Devotion
Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like. (Miguel's POV)
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader
Word count: 4.2k
18+. Miguel POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk.
Part 1. Devotion (reader's POV)
Thank you to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish!
Miguel had decided to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.
He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, further cementing his adoration for you.
You immediately tilted your head back, and he felt his ego soar.
You were always so eager for more… his sweet girl.
He could easily get lost in your body for hours on end. Being touch starved had made him desperate for your touch, and he wished he was still in awe at how responsive you were to him.
His lips hovered over yours, seeking your warmth, and he felt you pressing a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss me…"
Just like clockwork, his cock twitched in response.
And he fulfilled your request, taking your lips in his.
He felt you arch into him, and he nearly lost it.
You were going to be the death of him.
He pushed his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss, and your hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Your eagerness nearly had him lose his balance, and he had to place both hands on either side of you for extra support, settling in between your legs at once.
A moan escaped your throat, and you broke the kiss all of a sudden, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.
Your clit was swollen enough for him, and he could feel his sanity slowly draining from him.
"We can stop."
Your eyes locked with his. "Do you want to stop?"
You were so sweet…
He leaned to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."
And he meant every word. As much as he wanted to be buried balls deep inside you for the first time, he didn't want that at the expense of your comfort.
You came first.
His desire was secondary.
"I want more…" you whispered with certainty, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.
That was enough to have more precum drip from the tip, as your wet folds enveloped him.
He couldn't fight back a throaty moan, but managed to gripp your hip to a full stop. "Are you on birth control?"
You paused abruptly. "What?"
The ultimate test to his remaining sanity was dependent on your reply.
"If you want to continue… I have to know."
"Yes—Yes, I have an implant."
He had suspected as much. A part of him wanted to breed you tonight and have you carry his child right away. But the rational side of him urged him to take it slow, so he felt relief that he could still spill himself inside you and practice for when the time came.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if you'd be able to take all of his cum without it overflowing.
Unlikely.
He groaned lowly, as he buried his face in your neck, lips caressing your heated skin, which prompted your hips to buck into him.
So fucking eager and needy…
He hissed from the added friction, and began to slowly match your rhythm.
The way your swollen clit dragged along the underside of his cock was enough to have him closer to exploding.
He watched you bite your lip to reign in your moans, and he grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please… let me hear you…"
Your mouth parted in a low whimper.
"Louder."
Adrenaline coursed through his veins with each thump of his heart, eventually causing his fangs to emerge.
He carefully prodded the skin of your neck with the sharp tips, testing your endurance, but earning a loud moan in response.
You were so good for him…
Wet sounds filled the room, and he felt more of your wetness begin to coat his cock.
He managed to tap his watch twice, switching on dim lights that allowed him to take in the sight of you under him.
His lips brushed your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"
You sank your fingers into his hair, arching your back again, and causing your nipple piercings to dig into his chest.
He felt a string of precum dangle from the tip of his cock as the cool metal teased him. The urge to tease your opening with it nearly blinded him, but he needed your words first.
You took a deep breath, staring intensely into his eyes. "I'm sure…"
He immediately pressed an adoring kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much and I will."
Miguel needed you to know this. He needed to reassure you that he wouldn't overstep the line with you.
He reached easily over you to grip a long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling you so you could take in the sight of his cock dripping precum in between your folds.
But if he was going to do this the right way, then he needed his body fully ready. He pressed the security lock on his watch until he heard a click, promptly removing it from his wrist and placing it on his bedside table.
He could feel you watching his every move, and pressed down against your clit.
"Does that feel good?" His voice came out strained.
"Yes… you're really…" you paused, eyes glued to where his body met yours. "Is it normal for you to…"
He followed your line of sight and couldn't hold back a chuckle, as he understood the root of your bewilderment.
"With you, yes."
An absolute truth.
His body had been reacting to you in ways he had never experienced before with others.
And it certainly did wonders to his male ego.
Suddenly, he raised his hips and he saw strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangle from his cock, shifting and kneeling at your side.
He knew you were about to protest and immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, as you whimpered into him.
Kissing you felt intoxicating and he was so lost in you that he didn't notice your intentions until he felt your fingers wrap around his cock, tugging gently.
A hiss from him quickly broke the kiss. "Fuck…"
Your grip felt uncertain and he could feel the inexperience in your touch.
"Miguel… please…"
Sweet, needy girl.
He planted a kiss on your cheek. "I need you ready for me."
You pouted in response. "I am."
