I Wanted To Write Something Nasty But It Ended Up Being Quite Sweet, Don't Blame Me I Just Need Love

Thoughts on Miguel having a breeding kink??

I feel like because of him being part spider he would have moments where he needs to breed you because it’s just part of his DNA, begging and asking you if he can cum inside you.

Needy Miguel who gets taken care off because he can’t control himself <333

I actually wrote a full fic based on something similar coming out later this week! but I just had a few HCs I felt I needed to share 👀👀

Miguel O'Hara Breeding kink HCs

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

summary: Breeding kink HCs + more :)

warnings: slight fdom, masturbation, breeding kink, marking, slight size kink. 18+ Minors DNI

wc: 1.6k

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Before you started dating, he hid it pretty well. 

It's not a rut per se (violent flashback to my ABO phase) but his changed DNA makes him susceptible to being more animalistic. 

Before meeting you, it was less of an issue. His instincts would be more aggressive, manifesting mostly as Spiderman. 

A little more violent, proactive, and stony-faced on the streets. Sure, his libido was higher, but he could satisfy himself fine - opting for quickies in the shower. 

When he first meets you, and you grow closer he finds them getting worse. 

Hot flushes, possessiveness, and god, he's head over heels for your scent. 

The first time you sleep together, he's more forward than he usually would be. After a date, and you look stunning, he just can't think straight. 

After a couple of beers, Miguel floats down the street next to you. You've got your hand in his, click-clacking down the sidewalk in boots and those jeans that make your ass look good. He would know, of course, he's spent the past 5 minutes staring at them. 

He's ashamed to admit it, but he can't concentrate, the story you've been telling goes straight over his head. All he can see is your bubblegum pink gloss, and that perfume you've been wearing goes straight to his cock. You're beautiful , the sweetest thing he's ever had the pleasure of taking out, and all he can think of is what you'd feel like underneath him. 

He walks you up to your apartment door. When you stop outside, he can't help but put a hand on your waist and cage you against the door. 

"You look beautiful, baby." He breathes. 

Your whole face lights up, and it's all he can do to not kiss you right there. You look up. Miguel is tall, broad and handsome. His eyes are low, dangerously raking over your face and body. 

"Do you….. do you want to come in?"

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You don't notice at first. You and Miguel have great sex: he's attentive, handsome, and he's got a pretty healthy appetite. 

He's into a lot of things you didn't think you'd like: marking you up with hickies and admiring you after. 

It's a possessiveness you're not used to, and it turns him on to no end. 

For that reason, he's very verbal; talking you through it just to see you blush. 

" Fuck, Miguel." 

He traces the fresh hickies he's made on your chest as you're splayed out below him. Obscenely, he slaps his dick against your clit, wet noises resounding through your bedroom. 

"Aren't you pretty, mi vida ?" He likes the way you writhe against him, hips flush against his and bucking up for some relief. He's been pawing at your pussy and whispering filthy shit in your ear; using his senses to chase every twitch and pulse of your body. 

"S'what happens when you walk around the house in those tiny shorts, baby. Hmm? Ass out, bending over like I can't see how wet you are. Like I can't taste it in the air." You whimper and he bucks into your hole, catching on your clit before stretching you out. He takes it slow, caging you in with his arms. 

He buries himself in you from the hilt. And he humps your clit, just the way you like it. He takes your hands and holds them above your head, picking up the pace. You writhe and strain, but he holds you still dragging his hips in and out of your sopping hole. Warm, wet, he moulds you to the shape of his cock: rhythmic pounding filling your ears. Your head lolls and he licks up your moans; angling his hips just right and deepening the kiss. 

" ¿Más duro? Harder, baby?" You whine in response, watching where you bodies meet intently. 

" Need your cum, Miguel ."

He cries out, his pace sloppier and less controlled. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him closer, impossibly deep. 

“Can I cum? Please, mami, can I cum?” 

