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miguel o'hara x male reader - spice

Miguel O'hara had a long list of recruited spiders and some that he despised without hesitation, but in particular he took a lot of trouble with one in particular; Spiderman from a 'quiet' land (which was an understatement since everything was controlled by mafia organizations that amazingly did the job perfectly) who would occasionally jump in on cases or save people, only occasionally but he did it in such a way efficient that was unreal. Despite the fact that you were young, your seriousness and responsibility seemed to characterize you, since when he recruited you it was quite pleasant and normal, the calmest experience he had recruiting.

And from then on it was just a pleasure to have you around, you were efficient, responsible and capable of catching anomalies on your own without causing much trouble or havoc, you were one of the most respected Spiderman in the Spider Society, if not the only one.

So he never realized how his gaze remained for long periods of time on your figure outlined almost sinfully by your suit, in each curve and slope as if only exposing the most worked parts of your body. Your lithe little body that could withstand anomalies three times your size, you were a delicacy in his eyes. Your playful and slightly serious voice that at the moment it crossed the air seemed attentive (although it will never show it) to any doubt, topic of conversation or consultation with him. He tried to hide the shudder that ran through him when he heard you address him as 'Mr. O'hara' or 'Miguel' with one of your sly, amusing, airy smiles with a tone so seductive that it remained hidden between lines of language. that only he seemed to decipher and it made him horny so fast. Your single voice was a balm for his lifelong wounded soul and an ecstasy for his most primitive needs.

It was refreshing just to have you around.

Everything got worse when you said you admired him openly or ashamed, because there was no point in admiring someone who, in your own words, was so strong and with enormous resilience to his credit. You said each compliment with a genuine smile and it was destined to stop hearts coupled with a soft, almost imperceptible caress that made her skin crawl and culminated in a look so special that I never saw you direct anyone else.

Your mere presence made him salivate, and he felt terrible.

To this was added your unique and particular, exquisite essence that only you had on your being and your skin. It was attractive and delicious just getting to sniff it, a combination of your own being with a litany of products with sweet but imperceptible aromas that made you just a striking bomb for your sense of smell that was always seen searching the aisles.

You were the flower with the perfect fragrance for him, as cheesy as it sounded.

You tended to be flirtatious by nature but respecting the limits only of him, with others you always behaved serious and very disinterested almost as if none of their lives mattered to you at all, except for Pavtir (although he in your own words reminded you of a brother you had). There were only two exceptions to your always personality and attitude so oblivious to any encouragement from others, if not to annoy, mock, anger and fight or ultimately humiliate others. In the words of some spiders you were someone reliable in the field and they had no problem, but for others you enjoyed torturing and annoying them. You were a contradiction in your simple existence, you were someone highly educated, formal and responsible while always respecting the limits (rules such as only two spiders and occasionally Peter B. Parker although in your own words only for MayDay) but in the other opposite extreme was cruel, mocking, indifferent, somewhat rude and sometimes sadistic. I still remembered the smirk that adored your lips when you chased Miles swinging between buildings and knocking Gwen, Hobie out of your way and knocking Pavhtir unconscious until you caught up with him, you seemed to dance in the air for your agility and speed to culminate in a beating for drag him back to the Spider Society. You looked excited and ecstatic about the chase.

⟨⟨ I detected your scent at the moment and instant that the portal opened to give way to an injured Miles who was thrown down the platform and you appeared alone to close the portal, you with the mask in hand and a satisfied smile that you could not suppress, your essence became even more sweet and spicy so attractive. He was attracted to you like magnetism since in just a few seconds he was in front of you, eclipsing your pretty figure with his and he carefully cradled your chin, raising your gaze, bright eyes and wide pupils. "Did you have fun kid?" And your soft little moan took him by surprise, as you leaned on his hand and closed your eyes trusting fully in his. "Yes Mr. O'hara" you whispered over his thumb as it swept the sweat from your lower lip and unable to control yourself you ran your tongue over it unable to help but close your eyes as you tasted his pulse, how his blood rushed under his skin and he was an incomparable force. Same show that only charmed Miguel even more before daring to do the impious brushing your lips softly and quickly leaving you sensitive and fussy "Mr. O'hara" "We must go down with the others" And that disappointed face with a visible pout accompanied him on his sleepless night⟩⟩