That was his weakness…. he could feel more precum dripping out from that look on your face alone.
He closed the space between you, bringing his lips to your ear, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"
One of his hands began to trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your clit.
"Can you, sweet girl?"
He felt your clit twitch faintly under his touch.
"I think… I think so," you replied.
Miguel yearned to feel your hearbeat, so he grazed the pulse in your neck with his lips, revelling in how it quickened under his touch.
He was simultaneously tracing your clit with his middle finger, collecting more and more wetness.
Once it slid down to your entrance and noticed how soaked you were, he was sure you would be able to take his finger with ease, so he plunged inside.
The reaction was immediate as you gripped his cock tighter, causing more beads of precum to drip.
"Easy, cariño… not so tight."
Your impatience and lust caused you to jolt your hips against him, and he took the chance to ease himself inside you until he was buried knuckle-deep.
He studied your every reaction, until he hit that sweet spot with the heel of his palm pressing down on your clit, immediately drawing a gasp from you.
"Tell me how it feels," Miguel encouraged, sliding in and out of you at a steady pace. "I need to know."
You merely hummed in response, riding his finger desperately.
But that wasn't enough for him.
He needed more, so he paused at once. "Use your words."
Your eyes snapped at him, surprise splattered across your face. "It feels good… really go-" but the word immediately choked in your throat as he began to pump into you more rapidly.
The grip around his cock was becoming almost unbearable, and Miguel sensed you would have him explore unless he stopped it at once.
He then quickly unclasped your fingers from around him with a pained hiss. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't last…"
And you pouted at him and Miguel crumbled.
But what really made his cock twitch violently was the sight of you bringing your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, glazing your nipples with the warm liquid.
He gave you a satisfied growl and figured it was time to escalate things a bit more.
"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, craning his neck to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."
Your eagerness was such a turn on and he smiled faintly when you nodded your response.
He traced your entrance with a second finger and immediately felt your tense around him, especially when he began to slide it inside.
You felt too tight around him, and he had to curse inwardly to keep himself from losing what was left of his sanity.
He shifted closer and kept his eyes on yours. "Relax, cariño… you're doing great."
You clenched again and his cock twitched in unison as he yearned to have it inside you.
He decided to place a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly there…"
A whimper parted your lips as the second finger joined the first one deep within you.
Impatience had you rolling your hips and moaning softly.
"More…" you mumbled.
Miguel's gaze dropped to his fingers and how they pumped in and out of you more and more effortlessly, as your wetness coated them.
The obscene wet sounds had his cock leak more strings of precum and he pressed his palm against your clit once again. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sucking gently.
The rhythmic fluttering of your walls around his fingers allowed him to know that you were nearing your point of no return.
"You're so close…"
His cock kept twitching impatiently and he realised he needed to feel your grip once again. He took your hand in his and placed it on his cock until your fingers wrapped around him once again.
A hiss tore through him.
The way you struggled to grip all of him nearly had his balls tighten for a sudden release.
"Let me fuck your hand…" he pleaded into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just… squeeze harder…"
You did as you were told, and he immediately matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.
"Miguel… Miguel…"
He was dangerously close and your sweet voice moaning his name felt so addicting.
Suddenly, he took your lips in his and you allowed his tongue inside, and he gladly swallowed your increasing moans.
"You’re doing so good," he praised you over and over again after he broke the wet kiss.
He could feel the beginning of your orgasm wash down on you, and he knew he couldn't let that happen just yet.
With much reluctance and no shorter amount of willpower, he managed to slide his fingers from your clenching walls, effectively stalling your bliss.
Your moans immediately choked in your throat with a sob.
"Miguel…why?!" you immediately protested, and he could swear you were about to cry.
You let go of his cock right away, whimpering as frustration took over you instead.
"I'm sorry," he said truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariño…" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.
You were so desperate for him.
It was maddening.
You nodded and he shifted along the mattress until he was between your legs, enjoying how you were spread eagerly for him.
Miguel glanced at his glistening fingers and brought them to his mouth, lapping his tongue around them.
"You taste really good."
You gave him a nervous laugh. "Really?"
He smiled faintly. "Don't take my word for it, then."
Bringing his fingers to your lips, he groaned as you promptly took them in.
His sweet girl tasting her sweetness on him…
You began to suck gently, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.
He pressed down on your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out of you.
"You're so hot."
It was a heartfelt compliment that had you looking away.
He immediately cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."
Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his again in between laboured breaths.
