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LAURO AS ALWAYS, YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF!!! EEEEE
Hey there! I've never made a request before, I hope it will not make you uncomfortable 🙏🏻 could I please request a fem!Reader pegging Miguel? Like he's always the Dom one in the relationship and reader wants to try something new and be the dominant one for one time and Miguel is a bit uncertain in the beginning but turns out he loves it so much! (also because the one who's pegging him is his beautiful, beloved sexy girlfriend 👀)
[Is It Tight?]
lab tester: Anonymous Participant 🩻
pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader
summary: Miguel lets his girlfriend guide him to the edge.
content warning: basically a PWP (but of course I hint at plot/characterization because I have no self control), 18+ so MDNI, pegging, butt play, cunnilingus, fellatio, unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP 🫵🏾), butt plugs, a little bit of dom + sub dynamics (I can't resist a subby Mig, SORRY!), softness!
word count: 4.7k, halfway proofread
a/n: You don’t know how happy I was when I read this omg. I was NOT disgusted but ecstatic. This is my first time writing pegging, not my first time thinking about man (specifically Miguel’s) butt.
“You want to do what?”
You lean on his moving chest, the room hot after your previous encounter.
“I want to…fuck you!”
“That’s not what you said.”
You pout and sit up a bit. You thought the bliss of him just fucking you within an inch of your life would be enough to easily convince him to do anything.
It usually worked but this ask was a lot more risque than your other asks. Maybe you should have asked him while he was deep in the valley instead.
“You always make me feel so good, I just wanted to do the same for you this time.”
“You do make me feel good,” he brushed a stray hair on your cheek. “This is something else entirely.”
“I know but,” you climbed on top of him, face leaning over his. “I just wanted to try something different.”
You ran your hand down his neck to his sternum, tilting your head to the side, watching as he raised an eyebrow at your act.
“Don’t you want to explore a new side of pleasure with me?”
Your hands made their way to his chest, rubbing across his nipples. You bite your lip just thinking about him sprawled out against the bed, mind filled with nothing but bliss. He would look so beautiful with your hands gripping around his waist.
How would he sound?
Would he call your name with that pretty voice of his? Would he grunt and grip onto you? Would he enjoy the view of you working into him?
“You really are enjoying the thought of this, aren’t you?” Miguel gave you a deadpan look, but his neck was on fire.
“Yeah,” you reply, shifting to press your breasts against his torso. You drag his left hand and bring it right in between your legs, watching his eyebrows raise as he feels the building slick. “It excites me.”
You keep Miguel’s heated gaze as he slides over your entrance, fingertips rubbing side to side. You spread your legs wider, enjoying the way that Miguel was eager to dip his fingers back into you.
You let him play, tightening around his fingers as he groaned at the sound of you getting wetter and wetter. You were dripping with both the past and the present sessions and riled up from your thoughts.
Still, you had a plan.
“But, I know it can be a lot,” you say right as Miguel started to rub his head over your lips. You roll over and put on your slippers, “So I won’t bring it up anymore.”
You bend to grab your clothes from the floor, air cooling your naked body. You start to head towards the bathroom when Miguel sits up and grabs your wrist to pull you back into bed.
“I-I’ll think about it,” he breathes into your skin. You bend your neck, letting him continue to kiss along your skin.
“Really? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. It should be something you’re sure about.”
“If it’s with you, I’m willing to try it.”
Bingo.
“Yeah?”
“Mm hm,” Miguel wraps your legs back over his hips, mouth preoccupied. “One more round?”
You card your fingers through his hair, humming as he takes your ass in his hands, swerving your hips over his dick.
“Miguel,” Lyla’s holographic body popped up next to the both of you.
“Lyla, no-”
“Lyla, yes! You’re needed at HQ. An anomaly broke out in the therapy hall.”
Miguel grunted and knocked his head back onto the wall, “Ok, ok. Just give me a second.”
