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Double Trouble

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader x 2099!Miguel O'Hara Summary: For two weeks, your husband seemed different, but he looked the same. He was a kind, caring father and a attentive partner. One night, things were getting heated, and your real husband walks through the door CW: NSFW 18+, double penetration, oral sex, vaginal sex, bondage, degrading, safe word is mentioned but never used Word Count: 5k + A/N: I've had this saved for like two months lmao and I decided fuck it why not post it

You thought something was off about Miguel these past couple of weeks, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Your husband came home late one night, and at first you accused him of cheating. He hadn’t responded to your texts or calls, and your worry became anger once you began to think of him fucking another bitch. But, as you yelled at him, you noticed the tired look in his eyes and you saw the bruises on his face. Almost immediately, your anger died down and you took care of him, freaking out once he told you he’d been mugged. But, the mugger got arrested and he was stuck at the police station filling out an incident report and giving a statement, which is why he was gone half the night.

After that night, everything about him has been slightly off. He’s more muscular, has a bit more grey streaks in his hair than you’ve noticed, and sometimes in the light, his eyes gleam red. But Miguel is still the loving and caring husband you know. He showers you in kisses, brings home flowers and chocolates, and runs you hot baths with bath salts and bubbles.

Miguel is attentive to your daughter, Gabriella. He’ll take her out for ice cream after school or straight to the park. He attends every soccer practice and is the loudest at her games. She’ll be dying of embarrassment, but Miguel never hesitated to show his pride for his baby girl.

And the sex?

Holy FUCK the sex.

Miguel makes sure your needs are top priority before his. He licks into your cunt, plays with your breasts, and has you bounce on three of his fingers before he pounds into you. Usually, the sex you and your husband have is vanilla and quiet, and he liked telling you how beautiful you looked. But, as of lately, things took a different turn—not that you mind, of course. Before, Miguel liked having you lay on your back as he slowly grinded into you, arms on either side of your head as he groaned into your ear.

Now, he has you face down ass up, pounding into your cunt with much vigor. You’ll bury your face into a pillow to muffle your moans. His hand will be gripped into your hair, shoving your face down further. His other hand is on your hip or rubbing your clit, groaning throatily with each thrust. And he can go for more rounds. After fucking you stupid into the bed, he’ll turn you around, lift you up into his strong arms, and sink you down on his cock. You’ll wrap your legs around his waist, hands digging into his shoulders as he fucked up into you. He’ll greedily suck up your moans as his cock destroys your pussy.

Miguel fucks you as if he never fucked you before. His gaze is intense, taking in your trembling form, as if this is the first time he’s seen you like this. He’s almost desperate for you, always drowning you in heavy make out sessions or pulling you into the nearest closet and eating you out.

After the rough sex, he’ll massage your body, clean you up and hug you close, whispering into your hair how amazing you are. How he’ll never take you for granted.

Currently, you’re sitting on the couch late at night, scrolling through the movie channel. It’s the weekend and Gabriella is spending the night at your parents house. Miguel has his head in your lap and you’re playing with his hair. You’re wearing a short silk nightgown, hair let loose on your shoulders, and you sigh.

“Miggy, we still have to order a new uniform for Gabi,” you say, patting his cheek.

“Already did,” he mumbled.

“You did?” you ask, a bit surprised. “When?”

“When she gave me the forms. It’s all signed with a check stabled to it in her backpack,” he informed you. His hand rubs your knee. “Don’t worry, mi amor, it’s all taken care of.”

You kiss the top of his head. Usually, you and Miguel will forget to do so until the very last minute. Again, he’s been so attentive, and it makes your heart swell. “You’re the best.”

Miguel chuckles against the soft flesh of your thigh, his breath sending heat to your stomach. He kisses your thigh, humming. “No, you are. My beautiful wife and the mother to my child.” Miguel turns to nuzzle his face against your soft stomach. “You’re a wonderful mother, you know that, right?” Miguel lifts your gown up and kisses your stomach. “Maybe we should make another kid. Would love to see you pregnant again…”

“I thought you were fine with just Gabi,” you chuckle, scratching his scalp lightly. After Gabriella was born, you and Miguel agreed to sticking with one kid. But, lately, you think another baby would be nice.

