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Arruinarte [Miguel O'Hara x Reader]

tags: NSFW, sex venom, animal-like Miguel, squirting, DP, spanglish terms of endearment, Miguel-canon aggression, dominant Miguel, biting, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, milking, scratching, giving orders, creampie, little bit of aftercare

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: Miguel's been acting off as of late. Wonder what's up with that?

a/n: first, i dunno abt my format anymore. I liked the 'Chaos Theory' format, but i'm so stuck on this...second, who needs sex pollen when you have sex venom?

You climbed carefully out of bed, the sun your natural alarm clock peeking through the curtains. Looking over your shoulder, Miguel groaned lowly at the growing brightness in the room, flexing his shoulders as he rolled onto his stomach and squeezed his pillow under his head.

You tiptoed around the bed to pull the curtains further shut, allowing your boyfriend to sleep in and let his sensitive eyes rest. When you were satisfied with the darkness, you backtracked out of the room and went to the kitchen.

Carefully, you opened and shut the cabinets readying your coffee brewer. Miguel was a little more volatile as of late. While you normally didn't mind his rutting against you in his sleep, the frequency ramped up and now left you begging for him to fuck you at three in the morning.

The thought distracted you and you snapped back to watch your coffee brewer drip slowly over the grounds; caffeine was necessary for mornings like this one.

Leaning forward, you watched the hot steam billow out of the top of the brewer while the dark roast dripped into the clear pot. The floorboard creaked softly from your room and you straightened up, looking over your shoulder to see Miguel sitting up in bed.

He moved swiftly out of bed, swatting away Lyla and running a hand through his mussed hair.

"Morning baby," you cooed, watching the man shuffle out of the room.

His body creaked softly, his toes popping as he walked across the floor. With a stretch, Miguel rested his hands on the top of the door frame and bowed forward in a groan.

Righting himself, he leaned to the trash can, sucked on his teeth with a lining of his tongue then effectively spit. You quirked a brow at him, reaching a hand out to brace his thin waist.

"You okay?"

Miguel cocked his jaw, hid a roll of his tired eyes; he pressed his thumbpad to his already elongated fang and made a noise when he pierced his skin.

He sucked in the blood, held his thumb in his mouth to stop it. Miguel shifted behind you, placed his hand on the counter next to you then closed you in with his other.

"You smell fucking amazing," he husked into your ear, obscenely sniffing at your temple.

You shrugged at him, returning back to your coffee brewing. "I haven't even showered yet."

Miguel tore the strap of your tank top down to reveal your bare shoulder; he breathed at your skin there, holding your bicep carefully.

"I can smell your pussy still," Miguel growled, parting his mouth to hover his sharp, wet fangs over your shoulder.

You glanced at him, noticed the string of saliva threaded between his teeth and the tip of his tongue. You leveled yourself and turned back to your coffee, attempting to ignore the throb of your sex.

He rutted his hips to your ass once, already hard. You felt his cock throb against you, twitch between your cheeks. You righted the legs of your shorts.

"I haven't showered yet, Guel," you repeated, trying to shrug your boyfriend away.

Miguel nodded, hummed in agreement but ultimately ignored you with sinking his fangs into you. His pearly spears stabbed deep into your skin, his nose scrunched fervently while his lips twitched.

He drooled on you, his huff animal-like, as his teeth seeped a stinging venom through your muscle. You reached for Miguel's head, tapping at him to stop, but he remained distributing more venom into you until it slowly dissipated from your shoulder.

When he pulled back his teeth, you felt dizzy. Your hands gripped tighter at the counter, the pulse of your sex now unavoidable. You felt your heart begin to race, gaining your breathing as the heat rose on your skin.

"What..." you tried to speak, but your tongue felt thicker than before.

Drool began to pool in your mouth, leaking down from your bottom lip. Just the same, you felt a sudden gush between your hips, making you lewdly wet.

Your nipples began to ache from behind your tank top, feeling swollen and sensitive to the fabric stretched over them.

"Now you know how I feel, mi ninfa," Miguel whispered into your ear, peeling your shorts down to let them fall to your ankles.

He worked two fingers over your slit, finding your clit already engorged and throbbing. You reached a hand after his, trying to stop his touch but squeezing your eyes shut.

"A downside," Miguel kissed at your bite wound carefully, "to being half-spider. Sex venom."

The words struck through you, but the pink velvet lining your brain with Miguel's touch made it less than shocking.

He placed your clit between his two fingers, pinched at it with his knuckles before plunging into your sopping entrance.

You threw your head back to his shoulder, your free hand going to grip his thick arm. Miguel's other hand drifted up your stomach, freeing your breasts from your top.

A new chill emerged along your stomach; looking down your body, you realized your nipples were leaking.