“There’s a lot of emotional spiders listening to a Green Goblin reenact their uncles’ death right now, so you might want to hurry.”
“I got it,” Miguel groaned. “You can go now.”
Lyla snickered before she flickered away.
“Well, babe,” you pat Miguel’s chest. “Duty calls.”
You stand up and laugh at Miguel’s reluctance to move. You pull him to the edge of the bed and he only leans on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your thighs.
“Will I see you tonight?” he whines.
“Only if you’re not busy at work. I’ll be here.”
“Alright,” Miguel says. He grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder. “Five minutes in the shower.”
You laugh as he brings you to the bathroom.
What’s a little irresponsibility for a man who’s constantly saving the multiverse?
Getting him ready was a slow and steady process.
It started with butt grabs.
You’ve always noticed how good he looked from the back, but you also know how sensitive guys could be about that area of their bodies.
The first time you patted his ass, he almost jumped out of his skin, cursing like a sailor. The second time he was a little bit more prepared, albeit a bit peeved. The seventh time, you were slapping it with ease. By the fifteenth time, you were grabbing handfuls to squeeze and he was just letting you have your way.
Next, you decided to introduce some butt play into y'all’s regular sex life. When you grabbed his ass to guide him while he was slamming into you during missionary, it was such an exciting sight watching him get riled up by your encouragement.
Then one night, he had you on your back, one leg in his hands and the other spread to the side. He was diving deep into you, lips against yours as he whispered out praise. You ghosted your hands from his balls to his taint to his hole, pressure building as you tapped against it. Miguel came with a shout, nerves tight.
You raised your eyebrows as you felt him shake above you, “Did you like that?”
“I don’t even know what just happened.”
Later, this move extended to you adding lube and sliding your finger past the rim. Miguel would have to slow down out of fear of finishing too soon, his pride too butthurt from the last time. This went from one finger to two. At three, he was whining in your ears and pushing back against your fingers and forth into your pussy.
His words were incoherent, eyebrows pinched downward as his hips found the perfect balance of pushing and pulling.
“What was that?” you say with shortened breath, his hips drilling harder and harder.
“I feel so good,” he pants out, eyes heavy. You lean up to kiss him, happy with his progress.
The feeling of you clenching around him and filling him up was enough to knock him out for a night.
Then you moved on to butt plugs, which you lovingly decided to buy in the color of his suit.
“Look,” you said, holding the freshly washed plugs up. “I bought us a couple’s set!”
Miguel just stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. He looked unamused, but you’ve been with him long enough to know it was masked excitement.
When you made it a competition, something Miguel couldn’t refuse after all of these years, he was all ears.
The challenge was to see who could go a full workday without removing their plug. Whoever won had full range to do whatever they wanted to the other for a day, whether that meant teasing, kissing, or fucking.
It was fun, a bit risky, but overall right up Miguel’s aroused alley.
What Miguel didn’t understand was how much it was going to affect him.
You were going to be sitting down most of the day, with occasional movement for meetings or consulting with your coworkers.
Miguel was going to be moving constantly through universes, running up walls, jumping through the air, and using his sheer strength.
You tried to warn him of what was to come, not wanting him to be too out of the loop.
“Nena, how bad could it be? It’s not even as big as three of your fingers,” Miguel said begrudgingly as he laid over your lap one morning.
“Hey, if you’re confident, then good for you,” you reply. “Let’s play.”
You lubed down the blue plug and worked it in slowly, watching Miguel’s body for any discomfort. You felt his body tense up as you got closer to the base, his hands gripping the couch under him. You twist it a little, earning a hitched breath from him.
Then you push it all the way in, red base pretty against his dark skin. You press it, watching his thighs shake the more you add pressure, then pat his butt.
“All done!”
“That’s it?” Miguel asks, looking back to you with a perplexed face.
“Yep. It’s in and snug as a rug,” you pull at it just to show him.
“Ah,” he hums and then swats your hand away. “Don’t cheat. And where’s the other one? Let me put it in.”