Miguel huffs, tilting his head up at you. “I want another baby, hun.” His large hand cups your cheek. “What do you say? Want to give Gabi a little baby brother or sister?”

You smile, cheeks warm. “You know, I think she would be a wonderful older sister. And I want a little boy!”

Miguel smirks against your stomach. Almost instantly, you’re sitting in his lap, straddling his hips. Miguel squeezes your ass, licking your neck. “Let’s get to work then, mi amor.”

Miguel crashes his lips against yours and you sigh happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He groans, licking into your mouth. You grind your crotch against his already raging boner, and squeal when he rips your nightgown off.

“Hey! That was my favorite—”

“I’ll buy you another one.”

Miguel lays you on the couch, pressing his body against yours as he continues to french kiss you. You rub his waist with your bare legs, fingers running through his dark hair. He has one arm propping himself up on the side of your face, his free arm slithering between your bodies. His hand squeezes your wet cunt and you whimper into his lips, licking back into him. He grabs your panties and pulls them up between your folds, the fabric rubbing against your clit. He tugs at them, letting the lace create a delicious friction on your pussy.

You moan slightly, bucking your hips up. Miguel loves teasing you. He loves doing things that make you go crazy. He moves away from your lips and attacks your neck. His fingers slip into your panties and hover over your slit.

“Want me to finger you? Hm?” Miguel purrs into your ear, his suddenly sharp teeth grazing over the lobe.

“Mm, yes,” you breathe, head pressed against the couch. He chuckles, the pads of his fingers massaging your folds.

“Say please.”

“Please, you asshole,” you mutter out, jumping when he bites down on your shoulder. As of lately, he’s been addicted to biting you. His teeth sinks into your soft skin, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave purple marks. Miguel loves marking you and showing you off as his. He got all pouty when you tried covering yourself up, but it’s only in front of Gabriella that you hide the hickies. Other than that, when you’re out in public, you proudly display Miguel’s marks of affection.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Miguel mumbles, pulling his hand away from your cunt and lifting himself up, staring down at you. He places your chin between his thum and index finger, making you look at him. The light of the television makes his dark eyes shine red and your legs tremble, hole aching for his cock. “You know better, slut. Now you have to beg.”

Miguel loves hearing you beg for him. Loves watching you shake and tremble, reaching up to him to cry against his neck for him. You whimper, licking your lips. “Please, Miggy. I-I want you to make me feel good.” Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb. “I want to make you feel good.”

Miguel smirks, thumb tapping against your chin. “That’s not enough, cariño.”

“Please! Miggy, please,” you beg. You reach down into his sweatpants and begin to pump him up and down slowly. “I need you. I need you so bad! I-I need you to treat me so good in all the wrong ways.”

Miguel kisses the tip of your nose. “Good girl.”

He then shoves three fingers into your wet hole and you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head. His fingers pump in and out of you, reaching further until he’s knuckle deep. He takes note of your expression, biting down on his lip as his thumb begins to rub slow circles on your clit. Your walls clench around his fingers, squeezing him in place, soaking him in your arousal.

“Mm, fuck!” you whimper out, hand covering your mouth. Miguel smiles proudly and begins to finger you faster, thumb mercilessly on your clit.

“Filthy whore,” he chuckles before moving your hand to kiss you. You buck your hips up to create more stimulation, moaning against his lips. With you two too captured by yourselves, you didn’t hear the door unlocking and opening.

“What the fuck?” a deep voice said.

This jolts you and Miguel out of the trance. You crawl up under him, hands covering your bare breasts, and your heart drops into the pit of your stomach.

Standing in front of the door is Miguel. He’s wearing tattered clothes, his face is slightly bruised and scarred, and he has less muscle mass than the Miguel sitting in front of you. The Miguel standing in front of the closed door is your Miguel. Your Miggy. The one you married ten years ago. And he’s pissed.

Your husband stands there with rage burning in his topaz eyes. A vein pops out of his forehead. The sight of his naked wife lying beneath a…an imposter who’s lips are swollen from leaving marks on your delicate skin. From his point of view, he can see how wet you are, how excited you’d been for this man who isn’t him. He doesn’t blame you one bit, as you’ve been tricked. But he’s going to kill this motherfucker who tried taking over his life.

