Miguel was worked up.
The stress of the whole multiverse on his shoulders was getting to him. His eyes were tired and his muscles ached for sleep, while his mind screamed SEX!!
Hand-jobs just weren't enough, his claws would come out and one wrong move and his dick would go bye-bye!
Miguel needed to fuck someone.
He just didn't realize that that someone would be you.
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"Lyla, turn off the lights, porfa." Miguel's hoarse voice grumbled as he slumped down on his bed. He wanted sleep. His body and muscles craved it.
Yet still, the man was restless.
Miguel shuffled uncomfortably in his bed, closing his eyes and shoving his face on the pillows, grumbling incoherent Spanish as he curled up under the covers, trying to get his brain to stop screaming dirty, pleading words of carnal desire.
Eventually having given up, Miguel found himself back in headquarters, where he sat on his office chair and aimlessly brushed his hands along the orange-hued tablets before him, not even taking in what was actually going on on the tablets, just staring at them aimlessly.
Sunrise came and went, and Miguel was still his office, with a semi hard-on he couldn't relieve and was too tired to try, anyhow.
Miguel's libido was getting hungry, starving, even.
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You just left the cafeteria, gulping down the remains of your coffee before tossing it into the trash. Slipping your spider-mask back on, you looked around, disinterested and bored.
So what better to do than torment the easily riled up man that was in fact, the leader of this society? With a mischievous grin, you hopped along to Miguel's office, eager to watch the 6'9" giant of a man get frustrated and so quickly. When you entered, Miguel's sitting form was turned away from you, leaving the view of his back - and his terrible posture - and his thick, brown hair.
"I'm busy. Get out." He said immediately, not even caring to look at who was there. Yet... you couldn't help hear the slight frantic tone in his voice.
"C'mon... I've not even been in here 30 seconds and you're kicking me out? Hell no." You reply, swinging up onto Miguel's platform, taking notice of how he leaned forward to... hide something?
You also took notice of the slight glaze over his brown eyes and his slightly flushed face.
"I said out. Afuera." He spoke, a slightly annoyed tone shadowing the panicky undertones. You leaned down, and Miguel covered his crotch area, and it was quite obvious what he was attempting to hide. Gasping in feign shock, you leaned down further.
"Has your little 'buddy' came out to play?" You teased. Miguel looked up at you, mouth slightly agape.
"Callate! Get out!" He barked, visibly flustered.
"Aww... come on... can I at least get a little feel?" You purred, leaning down until your breath hit his ear, making him shudder in anticipation. The man had gone too long without sex. He was too sensitive. It wasn't fair! After a few seconds, Miguel's large hands moved away to expose the visible hard-on beneath his holographic suit. Your hand drifted down, gently tracing around the bulge tauntingly.
"Hijo de puta..." He groaned, his hand wrapping around your wrist, as if to make sure your hand stays. Grinning wickedly, you cup his bulge, making him gasp and groan, his other hand tightening around the arm-rest of his chair.
"Desperate." You remark, before taking your hand away, causing Miguel to make a small noise of disapproval.
"N-no... put it back..." He huffed, a slight pleading tone in his voice.
"Suit off, first, sweetheart." You purred.
Miguel's face scrunched up in response to the pet-name, he didn't like it.
"Don't call me that." He whispered.
"No can do, sweetheart. Now stand up and turn your suit off." You ordered.
There was a battle going on in Miguel's head. If he said no, he would be saying no to the sex he so desperately needs. But if he obliged, he would be giving up his control. He would be handing this man his submission on a silver platter.
Hesitantly, Miguel stood up and turned suit off, the hologram disappearing, leaving Miguel almost-naked in his office, with only his black briefs hiding his throbbing dick.
But apparently it wasn't dark enough to hide the darker patch of pre-cum on the cloth.
"Someone's desperate." You remark, admiring the situation in his briefs a moment longer before looking back up at Miguel's face, which was turned away in shame in embarrassment.
"No need to be shy," you tease, "i'm only here to help."
With that said, Miguel takes his chance for control, stepping forward and pinning you against the wall, frantically picking away at your suit, trying not to rip it, but with all the lust and need he was feeling, which made his sharp claws come out, it proved to be difficult.
"Whoa, who said you were the one in charge, sweetheart?" You say. Yes, this was a 6'9" giant of a man that seemed visibly stronger than you, and who could probably pop your head like a grape between his thick thighs, you were still a Spider-Man, with your own super-strength.
