New Recruit (Miguel OHara X Reader)

New Recruit (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

(Credit for art goes to @ Shuploc on Twitter!)

•Notes•

Paring: Miguel O’Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

WC: 5,526

A/N: Miguel speaks a bit of Spanish so I’m including all the words he’s saying with a definition in English! It’s not a lot, just a few words that I felt would better match his character, enjoy!

Mierda- shit

Muñeca- doll

Nenita- babe

Ninfa- nymph

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jessica Drew led you down the pristine white halls of the Spiderverse HQ. The modernity of the building was overwhelming as simplistic designs scattered across white and gray surfaces greeted you wherever you looked.

“Not what you expected, huh?” Looking ahead you captured Jessica’s gaze. Her voluminous curls caressed the sides of her face as she gave you a small smile.

You nodded, swallowing the sheepish smile that threatened to cross over your lips, “not exactly. It’s not bad just-”

“-Just bland. I get it,” Jessica laughed as she led you deeper into the building.

You were the newest prospect for recruitment and you felt like you were already messing it up. Here you are critiquing the interior design of the Spiderverse HQ when you should be focusing on your impending interview with the founder of this whole operation.

“Miguel is right down this elevator.” You snapped your attention back to Jessica as the once bright modern interior designs that surrounded you was replaced by black walls and ominous red strips that lined the walls. “Not so bland now, right?” Jessica teased, her yellow glasses almost glowing with all the darkness surrounding the both of you.

You gave her a polite chuckle, but truthfully, you were nervous. You hadn’t been Spider-Woman for long and you were still trying to get accustomed to your newfound powers. As your eyes gazed down the lone hallway with a platform at the end of it that waited for you to step on it you tried to calm your nerves.

Why were you so anxious? Why did it feel like your heartbeat was slamming against your chest with every step you took? Were you shaking? Because it felt like you were. How did you look? You hadn’t perfected your suit yet- what if Miguel hated it? Was having a fully functioning suit a requirement for recruitment? 

“_____.” A firm voice shook you out of your thundering thoughts as a pair of warm hands clasped around your shoulders. You fixed your gaze to meet Jessica who stood in front of you, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you, “you okay? You looked like you were about to pass out.”

You took a shaky breath, “if I’m being honest- no. I’m kind of freaking out.”

Jessica quirked an eyebrow at you, her lips tightening in a thin line as her eyes roamed over your face, analyzing you. “And why is that?”

“Well I’m still new to this whole superhero thing and I don’t think I’m ready for all… this.” You motioned to the room, trying to encompass the intimidating situation. 

A look of relief crossed over Jessica’s face, prompting your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as she chuckled softly, stepping away from you as she approached the platform. “Is that all, _____? Because if so then I think you’ll be fine.”

You stepped up to the platform, hesitating slightly as your reflection stared back at you from the clear surface. To your left you heard Jessica speak up once again, her voice sounding relaxed as she fixed you with a smirk, “the things you’re stressing out about? They don’t matter. At least not to Miguel. You’re worrying about the wrong stuff, ____. Just relax and you should be fine.” 

As Jessica stepped back from the platform once you took that final step you couldn’t help but capture the inkling of amusement that tinted her voice. What did she mean by ‘worrying about the wrong stuff’? What should you have been worrying about? By the time you managed to overthink her question, it was too late to follow it up with one of your own as the platform had begun its descent down into the depths of the building. 

You couldn’t help but feel your nerves wrack your body as the dark walls flew by you. You really needed to calm down and with a deep heave of your chest you released a slow breath, a quarter of the tension that resided in your muscles lessened. It wasn’t much but it was something and it was all you had time for as the platform arrived at its destination.

Stepping off of the smooth surface, your eyes took in the supposed office you guessed you were being interviewed at. Walking deeper into the room greeted you with different devices and electrical machinery scattering the walls and every surface until the room suddenly opened up to a cavernous void of inky darkness. 

Before you could venture any further the sound of clicking followed by a low hum filled the room. Suddenly an even bigger platform descended down, from where you had no clue. But standing on top of the platform was a dark imposing figure, their back turned to you as the glow from the plethora of holograms in front of them cast a green light over the figure's sleek black suit.

As you waited for the platform to finish its slow ride down to the ground level you couldn’t help but speak, your voice echoing in the dark chamber as you tried to dispel the tension you felt seep back into your body. “That must be one hell of an intimidating tactic for anomalies.”

The platform finally stopped a few feet in the air, the harsh click of the machine ringing loudly through the room before a few seconds of quiet settled in the space between you. Your eyes tracked the lone figure before they waved their hand, dispersing the yellow holograms. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the figure turned around. Their voice simultaneously hitting your ears as their dark hoarse tone startled you, “cute. I hope you can give me more than quippy jokes. I’ve heard them all.”

Before you could respond the figure swiftly slipped off of the platform, their movements were quiet and stealthy. If you hadn’t been watching him you wouldn’t have even heard him move. The figure stalked towards you, his eyes tracking you until he was standing a foot away. 

From this vantage point you had a clear view of the man… the man who seemed more like a predator. His aura was one of a man who harbored incredible restraint as if knowing that if he were to let go and dive into the inner consciousness of his being then he’d be the undoing of everything that surrounded him- converging chaos with unbridled power. It sent a shiver down your spine at the thought and whether it was from fear or something more… intimate, you weren’t sure.

“So, you’re _____ I’m assuming?” he asked, his voice devoid of any perceivable emotion. 

