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Phantom of the Spider Society

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

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Warnings: Fluff, Smut, PiV, breeding kink, mask kink, size kink, choking, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, overstimulation

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You and Miguel celebrate Halloween with the Parkers dressed as The Phantom of the Opera and Christine, but seeing how incredible you are with Mayday, makes him realize he wants a family with you.

A/N: This is dedicated to @stclairesplace! All credit for the art goes to Marbipa on twitter! Happy Halloween!

The last time Miguel celebrated Halloween was with Gabriella, and before that, it was during his childhood. As he shared this with you, you couldn't hide your shock and disbelief. Halloween was, without a doubt, one of your favorite times of the year. The thought of not fully embracing the magic and fun of the season was almost inconceivable to you.

After months of pleading and coaxing your grumpy fiance, he finally agreed to join you in celebrating Halloween together in a couple’s costume. The excitement and anticipation in your heart were hard to contain, immediately meeting with LYLA to create your costumes.

"We've got to go, Mig!" you shouted from the living room, the excitement in your voice evident. "Peter B said Trick o' Treaters are gonna show up around now!"

"I feel ridiculous," Miguel grunted from behind the closed door.

"Just open the door and let me see," you urged with a playful tone.

The door creaked open, revealing the tall, muscular man who had reluctantly agreed to dress up for Halloween. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes studied the way his muscles were prominent in the tight button-up shirt and vest. The white mask, covering half of his face, added a sexy air of mystery to his ensemble. Miguel might have felt ridiculous, but you couldn't help but feel a rush of desire as you took in his costume.

“Phantom of the Opera? Really?” He teased.

You closed the gap, allowing your fingers to come up and dance across his chest. “Mmhmm.” You hummed, distracted by how hot he looked.

As Miguel stood there, his mind wandered away from his costume, and instead, he found himself studying your form. The way your breasts looked, pushed up by the corset you wore, left him in awe. "Mí Hermosa," Miguel whispered, his gloved hand tenderly cupping your cheek. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice like a sweet melody in your ears.

Miguel slowly bent down, his lips seeking yours in a long and passionate kiss. His tongue gently nudged your lip, silently begging for entrance, and you willingly accepted, your mouths entwined in desire. The kiss quickly escalated, growing heated as your tongues explored each other with a hunger that couldn't be denied. The moan that escaped your lips blended with Miguel's. You could feel his cock grow hard in his pants against you, making you even more wet.

Reluctantly, you broke the kiss, though Miguel's lips continued to protest, capturing stolen kisses as you tried to regain your breath. "Miguel," you whined, your body quivering under his touch as he left hickies on your neck. "We can't," you moaned.

With all of his might, Miguel slowly backs away. “We should cancel.” He says breathlessly.

While canceling to fuck Miguel all night long sounded incredible, you shook your head no. “It’s Mayday’s first Halloween- it's our first Halloween. We gotta go.” Your frown matches Miguel’s.

“Fine.” He sighs, giving a tug to his trousers to relieve the pressure his hard-on was giving him. As you turn to grab the red rose to put in your hair, Miguel smacks your ass, unable to control himself.

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Queen, New York

Mayday's high-pitched screams filled the air as the hexagonal portal crackled to life in the hallway of the house.

"Hey!" Peter B shouted from the kitchen, his voice full of enthusiasm. "I'm glad you two could make it!"

As you and Miguel emerged from the portal, Peter B greeted you with open arms, his superhuman strength making the hug. He swept you up into an embrace, the excitement of the moment evident in his cheerful demeanor.

"Hi, Peter!" you giggled as you dangled in the air.

"Oooo! Phantom of the Opera?" MJ asked as she greeted you, her eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Mmhmm!" You nodded with a mischievous smile. "Specifically, The Point of No Return scene." You gestured to your costume, complete with dramatic makeup and Miguel’s mask.

Miguel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he took in the Parker’s costumes. "And what the fu- heck are you two supposed to be?" he asked, a reminder that there was a little girl at his feet.

Peter proudly lifted Mayday, showing her off. “Chucky!” Her wild red hair styled matched the murderous doll's.

MJ joined in, her voice playful. "So were her murder victims." She gestured to the plastic knives attached to their outfits, and fake blood dripping down their clothes.

Miguel slowly nodded, a mixture of amusement and unease in his expression. "That's a little creepy," he admitted, his eyes darting between the costumed trio.

DING DONG

Miguel smiled as he watched your face light up in the corner of his eye. “Trick or treaters!” You cheered.

For the rest of the night, you and Miguel took on the role of generous candy distributors, welcoming dozens upon dozens of excited children to the house as Peter and MJ took Mayday trick or treating. Your eyes sparkled with delight every time you spotted someone in costumes that resembled either yours or Miguel’s suits. You couldn't resist sneaking extra candy into their buckets, making Miguel chuckle each time. Miguel's heart swelled with affection as he watched you interact with the children, your playful nature and quick wit making them laugh and filling their faces with the most enormous smiles. He was captivated by your ability to connect with the young ones, and he couldn't help but imagine how incredible of a mother you would be one day.

