Maldita mocosa.

"Miguel.. Take a chill pill yeah?" Lyla, an associate and holographic companion, says while watching Miguel go bat-shit crazy.

Things have been thrown against the wall, on the floor, claw marks engraved in the wall and in general the room is a mess. This is how things went after Miguel entered the portal. He was enraged and he couldn't handle all the anger inside him rationally.

Miguel breathes heavily and slams his hands onto his monitor desk. 

"Fuck!" He grips the edge of his desk until it crumbles in his hands. 

"You alright there buddy?" Lyla asks while crouching and appearing in front of his face. He waves her off as he begins to calm down. She glitches away and glitches back in front of him. 

"Wanna talk about it?" 

Miguel sighs and drags a hand along his face while taking deep breaths.

"No, Lyla. I'm fine."

Lyla looks around the room and then back at him.

"Mm, doesn't look like it." She laughs and stands back up.

"She sure is something, huh?" 

Miguel flinches and furrows his eyebrows when he realizes where she's going with this.

"Lyla."

She puts her hands up in defense and smiles sheepishly.

"I'm just sayin'! You're usually never this worked up over someone. Especially over something so trivial." She says slyly.

"Leave me be. I need to think."

Lyla puts on a fake glitched frown and pouts. She bursts out laughing after a second and glitches next to him.

"Nah, you gotta say it nicely." She leans into an imaginary wall while crossing her arms.

"Do you always have to be so difficult?" Miguel grumbles into his hand.

She shrugs.

"Do you always have to be so impolite? C'mon, what's the magic word?"

"Lyla please."

"What was that?"

"Lyla!"

"You got it captain." She salutes the air and disappears.

Miguel sighs in relief when she disappears and exhales. He begins to think back on the whole situation to find a solution to this. He thinks back on how he arrived at your dimension to talk about work related things. Mostly how he wanted to forgive her and let her back on missions, until he found your city a mess. 

He then thinks about how he saw nothing but red and was so angered he lost himself, which led to him laying hands you in an aggressive manner which had never happened no matter how heated the arguments got. But even after making an assault on you, you never gave him the 'What a monster' look. You didn't even show fear, if anything you looked like you.. enjoyed it.

His ears grew red and he huffed in frustration. He felt the tension when you stared into his eyes, flicking them back and forth, occasionally down to his lips.

Miguel suddenly felt that dreadful familiarity of blood rushing down there. He looks down to see the large imprint of his dick poking through his spider suit. 

He clenches his teeth while palming himself and grunts softly.

"Puta madre."

A few days passed since the fight you and Miguel had. And you couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. You couldn't stop thinking about how it made you feel, and how it made you think of Miguel differently. Sure you had a small crush on him before, but now every time you think about your leader, you get.. horny. 

You just couldn't shake the feeling that the way he held you against the wall and stared into your eyes so intently didn't mean something. No person would have such lust in their eyes for someone they hated. 

You shake your head when you feel your face heating up. You glance up to find Jessica.

"Hey Jess! Wanna get something to eat with me?" You ask while walking up to her.

Jessica looks up from her watch when she hears your voice. She smiles and nods while walking towards the cafeteria as you follow her lead.

"How have things been with you and Miguel?" 

You shrug and start fiddling with your fingers. "I don't know to be honest. I haven't seen him since that little fight happened and that was like three days ago." 

You and Jessica grab a small snack and walk towards the tables and take a seat.

"I mean I've seen him of course, but we haven't interacted at all. Every time I would want to talk to him, he'd just walk away and ignore me. I even tried calling him on this stupid watch thingy." You mutter as you fidget with the goober.

"For real? Damn that's low, even for him. Has he assigned you to any missions yet?"

"Nope." You grumble as you lower your head onto the table. 

Jessica rests her cheek onto her palm and raises an eyebrow.

"So what's up with you guys? I didn't forget by the way. Tell me what happened that day I walked in on you both standing real close to each other." She flicks her finger on your forehead with her free hand.

You wince and rub at your forehead. "..Nothing." 

"You aren't fooling anyone. Tell me now or I'm marching right into Miguels office and asking him myself." 

You think shes bluffing and just stare at her until she starts getting up with a serious face.

