Adorbs

adorbs

thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 780

a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter

peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day. 

there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you. 

but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.

“babe?” he calls out. 

he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”

he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home. 

when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye. 

as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,

“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”

peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.

he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him. 

when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.

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peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas. 

“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside. 

peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.

the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs. 

peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.

“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.

he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that. 

peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”

he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks. 

“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”

you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?” 

you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands. 

“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”

you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment. 

you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.

“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.” 

you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”

peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”

gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”

Hate sex with Miguel >>>>>>

Por el amor de Dios, por favor ponme en esta lista de etiquetas. Esto hace mucho calor. 🙏🙏

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

I almost forgot to release this!

4. Jealousy, bring the music back to me.

Part 1 - the call

Part 2 - the revenge

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including fingering (m receiving) and penetration (p in v). Dirty talk involving domination (but no derogation!!!) is also included.

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She'd put on her pyjamas and turned on the TV while she waited for him. He hadn't sent her any messages after their phone call, so she could only assume that he was on his way over. Finally, the doorbell rang and she jumped up and raced over to it excited. She checked the peephole to make sure it was him, then flung the door open and gave him a mischievous smile.

“Dr O'Hara?” she asked, getting a little nervous when he continued to glare down at her with his coppery eyes. “What happened with your dinner?”

He pushed past her without a word and she gulped as she shut the door behind him.

“You know, I don’t get paid to work this late, boss,” she joked, keeping her tone light as she turned to face him. “Is it okay if I just take care of this … tomorrow?”

She grinned as she gestured to his general being and Miguel growled at her feigned innocence before backing her into the door and trapping her against it. He grabbed her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him, his eyes dark with lust and his jaw clenched in frustration.

“What was it you wanted me to do, arañita? Run my huge hands all over your breasts?” His voice was low and rough and she let out a surprised whimper as he slid his hands under her shirt and ripped it off. She curled her arms against her chest as he exposed before him, but he tugged them aside, then reached up to take hold of her breasts. His gaze locked on her chest as he watched him squeeze and rub her soft flesh, her nipples quickly hardening at his touch, then he looked up at her. “And then what? You want me to lick your neck?”

He bent over to do exactly as she'd asked, his teeth grazing her skin as he brushed his lips along her throat. His hands drifted down her waist as he nibbled and licked her and she squeaked in surprise when he plunged them into her pyjamas to grab onto her ass.

“Miguel!” X grabbed onto his shoulders to try to keep herself upright as he towered over her. “M-Miguel … please …”

“Please what, arañita?” he murmured against her skin. “Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you were asking me for?” He pulled back to glare at her, and slid his hands around to her front to grab onto the waistband of her pyjamas. “Whining and whimpering in my ear over the phone. Interrupting me in the middle of my dinner.”

He knelt down and yanked her bottoms off before lifting her up onto his waist to carry her into her bedroom.

“I'm sorry,” X apologised, curling herself around him to lick his neck and drag her fingernails along his back. “I just … I needed you so badly, Miguel!”

He threw her onto the bed once he'd reached it and tore his clothes off, his heart beating with anticipation as he gazed down at her.

“Qué chica traviesa, arañita (what a naughty girl, little spider), whispering such naughty things in my ear,” he scolded her, his voice soft and smooth. He licked his lips as he climbed on top of her, then he began kissing her, stroking and squeezing every part of her he could grab hold of. “What else did you want me to do? Tell me what you want, querida. Tell me what you want from me.”

He slid his hand down her abdomen and buried his fingers in her already wet folds, stroking and teasing her as she wriggled and squirmed beneath him.

“You want me to make you come for me? Hmm? Is that what you want?” He frowned as he slid his fingers inside of her, recalling the naughty words she'd said to him over the phone. “That's what you said, right? My big fingers inside of you, stroking you until you're leaking around my fingers, your sweet, sticky c*m dripping into the palm of my hand? ¿Eso es lo que dijiste, sí, arañita? (That's what you said, right, little spider?)”

“Mmm. Yes, Miguel,” X breathed, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of thick fingers pumping her vigorously. God, it felt good. “Please … please make me come for you.”