“I put it in after my shower this morning. I wanted to focus on you in case something went wrong or you changed your mind.”
Miguel stood up in his birthday suit, arms crossed and eyes soft, “That’s sweet of you. I would have loved to watch my girl while I slid it in, though.”
You moved your lips to the side, heart pounding at the thought of Miguel watching you clench and quiver around nothing while he messed with your plug.
“Next time.”
“Yeah? Can I see?”
You stood up and turned around, bending far enough to where your pencil skirt rides up your ass. Miguel comes closer and moves your panties to the side, cursing as he sees the blue jewel sitting above your entrance.
“You’re going to make me late,” Miguel started to palm down your legs, squatting to get closer to your sex. “Eres mi deblilidad.”
You felt his breath on your skin, heat pooling to your core as he started to kiss through the fabric over your clothed clit.
You grip the back of the coach, knees buckling as he moves to spread your ass further, thumb pulling at the line of your panties. He licks upwards then pushes his face further in, nose digging deep into you and his other thumb pressing against the plug.
“Baby,” you sigh with bliss, back arching the more his tongue devoured you whole. “We need to go. I-I thought you said no cheating.”
Miguel only let out a sound of satisfaction, completely ignoring your words. You started to push back against him, hand grabbing his head to gain purchase. You could feel the moans you were trying to hold back leave your throat. Miguel only joined you, loving that he had you stuck like this.
Your watch buzzed and the time on there caused you to panic. Your heart picked up and you involuntarily squeezed around Miguel’s tongue. He grunted and moved his head more.
“Shit,” you gasp, not registering if it was because of Miguel or the fact that you only had so much time to freshen up and beat Nueva York traffic. You tried to pull away, to no avail, “Miguel, I need to go.”
“I’ll swing you there.”
For what felt like forever, Miguel had his face in between your thighs, hands kneading against your skin. You yelled his name as he didn’t let up, face dripping with you. Only when you finally came, Miguel was satisfied, drinking up every last drop.
When he leaned back, you fell forward on the couch, turning to give him a look of annoyance. He only gave a toothy smile, tongue wiping over his fangs.
“Are you going to HQ like that?” you huff, looking at the completely drenched face he was sporting.
“I have a mask for a reason.” He patted your hip with a smirk, “Good luck today.”
You watch him stand up, eying his body, “I could say the same to you. That looks like it hurts.”
You both look down at his erection standing tall and proud.
“I’m sure something will annoy me enough for it to go down as soon as I step foot into the building.”
The day went on smoothly for you, a glow to your skin and a reminder of how it affects your strong-willed boyfriend.
For Miguel, it was hell.
He was fine when he was standing up, reading over file after file, but when he had to move, he felt he might topple over.
After helping Ben tackle an anomaly, his thighs kept quivering. Ben started a soliloquy about the hard work of a man that goes unnoticed and Miguel tried his best to lock himself back in his office. By the time he made it to the edge of the platform, the contact of the metal floor to his ass had him gripping the edge for dear life.
He laid back, breaths coming broken and fast, wondering how you were possibly managing.
Just when things couldn’t get worse, you sent him a message, tone happy and bright saying that you and the plug were still going strong. Miguel opened the message, fingers shaking, and it was a picture of just your ass, plump and perfect with the plug still there.
Miguel just about came right there.
He let the platform up, high enough to feel like no one could see or hear him, and disengaged part of his suit.
He was red with embarrassment, but he knew you were going to want a progress check from him. He sucked it up and angled his watch in a way that got the plug lodged in him, his poor dick leaking like a fountain.
Your reply was instant, praising him for keeping it in, calling him pretty, and making steamy promises for tonight.
Miguel kept his day going, the red and blue plug pushing and prodding at the most inconvenient times.
When he got home, dragging himself through the window, he wasted no time turning off his suit and taking you into your arms, dinner be damned.
The sex was loud and frantic, Miguel entranced by the blue jewelry making an appearance every time his hips met with your ass. He was practically salivating over it.