So I certainly didn't know how they managed to get to that point, Miguel savoring your smooth lips, pricking them lightly with his fangs, enjoying your naughty strawberry-flavored tongue and the taste of your blood. Enjoying how you clung to his broad shoulders for balance and catch up, you were on your toes barely reaching his collarbones but he was fully savoring the moment. Satisfied and listening to your soft pitiful moans, he ended the wet kiss they shared, admiring you with bright eyes and full of tears along with such an exquisite expression, he was stunned and lost with your always luxurious swollen and reddish lips, that only called him to another kiss to fall apart with your hands and melt with kisses. make you moan

"M-Mr. O'hara" you managed to murmur still lost in a heavenly haze of pleasurable pain from your injured lips and without even realizing it you chased the other's lips, tracing the taste of their mouth over your battered lips to feel almost overstimulated and overwhelmed in the best way "P-please"

You were a beautiful spectacle in Miguel's eyes, a sweet needy boy stunned by a single wet kiss, if you got excited with a single kiss and a not-so-gentle groping; How would you look after a good fuck? Thinking about it only made her hotter and with a good problem between her legs, one of many that you caused. Miguel just smiled at your useless search for his lips and smiled, a smile that seemed to provoke your tears that spilled softly almost as if they were precious and iridescent jewels.

"Please how small?" the older questioned mockingly wiping the younger's tears with his thumbs feeling his smooth and warm skin admiring the strong blush that dusted his plump cheeks. Miguel would record that image forever "Answer"

You barely managed to spin your own thoughts and feelings, you only felt your heart beating wildly almost as if it wanted to break your ribcage and go out to sing your deep feelings to Mr. O'hara and your hands helpless just being able to hold on to the tight suit that you desperately squeezed between your fingers at the same time that you could only squeeze your legs for a little relief in your erection that you wore in your suit even being cornered by the center of your feelings and you felt shameless. Libertine.

"K-kiss" the younger begged softly, standing on tiptoe again trying to reach the lips of the older "K-kiss p-please"

Your tender pleas paid off because the older man led you into another kiss, a dominant and hard kiss that Miguel ruled by plundering your mouth and exploring it with his tongue, it was sinful how you clung to his body for your life. Miguel, feeling bad for you and your effort, lowered his hands from your never where he held you to the kiss, he began to map your back and sides, following the lines and curves until he reached your ass where he squeezed it hard, earning you a loud moan.

"Jump" ordered the major.

And as if it were a command you did so, you jumped up to surround the older man's hips with your shapely legs and surround his neck with your arms, continuing to kiss him. Miguel smiled between the kiss, he felt your luxurious enthusiasm for obeying and that only put him even more in the mood. He enjoyed having you cornered against his body and squeezing your buttocks hard, hurting and leaving marks that he would soon see.

"I'm going to fuck you hard little boy, is that what you want?" the older one asked mockingly, finishing a kiss admiring you even more lost than before "The good guys respond" Miguel instructed half sweetly.

"I-if I want to" was the only thing the minor managed to murmur before being attacked again and prostrated on the desk behind him, listening to everything fall to the ground "Fuck me Mr. O'hara" that was the only coherent and united sentence What did you manage to cast.

And without even knowing it, any request coming from your lips was a command for him and a wish that he would fulfill at all costs. Miguel would please you in a thousand aspects and would devour you entirely. Having you at his mercy on his desk, he allowed himself to admire you for a few seconds before consuming and destroying you, your body lean and made of lean muscle and endowed with a damned elasticity. With his hands he was removing your suit walking around your shoulders until he left your chest free and saw how your skin was pearly with sweat giving you a layer as if you would shine in his eyes, his mouth was watering from biting your pretty and happy nipples, something that he did not take long to kiss from your cheeks to the neck where I savor your pulse and the taste of your skin, of your essence and left as many hickeys as his possessive side clamored for him. You liked him by your moans, feeling motivated down to your chest leaving a trail of loving kisses until reaching your nipples which he also kissed before catching the sweet bud between his lips and sucking hard to test the waters receiving whimpers and high-pitched moans from you, he continued without pity at the same time that he gave attention to your other pectoral massaging firmly, trapping your nipple between his fingers and an idea arose, from his most perverted side and he took out just a little, almost nothing, his claws catching your sensitive flesh receiving a scream Along with a near convulsion on your part, he was about to move away to check on you but with your hands you forced his head back onto your chest.