Your answer comes in the form of a harsh tug at the nape of his neck, wrenching his lips onto yours. He stills, spurting hot, sticky cum; painting your walls white. 

~~~

Ohhh and he definitely has a size kink.

He likes to knead your body with his big hands, rubbing your thighs completely absentmindedly, after finishing. 

Aftercare is important to him, often plugging you up with his cock, or toys, or pushing his cum back in with thick fingers after spilling inside you. 

He likes multiple rounds, making sure his cum takes: he wants to see you plump and round and pretty with his baby. 

Irony is, he's not even sure if he wants kids, but the idea lights him on fire - fuels countless nights with you and nights when he strokes his cock to the thought of you. 

He becomes obsessive and a slight perv; taking your panties from the laundry to wrap around his nose, to rub against his cock when he touches himself. 

When Miguel gets like this, he is shameless, overstimulating himself to chase the perfect high.

You find him, back turned in a tight little tank top, on the bed. You heard him first, of course. The rhythmic slap and groaning that creeps into the apartment. You’ve had a long day at work, body sore and aching. The only thing you want to do is kick your heels off, and collapse into bed. And you would’ve - if not for the Miguel-shaped lump perched on the edge of your mattresses. 

You lean on the doorframe, eyebrow raised. “...didn’t know it was so soon, Miguel.”

He doesn’t even glance your way, only moaning and clutching at the sheets. You walk around for a better vantage point, to look him in the eye when he finally spills into his palm. And there, you see the deep red of a pair of panties you had put in the laundry a while back.

“Can’t help it, mi sol. You know I can’t help it.” 

"Fucking perv ." You hiss. He stops, hips jerking up. You sink down to your knees, dainty hands wrapping around his cock. All he can do is watch as you rub his length, squeezing his tip so precum pours out like a leaky shampoo bottle. 

"What were you thinking of that's got you so desperate to hump your hand?" You press a sticky kiss to his balls. 

He doesn't answer at first, too lost in the back and forth of your fingers, other hand pressing the gusset of your panties against his nose. Cruelly, you stop, and he cries out as you squeeze his tip."Asked you a question, Miguel."

"Sorry, mami. C-Can't help it. Only thinking with my cock," He whines, until you start up again. Your face is right next to his length and it is all he can do not to cum all over it. "Thinking about you. Fucking you hard. Deep. Filling you up with my cum again and again-" 

"You want to fuck a baby into me?" 

He nods desperately. "Wouldn't you look so pretty? Plump and round and waddling around with all my cum? Mine, always mine," You speed up, snaking a hand downwards to put some pressure at your clit. Ever perceptive, he notices and grabs, pulling you upwards. Like paper, he rips through the stockings, biting and soothing the bites with his tongue all over your thighs. 

"You want my tongue, first? My fingers?" 

You shake your head. "N-No, Miguel. Long day jus'.... need your cum. Fill me up. Breed me."

He doesn't need to be told twice. You help him get rid of his clothes, and strip down to your bra and panties. He looks hungry, eyes raking over the peaks and troughs if your body. You know what he's like when he gets like this; little self control, reckless abandon. He'd actually fuck a baby in you if it weren't for your birth control. So when you sink down on his length, he isn't tender or sweet, like he usually his. He's an animal , fucking up into your hole and kneading the globes of your ass apart for better purchase. 

"Give it to me, mi vida ." You clench around his thick dick, the burn and stretch of him just right. "Oh fuck, just like that. M'gonna cum, baby, straight into this cunt. Gonna fuck a baby into you, okay? Dámelo, dámelo…"

He stutters, hips flush against your clit and giving you the most delicious throb at your pussy. With a cry, he cums into, deep, as promised. He wraps his fingers in yours, holding you through your own impending orgasm. You fall through the sky, together, coming down from your high. He kisses your forehead with a lazy smile. 

"Not enough, mi vida. Gotta make sure it takes." 

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Miguel O'Hara: Random Horny Thots #1

NSFW - @guruan made me do this (not really I saw the drawing and it gave me thots) Based on this drawing.

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Miguel is anything but subtle. You walk into your shared flat and see him sitting in a chair with his legs spread wide and hands behind his head. His soft cock, still more than impressive in its size, out on display for you to admire.

He tells you he wants you to try again. Despite him not being your first sexual partner, you hadn't been able to actually take him all the way. He was too big...he was far too big.