"You are. You are beautiful."
Truly the center of his world and the reason he would one day go mad.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, as his cock came to rest against your swollen clit.
"Are you sure of this?"
"I am. Please, Miguel…"
Yes. You would definitely be the death of him, but he couldn't think of a better way to part this world than this.
He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he said. "But neither are you."
You pouted again at him and he groaned in response.
"Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"
You swallowed. "Okay."
He began sliding his cock along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before pressing the tip at your entrance.
His heartbeat skyrocketed in anticipation, and he watched you squeezing your eyes shut.
He kept the palm of his hand pressed flat against your cheek in reassurance. "Please look at me…"
You took a deep breath and met his eyes.
"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated skin.
And he did.
And he would for as long as you allowed him to.
He increased the pressure until the tip slipped inside with some difficulty. You were too tense and he decided to press his other hand against your inner thigh, urging you to spread wider for him.
This was pure torture.
"Breathe…" he whispered, pausing momentarily.
A shaky breath escaped your lips.
"Are you okay?"
Probably not.
As you brought your hands to claw at his back, he was sure this was taking a toll on you. He didn't want to overwhelm you, and he needed your consent before continuing. No matter how badly he wanted to sink fully into you. He needed you to give him the green light.
And you did so with a nod.
Taking a deep and long breath, he pushed his hips into you again, feeling your walls swallow more and more of his cock.
Your body tensed again. "Stop… please…" you begged, tapping on his back.
He immediately paused, fearing he might have gone too far. "Do you want me to slide out?"
You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from your eye, and he leaned in to capture it with his lips, tasting the saltiness.
It nearly had him slide out on his own, not bearing the sight of you in pain.
"How much…" you then sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"
Not quite, but he didn't want to scare you away.
He would be as gentle as he could.
Miguel gave you a warm smile. "Nearly there, sweet girl."
You inhaled deeply and sighed through your nose. "Go…"
He felt him dig your nails into his skin as he moved deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you.
Miguel kept eyeing you with undivided focus.
"Tell me to stop, and I will."
More tears began to roll down, but he made it his mission to kiss every single one away in between praises.
He felt his balls pressing against you, and stopped moving as he was already fully buried within you.
It took all of his strength to keep him from exploding right away.
You were finally his.
And he was finally yours.
Knowing that you had trusted yourself with him was the highest praise he could have.
"Are you okay?" he asked, trying his best to steady his shaky voice.
"Yes."
He doubted your answer, but he would have it ring true soon enough.
The moment you began to relax around him, was the moment he dared heaving out a deep sigh of relief.
Neither of you moved for a while.
But Miguel knew he was doomed.
In fact, he was surprised he had managed to keep his orgasm at bay for so long.
"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"
He would be embarrassed to come so easily, so he had to try everything in his power to extend this moment for you.
"Please move," you said.
Fuck.
Miguel inhaled sharply, before dragging his cock out slightly only to slam into you, burying himself balls deep again.
You felt so good.
Too good.
How he wished he could breed you properly.
"Can you go faster…"
He brought his lips to your shoulder and bared his fangs along your skin. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. Please…" you begged.
He set a slow pace at first, and he felt control slip from him with as you clenched harder around him.
More wet sounds filled the room with each sloppy snap of his hips.
"So good… fuck…así… no pares," he groaned, pleasure gripping him hard.
He felt you sliding one hand in between your bodies until the tips of your fingers grazed his soaked cock. Your walls immediately gripped him tighter than before, and Miguel nearly lost it.
You were so effortlessly hot and your curiosity always took him by surprise.
His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit with his thumb.
There was no way he would have you do any of the work now. He wanted to be the one to deliver your orgasm.
"Just… just like that…" you whimpered breathlessly.
You arched into him, and he felt your pierced nipples digging into his chest.
He was too close to his own peak and had to pause.
"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing determined circles around your clit. "Please… please…"
He needed you to reach your own peak first and milk his out of him with your walls squeezing around his cock.
His thumb left your clit, and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.
A strangled hiss died in his throat from the added friction.
His attention was back to your clit again, and you moaned loudly under him, gripping fistful of his sheets with both hands, as he was determined to bring you over the edge.
"Come for me… clench around me, cariño," he urged, voice dripping with despair.
The sound of fabric tearing filled his ears, and he was now certain your orgasm had finally hit you hard. You threw your head back and he felt your delicious rhythmic contractions grip his cock.
Somehow, he managed to slam into you twice before reaching the bliss he had so stubbornly kept at bay.