You nodded, “yep. And you’re Miguel O’Hara?”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Miguel answered, his eyes continued staring into yours- as if trying to grasp something that was hidden in your gaze before he flicked his red eyes away from you and down to the watch strapped to his wrist. With a passive voice, he continued speaking, “Jess recommended you?”

You watched as his slender fingers quickly imputed a sequence of numbers you couldn’t understand into the watch, “yeah, she caught me fighting what I now know is an anomaly?” you say questioningly, still grasping the whole concept of anomalies in different dimensions, “I guess she saw something in me and thought I’d be useful for this society you’ve got set up.”

Miguel glances away from his watch to look at you, his gaze still unreadable as he mutters, “yeah she must have. Can’t say what though.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Did you mishear him? “Excuse me?” you prompt, hoping that you just heard the leader wrong.

Miguel’s eyebrow cocked upwards as if confused by your question, “I didn’t misspeak did I? I said I don’t see why Jess brought you to me.”

“And why is that?” You countered, a flicker of irritation sparking in your body as you watched the Spider-Man once again shift his attention to his watch.

“You’re not ready. You’re too inexperienced and I already have enough shit to deal with. I don’t have time to train new recruits on how to do their job. That should be a prerequisite.” Miguel stated, his voice placid and expression bored as he stared down at his wrist, stepping away from you and turning back to his platform as he waves his hand dismissively, “go home and stop wasting my time.”

All the nerves that had been building up inside you had vanished as soon as Miguel’s harsh words hit your ears. Sure, you weren’t as experienced as he was but you still felt like you were pretty damn good. Never mind what you thought earlier- you held your own against a plethora of infamous villains in your dimension. Not to mention the anomaly that got you scouted by Jessica in the first place. You’d be damned if this elitist asshole didn’t at least give you a chance to prove yourself. 

“So that’s it? You’re done?” you ask, your voice filled with annoyance. 

Miguel calls back to you without even sparing you a glance, “no, you’re done. Now leave.” 

You bit your lip, trying to contain the acidic words that you wanted to hurl at the man. You took a steadying breath before responding, this wasn’t over until he at least took you seriously. “Make me.”

Was it the most mature comeback you could’ve said? Not by a long shot. But you knew it would be enough to at least spark Miguel’s interest. If you couldn’t win his favor then you’d shoot for his anger. It was a dangerous tactic but you were willing to take the risk, being Spider-Woman wasn’t an easy gig and you figured Miguel understood that, but now you wanted him to respect that.

Lucky (or unlucky) for you- it worked. The Spider-Man slowed his walk as your dare reached him. A humorless chuckle escaped his mouth before he turned around to face you, a wolfish grin spread across his lips, “make you? You don’t want me to do that.”

“Oh, I do. I just don’t think you can,” you say plainly, matching his intimidating gaze. 

A flash of blood red shoots across Miguel’s face, the color growing in intensity as he strode over to you. His once quiet footsteps were thundering as he approached you with a penetrating stare and shallow scowl etched over his mouth. In no time he was standing in front of you, his broad chest was an inch away from yours as he looked down at you- his figure imposing.

“What’re you playing at?” he asked, his words simple but the frustration in his tone was palpable. 

You subtly fixed your posture, squaring your shoulders to try and match the strength Miguel’s seemed to carry. “I’m not playing. I’m deadly serious.”

“How serious?” Miguel retorted, his sharp eyebrows slanted as his red eyes narrowed at you.

“Serious enough to challenge you to a fight. If I manage to hold my own then you have to let me into the society.”

Miguel’s once flashing red eyes suddenly shifted to one of intrigue, the burning red in his gaze quelling slightly as he listened to your words. After a second of terse silence with your words freezing the air surrounding the two of you, the Spider-Man cracked an amused grin.

“You want to fight me for a place in the Spider Society?”

“Well, only if you think I’m worth a morsel of your time,” you say, your words mockingly polite.

Miguel chuckles once again, the dark sound sends a jolt of both nerves and unexpected excitement through you. When he finally speaks his voice is low with a roguish smirk accompanying it, the edges of his lips curling upwards, “you’re cunning, I’ll give you that. But what would I gain from this if you were to lose?” Miguel leans into your space, the scent of apple and sandalwood flooding your senses in the process as you take in the Spider-Man’s close proximity. 

You do your best to not get distracted, however, as you think of a response to his question, “then… then I’ll leave. I’ll leave and I won’t bother you again.”

Miguel seems to think about your proposition for a second, the gears in his head turning as he stares down at you before a scoff escapes his lips. He leans away from you, creating a respectable distance between the two of you which allowed you to take a steadying breath but also filled you with a sense of yearning. 

“Fine. But you better put up a good fight, I don’t just fight anyone.” Miguel calls out to you, his neck rolling to the side in a small stretch.

“Guess that makes me lucky.” you quip, but you're too focused on coming up with a game plan. Your eyes dart around the large room- the large platform Miguel initially used would be a good place to try to maneuver around. 

You weren’t too familiar with Miguel or his powers so you’d have to be cautious when fighting him. You weren’t sure if you really stood a chance against the man who founded the Spider Society but you sure as hell were going to give it your all. As you both prepared to fight the space between you grew, the red floors only added to the intensity you felt coursing through you at the anticipation of what was to come. 

