Miguel wakes up in cold sweat, another wet fucking dream about you bent over dressed up pretty in your usual Black Cat suit. The sun is barely up and here he was struggling to suppress the urge to touch himself over the thought of you again; all month all he could think about is your little encounters with each-other, the way you teased him over not being able to catch you and take you for ‘justice’. Justice wasn’t on his mind at all every time you met each-other.
After all the hero’s mind is plagued by lust and irritation every-time he meets your pretty face, a pretty face he just wants to ruin. He wants to stop you, he wants to be a good hero and stop you from committing crime he can’t do his job if he gives in to his desires. But those desires, they grow more and more each day.. it’s getting hard for Miguel to keep his calm.
"Oh no you’re awake?"
You say unsurprised as you prance around his apartment, looking through his drawers and playing around in his wardrobe. You’re wearing his stupid ‘I love empanadas’ shirt while dressed in your usual criminal getup. He raises an eyebrow and clenches his fists upon looking at your mischief, his blanket covering his ‘excitement’ he did not need to see you after that dream.
"Why the fuck are you here?" He almost growls.
"You aren’t chasing me these days, my job has been boring." You take off his shirt, revealing your suit slightly unzip on the top. Fuck he can’t help but stare at your figure, how absolutely gorgeous you look. It’s almost annoying.
"I’m gonna kill you gatita,"
he stands up from his bed, gray sweatpants and no shirt. You teasingly whistle as you look up and down his physique, his arms and his broad chest. Tempting to touch, but the spider bites. You throw away the stuff you were messing around with and walk towards him; you look up at the taller man.
"Is this how you sleep? No shirt, gray sweatpants?"
You look down and notice a shape on his pants, you blush a little when you realize you invited yourself in at the very wrong. No. Right time. You chuckle at it, you look up to see Miguel staring at you annoyed and mildly angry.
"What are you looking at? Hmm? Are you gonna ignore that you just committed breaking and entering?"
"And? It’s not like I haven’t done this multiple times Miguel. Plus isn’t it my job as a friend to comfort my friends during a hard time."
Your laughter is ringing through his ear like a bell, he moves forward you move back. Miguel corners you onto his door his aura radiating with a mix of annoyance and almost scary nature. You raise an eyebrow, staring at him right in the eye. You wanna see him break but..
"You’re not my friend, god if we were even friends during the day I know damn well you’d be the type of friend that I bend over from time to time,"
He leans in to your ear whispering in a raspy tone. His hand on the door and the other locking it, twice. You gulp out of nervousness; you chuckle nervously as you tease him back.
"Oh? You have friends like that outside your vigilante life? I’m jealous, all you wanna do is kill me with your gaze and rip me open with your talons."
"Spare me the bullshit gatita, the only thing I wanna do is open up your legs and have you screaming instead of laughing like this."
His other hand finally locks the door properly, it travels up your waist and you find yourself breathing heavily as you look up at the man who was twice the size of the door you’re leaned on. You try to calm yourself down but he smells so good your nose is near his bare chest. You’re breaking from this and Miguel knows it, he finally laughs. You’ve never heard him laugh. You groan annoyed by the tables that have turned.
"I’ll kill you if you laugh at me Miguel."
Your words were cut short when he finally picks you up easily and throws you onto his bed. You gasp as you hit the mattress and see Miguel crawling up towards you, his hand holding your chin to make you focus on him hovering above you. His knee on your crotch as his other hand holds your hips down. You whimper as his knee moves a little he chuckles almost sadistically at your body’s reaction. You try and escape his grasp, but he isn’t going easy. It’s like he also repressed his strength during your past encounters.
"Are you still saying you'll kill me?... you really shouldn't be talking when you can't even fight against your own desires gatita," his free hand unzips your suit, you shiver at the feeling of his hand traveling your body. His scent gets more powerful, he then leans down to kiss you. Sloppy kisses, as both his hands pin your hands down to stop you from flailing around.
"Miguel, this is wrong im—" your words were again cut as he kisses you more harshly this time. His fangs graze upon your bottom lip slightly, you twinge at the odd feeling at your stomach. "It’s wrong?" He says teasing you.
"It’s wrong you say? You’re the one soaking your suit right now." He opens up your suit, your body now bare beneath him. He throws away the suit with ease as he undressed you completely.