"It's hard to focus on anything, isn't it?" Miguel spoke slowly into your ear, his hand taking a handful of your tit and squeezing, expressing more liquid from your nipple.

You whined then, rolling your hips into Miguel's cock.

"All you want to do is fuck," he spat lowly, working his fingers in and out of you at a jolting pace.

"But we can get through this together, huh? Be my little sex toy?"

You rolled your eyes at his question, losing your mind at his handling of you. Miguel pinched at your nipple, dripping more down your body before swiping it to his thumb. He folded his thumb to your clit and began to strum heartily.

You squirmed in your boyfriend's grip, your toes curling and rubbing against each other.

Miguel suddenly bent you over the counter, not wasting a second to tear down his briefs and sink his cock in with his fingers.

You gasped silently, your body wracked with a new shock. His fingers pressed harder to your innermost wall, allowing his cock to pave through you.

Miguel's mind raced, feeling you drip down your own thighs and now on his. He pumped heartily into you once, making you acknowledge the pace he'd set, before pistoning in and out of you.

Your knees became unstable, shaking at the bruising speed and the carnal slapping of your ass to his waist. You rested your cheek to the counter, opening your mouth to let your swollen tongue loll out.

Drool began to pool on the counter as Miguel pulled his hand back from your breast and grabbed into your hip. His claws clenched into your skin, peeling into it as he angled you further and finding a newer depth to you.

His fingers in you pressed harder, causing a new sensation to race through your belly until you found yourself dousing the floor and seizing.

Miguel stopped suddenly, let your engorged walls massage his throbbing cock. He chuckled darkly at you, watching your pussy leak aggressively to the floor.

"Teach your pussy some new tricks," Miguel snarled, baring his teeth, animalistic. He lined his teeth over them, parting his mouth to pant.

He slapped at your ass, hard, and relished in the jiggle that reverberated through your body.

"We're just getting started, cariño."

And the thought pulled you out for a second; you hadn't even cum yet.

Miguel pulled you from the counter and folded you to the floor, letting you adjust the new position with a heavy arch in your back.

He slapped at your ass again, resuming his crashing thrusts as his hand reached for the back of your neck and righted your face before your puddle.

"Lick it," Miguel ordered, a darkness in his tone while he fucked into you. "Clean up your mess."

You rested your swollen tongue to the puddle and timidly lapped, letting Miguel's thrusts do the rest for you.

Miguel rolled his eyes in pleasure, turning his face towards the ceiling with a growl embedded in his chest. He pulled his hand back from your neck to dully scratch his claws over his skin; he reversed his claws from the small of your back up, marking you with dull red lines.

"Please," you begged softly, reaching a hand out to brace Miguel's waist. "I want to cum."

"Oh," Miguel tsked, taunting, "You want to cum, mi vida? Then work for it."

He slammed into you, punctuating his words. Miguel took your grip of your wrist and pulled it into his hold, folding it behind you.

"If I break you, say something," Miguel whispered, leaning over you with a few muted cants of his hips. "I'll fix you in no time."

Your eyes rolled back, battling internally at leaning towards and away from him. You rode him out for a few more seconds until Miguel retracted his fingers from your pussy and you seized again, cumming and squirting on his cock.

Miguel paused, reveling in the feeling of you squeezing so hard around him. He felt his cock leaking into you, knew it was risky but didn't pull out.

He peppered the back of your shoulder with wet kisses, his lips parting each time to dot his tongue on your hot skin.

You caught your breath, resting your chin on the floor to pant. Miguel took your pause with a unamused chuckle, pulling out of you and instructing you to roll over.

In the walkway of the kitchen, you rested on your back, welcoming the cool floor against your searing skin. Miguel gripped at your shorts, tore them apart before tossing them over his shoulder in a crumbled heap of cloth.

He went for your tank top next, watching as your breasts jiggled in response to the aggressive ripping into the fabric with his claws.

He shoved it aside, effectively landing it in the midst of your puddle. Miguel clawed through his briefs, freeing his body of any confines before resting his body on top of yours.

You seethed inwardly at the heat of his skin against your nipples, a pitchy noise escaping into Miguel's face.

Miguel chuckled mirthlessly, mocking the scrunch of your face as he raised your knees to brace his waist.

"Tell me to stop," he taunted in a whisper, his lips before yours. "Go on."

You opened your mouth to speak, another warrant pant escaping you before you shook your head.

"Fuck me raw," you ordered, your sex gushing a new round of wet.

Miguel spared a moment to be taken in by your order, taking it as a challenge.

"Don't tempt me," Miguel snarled, catching your swollen bottom lip between his teeth.

He lined his cock into you again, slamming his hips to yours. An err cry escaped your lips, tears threatening the corners of your eyes.

Miguel started up his pace again, jostling you against the cool floor; your arms crossed up his broad back, feeling his muscles contract and flex under your touch.