After a second you gave Miguel a nod, alerting him that you were ready. He nodded his head back once before fixing his stance. His body mimicked one of an animal with the way he slowly began to circle around you, his eyes latching onto you, analyzing any weakness he could exploit and rip apart. The thought sent a shiver down your spine before focusing, you had to make this fight count. After a few seconds of watching one another Miguel suddenly charges you, his speed was deadly and you barely dodged his attack as he swung at you, his claws swiping harshly at the air.

You took a deep breath as you began predicting his moves. He chased after you, hot on your heels as his eyes blazed at you with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. You were agile on your feet, practically hovering off of the smooth ground as you played defense against the multitude of attacks Miguel began hurling at you. His claws were always a breath away from ripping into you but you seemed to miss them a second early every time.

“You plan on running away from me the whole time?” Miguel shouts at you, his gruff voice slicing through the sounds of your fight.

“Nope. Just long enough to do this,” you call back before turning around and shooting a plethora of thick webs at Miguel’s face. 

The webs hurled over to the Spider-Man but proved futile when he easily slashed through them with ferocity. You anticipated that, however, as you used the webs as a distraction to give you enough time to latch a web on the bottom of the platform that hovered a few feet in the air. Using the momentum from the string of web you outstretched your legs as you watched Miguel catch on to your plan a bit too late. With a kick of your legs, Miguel flew across the floor, landing on his feet as his claws dug into the ground to slow the momentum of his fall.

You landed a few feet away from him, the web slipping from your hands as you took a second to catch your breath. Miguel looked up at you, a glimmer of excitement flashing across his fiery eyes. He brought his covered hand up to the side of his lip where you notice a trickle of blood gleaming at you from the dim lights of the room. 

“Huh,” he says quietly to himself. The leader of the Spider Society maintains eye contact with you as his pink tongue darts out to lick off the small drop of blood on his bottom lip. He shoots you an amused lopsided smirk that momentarily stuns you as you watch him stand up, “alright, _____. It’s time you pay up for that.”

You give him a confused look as your eyebrows furrow, “what’re you talking about? I haven’t even lost yet-”

Before you know what’s happening, Miguel pounces on you, abusing your confusion to allow him to tackle you to the ground. His hard body covers you as he knocks you to the ground. A string of pain crashes through you once you hit the hard ground. You feel Miguel on top of you, his breath coming out in harsh pants as you crack your eyes open through your pain to watch him staring down at you. His short dark brown hair hangs slightly, caressing the sides of his forehead while his tan skin gleams slightly with a light sheen of sweat. One of his hands has your wrists pinned over your head, the claws dig slightly into your skin as a poorly repressed wince flashes across your face. 

“Fine,” you huff out through your pain, your heartbeat pumping in your chest, “you win. I’ll leave.”

Miguel fixes you with a smirk where you notice two sharp canines sticking out from his upper line of teeth. They gleam at you temptingly, daring you to press your warm skin into the cool prick of their edges. You feel your heartbeat speed up once again but not from the fight this time. 

“Leave?” Miguel’s voice shakes you out of your daze as your eyes drift up to his eyes, “who said anything about you leaving?”

Your eyes widen, “but… I lost. The deal was-”

“I know what the deal was.” The Spider-Man interrupts sharply, his voice a mix of emotions that you couldn’t decipher, “but I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson?” you repeat, your voice quiet as your mind races with ideas of what this man could be referring to.

Miguel nods simply while his hold on you tightens. He moves his face over yours, his lips a breath away as he speaks lowly, “yes. You need to be put in your place if you’re going to be a part of the Spider Society. You weren’t bad during the fight… even managed to make me bleed a bit.” Miguel’s words fill your ears as heat radiates off of you. 

“Wait- so… I made it? I’m in?”

Miguel nods, his free hand reaches up to trace an invisible pattern over your cheek, the sharp tip of his claws scrape gently over your face and for some reason, the thought of knowing this man on top of you could kill you with one swipe of the finger he has delicately placed over your cheek sends a thrill through you.

“You made it. But you’re attitude needs some adjusting. It’s that smart mouth of yours…” Miguel’s clawed finger travels to your lips, lightly skating over the outline of your lips, “I know how to put it to better use, though.” 

Your eyes widen at the implication the man’s words have as the repressed feelings of need begin to simmer in your bloodstream. “Miguel…” you whisper into the air, the cavernous room suddenly feels immensely smaller as your breath mingles with Miguel’s who keeps his eyes locked in yours.

A flash of what you can only describe as unbridled lust surfaces in his eyes, their red hue practically blazing at you. For a second he just stays there, his body pressed over yours before he moves, standing up and quickly shedding his suit with practiced ease. His claws come off first before he quickly begins to remove everything else. “No talking,” he says simply, his eyes flicking up to yours. 

You oblige, too transfixed on his hands that disregard the black suit. Your eyes feast on Miguel’s freshly exposed body, the taut muscles of his torso converge in teasing lines, dips, and curves that leave you hungry for him. His skin practically glows under the dim lights as the intimidating man tilts his head with a nod, gesturing for you to walk over to him as the hint of a smirk lingers on his lips.

After picking yourself up from the ground and blindly walking in front of Miguel you reach your hands out to touch his tempting skin before the man quickly grabs your wrists. Looking up you were met with an amused smile touching Miguel’s lips as his dark voice addresses you, a hint of warning edging the bluntness of his words, “no touching. On your knees.”