“This is why you attacked me? So you can take my fucking place!” Miggy screamed, his hands clenched into fists at his side. The Miguel in front of you is shaking in anger. His eyes turn red and he bares his fangs—he has fucking fangs!? Almost immediately, he pounces on your husband and shoves him against the wall.

“You fucking idiot! You’re ruining this for me!” Miguel snarled. You watch in horror as talons slip out of the pads of his fingers. Oh my god. Who is this man? Or better yet, what is this man?

“I’m ruining this for you?” Miggy laughed heartlessly, shoving his hand against the other one’s face. “You fuck my wife! Try to raise my daughter, MY DAUGHTER, as your own! You nearly killed me! And you want to say I’m ruining this for you?” Your Miguel lands a clean punch. “You fucking monster!”

The other Miguel hardly flinched from the punch. He headbutts your husband. “Are you kidding me? I’m treating your family way better than you ever had! And I’m able to make my wife cum multiple times in a row. Can you do the same? No you fucking can’t!”

“She’s not your wife, you creep! She’s my wife!”

“Not for long!”

You scramble off the couch and run to them. You have no idea what the fuck is happening. You’re so confused right now, but you can’t let this happen. You shove yourself between the two Miguels, trying to push them off each other. Their hard bodies rub against you, squishing you between them as they try to fight each other. You place a hand on their chests and try to shove them apart. But it’s like they don’t notice you’re there.

The Miguels try to fight, bodies squeezing the breath out of your, and you yell, “Fucking stop! What the hell is going on?” Their hands are at each other’s throats, screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. “Guys! Stop! Come on!” You make a little ‘oof!’ when your husband goes forward, and you’re pressed against the other Miguel. Your face is buried in his chest and you move your head away, frowning. “Please! Listen to me!”

Your husband finally heard you and looked down. The other Miguel looks down too. They slowly start to calm down once they see you squished between their bodies, but they don’t pull apart. You’re right between them, bare breasts smushed against the other, and you’re squirming.

“Mírala,” one pants, licking his lips. “Mírala justo entre nosotros.”

“Ella se ve bien así,” the other one breathes.

The two Miguel’s look at each other, their eyes gleaming in anger and lust. You try to push them away as they have a silent conversation with only their eyes, coming into an agreement.

“I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but…” your voice trails off as you feel two raging boners pressed against your body. Your eyes widen, cheeks red, and they press their hips against your body. “Uh, guys?”

Suddenly, one of them lifts you up and places you over their shoulder. The other one smacks your ass, watching as the soft flesh jiggle. You’re taken to the bedroom and tossed onto the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at the two Miguels standing by the edge of the bed.

One is staring down at you with red eyes, a smirk on his face, his lips pulled high enough to reveal his fangs. He slowly licks his lips, taking off his sweat pants to reveal his fat cock. The other one is looking at you with adoration and hunger. His dark eyes twinkle in the dark. He removes his clothing as well, and they both sit on either side of you. Large hands rub your body and you’re pressed back down against the mattress.

“So beautiful,” your husband coos.

“Think her belly will bulge from our cocks?” the other Miguel chuckles.

You blink, body sweltering hot. “W-Wait!” You try to sit back up but you’re pressed back down. “What the hell is going on here? Who are you?” You asked the Miguel with fangs. He hums, running his fingers through your hair. Your husband looks at him, also waiting for an answer.

“I’m from another universe,” he mumbles, reaching down to lick your breasts. “In my universe, I’m a hero.”

Your husband snorts. “Yeah, right.”

Miguel glares at him. “I am.” His gaze drops to you and he softens. “I just wanted to have a life with you.” He caresses your cheek with his knuckles. “Wanted to show you that I also love you.”

“Um, she’s my wife.” Miggy pulls you close to him protectively. Your upper body is laying in his lap, your lower body facing the other one. “And you tried to fucking kill me!”

Miguel waves his hand dismissively. He spreads your legs, smirking at your glistening cunt hidden by your underwear. “Let’s not focus on that. I think we should be focusing on this vixen.” His talons come out of the pads of his fingers and he cuts your panties off. “Take a look.”

