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Stay with Me

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader (fem! intended)

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: He knows he shouldn’t see you, that coming to you puts you in danger. But sometimes, Miguel just needs to let himself have your softness, even if it’s just for a couple hours. (based on the prompt: “stop staring”/“i can’t, you look so pretty like this”)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, tiny bit of nipple play, miguels canines (those deserve their own warning), miguel has some inner turmoil, miguel’s kinda subby in this one oops

A/N: Thank you so so much to @perdidosbucky-yyo for all of the spanish sections and the prompt and @banana-cheese-cake for beta reading! I love both of you very much <3

This is a part of my neon milestone party - if you’d like to request a prompt, please see this post <3

Translations for all phrases/terms used will be at the end <3

You were walking through your apartment, animatedly talking on the phone as you picked up while you paced - a habit he'd seen with his own eyes more times than he should’ve allowed himself.

Miguel wanted to wait for you to finish your conversation, but he needed you. He shouldn’t even be here, putting you at risk like this, but if he made his visit quick, it’d be okay.

He swung over to your window, settled on the fire escape and waited for you to return to the living room. He could slide it open and let himself in, you'd told him so last time, but it felt wrong, especially when you were distracted.

Once he saw you round the corner, he did the series of knocks the two of you had decided on after his second time here and your attention whipped over to see him. You all but ran to the window, sliding it open and allowing him to slip through, the wind from outside blowing your curtains to brush against your arms.

"Hey, can I call you back later? I've got something I need to take care of." He heard your friend agree on the other end, telling you she loves you and to have a good night before you hung up the phone, reaching over to place it on the coffee table.

You kept your eyes on him, his frame towering over you like it did every time the two you partook in this dance of yours. You'd never denied him, never turned him away no matter how many times he left. You didn't care how long he'd be gone for, you always welcomed him back.

You'd hold your arms out, like you were now, waiting for him to be the one to close the gap, and he always did. Sometimes, he'd scoop you up in a rush of passion and haste, and sometimes, like this one, he'd crumple before you. Falling to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs as you cradled his head in your arms, your fingers pulling the mask off his head and threading through his hair.

You never rushed him, allowing him to take as long as he needed, but it was these days that you both knew you'd be in charge for the night. Usually, he was the one who took care of you, brought you orgasm after orgasm, throwing you headfirst into subspace while he worshiped your softness.

But there were some nights where he didn't want to be in charge anymore. He'd had enough of being a leader - leading the spider society, fixing the multiverse and trying to keep it contained - it took a toll. You gladly took over, showing him care and love that he knew he didn't deserve.

You two almost never wasted time getting to what he came for - you didn't have the time to waste in the first place. This wasn't his reality, it was yours, and he couldn't risk being here for too long.

You pulled him up from the floor, pulling him over to the couch. You helped peel his suit away, tossing it to the armchair by the window before making him sit on the couch.

One of the things he loved about you was that you two didn't need words most of the time. You could push or pull him in any direction and it was like he instinctively knew exactly what you wanted from him.

He watched as you pushed your shorts down, letting them and your panties fall to the floor before kicking them off to the side. He held his hand out to stead you as you straddled his hips and cradled his face, your thumbs brushing against the sharp lines of his jaw and his high cheekbones as your lips descended on his. His hands wound around your waist and up your back, pressing your chest into his.

Your hands moved to grip the hair at the base of his neck, tipping his head back so you could easily slide your tongue past his lips and tasting his mouth as he groaned. The heat and slick from your core lit his nerves on fire as you ground your hips into his.

One of your palms left his neck, reaching down between you to wrap around his shaft, making him gasp into your mouth as you tugged on it, squeezing slightly at the tip.

"F-fuck, hermosa," He muttered into your neck, mouthing at the spot just under your ear, his breath coming out in slow pants. "Don't tease."

"Uh uh," You pulled on the hair at the base of his neck to pull his face from your neck, looking down at him through hooded eyes, "You need to earn it."

He nodded, swallowing down the pitiful whine that had crawled up his throat as you helped him shift to lay across the cushions. Your body shifted from side to side as you maneuvered your way up his torso, moving your knees to either side of his head.