With a gentle shove, Miguel pushes you to the ground, your knees hit the hard surface before your attention is quickly drawn to his freed dick that springs at attention. It was surprisingly well maintained with the hair trimmed neatly and his shaft curving upwards at an angle that you yearned to feel hit every spot inside of you. Along with that his desire for you was evident in the way his cock stood hard for you, your eyes could barely focus on anything else besides Miguel’s stiff erection while your brain tried to comprehend the situation.

Your eyes glanced up at Miguel who stared down at you with a surprisingly patient look. It looked like he was giving you the choice to back down if you weren’t comfortable but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes as he gazed at you, almost anticipating you to quit. 

He couldn’t have been more wrong, however, as your eyes flicked back to the precipice of his desire. While you weren’t expecting the interview to get to this point, you could admit to noticing the handsome details of Miguel’s hardened face. His sharp jawline, straight nose, and piercing eyes would’ve been enough to have your clothes off when you first walked in if you weren’t so nervous about the interview. 

Abandoning your inhibitions you gently took Miguel in your hands. You cautiously lifted your thumb to slide over his shiny tip that gleamed with precum. A shuddering breath escaped the Spider-Man’s lips as your eyes slipped up to catch Miguel just as his eyes slipped closed. You forced the smile threatening to grace your lips down and decided to follow through on Miguel’s earlier words by wrapping your tongue around his tip. Your tongue swirled over him, tasting his precum that was a bit salty but not unpleasant to have cover your tastebuds. You flicked your tongue over him once more as a harsh breath escaped Miguel’s mouth.

“Mierda…” you hear Miguel mutter under his heavy breath, his voice was quiet and yet held a tense restraint. 

You let Miguel’s reaction spur you on as you finally take him deeper into your mouth. When your lips wrap around his shaft a guttural groan falls from Miguel’s lips, you feel his callused hands entangle in your hair, gripping the roots slightly and urging you on as you take even more of him. 

Every flick of your tongue, every slide of your lips had Miguel groaning into the charged air, his deep voice encouraged you to keep going even as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, ninfa…” Miguel huffed, his eyes cracking open to watch your mouth slide over him. The image was enough to make him come but he kept himself under control as your eyes met, both glazed over in lust and desire as you continued sucking him.

After a second you slid your mouth off of Miguel, letting a string of saliva connect your puffy lips to his dick. Your hands replace your lips as they grip his shaft and pump him, your saliva acting as a great lubricant while your hands grasped Miguel’s slick throbbing dick.

“Stand up, _____. I want to taste you.” Miguel ordered, his voice low and sultry. 

You had no qualms in giving in to his order as you stood up, your hand still pumping him. With no pretense, Miguel’s expansive hand grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing softly as he pressed you against him, his lips slotting against yours in a passionate slew of kisses.

Your clothes felt suffocating as your body yearned to feel Miguel’s skin against yours- the heat from his body seeping past the fabric of your suit. You figured Miguel felt the same when he pulled back a second later and flicked his eyes over your body.

“Take your suit off,” he commanded, his tongue running across his bottom lip impatiently. 

You gave Miguel a licentious smile before taking off your suit, your movements are slow and deliberate. If you were going to have Miguel’s full attention then you were going to make the most of it. Your suit eventually rolls off of your body, falling to the floor with abandon.

Miguel’s eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of you. He takes in every curve your body has to offer, lingering on the swell of your breasts as his eyes glint hungrily. “Come here, muñeca.”

Once in front of him, Miguel’s hands eagerly wrap around your waist, hiking one of your legs up to wrap around his torso. The movement allowed Miguel’s dick to rub against your center which was slick with your arousal. A soft moan fell from your lips at the brush of friction, your walls clenched in agony at being deprived of the delectable cock sitting just a few inches away from your entrance. 

“You sound amazing, _____. I want to hear more,” Miguel whispered into your ear before his tongue dipped out to trace the shell of your ear.

A shiver ran down your body as your hands wrapped around Miguel’s broad back, the skin had a few scars running along the cords of his shoulder blades but that only turned you on more at seeing how resilient he was during his battles. You were excited to be working with him but at this moment all you could think about was him working you out until you were broken in his arms. 

“I want to feel more, Miguel.” you breathed, your breathing quickening as Miguel’s dick once again brushed your center teasingly.

“Patience, nenita. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.” With a wicked grin, Miguel ignored the ache in between your legs and instead pressed his lips against yours once again.

You felt Miguel’s sharp canines nibble against your bottom lip, threatening to bite down on you which only heightened your desire for him. His tongue followed the path his teeth had nipped at, soothing the pain with a flick before sliding between your lips, demanding entrance that you granted. Your hands snaked up to his hair, entangling in his brown locks as a soft growl escaped his lips that reverberated into the kiss. You hummed in pleasure at the sound before Miguel’s lips left yours and traversed the heated skin of your cheek, jawline, and finally your neck. 

The thrum of your heartbeat echoed in your throat as Miguel sucked and nipped at the skin, leaving you pining for him, practically whimpering for more as his mouth teased your skin. All the while his dick continued brushing against you, your clit pulsing with need at Miguel’s torturous touch. 

“Miguel, please!” you plead, your voice high and airy as you tilt your head back slightly, allowing Miguel better access to your neck.

“Please what? You’re going to have to beg for it, _____.” Miguel’s teeth skimmed the top of your collarbone temptingly, the sting of his teeth only adding to your need for him.