Your husband peers down, eyes a bit wide. He smirks as well. “Someone’s excited, hm?” His hands travel down your body to spread your folds open, exposing your erected clit and pulsating hole. “Is this what you want, mi amor? Want us to make you feel good?”

Your body is hot. The nerves in your stomach dissolve to pure heat of desire. You look at the Miguels. They both stare down at you with love and hunger in their eyes. They don’t move a single inch, waiting for your response. You cup your husband’s cheek, nodding.

“Yes, please,” you whisper, kissing him beneath his chin. You shift your focus to the Miguel in front of you. You sit up to kiss him gently on the lips, feeling his fangs gaze along your bottom lip. “I would love for you guys to fuck me stupid.”

Lips travel all over your body. Large hands grope you. Your breasts, your ass, your thighs. You’re propped up on your knees, panting heavily. Their warm bodies engulf you as they trap you between them. The Miguel who isn’t yours is sucking on your lips as your husband attacks your neck. You moan, arousal dripping out of your slit. Your body is tingling with desire, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Their attention is soley on you and you love it. Love how they’re drowning you in kisses. Touching you. Making you feel desired.

You grip Miguel’s wrist, whimpering as he now attacks your neck. Both of them bite and suck at the flesh of your neck, happily indulging themselves in you. You feel fangs bite down on your neck. Not hard enough to break through, but enough to bruise. You yelp, squeezing his wrist tight, and feel something sticky fill your hand.

“What the fuck?” you breath, lifting your hand up. Your hand is covered in bright red webbing, and you look up at the man in front of you. “Uh, what?”

He chuckles, cleaning the webbing off your palm. “I’m known as Spiderman back in my dimension. I can make my own webs.”

Miggy lays his chin on your shoulder, making a face. “You’re fucking weird.”

Miguel frowns. “Shut the fuck up.”

You hardly listen to them bicker. Your mind is on the webs. You let out a breath, shuddering at the thought of being tied up to the wall, the ceiling, or down on the floor. It excites you.

“Miguel?” you whisper, your lips brushing against his cheeks. “Think you can…restrain me?”

Miguel’s eyes widened. He’s surprised, but there’s a mischievous twinkle in his red eyes. He cups your cheeks, a soft smile on his face. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Don’t call my wife baby,” Miggy snarled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against him. Miguel wraps his arms around your back and pulls you into his chest. The two men glare at each other, looking as if they’re going to rip each other’s throats out at any minute. Honestly? You love how they’re fighting over you. Loving the jealousy of the two Miguels. But, you’re trying to get dicked down right now.

“I want to be webbed up,” you voice. Both of them shift their attention to you. Miguel smirks, kissing the side of your head. He gathers your wrists into his hands and lifts them up. Warm fluid embraces your wrists, tying them together, and he attaches the web to the ceiling. Your upper body is suspended up in the air, your knees resting on the mattress.

Miggy’s warm hands trace the curves of your body, lips kissing your back. Miguel squeezes your breasts together and sucks on your nipples. You breathe softly from their touches, eyes fluttering shut. Miguel rolls the buds between his teeth. He tugs at them, allowing them to fall back into your mounds. Miggy’s hands rub your belly and trails down to squeeze your plush thighs.

Arousal drips out of your slit. Everything about this situation is delicious. Two men who are the same but different, who share the same attraction for you, are touching you. Their hands graze your trembling body. Lips and tongue leaving creating marks in your soft flesh. Hot breath sending goosebumps up and down your heated body. Your hands tug at the web restraints, squirming between their bodies. Both of their hands go straight for your clit, and they immediately glare at each other.

“I married her, so I should be the one to rub her clit,” Miggy mumbled from your shoulder.

“I’ve been fucking her like clockwork. I believe I earn the privilege,” Miguel snarled, baring his fangs.

“Oh my god, can’t you both just touch me?” you whine, tired of their arguments now. “Please? You have no idea how desperate I am right now.”

They blink down at you and immediately kiss you in apologies. Miggy pulls your lips back, exposing your erected clit and pulsating hole. Miguel runs a finger over your clit, chuckling deeply from the slick already coating his finger. He shoves it into your mouth, watching in glee as you suck his finger clean. Your juices taste sweet and you hum, coming off his finger with a pop. Miguel stands up, tapping his cock against your bottom lip.

