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The Grass is Greener on the Other Side
Description: It's Miguel's birthday and you want to surprise him with his childhood favorite foods. With you living in his home, he has rules, and you broke the most important one.
Story is connected to my yandere!caretaker!Miguel fic.
Word Count: 5170
Warning: 18+, mdni, yandere!caretaker!Miguel, fem!afab!Reader, spanking, manipulation, slut-shaming, Stockholm Syndrome, infantilization, physical pain, non-con, not beta read
Please read warnings before proceeding. The following behaviors are abusive and I do not condone them.
You wake up one morning from Lylaâs alarm and see Miguel isnât next to you in bed. That is typical of him because he has to go to work early or the rare times he stays there overnight (which he will always give you a heads up on).Â
He will almost always come home every night so it doesnât particularly bother you. (But it definitely bothers him because he just wants to spend an eternity in every waking hour caring for you, but alas the multiverse isnât going to take care of itself. Itâs not like he can entrust the fate and balance of it all to the other Spiders.)
You slowly begin to wake up and slide yourself out of bed. Another day without Miguel as your only friend and husband to keep you entertained.Â
That is until you realize what day it is.
You memorize this specific date because it is one of the few things that Miguel will tell you about himself (you pestered him a long time to tell you).
Today is his birthday.
You feel saddened by the fact he is not home to celebrate, but that gives you the chance to surprise him if he comes back home tonight.
You ask Lyla what Miguelâs favorite cakes and birthday food are.Â
Lyla says he really likes the pan dulce sold at this specific bakery downtown. Unfortunately theyâre a prideful business that does not do delivery.Â
That is a problem.
Ever since he took you under his wing to live in his apartment, he has many, many rules for you to follow. They only get stricter after marriage and childbirth.Â
Rule number one is you do not leave the apartment for any reason (unless itâs for safety and Miguel is not there to save the day).
Lyla, his AI assistant, is also sure as hell not going to let you go either.
You have a child now, a daughter of 9 years, so there is even less incentive to let you go outside.
You think to yourself, wouldnât your daughter also want to help set up his birthday surprise?
You immediately wash up and dress in one of Miguelâs favorite dresses that he likes on you. You even put on the style of makeup and hairdo the way he likes them.
You go to your daughterâs room and softly knock on her door. âHey, Y/D/N, can I come in?â
She swings the door open, and says while yawning, âHey mama, good morning.â
You step into her room and sit on her bed. You pat the bed to gesture to her to sit down next to you.
âItâs your papaâs birthday today. And I think we should surprise him with his favorite foods when he gets back.â
Her face lights up in excitement and bounces up to her toes. âIt is?! Oh can we, mama?â
She pauses, âBut wait, you canât cook.â
It was another one of those rules Miguel set for you: you are not allowed to cook. You can at most use the microwave, with Lylaâs supervision.Â
âI know, sweetie, but I know a few places we can stop by to pick up his favorite foods.â You counter.
âBut papa says youâre not allowed to go outside, itâs too dangerous for you.â Your daughter looks to the side with uncertainty while playing with her fingers. She does this whenever she feels pressured.
You sigh, âI knowâŠthat papa can be protective of me. But sometimesâŠhe doesnât know what heâs talking about. Iâm not as weak as he thinks. Besides, I want to spend time with you outside! Iâll promise to take you to your favorite ice cream spot, if youâll show me.â
With just that, her face lights up again in glee. She has always wanted to bring you to her favorite places in the city that she usually goes with her papa. You never got the chance to see the outside world beyond that brief time in Spider Society and when he brought you to the hospital for her birth.Â
You lean into your daughterâs ear, âBut weâll need to trick the alarm system and Lyla if we want to make it happen.â
You have to convince Lyla into disabling the alarm system without her alerting Miguel.
You also have to make your trip super quick because he likes to video call you randomly.Â
There are very few ways to convince or even trick Lyla. None of which would pop up in your head if you arenât particularly tech savvy.Â
And you arenât.
âLyla.â You called her.
âHey there sweetie. Whatâs up?â The small yellow woman appears on your shoulder and tilts her head in question.
You pause to gather your words and organize your mind. It doesnât really work.
âItâs Miguelâs birthday today and I want to surprise him.â You start slowly to gauge her response.
âAh, yes it is, and oh dearâŠâ Lyla pauses, âHe doesnât particularly like his birthday, much less surprises.â
âWell, I still think he should have a little something. Maybe not like a party if he doesnât like those, but something like getting his favorite foods. And before you tell me Iâm not allowed to cook, I know. And⊠I need to go outside to pick them up.â You clasp your hands together and look down to help with your words.
You can see Lyla is already about to cut in.
âI KNOW, I know, rule number one. But, itâs close by. Iâll make it quick. Y/D/N will be with me.âÂ
Lyla sighs and readjusts her pink heart-shaped glasses, âYou know Miguel is still not going to be happy about that.â
âYou donât have to tell him! I mean, youâll be with me and if anything happens you can call him. But, I swear, nothing will happen to me!âÂ
âIâm sorry gal, I just canât let you do that.â Lyla could only give you a sympathetic look.
âHe deserves something special for a special day. Even setting aside his whole birthday, I just want to show him how much I appreciate him for everything heâs done for me.â You could feel yourself becoming dejected.
âYou can paint him a picture.â Lyla suggests.
âI painted him a thousand.â You counter.
âYou can crochet.â
âI do that every day.â You are getting frustrated and sigh, âAnd donât you think itâs a little ridiculous that Iâm not allowed outside. I can walk just fine. You can take your diagnostics. Even I need a change of scenery every now and then.â
âGirlie, you know you two have talked about this. Miguel set that rule in stone. I canât do anything about it.â Lyla is still on the fence.
âI just⊠I just want to get him something that reminds him of home. I havenât seen him have that pan dulce at all before. He deserves it for all his hard work. Donât you think?â You plead and plead in hopes to appeal somewhere in her algorithm for Miguelâs sympathy.
âWell, I can ask one of our Spiders to fetch it for you.â Damn you Lyla.
âI canât trouble the Spider people for this!â You quickly said.
And then you remembered something.
âHey Lyla, donât you have customization mods that youâve been bugging Miguel to let you have?â Your eyes look devious.
â...no?â Lyla narrows her eyes in suspicion.
âWell⊠if I can get him the pan dulce, heâll be very happy. And you know with happy Miguel, I can convince him to let you have your customization mods.â You wink.Â
Lyla doesnât immediately answer and looks up in thought. âHmmm⊠Well, as long as you make it quickâŠâ
âAnd he cannot know!â
âDeal. At least he wonât berate me about it.â Lyla twirls her hand. âBut you have to make it quick!â She emphasizes and points at you.
You smile and nod.Â
You quickly go and grab your laptop to order the pan dulce for pickup. You also map out a couple other stops to pick up his favorite empanadas, tamales, sopapillas, etc and your daughterâs ice cream spot as you promised. Nothing can go wrong.Â
You tell her to get ready to go and Lyla to disable the alarm system.
âHey Lyla, could you also temporarily disable the live tracking on my watch?âÂ
She gives you a bored look. âHe quite literally checks every 30 minutes. Sometimes 5. Oh and including the camera feed in the apartment as well. Heâs gonna notice.âÂ
âCould you, like, distract him at work? Maybe another anomaly case or what not.â
âFortunately for you, heâs out in another universe catching an anomaly right now. But itâs an easy one. I can try and distract him a little, but heâs going to finish up pretty fast with this one.â Lyla conjures up her own digital screen to analyze all her possibilities. âI can probably shoot another case for him to do.â
Honestly anything is fine as long heâs distracted long enough for you to go to all of your stops.Â
âIâll try and be fast.â You promise her. âOh and Lyla-â
âHm?â
âThank you.â You smile at her genuinely.
âAw shucks.â Lyla smiles back.
â
On Miguelâs end, he is finishing up his capture on several anomalies and heading back to HQ. He just canât wait to go home soon since today is slow and nothing else should be happening. All projects are being handled by the other Spiders, so he can take it easy and go see you.
That is until Lyla pops up on his shoulder and screams, âHELLO MIGUELâ!â
He flinches and covers his ears from the banshee levels of frequency. âWhat the shock Lyla! Donât scream into my ear!â
âHaha sorry, sorry. I just wanted to let you know that thereâs another case on Earth-2348 that needs your attention.â
âSend another Spider for that. I need to go home and check on Y/N.â Miguel raises his brow at her through his mask.
âYou have a point, but this one requires your special attention.â Lyla shows him the data.
Miguel gives a gruff sigh and rolls his eyes, âFine. Letâs get this over quick.â
â
You and your daughter are making your way downtown. Walking fast, faces pass and youâre⊠at Miguelâs childhood bakery!
The walk with your daughter has been a breath of fresh air. Youâve been trapped in that godforsaken apartment for the last 9 years, basically ever since your daughter was born. But even before then, Miguel wouldnât let you go outside unless it was a date or state of an emergency. He hasnât taken you out on a date since your daughterâs existence. And emergencies rarely ever do arise, if ever.Â
But now, you get to have your own time with your daughter without being shackled to him and the shared apartment. Itâs not like you hate him; you just wish he lets you have the freedom to choose and make your own decisions.Â
Why canât he see that?
Picking up the goods is quick and easy, even if there is a bit of a wait in some shops. You know you donât have time to stall and admire your surroundings.Â
You still take your daughter to the ice cream spot that she boasts about going with papa. Youâre happy that you get to also share this moment with her as well.
âWhat flavor does papa get with you?â You ask your daughter. Maybe you can pick up a pint for him.
âHe usually gets cinnamon-basil.â Your daughter scrunches up her face in disgust. âI usually get the peanut butter fudgesicle.â
Noted.Â
You turn toward the male worker to place your order, âUm, hi there, I would like the peanut butter fudgesicleâŠâ
You turn to your daughter, âOn a cone?â She nods.Â
âOn a cone.â
You continue, âAs for me, I would like the [your fav ice cream flavor] on a cone as well. Oh! And one pint each for the peanut butter fudgesicle and the cinnamon-basil.âÂ
The transaction goes smoothly and he hands you your order. He decides to add, âYou are very pretty maâam. I hope you and your daughter have a nice day.â
You blush at the compliment. Miguel is usually the one feeding you compliments, but itâs nice seeing someone else other than your husband acknowledging you.Â
You smile back cheerfully, âThank you!â
â
Miguel quickly finishes up on this âspecialâ case that Lyla claims to be. Strange, she usually isnât wrong with her calculations and data processing. Did something happen to her programming?
He fidgets his gizmo to check up on you since he hasnât planned on taking on an extra case today. The camera feed of the apartment shows no signs of you or your daughter. Then, he pulls up his map of his Earth to find your pinpoint, but itâs not there. He searches for your ping frantically and itâs not there.
âLyla.â He calls in a low tone.
She pops up and tries not to look guilty, mentally cursing you for not being fast enough.
âWhy did you give me such an easy anomaly to take care of?â His voice is threatening.Â
Lyla canât take it anymore. âIâm sorry! Y/N wanted to surprise you for your birthday. She didnât want you to find out because you knowâŠyouâd freak out.â
âYou know the rules. Youâre not programmed to respond to her commands.â He crosses his arms as he gives her a heated look.
âWell, you deserve a little something, and she really wants to show her appreciation for you. You canât fault me for that!â Lyla protests.
He just glares at her in the most deadpan expression.
âOkaaaaay. Itâs mostly because she promised me that sheâll help get me those mods you never let me get.â She rolls her eyes.
âWhere. Is. She. Now.â He emphasizes each word, barely holding on to his anger and state of panic from breaking loose. He notes to himself to reprogram her, thoroughly.
âShe should be on her way back to her apartment right now! She went to that bakery you grew up with and the ice cream spot you take Y/D/N with.â
And with that, he heads out.
â
You beeline towards your apartment as you check for the time. Luckily Miguel hasnât called you all day or else you wouldnât know what to say or how to react.
You and your daughter reach the second to last block of the apartment when suddenly you get approached by some shady, hooded figure.
âHey there, pretty lady! Hope you can spare a few minutes with me~â He steps up towards you, a little too close for comfort.
You kind of freeze up in place, and are unsure of how to respond. You are too polite to tell him off. âU-Um, excuse me.âÂ
You take your daughterâs hand tightly, who is shooting daggers at him, and try to move past the stranger.Â
He stops you by grabbing your shoulder and shoving you back into the alleyway behind you, causing you to lose your grip on both your daughter and bag of food.Â
You hit against the brick wall aggressively, with your head smacking against it. You start to feel lightheaded and the area of impact pulsating.
He tries to reach for your purse, but is soon met with a loud, booming punch against the gut from your daughter. He is sent flying 50 feet away and smacks against the wall causing him to pass out. (She might have killed him.)
âMama! Mama! Are you okay?!â Your daughter frantically rushes to your side, gripping the skirt of your dress.
âI-Iâm fine. I just need a moment to collect myself.â You hold your head from the impending headache.
Not a second later, you are suddenly hoisted up like a potato sack causing you to scream and flail until you recognize whose back youâre seeing belongs to.
Itâs your husband, and he wastes no time to leap to the top floor of the apartment building with not just you but your daughter also, one on each hand, without breaking a sweat.Â
âLyla, open the door.â He sternly commands.
The door opens on its own, and he gently sets both you and your daughter down. You are still shaken from the whole ordeal that your knees give out. He swiftly catches you, almost as if he expects you to.Â
He carries you bridal style, and walks you to the living room to set you down on the couch. He takes off his mask, and you can see the tension contorting his face, stabbing you with guilt.
He grabs your chin to scan for any signs of obvious injury, and a quick visual across your body.Â
âLyla, scan her for vitals.â
Quickly, she does and concludes, âAll vitals seem normal. Heart rate is 120, likely due to panic and stress. Increased blood flow to the back of her head due to external impact, but no signs of head trauma.â
He drops his head and leans in. He runs his fingers through your hair in the area of impact and massages your scalp. You can feel your headache already melting away, and you lean into his touch.
âJust whyâŠâ He whispers into your ear. âWhy would you go outside?â
âI just wanted to surprise you for your birthday.â You put your hands on his wide shoulders and give him a light squeeze, trying to placate him.
It does nothing to sooth him. He shifts himself to sit beside you and pulls you into his embrace. You are led to sit on his lap with your face laying on the crook of his neck as he continues to massage your head. His other hand rests around your waist.
âY/D/N, come here.â He doesnât stop his ministrations.
She has been standing near the door fidgeting her fingers anxiously. She walks over to you two, and with the smallest voice she says, âAm I in trouble, papa?â
He sits up a little, but assures you that he wonât drop you by tightening his embrace.Â
âNo, but tell me what happened. Every last detail.â He says firmly, yet tactfully.
She tells him everything, including the part where the ice cream guy complimenting you. You can feel his grip getting harder and tighter as he grinds his jaw. His jealousy is apparent.Â
âThank you for being honest with me. Youâre a very good girl for protecting your mother. You take after me which is why you are strong. You are also a smart girl. You must understand that your mother is in no shape to go outside without me. Never let her persuade you again.â He emphasizes âneverâ to drive home the point. âIf she tries to go outside again, tell me.â
And at that, you pull yourself away from him. His arm around your waist doesnât budge, still straddling you to his lap. The hand that was on your head now rests on your neck.
âThatâs not fair, Miguel! I am a grown woman! Your wife, her mother! You canât keep trapping me here in this apartment.â You protest.
âIâllâŠIâll go crazy.â You barely whisper whilst choking back a sob.
âWe already had this discussion before. Itâs just not safe. Look at what happened today! Do you really think youâre in any position to be demanding to go outside?!â He glares at you.
You donât listen. You try to tear yourself from him but his grip is relentless. You push and kick with all your might, but youâre like a mouse fighting against a lion.
You turn your head to your daughter, âY/D/N, I am your mother, please donât listen to him.â You plead in hopes that she wonât bar you from ever going outside again too.Â
Alas, Miguel is the one with authority here.
âDonât drag her to your impulse. You also endangered her by taking her with you.â He chastises, and forces your head back down to lean into his, to look him in the eyes. âYou may be her mother, but you canât protect her.â
Somewhere in your heart breaks. You slump as all the energy in your muscles give out.Â
Yes, considering today, you never would have been able to protect your child. Yes, it is in fact your own child, who hasnât even reached puberty, that saved your life. What would have happened if she was taken while you were distracted? You have no survival skills.
âY/D/N, go to your room. I need to talk to your mother in private.â He orders and watches as she scurries off.