Your hand caressed the side of his face as you cooed down at him, "Such a good boy," it fell from your lips like gospel and he let it wash over him, only allowing himself to believe it while under you.

His hands reached up behind you, grabbing the flesh of your hips and pushing you towards him. You smirked down at him before settling your weight down against face, his lips immediately attaching to your clit, his tongue expertly rolling over the bundle of nerves.

The feeling of your hands in his hair with his tongue buried inside your cunt was all Miguel wanted to feel for the rest of his miserable life. He didn't want to go back to his time - to his mistakes. He didn't want the responsibility of the multiverse on his shoulders.

He wanted to stay here, wrapped up in your legs, your words, your touch, your smell, your taste. To not have to be spiderman anymore, to just be yours for you to use in any way you wish, whenever you wished - he could only dream, and he could barely let himself do that.

He didn't want to allow himself to get used to you, the softness of your skin, the way your nails raked through his hair or down his back, the sounds that tumbled from your lips when he flattened his tongue over your folds, groaning into you.

He couldn't get attached to you.

But he could allow himself a couple hours with you before having to go back to his own reality.

"Just like that," you moaned as he gripped your thighs harder, squeezing your legs in his large hands as you reached forward for the arm of the couch, bracing yourself as you started to grind down against his tongue. "Oh, fuck - don't you dare stop."

He shook his head into you as you pressed down - he'd never stop if you let him.

He reached down, to give himself some sort of relief until you were ready to take him, but your hand caught his wrist, pulling it back up and putting it under your shirt to cup your breast, your fingers squeezing around his until he really gripped your chest as he moaned into you.

“Keep your hands on me," You panted, looking down at him with a heavy gaze, "I’ll take care of you, I promise." Your hand came down to brush through his hair, "I'll make you feel good, okay?"

He moaned at your promise, he knew you'd follow through on it, you always did. So he kept his hands on you, never letting go of your skin and focusing all of his attention on you and your dripping cunt.

The way your legs twitched on either side of his head told him you were close, ready to fall over the edge. You tried to pull up before grinding back down, but he followed you, his nose brushing your clit as his tongue pressed as far into your hole as it could go.

Your legs snapped around his head, squeezing as your body tensed above him and your release flooded his mouth. He groaned as your walls clenched around his tongue and he drank everything you had to offer. With your legs clamped around his head, he couldn't hear you, but he watched from under you, the way your back arched and your head fell back, your jaw open in a sinful moan he wished he could hear, but knew he would before he left.

Your body jolted as he continued devouring you, dragging the points of his canines along your folds before following with his tongue.

You pulled his hands off of you so he couldn't hold you to him and shifted your way back down his body, your hips settling over one of his thighs, smearing your mess into his skin. Your eyes moved up his torso until they locked with his own and from the smirk that grew on your lips, he knew he must look fucked out already, but he didn't care.

All he wanted was for you to touch him. But you were just staring, your gaze moving from his eyes to his chest to his cock and back up again.

"Muñeca," he begged, "please." He only ever begged from you, no one else ever got to see him like this, and you knew it too. He wasn't shy about telling you that after he let the pleading tone slip into his words one night. "Stop staring."

You cooed up at him, sitting up and removing your shirt before leaning over him, your breasts brushing against his shaft, sending jolts up his spine. "Let me take a second to look at you, I don't get to see you very often." The longing in your voice buried deep in his chest, digging at his resolve to not stay longer than usual. "Besides, you look so pretty like this."

He knew you wanted him to stay, every time you tried to convince him, but he didn't want to put your world at risk to be destroyed. He didn't want to lose you too. So he never stayed longer than necessary.

You knew the risks of him staying too long, he made sure to tell you so you wouldn't think he was being avoidant.

A gasp tore through his throat as you leaned down, swiping your tongue from base to tip along the underside of his cock before taking the tip into your mouth, licking off the precum.

"Fuck," He gritted out, his hands coming forward to cup your head. Your hands came from around the backs of his legs, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from your head, holding them in your own at his hips as you worked your mouth further down his length until your nose buried in the hair at the base. You pulled up, swirled your tongue around the tip, and back down.