"F-feels s-so good" you whimpered being the victim of Mr. O'hara's mouth and claws, your body seemed only to feel pleasure and little by little you were losing even more, you felt like you couldn't think of anything else but the "F-feels so r-yummy"

Miguel could only laugh at the choice of your words and a change in the nipple, admiring his work beforehand, reddish and well erect due to his abrupt treatments, being crowned by a bite that surrounded the areola up to the smoothest and most delicate skin of your chest, I enjoy his work and devoted himself to the other nipple; sucking just as hard and nibbling, kneading your meat and paying attention to the other. Nothing was to be left unattended.

You could only moan and writhe to push your chest more into his mouth, wanting him to make it harder, stronger, and he seemed to read your mind because he bit you, which made you rub against his body in search of a way out of the pleasure one by one. climbed even more, you felt so sensitive and nothing to cum. It was not like when you touched and played with yourself, it was multiplied by a thousand. And when you felt him move away from you, you hugged him with your legs using more force than you should and pressing his head back against your battered chest.

"You're such a good boy to me, letting me mistreat you like a whore" praised Miguel in a dirty way after freeing himself from your anxious hands and sitting up to look at you with rapid breathing, teary eyes and chest with his bites and hickeys, with satisfaction he walks his claws from your collarbones testing you, only to receive an almost furious friction of your round ass against his crotch, giving no rest to your legs that seemed to have closed around his hips "are you my good bitch?"

Miguel could only laugh under his breath when you affirmed a few times and he continued to trace your skin with the little that his claws were in the air, leaving faint reddish lines from the friction until he reached your abdomen where the tight suit still covered you, revealing your erection more than noticeable on the fabric and with a wet stain, you shuddered violently when its claws also ran through the fabric that covered your bulge and you grinded even more in his crotch.

You were such a wanton sight in his eyes, one he wished he wouldn't forget.

Carefully he followed the path of your thighs where you encircled his hips tightly and with enough force he undid your grip to hold both of your legs upright. Miguel could only delight himself even more with your slim and shapely legs, he massaged them a bit trying to get you to stop exerting force and it worked, you were relaxing under his hands.

"I'm going to undress you" the older man warned the stunned boy who could only confirm by raising a hand to his mouth. Miguel watched you out of the corner of his eye while he took off the rest of the suit, brushing every possible stretch of skin, he lost a few moments in the entirety of your chest and bare hips noticing the thin straps of your underwear, he continued removing the tight suit until he reached your knees where he was distracted by looking at the plain black jockstrap you wore tight to your cock and he was drenched. Satisfied by the views, I take off the entire suit throwing it over his chair and spreading your legs around his hips to see your face trapping you in an act that stayed in his head; they rubbed two of your fingers over your tongue and your other hand played with one of your nipples "Are you so needy?"

I can't even get an answer from you, just weak whimpers and I firmly remove my hand from your mouth creating a flimsy trickle of saliva, you whimpered at the loss before she brought those same fingers to her mouth, savoring the warmth and wetness before pulling it out. back and put them in your mouth. Miguel smiled when he seemed to cling to your fingers even more after he covered them with his saliva, apparently he was right with a hypothesis that I believe when he began to see you without your mask that you had an oral fixation and boy, yes, he would enjoy that very much soon. I turn you over quickly on the desk and urge you to stay on all fours, which you complied with by finding a comfortable position for yourself, exposing your plump buttocks embraced by your jockstrap that revealed everything. I was infinitely grateful for the choice. With the intention of waking you up, I spank you hard, receiving a scream and muffled whimpers. You sounded more self-aware.

"Tiny?" I call you seriously, the older one, urging your figure to sit on his legs and be against his chest, which you did without any problem, just a slight wobble and you issued a short answer "You know the traffic light system, right?"

"Yes s-sir" you answered a little more lucid due to the gentle caresses and low tone of voice of the older man behind your back, as he fired soft kisses on your mistreated neck almost lulling you to consciousness "I know him"

"What do the colors mean?" asked the older one resting his chin on your shoulder caressing your lower abdomen without any intention of lowering his hand further.

"Green everything is fine" for that answer Miguel carefully turned your head to the side to kiss you for having responded well and you continued "orange change" another kiss this time on your ear plus a bite on the lobe and you continued "red stop or stop" this time it was a full blown kiss.

"We'll use that from now on the moment you say orange we'll change the intensity, position or activity and with red I'll stop immediately, okay?" you affirmed cradling the largest hand that was on your abdomen caressing without thinking "And green that everything is fine and that you feel comfortable, yes?"

