Chapter 3
A soft breathy sigh met his ears and he swore it awakened something in him. Something feral and wanting. Something that would only be sated by the taste of you on his tongue. He could smell your own arousal, could feel your little adjustments as you desperately sought even a pinch of relief. His hands trailed down your back, nails carefully raking down your flesh in such a way that it both tickled and drove you mad with desire, until they made contact with the waist of your jeans. Your sigh quickly turned into a soft moan as his deft fingers began teasing their way into your pants, tantalizing you with their proximity. "Miguel..." You keened as his hands went back on the move, running over your hips and latching onto your thighs.
He grinned down at you as he watched your needy pout form with half lidded eyes, taking pride in the fact that he was the one getting you so worked up so easily with simple touches. "You feelin' alright, sweetheart?" He purred, voice pitched low, words meant exclusively for your ears even though you were both alone with eachother.
You looked up at him through your lashes, ignoring the growing ache in your pectoral from how you'd been using your arm "I think you know exactly how I'm feeling, big boy." You couldn't replicate his tone, but you could certainly replicate his intent, making him lick his lips eagerly.
He hummed softly, his hands gripping your thighs carefully, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side "Maybe I want to hear you say it, cielo."
You bit your lower lip as need boiled in your belly, enticed just by his mere proximity let alone his touch "I need you to fuck me, Miguel. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk right, until the city knows your name."
He took a sharp breath at your words, practically hissing through his teeth as his grip increased, pulling you towards him until your core was pressed tight to his growing bulge, your thighs tight on his hips "Lo que quiera mi princesa." He rumbled, his hands gravitating back up to the waist of your pants "How attached to your pants are you?"
"Not."
"Good." Without another word, a talon sprouted from the pad of his forefinger and quickly sliced through the seam of your jeans and your panties, laying you bare and open to him in one deft motion. He moaned, low in his throat at the sight of your dripping folds on display to him, his fingers making contact with the delicate flesh before he was even thinking about it. Your eyes fell closed with a breathy moan as his fingertips ghosted over your apex, making your nerves sing so prettily without even trying. "All this for me?" He cooed, collecting a drop of liquid arousal and bringing it up to his mouth. His senses exploded as soon as your taste was on his tongue, his pupils expanding like blackholes as he stared down at you like you were his Universe. "Fuck." He growled before pouncing on you, his lips latching onto yours as two of his fingers sank to the third knuckles into your silken heat, pumping in and out like a man possessed, mapping it out so he knew how to drive you feral.
"Mmm fuck, Miguel... fuck please please please please." You whimpered against his lips before they began devouring your jaw and throat, his body burning under your touch as you clung to him desperately. His freehand was quick to help you shuck off your jacket, the deep blue leather with its mocking silver star on the chest falling to the ground beside the desk and you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
"How attached to your shirt are you?" His words against your throat made you clench around his fingers, hard, pulling all manner of curses from his throat "Fuck, baby, you're making behaving so hard." With every word his teeth scraped against the delicate skin of your pulse point, sending a pulsing wave of flutterings around his fingers.
You clung to his shoulders as his fingers curled in retaliation, finding a spot you didn't even know you had, the neural overload making you see stars every time he touched it "N-need it for... fuck! For after... Miguel! Please!"
He was suddenly pulling away from you completely, his fingers making a wet shlicking sound with how quickly they left your pussy. He was unyieldingly gentle as he helped you get the white and red shirt off, making sure to get your uninjured side out first before carefully pulling it the rest of the way off and leaving you bare to his claiming gaze, dropping it on your jacket before taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger again, making you look up at him "Are you sure that you want to continue? Say the word and we can part here with no hard feelings, because if we start, I don't know that I can stop."
You craned up to kiss him tenderly, a chaste little peck that said so much in so little time "I'm sure." Two little words and he was all yours, without a doubt or a moment of hesitation in his mind, he was yours. He wasted no time, his suit disappearing in a silent frizzle of pixels, hooking his arm under you left knee and beginning to enter you in one graceful motion, his swollen head pressing into your heat so deliciously you couldn't stop the keening moan that left your lips. "Ohhhhhh," You sighed as he continued to sink into you, inch by tantalizing inch "Miguel, feels so good..." It ignited a burning inside of you, neither a wanting nor a needing, it was something new entirely, something more. It was consuming.
