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urmammy · 7 months

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I can show you pretty

Miguel O'hara xFem!reader Smut one-shot

+18 content below, minors please do not interact.

Warnings: Primal play, extreme aggressor/ possessive Miguel, Dom/sub relationship, HEAVY degradation. This smut is simply for the girlies who get it, and the girlies who don't, don't. For the girlies with a twisted sense of arousal 🧍🏿‍♀️🖐🏿 guilty as charged.

Summary: You were the newest recruit of the spider society and happened to be the most desirable as well, and Miguel was no acception. And although he shoved it down his throat every day for the sake of work, he found himself getting jealous over the attention you got. But he didn't know that yours was all on him.

"I'm not sure if I should try and ask her out Tuesday and I know it's still a long shot-.." A few of the spiders were in the cafeteria at lunch discussing plans to ask you out on a date, their multi colored suits and different faces being the only thing you could tell apart from the all too familiar clan with names repeating themselves over and over.

Spider-man

You were called Widow-Spider, you had the ability to see through walls with your fingertips, almost like how a beluga uses its calls to see its surroundings, and you had such incredible vision and hearing that someone from a mile away would seem like they're five feet in front of you, making your headshots clean in times of desperation during missions that could end fatally for your team if not done.

"She's so stuck up though, you really think she'll even glance in your direction? A bitch like her doesn't want anything to do with us."

Miguel just happened to be around the corner, ears fixating on the conversation before he decided to saunter towards the chattering group, his eyes narrowing in as he looms over them like the grim reaper waiting to collect his next victim.

"What were you saying?"

The group went utterly silent, heads slowly turning to look up at the towering hero before one of them spoke hesitantly.

"That widow-spider is one of the best recruits we've seen in years-"

"That's what I thought." He stated bluntly, giving one last glance around the group with an icey cold gaze that could pierce a dragons heart before whipping back around and sauntering back to his office, his footsteps being so light nobody could barely hear them across the corridor, but with your sensitive hearing, his footsteps sounded more aggressive than necessary, seemingly upset as he walked to his office.

Your ears perked slightly, head whipping in his directing as he walks past you and to his office without a second glance, but you could feel his anger, and it peaked your interest, causing you to follow behind him slowly and carefully.

After he went inside, you waited outside his door for a few moments before pressing your fingers to it gently, your sonic vision giving you a view of his red silhouette, pacing about his office for a moment before throwing something and yelling out in frustration. His hands tossle his hair as his chest heaves and he sits down at the edge of his platform, sighing and slapping his hands on his legs.

You pulled your fingers away slowly, face twisting in confusion and worry before you knocked gently.

"Miguel, can I come in?"

A long pause.

"Yeah."

You opened the door slowly, your petite figure seeming like a mouse in a fridge as your frame peaked from behind the door and entered the room slowly, closing the door behind yourself gently. He had managed to get himself together from the time you knocked on the door to the time you entered the room, standing on top of his platform and tapping on his holographic monitors with a blank expression on his face.

"I just wanted to know if you needed anything from me before I clock out for the day?" You asked softly, your big (Y/E/C) eyes staring up at with him a vulnerability that he couldn't help but soften under, looking down at you with a small smile as he spoke gently.

"Not that I can think of, Míja."

You smiled up at him, the room going silent for a few moments as you just stared at each other before you finally decided to speak, inhaling sharply before doing so.

"So! I guess I'll just get going-"

"Do you have any idea how pretty you are?"

You were caught off guard by his words, a shocked expression on your face as the heat rushed to your cheeks, blinking a few times in disbelief before speaking.

"You think so~?" You say cutely, clasping your hands behind your back and watching him as he steps down from his platform and hovers over you, his height towering over your own as if you were a speck of dust in a punch bowl, but his gaze soft and gentle as if you were a frozen feather flying in the wind.

"I don't think so. I know so."

His fingers grazing underneath your chin softly and earning a giggle from you before your doe like eyes switched to a siren out for blood in an instant, looking up at with a half-lidded lust filled expression as you spoke.

"I can show you pretty."

And with that, something in him snapped, the smile on his face immediately dropping and his eyes clouding over with a predatory lust as his hand abruptly wraps around your throat, walking you back with that same predatory gaze in his eyes and pushing you into the wall.

He leaned in closely, breath fanning over your ear.