When you snuck your hand behind him while he was pressing you into the mattress to tug at his plug, he screamed and came within record time, venom dripping from his fangs onto the pillow.
He stayed inside of you for a while, heart beating like a drum.
“I guess that means I win,” you say. Miguel is fully on top of you, mind gone. “Nice game, baby.”
“Mm.”
The day was finally here.
The day you were going to peg your big, strong boyfriend.
You were so excited you were buzzing.
You sat on his couch kicking your feet when you found the perfect strap-on. A dildo that was pink, sparkly 6 inches, and a bit narrow. The harness matched with the front having a dark pink lace design, the straps black, and the rings rose gold.
Your cuddle session with Miguel was interrupted when it came, Lyla excited because you were so excited as you ran to the door to grab the box.
You went straight to cleaning it, with Miguel leaning over the counter as you boiled the dildo with a stunned expression.
“What have I gotten myself into?”
“You’ve gotten yourself into a world of fun!”
Now here you both were on his bed. You sat on your legs while Miguel sat with his legs spread around you. Miguel was in briefs while you chose to go with a comfy set.
“Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”
“Good.”
You lean forward and hold his face in your hands, slotting your lips against his. Like a magnet, Miguel’s hands find your waist, mouth opening with ease.
It’s intimate and soft how Miguel pulls you closer, falling back onto the bed with a chuckle ghosting his lips at your panic. Like this, you can see that there’s some excitement hidden in his eyes, despite the way he’s been pouting all day.
You continue to kiss him all over, a move that he usually does to cheer you up. It works as Miguel relaxes more into the bed, hands rubbing up and down your back.
Your mouth attaches to where his jaw and neck meet, sucking the skin. Miguel’s breath hitches as you continue, leaving evidence of love down his neck. You rub yourself against him, grinding at a slow tempo. Miguel’s hands grip at your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin.
He shuddered as you slid your hands down his arms and chest, eyes locked onto yours. You inched down his body, mouth leaving wet kisses on his skin. You latch onto his nipple, biting softly and pulling causing his stomach to move. Your other hand massaged the opposite peck, kneading at the soft skin. The pressure on just him alone had him more sensitive than usual.
“Color?”
“Green.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, the air around you both warm and quiet.
You slid your hands to his underwear, bending as you went to kiss his bulge. Miguel twitches as you run your tongue over the cotton, your hands pulling slowly at the band. His length lays half-hard as you slide the underwear down his legs.
When you get them off, you dust your hands across his pelvis, watching as his cock moves from your hands being so close but not close enough. You run your nails over his skin with a smile on your face.
“C-can you take your bra off?” Miguel touches your arm.
“Of course,” you cross your arms and yank it slowly from your skin. Miguel watches the way your breasts bounce out of the fabric. “Better?”
He nods his head.
You look back down and see that he’s harder than before. You chuckle as the sight. Sometimes, he was so simple and you adored it.
You take him in your hand, moving from the base to the tip, taking some of the precum and spreading it around his head. Miguel breathed through his teeth, still sensitive. You reached down to kiss the tip, hands still moving around his girth. Miguel grabbed onto your head, eyes foggy as you looked up at him.
You slide your mouth open and take his length halfway through. One hand cups his balls and the other grazes the skin under his his happy trail. You can feel him tensing and relaxing, fingers in your hair scrunching together.
You go farther, gagging when it reaches the back of your throat, constricting over the head. Miguel curses, s’s and m’s lining his teeth. You bob your head up and down, hands moving to his hips when he starts to buck up into your mouth.
You feel his hands getting even tighter in your hair and your name is in the air. You pull off with a pop, much to Miguel’s dismay.
“Can’t keep going or you’ll cum,” you remind him with a pout on your lips.
Miguel just grunted and held an arm over his eyes, chest rising and falling with great speed.
You grab the lube at the other end of the bed, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount onto your hand.