"Okay, Okay! I'll tell you..!" You grab her wrists and softly pull her back down to her seat. "It's nothing that interesting.." You mumble as she cocks her head to the side.

"This whole situation is interesting. Everyone can see that. Now spill." She crosses her arms and purses her lips, visibly getting a little irritated.

"Okay so.. Me and Miguel you know how we fight a lot? It's because I don't get him at all. He's just so confusing." 

You look down.

"That day you saw us.. Something weird happened. It was all really strange. He- he was mad of course, but there was just something about the way he looked at me. I felt like if you hadn't interrupted.. something would have happened.." You run your hands onto your face trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Something like.. what?" She asks while squinting her eyes at you, she seemed confused at what you were trying to get at until she remembered the way he had you positioned. Something about the way you both looked at each other and- Oh my god.

"Oh shit!" She says in a hushed voice while trying to hide her obvious smile. She grabs your wrists to get a look at your reddened face. 

"Woah.. Spider-woman.. I didn't know it was like that..!" 

You snatch your hands away and burry your head into your arms.

"It's not like that! I think.. Fuck I don't know Jess!" You whine into your arms.

Jessica stares at you sympathetically. "Alright how 'bout this. How do you feel about him?" 

You peek at her from your arms. "Um.. are you sure you want to hear all of it?"

Jessica shoots you a positive smile. "Go for it."

You straighten yourself and fold your hands together.

"I think he's a piece of shit. He's never happy with me and I feel like I'm not good enough for him. I don't need to show him that I'm worthy because I already know i am. That's why he hasn't kicked me off the team yet. I don't need to prove him shit." You huff in anger.

"But another thing is that our relationship is.. weird. As you've found out a few seconds ago. I- God this is so embarrassing- I have a small crush on him. But ever since that night, I can't look at him the same anymore. I get flustered and I get embarrassed. If it's also affecting him too then maybe I shouldn't work here. Miguel has better and more important things to worry about." 

Jessica hums and taps on the table while thinking.

"Okay. First of all, it's okay to have a small crush on the leader, it's a sign of admiration. It's natural to have feelings for someone you look up to." 

Yeah, except Miguel sort of pisses you off and gets you sexually frustrated. It's not a small crush of admiration, you want him to fuck you. Simple as that. 

"Second of all, I just think you guys have some unresolved tension and issues that you need to fix. Ya'll need to talk one on one in order to function well together. It's crucial for the team."

You stare at her in awe. "Will you adopt me?"

"What?-"

"Thank you Jessica! I'm going to go do that right now. He better not ignore me this time or I will seriously rip his throat apart." You declare loudly as you scramble out of your seat.

Jessica watches as you march out of the lunchroom and walk towards your demise.

"Oh she's gonna get her ass whooped."

Stomping towards Miguels "office", you begin to think about what you were going to say. What will he say if you said this, or that? You clearly didn't give yourself enough time as your already standing in front of his floating platform. 

All the confidence that you had when making your way to Miguel had suddenly vanished and you were starting to regret everything. 

"Uh.. Miguel? You got a minute?" You speak with some volume in your voice since he was too high up his platform to hear you. 

...

"No."

You frown. "Why the fuck not?- I mean- Why not?"

"Busy. Out." 

You frown once more after hearing his dismissive tone. "Miguel. We need to talk. No arguing, no talking back. Just a mature conversation."

He stays silent. 

Okay now you're getting irritated. He's been acting so weird lately and for what?

"Alright that's it." You huff before latching a web to his platform and swinging on top of it. You land behind him and cross your arms.

"What's up with you? You've been ignoring me for the last few days, won't answer my calls, won't assign me to missions even though we are clearly swamped with them. What am I doing wrong here?" 

After a few seconds of silence you grit your teeth together so hard you're surprised you didn't crack a molar. You click your tongue and walk around his big frame to face him. You stand in front of him, blocking him from his monitor desk. 

"I'm talking to you." You scrunch your eyebrows together and glare at him. To your surprise, he looks away from you. 

"Why are you acting like such a child. See, this is the problem with you! You never want open up and discuss about your issues." Just as you were about to continue, Lyla appears in the middle of you and Miguel. 