Uncaring of any sort of pride or ego you once held onto your hands gripped Miguel’s shoulders in a plea as you begged, “please, Miguel! I want to feel you inside me! Please give it to me!” 

A sly smirk flashed across the man’s plush lips, exposing his sharp teeth as his eyes shined at you, their red color ablaze. “Good girl,” he complimented, his voice low.

You watched as Miguel adjusted your positions, his hand hiking up your thigh that wrapped around him while his other hand aligned his dick with your entrance. His tip teasingly pressed into you as another agonizing moan slipped from your lips. Miguel smiled at your desperation before giving in to your desires and pushing himself deep into you, his tip burrowing inside you, hitting everything on its way in. Your walls stretched to accommodate his girth as your mingled moans created a symphony of licentious sounds to entertain the dark walls that watch you in silent passivity.

After giving you a brief second to adjust to him Miguel pulled out only to plunge back into you. The sensation of him moving against you was almost too much as you gripped his shoulders harder while he drilled into you. His pace was punishing as his hips pistoned against you allowing his dick to hit your cervix every single time, eliciting loud shuddering moans to ripple from your lips in unabashed pleasure. 

Cracking your eyes open in your haze of pleasure revealed Miguel enjoying it as much as you. His teeth were clenched as strained grunts escaped his lips, and a few strands of his hair landed across his forehead which was covered in a light sheen of sweat that made his skin look golden under the lights. He was so incredibly beautiful. You let your lips capture him in a searing kiss which was followed by a moan from both of you. Without warning you felt Miguel’s other hand slip to your ass, gripping it tightly while his other hand did the same. You then felt Miguel’s grip on you tighten before hoisting you up, holding you against him in his strong arms as his dick kept moving inside you. 

You were amazed at his strength. You supposed it should make sense with him being Spider-Man, but you still couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through you as Miguel’s hands held onto your ass while your hands latched around his neck, your lips still moving in tandem. You felt the pleasure in your abdomen beginning to build the longer the two of you fucked. 

From this angle, Miguel’s cock with every stroke, every thrust, was hitting everything and driving you absolutely insane. His name fell from your lips naturally as your body began to tense up. 

“Let go, _____. I wanna see what your body looks like when overcome with pleasure.” Miguel whispered hotly against your ear.

His command was enough for your body to succumb to the sensations flooding through you. Your body tensed before a white-hot light scorched your body as your orgasm wracked through you, causing you to shudder and tremble in Miguel’s arms.

“Beautiful…” you heard Miguel mumble as he watched your orgasm with wrapped attention. 

Seeing you so fulfilled only helped his own climax as he kept dicking you down. His voice was hoarse and gruff as his moans tumbled from his lips, his chest heaving as harsh breaths fell out of his mouth. 

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, his hips beginning to stutter.

“Inside…” you panted, your hands still clinging to his back.

“You sure?” he gave you one last questioning look as his orgasm started to approach.

You nodded,  “yes. I want to feel you fill me up.” 

You were on birth control so getting pregnant wasn’t a concern for you. All you wanted was to feel Miguel release inside you, a true testament to your time together. Without further questioning, Miguel nodded, trusting your words as his orgasm overtook him. His head threw back as a strained groan left his lips and spilled into the empty room, echoing off of the walls. You felt him release inside you, bringing about a strange sense of comfort as you watched the mighty Spider-Man tremble beneath you.

As Miguel came down from his high he gently placed you back on the ground, but didn’t completely disentangle himself from you. His strong arms held onto you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before muttering, “welcome to Spider Society, nenita.”

You chuckled at his words before reciprocating the kiss. You could tell you were going to like it here, “thanks, Miguel. I look forward to working with you.”

Miguel looked into your eyes, a gleam of amusement passing over his gaze as the passionate embers in his eyes took you in as a sensual smile curled the edges of his soft lips. His sharp canines reminded you of the way they felt scraping against your skin as his touch tightened and his deep husky voice responded back to you, “as do I, _____. There’s a lot I’m looking forward to showing you.”

You weren’t sure what was ahead of you now that you were the newest agent in the Spider Society, but you definitely were looking forward to it- especially if sessions like these with Miguel were going to be reoccurring. You pressed another kiss to his soft lips as he returned your fervor with equal intensity, the empty room was the only witness to your passionate whims.

Morning Distractions (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

WC: 3,108

A/N: God, another Leon one-shot! This man won’t leave me alone (I’m not complaining though tbh). I hope you enjoy domestic Leon comforting y/n, I definitely enjoyed writing it!

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You clutched the vintage leather of Leon’s jacket deftly in your grip as you pleaded with him not to leave. You felt your fingers begin to ache with how much pressure it took to keep your boyfriend from going as you stopped him from exiting your shared bedroom, his frame caught in the middle of the doorframe as he looked back at you with an amused expression.

“Do you plan on doing that for the entirety of my 12-hour shift?” he asked with a slight chuckle, his voice low and soothing.

You gripped him tighter, “yes.”

You felt Leon shift to face you before he quickly tore your fingers off of his jacket, his hands encapsulating your wrists as he pulled you towards him. Your body followed his command without resistance, bumping against his strong torso as he looked down at you.

“Y’know I don’t want to leave either,” he whispered softly as his lips tried to appease you with a featherlight kiss on your cheek.

You simply huffed at the gesture, you were going to need a lot more than a peck on the cheek to let this man go. “Then stay,” you countered, your lips pulling down into a shallow frown.