“I’m gonna start off with one and we’ll build up. Color?”
Miguel turned his head to the side, eyes still closed, “Green.”
You nudge his legs open with your knee, choosing to finger him this way to watch his body language. You push one of his legs up, laughing to yourself when you can practically see the irritation in his temple.
Like this, you could see what was going on. In your mind, he was open and waiting no matter how much he pretended like he wasn’t
You take your finger and rub it around the hole, watching as his hips jump.
“Relax, Miguel. It’s just me.”
“And you’re about to put half of a Subway sandwich in me.”
“Technically,” you slip your finger in, using his bickering as a way to get him to relax. “That sandwich is smaller than my strap.”
Miguel clenches down on you as you start to move.
“Oh? Are you excited by that?”
“No,” Miguel says petulantly. He’s still clenching onto your finger like a vice as you go in and out. “Not entirely.”
You tilt your head and run your free hand over the hair on his torso. You keep going until you get his length in your hand, tugging lazily at the base. This gets Miguel to redirect his focusing, moaning move both hands.
“It won’t be bad, baby, I promise. Just trust me.”
“I do.”
“I’m going to put the second finger in, ok?”
He nods, hips moving up into your hand.
You take one finger out and press two against his rim. You inch forward slowly and press your free thumb over his taint. Miguel trembles like a leaf as you get to the base of your hand. You let go of his dick and redirect your focus to his chest.
“Color?”
“Still green.”
You reach to kiss the middle of his chest, “You’re doing really good. We’re almost to the best part.”
After a while of stretching your fingers and twisting your hand, you move on to add the third finger.
You push, meeting a bit of resistance, so to relax him again, you have him look at you so that you can kiss him.
You lick at his lips, causing him to open his lips immediately. You dip into his mouth, the pace of your hands matching your tongue. Miguel hums and grabs onto your arms, mouth tilting to deepen the kiss. He’s so distracted that you tilt your wrist to switch angles, he jolts, body practically jumping from the bad.
“Do that again,” Miguel gasps against your lips.
You slide your fingers in again, rubbing over the knot again.
“Fuck!” Miguel cries, eyebrows pinching up. “What…¿Qué es eso?”
You smile and kiss the corner of his mouth, sliding in and out again just to see him react, “That’s your prostate, Miguel. I know you know what that is.”
Miguel’s head lolls to the side, eyes unfocused.
“Or are you too full to think?”
Miguel’s hands tighten around your forearms, little moans escaping as you keep a steady pace. You’ve never heard him like this before. So whiny, so wanton.
“Amor, please.”
“Please, what?”
“I wanna cum.”
“Do you? But we just started, baby.”
You pull out your fingers and lean back, Miguel agitated and his hole clenching at nothing.
You hurried to put the strap-on on, pulling everything in place.
“Color?” you ask as you coat the dildo with lube.
“Green but, I wanna,” Miguel pants. “I need to turn over.”
“You ok, baby?”
“I wanna last.”
You could feel the cool air hit your wet panties, Miguel’s complete 180 making you want him more.
“That’s fine, go ahead. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He turned over on wobbly limbs. If this weren’t such a serious situation, you’d call him your baby giraffe. He hit the bed like a sack of potatoes, arms giving out.
You lean up to kiss his cheek, “If anything hurts, don’t hesitate to tell me.”
You slide his legs open and take a cup of his ass in your hand. His hole was still wet from earlier, clenching and unclenching. You pour a hefty amount of lube on there, his body jumping from the coolness. You rub the small of his back in consolation.
You toss the bottle to the side and spread your knees. Inching forward, you press the tip against his hole, slowly breaching past the rim. Miguel’s back muscles start to constrict, his arms moving under him.
He relaxes a bit when you reach to rub his back, a move that calms him on his toughest of days.
You move further until you bottom out, hips pressed against the plush of his ass.
“Color?”
“G-green.”
“I’m going to start moving,” you say lowly.
