Real This Time
Miguel ran a hand through his hair, a rebellious strand curling down in front of his eye. He blows it to the side, shifting his eyes to you.
You feel his eyes on you. You shift to turn around, face squeezing into a submissive smile. Miguel always caused an uneasy attraction to set off around you. Miguel had a serious expression, arms crossed, legs spread leaning back on your couch.
You set the water down on the coffee table in front of him. “So how’s everything?” You awkwardly ask.
Miguel leans forward wrapping his hand around the glass, dwarfing it with his huge palms. Tilting the glass back drinking it down, eyes glued to yours.
You follow the drop gliding down his Adams apple, bobbing.
Your eyes quickly dart back up to his. You grasp the hem of your shirt, curling it with your fists nervously.
Except you suddenly remembered this wasn’t your shirt. This was Miguel’s. You freeze, Miguel oust the glass down gently on the table, placing it down, - clawed finger circling the rim creating a hollow tone.
You hope maybe he forgot about the existence of this specific shirt or hoped to play it off as having the same taste in clothes if he said anything.
“So I think we have some talking to do eh” Miguel says eyes staring at the crystal of the glass then flicking up to you.
“Talking about what? I hope my performance at the Hub has been efficient if not we could schedule a proper meeting” you nervously stutter out, hoping to avoid the incoming question.
Miguel Tsk’s at you, sighing loudly. Miguel stands up, in a single instance he’s right in front of you. He smelt sweet, a little like old spice but toned down, hidden underneath a copper undertone.
Miguel backs you against a wall, hands blocking you from both sides. Miguel makes no expression on his stony face.
A fang pops out, Miguel flicks his eyes to a strand of hair that fanned over your shoulder.
“I hate Liars, the next thing out of your mouth better make sense, is that my shirt?” Miguel stares intently unchanging expression.
“I-i um , this is from a stor-re” you say looking away from him.
Miguel brushed the back of a finger down your cheek. A claw flicking out. “If you want something good, I’m going to need some honesty Honey” He states calmly.
You clench your eyes shut, ready to face whatever would happen, “ Yes! It’s your shirt, I'm sorry, please don’t kick me out of the spider verse whatever sciencey name your call it” you blurt out.
Miguel tilts his head analyzing, “Why?”.
You were about to be called out for your sick desires, you at least owed the honesty to him.
“I- , I want you , I was content being near you at least, I didn’t think you’d notice a shirt or two missing, I just wanted to pretend “ you murmur at he last bit.
Miguel leans in close, “Pretend what exactly?”, his eyes serious.
You went silent looking at the bullet vibrator you’d left out, you internally screamed, flicking your eyes back to his.
Miguel turned scanning the room, your grabbed his arm , trying to divert attention. He spots your bullet, struts over to it grabbing it up, shifting it in his palm. It looked pathetic in his hand.
You turned red with embarrassment, “ just put that down please” you squeaked out.
Miguel furrowed his brows in false pity. You breathe a sigh of relief when he drops his hand down, only to be surprised by him bringing it up to his mouth, curling his tongue around it , piercing his eyes into yours.
He struts over hips swaying, he tosses it up, catching it in his palm. “So you were pretending before I got here, playing house without Papi, that’s no bueno Señorita” He walks up to you, chest to chest, turning your bullet around in his hand.
“ I’ll let you in on a little secret Chica, I’ve been borrowing things from you as well, maybe for similar purposes, who knows, not anyone who doesn’t matter, my point is, if our interests align, honestly would be best, unless you plan to keep playing like a Monja then I’ll go, I don’t have the energy for coyness” he states authoritatively.
“I took them because , they smell like you, you smell good and, I don’t know how else to make my thoughts anymore real” Miguel Smiles a closed lip smile, leaning next to your ear to say something.
“Your holier then myself, I fuck my hand smelling your stuff, I pretend your pretty ass is bouncing on my lap, I think about all the ways I could web you up, Bruise you a little, make you feel good” Miguel pants against your ear.
“I want all of that, I want too” you say pleading. Miguel presses his hardness up against you. Grinding, Huffing into your ear, licking the shell of it. You shiver, grinding in rhythm back.
Miguel bites your neck gently with the tip of his fangs breaking the skin. You gasp out , biting him back with no malice. You slump a little, still able to move but slow. Miguel picks your up laying you on your bed.
Miguel turns his suit off, leaving him bare.