She grabbed onto the pillow behind her, squeezing it tight as her hips began moving in time to the rhythm of his fingers inside of her. Miguel's jaw clenched at the sight.

“Why?” he pressed, continuing to stroke her and curl his fingers against her sensitive walls. “Why should I make you come for me, arañita? Do you think you deserve it? After all those naughty pictures you kept sending me?”

He held her hips down with his free hand, keeping her in place so he could continue to tease her how he wanted.

“¿Sabías que Ilyana estaba sentada a mi lado, querida? Y Nate. ¿Y si habían visto? (Did you know that Ilyana was sitting right next to me? And Nate? What if they saw?) Hmm?” He bent over her so their lips were just an inch apart. “What if they had looked over and seen all those delicious pictures of you? Your beautiful little body, all naked for me?”

He groaned and leaned over to begin kissing her neck, the palm of his hand pressing against her clit as he continued moving his fingers inside of her.

“So beautiful, querida. So small and so perfect and all mine. Only mine.” He pulled back to look at her again, his features set into a hard expression. “¿Me entiendes, querida? Eres solamente mio. (Do you understand, darling? You are only mine.) Mine.”

He snarled at her, making sure that she got the message and she reached her hands up to his shoulders, digging her fingers into his muscles as she held onto him.

“Yes, Miguel. All yours, only yours,” she agreed, gasping for breath as she approached her limit. I'm only yours, mi querido. Only … Hmm, please, Miguel. Miguel, please. Mmm, you're so hot. I need you so badly. Please, Miguel. Please, querido?”

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her eyes wide and pleading and driving him wild. Miguel growled again and thrust his fingers inside of her, forcing her vagina to start fluttering around his fingers as she came for him. Miguel lowered himself on top of her when she was done.

“Are you happy now? ¿Te sientes contenta, mi cariño? (Are you happy, my sweetheart?)” He reached up to grip her chin in his hand and brushed his thumb across her lower lip.

“Or do you want more? Do you want me to make you come around my dick, mi querida? Is that what you want?” He ran his hand down her body, then took hold of his cock to start dragging his tip along her folds. “That's what you said right? My arms around your waist, my cock in your p*ssy, stroking you and teasing you. ¿Cómo obscena, arañita? (How dirty, little spider.) How could you whisper such filthy things in my ear?”

She moaned as he started pushing himself inside of her, her legs twitching as she spread herself to accommodate his large bulk.

“And what did you say after that?” he continued, his eyes fixing on where he sat inside of her so nicely. “Your tiny little p*ssy? Your beautiful, perfect little p*ssy? So small and so tight and always taking me in so nicely?” He pushed the rest of his length into her, then pulled her up into his lap, his hands around her waist holding her upright so he could continue looking into her eyes.

“You're such a good girl, arañita,” he told her, his hips beginning to roll against hers gently. “How could you say such naughty things? Muy traviesa, mi cariño, muy obscena. (So naughty, my sweetheart, so dirty.)" He pressed his lips to hers to kiss her, his tongue winding around hers to lick up her moans and whimpers.

“And then when you were whining for me?” he continued, his hips continuing their slow and steady pace as they moved against hers. “When you were whimpering and begging me to let you come? To let you come around my dick? My thick cock stroking the insides of your tiny little p*ssy? ¿Cómo pudiste decir eso, querida? (How could you say that, darling?) How could you say that? How could you say such things to me, mi arañita hermosa?”

X moaned loudly, her brain turning completely numb as he lifted her thighs and started moving her up and down on his length.

“Please, Miguel,” she whined, doing her best to respond to him despite the cloud of lust fogging her brain. “Please make me come for you again. I wanna come for you so bad. Please, cariño? For me? I'll be a good girl, I promise, I'll do whatever you say. Please just make me come for you again.”

She squirmed against him, trying to speed up their movements as her p*ssy throbbed around his cock.

“You like it, don't you?” she insisted desperately. “You like it when I come for you? My sweet little p*ssy working so hard to please you? To take you in and squeeze you tight? Hmm, please, Miguel. Please let me come for you. I wanna come for you so bad!”