Your hips slide back and ease forward, the sound of it already extremely wet. Miguel makes a stunted sound, vibrations trickling down his body. You do the motion again, this time with a little more force and Miguel is moaning into his arms.
His back looks beautiful, taunt muscles moving in tandem in reaction to your cock moving in and out of him. His skin is getting warmer, heat is building in his thighs and his core. His ass is bouncing with every snap of your hips.
You grab his waist and push your weight on harder. Miguel’s voice breaks at this, filling up the bedroom easily. The bed creaks with the force of you swerving in and out, the perks of a penthouse being no close neighbors to listen to the sound of Miguel’s needy whines.
It feels like you’ve been at it for a while, and still, you haven’t found his sweet spot again. With a shift in position, you lean over his body, breasts pressing into his back, and lift your hips up. You slam back down with overwhelming force.
Miguel yells, hands clenching the sheets below him. That was it, that was the spot. You move to jerk your pelvis again, enjoying the sounds of Miguel absolutely losing it.
“Bebé, así, así,” Miguel moans out.
You reach to move his head to the side to hear him better, “Feeling good, Miguel?”
His words are gibberish, barely comprehending what’s happening past the feeling of your cock dragging against his hole.
“You feel so good to me,” you say against his ear. “You’re doing so good for me, too. Look so amazing on my strap. ‘M so wet just looking at you, baby.”
At your praise, at the mention of your pussy, Miguel is biting onto the pillow below him. His hips are stuck in a loop of grinding against the mattress and pushing back for more.
“Oh, god,” Miguel cries, fangs starting to drip. You looked at his hands, and sure enough, his talons were gripping into the mattress. “Shit, shit, shit!”
You switched to squat above him, gaining an even deeper angle.
“And you’re so messy,” you say. You’re honestly winded but the sight of your boyfriend sprawled out like this is spurring you on. “I bet your big dick is just dripping, huh?”
Miguel nods, eyes squeezing tight as his back arches. He wanted more, needed more.
“You want to cum, Mig?”
“Yes! Please, please, please,” Miguel was shaking with fervor.
You stopped moving and pulled out, which caused Miguel to just about sob.
“Why did you stop?” he whined, looking back to you with the saddest eyes. He was shaking like a leaf, hands trembling, and saliva down his cheek.
“Because I want to see your face when you let go.”
Out of the pure adrenaline you had, you helped to flip his body and spread his legs up. Thank goodness for his flexibility from being Spider-man, otherwise, this position was never going to work.
You lined your cock back up, peppering his pouting face with kisses as you started to move again. From this angle, you could really see his face contort and twist from everything you were giving him. His eyes would roll as you drilled into his prostate, his hips would jump if you grazed his nipples, and he would practically melt once you looked him in the eyes.
“I want to kiss,” Miguel breathes. “Please.”
You grant his wish and lean your forehead on his while you push into him over and over. His mouth is open and his breaths irritatic. Your breasts bounce with the effort you’re putting in. You can see that he’s close, upper lip still moving up in the way it does when he’s about to empty into you.
You lick into his mouth as you take his length in your hand and give it three strong pumps.
Miguel shouts your name as he cums, hands and talons still gripping onto the mattress so as not to hurt you. He paints you both, body shuddering and chest pressing into yours.
He’s so, so gorgeous.
After a while of breathing, you take your strap out and straighten his legs out, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.
“Miguel? Baby?” You rub his chest to bring him back down to Earth. “Can you hear me?”
“What,” Miguel took a deep breath, “the fuck.”
You burst out in laughter at his reaction.
“I’m assuming that means you had a good time?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes.”
“You feel lighter and less tense, right?’
Miguel squinted at you but nodded his head.
“Good, good,”
You went to get a warm towel to wipe him down, a session of cuddles needed after such mind-boggling discoveries for him.
“You know…”
Miguel sighed, “What?”
“We should try the dildo that ejaculates next.”
Miguel stiffens, “Now you’re just going too far.”
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