Looking up at Leon left you with the sight of him smiling down at your antics. His eyes were warm as they captured your morning image of tangled hair, puffy eyes, and slightly raspy voice. He thought you were adorable, but he really needed to leave. Leon’s eyes briefly flicked away from your sullen expression to check the time on his watch. He had to go in the next 15 minutes or he’d get his ass chewed out again for being late.

“Baby… you know I can’t. I really have to go.” Leon stated, his voice soft yet firm as his eyes met yours once again.

You sighed as you sagged your body into your boyfriend’s firm one, his hands immediately wrapped around you protectively in his comforting embrace. You knew you were being a brat but you couldn’t help it. Every time Leon left for work he always came back worse than when he left. Just last week he came back with a large bruise on the side of his abdomen that he refused to tell you the origin of.

You knew he kept you out of his work for your own good so you wouldn’t worry about it but you couldn’t help but feel guilty every time you watched him kiss you goodbye before heading to work, knowing you were letting him leave only to come back hurt. You knew this was Leon’s job and that he was capable of handling whatever missions he received, but you still wanted to hold onto him for as long as you could before he left.

With your head resting on Leon’s chest you listened closely to his heartbeat that pumped rhythmically against your ear. You found the sound comfortingly. Finally, after a second you spoke up, your voice quiet, “will you at least let me make you breakfast before you go?”

“Baby-”

“I’ll be quick! I swear!” You reassured him, knowing that he was going to try to get out of you cooking for him.

A second of quiet stretched between you two before you heard Leon sigh from above you, his hand resting on top of your head and combing through your hair as he acquiesced, “okay ____, I’ll stay for you. But then I really have to leave, deal?”

You raised your head off of Leon’s chest to look up at him with a wide smile while nodding fervently, “deal!”

Not wanting to waste whatever time you had left with him, you quickly pulled away from your boyfriend before dashing past him and making your way to the kitchen which consisted of marble countertops and white wooden cabinets.

Leon watched as you made your way to the kitchen, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you moved about the kitchen. You quickly pulled out your black metal griddle, a bowl, and a plate along with milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and bread.

“French toast?” Leon guessed as he took a seat in one of the bar stools that was settled in front of the island, a perfect spot for admiring you cook in front of him.

You hummed in response, a closed-lipped smile on your face as you began mixing all the ingredients in a bowl before pouring the batter onto a plate. Leon always loved your french toast and you hoped that this would hopefully make his upcoming grueling day at work a little better.

After letting the bread soak in the batter you quickly turned around and began placing the two pieces of bread on the griddle, cooking it on low heat so that it would fry evenly. Unbeknownst to you, when you turned around Leon couldn’t help but admire your body. You were still in your pajamas which consisted of a thin tank top paired with shorts that did little to cover what was underneath.

Leon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the strain in his pants making its presence painfully known as he did his best to focus on the amazing breakfast you went out of your way to make for him and not on the thought of fucking you on these expensive counters.

“Leon?”

Your voice pulled the federal agent away from his distracting thoughts as he looked up to see you gazing back at him from over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Shit, he didn’t want you worrying more about him than he knew you already were on a daily basis.

“Sorry _____, I just zoned out is all,” he stated as he slipped off of his seat before walking over to you, leaning against the counter as he watched you flip over the two pieces of bread.

“It’s alright, the food’s almost done.” You said with a small smile, still a bit on edge over Leon’s expression earlier when you turned to ask him if he wanted strawberries with his toast.

Your boyfriend saw that your mind was still focused on his distracted behavior earlier, he could see the flicker of concern that pooled in your eyes. He really didn’t want you to be stressed over this while he was away and figured the best way to convince you that he was indeed okay, was to show you exactly what had him so distracted.

With the idea firmly planted in his head, Leon took another quick glance at his watch to see that he had about 10 minutes left before he had to go. That would be plenty of time.

“Baby, stop worrying,” Leon said soothingly as he looked back down to see you plating the toast, your attention focused solely on the food in front of you.

He chuckled to himself at your intense concentration before moving behind you, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbled into your ear, “I just got distracted by you.”

You momentarily froze when you felt Leon move behind you and press himself lightly against you. Despite him not applying a lot of pressure, you could feel the faint outline of his hard erection poking you. Paired with his whispered words, you had practically short-circuited. His voice caressed you and fanned over your neck before being overtaken by his soft lips that lightly pecked your heated skin just below your ear.

What was this man doing?

“L-Leon…” you huffed out after you felt Leon’s leather-gloved hands roam over your thighs and higher up your legs, resting on the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes?” You heard him mumble from behind you, his kisses on your neck coercing you to tilt your head to the side to allow him better access.

“You…you have work…” you tried to counter, doing your best to hold on to your rationality.

Leon chuckled softly against your skin, his body pressing against you even more than before as he speaks, “weren’t you the one trying to get me to stay just a minute ago?”

You sighed in frustration. Partly because Leon was using your words against you and partly because now you were extremely horny. You felt your core ignite in heat and desire, already feeling yourself getting wet just from Leon’s touch resting around your waist.

“I was, but-”

“But?” Leon’s hands began to slip off of your body as he took a step away from you, his voice was low and teasing, “should we just stop then?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him. Your hands reached out to grab his leather jacket once again before forcing him closer to you as you speak, “nope. You don’t get to leave after teasing me like that.”

Leon flashed a wolfish grin at you, his eyes drinking you in, “we have 8 minutes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked with a devilish smile.