Miguel bit down on her neck and growled as he thrust himself into her hard. X shivered as she came around his cock and Miguel tightened his grip on her waist as be released his c*m into her. X scrabbled at his shoulders as she felt him filling her up, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to hold onto him while he came. Then finally, he relaxed and his c*m started leaking out of her as he lowered her onto her bed.

“Good girl, arañita,” he praised her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Muy bien, mi querida.” He kept one arm around her waist as he collapsed onto the mattress next to her, the room filling up with the sounds of their shallow breaths.

“Holy shit!” X panted, twisting her neck to look at him. “That was amazing!”

“Wow,” Miguel agreed, turning to face her with a grin on his face. Mierda, he didn't think he'd had such hot sex before. His insane little girlfriend reflected his expression back at him as she rolled over onto her side and curled up against him. Miguel cuddled her close, his fingers running up and down her back lightly as they lay together in silence. “So … you'll do whatever I tell you to?”

“No …” X winced, then pulled away from him and propped herself up on her elbow. “I was just saying that so you would do whatever I told you to.”

“Hmm, that's not what I heard, arañita,” Miguel argued, pressing his lips together to hide his smile as he pulled her back to him. “I distinctly remember you saying 'I'll be a good girl, Miguel, I promise, I'll do whatever you tell me to. Please, Miguel, please just let me come for you!'”

She would have laughed at his high-pitched imitation of her if he wasn't being so annoying about it. X whined as she wriggled around in his arms, trying to escape his firm grasp.

“Hmm, argh! I can never look you in the face again!” She buried her face in his chest so that her voice was muffled when she next spoke. “I can't go to work tomorrow. I'm sick.”

Miguel snickered at the pathetic fake cough she let out to illustrate her point. “You can't just take a day off, querida. You have to get an MC.”

X rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself onto her elbows to look at him. She fluttered her eyelashes in the way she knew he couldn't resist, then licked her lips and brushed her finger along his skin, tracing the outlines of the muscles in his chest.

“Miguel, querido, please can I work from home tomorrow?” She slid her hands up his chest, her eyes wide and pleading as she lay her head down and waited for his response. Miguel sighed and slung an arm over her waist.

“Not now you can't,” he decided, dragging his fingernails up and down her back. “Not with that pretty face you're giving me. How could I possibly survive a day in the office without you?” X sighed and narrowed her eyes at him, frustrated that her plan had backfired on her.

“Ugh, fine. Whatever,” she relented, snuggling back up against him. Miguel grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her against him lovingly.

“So, I take it dinner wasn’t very fun?” she asked. She tilted her head to look up at him and he took a moment to admire the curve of her rosy lips before groaning at the question.

“It was horrible!” he complained, drawing a snicker out of X. “Ilyana wouldn't leave me alone! I kept trying to come up with ways to tell her that I have a girlfriend without actually telling her about my girlfriend.” He gave her a look that was somewhere between angry and pitiful and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Aww! You poor thing! All the suffering you have to go through.” She reached out to stroke his cheek, pretending to console him. He sighed and leaned into her touch, accepting the comfort, but then a wicked gleam entered her eyes. “What did she do? Do you think she’s going to keep trying tomorrow? Oh my god, I need to see that.” She grinned as she wriggled against him, making herself comfortable in his arms.

“Sigh,” she continued dramatically. “It’s so sad. I always have to warn the new interns not to fall in love with you.” Miguel raised an eyebrow, fighting against the amused grin tugging on the corner of his lips.

“Why?” he asked, pulling her back to him. “Afraid you’ll get jealous?” He moved to give her a kiss, but she barked out a laugh, stopping him. Miguel's eyes widened in bewilderment at her sudden outburst.

“No way!” she exclaimed incredulously. “Firstly, it’s because you’re so freaking hot! Everyone sees you and they fall in love with you straight away. And then I have to be the one to tell them ‘hey, sweetie? It’s never gonna happen. Can you please just get back to your lab work? Thank you!’”