As the night wore on, Peter B and MJ came home to make dinner. While they had their hands full, you hoped on Mayday duty. Miguel found himself admiring you even more. You had a natural way with Mayday as she would babble to you about nothing which you happily responded to converse together.

“Oh, I hear that!” You nodded your head in agreement as Mayday made angry noises.

“I agree! Your mom and dad are very selfish for eating your candy.” She continues to make random noises.

“Well to play devil’s advocate, I have heard a few rumors that you’ve been biting mom’s nipples.” You say giving her a playful scolding. “Maybe she deserves a fun-sized Snickers or two.”

Mayday screams before continuing her rant. “Hey, don’t get mad at me, I’m on your side, girlfriend!”

Amid the absurd conversation and playful banter, Miguel watched you from the other side of the room, his attention seemingly focused on Peter B's storytelling. But in reality, he was captivated by the way you effortlessly engaged with Mayday's imaginative nonsense.

He couldn't help but smile as he observed you, your eyes filled with amusement and affection as you encouraged and entertained the baby. It was a simple yet heartwarming sight that warmed his heart.

At one point, you found yourself dancing in the living room, holding a peacefully sleeping Mayday in your arms. Miguel couldn't resist the tender moment and walked up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. The two of you swayed together in this intimate moment, the love and warmth enveloping you like a cozy embrace.

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"I love you," Miguel whispered, his voice a gentle caress, as he held you in his arms, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping baby.

You leaned your head further back, your ear pressed against his chest, allowing you to hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. "I love you, mi amor," you softly replied, your voice filled with warmth and love.

Carefully, you turned in his embrace, making eye contact with his handsome, half-masked face. A soft smile formed on Miguel's lips as he leaned down, his eyes filled with tenderness, and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, leaving only the two of you.

“Hey- oh sorry!” Peter covers his eyes as he interrupts your kiss.

“Yes?” Miguel says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I was just gonna put Mayday down for the night while MJ stuffs her face with the leftover candy.” He says as he carefully takes the baby from your arms. “Thank you two again for helping out. Maybe we can do this again next time.”

“Of course, Pete.” You smile before putting the coordinate in your watch to go back home. “We should get going anyways.”

As the portal opened beside you, you walked up to Peter, affectionately kissing his cheek, and then Mayday's, who was still peacefully sleeping in his arms. Miguel gave Peter a nod of goodbye, a silent expression of gratitude for the memorable Halloween.

Before you and Miguel stepped into the portal, Peter spoke up with a mischievous grin. "Maybe next year, you guys will have a friend for Mayday to play with."

Peter’s playful comment caused a sudden rise of heat in your and Miguel's faces, the idea of expanding your family together making your hearts beat a little faster. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, you and Miguel stepped through the portal, leaving Peter and Mayday behind, his chuckle following you as you through.

As the two of you emerged from the portal, returning to the familiar living room of your penthouse, you couldn't help but turn around and jump on your tiptoes to reach Miguel's cheek. With a swift and gentle motion, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, catching the Spider-Man by surprise.

"Thank you for tonight," you whispered, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

As you turned to walk toward the bedroom, Miguel's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, causing you to twirl around to face him. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours in a fiery and passionate kiss. The unexpected surge of desire and longing between you and Miguel ignited in that moment, the pent-up emotions from the night and the intensity of his desire, emitted through his lips.

"I wanna have a family with you," Miguel whispered against your lips, his voice filled with heartfelt longing.

You broke the kiss, your eyes filled with surprise and delight. "R-really?" you stammered, your heart pounding with emotion.

Miguel nodded, his smile growing wider with each passing moment. "Yes, mi amor. I love you more than anything. Seeing you with Mayday made me realize, I can’t wait any longer." His gaze was filled with love and hope. "What do you say?"

Your response was immediate, and your voice was filled with elation. "Yes!" you cheered, unable to contain your excitement. "I want it; I wanna have a family with you."

Miguel reciprocated your gleaming smile, his eyes shining with happiness and love. Without hesitation, he lifted you into his arms, holding you close as you’re lips molded together. Your legs wrapped around Miguel’s hips, trying to get as close as possible as he walked to of you to the bedroom.

As Miguel’s knees feel the bed in front of him, he slowly leans forward, to lay you on the bed. “Mine.” He moans as his lips move down to your neck.

Your moans cause Miguel’s cock to grow harder. Needing relief, he ruts against your clothed pussy. The sensation of him against your clit makes you gasp.

“Fuck, Mig!” You moan, bucking your hips for more.

“Patience.” He growls, biting and sucking your neck as his hands work to unlace the corset.