Miguel felt complete and almost fainted when he saw your complete disposition and security in being with him, it was satisfying. He carefully continued kissing you to put you back in your previous state and did not forget your chest and between your legs, I give them all possible attention while he took the oxygen out of your lungs by kissing you. I notice that little by little you were falling back into that state of almost delicate and firm arousal, when you were back like this I leaned you over the desk forcing you to arch your back in an almost sinful way and with it he got a full view of your beautiful ass that He massaged roughly, admiring the faint reddish marks on his hands that he left earlier. And with his claws in the maximum splendor of him, he managed to tear off your jockstrap, leaving your cock exposed, which was firm as a rock between your legs.

"Have you ever gotten your ass eaten?"

Each dirty question from Miguel only made you feel hotter and more sensitive, you denied as best you could and the next thing you felt was his lips on your buttocks and how he separated them to hear the spitting noise. He had spat into your hole and before you could think of anything you felt his fingers massaging, circling and slowly prodding your entrance.

That was the beginning of the end for you.

The taller one continued massaging the tender and tight hole of his partner, without stopping kissing and biting his buttocks, his care allowed his fingers to cross the barrier of muscles and he began to caress your hole. Miguel could only resist to start eating you, he saw himself between your plump buttocks eating your ass completely and opening you with his fingers or his tongue for his cock. When he managed to get past the second line of his fingers he got in completely; He first kissed your puckered hole before beginning to lick and suck, tracking down that bloody bittersweet scent he once in a while smelt on you. He kept your buttocks apart and insisted on eating you out.

A litany of sounds straight out of a porn movie were present in Miguel's office.

As soon as you held onto the desk with one of your arms because you had your boss's hair in your hand so it wouldn't get away from him, you felt his tongue and fingers inside your ass stroking and rubbing against your walls. From one moment to the next you felt Mr. O'hara's tongue impossibly further inside almost touching your sweet spot and you fell squarely on the desk without power with the pleasure that electrocuted you whole, you had one of your cheeks leaning against the cold of the desk to calm down but you could only moan in need and you really cried when the biggest hand of your boss began to stroke your cock while eating you.

At some point both of them had completely lost control of their voices (Not that they knew but an embarrassed AI had activated the soundproofing system praying it would be effective).

Miguel felt your sweet hole convulse on his tongue and with one last suck he pulled away looking how now he was more open and wet, he left your cock alone. He admired you, feeling good for having made you cry just by eating you and he turned you forcefully, leaving you lying down, settling between your legs again and raised your legs to insert two fingers at the same time, occupying the little space he had made to start moving them quickly. without stopping touching your sweet spot causing you to cry more.

"Don't keep any of your noises to yourself little one, I love them all"

It was like a command now it was just a litany of moans and whimpers and incoherent pleas. The older man continued his assault on your warm and wet hole increasing speed using his arms more than his wrist to bring you the first orgasm. He was proud that he could put you in such a needy and vulnerable state without sticking his cock into you.

"I-I'll c-cum!" You screamed trying to stop it, your orgasm felt even stronger than the previous ones in your life, not different but stronger than it ran through you almost like a rope that tightened more and more until it came loose and any attempt to stop was in vain. . You were slightly upset and scared, you had never felt this "M-miguel!" you whimpered in one last attempt to stop his fingers but no.

"Color?" he questioned about your endless angelic and sinful moans.

Before you could answer you forced him to cover yourself with his body and you clung to him without knowing that you were scratching him with all of you.

"C-can I cum s-mr. O'hara?"

And if Miguel was ignoring his own pleasure for yours that only makes him almost end up in his suit, your sweet request in the middle of your orgasm that he literally held on his fingertips. He immensely enjoyed how your delicious hole squeezed and sucked his fingers as if he didn't want to let them out of you, added to that your nails digging into his back and scratching him hard. I supported his weight with his remaining arm and he pressed you further against the desk until he was close to your ear, where he lavished kisses and bites before whispering in tandem with the prediction of your orgasm.

"Run for me now" ordered the older one.