She’d raised her voice a pitch higher as she spoke the last part, putting on an exaggerated accent to increase the dramatics. Everything always seemed that much more interesting through her eyes, but also that much more simple. As if life itself weren’t something to take so seriously all the time. He stroked her back lightly, his lips curling into a smile as he listened to her go on.

“But then they all reach this point where they decide that you’re secretly in love with me, and they get obsessed with that instead,” she finished, rolling her eyes fondly. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him so that their lips were just centimetres apart. Her breath caught in her throat as she peeked up at him from beneath her lashes and she swallowed hard when his gaze trailed down to her mouth.

“Everyone thinks I’m secretly in love with you?” he asked, his voice low, his hand moving to grip her ass. She let out a little squeak and bit her lip as her chest heated up at the look in his eyes. Then she cleared her throat and turned away, trying to ignore the rapid fluttering of her stomach.

“Yes,” she confirmed, turning back to him. “Like, actually, it’s not even funny. That’s why everyone’s always asking me to ask you stuff: because they think you’ll never say no to me.” Miguel pursed his lips in thought as he skimmed his fingernails along her side.

“Hmm, maybe I’m being too lenient with you,” he suggested, curling his fingers around her waist. “From now on, you’re not allowed to do anything without my permission.” X pushed against his chest, moving herself away from him as her eyes widened in horror.

“What?!” she screeched, outraged by the very idea. “Gross! I’m quitting.” She turned around in a huff and shuffled out of his grasp, refusing to pay him any more attention. Miguel smiled and wrapped his arms around her, easily pulling her small form back against his chest.

“Quitting what?” he asked, nuzzling her hair affectionately. “Your job or this relationship?” She felt her heart flutter and the corners of her mouth twist at the word. ‘Relationship’. Something long-term, something important. Something that ignited a warmth in her chest and a fire in her belly. She pressed her face into the pillow, trying to hide her smile from him and pretend that she was still mad at his proclamation.

“Both,” she replied, her words muffled by the pillow she’d buried her face in. But he could hear the smile in her voice - the happiness he’d provoked in her by using that word. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, delighted by how easy it was to make her so happy.

“Too bad. I don’t allow it,” he murmured into her hair. “Te amo, mi arañita preciosa.”

X giggled and raised her head so he'd hear her words clearly. “Te amo también, mi cariño hermoso.”

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lord of chaos

cutest thing ever somebody shoot me omg

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

3. And on it goes

Part 1 - The apartment

Part 2 - the late-night

Part 3 - the shirt

 Warnings: kissing and touching, mentions of sex.

P.S. This is the top:

Cider

Solid Rib Zip Up Collar Knitted Bodysuit - Cider

Solid Rib Zip Up Collar Knitted Bodysuit - Cider - Composition: 20% nylon 80% viscose - Stretch: High - Fit Type: Regular - Fabric Thickness

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     She unzipped her makeup bag and dumped the contents onto the dining table. There was a new exhibit at the science centre on Da Vinci - one of her childhood idols - and Miguel had gotten them tickets to go see it that weekend. He’d listened with amusement as she’d gone on a rant about how his ingenuity in maths and engineering had gone under-appreciated due to the popularity of his artwork. ‘You’re so cute when you go all nerd-mode,’ he’d teased her, prompting that adorable little glare out of her. Then he’d leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and her features had relaxed into a smile again. 

     “Do you want the same stuff or do you want to get some new ones?” Miguel asked, walking over to her and gesturing to the makeup spread across the table. X looked up at him in confusion, so he repeated himself. “Your makeup. Should I buy the same ones or do you want to get some new stuff?”

     “What? Why are we buying me new makeup?” X asked, that puzzled expression still on her face. The corners of Miguel’s lips twitched as he looked down at her. 

     “So you can just keep it over here,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Then you don't have to keep carrying everything around all the time.” 

     She relaxed and smiled, amused by the idea. “Thanks, but your cupboard is a mess, querido. And I don’t think there’d be enough space anyway.” 