Miguel’s lips move to the top of your breasts, nipping at the soft skin. As he grows frustrated with the string of the corset, he gunts before saying, “I’m sorry, Hermosa. It was a beautiful costume.” You quirk your brow in confusion until sudden and loud tears fill the room as Miguel tears the corset and dress in half in one go before your panties.

You gasp in shock, only for it to become a moan as lips make quick work of your nipples. His mouth and tongue focus on one while his hand pinches and flicks the other before trading.

“Baby,” You whine.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“I need more.” You beg.

Miguel looks up at you as he sucks on your nipple. “Yeah? What do you need?”

“I need you to play with me.”

“I am.” He replies with a devious smirk.

“Fuck, baby, I need you to fuck me!”

Miguel shakes his head, bringing his lips back up to yours. “You're not ready for me, yet, pretty girl.”

You whimper as Miguel continues to rut into your core. Your hands move up to unbutton the tight vest and shirt as he passionately kisses your lips. Once his muscular chest and abs are exposed, your hands move south, tracing his v-line.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Miguel smirks into the kiss as your fingers attempt to unbutton his trousers. “These…” He takes your wrists into his hands. “Stay here.” He demands as he places them above your head.

As Miguel moves to take the mask off, you stop him. “Wait!” He cocks his head to the side in confusion. “C-can you keep it on?” You ask timidly.

Miguel smirks as he places it back over the side of his face. “You want me to fuck you in the mask?” He hums, causing your walls to flutter with excitement,

“Ye-yes, please.”

“Alright then, Chiquita,” Miguel whispers pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Agonizingly slow, Miguel kisses down your naked body once again. “Fuck, Miguel.” You whine again as he massages your thighs.

He grins as become level with your soaked pussy. “Look at you, baby girl, you’re dripping for me!” Miguel groans as he licks his lips.

“Please,” You whimper, feeling his warm breath on your sensitive clit.

“Please, what?” Miguel innocently teases. “I can’t do anything until you tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please play with my clit! Make me cum all over your face and fingers! I need it!” You whine.

“Good girl,” Miguel growls before diving into your wet cunt, lapping up every drop of your arousal. “Fuck!” He moans into you as you squirm beneath him. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your legs shook with pleasure on Miguel’s shoulders. He ate you out like you were his last meal. “Ah, oh, fuck! Just like that!” You screamed as your hands gripped the bed sheets.

“Yeah?” Miguel moans into your clit, the vibrations adding to the stimulation. “You want my fingers, baby?” He asks as he teasingly guides a finger up and down the entrance of your pussy.

“Yes!” You beg. “Please, Miguel, plea- ah!” Miguel cuts you off, shoving his thick middle and ring finger into your soaking pussy.

Having memorized every inch of your body, he curls his fingers to play with your G-spot. He doesn't need to ask if he found it as your intensified moans and the way you arch your back into him, are enough to know he’s making you feel incredible.

“Come on, baby girl. I know you're getting close.” He says as his tongue flicks your clit. “I can feel your pretty pussy getting so tight for me.”

“Oh! Oh, fuck, Miguel! I’m so- so close, baby! Don’t stop.” You pleaded, feeling your orgasm nearing even closer.

“You can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” Miguel demands. “I need it. I need to taste you. I need to feel you cum around for me.”

Miguel’s words of encouragement are enough to break you, sending pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans echo through the penthouse, loud enough for any passing Spider-Person to hear how good Miguel is making you feel.

“Good girl.” Miguel coos as you calm down from your high. “So good for me.” He crawls back up your body to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“I love you.” You moan into his lips.

“I love you.” He replies before flipping you over onto your stomach. You let out a gasp in surprise as Miguel manhandles you. With your face in the bed and ass in the air, you feel his hands run along your skin, massaging and worshiping your body. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice was deep with lust. “Are you ready to take me, Hermosa?”

A shiver runs down your spine as you hear Miguel take his pants off and feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “Yes, baby, I need you to fill me up.”

“Good girl.” He groans as he pushes the head in.

It was hard to get used to Miguel’s size. His thick cock made you feel like a virgin each time he fucked you. He always took his time at the beginning, knowing you needed help taking all of him. After giving you a minute to adjust to his size, Miguel begins to slowly pump in and out. His head fell back in pleasure. He loved how tight and wet you are for him. Your moans, your body, your pussy, it was all so addictive.

“Fuck, baby,” Miguel moaned as he began to pick up pace. “You're so fucking tight!”

As much as you wanted to reply, you couldn’t, all you could do was drool and moan into the duve of your shared bed. His cock was deep inside of you, abusing your G-spot. Miguel had never fucked you like this before. It was different, it was passionate and desperate, and he had a mission.

“Baby,” Your voice was muffled as you were being fucked into the bed. “I- I’m so close.” You cried.