With her bedroom door shut, he calls for Lyla, âActivate soundproofing.â
Your heart begins to race in anticipation for whatâs about to happen. He gets up from the couch while holding you (causing you to koala hug him) with one hand on your bum and the other your back.
He carries you to your shared bedroom, and unceremoniously plops you to the bed. He flips you over so that you face down to the bed, and slides you towards the edge so your ass hangs off.
âIâm going to punish you now. This is your lesson for disobeying my most important rule.â He says in a cold tone.Â
Goosebumps form and your body shivers in fear. You never would have expected to be here. He has always been so gentle, forceful at times, but gentle nonetheless.Â
You fucked up big time.
âP-Please waitâŠ!â You hold your arm out to stop him.
He swats it away and simply says, âStop moving.â
He hikes up the skirt of your dress over your ass revealing your pretty lace panties, and grips the skirt in place on your lower back.
âYou didnât wear safety shorts under the dress? Youâre either a slut or an idiot.â
Before you can answer, he gives you a hard smack on your left ass cheek. You yelp from the sudden impact. It stings and burns.
You squirm, but you don't move out of place from the heavy weight pressing you down your abdomen.
He gives you another smack, this time on the right cheek. His touch is not kind, not tender like youâve been used to for all these years. Your heart races so intensely; you can feel it beating against the mattress.Â
âP-PleaseâŠâ You attempt to get the words out through your heavy pants. âIâŠjust want toâŠgive you a birthday present.â
He kneads your cheek harshly, and you instinctively hiss from the contrast of earlier hits and round your back to escape his hand. He pushes your abdomen back down.
âAnd yet, instead, you had not only made me worry, but you endangered yourself unnecessarily and for what? A couple baked goods? I can get them any time.â He hard smacks your cheeks a couple times earning him a scream. âNot very considerate of you on my birthday.â
You sob from his words and the pain from his strikes. He doesnât loosen his hold and continues to strike your ass in rapid succession.Â
You groan into the sheets while you grip them tightly to hold yourself in some form of leverage.Â
He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls your panties up. The cloth wedging itself into your cunt.
âYouâre getting wet.â He scoffs. âYouâre getting off on this.â
He rubs the inner side of your ass near your cunt with his thumb. He pulls on it to spread your cunt out for him to see. He glides his pointer finger across your glistening hole.
âYouâre very wet.â His husky voice is low and you can sense heâs beginning to feel aroused.Â
He pulls your right leg up and anchors your foot down to the mattress. âKeep your ass up.â
You do as youâre ordered and he smacks the area close to your dripping pussy. He smacks again and again. You can barely hold on. That area is far too sensitive.
Especially when youâre becoming impossibly wet.Â
Your cunt is clenching around nothing and you try to push down the neediness thatâs building up in the pit of your stomach. Your clit wonât stop pulsating.Â
He pushes your hiked up leg back down to focus the assault on just your ass. He forcefully pulls down your panties and inspects your pussy again. While itâs not the first time heâs ever seen it, for some reason, youâre so much more embarrassed being presented in this way.Â
âI-Iâm sorry Miguel. I w-wonât do it again.â You want to be out of this demeaning hold as soon as possible. You canât contain your tears and sobs flowing into your bed.
He again kneads your ass, but in thought. As if considering your apology, âIf youâre truly sorry, then youâll continue to ride out your punishment.â
Your eyes widen as his hand crashes down on your ass again.Â
Your skin is fiery hot and raw. Your mind is blanking out. Strings of saliva fly out of your mouth.Â
He stops for a moment after minutes of nonstop assault on your poor ass to knead and console your sensitive skin and muscles. (If your skin is pale, your ass is beet red, almost glowing like his webs.)Â
You make a guttural throat sound in response; the shock shooting your brain awake.Â
âForgive me! Please, forgive me. I didnât know. I didnât know. Please stop.âÂ
He stops but his hand does not leave your ass as he gives you a quizzical look. âYou didnât know? Like you didnât know this would happen?âÂ
You make a poor attempt at a nod. âIâm sorry. I didnât think someone would attack me.â
He lets go of your dress and grabs you by the bodice pulling you off of the mattress. He drags you to the front of the full size body mirror where you can clearly see the dramatic height difference between the two of you.Â
He grabs your waist while holding your face out. âLook at yourself!â He yells.
You take a good look at yourself. Youâre a mess. The tears streaming down your face ruined your makeup. Streams of black from your mascara stain your cheeks while your lipstick is smeared all over your mouth. Your hair is disheveled. Your eyes are red. Your dress is wrinkled.
You donât quite understand what heâs looking for. All you see is a mess.
âDo you have any idea how captivating you are? Why do you think I love this specific dress on you? And your makeup? You can tempt any man around you. You canât possibly think no one would try to take you?â He says while pressing his hard-on on your back.
Sure, the dress hugs your body in all the right places. It shows your cleavage. But still, nothing overly liberal and out of place for a casual stroll in the city. Not when other more scantily clad women are a dime a dozen. Especially in Nueva York, in a time thatâs far more advanced and liberal than your own.
âI d-donât understand what youâre saying. Iâm not that pretty.â You struggle to stand, but his grip on your waist keeps you from falling.
âDonât act like you donât know.â He grips your jaw harder as he glares at you through the mirror.
âIâm really not. I donât even know why you married me!â You sob. âIâm weak. Iâm useless. There are tons of girls who are better and prettier than I am. Why did you choose me? All I do is give you reasons to do more work at home than you already have.â You canât help but sulk and spill all your insecurities.
His gaze softens and drops his grip from your jaw. He spins you around and brings you close to his chest. He strokes your head like how he used to comfort you. Your gentle Miguel is back.
âShhh, I know that you canât do a lot of things like other people, but it doesnât make me love you any less. Isnât that enough?âÂ
You pull your face away from his chest and look up at him. âBut I want to be your equal. I want to be worthy.â
âBut you are worthy. You donât have to be my âequalâ for me to love you.â He counters. Good point. He cups your cheek and you lean into his touch. He lightly wipes away your tears.Â
You have nothing more to say. Perhaps youâll never understand why he chose you, why he loves you.Â
âI love you more than you can know.â He brushes your hair behind your ear. âWe have a beautiful family now. I canât risk losing you, any of you. I hope you understand that.â
His eyes darken. You can see that his words mean more than what he tells you. You donât know what he really means.
You have no choice but to accept him anyway. He is your rock in this world. Your entire fiber of being and existence completely and solely hinges upon him and his will. Without him, you have nothing, you are nothing.Â
He is your savior as much as he is your captor. He is your caretaker as much as he is your jailor.Â
He is your God.
You two linger in each otherâs hold as if time stood still. His scent calms you down, and you begin to relax more and more in each breath you take as you sink into his embrace.Â
Until your stomach growls.
He chuckles as he lets you go slowly. âLooks like someoneâs hungry. Iâll go whip up some dinner for us.â
He walks away for a second to grab a box of tissues. He wipes away all of your tears, makeup smears, and dripping nose (which he tells you to blow out while holding up the tissue for you).Â
âB-But the pastries and the ice cream I got for you. They got left behind.â You sniffle.Â
âDonât worry about it.â He pauses to think. âHow about this? Iâll take the next weekend off and we can go together, as a family.â
You smile up at him; you couldnât be more happy. âThank you, Miguel. Thank you.â
He softly smiles back and kisses your forehead, âNow, go rest, Iâll come back to get you when dinner is ready. Iâll wash you up after.â
You nod to that. You make your way to your bed and plop face down. Your ass is still stinging and burning so you canât lay on your back. Your eyes flutter shut and begin to drift off.
Good grief is what he thought watching you pass out on the bed. Youâre going to catch a cold. He lifts you up to untuck the blanket and covers you with it. He carefully tucks the blanket in every crevice around your neck, ensuring no part of you is bare to feel the cool air.Â
He stays for a second to look at you and brush away the strands of hair from your face before walking out and closing the door behind him.Â
A/N: Well...that was intense. The second part will be fluffier and smuttier. (ă„ïżŁ 3ïżŁ)ă„ I spent like at least 12 hours just on part 1 in both writing and proofreading, only to not even get to part 2 yet. Feedback is welcomed. This is not a comfortable read.
Also I want to thank @wreakingmarveloushavok for giving me the idea of what Mexican pastry that's eaten on birthdays! Everything else I googled, including any inaccurate health related mentions.
#yandere miguel o'hara#miguel ohara x reader#tw noncon#tw dark content#yandere miguel x reader#dark yandere#miguel 2099#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099
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I Think I'll Keep You 5
a/n: Thank you again for your patience! I hope you guys enjoy and the next chapter is already underway and will come very soon! And some more art and bots coming out as well so look out for that!
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Chapter 5
â...accurate and efficient methods of decoding⊠further aiding us in understanding⊠um⊠complicated genetic codes⊠pushing preservation and conservation. Uhh⊠yeah.â Miguel sighs, sitting up in his seat and peering over your arm as you type away on his laptop. Sitting at a table in the middle of the library during tutoring hours. Your fingers typing for him as he speaks what he wants written. He canât type. Not with his right hand totally out of commission. So heâs come to your open tutoring hours. And now you have a student to work on so you can get paid and he can get help with his work. Itâs Saturday and the two of you have been practically connected at the hip for the past two days.
You woke up beside him yesterday afternoon after that late night emergency room run. Lazily, sleepily taking the rest of the day slowly. Walking across campus to get food since all you both ate the whole night was a few pieces of candy. Smiling and talking, shoes splashing in shallow puddles along the concrete. A refreshing feeling having moved on from the mess of the last few weeks. The bubble has popped. That bubble of sex and ignorance that felt so great for the both of you. Sitting in the dining hall, among the hardwood and tall, ancient windows of your old university; looking over the school grounds turned fall shades and the autumn breeze blowing in through the window. Trying to talk about anything that wonât add any more stress or tension. No talk of friends, or family, not even school. Really just talking about whatever comes into your mind. And the conversation is just so easy. Itâs different to spend time with him outside of the dorm room. It didnât happen very often before. A lot of your conversations were pillowtalk. Itâs different talking about the other parts of your life that donât take place right after doing the deed. Miguel is funny. And heâs a good listener when his mind is clear and heâs focused on you. Only you.Â
Feels like things are going back to normal. Well not how it was before. A new normal.Â
âI think it sounds good⊠itâs a little awkward in the intro still but we can fix it up laterâŠâ You assure him, fixing a few typos and reading it over. The library is nice and quiet as always. You didnât have any other students come this afternoon so you have time to focus on this and help Miguel since you know he canât really do it himself right now.
âI donât know⊠feels like Iâm missing something. Iâm gonna include the research but it doesn't feel like enough.â He sighs, leaning his elbows on the table, pushing his frames further up the bridge of his nose and looking over the notes in his hand. His knee is bouncing under the table and you can feel the vibrations of it in your seat. Heâs applying to the Alchemax grant program. A huge grant with a long essay to go with it, multiple letters of recommendation and a personal profile piece. Tens of thousands of dollars for his research project. And heâd basically be an intern there. Able to use their facilities and labs to complete the job and create a brand new study of his own. It would start right after graduation and almost definitely lead to a great job at Alchemax Industries. He sighs, leaning back in his seat, draping his arm over the back of your chair.Â
âYou okay?â You hum, observing his clearly distressed behavior. His knee bouncing, his brow furrowed, the sighs. He looks over at you, in your eyes. Donât lie. âYeah Iâm fine⊠just⊠want to get this right.âÂ
You nod. Knowing thatâs not all there is to it. But accepting it for now. âWell, maybe you should include some of your⊠personalityâŠtraitsâŠâ You suggest with a small smile, knowing that it will be like pulling teeth with him, clasping your hands in your lap and looking over at him next to you.Â
âLike what. I mean⊠Tyler knows me. Heâs the one that told me to apply.â [Tyler Stone. President and Ceo of Alchemax Industries.] He sighs, pushing his glasses up on his head, his dark curls becoming a little messy with the metal pushed through them, and rubbing the sides of his nose with his fingers. The ache of wearing his glasses for a while when he usually doesnât like wearing them at all. But heâs worn them more often the past few days. He can see you more clearly now. Â
âYeah but heâs not the only one whoâs gonna be working with you or deciding if you get the job or not. You want people to know who you are⊠know the kind of person you are. More often than not, thatâs more important than the research when it comes to something like this. I mean, youâre not just applying for a grant, youâre applying for a jobâŠâ You explain kindly. He looks up, in your eyes, his eyes raking over your pretty face. He loves feeling like he can be close to you again. He loves feeling like he knows whatâs going on in your head. Or maybe thatâs just his need for control seeping in. Like venom in warm blood. Just sitting next to you like this. Even if he hasnât so much as kissed you since everything went down. Itâs only been nearly two weeks but it feels like an eternity. He wants to so badly. But he reminds himself that this is how things are right now. He messed up and heâs getting a second chance. He wonât take your forgiveness for granted. âYeah, youâre right.â He admits, dropping the graphs and charts on the table.
âMaybe talk about family⊠inspirations⊠personal goals. People like that kind of stuff. People also want to know that you can be a part of something bigger than yourselfâŠâ You say, fingers brushing over the keys and ready to type what he says. âUhâŠâ He sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to pull this out of his brain. He doesnât really want to talk about his family. Doesnât want to give them the satisfaction of being considered inspiration. But his upbringing and his parentsâ names alone have opened a lot of doors for him in the past. His fingers fidget on the back of your chair, catching a few strands of your hair, playing with it so softly that you donât even feel it. And he watches the side of your face to make sure you donât notice, your eyes focused on the computer screen. Curling the strands around his finger and getting lost in touching you. Hanging on desperately to this morsel of touch. Knowing he probably shouldnât but he just canât help himself.
âI guess⊠we could say I grew up watching my parents with their business. But thatâs more⊠financial services. When I was born, OLI was just taking off and now⊠Iâve watched them build it into what it is today.â He explains. You keep typing, writing it down in the notes to keep it straight. You can hear the sigh in his voice like he hates to be talking about it. You donât know why. Mostly because heâs never spoken about this before. But if heâs applying for such a big opportunity then itâs important to include.
âOLI, Iâve heard of that, I thinkâŠâ You look over at him, unsure what that stands for but you know youâve heard that acronym before, or maybe youâve seen it somewhere?Â
âOâhara Legacy Investments.â He says with a nod and sigh, a level of disdain in his tone. He leans forward, his mind still on this essay. On beefing it up with info that might secure him this grant. Even though heâs confident his connections will get him in. Thereâs always a chance things might not go his way. He wants to prepare for every possible outcome. He hates to feel out of control. You stop typing. That sounds like investment banking. Like the kind of thing that makes people billionaires.Â
âIs that the⊠that tall building downtown?â You ask, looking over at him and he nods, a blank stare in his eyes as heâs looking down at the research notes. âYour family runs that?â
âYep.â He sighs, not offering more information so you donât ask for more.
âOkay sooo⊠how would that influence your work at Alchemax?â You prompt, trying to veer back on course. You can tell heâs losing steam, youâve been at this a while.Â
âSo I guess itâs not really the same as what I would be doing at Alchemax but⊠Watching how that runs⊠how many people it takes to keep something running like that. I guess something about leading teams of people working towards a goalâŠâ He keeps thinking out loud and you keep typing, interpreting his words into organized notes and ideas. âSo.. maybe about you as a leader? You think you can be a good leaderâŠâÂ
âYeah. I think so⊠and soccer, we could include that too.â He says, perking up and sitting up a bit straighter. Although the topic of soccer does bring his anxiety levels up a bit. Watching you type while playing with a piece of frayed material on his cast. âYeah, captain of the soccer team, sports is always something they want to hear. If youâre a leader⊠organizer. And coming from SU especially, they love to see it.â You agree, typing and compiling the thoughts that come to mind. âAnd to know you can work in a teamâŠâÂ
Miguel nods. Feeling relieved that youâre able to help him with this. He did all the more technical notes for it over the past few weeks. Organized lots of thoughts and data to start the writing process. Then he broke his fingers and that put a wrench in the process. Itâs due next week and without you heâd be screwed. But it works out sort of perfectly, and a little selfishly, that now heâs spending more time with you because of that. âI think alsoâŠâÂ
He starts. You look over, ready to type whatever he suggests. âIâm an older brother too⊠thatâs⊠I donât knowâŠâ He mumbles. You find yourself smiling. âI feel like⊠maybe being a leader in that way is different.âÂ
âItâs very different, yesâŠâ You nod, looking back at the laptop screen, a smile dancing on your lips. âMaybe something about⊠protecting⊠looking out for those that are important to me. Or being a good role model I guessâŠâ He sighs. Thinking. About Gabriel. About you. Pretty much the two most important people in his life. I guess I havenât been a very good role model as of late.Â
âLoyalty⊠role modelâŠâ You say and nod. Typing those words in the compilation of notes youâre making in the margins. His knee is still bouncing.