He groaned, throwing his head back with his eyes shut tight, already straining to control himself. To control his urge to cum right there. As soon as he was hilted he was beginning a rhythm, forcing himself to remain gentle. He wanted to pull himself out, drag you off the desk and press your chest down onto it and take you that way, fuck you until you were so cock drunk you didn't know left from right, but you were still hurt from the previous day's mission, even with your accelerated healing. He promised to fuck you properly when you were completely healed though, and in a much better location than his office. For now, he kept his thrusts strong but controlled, pistoning in and out of your drenched pussy, pulling obscene squelches and pitched moans from your kiss swollen lips that goaded his resolve so perfectly. "So perfect, taking me so well." He praised through clenched teeth, nearly losing himself as you clenched like a vice around his cock as soon as he hit that spot he'd found, moaning loudly as he bucked into you harder for a pace. "Gonna kill me, princesa, gonna drive me mad." He didn't care if you did kill him right then, it was the way he found he wanted to go, balls deep in your sopping pussy.
"Stop holding back." You ordered him through a moan, managing to find and meet his gaze as you clung to his shoulders, that coil tightening in your belly so wonderfully.
He shook his head as he gripped your hip tighter, wanting to obey "I'll hurt you."
"No you won't. I promise, you won't." His restraint was slipping with every word that left your mouth, his eyes searching yours for false bravado, for any hesitancy. He didn't find any, making his cock strain and pulse inside of you, making you moan loudly in response.
He growled softly, his resolve dissolving like wet sugar as he pulled out of you and released your leg. He was gentle as he pulled you off the desk and on your own feet, kissing you tenderly before turning you around and bending you over, entering you in one swift motion. He fucked you there like a man possessed, cock slamming into you in all the best ways, making you see stars, making every thought in your head cease to exist. One of his hands was clamped around your hip, buffering it from the edge of the desk while the other was anchored to the back of your neck, holding you still, keeping you where he wanted you as the head of his cock assaulted your screaming pussy so well. You couldn't get a coherent word out, fractions of his name a prayer on your tongue, squealing moans erupting from your throat every time that coil in your belly snapped again and again. He was impressed as your nails left scratches in the wood of the desk, though he couldn't really think of much more than you as you clenched around him so tightly, so perfectly. His balls kept slapping your clit with every thrust, making your breath stutter every time he rearranged your guts, feeling like he was fucking straight into your womb every time. You were standing on the balls of your feet, desperate to get as much of his cock as you could, even though he was hilting with every thrust. "Such a good girl, taking me so well. Such. A good. Fucking. Girl!" He wasn't going to last much longer, eager to pull at least one more orgasm from you before he blew, increasing his pace as the desk bucked and slammed against the floor with him, making you rock back onto his cock so well as you screamed his wordless praises. His ears were ringing as he came, your breath was stuck in your chest as you clung desperately to the desk, pushing yourself as far back into him as you could, your pulsing walls milking him for every last drop. It took a minute for the high to pass, his thumb stroking a soothing pattern just behind your ear as he took that time to collect his breath "I love you, Y/n." He panted into the air above you, that little vibrating purr of his going crazy.
You hummed softly under him, clenching tightly around his cock one last time as he hissed from a sudden wave of overstimulation "I love you too, Miguel." He didn't doubt it for a moment, he could hear every ounce of sincerity in your voice and it made his heart warm. He was careful as he pulled out of you, gentle as he helped you stand and collect your barrings. You giggled as your legs refused to hold your weight, making him pick you up with chuckles of his own. The purr intensified as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his grip tightening as he nuzzled your temple. Life might not have been perfect, he mused as he began the trek towards his apartment, but he certainly liked how it was turning out. You were his, and he was yours, making everything right in the Multiverse in that moment, and he couldn't make himself care about anything else.