Your boyfriend didn’t even bother to respond as he simply crashed his lips upon yours, his tongue slipping out to taste yours as you moaned into the kiss. You felt his strong hands grab your ass, massaging the soft malleable muscle while pulling you harder against him.

You felt his boner even more clearly now as it rubbed against your thigh. As you kissed your hand traveled down to lightly grip Leon’s desire, eliciting a soft groan from his lips as he pulled away from the kiss.

You smiled up at him before glancing down at his watch to see that you guys had 6 minutes left now. You didn’t have time for the usual foreplay that the two of you liked to indulge in. You’d have to save that for later.

“Fuck me, Leon.” You said plainly.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a licentious smile crossed over his slightly puffy lips. He raised his thumb up to your lips, smearing the saliva covering your lips even more. “So needy,” he teased, but he was more than ready to fulfill his earlier fantasy.

Without any further pretense, Leon quickly gripped your ass and lifted you up on the cold island counter. You shivered as your thighs pressed flatly against the marble surface, but you barely had time to register the shock of the cold on your warm skin since Leon was already yanking your shorts and underwear down to your ankles until they inevitably fell on the wooden floor.

“‘So needy.’” You mocked at seeing the urgency in which Leon seemed to be in to fuck you.

“It’s you… I can’t help it.” your boyfriend stated with a slight chuckle, his lips curving upwards in a smirk as his icy-blue eyes took in your half-naked body.

His eyes dipped down to your heat. You were so ready for him, you didn’t even need to be warmed up but you didn’t complain when Leon’s index and middle finger briefly explored the folds of your core.

Your hands jumped up to grip his shoulders as you relished in the feeling of his fingers sliding through you before he slipped both of them in without warning. You gasped at the sudden intrusion before it was swallowed by Leon’s lips on yours. His fingers pushed deeper inside you as he kissed you, it was messy, hot, and passionate as you felt your hips try to push against Leon’s fingers, wanting him deeper inside you.

Before you could succeed in your attempt, however, Leon slipped his fingers out of you. You whined at the movement, “I was starting to get close.”

Leon laughed at the whine in your voice before leaning over to your ear and whispering softly, “not without me, baby.”

Your boyfriend then brought his fingers that had just been inside you up to your lips.

“Taste yourself, _____.”

You didn’t need any further convincing as you obliged his request, your tongue sliding over the two fingers Leon delicately placed in your mouth. You sucked all your juices off of his digits diligently while gazing up to catch Leon’s reaction who watched with wrapped attention, his eyes focused squarely on every roll and flick of your tongue across the pads of his fingers.

“Fuck…” you heard him moan softly after you popped your mouth off of his fingers.

You smiled smugly at the man in front of you, pleasing Leon was always a treat for you and if you had more time you’d have already been on your knees for him with him deep in your mouth. But unfortunately, a hesitant glance at his watch told you that you only had 4 minutes left.

“Did you still want to…?” You asked when you caught Leon’s attention who had also frowned when checking the time on his watch.

He nodded at your question, “yeah. You were close right?”

You frowned, “I was. But I know that’s not enough time to get you off.”

Your boyfriend smiled softly at your words as he brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek. He pecked a sweet kiss on your forehead as he spoke intimately into the little space that blocked the two of you, “I get off on your pleasure.”

You felt heat spread throughout your body as your heart seemed to explode with warmth at Leon’s sincere words. Still, you couldn’t help the nagging guilt that pulled at your thoughts, “are you sure, Leon?”

Leon simply smiled at your question, amused at how concerned you were about him climaxing. He answered you with the same small smile and warm tone, “I’m sure, _____. Now, will you please let me fuck you for the next 4 minutes?”

You chuckled at his question before nodding, granting him permission to completely wreck you with the short amount of allotted time you guys had. Leon’s smile widened when he saw you nod as he pressed one more short kiss to your lips before quickly pulling out his dick and pushing it inside you. His length and girth alone were enough to make you completely fall apart but you held yourself together as Leon pulled you closer to the edge of the counter so he could more easily push into you.

After giving you a second to adjust, Leon began moving inside you. Normally, he would gradually increase his pace when fucking you. Leon loved watching the pleasure slowly build inside you, he loved seeing how your moans would get louder with every thrust as he moves faster and faster against you. But, due to the limited time, he had to instead just fuck you hard and fast to get you to come.

His pace was ruthless and took you completely by surprise. It was rare for Leon to fuck you so brutally as he liked taking things slow. You knew that he was doing it so that you would climax in the next 4 minutes but at this rate you weren’t sure if you would even be able to last that long. You felt Leon’s dick run deeper and deeper inside you, hitting every spot with such velocity that you were helpless to try to stay coherent. All you could do was moan and cry out for him, your hands gripping his jacket while your head faced the ceiling with your eyes squeezed shut.

Leon watched you with amusement as he moved against you. The sounds you were making were incredibly sexy- almost enough to make him cum. His eyes darted to your neck before he leaned in and began nipping at the skin there. That was definitely going to leave some marks, but the pleasure coursing through you was too powerful for you to care.

You supposed you’d just have to wear a turtleneck to work today.

Leon continued sucking and biting on your neck as he fucked into you. The combination of pleasure and pain mixed with his incredibly fast pace had you coming in the next minute or so. Your body tensed as you announced to Leon that you were coming which he already knew but simply hummed in acknowledgment- not stopping any of his ministrations.