“You better fucking come for me.” Miguel reached down, wrapping his hand around your throat to keep your face out of the bed. “I wanna hear you scream my name, understand?”

“Y-yes!” You screamed as Miguel’s free hand moved from your ass to your swollen and sensitive clit. “Fuck!” You cried. “I’m cumming, Mig- Oh, fuck! I’m cumming, Miguel!”

Your pussy throbbed around Miguel’s cock, but he didn't stop. Suddenly, Miguel pulled out and flipped you onto your back. “Come here, baby girl.” He growled as he picked you up and moved to the wall-length window of the room. The city skyline illuminated your faces as Miguel slowly lowered you onto his cock.

The new angle caused you to let out a deep moan. “Oh- Ah! Miguel!” You screamed as Miguel suddenly went back to relentlessly fucking your sensitive pussy.

Miguel bit his lip as he watched you moan for him and felt your cum dripping down his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He moaned. “I need you to cum for me again, okay.”

Your limbs shook and twitched with the overwhelming amount of pleasure surging through your body. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.” You whined.

“I know, I know,” Miguel huffed. “Hang in there a little longer, your gonna feel so fucking good.”

Miguel could feel himself becoming all the more relentless as you started kissing his neck, his weak spot. The feeling of your tongue and lips working to mark him made his cock twitch. You felt it, you felt how much you turned him on.

“I need to cum.” You whimper against his neck.

“Cum.” He demands.

That's all it took for you to unravel on his cock once again. Miguel tried to hold off as best she could, but it was more difficult than he thought. He bit his lip, trying not to cum as your pussy throbbed and your moans sang his name.

As you came down from your high, Miguel walked back to the bed. He carefully lays you on your back with his cock hard inside you. He took your legs and laid them on his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

Miguel smirks down at you, feeling your pussy clench around him. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you, baby girl?” Miguel purrs as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock, brushing against your G-spot.

“Mmhmm.” Your eyes roll back in your head.

As Miguel slowly pumps in and out he says, “This time, I’m gonna fill you up with all of my cum. I’m gonna put a baby in you, Hermosa. Can you take my cum, pretty thing?”

Miguel’s voice was laced with lust, you couldn’t help but buck back into him. You may have cum three times already, but you needed it again. “Give me your cum.” Your eyes, heavy with lust look into his.

Before you knew it, Miguel was pounding on you. He loved watching your breasts bounce as he fucked you against his cock. “Oh fuck.” He moaned. “I need you so badly. I’m gonna cum so much.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I need it!” Your pleas made Miguel’s cock twitch, cum leaking out as he struggled to keep his load, his cock aching with cum.

“Shit! I- I need to cum, mí vida!” Miguel fell forward, trying to fuck you as deep as possible. With your knees now on his shoulder, you screamed. The new angle was even deeper than the others, exploring parts of you that were his. “Mine.” He growled in your ear, causing your walls to tighten even more.

“Ungh! Mi-Mig, I can’t hold it- ah! Fuck, I need to cum!” Tears from pleasure and overstimulation began to run down your cheek.

“Fuck! Cum with me, mí vida!” Miguel grunts. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

You cum around his cock, screaming Miguel’s name. Your powerful orgasm triggers Miguel’s. With animalistic grunts, cums, filling your pussy full of his warm cum. He slowly fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure and making sure every drop was inside of you.

The two of you remained entwined in each other for a while, your breaths still heavy and labored from the intensity of your lovemaking. You pressed lazy kisses to each other's damp skin, savoring the taste and feel of each other. Whispers of sweet nothings were exchanged in between the tender kisses, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips as an expression of the overwhelming emotions you two felt in the moment. The sentiment was shared every few seconds, a constant affirmation of the boundless love that could hardly be contained within the walls of your shared space.

After a few perfect moments like this, Miguel slowly and carefully pulls out before taking off the mask and lying beside you. Miguel wrapped you in his strong arms, holding you close and secure, allowing you to rest your head against his chest. As you lay there, you listened to the beautiful rhythm of his beating heart, each steady thud like a soothing melody that resonated through your entire being.

In the warmth and safety of his embrace, you felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. "We gotta start thinking of some family costumes for next Halloween," Miguel whispered, his voice a gentle murmur that broke the comfortable silence between you.

You let out a giggle at his words, the idea of family costumes filling you with excitement. "Yeah?" you responded, your voice filled with playful curiosity.

Miguel nodded, his eyes shining with affection and a touch of mischief, even as exhaustion threatened to overtake him. "The O'Hara's costumes need to beat the Parkers," he said with a smirk.

You couldn't help but smile at his playfulness. Looking up into his eyes, you whispered, "I love you, Miguel."

Miguel leaned in, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. "I love you, mi vida.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This was inspired by my bestie @stclairesplace ilysm! ur my muse!

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