"You don’t even wear any bras beneath that suit huh?" He goes down on your body, his hands still on your hands. He kisses your chest, your stomach and now your inner thighs. You can’t help but bite your lip at the sudden turn of events.
"..Just in case something like this happens," you admit. Finally, Miguel finally broke you. He’s the winner in this ‘cat and spider’ game.
Miguel smirks as he kisses your clit, licking the heat and letting you go from his grasp so he can spread open your legs more holding onto your thighs.
"You taste so good gatita," you whine at his words, his tongue is driving you insane. You could probably cum from this but just when you’re about to reach your high.
"You don’t deserve this though," he pulls his tongue away from your heat, his tongue covered in your juices. You wipe away your teary eyes and grit your teeth as you watch him leave you unsatisfied.
"Hey, why’d you stop?" You complain Miguel just stares at you with darkened eyes, his gaze pierces through your skin. "You want more gatita? You want me after being a little fucker with all those games you played on me?" He crosses his arms, he’s got you under his thumb.
You sit up and hold onto your thighs as you looked up at the new completely ruthless Miguel, you swear underneath your breath.
"I want you Miguel, I want you right now."
"Gonna be good?" He moves your legs up to wrap around his waist, he picks you up and sits you up on his lap. You move your hips a little and he groans.
"Be good then, be good and i’ll give you what you want." He brought you closer to him, your faces inches away from one another. Miguel’s excitement grows, his dick grew harder. You plead;
"I’ll be so good Miguel.. please?"
Miguel groans at your words, he pinned you to the bed and kissed you passionately.
“That's what I was waiting to hear." He uses his red webbing to hold your wrists down. You moan as his hand plays with your boobs while the other comes down to your clit, circling it.
"How about I take you just the way I want you then?" He brought his lips to yours, kissing you roughly and passionately. When the kiss broke your mouth was filled with sweet noises, it was like music to his ear to hear you this way. Finally, all his.
"Mm, fuck Miguel.. just take me and do me as you like." You can feel your sex grow tight around his fingers, you feel close to it. "Miguel please I need more than your fingers," you beg. Just how Miguel likes it.
"You’re so impatient gatita, if I fuck you right now you wouldn’t be able to take my size." He kisses your neck and bites it a little, not too harsh so his fangs don’t dig deep onto your neck. Leaving marks all over your neck to your chest. You whine, as you climax on his fingers.
"You just give it all, don't you, gatita?" He whispered, smirk on his lips as he licks the come off his fingers. He brushed gentle kisses against your cheek.
"Fuck, I wanna taste you more." He opens up his gray sweatpants revealing his excitement.
Your eyes widen as you see it, your mouth breathless from coming just from his fingers. He teases you by hitting your hole with it he groans he’s just as needy as you right now.
"Miguel I need you in me right now, please Miguel.. I won’t misbehave I swear," you say as you arch your back just from the teasing the red web still on your wrists. You can’t even touch him with it on your hands. Miguel grinned as he saw you struggle.
"Oh, you want it that bad, don't you, gatita?" Miguel smirked as he brought his lips closer to yours, but again, he didn't kiss. He whispered, brushing his breath against your ear, before pressing his cheek against your shoulder.
"Well then, I think you deserve what your begging for." He brought his lips towards yours, softly pressing them against yours. He kissed you deeply, holding you close as he let a small moan break against your lips. Miguel smirked as he felt your submission to him. His dick now halfway in you, his hands hold your waist as he drives it inside you. The sheer girth of it makes your eyes roll back.
"Te sientes tan jodidamente bien," he groans as he thrusts in you roughly, your body moved to the side now. His hand on your stomach as his other hand holds your thigh up. "More, I want more.. please harder," your words are barely coherent here. Miguel groans and smirks at your demands.
"Don't forget who's in charge here." He softly nibbled on your earlobe. "Or did you already forget I've got you where I want you?" His pace quickens and his pace turns slightly sloppy as your hole tightens up again your moans could wake up the entire city.
"Say it again gatita, are you mine?"
"I’m all yours Miguel.. fuck, i’m yours I’m yours.." your body grows numb as you and him climax at the same time, he pulls out and his collapses on top of you. Hours have passed you wake up in the morning, with memories of what happened last night. You try to wriggle out of his arms which were holding you so tight.
"You’re not allowed to go." He sleepily says. "You said you’re mine gatita," you feel something hard between your thighs. "So act like it."