     She picked up her concealer to begin dabbing it under her eyes, but Miguel placed his hand down on the table in front of her, stopping her. She looked up and raised an eyebrow in question when she saw the delighted grin stretched across his face. He held a hand out to her and pulled her up when she took it, guiding her up to the master bathroom. She smiled as he dragged her along, his excitement rubbing off on her, then he stopped to cover her eyes with his hands before pushing her into the bathroom. 

     “What do you think?” Miguel asked once he’d removed his hands from her face. She stared at the new mirrored cabinet he’d had installed for her, just waiting for her to fill it up, and her eyes dampened with tears at the sight. Miguel watched her reflection uncertainly, his nerves growing with every second of speechlessness that passed by. Was it too soon? Did she not like it? Had he just come up with the worst possible idea ever? Ay, Dios, he should have just asked her first if that was what she wa-

     “I love it!” X finally declared, her voice coming out as a whisper around the lump in her throat. She turned to face him, her kind and sweet and caring boyfriend, and her heart swelled with love for him. “I love you, querido. Like, so much.” 

     Miguel grinned and pulled her into his chest, hugging her tight. “I love you like so much too, querida.” 

     She snickered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, then she pulled back and stretched onto her toes to reward him with a kiss. “Te amo, mi araña.”

     Miguel bent over to give her an ever deeper kiss, then he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him. “Te amo también, mi arañita.” 

     She was standing in the pantry chatting to some of the interns when he’d gone to grab a coffee. She’d looked so pretty with her curly hair and her warm smile and the f*cking sexy knitted cream top he’d never seen on her before that his stomach had tightened immediately at the sight of her. 

     “Arañita,” he’d called her, his features set into a hard expression as he’d waited for her to look up at him. He nodded to his office, then turned on his heel without waiting for her to follow. “My office. Now.” X bounced along behind him, struggling to keep up with his long strides as they made their way to his office. Was it her shirt? It was probably her shirt. She’d thought she’d look great in it when she’d seen it online and she’d probably been right. She locked the door behind her once they were inside, then turned to give Miguel an innocent smile as she waited for him to speak. 

     He sighed and leaned against his desk once they were alone. He looked up at her, his eyes darkening as they drifted over her tight little body, then he shook his head and gestured for her to make her way to him. 

     “Miguel?” she asked him cautiously, her steps slow and hesitant as she walked over to him. “Is something wrong?” He curled his fingers around her waist when she was close enough, tugging her to him so he could stroke his thumbs across the soft material of her shirt. 

     “Querida,” he whined, admiring how soft and cuddly she looked in the cream-coloured fabric. He slid his hands up her back and stood up to pull her into his chest. “You can’t dress like this for work, amor: it's too distracting.”

     “Ha!” X barked out, a rush of victory shooting through her at the helplessness in his voice. She waited for him to straighten and grinned at the miserable expression on his face as he looked down at her. Then she slid her hands into his hair and ruffled it teasingly, causing him to frown in irritation. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, querido. It's not my fault you can't control your reproductive system around me.”

     “!Coño, arañita!” Miguel groaned, scowling at her naughty words. He brushed her hair away from her face, then lay his head on her shoulder, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Don't say it like that. It only makes me want to f*ck you more.”

     “Miguel!” X gasped, hitting him on the shoulder. She scrunched her features up at him when he straightened and leaned closer to him, stretching onto her toes to reach his face. “You're so dirty, querido!” She lowered herself back down, then tried to turn around so she could return to her work. But Miguel kept his hold on her, his powerful arms easily tugging her back into his chest. 

     “What time do you finish today?” he asked, bending over to mumble in her ear. X giggled at the way his breath tickled the side of her neck. 

     “I dunno,” she shrugged, purposely keeping her answer vague. “I’ll see how it goes.” Miguel pulled back and frowned at her, exactly as she’d expected he would. 

     “Querida.” X grinned at the warning in his voice. 

     “You tell me what time you finish, boss,” she suggested instead. “I'll wait.”

     Mierda. She knew what it did to him, every time she called him ‘boss’ or ‘Dr O'Hara’, especially with that cheeky smile on her face. Dios, she drove him crazy. He pulled her back to him to give her another hug, then he pressed his lips to her forehead before finally releasing her. 