"I am so sick, of watching everyone come after you. I need to fill you. I need to cover you in my scent, so they'll leave. You. Alone.."

You were gasping softly, his hand gripping tight enough just to show you who's boss, but not enough to cut off your air supply. You were aroused to say the least, the warmth spreading through your clothed heat and causing you to whine in need.

"Then why haven't you?" You gasped out softly, causing him to grip your throat tighter and chuckle darkly, eyes scanning over you and your state, so vulnerable beneath him.

"Because I wanted to stay focused on work. But you see, the problem is, I can't. I can't focus on work with you walking around, looking like such a fucking whore, plastering her legs open for everyone else-"

He was panting.

He was angry.

And he was horny.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you.." he growled out, almost gasping with his sentence as he let go of your throat and placed one hand on your hip, the other firmly on your ass in order to press your heat into the bulge in his suit, earning a grunt from him as he practically dry humps you, holding you there with a firm grip.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, and you're going to like it, and everyone's going to hear you scream for more.."

You were a moaning whining mess in his arms, panting, sweating. He was everything he wanted to make you.

Flustered and willing for him.

Needy for his cock.

"Take your damn suit off you dumb bitch." He grabbed the back of your neck, shoving you away from the wall as he watched you closely, his hand reaching back behind his neck to deactive his suit, his cock springing to life as he stands in front of you, fully naked. You were slightly surprised to find out he walks around bare underneath his suit, but didn't question it considering you usually do the same, bra and underwear usually being too tight and constricting underneath the skin tight fabric.

"Now."

You flinched slightly at the tone in his voice, eyes glancing down as he strokes his length slowly, spitting in his hand and coating his cock generously, his eyes never leaving your body as you deactivate your suit, breasts practically bouncing as the fabric let's them free, your sweat glistened body revealing itself to Miguel, earning a groan of approval as he pumps himself faster.

"Come here." He gestured you towards him with his free hand and you immediately followed orders, shuffling over to him shyly and looking up at him with those same doe eyes you had at the beginning of your conversation, and he chuckled.

"Cute. Now, sit. Down." He placed his hand on your shoulder, gripping it gently and forcing you to your knees, a sly grin spread across his face as he shoves his erect member in your mouth and grips your hair tightly.

"Good girl.."

You were gagging, tears streaming down your face with drool dripping from your chin and down between your breasts as your body trembled against the thrusts into your throat, eyes half lidded as you look up at him. He had his head thrown back, moaning loudly with each thrust, eyes closed in ecstacy as he enjoyed the feeling of your throat convulsing around him.

"Hhnnng-!" He pulled away with a loud groan, panting heavily as he watched you fall back on your hands, gasping and coughing for air as your sore throat begs for a chance to breathe. You didn't even have time to, he grabbed you by the shoulders again, pushing you down to the floor as he cradled you between his legs, giving you zero room to inch your way further from him.

You were on your stomach, his dick stuffed in between your ass cheeks as he fucks them gently, panting softly in your ear as he spoke, pinning your hands to your sides.

"Look at you. So willing. So needy and desperate." The only response you coild muster out was a cry of pleasure as he slammed himself into you, hips flush against your ass as his cock twitches inside of you slightly.

"Aahhh~"

You didn't have to see the look on his face to know he was smiling, your cheek pressed against the cold metal floor as he pounds into you with a relentless force, seemingly unwavering in his actions of violation against your body.

And you weren't stopping him any time soon.

You were nothing but a sweaty, mewling mess beneath his force, ass pressing against his every thrust, tongue practically sticking out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

This seemed to drive him further, sitting up straight as he grips each of your ass cheeks roughly, moving in slow small circles until you became particularly squirmy in a certain area. He chuckled that same dark chuckle before growling out loud again, seemingly animalistic as he burries himself inside of you. Again. And again. And again.

"More.." you cried out "More~!"

"Gah! You dirty little slut.."

And at those words, you lost yourself beneath him, crying out as your walls clench and tighten around his cock, seemingly unwilling to let him go as he let's out a long drawn out moan and empties himself inside of you.

You were both silent for a moment, panting as he remains inside of you, giving a small grunt every spurt and clench of his balls until he finally pulls out, sighing with approval.

"I think I could make this a regular with you. You were such a good girl for me..."

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