"Callate." He hissed, still under the assumption he was in control. He was, for the next few seconds. You then cup his bulge again, and he shamefully let out a whine, his grip weakening as you pushed him onto a table, shoving all the incomplete gadgets and shit off of it to lay this specimen onto it.
"Hush and be a good boy for me, love." You said, climbing over the now laid down Miguel and sitting on his hips. Miguel felt the urge to to obey, but it seemed his pride was stronger than that urge.
Miguel grunted and growled. "Get off of me-" He huffed, but he was struggling after you pinned his arms over his head.
"Will you sit still and be a good boy, now?" You asked, tilting your head and looking down at the taller man.
Looking away, Miguel nodded slightly. It was odd, but he felt an embarrassing craving for your praise and approval.
You shift back a little, now sitting down on his thighs, one hand still pinning his wrists over his head, the other stripping him of his underwear, his throbbing and aching dick springing out and slapping against his stomach. Chuckling, you wrap your fingers around the pulsing dick, and pump a few times, listening to how Miguel's breathing get increasingly heavier and hotter.
Miguel's hips buck up in attempt to grind into your hand, a moment away from coming right then and there, but he was instead met with a knee pinning his hips down. Then, Miguel did the one thing he deemed most shameful:
Whimpered. Whimpered for his relief, whimpered to not be teased.
"P-porfa-" He pleaded quietly.
Grinning wickedly, you took your hand away entirely, making Miguel moan in disappointment.
"Open your mouth, hun." You said. Now that was a name Miguel liked, especially used on him, as well, as his mouth obediently opened. "Good boy," you say, popping two fingers into his mouth, noticing the subtle delight in the taller man's eyes at the praise. "Suck," you ordered, and his full, plush lips wrap around your fingers and suck eagerly.
You grinned again, biting your lip a little at the sight. You took the hand pinning his wrists above his head away, feeling satisfied when he kept his arms above his head, and began to cup and caress the pecs of the taller man, fondling and cupping Miguel's man-tits.
"Fuck, they're so big... and so heavy..." You groaned, feeling your own dick throb beneath your underwear.
Miguel moaned softly between your fingers, whining at the loss as they left his mouth, following with a loud gasp as they were plunged into his hole. Writhing and whining a little, he slowly adjusted to the two digits in his hole.
"Good boy, hun. So good..." You groaned, making Miguel's eyes widen subtly out of pleasure.
It didn't take long before Miguel was clenching around your fingers, his hole greedily sucking them in, a sharp whine leaving him as they brushed against his prostate. "M-mierda!" He gasped, making you chuckle in response.
It all happened so quickly, your fingers were soon replaced with your throbbing dick, your clothes scattered on the office floor. Miguel was already a mess. He was so needy and desperate for sex after not having it for so long. Too long.
"A-am I a-a g...good b-b...boy?" He panted, you never thought you'd ever hear him sounding so weak.
"A very good one, hun." You replied, before grinding your hips, pushing your aching dick further into his delicious hole. Your pace started off slow, until you yourself grew desperate, growing even more so when you heard Miguel's noises increase in sound and frequency as your pace quickened.
At this point you were just abusing his prostate, not missing once with each thrust. Your hand wrapped around his hard dick, pumping it in rhythm with your thrusts, making tears prickle the corner of the taller man's eyes, his moans turning weaker and quieter as his climax came close, so close yet so far as if tantalizing him.
"M..m... pl...please~" He moaned, bucking his hips up, his back arching while your other hand moved to his waist. So small...
"What a slutty waist you have, hun." You remark, rubbing and massaging the muscle of his torso.
Miguel babbled incoherent Spanish as his climax neared, his hole tightening deliciously around your dick, causing you both to release at the same time. You leaned over, bodies breathless and covered in sweat. "Jesus Christ..," you breathe, huffing and puffing against Miguel's chest.
Miguel wasn't here anymore. No, he was on cloud 9, if not higher. His eyes were glazed, his body quivering and twitching as an after-effect of coming, lost in the post-orgasm haze.
"Oh damn I think I broke him.." You chuckled. Sitting up again, taking notice of the various claw marks on the table, around the area where Miguel's hands lay.
Pulling out and picking him up over your shoulder, you brought him too a couch in the far corner of his office, plopping him down before following suit, spooning the larger man as they fell asleep, covered in sweat and come. But did they care?
Not one bit.