Miggy lays on his back right between your thighs, spreading your lips open once again. He groans, licking a fat stripe from your slit to your clit. You open your mouth to gasp and Miguel instantly shoves his girthy cock into your mouth. You gag a bit around his fat cock, but take it like a champ. You close your eyes, suctioning around his length. Miggy’s thumb rubs slow circles onto your clit, his tongue slithering into your hole. He moans into your cunt, burying his face between your folds. Your arousal drips onto his face, soaking his lips and chin.

You moan around Miguel’s cock, bobbing your head back and forth. The veins in his impossible fat cock pulse, tickling the roof of your mouth and your cheeks. You rotate your mouth in a circle, pulling your head back to suck harshly on the tip. Miguel goans, hands on his hips as he allows you to do whatever you want to his cock.

You slobber on his cock, sucking in his precum. You whimper and moan, grinding your hips down on your husband’s face. His hands grip your asscheeks, squeezing the flesh and spreading them apart, his fingers slithering in to poke at your asshole. You jump in surpise, pulling off Miguel’s cock and placing open mouth kisses along his shaft.

“Such a filthy cock slut,” Miguel purred. He rubs your chin affectionately, grabbing his cock and slapping it across your face. “Tell me how much you love cock you dumb bitch.” The degradation sends pools of heat into your stomach, your hole opening and accidentally sucking in Miggy’s lips in.

“I-I can’t live without cock,” you breathe, licking his dick lazily. “Mmm, my favorite thing to do is suck.”

“Yeah? Whose cock do you love to suck on? Mine or your husband’s?” Miguel teases.

“Both,” you reply, nibbling on his tip. “So big. So fat. Fills me up so good.”

Miggy slaps both of your asscheeks. His fingers dig into your soft flesh and he pulls them apart once more. His tongue rubs against your gummy walls and he leans up a bit to deepen his tongue. You cry out in pleasure, bouncing on his face slightly. You try to take Miguel’s cock back into your mouth and he presses it against his stomach and you whine, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“If you want my cock so much, slut, you’re going to have to beg for it,” he demands.

“Please, Miguel,” you whine, licking your wet lips. “Lemme suck. Lemme make you feel good. I want you to cum down my throat, please.”

Miguel smirks. He positions the tip of his cock at the entrance of your mouth and enters. You happily suck him in, sinking down on his cock quickly. Miguel moans, his hips thrusting into you.

“Dirty fucking slut,” he growls.

Your husband beneath you is ruthlessly eating you out. He sucks and sucks at your hole, tongue wiggling back and forth against your clenching walls. Two fingers mercilessly rub your clit and you moan around Miguel’s cock, sucking his cock tightly. Wet noises emit from your mouth and cunt, moans and groans filling the room. A couple more sucks and rubs, you and Miguel cum at the same time.

You cum all over Miggy’s face, drenching him in your fluids. Miguel unloads hot, sticky cum down your throat, filling you up. You eagerly suck it all up, licking his cock clean and pulling off of him. Miggy climbs out from under you and off the bed, reaching into a bedside drawer.

“What are you getting?” Miguel asks before leaning down to kiss your lips, licking into your mouth.

“Lube,” Miggy states simply. He settles behind you on his knees. He kisses your neck a couple of times. “Baby, think you can take both of us? Hm?”

You let out a breath, chasing after Miguel’s lips when he pulls away. He gets back down on his knees, stroking his painfully hard cock. “Hmm, I can. I definitely can.”

Miguel puts a curled finger beneath your chip and forces you to look into his red eyes. “If you feel any pain or discomfort at all, you tell us and we’ll stop. We want this to feel good, love.”

“Stop calling my wife—”

“Okay?” Miguel said, ignoring Miggy. You nod, metling into his gentle kisses. “Spider is the safe word. Say it at any time and we will stop. I promise, love.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Miggy growled, the tip of his cock poking at your entrance. He slicks his large cock with your slick and lube, pumping himself up. “I’m going in first, my love, okay?” You nod, leaning against his shoulder to meet his lips. He kisses you lovingly, his hand wrapping around your throat. His fat cock enters you with ease, as it’s done many times before. You moan against his lips, tendrils of pleasure crawling up your sweaty, heated body. He doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out, the tip of his cock poking your cervix. You moan softly, pressing your ass into him.