An intense feeling dominated all of your senses as you came, your body shaking and trembling at the magnitude of the pleasure ensnaring you in its intoxicating clutch. By the time the tendrils of your high began to slowly fade you were completely spent as your chest heaved up and down. Your dazed eyes blearily gazed over to see Leon pulling out of you, a sheen of sweat covering his clear skin.

“Are you okay?” you heard him ask as he began to gingerly put your clothes back on you.

You knew he most definitely had to leave now, but you appreciated that he still made sure you were in order before heading to work. “I’m fine… thank you, baby. That was…” your voice trailed off as you lifted your hand and directed Leon’s attention back to your face. You leaned forward and pecked his lips to which he reciprocated. “Will you be okay?” You asked after pulling back from the kiss.

Leon smiled softly at you as he spoke tenderly, “I’ll be fine, _____. As long as you’re okay.”

You listened to Leon and did your best to believe that he’d be fine despite not having an orgasm of his own. Your hands reached up and fixed his hair back in place as he continued speaking.

“Now. I really need to go. I’ll see you later, okay? Text me when you get to work.” Leon pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before helping you down from the counter and grabbing his bag and heading to the front door.

You watched him for a second before you remembered something, “wait!” you called out to him before rushing to the forgotten french toast. You quickly put it in a Ziploc bag before dashing over to the front door where Leon waited anxiously for you. “Your breakfast,” you said, handing the bag over to your boyfriend who took it with a wide smile.

“You’re the best,” he says before offering you one last kiss on the lips and heading out the door.

You watch his retreating back as he heads to his car. While you would definitely still worry about his well-being while he was away, you were excited to see him when he came back home. You already had some ideas on how to repay him for his efforts this morning and this time- you wouldn’t have any time restraints keeping you from pleasing the man that you loved.

🫧welcome to the library!🫧

20 year old, black/African American, she/her

Affiliate/member of: @thebtswritersclub

Groups I <3: BTS (so surprising), TXT, NCT, GOT7, TWICE, NewJeans, KISS of Life

=========( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )==========

ʚ✟⃛ɞ ?what kind of blog is this? ʚ✟⃛ɞ

•BTS parings/ships!

•BTS x reader (black reader usually)

•some miscellaneous ffs of other fandoms I like

+bonus! I cross-post on ao3 so you can find me on there under the same username!

========= ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )==========

ʚ✟⃛ɞ !current work(s)! ʚ✟⃛ɞ

bts and such

-Short and Sweet (one-shot)

•Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

•Genre: smut, college au

•Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for a while now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

•Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

• 📔 read here! 📔•

- You’re 22 (one-shot)

•Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

•Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at the club…

•Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

• 📔 read here! 📔 •

- All Mine (one-shot)

•Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Black Reader

•Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, enemies-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: With Kim Seokjin being the student body President your purely sexual relationship with him has to be on the DL, but what happens when it becomes more than sexual?

•Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. Receiving), arguing, dirty talk, pet names

• 📔 read here 📔 •

miscellaneous & such

-New Recruit (one-shot)

•Pairing: Miguel O'Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

•Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Morning Distractions (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

•Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

•Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Lavender and Cinnamon (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers, workplace

•Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

•Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

•📔 read here! 📔•

========= ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )==========

thx for picking up a book at the library, enjoy your stay! ʕ•̫͡•ʔ ʕ-̼͡-ʔ

Newly revamped for 2023! Now accepting participants for all k-pop groups and idols!!

What Is This?

This is a bingo style fandom event in which a participant is given a ‘bingo card’ containing 24 prompts and 1 free space. You have the entire length of the event to finish and post as many works inspired by the prompts as you can/would like to.

This year’s theme is “the sound of music”. The cards will include a variety of song titles and lyrics from various groups and singers. Participants will be able to customize their cards (limiting groups or genres, etcetera) through the sign up form.

Participants are able to customize their potential prompts via the sign up sheet, but there is always a fun element of surprise! The cards will also include members and pairings (if you opt in for pairings - optional).

Who Can Participate?

We welcome all ages and all writing! mxm, mxr, mxoc, or no pairing, polyam welcome as well!

How to Sign Up?

Please reblog this post.

Read the rules and faq.

Follow the blog (to see everyone’s creations!)

Click here to go to the form.

If you have any questions before entering, feel free to send us an ask.

After you sign up, within a few days or (a week at most), you will receive your custom bingo card - this is an example of what the card may look like. (We will send these via the submit option on your blog or DM if your submit isn’t working. Please remember to have one of these open!)

You can start posting your stories on January 1st! Please use the tag #musicbingo23 and tag the blog in your post so we can see it and reblog it!

Event Timeline:

Now to 5 January, 2023 – Sign Ups are open!

1 January, 2023 – Event begins, begin submitting/posting your works (use the tag #musicbingo23)

10 January, 2023 – Last day to request card/square exchange

30 April, 2023 – Even ends, all works must be posted.

Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

Keep reading

@bangtanxcoffee tysm for tagging me🤎🤎

Lowkey surprised, it used to be words of affirmation 😅

I’ll tag some ppl too but ofc this is optional!: @luaspersona , @gimmesumsuga , @faeknj

So that explains some fic choices I’ve made😭

5 Love Languages Quiz

Tagging: @kookieswan @sweetestofchaos @baljinciaga @nabiolive @sailoryooons @rkivian @here4btsfics @here2bbtstrash @chryblossomjjk (no pressure) and anyone else💖