     “Vale. I'll try to finish early today,” he promised her, following after her as she walked over to the door. He reached over and grabbed the handle before she could, taking advantage of their positions to slide his hand over her ass. He leaned over to murmur in her ear, “hasta pronto, arañita,” then gave her butt a little squeeze, causing her to wriggle with delight. X smiled and chucked her shoulder into him in annoyance. 

     “Hasta pronto, mi araña.” He groaned at her words, his head falling back in defeat and she giggled at his reaction before stretching onto her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Finally, he opened the door and leaned against the doorframe as he watched her scurry back to her work. He sighed when she’d disappeared and returned to his own desk, already counting down the minutes until they could go home and he could rip that sexy little shirt off of her. 

     He brushed his tongue against hers as he pushed her into his bedroom, his hands wandering all over her body. They’d already been dating for almost three months now, but he was still all over her like it was the first week of their relationship. She smiled against his lips as she stumbled backwards, held up by his strong arms. 

     “Miguel!” X giggled as he shoved her backwards onto his bed and started pulling her pants off. “Slow down, querido.” 

     Dios, he loved it when she called him that. He took his trousers off before climbing back on top of her and pinning her down against his bed. Then he slid his hands into hers and groaned into her mouth as he pressed his lips back to hers, relishing the feeling of her small body beneath him. He couldn’t believe that it had already been three months since that first night at her place; three months of them sneaking around the office and going on dates after work and staying up late over the weekends having amazing sex. He slipped one hand between her legs to undo her top and she took the opportunity to begin unbuttoning his shirt. 

     “What …” Miguel pulled back as he fiddled with her buttons and X quickly moved her lips to his neck instead. She tugged on his skin with her teeth and slid her hands up his hard chest, but he couldn’t even enjoy it thanks to the damn buttons on her shirt. Miguel sighed and sat back, his brows furrowing in irritation. 

     “Why do you always get these shirts?!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the shirt that was hugging her curves in just the way he wanted to. “Why can't you just wear normal clothes?!”

     X pushed herself up to her elbows, her expression incredulous. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think about how easy it’d be to rip off when I was getting it! And anyway, you weren’t complaining when you were talking about effing me in the office earlier!” 

     Miguel frowned and let out a huff as he placed his hands on his hips. It did look really good on her, especially the delicious little slice down the middle that he’d unzipped to expose just a hint of her breasts to him. He sighed and turned back to her. “Fine. We'll get you some new clothes tomorrow.”

     He bent over her again, closing his eyes and pursing his lips as he prepared to kiss her. But she stopped him with a hand on his mouth, scoffing in disbelief as she did so. 

     “Are you insane?! It’s literally two buttons, Miguel! It’s not that hard!” X sat up and undid the buttons with ease, giving her the space to pull her underwear off. “God, how'd you even survive your PhD?” Her lips curled back into a smile as she tossed her underwear aside and waited for his response. Miguel scowled at her and slid his hands beneath her shirt to slip it off along with her bra. 

     “My PhD was in genetics,” he informed her, his mind turning fuzzy as her delicious little body became exposed to him. “Not fashion … whatever.” He glided his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts gently, then circled her nipples with his thumbs, teasing her. She giggled and his stomach flipped at the adorable expression on her face: Dios, she was cute. X pushed his shirt off and climbed onto his lap, settling herself on top of him. 

     “'Fashion whatever'? Mmm, you're really helping your case, Miguel,” she joked, starting to roll her hips against his. Miguel squeezed her waist, his cock already starting to harden as she rubbed her soft p*ssy against him. 

     “Callate, arañita,” he mumbled, shifting around to lay her down on the pillows. Mierda, she looked beautiful, lying on his bed with her hair all spread out across his pillows. Miguel lowered himself on top of her and X curled herself around him immediately. 

     “Yes, boss,” she replied, flashing him that mischievous smile that drove him crazy. He sighed and hung his head in defeat. 

     “F*ck.”

i have this headcannon that whenever miguel is super super tired he only speaks in spanish, being too exhausted to translate