Miggy hands the lube over to Miguel and he squirts a fat plop into his hand, rubbing it all over his cock. “What’s the safe word again? I forgot.”

“S-Spider,” you mumble, looking up at him through half-hooded eyes. Lust and desire burn in your eyes and he grips, kissing your cheek.

“Good girl. Remember to use it at anytime, mi amor.”

Miggy’s cock twitches inside of you angrily. “I fucking hate you.”

Miguel rolls his eyes and postions his tip at your entrance. You peer down, licking your lips, shifting on your sore knees nervously. Miggy helps spread you open so Miguel can enter. You gasp, head snapping up to stare at the ceiling. The stretch burns, but it borders on pleasure. You moan and whimper, squirming on your knees. Miguel takes his time entering you, his cocking sliding against Miggy’s. They’re exactly identical in girth and length.

The veins on their warm cocks pulse heavily against your walls. Miggy’s cock is right up against your g-spot, but with Miguel entering, his cock pushes his right into your g-spot and you practically scream, juices pouring out of you.

You press down on both of their cocks, eyes rolling to the back of your head, loud moans spilling from your lips.

“Feels good?” Miggy whispers into your ear. His hands reach around your waist and up to your chest, taking your breasts into his hands and squeezing them tightly.

“Mm! So full!” you whine.

Miguel finally bottoms out, resting his head on your shoulder. He breathes heavily, groaning. “F-Fuck, I almost came.”

There’s a huge bulge in your lower belly. All three of you look down. Both Miguel’s smirk and squeeze the bulge, pressing the cocks into you. You whine, wiggling your hips.

“P-Please, fuck me,” you plead. Miguel smacks your ass and Miggy pinches your nipples.

“Whatever the pretty lady wants,” one purrs.

“Going to make you cock dumb,” the other groaned.

Both Miguels begin to pump in and out of you at different paces. Miggy is slow and takes his time to feel you while Miguel is pounding into you, not hesitating to slip his tip into your cervix. Both cocks feel wonderful and sends heat throughout your trembling body. You bounce between them. Breasts rubbing against Miguel’s body, ass slapping against Miggy’s.

Your cunt greedily sucks their cocks up, wanting to keep them in forever. Pornographic noises spill from your cunt, pre-cum and arousal gushing from your stretched hole. You scream their names, head going back and forth as their hips fuck into you.

Soon, they’re both fucking into you quick and fast, growling into your ears.

“Love being stuffed with cock, huh?”

“What a perfect slut. Going to have you trained on our cocks and our cocks only.”

“Belly will be so bloated with cum. Bet you’re going to get pregnant once we’re done with you.”

“My wife. So beautiful.”

“My love. So wonderful.”

“Don’t fucking call her your love, asshole.”

“Whatever, waffletwat.”

Their large cocks pound into you ruthlessly, stretching your hole apart and completely destroying you. You managed to cum two times on their cocks, squeezing them tight. You scream and moan, loving their cocks inside you. You don’t want this to end, no. You want to stay tied up on display and used as a toy for the Miguels. They can drop their loads into you whenever they want. Fuck you. Eat you out. Shove their cocks down your throat.

A personal fuck toy.

Miggy is the first to cum. He cums deep into your womb, moaning into your shoulder. Miguel pumps himself into you a couple more times before he cums as well, filling you up. Both Miguels let out fat loads, causing your belly to bloat. Their hips stutter into you, chasing their high of their orgasasms. Miguel cuts you out of the webs and catches you in his strong arms, laying you on the bed. Miggy leaves and returns with a glass of water.

He lifts your head and has you drink the cold water, which you happily oblige. Their cum gushes out of your stretched hole and you love the feeling. Both Miguel’s lay on either side of you, placing kisses on you.

“You did wonderful for us. Such a good girl,” Miguel mumbles against your lips.

Miggy nuzzles his face into your hair. “I’m so proud of you, my love. Thank you for allowing us to fuck you.”

You happily cuddle into their warm embraces, sighing in content.

“So, are we going to switch out every week, or?” Miguel asks Miggy, a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

“Literally, shut the fuck up.”

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