That had been a command to your blank mind that it did so, your orgasm attacked you with such force that to hold you tighter Miguel kissed you to silence your ecstatic screams, little by little the strength and speed of his fingers diminished. your interior feeling your body beaded by sweat and your abdomen hot by the jets of semen that flowed from your wet tip in pre-cum and now soaking your body and your suit. He listened to your needy whines so ragged and slightly high pitched, just stroking his ego. Delicately he extracted his fingers from your tender hole receiving dissatisfied whimpers from you, dissatisfaction that he calmed with kisses on your swollen lips and marked neck, to collect some of your creamy and thick semen on his fingers guiding them back to your entrance smearing your cum As a lubricant, it was the closest thing to smoothing out the first penetration. I was so intent on preparing you for his cock that your smallest hand on the skin of his abdomen caused him to fully press into your sweet spot.

"Chiquito, what are you doing?" but despite the question, the older one brought his smaller hand even closer to his furious erection inside his boxers because the blessed suit retracted from him when your caresses began.

You found your mind blank just with the words related to Mr. O'hara in your head and that damn name on the tip of your lips. You could blame your excited and blank state, that you only thought about fucking.

"I want t-your dick daddy" you asked with a plaintive tone without looking at his face that was darkening with lust, only seeing what you could see of her cock still inside her underwear; stupidly tight boxer shorts "I-in my mouth or my ass, I-I want it daddy"

With a slap, Miguel withdrew your hand from his cock and firmly held your cheeks with one hand in which he spread your legs even more to be between them flush with your ass and when he managed to see how you clung to his forearm looking for balance and security He could laugh, laugh at how a little thing as small as you kept so much sensuality, eroticism and libido. He couldn't lie that being called 'daddy' in bed made him even hornier and that increased coming from you in your orgasm stupor.

"Do you really want daddy's dick?" He questioned excitedly, opening your greedy little mouth with his fingers, looking at the pink of your tongue and the small fangs that remained hidden from his and everyone's eyes, which he would love to have buried in his neck.

"Y-yes sir o'hara"

A soft slap echoed through the office as a result of Miguel slapping you not so hard for using the wrong term, you opened a Pandora's box and now you would take over.

"It's said yes, daddy" the older one rudely instructed, looking at how your eyes were almost heart-shaped if they could, and that again caressed his ego.

"Yes daddy, I want all of it" asked the younger one still clinging to the older one's forearm.

Pleased with the correction and your submission would give you a reward.

"That's my sweet boy, open your mouth for daddy" ordered the older O'hara smiling at your almost instant obedience and once admiring your pretty lips parted and your waiting tongue let out a drop of saliva that caused you to whimper again and before ordering you to swallow you did it squirming a little "Well done, color?"

"G-green"

With the confirmation, the older man continued preparing the delicious hole that he previously had the pleasure of eating and continued thrusting to open you more, to make room for his cock. Miguel knew it was big and compared to your body it was even bigger, so he collected pre-cum from his cock and began to lubricate your entrance again. It was a matter of minutes to have it well prepared, the same minutes in which you touched yourself. Being all set he lined up his cock against your little hole and looked at the difference, it looked like it would tear you apart but he would have to do it carefully and avoid hurting you, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. As the first stretch began you held on to his forearms that encircled your sides, locking his hips again.

"Relax boy, otherwise I won't be able to enter" Miguel whispered feeling the tip of his cock caught in your wet and tight hole.

Opening your eyes you shed more tears feeling the burning and pleasure breaking its lines in your body, you felt like a sensitive nerve exposed to the air.

"I-it's very big d-daddy" you whimpered in the following stretches as it slid inside you feeling each vein brush against your walls and after minutes of suffering pleasantly its tip touched a point in your ass that you hadn't touched before, exerted pressure and he felt suffocated in a certain way but so rich that you couldn't close your mouth or focus your gaze "T-so in-inside" and in your sexual haze you touched your lower abdomen feeling its tip press against your interior monopolizing your interior, your feelings and your mind, your psyche, it all came down to him.

And something broke in Miguel, something that he was holding against his chest for you and your well-being because he knew how strong and resistant he was compared to you but he couldn't take it anymore, he retracted his hips back, pulling his cock out of you, causing you to complain dissatisfied to be silenced after the first strong thrust that hit your plump buttocks with his balls.

That was the beginning of the end for Miguel.

What was meant to be a quiet fuck turned wild and rude with Miguel handling you like you were a rag doll in every position he could think of that felt good or highlighted you. At some point he had lost count of how many orgasms he caused you and he had inside you. He now he was just lying on your chest recovering his lost breath and still inside you.

"It was great Miguel" you praised sincerely still feeling overstimulated.

Miguel just hugged you tighter and took refuge in your chest, feeling your heartbeat and feeling comfortable.

That day you found out it was true, male spiders purr.

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