"Sup." She smiles sheepishly at Miguel.

"What did we talk about ignoring people? Especially her. She was bound to come up here demanding some answers y'know?" She says while scratching her ear with her pinky.

"Lyla." Miguel furrows his eyebrows slightly.

"No she's right. I want answers. Miguel we need to discuss about us." You see Miguels lip twitch downward.

"Firstly, you need to stop being a complete bitch to me. I've done nothing but try my damn best and I'm getting really sick of this treatment." You scowl.

"You go girl." Lyla claps.

"Lyla. Please go on do not disturb mode." Miguel says slowly, maintaining eye contact with you.

You feel a chill go down your spine.

"You got it boss. Props to you for remembering your manners! Don't do anything rash now!~" She teases before glitching away.

You're both left in silence. You clear your throat.

"Alright.. You can go first. Tell me what you dislike about me and what I need to work on. Just let it all out." 

Miguel crosses his arms across his chest and stares you down.

"Okay then. One, you're childish and a brat. You can't go a day without talking back or giving me an attitude. Two, you don't follow plans and procedures on missions and do whatever the hell you want.  Do you see how this is a problem? We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you just listened." He stares at you intently. 

You feel your face go red with anger. 

"Me? A brat? How about you being a stubborn dick? You don't ever listen to what I have to say, and you have some serious anger issues that you need to work on!" You look at him in disbelief.

"See here we go again. You back talking and not listening! Just listen! It's not that hard to take the criticism and just move on!" He lashes out and gets close to your face. 

"Oh you're one to talk! Look at you! Are you going to put hands on me again? That's your anger issues talking Miguel!" 

You rub your nose bridge and sigh.

"Maybe I should just leave this job. We clearly aren't working well with each other, and since I'm such a fucking brat i'll only get in the way with your work." 

Before you can step away, Miguel is already lunging at you. He flips and pushes you onto his desk and uses his glowing webs to restrain your hands together behind your back.

"Miguel?- What the fuck are you doing?!" You squeal as you try to rip off the strong bondage. But to no avail, you can't escape. Your face grows red and you stop squirming when you feel Miguels body heat behind you. 

"You're not going anywhere, spider-woman." He says in a low growl in your ear as he bends to your level, pressing his body onto yours. 

You squirm around feeling that familiar arousal in your cunt and let out an accidental whimper when you feel the imprint of his dick on your ass. 

Miguel smirks slightly and blows softly on her ear, watching her jolt with surprise.

"I see what it is now. You just wanted to be put in your place huh? Verda muñequita?" He whispers in your ear and you can't help but bite your lip.

You won't lie to yourself, the idea of being put in your place by Miguel makes you so horny, but that doesn't mean you'll give him what he wants. 

"Fuck you." You say through grit teeth. 

"Claro que sí." He moves his knee between your thighs and rubs against your sweet spot. 

You bite back a moan when you feel that pleasurable spark on your cunt. You're probably soaking wet right now and you're pretty ashamed to say the least.

Miguel waits for your reaction and frowns when he notices that your holding back. He adds more pressure to your clit and begins to move his knee in a circular motion. 

That's when you let out a loud moan.

Miguel laughs, pleased at himself and continues.

"S-Stop.." You say trying not to let any unwanted noises out. Of course, you don't want him to stop. but you aren't going to give in so easily.

"Is that really what you want? You're giving me mixed signals here." 

You yelp when you feel his fingers replace his knee. You snap your mouth shut and close your eyes trying to ignore the growing knot in your stomach. 

Miguel rubs and flicks at your clit through your spider suit while listening to the small noises you make. 

After a few moments, you suddenly feel that strong, sharp, overwhelming feeling in your stomach.

"Fuck!" You let out a strangled moan when the pleasure washes over you and leaves you trembling. Your legs give out and Miguel is quick to catch you. 

"Hm, that was quick. But we aren't done yet." Miguel growls as he rips your spider suit from your cunt. You squeal and try to cross your legs in an attempt to cover yourself. Miguel spreads your thighs apart and slides a finger down your folds. 

"You're so wet cariño." He says in a low whisper in your ear as he grins.