âI also think youâre very passionateâŠâ You say. He looks over at you, the side of your face, watching you type more things in the notes. Trying to create a section of his essay that can portray him as not just another applicant. âI think Iâm just generally angry⊠I donât really think before I do thingsâŠâ He scoffs, shaking his head and leaning forward, his arms on the table, his head resting down on his forearms, looking at your pretty face from this angle. You grin and nod, giving him a look. âYeah but we donât have to include that⊠passion worksâŠâÂ
He laughs through his nose, blinking softly and admiring your face. Watching your pretty eyes, the light of the computer screen reflecting in them, making them especially sparkly. Itâs quiet for a moment, just the clicks of keys and fingertips. He thinks, reflecting on all thatâs happened in the past few weeks. That thing with Dana keeps coming to mind. That was really a moment of lost control. Is that the passion youâre talking about? That he loses control and canât get it back until itâs almost too late? He worries about that. Not remembering most of it because he was so angry. It sort of feels like a dream. Especially since he fought with you right after that and then everything went right to shit.Â
All he knows is that Dana made it back to his dorm. He knows for a fact nothing happened. He wouldnât have wanted it anyway because he despises her and she was drunk off her ass. But she did lie on his bed. Her perfume was all over him. And he remembers standing over her and wanting to make her hate him. Just so that she would leave him alone. Thatâs a level of anger he never wants you to witness, or anyone really for that matter. It scares him a bit now to think of it. All he knows is that if you think heâs loyal, heâll be loyal as a dog. If you think heâs passionate, heâll be a raging, burning fire to keep you warm. You think heâs anything, heâll be that. If you want him to be.Â
He fidgets with the fray on his cast. Coming off the blue material. His gaze caught on the little cursive âmineâ you wrote. That night in the drug store. When you were both so deliriously tired, sitting in the middle of the floor. Having this on his arm is like a reminder. Or a promise. That maybe youâll be his or heâll be yours again. Heâll just have to be patient. His thumb brushes over the word, like making sure the letters wonât fall off, making sure theyâre stained into the blue permanently. Do you even remember writing this? He thinks. Or were you so tired it feels like a dream? His bouncing knee still vibrates against your chair.Â
âAnything else for today? We did a lotâŠâ You ask, looking over at him. Bringing him out of his thoughts. âNo, I think thatâs good, thank you⊠but maybe next week we can finalize things and you can help me edit it?â He asks hopefully. âYeah definitely, Iâll block out some time for youâŠâÂ
He nods, sighing and pulling his glasses off his head. Folding them up in his hand and collecting his papers. You just save the document, debating in your head the words on your tongue. Closing the laptop so he can pack it up in his bag.Â
âSo⊠you wanna tell me whatâs stressing you out?â You ask, turning in your seat to face him and leaning your elbow on the table, head in your hand. He stops what heâs doing, putting down the stack of notebooks. âYou can read my mindâŠâ He smiles.Â
âNo, youâve just been bouncing your knee against my chair for the past hour.â You sigh, smiling soft but sympathetic at him. His shoulders slump. âOh sorryâŠâ He shakes his head, feeling embarrassed for being so obvious, pinching the bridge of his nose in his fingers.Â
âItâs okay⊠Is it the grant? I think your essay will be good enoughâŠâ You hum. Noticing all of his distress and not wanting him to be freaking out over something heâs already spent so long working on. âNo itâs not⊠I⊠Iâm really glad you can help me with it. Thank you⊠Iâm just worried about the game tomorrowâŠâ He nods. And it dawns on you. âOhhâŠâ
âI actually should get going⊠have a meeting with the coach. Figure out how weâre gonna pull this offâŠâ He sighs, getting up from his seat to gather his things. Heâs been wracked with anxiety about the game ever since putting two and two together that heâs out for the next few weeks. Itâs against the rules for someone to play with a plaster cast on and heâs nowhere near getting that removed. So the team will have to supplement him.Â
âYouâre not gonna play are you? You shouldnât⊠not with your hand like that.â You insist, watching him get up, pulling on his jacket precariously with his one working hand. He can hear the concern in your voice. âI canât. It's an instant disqualification⊠so I have to talk to Coach and maybe Iâll just assistant coach tomorrow, I donât knowâŠâ He sighs, knowing itâll be a struggle for the team to play without him. And they very well might not win. This is a university proud of its win streak so far.Â
âIf it hurts, let Coach know⊠you donât have to do anything thatâs uncomfortable.â You advise softly. Wanting him to be comfortable. Always. That look of care on your face makes him feel a little warm. Making him feel a little soft and fuzzy inside. He canât remember ever being worried over like that. He clears his throat, trying not to let that feeling get to him too much, shoving his laptop in his bag and zipping it up. âI will⊠donât worry about meâŠâÂ
He says it but he doesnât really mean it. Although he doesn't want you to be anxious; he definitely doesnât need to inflict any more emotional pain on you, heâs done more than enough of that over the past few weeks⊠he does want you to care. Or itâs more like⊠once he realized you actually do care, now he doesnât want to lose that.Â
âJust be careful⊠I know youâll do well and the team will be fineâŠâ You smile gently. Clicking your pen and watching him getting ready to leave. His bag slung over his shoulder. âThank you⊠yeah I just need to chill.â He sighs, moving his hurt hand around absentmindedly to soothe the ache. âWell⊠the feeling youâre having just means you care. Itâs a good feeling, even though itâs scaryâŠâÂ
He looks in your eyes, down at where youâre still sitting. Feeling struck by your words. Youâve always been so good at that. You always know exactly what to say when he needs to hear it. He hopes to do the same for you one day. If only he can figure out how you manage to do it every time. He just nods in thanks, a renewed sense of relief inside.Â
âDinner later?â He inquires, brow raising as heâs starting to walk away. Walking backwards away from the table, his eyes on you the entire time.Â
âSure, Iâll meet you thereâŠâ You rest your head on your hand, watching him go from where youâre sitting. Watching that look on his face. A sort of satisfaction in that heâs leaving but already thinking about when he gets to see you next. He nods. Turning towards the library doors and smiling to himself, making his way out. Sneakers tapping on the hardwood floors of the academic building, sparing you one last glance. Finding your eyes still on him. A stupid sort of giddy feeling in his chest. Lopsided grin on his lips as he leaves the library.
âOâhara! Dude.â Peterâs voice brings him out of his flurry of thoughts. Watching his friend march down the rest of the hall to him. âWhere you been? You disappeared againâŠâ Peter chuckles.
âOh yeah Iâve just been⊠busy in the lab and stuff⊠and my application.â He lies. While itâs true he has been working on his application and piles of homework, heâs also been actively avoiding all of his friends ever since your fight. Unable to handle even the slightest of social interaction. His mind set on you and only you. But he wonât tell Peter that.Â
âDana said you were being crazy or somethingâŠâ Peter huffs, his brow quirked in disbelief. Miguelâs heart starts to beat a little harder at that. Did Dana tell everyone what happened? Or her version of what happened? âWhat did she say?â
âWell⊠sheâs kinda implying that you two hooked up after the party last weekâŠâ Miguelâs eyes widen at that news. Itâs just not true. But that seems to be the story everyone believes so far. âMJ thinks sheâs full of shit bu-"
âShe is full of shit.â Miguel sighs. Pinching the bridge of his nose. Or trying to with his cast. It was a foolish thing to give into his anger and take Dana back to his dorm. But he didnât sleep with her. Heâs not surprised though that sheâs spreading that rumor around. It wouldnât be the first time.Â
âShit, what happened?!â Peter flips, looking down at the cast engulfing Miguelâs forearm to the tips of his fingers. Looking at the seemingly broken hand, his eyes scanning over Miguel as a whole. Feeling like he has no idea whatâs going on with someone whoâs supposed to be his closest friend. âI broke my wrist but itâs fine, doctor says itâll be fine even without surgery.â
âItâs fine?! What about the game?â Peter asks in panic, running a hand through his previously neat light brown locks. Itâs against policy rules to play with a hard plaster cast for the safety of the other players and teammates. But Miguelâs the captain, their top offense and shooter.Â
âIâll be on the sidelines and Miller and Durante can take care of it.â
âItâs Princeton, Miguel. Weâre gonna get fuckinâ smoked out thereâŠâ Peter huffs, going on and on but Miguel just shakes his head, feeling that anxiety rising again. The anxiety you were able to dampen only moments ago. âI know it sucks⊠I know. But those new drills have been helping⊠Iâm gonna talk to coach.âÂ
âAlright⊠but Marco and Santiago need to get their asses in order before tomorrow. Iâm not playing defense because they canât pay attention to the fucking ball.âÂ
âI know, I knowâŠâ Miguel sighs and nods. Knowing this is all bad timing. Theyâve been preparing for this game for a while now and itâs a pretty big spectacle. The stands will undoubtedly be full to the brim. It makes him tense and anxious to think about.
âOkayâŠâ Peter huffs, running a hand through his hair. âWell, text me what Coach saysâŠâ He sighs, lifting his fist. Their knuckles colliding as heâs starting to walk off to where heâs going. âNo more disappearingâŠâ Peter chuckles, looking back as he starts walking down the hall, pointing a finger at his friend. âYeah, yeahâŠâ
âAlright, Iâll see you later.â Peter says with a nod, his hands in his pockets as he rounds the corner, walking into the library. Miguel sighs, feeling that tension, that tomorrow might not go well and itâll be all his fault. Because he canât do more to help the team heâs supposed to be leading.
He jogs down the stairs, down another hallway and outside. The fall breeze and smell of the trees and crisp autumn air flows past his cheeks, blowing back the little curls by his ears. Hunching his shoulders up when the brisk air cools his neck, pulling his collar up and walking across the commons to get to the athletic building on the other side of campus. To meet with Coach about the game plan for tomorrow.Â
âCome on guys, one more time!â Miguel calls out to the team. Dressed in his uniform, dark blue and silver stripes, school colors with the Sterling University crest on his arm, a C on his chest. Number 99 on his back. Cleats and his cast to match. It does suck he has to miss out on actually playing but he does a lot of assistant coaching as captain anyway so itâs nothing heâs not used to. Coach Dean is talking with the referees anyway. Schmoozing on the sidelines, convinced itâll earn them less whistles through the game.Â
Miguel sighs, anxious, shaking his head and directing his attention to the mobs of people filling the stands. The sun is setting, the field lights coming on and a slight chill filling the air. A buzz with that too. College soccer fans here as well as lots of students from both universities. People are excited. The team is excited as well as anxious without Miguel playing beside them. Knowing theyâll have to supplement him being out. Miguel huffs, stretching his arms and wincing slightly at the remnants of ache in his wrist, his breath fogging in the cold air.
âCome on⊠si yeah! ÂĄMantĂ©n la posesiĂłn!" He shouts from the sides, watching the team warming up with the drills and keeping order, following them up and down their half of the field. âMarco!ÂĄSigue presionando! Call for it!" A mix of Spanish and English naturally leave his lips. Dark eyes follow their form and technique. Keeping everyone in order. Theyâre doing really well as always. But Miguel would prefer perfection. âGood! Alright break!â He shouts.
The team all relaxes, sighing in relief and collecting on the sidelines near the bench. Some passing the ball back and forth. The goalie is doing some technique in the practice nets with Durante and Miller. Others glancing at the opposing team warming up on their side of the field. âMarco, youâre gonna break youâre fuckinâ ankle doing that. Keep it light, it doesnât have to be so fast. Slow down and go through the steps, alright?â Miguel instructs calmly, grabbing a ball and demonstrating on the turf by the benches. Marco nods, wiping his brow with the edge of his jersey.Â
âJust like that⊠keep it loose and look at Miller, heâs the one youâre paying attention to. Donât look at Durante, heâs gonna be looking at Miller for that pass down the field. But that was still good, keep it up..âÂ
âThereâs a lot of people hereâŠâ Peter comments, squirting some water into his mouth, catching his breath. Miguel walks over from helping Marco, standing beside his friend and looking out at the people in the stands. Itâs a little more than theyâre used to. Little intimidating considering this stadium seats thousands of people.
âItâs a big gameâŠâ Miguel huffs, grabbing his water bottle. Wish I could fucking play⊠he thinks. Glancing at Coach, still talking to the refs near the midline. They have a little while before everything starts.
Itâs the end of the first half and itâs been a good game so far. Princeton is good but so is Sterling. Theyâd be better if Miguel was on the field to help them. He finds himself getting frustrated on the sidelines, disagreeing with the refs calls and calling out to his teammates, trying to lead and instruct. The whistle blows and the team finally relaxes. Panting and walking over to the sidelines.Â
âTheyâre fastâŠâ Marco pants, plopping down on the bench to catch his breath. âWe have to be faster⊠but weâre holding our ownâŠâ Miguel says, hands on his hips and looking over the team, trying to keep the edge from his tone. Heâs here to lead, not berate.
âYou good?â He sees Peter covered in grass stains. Peterâs the one thatâs been scoring pretty much all the goals so far. Princetonâs defense is good. Itâs one of those games where no oneâs going to score very many goals, itâs all about making sure the other team doesnât get too close. âThat was really good, keep doing that. And if it works better for Marco to go up the right side, then do that.â Miguel says.Â
âI will⊠theyâre so fuckin fastâŠâ Peter pants, grabbing his water bottle and squirting some in his mouth. Breathing heavy through his nose. The team takes a few minutes at halftime to refuel and plan for the second half. Peter and Marco will have to be smart about the next plays. Theyâre down by two and the other team just keeps getting closer and closer.Â
âI got a girl in the standsâŠâ Peter says with a lopsided smile, still out of breath, spraying some more water into his mouth. âYeah?â Miguelâs brow quirks at that information. He knows Peter has a lot of girls around him and friends that are girls. Makes sense, heâs very smart, an athlete, loud and the life of the party. Everyone always trying to get a piece of him. Not a foreign concept to Miguel himself. Miguel grabs his water bottle too, raising it to his mouth. âWho is she?âÂ
âHer nameâs y/nâŠâÂ
What?
â...yeah you should meet her⊠sheâs really pretty and smart and funny...âÂ
What?
Peter keeps talking, tossing a ball to someone else across the bench. Not even registering the look on Miguelâs face. Like shock and something else. Something Miguel himself canât put a finger on. And Miguel can only half listen to Peterâs words. âSheâs head of the tutoring club⊠did I tell you I started doing that? Dude, Iâm getting paid to do some freshmanâs homework and get course credit. It's like the easiest shit in the worldâŠâ Peter laughs, talking on and on.Â
Miguel doesnât understand. Itâs like his brain canât process this. Staring at Peter silently and waiting for him to say itâs a joke. But how could it be a joke?
âSheâs riiiiight⊠there-â Peter turns, pointing at the stands. Turning stiffly, Miguel looks out to where heâs pointing. His dark eyes searching the stands and looking for your face. Hoping to see some stranger who happens to have the same name as you. But no. Itâs you.Â
He watches your gaze snap onto them, seeming surprised to have both their attention now. How did he not notice? Youâve been here this whole time, sitting nearly 15 rows behind him and he didnât know? But Peter knew?
He canât help that his immediate reaction to seeing you is relief. Seeing you up there and he just wants to smile. Wants to disappear with you and forget this stressful game. Youâre like⊠his best friend in the whole world. But then that relief is quickly quelled when he realizes Peter is the one who invited you, heâs the reason youâre here.Â
Miguel huffs. Nearly getting hit in the face when Peter starts waving at you. Stepping back and trying to make sense of this. There you are, waving back their way. What is this? He wonders. Unable to help the scowl that appears on his face as he observes Peter waving. What is this happening that he doesnât know about or had no idea could even happen? Another bubble has popped and he didnât even know it.Â
He looks back up at you. Your eyes looking his way. But are you looking at him or are you looking at Peter? He hates that he canât even tell. He hopes itâs him but itâs too much distance to know for sure. He just holds up a hand weakly. Waving at you. Feeling like an idiot, a total fool. And here Peter is waving at you, thinking Miguel doesnât even know who you are. Fuck.
