Dick or Treat
Just a little Miguel Halloween smuttish/fluff to brighten your April 1st! Shoutout to @mrsoharaa for the idea! (18+)
You couldn't be sure how you'd managed it, but you'd convinced Miguel to attend the spider societies annual Halloween party.
The hard part was trying to convince him to wear a costume.
"Come on, Migs, humor me." You'd whined, tugging on his arm, pouting. Unphased, he looked up at you from his gizmo with a raised brow. "Ugh!" You flopped back on the couch dramatically and flung a hand over your eyes. Miguel smirked and shook his head, returning back to his screen.
Not to be put off, you peeled your hand off your eyes and looked at him. Never let it be said that you don't have balls though, as you knew your next words might end in your untimely end.
"You know, Miguel, with that stick shoved so far up your ass, I'm surprised you can still shit."
Miguel hadn't appreciated that little quip.
You knew he was really angry when he ignored your calls for the next week. Of course you felt terrible for hurting his feelings, but you hated to see him so uptight all the time. It would be good for him to loosen up a little. Or so you'd tried to get through his thick skull.
Regardless, you weren't going to let Mr. Grumpy pants spoil your fun. You'd already ordered your costume, and the chance to party in a haunted house?! You'd kiss and make up with Miguel later.
(humor me, this is our Halloween costume)
The party was a bust. Oh, you loved everybody there, but without Miguel at your side, there was a heaviness to the evening.
The evening just went from subpar to down right shitty when a spider you didn't recognize decided he didn't want to take no for an answer. You really tried to be nice, but that was until he touched you. Just as you opened your mouth to threaten to break his hand,
"She said, no." You started at Miguel's sudden presence at your back. You didn't have to turn around to see the death glare he was leveling at the perv in front of you. In a flash, his hand was gone and he scurried away, not wanting a confrontation with your massive boyfriend.
Sighing, you slumped into Miguel's solid form. His hands came to rest on your shoulders, and he rubbed them gently.
"You okay?" He leaned down to whisper in your ear. Nodding, you turned your face to meet his.
"You came." You murmured, easily falling back into his warm eyes after a week apart. The corners of his eyes creased and he hummed.
"It's a good thing I did." His voice rumbled low, sending a thrill down your spine. His pupils dilated as he took in your flimsy costume. "Mmm, I like this." He purred, running a finger under the strap, teasing thr skin of your shoulder.
Your eyes fluttered shut, and you bit back a groan. He knew what that tone did to you, the arrogant shit.
"Miggy..." The whimper that left your lips, sent Miguel into a frenzy. Before he entirely lost his senses, he had the forethought to shepard you into one of the darkened corridors of the drafty old haunted house.
Emphasis on drafty. And your costume did little to offer warmth.
"Pobre cosita." Miguel purred, pulling you back into his arms until your back met the furnace that was his warm chest. "You're shivering." He murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle at your ear. "Let me warm you up." You shivered at his honeyed tone, as he wrapped an arm around your middle, firmly anchoring you against him.
"Miguel, please." Your voice came out in a breathy whisper as his free hand slither down to toy with your waist band.
"What do you need, amor?" His nose brushed your ear before he pressed a soft kiss to the tender spot under your ear. You rested your head against his chest and whined.
"You, Migs, please..."
"Shh, you don't need to beg baby, I got you." His fingers delved past the fabric of your gauzy pants and he cursed under his breath at the damp spot on your panties.
"Ever been fucked in a haunted house?" He whispered mischievously, sliding his fingers inside your underwear to tease your clit with feather like strokes. A sarcastic remark died on your tongue at the sensation of his forefinger teasing your wet entrance, and you shook your head dumbly.
"Hmm... well there's a first time for everything."
Two orgasms on his fingers later, as he was notching the tip of his cock at your sensitive entrance, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nipped at his ear, chuckling.
"Hey, Migs?"
"Ngh, hm?" He grunted, hoisting you higher up.
"Dick or treat."
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art cred: nightmare_fuell
Okay, okay, HEAR ME OUT... because I can't be stopped 😅
Tattoo Artist! Miguel...
And he comes home after a long day, lights up his cigarette outside because you hate the smell, and catching site of you in the window, stamps out the cigarette and comes inside.
Catching your chin between his fingers, Miguel traces his thumb along your bottom lip, before pressing it into the center and pulling your lips apart slightly and looking at you with those smoldering dark eyes before asking in a low voice...
"Have you been a good girl today?"
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