, i put away your groceries and fed your cat since i knocked you out last night, so i suppose i’d do you the favor.” it read, “i also properly left your doors locked just in case anyone else other than me tries breaking in.”

you felt yourself heat up with embarrassment but you inevitably broke into a smile as you shoved your face into your palms.

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