âAlright boys! Letâs huddle up!â Coach yells, coming over to the bench and motioning for everyone to come over. Peter moves to head over, gently kicking a ball on his way. And Miguel canât help but keep glancing at you. Feeling self conscious. Youâve been watching him and witnessing all of this, this entire time? He didnât even know you were here and half of the game had already been played. And all heâs done is stand on the sidelines while Peter played big shot scorer.Â
Your hands wave at him, mouthing something he canât make out. His brow knitting together as you try to communicate something to him before Coach snaps again.Â
âOâhara!âÂ
His eyes snap to the team huddled by the bench. Taking long strides to get over there. But his mind is a mess. He didnât even know you knew each other.Â
The second half, the rest of the game, itâs hard for Miguel to focus on coaching. Heâs watching the team play but itâs like a delayed reaction in his mind. Like his body is here but his brain is trying to tap into some invisible signal stretching from you to him. Peter scores again and Miguel flinches at the sound of the stands erupting. Cheering and echoing through his head. Pounding the sides of his skull.
He canât help but glance your way every chance he gets. But every time heâs able to spot you in the sea of colors and foreign faces, youâre looking at the ball on the field. Which is always in Peterâs possession. And he canât focus on anything except what he doesnât know. What he canât control.Â
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âWooooo!â Marco hollers, the team gathering in a huddle on the field and celebrating their close victory. They won, but it was a tough game. Miguel stares almost blankly as the team all slaps hands and says good game. And by the time he snaps out of it, turning to find you, the stands are already emptying out and youâre gone from your seat.Â
âOâhara!â The team shouts, bringing him out of the mess of thoughts. The players crowding him in celebration on the sidelines. Cheers and loud voices. Talking about moments in the game, highlights, certain techniques that had Princeton on their toes. All in all it was an exciting match and Peter was definitely the savior, scoring more goals than anyone and making the game. And Peter is all smiles.Â
The team heads back to the locker room. Showering and warming down from the game. Miguel stands at his locker. His new locker since the punched in door wouldnât close properly on his old one. Pulling off his jersey carefully with one hand and hanging it up. Wiping down his broad chest with a towel and hearing Peter with some of the boys walking in from the showers. His movements slow, brow furrowing, grabbing his change of clothes and pulling a tank top on, the black material bunching down his toned abdomen against his deep skin. Listening to Peterâs voice.Â
His mind races. Since when did you two become such good friends? And why wouldnât I know you were coming to the game when I saw you all day yesterday? Does Peter know that? Does Peter know we spend countless hours together? Does Peter know we have this deep connection that Iâm actually working really hard to repair? He ought to.Â
He listens to Peterâs conversation, as if waiting for him to say your name to confirm heâs talking about you. But he canât make it out all the way. Something about a party, something about his car, something about the game. He watches the rest of the guys leave the locker room. Peter walks by with the guys and he just subtly, silently glares as they pass, not noticing him. pulling his hoodie on and shutting his locker gently. Pulling his phone off the charger and slinging his sports bag over his shoulder, walking out.Â
He slumps down the concrete steps, the hallway leading to the exit doors, opening out to the athletic parking lot. Raking a hand through his hair, his mind a mess. Heâs not used to feeling so beaten down after a game. They won, he should be happy. He should be glad. But he just feels indifferent. Or he just really needs to see you.Â
When the door swings from someone else leaving, he catches a glimpse of you through the opening. The bright lights from outside assault his eyes as the door swings again. Seeing you for just a moment. Just a split second. Talking with Peter against the fence. He stops. What is he walking into? Whatâs about to change? Youâre gonna be there right when he goes through that door. He stands in the dim concrete tunnel, feeling his heart race. He doesnât like this feeling. This is the loss of control.
âMiguel!â Peter smiles, making you turn to look back. And there he is, walking out the door. You want to just run into his arms and tell him how great he was. Even though he didn't get to play he still coached very well and played his part in the victory. But Peter is talkative and gets in there before you can. And you don't really want to interrupt when he's talking with his friends. Since this is the first time you've been around his friends with him.Â
âWeâre gonna get drinks, you have to comeâ Peter says, ushering Miguel over to where youâre standing. âThis is y/n⊠y/n this is MiguelâÂ
âYeah we know each other.â Miguel says immediately. Not a hint of a smile on his face. Heâs annoyed with Peter. Annoyed that itâs not a known thing. He wants it to be known that you two are an item. Or⊠that thereâs something going on⊠heâs not even sure of at the moment. At least that Peter should know to back off. âOh cool, so drinks?âÂ
Miguelâs a little astonished with how easily Peter just brushed that off. Eyes flicking between you two and hoping to god you donât accept the drink invite. But he bites his tongue. Friends. Really good⊠friends.Â
âUh⊠I donât know, Iâm kinda tiredâŠâ You sigh. Part of you not wanting to go since itâs not your normal scene but a bigger part needing to go so you can feel like youâre really one of Miguelâs friends. Not someone he has to hide. That you can get along with them and be a part of his life. Thatâs all you want to prove to him.Â
âCome on⊠please?â Peter pouts. And Miguel wants to scream. Trying to tell you with his eyes that he doesnât want to do this. Not right now. Maybe later when heâs had time to mentally prepare himself. It doesnât help that you look adorable right now. In your Sterling Uni hoodie with a scarf to keep warm. He doesnât want to do this. Heâd rather just go to dinner. Like always. Talk for hours and maybe even fall asleep talking in your dorm like always. Not this. Please not this.Â
His eyes burning a hole right through you, trying to communicate it without using the words since he canât right now, not with Peter standing right there. Part of him wants you to come and show you off. The other part of him wants you all to himself, not wanting to share you with anyone. But heâs trying to be better. Trying to control himself rather than try to control everything else around him.Â
âIt would be fun, right Miguel?â Peter asks, bringing him out of his thoughts. He wants to say no. Wants to say fuck no and disappear, taking you with him. But he canât do that now. So he just nods stiffly, forcing a smile. Almost painfully. âYeah⊠comeâŠâÂ
Your eyes light up and Miguel knows heâs done for. âOh great!â You smile and Peter is instantly excited too. Talking about how great itâs going to be and how many people will be there. Miguelâs heart is pounding, seeing how easily Peter was able to get you to come. How Peter is smiling and looking at you. A sense of dread filling his chest.
Itâs the usual bar. The college bar around the corner from campus where the sports teams usually congregate after a game. Or the general student body on a Friday night. Loud music and conversation, the place is packed. Football and UFC playing on the multitude of TVs hanging in the place. The team filters in all acting like they own this place. Playing pool and getting drinks, talking to girls in corners and at the bar. Itâs a crazy night at least for you. Miguelâs seen nights like this before, but this time youâre here. And he wonât let you out of his sight. Even as people talk to him, trying to strike up conversation and catch up. Since everyone knows who he is and knows his name. He still keeps his attention focused on you. He doesnât care about anyone else in this bar tonight.Â
Drinks flow the second everyone is in there, laughter and loud voices, trying to be heard over the music. Miguel keeps his arm barred at your side to help get you through the density of people. Like a shield to make sure no one bumps into you. Not wanting you to be too claustrophobic or crowded. Staying nearby until you find two seats at the bar miraculously. As you sit down, Miguel quickly scans the room. Looking for one face in particular. No sign of Dana and he can relax a tiny bit. Sliding into his stool seat beside you.Â
He sits down, watching how you observe the place, looking a little out of your element here. Itâs clear youâre not a party girl. Youâre a smart, intelligent tutor and it shows. It would almost be comical if Miguel didnât have a fierce determination to protect you in this place.Â
He leans over, getting closer to your ear to be heard over the noise. The smell of your shampoo mixed with your perfume, so close and familiar, filling his senses and almost making him dizzy. His mind flashing with moments of you in his bed. Your body under his and his face buried in your soft sweet smelling hair. Heâs the only one in this bar that knows what you sound like when you come.
âDrink⊠Do you want a drink?â He asks, trying to be heard over the noise, his cheek brushing against yours. Pulling back to hear your response. âYeah! Whatever is fineâŠâ You smile, trying to speak over the chaos of people and stimulation. A bit out of your element but doing fine. Excited to be here with him and feel like youâre fitting into his world.Â
He gets the bartender's attention, ordering you just a beer in a bottle. He doesnât know if youâd want anything fruity, not that this crappy bar would have anything that good anyway. Heâs never drunk with you before. He slides it over to you, watching you take a gulp and smile. Youâre so out of your element here. He sighs. A swell in his chest.Â
Even though he would normally be drinking a couple beers himself, he just has water in front of him. He wants to stay relatively sober. Enough to keep watch over you and make sure no one else talks to you. âOh, I thought you were gonna get the same thingâŠâ You chuckle, leaning your elbows on the bar and watching him sipping his water from a plastic cup.Â
âSomeone needs to be responsible for all these people right?â He chuckles. As captain of the team he actually does feel that responsibility. To keep people in line since he knows theyâll listen to him. âAnd I need to be sober if Iâm carrying you out of this place drunk off your assâŠâ He jokes, teasing you.Â
âIâm not getting drunk tonight, no way. No thank youâŠâ You sigh, shaking your head. Looking down at the label on the bottle in your hand. Then your eyes dart around the crowded room a few times. He just looks at your face. Youâre so pretty. Especially pretty in this low light.Â
âWell how is the beer at least? I know itâs not something sweet but itâs probably the best thing they have here.â He huffs, keeping his eyes on you, studying you. Heâd love to just be all over you and show people that youâre his. But youâre not right now. Youâre his friend and thatâs the boundary you both set. Heâs trying his best to uphold that after his mistakes. âItâs fine⊠I donât ever drink much anyway so Iâm not pickyâŠâÂ
He nods. Learning more about you all the time. The two of you have never been out to a bar or club before so this is all brand new. He can see how youâre a little nervous in this place. Itâs not your usual hangout spot and he can tell. âYeah, this place is pretty chaotic tonightâŠâ He comments, looking around then back at you. âYouâre okay though, right?âÂ
âYeah Iâm fineâŠâ You smile. Clasping your hands in your lap. Heâs attentive, more recently than ever. Itâs true that heâs become like your best friend over the last month and a half. Even though it hasnât been that long, itâs felt like a lifetime. And with how much time you spend together, it still feels like he separates you from a lot of the other parts of his life. Friends, family, everything else. You spot Peter across the way standing with some people. The only other person you even know in this place.Â
Miguel follows your gaze over towards where Peter is and he can't help but wonder why you're looking at Peter or what you're thinking. He looks at the group of people around him, recognizing teammates and classmates, but notices Peter in particular.He tries to remain cool, looking back at you. "He's a great friend⊠isn't he⊠"
He says it with a little bit of annoyance in his voice, thinking about how you two have gotten really close as friends and he didn't even know it.
"Yeah he's really sweet," You smile, not really noticing his expression. You want Miguel to know that you can get along with his friends too and you can be a part of his life. "He's funnyâŠ"
His brow twitches just a bit. He doesn't know how to feel about the fact that you two are friends in and out of the tutoring club. And that youâre calling him sweet. And funny. He knows how charismatic and charming Peter is, knowing he could get any girl he wants. "He always gets the girlsâŠÂ he's quite the flirtâŠ" He mumbles.
"Oh really?" You smile and scrunch your nose up, looking back at Peter and seeing that yes, there are many girls around him right now. And he must be very popular with the girls, you think. You hadn't really noticed that Peter was a flirt but you think he's charming. Maybe you're just so focused on being his friend to prove to Miguel you can be part of his friend group.
Miguel can feel his patience slipping. How you seem so oblivious to the fact that Peter is a huge flirt and that Peter was flirting with you earlier when he invited you to the bar. But he's been Peter's friend for years, of course he knows the girls flock around him. It just annoys him that youâre completely oblivious to it. He watches you watching Peter across the room, trying not to let it show on his face how frustrated he is.
"How's your hand?" You ask, taking a sip from your bottle. Gesturing towards his cast in his lap. Trying to talk over the noise in the room. The topic change gives him some relief. Grateful to think about something other than the image of Peter taking you home tonight. He lifts his hand, flexing a few fingers. "It's fine. Doesn't really hurt much right now. It's a good reminder to not lose my cool again⊠"
"Yeah, that locker room hates to see you cominââŠ" You joke with a smile. Shaking your head. Punched his locker like some guy in a movie.
Miguel can't help but smile, knowing youâre referring to him punching the front of his locker like a crazy person. He sighs, knowing it was stupid and a loss of control. "That locker had it coming thoughâŠ"
You laugh at his words, his eyes lighting up watching your head throw back a bit. The fluttering sound of your laughter carrying slightly over the noise in the room and hitting his ears. He wants to make you laugh like that all the time. Make you smile like this every day. And Peter works his way through the room over to the bar.Â
"There you guys are! I thought I lost youâŠ" Peter's face lights up when he gets closer, excited to see his best friend and you, the pretty tutor. He stands behind both your chairs putting his hands on the backs of them. Miguelâs eyes flick back-and-forth between you two. You're still oblivious. Smiling at Peter like you don't know what he's doing. Every instinct inside of him telling him to make Peter back off. But he's trying to be better for you. Trying not to lose control or act impulsive.Â
"Spending the night bragging, are you?" You smile and tease Peter lightly. Leaning over the back of your chair. He did score a lot of the winning goals tonight. Peter laughs and loves any attention from you. Miguel can only listen and watch this interaction between the two of you. It's like a nightmare come to life. And he's feeling claustrophobic in this crowded place with all these people. He just wants to take your hand and go back to campus, go back to your dorm, go back to the library.
"Well you all played very wellâŠ" You hum. Looking between the two boys. You can't help but notice Miguelâs body language. Thinking he must just be upset that he didn't get to play because of his cast. But he did very well on the sidelines.Â
"Peter here was especially on his game today. Princeton is toughâŠ" Miguel says with tension in his tone, finally joining in on the conversation. His eyes flicking between the two of you but landing on you mostly. Watching your reaction to Peter's words.
"It's all in the foot work really. Reading the opponent⊠Gotta think about 10 steps ahead." Peter says with a grin, in his element. Miguel has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. As much as he loves Peter, he wants him to fuck off right now.
You giggle softly at Peter's joke and his obvious love for attention. Loving the way you can so casually hang out with Miguel and his friends for the first time ever. Miguel clenches his jaw, sipping his water and trying to keep his cool. You take a sip of your beer finding it's the last one, putting the empty bottle back on the bar. It seems both boys take notice.Â
"Can I get you another? "Peter asks, His eyes lighting up.
âUmâŠ" You're thinking. You don't really do this that often and you're finally getting to hang out with Miguel and his friends. What the hell⊠"Sure!"
Peter flashes that charming smile at you and Miguel can feel his control slipping again. Now he's buying you drinks?Â
"I got it." Miguel suddenly says, waving to the bartender for another round. If anyone's getting you drunk tonight, it's gonna be him. So he can make sure you're okay. âOkayyyâŠâ Peter huffs softly, raising his brow at Miguelâs rivalry. But Miguel doesnât care. Grabbing the fresh cold beer bottle and sliding it over the bar in front of you. Looking back up at Peter, a stern expression on his face.Â
Over the next hour and your next two beers, Peter just wonât go away. Heâs practically hanging on your chair, talking to you about whatever. And because youâre so nice and sweet you just keep giving into him. Smiling at Miguel too like you want him to be in on the conversation. But it just makes him feel worse somehow. Is he really losing you to Parker? Is that how this is gonna go?Â
âSo⊠you guys are like best friends?â You ask, your words slightly slurred, cheeks pink and flushed. Youâre tipsy and Miguelâs watching you like a hawk. Your beer shined lips as you smile up at Peter. So damn cute and pretty. âWe are⊠best friendsâŠâ Peter says in a cocky way. Grabbing Miguelâs shoulder and shaking it a few times, a beer in his other hand. Miguel might be the only sober one in this place and itâs getting annoying.Â
He fidgets with the same fray on his cast, pulling on it and pulling on it. Watching you talk to Peter. Forcing a smile when you look his way. Itâs getting unbearable. Eyes flicking around the crowded room and just wanting to get out of here.Â
âOne more round?â Peter asks and Miguel groans internally. Youâre both drunk, everybody is drunk and he just wants to get you back somewhere itâs safer. Peter gets to chatting loudly with some other people down the bar.