"Mierda, te sientes tan bien… carajo," he suddenly mumbled in between groans, burying himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.
He felt his vision blur as the overwhelming sensation of coating you with his seed had him growl as loud as he could.
His erratic breathing brought him back to his senses, and he finally slid out of you with a slurping sound.
Even through the blinding haze of his bliss, Miguel realised that he could easily get addicted to being inside you.
He then allowed his cock to settle in between your folds before sliding it along a few times and releasing his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down to the side.
Miguel watched as the first drops of his cum began to dribble down.
You looked completely spent yet beautiful and mesmerising as ever, and the urge to take care of you immediately overtook him.
"Wait here," he said, sliding out of the bed and pressing a kiss to your parted lips.
He bolted out the bedroom in an instant and only stopped once he grabbed a towel from a drawer, fully intending to wash you with all the after care you deserved.
By the time he returned to you, he was met with you dragging your fingers along your tongue, tasting his cum.
The sight would be enough to have him hard again in no time, but his stamina had taken a blow, and he would need to recover first.
"Does it taste good?"
You were caught by surprise and your eyes locked with his.
He slowly kneeled on the floor next to you, tapping his finger to your jaw to have your face fully turned to him.
It was no wonder that he had fallen so hard for you. Even if lust had so often clouded his mind, the way he felt for you ran deeper than that.
He watched as you brought your other hand to brush some strands of his damp hair away from his forehead.
"Does it taste good, cariño?"
You gave him an innocent, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it."
Fuck… he absolutely adored how you would so often turn his own words against him.
His lips crashed with your and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. You sloppily pushed his cum against him and he tasted himself on you with a groan.
He eventually broke the kiss, pressing the towel to your forehead, wiping away some of the sweat droplets.
Beads of cum dripped from his lips, but he didn't bother licking them clean. "Let me take care of you."
You nodded slowly and his lips curled into a faint smile that you mirrored. "What?"
"You're so… perfect," he confessed, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck with utmost gentleness.
You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"
He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"
Miguel didn't care for pillow-talk, nor did he care to utter words he didn't absolutely mean.
Your smile dropped slightly. "Oh, I just… I… don't think I'm perfect. No one is."
That jabbed at his heart and not in a good way.
Even though he knew what you meant, it still pained him to realise you didn't fully believe him.
He proceeded to press his lips together, his strained gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.
"You are. To me," he mumbled.
And that was all that mattered, right? He couldn't care less how others perceived you. You were the pinnacle of perfection in his eyes even if at the risk of it sounding… corny.
He had never sought perfection in anyone else but himself, and he knew it was more of an utopian quest than anything else, but you were the closest thing that had ever come close to it.
So, naturally, you deserved to know it.
Even if you didn't believe his words.
He then reached down between your legs and felt you jolt in surprise.
"Was I too rough?" he asked worriedly.
You immediately shook your head. "You were perfect."
His heart skipped a beat as he had grown accustomed to by now.
"You said no one is perfect," he mused, cleaning his cum with the soft fabric.
Your smile didn't waver, but he could see your eyelids become heavier. "I'll make an exception for you."
His sweet, sweet girl…
He leaned in to press an adoring kiss to your cheek, as he waited for more of his cum to slide out of you.
Miguel could tell you were about to fall asleep, but decided he wanted to take the after care a step further.
"Want to take a shower?"
A grumble left your throat as you kept your eyes closed. "Later… I'm so tired."
A smile tugged at his lips.
So adorable...
"I'll carry you," he offered softly.
He rose to his feet and effortlessly took you in his arms, sauntering inside his bathroom, pressing kisses to your forehead.
He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, earning a groan from you as the warm liquid hit your skin.
"Can you stand?"
"Yes, yes…" you said through a yawn, landing on your feet and easing the hold of your arms around his neck.
He gathered a tiny amount of body wash in the palm of his hand, and dragged it along your back with suds covering your skin before sliding down your body.
You pressed your forehead to the tile and he took the opportunity to graze the wet piece of cloth in between your legs to wipe the remnants of his cum, but causing you to flinch from his touch instead.
He immediately halted his movements "Did I hurt you?"
"It's just a bit sore… it's fine… don't worry."
His ego soared to incredible heights as it dawned on him that he was the one able to make you feel that good.
You slowly then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw, which he welcomed with a smile
He felt absolute devotion and adoration for you, and Miguel made a silent promise to always make sure you knew that.
Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 🩷 I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~
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