"Get the fuck off of me!" You yelp while out of breath. You start to fight him off but don't budge at all as he grips onto your hips.

"Guess you still haven't learned have you? Do I need to punish you?"

"Go to hell-" You moan loudly when you feel him intrude your hole with his two fingers. You clench around him and whine when you feel him curl inside you. You definitely don't miss the burning sensation of being stretched, but the pleasure mixed with the pain is something even more unforgettable.

"St- ah!- Stop! Don't go so fast!" You exclaim between moans and gasps. 

Miguel doesn't listen. He stays at the same brutal pace as he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers. And you're enjoying every second of it. He's pressing into that sweet spot that has you seeing nothing but blankness and gasping for air. 

"Wait- Wait I'm- I'm gonna-" You cry loudly and arch your back as another orgasm hits you twice harder. You're seeing stars at this point and feel each wave of pleasure hitting you in a way that makes your legs feel like jello. 

Miguel doesn't stop.

"Miguel!" You sob through gasps. 

"I know you can handle it. You deserve this. This is your punishment." He wraps his free arm around your stomach and starts rubbing at your sensitive clit. 

"M-My punishment?"

Miguel thrusts his fingers faster. "For being such a brat." He growls letting the anger take over him again.

At this point you can't hold back your sounds, and your moans are bouncing off Miguels office walls. You're sure that anyone around the area can hear your cries of pleasure.

Not even a minute later, you can feel another overwhelming orgasm coming. 

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum again!"

"Mm, really?" He coos and stops his fingers.

You whirl your head back to face him.

"Why did you fucking stop?" 

He grins and curls his fingers inside you in a slow torturous manner. Your face twists in pleasure and you arch your back, wanting to find the orgasm once again. You push your hips back, impatient at the slow pace Miguel has taken. He holds your hip in place with his free hand, slightly digging into your skin, and says in a stern voice, "No te muevas." 

You curse in frustration and can feel tears well up in your eyes. He was always such a dick to you. 

"C'mon- Seriously? I was so close!" You shout in frustration, not caring about anyone overhearing anymore.

"Pobrecita." He removes his fingers out of you and places both of his hands on each side of your head so that he is hovering over you. 

"Wha-" You turn your head and make eye contact with Miguel. You feel butterflies in your stomach and look away. 

Miguel grabs your face firmly and forces you to look at him.

"Tell me how bad you want it." He says with half lidded eyes that are just so full of lust that you want to shrink away.  

You shake your head, still in a stubborn state of not wanting him to win. 

"Mm, okay then." He releases your face and stands up. 

"Wait!" You cry out. You can't be denied an orgasm after being so close. You just can't. Especially when he makes them feel so good.

"I.. I want to cum.." You mutter quietly. 

Miguel leans down to your face. "I couldn't hear you. What was that?"

"Just let me finish damn it!" A tear rolls down your cheek. You aren't crying because your sad or anything, Miguel just has you that sexually frustrated. 

"Say it nicely muñeca." He scowls, wiping away your tear and cupping your face with one hand.

You grumble, but after a few seconds you give in. "Please. Please touch me Miguel." You look away, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact with your leader.

"Good girl." Miguel lets go of your face and wraps his arm around your stomach to hold you still. He leans his body onto you and teases your hole with his other free hand. He plunges his fingers inside you and doesn't give you a second to adjust to his speed. 

You arch your back into his dick as he grunts lightly into your ear, giving you more butterflies in your stomach. He curls his fingers inside you and finds your sweet spot again. 

Your body begins to tense up as you feel your orgasm coming once again. 

"Promise me you'll stop acting like a brat." You, in your dazed mindset, nod your head eagerly and cry out loud as the pleasure hits you harder than ever. 

You're left trembling and unable to speak as you lose all strength in your body and collapse into Miguels arm thats wrapped around you.

"You okay?" Miguel asks, flipping you over and cutting his webs off your hands.

"Mhm.." You mumble, still catching your breath.

"Good, because we still aren't done." Miguels suit disappears from his crotch area as his cock springs out, covered with pre-cum from your ass grinding on him. 

Your eyes widen at his size but you find yourself excited. Miguel notices this and chuckles.