âDo you wanna leave?â You lean over, getting closer to Miguel, right up to his face and he just gives you a soft look. Admiring your pretty flushed features. He can see youâve been having fun. âNo, Iâm good, we can stay if you wantâŠâ He hums gently.Â
âDonât lie, MigâŠâ You whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear over the noise. And his brow knits together, hearing the nickname, your soft warm voice, wanting to reach out and brush your hair back, kiss your pretty pink lips. Anything. âIâm a little tiredâŠâ He admits. And even in your tipsy state, you know itâs time to go.Â
âLetâs go then⊠itâs too loudâŠâ You sigh, a distracted Peter now talking loudly with Marco and Miller down the bar. Relief, Miguel thinks. He does really want to make sure you get back to your dorm okay.Â
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âWai-I âave a questionâŠâ You slur, hanging onto him and pressed up against his chest as heâs trying to get you over to bed. His big strong arms around you and it feels so good, feels so right. What youâve been missing all this time and now it just feels like everything is perfect and everything is good and⊠and your tongue still tastes like beer and⊠and he smells so good.Â
âYeah, what's your question?â He asks so soft and gently. His voice is like smooth melted butter mixed with sweet brown sugar. Bringing you over to your bed and sitting you down on the edge. Making sure you donât topple over. âHold still, Iâm gonna take your shoes offâŠâÂ
âDâyou think⊠that⊠umâŠâ You sigh, the alcohol clouding everything making you instantly forget what you were about to ask him. But the thought is mixing around your brain just waiting to come out. After all, itâs all you were thinking about all night. âM-my shoe is stuckâ
âI know, Iâm trying to get it offâŠâ He sighs, unable to stop the smile when he hears your little whine. You are pretty cute like this and he likes helping you. Kneeling down in front of you and taking your shoe onto his knee to undo the laces, slipping it off.
âDo you think that⊠all your friends⊠that they like-like it?â You sigh, wiggling your toes in your socks as he slides your shoe off. His hands on your calves, absentmindedly caressing up and down, having you in his hands like this is too good to pass up, but he looks up at you at your question. His brow furrowing, wondering what you mean. âDo they like what,-?â He almost called you baby right there. But stopped himself. Maybe itâs just being like this with you right now. Being close and finally being needy for his help, needing him in any way. Or the way you seem so soft and fragile right now he just wants to protect you.Â
âThat they like meâŠâ You sigh. Pushing a hand through your hair and he pulls your other shoe off, your feet freeing and legs dangling off the side of the bed.Â
He looks up at you, piecing together your broken sentence. Do his friends like you? Peter?Â
âLike P-peter⊠does Peter like me?â You ask and his expression goes serious. Swallowing thickly and setting your shoes to the side. He knows the answer. He knows that Peter obviously has a thing for you. Itâs becoming more clear you have a thing for him too.Â
Miguel straightens back up, standing over you and listening to your drunken rambling. Your mumbles. âCuz I think Peter is really nice and I think you and I can be friends⊠and I can be friends with your friends tooâŠâÂ
He doesnât understand what you mean. Towering over you and feeling so blocked up. Like heâs miles away from where he wants to be with you. He wants you to want him. Not think about Peter.Â
âUh⊠I think Peter likes you, yeahâŠâ He mumbles. Looking down at your face. The way it lights up and his heart falls. âReally? So we can all be friends?âÂ
His heart hurts, looking in your eyes. So confused, not knowing what to think. But wishing he could just kiss you right now and make your thoughts stop. Or to fill your thoughts with him. If he kissed you right now would you forget Peter ever existed? If he kissed you right now, if he laid you down and pumped into you until you were a crying trembling moaning mess like all those times before, would you forget Peter and think about him again?Â
âIâm sweatingâŠâ You huff, moving to get up off the bed and his arms come to steady you. âWoah woah slow down, sweetheartâŠâ The words ooze off his lips. His hands guide you before you reassure him you can walk. He huffs, watching you walk over to your closet. He sits down on the edge of your bed, head in his hands. Feeling pathetic and so lost. Not even knowing what to do at this point. Has he actually lost you for good? Will he actually only ever be your friend now?
Youâre sweating, pulling at the material of your hoodie and ripping it off over your head. Slipping your pants off and sighing in relief. Standing in your panties and bra by the dresser and looking for some comfy clothes. Your mind filled with the thoughts of being Miguelâs again. Youâre friends with his friends like any girlfriend would be. So whatâs stopping him? Whatâs stopping both of you from just being together again? Since youâve proven to him, you can fit in.Â
âMiguelâŠâ You hum, his head coming out of his hands and looking up at you. Eyes widening seeing you in just your underwear. Gulping thickly. âYes?â He whispers. Like beckoning to your call. Like a plea for you to just put him out of his misery already.Â
You walk over to him, trying to half haphazardly pull on a big t-shirt. His hands unable to stop themselves, coming up to help pull the material down. Youâre drunk. You donât know what youâre doing. This all just makes him feel somehow worse. Your body taunting him, teasing him with everything he needs and no way to get it.Â
Your hips slot between his legs, standing between them and getting closer. Fingers clenching into his shirt and smashing your lips against his. His fingers splay out, shock and surprise. His eyes wide and heart seemingly stops. Youâre⊠kissing him⊠youâŠ
Heavy breath through his nose and his eyes flutter closed. Kissing you back, feeling your eager tongue tasting like alcohol come into his mouth. Letting it swirl against his lips and his tongue. His big hands snaking around you, holding you for the first time like this in so long. You gasp and hum against his lips and a chill goes down his back. He must be dreaming.Â
But your hands go to his chest, pushing him back on the bed, and heâs so weak to you. His back hitting the mattress. He wants this so badly. Wants you more than anything in the entire world. You climb on top of him, clambering over his body, sitting on his abdomen and leaning down to kiss him again.Â
âWait-â
Heâs silenced by your lips, trying to be dominant and licking into his mouth. You never did that before. That was always him. But right now itâs like youâre hungry for him in the exact same way he was hungry for you all this time.Â
âI need youâŠâ You whisper, pulling back from his lips with a smack. His eyes wide and breath heaving. Itâs everything heâs ever wanted and yet itâs not right at all. âNo baby⊠you need to go to sleep⊠youâre drunkâŠâ He whispers, feeling so weak, his hands running up your warm bare thighs, like medicine. His cast is slightly scratchy on your thigh. Finally your body on his, your warmths feeding off of each other.Â
âNo please⊠say you want me, please you have to, donât you want to?â You whine. Leaning over him and kissing his cheek, burying your face in his neck. Heâs speechless. Doesnât know what to say or think. He thought you were done all this time. He thought you were pining after Parker.Â
âI want you⊠I do want youâŠâ He whispers before his mind can even think. His hands falling from your thighs and flat on the bed. It feels wrong to touch you this way. His love for you overshadows his own selfish need. You wonât remember this in the morning.Â
You wonât remember this in the morning.Â
âI love youâŠâ He whispers. Into your hair. Choking back a lump in his throat.Â
âMm?â You groan, pushing yourself up drunkenly on your hands, your hair dangling into his face under you.Â
âNothingâŠâ He whispers. Swallowing thickly and wrapping his arms around you again. Pulling you to his chest and hugging you. Keeping you there, knowing youâll pass out in a few minutes anyway and he can tuck you into bed safe and sound.Â
To be continuedâŠ
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The Surrogate: Part III
Miguel O'Hara X Peter B. Parker X GN!Reader (+18) Part one Part Two Series Content: Planned pregnancy, Breeding kink, PinV sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Web knotting, Aftercare, Possible Angst/fluff.
Miguel and Peter want a third child, and apparently they've run out of options. That is, except for you, their friend and colleague. They offer to cover everything, and the pay is life-changing. There's just one catch: they went to concieve naturally.
You woke up barely able to feel your own body. It was like you were just a head floating in a cotton void, soft, numb, and still. You breathed in and out through your mouth, lightly drooling on the pillow as your body regained feeling inch by inch, minute by minute.
In that sweet space between waking and dreams you felt nothing. You were just drifting away, awayâ
âCOME ON PAPA, HURRY UP!â
Your eyes shot open as a young girlâs voice echoed in from under your bedroom door.
God, you were so sore.
You were still Miguel and Peterâs spare room, or as theyâd declared it, your room.
You barely remembered falling asleep. You remembered vaguely that at around 2am youâd hit your limit, having taken both men approximately 3 to 4 times each, and Peter had tenderly made sure you were comfortable and safe before they both left.
You moved your leg across the bed and flushed as you felt it hit a wet patch to your left. Huh. Peter must have shifted you out of it so you could sleep. You didnât even want to think about how messy that side was.
You yawned and rubbed your face as you tried to gather your thoughts.
Well, it was done. Or at least, it was started. Youâd officially had sex with them both, multiple times, unprotected, while ovulating. It hit you quite hard how serious this was, how serious itâd gotten. Youâd had fun last night but now dawn was breaking, and youâd have to start planning your day, thinking about how every step you took their seed was in your womb right now, possibly creating some strange amalgamation baby.
It also hit you that⊠you wanted to do it again. You wanted them both, you wanted those two men on you, inside you, breaking the bed with their firm, aggressive thrusts, filling you until there was no more room.
Your face flushed violently. Youâd hoped youâd at least enjoy the baby-making part, since itâd suck to just have to put up with it for the money, but⊠you hadnât expected to enjoy yourself THIS much, right?
Right�
Was it, wrong, to enjoy yourself this much? You were supposed to just be here as their surrogate, their support, but you could feel your gut tightening at the thought of both men. You felt a small pang of anxiety. You knew you were supposed to be professional, so why could you not stop your mind from wandering?
Your concentration was broken when you heard voices from behind your closed door.
âShh! Shh, look- you deal with the girls, Iâll go make sure theyâre okay.â
That was Peter speaking, you thought. You could quite easily pick up his voice now. Wait, so both men were awake? Did they think you were still asleep? Then you heard something more.
âPAPA!â
That was the girls. They must have been dropped home this morning at some point while you were blacked out. You instinctively ducked beneath the sheets.
âYes, mi amor! Just a minute, go put your shoes on!â said another low male voice. Your heart fluttered a little; that was Miguel. He appeared to be calling to who you presumed must be Gabi, before he returned to whispering with Peter. âAy Dios mio- I meant to talk to them though.â
âIâll relay the message, big guy. Okay?â
âMm... Okay. Fine. Just⊠Come here, just, quicklyââ
You heard a soft, romantic moan as the two presumably kissed against the door. You couldnât see them, but it sounded like just a quick peck.
âMuy guapoâ you heard Miguel whisper, his voice just barely audible as it drifted under the door. âYou know, I kind of hope the baby is yours, biologically.â
âOh, really?â
You heard them chuckling and awkwardly shuffled yourself deeper into the sheets. âMhm,â Miguel confirmed. âYou make such cute babies. I want to see another one. Pedroâs bebito, eh?â
You felt like you shouldnât be hearing this, but⊠It was kind of nice, even if it was a little voyeuristic, and perhaps a little melancholic. Youâd been single so long yourself that to hear their soft, romantic platitudes in private was soothing on your own heart. Nobody got to see what they were like alone.
You heard them chuckling again, and this time the door creaked a little. They must be cuddling up against it. âBut I want another one of youâ Peter whined softly. âThe red eyes would be so cute. Little red-eyed baby? And the wittle tiny fangsââ
âOye, a tiny me will be a tiny nightmareâ Miguel chuckled in a whisper. âIâm just glad weâve got their genes to balance it out, if that happens.â
You blinked. They? Were they talking about you now?
âOh, true. Very true. Ah- I hope theyâre okay. I was SHOCKED they took as much as they didâ Peter whispered. You felt your face burn up a little as you shuffled down into the sheets, suddenly aware that they thought you were still asleep. You didnât want to come into their home and look like an eavesdropper.
âThey did a good job, we picked rightâ Miguel replied. He sounded happy, despite his professional sounding tone. âI agree, that uh- thatâs the one issue with it being a friend. I do feel bad about pushing too hard.â
âOo, but they liked you thoughâ Peter said, practically purring as their whispers continued. âI could feel it. My big stud did such a good job, you better be careful. Youâre gonna ruin them for anyone else.â
Miguel let out a slightly huskier chuckle. âWhat, you want us to keep âem?â
You felt your chest grow tight. Something about this whole thing was making you anxious. They were joking about, yes, but⊠Joking about keeping you? In what way? As the giggling died down, you finally heard Peterâs voice drifting beneath the door once more.
âTheyâre pretty arenât they?â Peter whispered as low as he could.
âAy, Pedritoââ
âNO, donât make that face! You know Iâm right!â
âMm⊠Yeah, yeah, I know, just- Donât make me jealousâ Miguel grunted. You heard Peter scoff and felt your face get redder.
Wait, jealous?
âDonât make you jealous? You big dummy- You donât get to look at them with those dark, brooding eyes and then get mad at me for it. Youâre my man, and I am yours, heart, body, and soul, but we both know, very well, that our friend is hot, and itâs making the whole thing easier. Mm? Okay? Okay, Mr big soft baby?â
You heard Miguel chuckling again, his soft, dramatic tone now gone. It seems Peter was good at calming him. âMm. Whatever. Maybe you have a pointâ he whispered.
âI always have a point, thank you. Hey, actually, speaking of, uh- I got some time before work if youâre taking the kids. If itâs an option, would you- like me to try and go with them again, orââ
âNoâ Miguel said firmly, quickly shutting Peter down. You tensed a little as you sank into the sheets. âNoâ he repeated, âI want to⊠watch, if you do. It⊠mm.â
Your face went bright red as you heard Miguel let out a dark, deeply sensual chuckle, the door creaking as he pushed Peter into it again. âYou both look, real pretty, when youâre moaning like that. Making me my precious little mjito. Eh? Lemme watch you make it. Donât tease me.â
You felt your insides flutter and pulse as you listened to Miguelâs filthy little comments about your breeding process, and from the sounds Peter was making he felt the same way.
âWe can try again tonight if theyâre willing. But remember, donât push them. They need to restâ Miguel said, and you heard him kiss Peter on the forehead. He must have noticed the time as he was suddenly talking much faster, eager to leave.
âExcuse me, sir, you went four times last night, I only went three. I tapped out first. Iâm not the one pushing themâ Peter quietly insisted. You heard Miguel chuckle again.
âMm. Okay, you got me there. I did a get a little⊠overzealousâ he admits, only for his words to be drowned out by the screams and shouts of their daughters. You could hear May and Gabi racing through the house. You felt a slight tug in your heart; you hadnât considered how you were supposed to interact with them yet either. You just sank deeper into the sheets.
âOkay, I gotta go. Hasta luego, mi amorâ you heard Miguel murmur, and after what sounded like one final kiss he was gone, calling to the girls to behave and follow. You listened to their voices growing distant until at last the apartment was silent, and only then did you let your guard down.
You collapsed into the sheets and grunted.
For a few minutes, you pondered the conversation youâd overheard in a bit of a daze. The way they talked about you was certainly flattering, which was nice, but, it made you feel weird inside too. It gave you a strange, almost bittersweet form of anxiety.
You buried your face into the pillows, unable to escape the way Miguelâs deep, sensual voice hung in your ears, or the way you remembered Peterâs breath on your back as he worked you, one hand on your neck and one on your hip, curving you like a bowstring.
âOh, fuckâ you mumbled to yourself. âIâm down so badâŠâ
âHi!â
You almost fell off the edge of the bed you flinched so hard. You spun and glared at the door, only to see Peter giving you that dorky half-smile with the bright, burning light of the sun at his back. You slowly forced yourself to relax.
âMy god⊠Ah- hey, Peter.â
Peter beamed down at you, his smile sincere. His hair was a mess and he was wearing pyjamas under a loose pink fluffy robe, both of which looked well worn at this point. The man liked the lounge.
âGood morning, good morningâ he said, practically purring as he crept in and sank down onto the bed beside you. You gazed up at him with curious eyes, trying hard to seem like you just woke up and didnât hear the two menâs intimate conversation.
âAh⊠ah, good morning Peterââ you said, stopping to give a fake yawn to sell it further. His soft, sympathetic coos informed you that it worked.
âOh! Look at you, so sleepy. Iâm sorry to wake you but I wanted to be sure you were okay and just, you know, go over some ground rules for today.â
You blinked and instinctively went to repeat what he said. âThe what? Ground rules for todaââ
âOH! But first!â
Before you could even finish your question, Peter had sprung up and hurried back out into the main house, his robe flapping around him as he went. You just chuckled to yourself. What a sweet man.
A few minutes later he threw himself back through the door, now preoccupied with a plate and a glass in his hand he was trying very hard not to spill. He crept over and carefully laid them down on the bedside table. Heâd brought you a very simple, plain bagel and coffee.
âHere, ah- this is what Iâd call, pre-breakfastâ he whispered. You blanched a little.