When he hit at your widened, rougher g-spot, you turned your nails into his skin. It spurred Miguel further, reaching for your hips and angling them so he'd hit it again repeatedly.

You ducked your head to Miguel's clavicle, your hand pulling back to slap at his chest. He stared down at you, curled against his chest and shook his head.

"Don't tap out yet," he begged, resting his lips to your ear. "I haven't cum yet."

You squeezed your eyes shut at the thought, your body ramping up to keep going though your mind was already exhausting. Arching your back into him, you pulled Miguel close and moaned directly in his ear.

He stuttered his hips at the sound, rolling softly before resuming his natural speed. Though you were dripping, pulsing and hot, Miguel wanted to see an end to this venom with a day-long fucktage.

He peeled away from you, craned his neck down to take your nipple in his mouth. Both of them were puffy yet glistening, making your breasts look like salacious fruit.

You whined at a new octave, the noise reverbing against the walls. Miguel's tongue circled your sensitive nipple, sucked at the soft, sweet liquid that leaked from you.

He lapped back and forth over your nipple, his teeth edging to chew on you and feed him whole. Your hand at his chest was now at the back of his neck, holding him there as he rocked his hips softer now.

You edged your knees further up Miguel's waist, your calf crossing over his thigh until you found yourself coming undone again, gushing and cumming on his cock a second time.

Miguel bit teasingly at your nipple, once again relishing in your heat around him. He pulled back with a vulgar smack of his lips and looked to his cock sheathed in you.

"Making it creamy for me, ninfa?" Miguel asked, putting his thumb to your clit and tenderly pulling it up.

You hissed at the feeling, attempting to rock your hips away from his touch. Miguel rested his hands on your knees, ran them down with soft appreciation of your body.

He reached out for you, pulling you into his lap. Miguel brushed his dirty hands over your hair, slicking back the sweat that formed at your hairline.

He kissed softly at your jaw, your chin, mulling you over with his soft touches before holding his hands to your hips and rocking you on him.

"Get me off, hermosa," Miguel gruffed in your face, leaning in to rest his lips to yours.

You shamelessly tempted your tongue out to meet his; bracing your knees, you took lead and hiccupped at feeling Miguel in a whole new angle.

Staring into his crimson tinted eyes, you rested your arms out on Miguel's shoulders. He squeezed at your hips, puncturing your skin with his claws and driving rivulets of blood over your skin.

Neither of you bothered to notice, so encircled in each other with your nipples chafing against his chest.

You hid hisses of his cock touching softened spots within you, only keeping his attention. His face slowly broke from determined to frustrated and finally miserably close.

Miguel whimpered outwardly, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulled from your mouth.

"Si, si, mi vida, te sientes jodidamente deliciosa," Miguel begged against your lips. His salacious words tore through you, making a nest in heat at your lower back.

You nodded along to his words, finding yourself edging with him. Your hands crossed to card through his luxurious, damp brown hair.

"Cum in me," you breathed seductively. "Make me yours."

Miguel forced a deep snort of air out, his brows wiggling before curving in and smashing his lips to yours.

He parted from your mouth with a deep 'ahh' at release; you flinched in his lap at the hot lush of his cum inside, pooling through you.

You broke again, following his lead to your third orgasm. Your body released, gushing in tandem to Miguel's hot seed.

Miguel rested his head to your shoulder, catching his breath while the film of your sweat gradually cooled. He ignored the heat yapping in the pit of his stomach, wanting a break from his cock rubbed raw by you.

Your body relaxed against your boyfriend, the two of you holding each other on the now wet kitchen floor. His arms curled around your waist, his hands slipping up and down your sides.

"Gracias," he whispered against your collarbone, staring down at the mess of you together.

You hummed your own thanks, nudging your temple to his. Your arms tightened around his neck, let him hold on as long as he needed.

When he pulled out, your sex throbbed something fierce but not unwelcoming. Miguel gave a timid stroke to his cock but hissed at the sensitivity.

"How about a shower?" He asked, kissing at the bite wound now red and ringed on your shoulder.

You nodded, though you made no moves to stand fearing your legs wouldn't bare your weight.

Miguel shifted underneath you, grabbing and hoisting you over his shoulder when he stood. He tapped tenderly at your ass, carefully walked out of the kitchen to the bathroom.

"Then we can go back to bed," he offered, planting you on your feet and turning on the shower.

Miguel kissed your forehead, pulled you into him with his fingers working up your nape. "Mi corazón."

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i never really thought of adding translations to these, not saying that they seem self-explanatory but a lot of other fics use similar words.

but for this ninfa is 'nymph

and te sientes jodidamente suculento is 'you feel fucking succulent'

anyways, go sit on some peas.

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