"Beg for it princesa." He traps you with his hands on both sides of your head on his desk. 

You look away shyly, not able to say what you want to say.

"Tell me you want it." He hisses in a whisper right in your ear. "Say the words."

You gulp and stare up at him as you bring your hands around his neck.

"I need you Miguel. I need you so bad. Please give it to me." You whisper while teasing his dick with your foot. Miguel grunts and raises himself. He grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders. He strokes his cock for a second before placing it on your stomach. 

"Is that even going to fit inside me?.." You ask quietly.

Miguel chuckles. "We'll make it work." He holds onto your thigh and lines himself 

along your entrance. 

"Go slow-" You feel the wind knocked out of you as Miguel slams into you without a warning. You clench tightly around him as you see stars.

"Slow? No, you're still being punished cariño." He begins to pull out all the way before slamming back into you. He groans when he feels you tightening around him. 

"Relax." 

You scramble around trying to hold onto something for dear life and Miguel notices the panic in your eyes. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling comfort in the closure. 

You loosen your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he catches onto it. Miguel explores your mouth with his tongue as you moan softly into his mouth. You smirk before biting his bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood. He pulls back while wincing and licks the wound. 

"Payback." You grin as Miguel scrunches his face together in annoyance. Your mouth drops open when Miguel moves his hips slightly. You were focusing so much on the pain, that you didn't even notice it passed and all you were feeling was pure bliss. 

Miguel grins. He drags his cock all the way out before slamming back into you again. He begins to thrust harsh and rough into you in a brutally fast pace.

You gasp and claw at his back, creating marks through his suit. You wrap your legs around him and moan while cursing.

"Fuck- Miguel! S-Slow down!" You didn't notice, but Miguel had started attacking your neck with bite marks and kisses, leaving dark bruises where your suit isn't covering you.

"Take it." Miguel says in a low voice, dripping with danger and lust. 

Your legs begin to spasm and you suddenly can't talk anymore. You begin to clench hard around him and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

"Already?" He smirks slightly before slowing down and grinding into you. He begins to thrust into you with long and precise strokes. hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

You gasp as you climax for the fourth time and tremble as you hopelessly hold onto Miguel. 

But he still doesn't stop.

"Once more cariño. I know you can take it." He takes your slumped body in his arms and flips you back onto your stomach. You're still recovering from your intense orgasm, so you don't have enough time to complain before Miguel plunges right back into you.

"No.. Please I- I can't.." Your words come out slurred since you feel pretty fucked out. 

"Yes you can." He grabs your arms and uses them to hold onto as he harshly pounds into you. 

The room echos the slaps of skin and heavy breathing, your moans and cries of overstimulation. 

You feel another knot in your stomach and you panic. You can tell this one will be even stronger than the others, and you were sure as hell not prepared.

"F-Fuck Miguel..!" You arch your back giving him more access to your cunt.

Miguel grunts softly. "I'm almost.." He leans into the crook of your neck and softly bites into the soft flesh. You cry out as the slight pinch combined with his brutal pounding drive you to the edge. 

Miguel lets out a deep moan before he thrusts one last time. You feel his warm cum shoot inside you as you black out for a few seconds from the overwhelming sensations.

After a few moments, you feel all the energy drain from you as you attempt to catch your breath. You whine quietly feeling Miguel slide out of you. 

He stands up as his suit reappears back to cover his softening member. You slightly turn your head to look at him. 

"So you do go commando." You say as you lazily flip your body back around to face him.

"Sometimes." He mutters while caressing your thighs.

Looking down at your exposed cunt from where Miguel ripped your suit, you cross your arms.

"Take me home." You say as you try to stand up but fail horribly. 

"..Why?" He eyebrows knit in confusion.

"You just fucked my brains out, that's the least you can do. Plus I can't even if I wanted to." You roll your eyes at his stupidity.

"So you're still gonna act like a brat? Guess you haven't learned yet." Miguel growls. He picks you up bridal style and opens a portal to your dimension with his watch.

"Maybe. If it means this'll happen every time I do, then I guess I'll never learn." You say as you sheepishly smirk.

Miguel clicks his tongue and walks into the portal. 

"Maldita mocosa."