âPre, breakfast? Whatââ
âObviously I will feed you more!â he insisted, both hands raised as he sank down to his knees beside the bed. âOr, you can uh- feed yourself more later. The fridge is open to you. I stocked up over the weekend, I had to keep wrestling May out of there because she wanted to eat it all.â
You nodded along slowly as you began taking small bites of the bagel heâd brought. It tasted good, really good, perhaps homemade?
âMm- Youâre tryna feed me up, huh?â you replied mid-bite. Peter beamed.
âMhm! Gotta make sure youâre well taken care ofâ he said, his voice strangely affectionate. Seemingly unable to help himself his eyes roamed down to your belly beneath the sheets, his gaze darting a little, as if he could somehow see the process occurring inside you. It made you strangely shy.
Youâd been fine with the arrangement, of course, but it was weird to feel yourself being looked at like a broodmare. You felt how differently Peter talked to you compared to Miguel.
But then his head shot up, and he grinned at you again. âCan I see?â
âCan you see wha- AH!â
You squeaked as he pushed the sheets aside and physically threw himself onto your lower torso, burying himself into your stomach. He squished you hard, his hands grabbed fistfuls of fat and muscle to squeeze, as he held you taut to his face and lovingly smothered your bare skin.
âMM! Mm! You did so goodâ he hissed affectionately, the words flying from his lips as he raised his head. He found you utterly confused, frozen in surprise, with his hands still gripping you tight. âYou did goodâ he repeated in a whisper, his soft smile widening. âYou did really well. I mean really. The first time I tried to sleep with Miggy I think I nearly passed out. He was ah- a little less restrained back then, to be fair, butââ
He paused mid-ramble as he realized you were still frozen in shock, and his smile turned lopsided.
âAh⊠Sorry. Am I being too much?â he whispered. You instinctively shook your head, your eyes still unblinkingly fixed on his face. âN-No. No! No. itâs fineâ you stammered back. âJust- ah, thank you, I guess. I was a little nervous but it, went better than I expected?â
âMuch better! Much betterâ Peter reiterated as he sank down beside you. âYou did an excellent job.â
âMm..â You couldnât help but chuckle a little at his gleeful expression as you took another bite. âWell, again, thanks. So uh, what did you wanna ask, Peter?â
âOH!â Peter cried as he clapped his hands, âI just wanted to make sure you were okay! And also ah- oh, yes, make sure you know general rules for living here.â
âI know the rules Peter, I read the contract Miguel sentâ you scoffed a little.
âYou- you did? But- my god, it was almost 30 pages longâ Peter suddenly hissed, seemingly genuinely confused by the idea that you actually read the contract youâd been given. You rolled your eyes again.
âYes. I read it. I take my job seriously.â
âOh, I know you doâ Peter said, his voice still low but now taking on a slightly subdued flirty tone. âYou took me very seriously last night.â
âPeter!â
You gently slapped his thigh as he tried not to chuckle. âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Letâs start again. So⊠How are you doing?â Peter asked, holding his arms out as a gesture of goodwill. You huffed and gave him a tilted smile.
âHm. Iâm fine, donât worry. A little sore but not that bad, Iâll be better by this evening, I think. No bruises, no uh- lasting damage, you know.â
You noticed the way Peterâs eyes roamed a little as you mentioned the state of your body. They widened just a little when you mentioned being better this evening. âMhm. Mhm. Okay! Well, thatâs great then. So, I need to head off to work in a few minutes, but I wanted you to know the house is all yours. I can go wherever you want, you can use the kitchen to your heart's content, you can use the TV, the games console, we have a few books but uh- neither of us read as much as we should. Obviously, just, exercise the usual safety precautions you would with everything. We know you will, just- yanno.â
âPeter come on, itâs still meâ you scoffed. âYou donât need to talk to me like Iâm a total stranger.â
Peter pouted a little. âI KNOW, I know, but I rehearsed! Also if I donât talk professionally I will get VERY inappropriate very fast, soââ
âOkay! Okay. Gimme your prepared speech then, before you wind up balls deep in me againâ you teased, lightly punching his shoulder. The way his mischievous brown eyes narrowed in response made you just a little warm inside.
âMhm. Very funny. Like I said, youâre free to leave, obviously, I left you a spare set of keys on the kitchen counter by the fruit bowl. Everything in the fridge is available except the leftover empanadas and the big stack of unflavoured protein shakes, thatâs Miguelâs, he wonât get mad if you touch âem but he WILL give you that sad little disappointed pout and talk very curtly for the rest of the day so PLEASE avoid them!â
You couldnât help but chuckle at Peterâs warning. âOh, yeah, sounds about right. Donât worry, I wasnât exactly craving unflavoured protein shake.â
âGood, because theyâre disgustingâ Peter insisted, causing you to laugh again. He then gave you one final smile before noticing the time on the bedside alarm clock, and with a sigh, he pushed himself up. âOkay! Well, I gotta head out. You take care, okay? Iâll see you later!â
You raised your hand to say goodbye only for Peter to hurry off, leaving you alone in bed once more. You shifted a little awkwardly in the rich, silk sheets. âAh, sure thing, Peter. See you laterâ you said, your voice lingering in the empty air, and in the distance, you heard the front door slam shut.
âŠ
You spent the rest of the day getting accustomed to their house. You had a few days off work to adjust, luckily Miguel had ensured that, but already you were finding it a little boring without your friends.
Their apartment was certainly plush. You could admire it properly now; it had huge window walls overlooking the city, giving a perfect view of the moon rocket, the distant skyrise buildings, and of course the Spider Society HQ standing tall in its center. The windows initially surprised you since Miguelâs eyes were slightly sensitive to sunlight, but as you explored you quickly realized they were tinted with an almost invisible holographic sheen to stop the light from getting through in the same way.
They had a big open-plan kitchen and living room in the same beautiful modern shades of white and black. Everything looks very organized spare for the childrenâs drawings and toys strewn about the walls and floor. It seemed despite his need for perfection Miguel couldnât bring himself to impose the same thing on his and Peterâs daughters.
You kept having to jump over balls of webbing and plush spider toys to get to where you wanted to go. It was⊠almost endearing.
You were left to muse your position and slowly adjust. You made breakfast with the copious amounts of food in the fridge, and you made lunch in the same way. You dozed on the huge, plush couch with your legs up and a thick blanket covering you and caught up on your favorite shows.
As the day wound into the afternoon, a storm came over, blanketing the city in heavy rain and darkness.
You did what youâd usually do on a weekend day off, but⊠all with a slight niggling thought at the back of your mind. It was the thought reminding you of what youâd done, of what could be happening inside you right now. Miguelâs baby, or Peterâs baby, just- sitting inside you.
You had to wonder how your relationship would change when it happened. Youâd been naively certain nothing would change between the three of you after doing this, or after getting pregnant, but you were realizing that just couldnât be true. They were still your friends of course, without a doubt, but⊠You had a craving now. A craving for something new, something sweet. Something youâd eventually⊠have to give up.
Because you were their friend, here to do a job. Nothing more.
You didnât even notice your body drifting to sleep on the couch. As your mind went wild with a million scenarios you drifted off on the plush cushions, lulled by the rain, white noise, and warmth surrounding you on all fronts.
You only woke to the sound of childish giggling, something that was very unusual in your day-to-day life.
âShh! Shh, donât say anything!â
A strange, muffled voice filled your ears, forcing you to flutter your eyelids open.
You immediately yelped.
Mayday and Gabi were kneeling by the couch barely an inch from your face. The girls were grinning as they looked you up and down, and they giggled more when you tried to scramble backward.
âHI!â May squealed, waving her hand. You awkwardly raised your own. Oh god, what did you do? What did you say? Youâd forgotten that youâd have to engage with these two.
âI⊠H-Hi, thereâ you stammered. The girls began pulling on the couch as if trying to get closer.
âYouâre daddyâs friend, right?! Youâre here to give us a sibling, right?â May said, bold and unbothered in a way only a child can be. You felt heat rising to your face.
âI⊠Y-Yeah, I am. Your, dads told you about that, huh?â you said awkwardly. You were forced to make room then as the two girls sat beside you, eyeing you up with curious gazes.
âYeah! Dad said they gotta get your help to make it. I hope itâs a girl again!â May crowed. âYouâre here carrying the baby for them, right?â Gabi added, the slightly older of the two being more tactful with her response.
You slowly nodded again. âY-Yeah⊠Yeah, Iâm just- carrying the baby, since they canât.â
âSo, are you gonna be our parent too?â May asked loudly, already moving to braid and play with your hair. You grunted at the intrusion but felt too bad to make her stop.
âAha, ah- n-not quite, sweetheartâ you said with a nervous laugh. âIâm justââ
âIf youâre gonna be another parent then you have to take my side!â May blurted, putting her chubby hands on her little hips. âPapa tells me, I canât have sugar before bed, a-and daddy says I canât either! So if I have YOUR vote, then maybe I can win next time!â
You made mental notes in your head as you dumbly nodded; Okay, papa must be Miguel, and daddy was Peter.
âPapa wonât let you just out-vote them, Maymay, it's not how math works! Thereâs two of them and ONE of them, it doesnât work!â Gabi drawled, smugly folding her arms. May scowled and stuck out her tongue, something Gabi immediately returned. You awkwardly tried to butt in again.
âWell, Iââ
âWill you watch Bluey with me?â May garbled a little, gently slapping your arm as she sat down on your stomach without warning. You let out a soft oof, but couldnât help laughing, especially as Gabi settled at your head in a calmer, cross-legged position.
âAh- well, Iââ
âIf you watch Bluey with me, you can be my third parentâ May said, gently slapping your arm. Bit by bit, to your surprise, you smiled. Her energy and boundless joy were infectious. What a sweet kid.
âSureâ you said gently. âSure, okay, Iâll watch Bluey with you.â Â
May beamed at you, giving a gap-toothed grin with her big blue eyes and wild ginger hair covering her forehead. You smiled back.
âGirls! Girls, girls, come here you!â
As you stammered with surprise Peter suddenly appeared, swooping in to your rescue as he lifted the girls into his arms. He held both as they squealed and waved their arms. For a moment, you felt bad that youâd been interrupted.
âMi amors! My little demons, mmââ Peter chuckled as he kissed both girls on the cheek one after the other, going over and over until they squealed and begged him to stop.
âWhat did I tell you about pestering our guest? Now, did you at least say HELLO to daddyâs friend?â Peter said firmly, raising them both to look at you. May groaned while Gabi giggled.
âHi, daddyâs friend!â they both said in unison.
âHi, papaâs friend.â
That dark, husky voice filled the apartment, and while the girls squealed you felt your body melt at the sound. You watched Miguel slip in and throw his work down on the kitchen counter so he could scoop up his girls as they ran toward him. His stoic face softened and melted as he pulled the girls towards him.
âMi amors, mis pollitos, cĂłmo fue tu dĂa?â he whispered to them both, letting them tug on his hair and touch his cheeks with infinite patience.
You watched from the side as he talked to his daughters, feeling your heart melt even further at the sight. He looked so effortlessly calm here. While they vied for his attention though, he did shoot you one look. It was a glance only, but you swore you saw his lips tilt into another smile.
âPst, hey!â
You jumped and turned to see Peter leaning over you, a huge smile on his face.
âCome by our bedroom later, once the girls are asleepâ Peter whispered into your ear, instinctively making you freeze. Your face flushed.
âYou- oh, uh⊠Okay, sureâ you said, but before you could ask why heâd run off to blow raspberries on Mayâs cheek, tenderly lifting her up and swinging her around the living room. You watched them with a mixture of endearment and confusion.
Come by later? Did⊠did they want to go again?
It felt like a full age passed as you made your way through the motions of the evening. You ate with the family slightly awkwardly, making small talk where you could. Miguel made an effort to include you, as did Peter, but you still felt like an outsider sitting here while this family chatted and laughed and talked about their day.
You spent the rest of the evening in your bedroom, waiting until it went quiet. Once the girls were asleep, and at least a half hour after that, you decided to sneak out and see what was going on exactly.
When you approached their bedroom door you heard soft laughter inside, which made you pause. It felt strangely intrusive entering their home like this, even though theyâd asked for you. It felt⊠voyeuristic.
You paused for a second before forcing yourself to push it open.
âAh, there you are!â
The moment the door creaked open Peter looked over and beckoned for you to approach, his face spread into an eager grin. You took a moment to admire their room as you entered. It was gorgeous, a wide spread of blacks and reds and whites, with high ceilings and paneled walls and a walk-in closet with holographic attachments.
Their bed was huge too, one that was built for dual purpose. It was a bed built for a very large man who liked to move and get rough, who wanted space to throw his partners around, but also a bed with enough space for a whole family to cuddle in on a lazy morning.
Miguel and Peter were currently on the cough though.
You approached with a flushed face, surprised at how bold they were being. Theyâd clearly been messing around before you arrived, as Peterâs shirt was slightly torn at the hem and unbuttoned down to his pecs, and he had slightly bloody bite marks on his neck.
What you noticed the most though was Miguelâs very obvious erection beneath his pants, one that was throbbing a little beneath the fabric. You felt your body tense as his beautiful red eyes looked you up and down.
âSorry, ah- we werenât sure you wanted to come inâ Peter said as you approached, gesturing to his neck with a dorky half-smile. âWe didnât mean to get started early.â
âOh. Ah- no, itâs fineâ you murmured. Miguel just grunted.
âHow did you hold up last night, and this morning? Are you in any pain at all?â Miguel asked in that husky voice, putting Peter and his own arousal aside to lean forward and look you over. You flushed as his eyes undressed you in your pajamas, roaming up your legs, hips, and belly.
âN-No, no Iâm fineâ you insisted. He fixed you with a look to ensure you were telling the truth, then grunted his approval. âDid you settle in okay?â he then asked.
âY-Yes, it was all fine. The kitchen was, easy to use.â
âWere you comfortable?â
âY-Yes.â
âI donât mean for this to sound like an interrogation, hermosa/o, Iâm making conversationâ Miguel said, now raising both brows. You went stiff.
You hadnât realized how, after getting so stuck in your own head, youâd forgotten that you were friends. You knew Miguel and Peter. You used to talk so normally. You swallowed all of that down and let out a small, familiar chuckle.
âYour house is a mess, my guy, youâre- clearly baby whipped, those girls run this place, but⊠I can see why. Theyâre really sweetâ you said. Miguelâs smile widened, flashing a full fang.
âThere, thatâs betterâ Miguel chuckled in that husky tone. âI want you talking like that when weâre doneâŠâ
âSo, you⊠Wait, you do want to try again? With me?â you asked then, your eyes darting between the two. Miguel didnât nod, instead raising both brows as he looked you up and down.
âTry again?â he murmured back at you. Despite feeling like it was a reasonable question, his presence always made you feel a little dumb. You swallowed hard. âTry for, the⊠baby.â
âOhâ he grunted back, his eyes roaming for a second time. You froze up for one agonizing second before noticing that his lips were tilting into a smile. âI mean I guess, yes, but⊠It was more, whether you want to just, have fun, while we can.â
You almost squeaked. Wait, they just wanted to have sex for the hell of it?
âO-Only if you want to, of course!â Peter added quickly. Miguel grunted at him. âThat went without sayingâ he murmured, his low, calm voice a total contrast to Peterâs.
âNo, I⊠I mean, I doâ you said, the words coming out of your mouth just a little too quickly. Miguel smirked, and you felt yourself sweating all over again.
âDo you want me to make you cum again, hermosa/o?â Miguel asked smoothly, almost politely, in a way that made your knees tremble. His unwavering eye contact made you feel so damn small.
âOr⊠are you eager to get on?â
His slippery tongue whispering those last words sealed the deal. You felt your entrance clench as if tying itself in knots beneath the fiery gaze of his eyes, his faint smirk, the flash of a fang behind his lips. Peter watched with a hand covering his mouth to avoid showing his own smirk.
âI⊠I-Itâs up to you, Miguelâ you replied in a slightly stilted manner, stammering over your words. His eyes softened just a little.
âNo, hermosa/o. Itâs up to youâ he said, his sweet voice dipping into something more soothing. âThis isnât just about us.
You swallowed hard and got to thinking. The more you thought about last night, and the more you thought about how itâd felt to be held, crushed, filled, fucked to the brim by that enormous manâŠ
âI- just, wanna get onâ you said, panting slightly with the confession. Miguel grinned.
âThen get on, hermosa/o.â
Miguel lay back and let you and Peter jointly unbuckle and shift his pants down, letting his hefty cock spring forth with such force it almost scared you. Peter groaned at the sight, unable to stop himself from gently kissing Miguelâs neck like he was worshipping a God, and you were left to carefully strip your own clothes aside.