"No mames diosa," he groaned looking down at you to see you staring up at him with your eyes wide, pupils blown. You hummed around his length as you bobbed your head, the sensation shooting up his spine and pulling another moan from his mouth, "please."

He knew by the glint in your eyes that you knew what he was asking for, but you always were a tease. You pulled your lips off of him with a pop, letting it fall down to hit his torso.

"Please what, guapo, " you purred, knowing what Spanish rolling off your tongue did to him.

Usually, he'd huff, putting up a fight asking for what he wanted, but with you it was different. He enjoyed asking you, begging you, releasing control to you.

"Te necesito," he muttered, fighting off the pitiful tone of his voice, "I need you, please."

At the crack in his voice, your eyes softened and you crawled up his torso, releasing his hands so he could touch you, his palms immediately finding their way to your waist.

"I got you, papi," You muttered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his pouted lips. "I got you."

You pulled him up to sit with his back against the back of the couch before your hand snuck between your bodies, reaching down and wrapping around his length before angling him at your entrance. His breath hitched when you started sinking on to him, enveloping him in your tight heat.

"Oh fuck - " he groaned out once you were seated all the way down. His hands wound around your back, holding your chest to his as he buried his nose in your neck.

Your moans rang in his ears as you started to bounce, reaching behind him to rake your nails along his scalp. You pulled his head out of your neck, attaching your lips to his, your tongue sliding through to tangle with his own. You only pulled away when you couldn't breathe anymore, staring down at him, watching as he caught one of your nipples between his teeth.

He dragged the point of his canines along the sensitive bud, applying just enough pressure to drag out that sinful sound from your throat before dragging his tongue across its surface and switching to the other one to give it the same treatment.

Your hands reached behind him, grabbing the back of the couch for balance as you slammed your hips into his, calling out his name. The steady rhythm you'd created started to fall apart the closer you got to your second orgasm, losing yourself in him. He reached down, grabbing the flesh of your ass, helping you bounce and keeping the rhythm you'd started to lose, making you land harder and harder each time.

"Oh - you gonna - fuck - fill me up, guapo? Hm?" You ask, taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth and dragging. "Gonna give me what I want?"

Your words tightened the band in his stomach - he was so close to snapping, but he needed you to fall first. "Give me one more?" He asked, sucking on the delicious spot on your neck. "Just one more. One more."

You nodded into his neck, your moans growing louder as your nails slid down his chest.

"One more, diosa, and I'll give you everything I have," he groaned, "Let go, let me have it."

Your body tensed over his, your pussy squeezing around his cock, making him groan as he planted his feet on the floor. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him as he thrusted up, fucking your through your release while chasing his own.

"That's it," He grunted, "my turn yeah?"

"Pleasepleaseplease," You whispered into his ear, gasping when he buried himself deep and let go, giving you all of his spend.

He clutched you to him, squeezing all the breath out of your lungs as his orgasm racked through his body, burying his mouth into your neck as he shouted.

You two stayed there for a moment, catching your breath as he traced patterns over your back.

"You're not staying are you?" Came the whisper of your voice as you ran your fingertips over the hair on his chest, the words dragging his heart under the floorboards.

He wanted to stay, he really did. He loved being here with you, the only worry in the world being how to make you fall apart again. But he didn't belong here.

He didn't deserve to be here. Didn’t deserve to have you.

Not after what he'd done.

"You know I can't." He muttered back, the sternness coming back into his voice. You were still for a moment, your hands no longer moving back and forth along his skin.

“Well,” you started, lifting your head from its place in his neck, looking at him with the tiniest amount of hope in your eyes, “Do you have time for a shower?”

He sighed, reaching up to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip.

“I have time,” he muttered, leaning forward, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. “As long as I get to fuck you again.”

You smirked into his lips with a giggle, “Let’s go then.”

You stood, grabbing his hand and leading him down the hall to your shower. Jessica and Lyla may question where he was or why he turned his tracker off, but stealing just another moment with you would be worth it.

It always was.