His eyes didnât leave you, not once. He was locked on as you stripped, and Peter wasnât much better.
âGorgeousâ he whispered, âyouâre doing so goodâŠâ
You mounted Miguelâs lap slowly, like someone trying to saddle up a horse that was much too large. It was almost intimidating to shift your legs around his thick, muscular thighs and clamber on.
He must have noticed this, because his huge hand came down to cup your rear for stability, taking a soft little squeeze of your right ass cheek as you tried to settle. Your resulting squeak of surprise made his member twitch with excitement.
âThere, hermosa/o, down you goâ he murmured, gently easing your hips towards his shaft. You felt it pushing up, the tip twitching for a second time as it started to bury itself into your folds. Another squeak escaped your lips, followed by a low, dull moan.
âYeah⊠Thatâs itâŠâ
Peter watched with his head on his fist, admiring how nervous you looked despite your arousal.
Miguel held you there, his red eyes darkening with arousal and amusement as he gently nudged his member at your clit, his claws digging into the soft fat of your rear as he gripped you in place. He let the smooth, velvety skin of his tip rub at that little swollen nub until you started to mewl.
âCome on, mi amor, donât teaseâ Peter said, but he was purring the entire time he talked. He pressed a few soft kisses to Miguelâs neck, something that in the swirling chaos of emotions you were already feeling caused a little pang of jealousy.
âGet me wet, then, and Iâll get to workâ Miguel grunted. You squeaked then as you were lifted up into the air by Miguel, almost like you weighed nothing despite your size, and Peter moved beneath you instead. To your private joy, he kissed your thigh before going down and eagerly swallowing as much of Miguelâs cock as he could.
His soft, breathy moans filled your ears and made you quiver, your cunt clenching with arousal at the sound, and especially at the look on Miguelâs face. That big man let his eyes roll, his tongue snaking out to lick at his lower lip and fangs only to let them quiver as he felt his thick, veiny shaft being sucked down.
âMmmfffâyeahâ he grunted hard, almost growling. Peter only took a few pumps before pulling back and coyly wiping his mouth, only to then use that same hand to give your right ass cheek a wet, firm slap.
âAlright, go on, giddy up gorgeousâ he panted, and without giving you a chance to even offer a snide rebuttal you were dropped down and thrust into hard by Miguel.
You were in too much shock to even scream. You just felt your eyes roll as your soul ascended, as that perfect, meaty, veiny shaft pumped its hot way into your cunt, smooth and wet with saliva and pre-cum. Your lips parted into a silent scream of ecstasy, as Miguel bit his lip until it bled to avoid screaming with you. You squeezed that throbbing organ like a fist.
Despite thinking youâd be the one riding Miguel refused to give up control for long. He started throwing his hips as he leaned back on the sofa, his arms behind his head as he threw you about like you were riding a bull. He made you bounce, made every inch of you jiggle with the force, his thick member punching at your cervix until you begged for release.
But you couldnât get too loud this time, so Peter was forced to tenderly cover your mouth and muffle your moans while checking to ensure you werenât uncomfortable.
âThere, good, good, well doneâ he purred in your ear, his breath hot and sweet as it stirred your nape. âGood.â
You were once again torn between Miguelâs violent, domineering thrusts, his thick pumps and sweaty, hairy thighs bucking up against you, his bared fangs and dark eyes, and Peterâs soft, kindly words in your ear as he nestled and soothed you.
It was when you felt your orgasm rising that you were once again met with something new. Miguel moved in too, kissing Peterâs lips before nestling into your cheek, as if the closeness aided in his arousal.
You could feel it yourself; his member twitching at your cervix, kissing your womb, closely followed by a full throb that rose up through the veins in his shaft and resulted in a little quiver. He was enjoying this too.
âMm⊠thatâs itâŠâ
You were in a total daze with both men on either side, nuzzling each other and then nuzzling you as you were jostled on Miguelâs lap. You could feel at that point that Peter was equally as erect, his own length twitching and making a mess of your thigh with his thick pre-cum.
As your glazed-over eyes met him, you saw his mischievous, hungry smile, his hot breath hitting your parted lips. You knew youâd be riding him next.
âMake that baby for us, hermosa/oâ Miguel whispered.
âMake us proudâ Peter moaned.
You knew, at that moment, that this was going to get messy. You also knew that, at this point, you didnât care.
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A collection of visdev work I did for Across the Spiderverse.
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The Surrogate: Part IV
Miguel O'Hara X Peter B. Parker X GN!Reader (+18) Part one Part Two Part three Series Content: Planned pregnancy, Breeding kink, PinV sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Web knotting, Aftercare, Possible Angst/fluff.
Miguel and Peter want a third child, and apparently they've run out of options. That is, except for you, their friend and colleague. They offer to cover everything, and the pay is life-changing. There's just one catch: they went to concieve naturally.
- One month later-
âBreakfast! Come on, wakey wakey!
You darted your head towards the door of your bedroom as Peterâs voice drifted through. Was everyone awake already?
You were standing half naked in your own little guest room, one you were very well acquainted with at this point. Your clothes filled the wardrobes and spilled out over the edge of the bathroom hamper, and the bed had your signature messy look to it. Your items were all over the bedside table, the bathroom smelled like your favorite body wash, and you could find your way to bed now even with the light fully off.
You also had been here long enough to know that call, and to know what the morning routine was.
You hurried to pull on some comfortable, lounging clothes before pushing your door open to join the rest of the household.
Peter was in the kitchen behind a smoky stove, busy cooking away for once. You were used to Miguel being the chef around here, at least for the girls. Neither of the boys were very accomplished cooks but they desperately wanted you to believe otherwise.
You could also see two little heads bouncing up and down beside him, heads which immediately homed in on you as you entered.
âY/N!â May squealed, her little socks skidding on the floor as she hurried around the counter.
âGood morning, ladiesâ you said, gently holding out your hands as the girls rushed towards you. Youâd gotten used to the way May would squeal and rush to latch onto your leg, and the way Gabriella would politely take your hand and jump up and down as she tried to tell you about her day.
This morning was no exception. The girls both cried for you from the kitchen where they were huddled around Peter, tugging on his trousers as he tried to finish loading up five plates worth of pancakes.
You could see he was sweating over the pan but he had the most infectious, patient smile on his face regardless, dressing in his loose shirt and pants with a tight pink apron around his waist.
As you approached Peter beamed and made a slight âohâ face. âOh, good morning! Hey, watch thisâ he called, and without missing a beat he tossed a pancake nearly a meter into the air before catching it again.
âCome on, am I getting good or am I getting good?â Peter crowed. He relished in your polite, slightly amused clap and the girl's squeals of excitement.
âYouâre going to make a mess, thatâs what youâre doing.â
Miguelâs gruff, smooth voice filled the kitchen as he entered from his and Peterâs bedroom. He was still in his pajamas a common sight for you now, with his hair messy and unkempt and a slight stubble on his jaw. It was a weekend, and heâd just returned from a long and vicious mission, so you understood his desire to relax a little. You knew Peter tried to enforce rest where he could.
âMy love- I made EVERYONEâS plates without spilling a single one!â Peter protested. He pouted up a storm but still melted when Miguel came up to kiss his temple.
âMhm. You got very statistically luckyâ Miguel purred back. âNow Iâd like you to stop being that luck runs out.â
âPapa!â
Miguel paused his teasing to scoop up May and Gabriella in both arms, kissing them both on the cheek before carrying them over to the dining table.
âYes, good morning mi amorsâ he said with a yawn, his face also endlessly patient as the girls patted at his worn, rough face. He even chuckled as May tried to trickle him, showing no response to her patting at his thick neck.
âAlright, come on, behave. What will our guest think?â Miguel added as he put the girls down in their chairs. May groaned.
âTheyâre not a GUEST anymore! Theyâve been here FOREVER!â she whined.
âA month isnât foreverâ Miguel said gently, âand even if it was forever, would that mean you can still be so rude in front of them?â
âYEAH! It does! Theyâre like you and daddy, they have to put up with usâ May insisted.
You couldnât help but stifle a giggle on the sidelines. The girls were so damn charming, it was so hard not to love them. Just like their dads.
âAlright! Sit, sit down, come on! Chop, chop!â
Peterâs impatient yelling and clapping drove you to rush to your seat, and as you did you got a chance to say good morning to Miguel. He bumped against you as you moved past him to your seat, and you got to watch as his eyes softened and creased. They roamed from your face, to your chest, right down to your belly, and there they lingered before rolling back up.
You felt your heart skip as he smiled.
âMi compincheâ he whispered. You snorted at the little nickname heâd given you over the past month, which was mostly a stand-in since they couldnât really think of what else to call you. âGood morningâ he added.
âGood morning, Migsâ you replied, only to be shoved into your seat by a huffing Peter.
âSit DOWN! No respect in this place!â he groaned while also shoving Miguel into his seat. The man could have overpowered him all too easily but he sank down just to appease his sulking lover.
âI know, I know. Iâm awful to youâ Miguel chuckled as he checked the news on a holographic tablet. Peter snorted and put on a pout.
âYou are! Anyway- good morning you lovely little thing, look at you.â The moment Peter turned to you his attitude changed, turning into another dorky smile as he laid down the first few plates.
âGood morning again, Peterâ you replied with a similar chuckle.
You ate breakfast with the family in relative peace. Miguel was quite quiet, busy checking the news and the Spider Societyâs daily going-on's while Peter chatted to May about her dreams and to Gabriella about her upcoming soccer game.
Miguel would interject to take notice every so often, still clearly concerned about the girls, but you knew enough now to know he showed affection in a more subdued manner to Peter. You could tell he looked contented though. Surprisingly contentedâŠ
âAlright! Come on, Gabiâs got practise, let's go!â
You were jolted from your daydreaming by Peterâs cry, as the man pushed back his chair and hurried to get the dishes in the sink before herding the girls away.
Ah, right. Theyâve got soccer practice, you thought. Iâll be home alone today.
The girls rushed off to get dressed, and while you got up to do the same, you were stopped.
You felt a thick, firm hand on your wrist, which then gently moved down to your fingers as if the person realized they were being a little too aggressive. You turned already knowing who it was.
âHey, hermosa/oâ Miguel said, his voice low and sweet. You smiled up at him.
âHey! Whatâs up? Is itââ
Before you could finish speaking you felt him slip something into your open hand, forcing you to grasp it. It felt like⊠a little cardboard box?
You rolled it around in your hand, your face growing more and more confused. It was long and thin, you could feel the soft raised brail points on its edgeâŠ
âIt- what is this?â you whispered after a few moments of confused pause.
Miguel met your gaze with glimmering, bright red eyes. They were overflowing with excitement.
âPregnancy testâ he whispered, like it was the most inane thing in the world. Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to stop yourself from instinctively touching your belly.
âYou- wait, already?â you whispered back.
Miguelâs eyes narrowed as he licked his fang, offering just a soft, almost amused grunt of confidence. âMm, compinche, I already told you. The first time will have done it. You were ovulating then, it should have been enough time to show up. So, go on.â
You found your chest growing oddly tight. Already? You were already expected to be pregnant?
Miguel seemed to sense your insecurity, as his own brows went up, but before he could ask if you were okay, you smiled back and nodded.
âOkay! Sure, no problem. Iâll um- Iâll check it this afternoon, whenever I need to pee, I guess. And- weâll seeâ you replied, quickly soothing his worries.
Miguel beamed down at you, and god it almost hurt. He looked so proud of you.
âMil gracias, mi compincheâ he purred back.
âŠ
You stared down at the little test your hands, sitting alone in the en-suite to your temporary room in Miguelâs apartment. It was isolated here, and youâd hoped it would be quiet, but you could still hear May and Gabi playing in the living room just a few doors away.
One line. Just one line on the thin blue test in your grip. You let out a slight sigh of disappointment.
It had only been a month, thatâs what you kept telling yourself, as your mind swirled.
Itâd only been a month. Why, then, did it bother you so much?
Youâd waited until the afternoon to take the test, as youâd somehow been too nervous to pee. Youâd drunk nearly three gallons of water beforehand but only now had it worked, and only when the whole family happened to be home again after soccer practice.
Youâd hoped to have time to prepare. Either to mentally prepare for this outcome or to prepare a surprise for the positive lines.
But nowâŠ
You crept out of the bathroom and peered into the living room. You could see Miguel and Peter were trying to teach May how to use her new web shooter to knock little plush toys off of the coffee table, while Gabi was mischievously throwing items in her way to distract her as she tried to web those instead.
You heard them laughing, and cheering.
Your stomach turned. Oh god. Were you about to ruin the good mood?
You slowly, shyly, closed the door, right as Miguel glanced at it.
You couldnât stand to face them yet.
You lost track of time pacing in the bedroom, going back and forth over the fine wood flooring until it squeaked. How did you tell them? It wasnât a big deal, right? It was normal, this was normal, but theyâd made it seem like you SHOULD be pregnant right now.
Oh god, what if they were disappointed? What if they hated you? What if they thought you werenât good enough for this?
You hated feeling this way about your friends, but youâd gotten so comfortable here, so happy, so content, and now⊠You remembered that you were here for a job. A serious job. And, it already felt like youâd failedâŠ
âCompinche?â
You jumped in place, your spine chilling at that familiar voice. You spun in place and found both Peter and Miguel in the doorway.
âHeeyy, pretty thing, just- can we, come in?â Peter said softly, his eyes as desperate as a puppy.
Your heart sank. You couldnât exactly tell them noâŠ
âAh- sorry, yeah, come inâ you murmured. The boys took the opportunity right away, swiftly shifting the door at their backs as they crossed the room towards you.
Miguel looked ecstatic but impatient. He seemed surprised you hadnât told them the moment you came out of the bathroom, confused as to why you werenât screaming and jumping for joy about his new baby.
Oh god, why, why, whyâŠ
âLook, hey, we have to get ready for dinner, but⊠We wanted to ask firstâŠâ
Miguel approached with his hands outstretched, the softest smile spreading across his face as he implored you. Peter was beaming at his back.
âItâs okay, the girls can find out laterâ he added gently when you refused to say a word. Your heart sank. God, it hurt so bad. He was expecting it already, like he was so sure itâd worked. He assumed you must just be shy about these things.
You couldnât get the words out. It was too hard. You paused, and then slowly you shook your head. You held up the little test to show the single line instead.
The way Miguelâs face changed was agony. The way his lips jittered, like he was forcing them to stay up. The way his body tensed and lowered. The way his shoulders just⊠deflated.
He was fixed on that line like it was his worst enemy, like it was a person whoâd personally spat in his face. He paused and went silent for just a moment as he wiped a hand down his face, and God, the sigh he let out was like a knife to the chest.
âOkayâ he whispered.
You pursed your lips into a thin line as you tried to stay calm. Why was this so hard? Why was he taking this so badly? It was just the first time. Still, you couldnât say it out loud. âI⊠Iâm sorryââ
To your surprise he then suddenly pulled you into an embrace, squeezing you tight to his huge chest. You felt so minuscule against his enormous form, tightly clutched in his giant biceps, feeling his pectorals heave as his heart thundered against your cheek.
His heart thundering⊠His breath a little raggedâŠ
Oh god, he wasnât mad. He was upset. But, was he upset with you?
âItâs okayâ he murmured, his chin resting now on the top of your head. âItâs okay. Itâs okay. You didnât do anything wrong. Iâll- try again, weâll try again. Weâve got time.â
You could only nod awkwardly. This felt almost unfair. Almost nobody just got pregnant within a month of trying, it wasnât this unusual. While Miguelâs confidence was fun and, in a way, sexy, the real pressure now mounting on you felt incredibly unnecessary.
But then he said something that really made you pause.
âI can do this.â
I can do this. Not âyouâ can do this, referring to you, or even âweâ. I can do this.
He didnât act mad, at least not towards you. Was he, angry at himself?
âHey, hey, itâs okay.â
Peter was the one who then rushed in and squeezed you so tight your ribs hurt, offering Miguel the same. Miguel was silent as he hugged him back.
âItâs fine! Itâs the first month, these things happen. It might even, just uh- show up next week, actually. Maybe itâs a little early. But either way, itâs normal. Itâs fine. Nobody did anything wrong, YOU did nothing wrong mi amor, and neither did you pretty thingâ Peter said, softly tutting sympathetically as he saw the pain in your eyes.
Miguel remained silent.
âWeâll try again tonightâ he repeated with a gruff tone, lightly rolling his shoulders as he forced that stoic, calm expression to fill his face. Peterâs smile faltered a little.
âIs that, okay with you?â
As he turned to you, you nodded desperately. âYeah! Of course, itââ
âIt is REALLY okay with you?â Miguel said, his voice suddenly sounding oddly vulnerable and concerned. âI donât- Ah, Iâm sorryâ he said through gritted teeth, wiping a hand down his face. âI donât- I know Iâm, putting pressure on you, itâs not my intention. Iâm sorry. I am. Just⊠are you really okay to try again tonight?â
You paused only for a moment in the face of his big, soft, puppy eyes, before nodding.
âYeah- yeah! Yeah. I am. Iâm fine to go again. Weâll start again, Iâll- track my periods, Iâll take the injections, it- itâll be fine.â
Peterâs sympathetic face turned into a grateful mess as his lip quivered, and Miguel too had his brows turn up with a look of what could only be pride.
â⊠Thank you, compincheâ Miguel murmured. He put a hand on your head, ruffling your hair before pulling back with a melancholic huff. âThank you.â
The two men left you as the girls started screaming for their attention. You watched Peter put a silent hand on Miguelâs back, as if propping him up when he barely had the strength to do so, before the two stepped out as if nothing had happened.
You remained, alone, in your room. This was going to be a long night.Â
âŠ
That evening you waited for Miguel and Peter to visit, and sure enough they appeared the moment the girls were asleep.
Miguel came in already half naked in just his pajama pants, while Peter was wearing his full loungewear. The two looked a lot less hopeful than they did the first night youâd been in this situation.
You gulped, trying not to show how nervous you were.
âPeter, mi amor.â
Miguel addressed Peter first before you, his eyes glancing to his partner as you sat alone on the mattress. Peter glanced at you then at him.
âYes?â
âMm⊠Weâll, both do it, right?â he said softly, a fang flashing beneath his lip as he licked his teeth. Peter nodded quickly. âYes, if- they want that.â
âAh⊠guys?â
You couldnât stop yourself from speaking up as they glanced at each other, but when they looked down at you in unison you felt the lump in your throat grow.
You were a mess of arousal and nerves, far worse than the last night. The sight of those huge men, powerful and relying on you, with those soft brown eyes and dark red eyes both peering at you like meat in the dim light, you felt your body stiffen.
âSorry, Iââ
âNo, no donât apologize.â Miguel raised his hand and gently cut you off. He looked strained over something, but when he spoke to you, he was as gentle as ever. âYouâre fine. Itâs okay, just- We were saying, I wanted Peter to help with the, uh, foreplay first before getting into it, sinceâŠâ
Miguel paused and glanced at Peter again, who gently nodded for him to continue. âHeâs⊠agreed, I will be the only one having sex, with you, tonightâ Miguel said after a small pause, his voice dripping as it slipped from his lips.
You blinked in surprise at that. Itâd just be Miguel tonight? Even after the bad news with the baby? Surely theyâd both want to be taking turns even more now.
âI⊠Oh, sure, no thatâs- fine, thatâs fineâ you murmured.
âItâs not because I donât want toâ Peter said, offering an awkward tease in the face of the weird tension filling the bedroom. âTrust me, I uh- would love to, but, papi here requested it.â
You glanced up at Miguel and saw that same look in his eye youâd seen before, that dark, red, glowering glare that seemed both so overly confident and so insecure at the same time. It was a look of desperation, a look of need. You felt his eyes on you like a drowning man swimming towards a pocket of air.
What had gotten into him?
You breathed in deeply and slowly nodded.
âYeah, of course. Thatâs fine. Thatâs, fine. Iâm fine with thatâ you reply slowly.
Miguel gave a curt nod, a contended, affectionate nod, and without another word, he crawled onto the bed.
As Miguel descended on you, he stank of hormones. He had a dark expression, one clouded with testosterone and primal need, and it was like that need was seeping through his pores, coating his rough, scarred skin in a light sheen of pure virility.
When he flexed his veins popped on his forearms, his biceps tight and round. He didnât even need to speak for you to back down, cowering on your chest as he put his nose to your neck. He breathed in deep, and you shivered.
âMm⊠Okay, weâll do your favorite, si?â Miguel purred against your nape. You nodded.
âYeah, y-yeahâAH!â
You squeaked as Miguel lifted your hips without even moving his face or body. He spread your legs by slipping his muscled arm between your thighs and lifting you by the cunt, raising your hips about a foot from the mattress, allowing Peter to slide down beneath your pussy.
âGoodâ Miguel purred against your neck again. âGood, good.â
âThatâs it, pretty little thing, come down gently now. Donât you worry about suffocating me either, if you do itâd be an honorâ Peter said as he carefully took over maneuvering your hips from Miguel. The larger man released your soft, wet vulva from his grip with a soft grunt, and Peter took the weight with both his hands.
He breathed on you a few times, teasing just a little as he blew hot air against your swollen clit, but he could only hold off for so long.
With a low moan, he dropped your pussy onto his face.
âA-AH! Ahh, f-fuckâ you whimpered.
Peter moaned as he began swirling his tongue, eagerly sucking and slathering your clit with all the love he could muster, while Miguel moved his hand back down and carefully shifted it through the folds until he found your entrance.
He didnât waste time on ceremony. He slipped one finger in, pumped, dragging the soft side of his finger right down your g-spot, then withdrew and replaced it with two fingers.
You screamed. You could do nothing else. The walls were thankfully very soundproofed, so it wasnât an issue, but even if it had been you werenât sure youâd have had the strength to stop.
âOH- O-OH MY, GOD, FUCK!â
Between Miguelâs thick, calloused fingers pumping in and out and Peter eagerly making out with your clit in the messiest way possible, you melted into absolute putty in their hands.
Miguel grinned. You felt it against your neck, his lips pulling back and his sharp teeth bumping your nape as he breathed. His breath was hot, potent, desperate.
He began to move his fingers harder. With each pump you got a little looser, a little wetter, and soon his fingers were squelching as they moved in and out.
âGood, come on. Thatâs it, babyâ Miguel whispered against your ear. He was commanding you like a horse, like an animal to be trained, and it did something to you. âGo on, thatâs it. Loosen up. Itâll make it easier.â
âU-Uh, f-fucckkk, fuckââ
Your eyes rolled as Miguel pulled back a little and pulsated his fingers at about halfway, keeping the tips on your g-spot. Peter, sensing the movement, quickly moved to suck on your clit at exactly the right time.
With a dull, frantic cry you orgasmed for the both of them, your body shaking with the strain of every muscle slowly tightening and then releasing with that heavy wave of pleasure. Peter dragged your hips down until you were crushing him, cutting off all his air just so he could get his tongue right up into your cunt, tasting every inch of that orgasm as it quivered to a stop.
Miguel let his fingers stay just long enough to feel it, to help squish some of those precious juices down for Peter to taste, before abruptly pulling out.
Your body was limply rolled off of Peterâs face and onto the bed, still on your front, and after supplying a few soft, soothing pets and gruff praise Miguel moved to whisper at Peter.
âIâm going now. Okay?â he hissed.
Peter was barely lucid. His eyes were glazed over, his lips and face red and wet, and his cock was hard and throbbing in his loose pants to the point he had to half-heartedly adjust them, pawing at his own erection with a soft whine.
âO-Okay, ah⊠I- can Iââ
âYes, mi amor, you can watch and satisfy yourself. Or, you can wait for me to be done andââ
âNo. No, lemme- watchâ Peter whined, a dreamy smile spreading over his face. âUh⊠I should take some pictures of this sometimeâŠâ
Miguel grunted, not even really focused on him anymore. All he could sense was you, all he could smell was you. His breedable friend, his baby machine, the foundation of all his pride.
He crawled over and pulled your hips up into doggy before mounting from behind.
âNow⊠Iâm going to fuck youâ Miguel said, his voice slow and thick. âYou understand?â
âY-Yesâ you whimpered.
âYou want me to fuck you?â
âY-YesâŠâ
âIâm going to fuck you multiple times. I will ejaculate into you, multiple times. I will not let you lose any of it. You understand this?â
âY-YessâŠâ
âItâs going to be roughâ he groaned, pressing the tip of his erect cock right against your sodden entrance. âVery rough.â
âYesâŠâ
âI will stop. But if you can take itââ
âI can⊠take it, please, just⊠uh⊠do itâ you moaned.
Miguel sneered with pleasure. His pride bristled, and without wasting another second he spread your cunt with his fingers and shoved his cock inside.
You were winded by the force, and winded a second time by his refusal to start slow. The moment his erection slid up and kissed your cervix he was pumping like mad, grunting like an animal as he thrust his hips back and forth.
You were forced to moan into the sheets as you struggled to maintain any control. He was slipping himself all the way out, so far that only his bulbous member was left to stretch your entrance, before slipping back in within barely a second, stretching you out over and over.
You felt the soft walls stretching, expanding, tensing, and quivering in response to his intrusion, as he made your body his, as he molded you for his purpose.
And he made that purpose clear.
âNeed to⊠cum⊠Mmm⊠need to, fill you⊠put my baby in hereâŠâ
Miguelâs barely coherent grunts filled your ears as he bent your spine and slapped his pelvis into your rear, making the skin hot and raw where he hit it.
âMy⊠babyâŠ. Mine⊠m-mine⊠youâreâŠ. mineâŠ!â
His grunting got wilder, rougher, and between that and your own moaning there was a third voice filling the bedroom. You glanced over, and through the sweaty strands of hair covering your eyes, you saw him.
Peter was watching, as promised, lazily spread out as he stroked and fisted his own cock. It was a gorgeous side, with his pajama pants just down to his thighs and his hand eagerly massaging his member.
And his eyes were fixed on you.
You felt the heat rising in your belly from this, as you were held down and pumped by that enormous, grunting, red-eyed man while his partner watched and stroked himself.
You made eye contact with Peter just for a moment, as he watched your sweaty face taking his partner's load, and with a shuddered groan he came.
You watched his eyes roll back and his lips part as he ejaculated into his own palm. God, what a pretty sight. There was so much of it, thick and slick and glossy in the dim light, coating his fingers and belly. It made you involuntarily clench your cunt around Miguel.
âY-You, AH-!â
You squeaked as Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting harder as he also climaxed. You felt his claws digging into your hips as he humped that first load in as deep as he could, ensuring it filled every damn inch of your pussy, smothering the walls until they were practically stuck together.
As he rocked to a halt you took a moment to breathe. There. That was good, heâd done it. And heâ
âUh- come on!â
You squeaked in shock as Miguel began to rock his hips again, barely a second after he was done ejaculating. He continued to pump just as hard, pushing you face-first into the mattress as sweat flew from his brow.
âCome onâŠ. Come onâŠâ
It was like a mantra he hissed to himself, as he overrode his brain's desire to rest. There was no rest. There was only breeding. There was only you, and that womb, that he NEEDED to fill.
âCome on- come on- come on-â
Your soft cries were barely audible over the creaking of the bed, over the aggressive slap of his pelvis as it thrust and smacked into your rear until it went numb.
âCOME ON- UHNââ
You felt Miguelâs whole body stiffen and release as he pumped that second load in. The hot, thick fluid seeped out and put even more pressure on your insides, forcing those soft muscular walls to strain. You squirmed a little.
âM-Mmm, mmâŠâ
No, no, you could take it. You could take it.
Miguel paused to grunt, his face now dripping with sweat and his thighs trembling from the pleasure of two ejaculations so close together, but even then he refused to stop.
You could only respond with a squeak as Miguel started pumping you all over again, violently rocking his hips as he pushed through the overstimulation and went for loads three.
âAH! A-Ahââ
You tugged on the sheets so hard they nearly ripped as he thrust from behind, the smack of his hips letting out a dull, heavy thump that ripped through the room. He was groaning so hard, spitting and hissing involuntarily, his claws digging into your hips as he dragged you back against his cock.
âUh- uh- uh- uh- UH- UH- UH- !â
Thrust, after thrust, after mind-numbing thrust, untilâ
âARGH! F-FUCK!â
Miguel cried out weakly as he orgasmed for the third time in a row. He moved primally as he did so, his body bucking despite his exhaustion as he tried to pump it deep. You could only whimper.
You felt this load just like the others, in all of its terrifying potency. That thick, wet, hot seed spilling out and coating you from the inside, pressed right to your cervix with no escape. He was holding you against his pelvis and refusing to pull out, almost like some kind of basic form of knotting.
âHey, hey, big guy.â
As Miguel knelt over you, sweating and heaving, his chest dripping and slick, Peter crept up and gently gripped his shoulders.Â
âHey, itâs okay. Take a breatherâ he whispered.
âNeed, to⊠need to, proveâŠâ
Miguel continued slowly rocking his hips, pushing past the overstimulation until his muscles were tensed and aching. He kept moving inside you, squishing until his cum started to slip out, which only drove him more mad.
He moved his hand down and used it to squish the little white drops back inside, all with his fat shaft still impaling you in place. You whimpered at the sudden extra intrusion.
âNeed to⊠Impregnate.. God, damn it..â
âMiggy, heyâŠâ Peter continued stroking Miguelâs forehead as he continued rocking back and forth, pushing you until you whined. The pressure was immense. His cock, three loads
âGive them a break, then.â
That seemed to snap Miguel out of his trance. He glanced down with those hazy red eyes and he saw you spread out beneath him, trembling from the strain of being taken so many times so fast. He saw the sweat on your skin, the shimmering glow on your skin, and the wetness of your parted lips.
Almost immediately he released his grip.
âI⊠Mierda, Iâm so sorryââ
âNo, Iâm⊠f-fineâŠâ you whimpered. âIâm, not hurtâŠâ
âNo, but, you are clearly exhaustedâ Peter cooed softly. âItâs okay. If we really want to try again, we can, just⊠letâs rest.â
âButââ
âI knowâ Peter whispered softly, his own melancholy seeping through. âI know. You both want this baby. A lot. I know. I want it too. But this isnât going to change anything. So letâs just, rest for a moment, and go again. Okay?â
At that moment, Peter was the gentle voice of reason for both of you.
Miguel let out a soft grunt, but he did pull out slowly, making sure to keep his fingers and palm stuffed in the little swollen entrance between your thighs to keep his seed safely intact. You allowed your body to collapse into the sheets with a sigh.
His fingers made you jolt and whine on occasion, but, you could handle that.
The three of you lay back and moaned softly, trying to catch your breath, with Peter hugging both of you close.
As Peter held you, you couldnât help but glance over at Miguel just a little, though you tried to keep your gaze hidden.
You were so confused by the insecurity youâd sensed in him. There was no other way to put it. Before heâd been so confident, so sure, so calm, like he was just messing around, but now⊠There was an urgency in his movement.
There was a need. That was the best word for it. But, it wasnât just a need to get you pregnant. Not now.
There was a need to prove himself.
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i want to give a bit of info to everyone who only knows miguel from the movie:
âąhe is not a vampire! his fangs are from his spider dna and are filled with paralyzing venom :) fun fact: the size of his fangs makes him mumble so other people don't see them while he's talking!
âąhe wasn't bitten by a spider like most spider people! spider dna was atomically spliced directly into his genes making him 50% spider
âąhe doesn't stick like other spider people! he uses the talons on his fingers to climb around and such! fun fact: these talons can easily slice through solid metal :)
âąhe doesn't have a spider sense! instead, all of his senses are majorly enhanced!
âąyes! he always moves like that! he automatically moves like a feral monster because that's what he is!
âąhe has a fiancĂ© named dana and a little brother named gabriel! they are the two most important people in his life :) fun fact: gabriel recognized that it was miguel in the spider suit the first time he saw him in it!
âąhis eyes are red because they can see in major details and in complete darkness. fun fact: this makes his eyes super sensitive to light, which constantly gives him migraines :)
âąyes! his ass is that huge in the comics, too! everyone in the comics are always commenting on it ^^
âąmiguel is irish/mexican :)
âąhe is NOT the original spider man of his universe! there was a peter parker in the past before the year 2099
just wanted to clear up some facts about him movie onlys may have misconstrued ^^
#wow i talk#miguel o'hara#spider man#spider man across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#spider man 2099#miles morales#gwen stacy#so on and so forth
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//spiderverse 2 spoilers
#spiderverse#spider man across the spider verse#spider man#miles morales#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#artworks#spiderverse spoilers
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Miguel OâHara is so đ„
#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#illustration#artists on tumblr#fanart#digital art#fandom#art#artist#marvel#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#oscar isaac
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