He knew it, that's why when you would tell him to stop all the other times you tried to take him. So many times he'd been hovering over you, bulbous tip of his cock pressed against your little hole, unable to get any further than that. He could get that fat head just barely inside, but any further would rip you to shreds.

So now he's letting you do it. It doesn't take long for him to be fully erect. He tells you all the time how much he fantasizes about the day you'll finally be able to take every inch he has to offer. So it makes perfect sense that when your dripping and needy cunt is hovering over his wide girth, he's at the ready, leaking precum down the sides of him in anticipation.

"Just take it slow honey, you can do it." He'll say, holding onto your hips for stability and guidance, not making any attempt to push you or make you uncomfortable.

When you get the tip in, he's already making rough groans and trying to stop himself from bucking his hips upward. You start lowering yourself, feeling the burn of the stretch. Miguel is being so soft, not like he is with anyone else you've seen. He's moved one hand up to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over you gently.

"You're doing so well, such a good little girl for me, keep going, I know you can take it."

You wince, lowering yourself further. He's stretching you out, filling you one inch at a time as you keep going. You start to sweat, unsure if you can continue. You drop your forehead onto his, breathing so heavy it's like you've run a marathon, and you've still got more than halfway to go.

"I...I don't think I can." You feel involuntary tears start trickling down your cheeks. "Miguel, it's so big I can't do it."

"Sh, honey, sh." He tips up your chin, "let me kiss those cries out of your pretty mouth hm?"

He hums into your mouth, doing what he said he would. Continuing to whisper in between the kisses that you're such a perfect girl, such a pretty girl taking him so well. You keep going, getting lower and lower until you're fully sitting on him, and he's all the way inside.

You're panting as you melt into him, feeling so full you swear your insides are rearranged at this point. You can feel your tummy bulging against his abdomen, and he's actually smiling - it's a furrowed brow grumpy man smile but a smile nonetheless - , telling you how proud he is that you managed to take him all the way.

Who needs organs anyway?

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.

all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron

!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)

(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)

Miles “Who’s Morales?” Morales

Take a seat || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: Never in your wildest dream did you imagine having your husband ask you to sit on his face.

Tags: Face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, smut, NOT BETA READ.

Words: 1.2k

saw someone plead for this one lmao. They asked so nicely so I delivered, idk if this is how it usually goes tbh. This shit's so rushed but I guess I have to squeeze everything out before school starts again tomorrow aaaaaaaaaa

other than that, enjoy! Thank you all for your love on my fics aaaaaaaaaa im running out of header pics da;flkhwah

mi vida - my life || dios mio - my god || mi bella esposa - my beautiful wife || cariño - honey

“You want me to do what now?”

Miguel sighed exasperatedly as he facepalmed, embarrassed. “Don’t make me repeat mys—”

“No no no, I heard you loud and clear.” Which doesn’t mean you understand why all of a sudden. “But why?”

“Should I have any reason why I want you to sit on my face?”

In a gazillion universe, you’d never thought you’d hear those words come out of his lips. Sitting on his lap, you stared at the man incredulously to which he scowled at.

Usually, oral between you both are usually done with you underneath him as he pinned your thighs open and wide for him since he likes the control. To hear him ask you to sit on his face mid-foreplay shocked you.

You pinched your thigh, unconvinced by his sudden change of mind and Miguel sighed once more.

“Is it that hard to believe, mi vida? Dios mio, if you don’t want to do it, just say it—”

“No no no, lay back down, I’m just processing.”

Excitement thrummed madly in your veins as you pushed the man back into the mattress. Excitement got you removing your underwear in a second before sitting back on his chest. It’s not fast enough apparently, when his strong arms hook under your legs and pull you directly on top of his lips.

Your breath got stuck into your throat. The mere feeling of his hot breath on your skin caused ripples of heat from your abdomen to your fingertips. You’ve always had orals before, it was something he’d never forget, yet there was something about sitting on top of his face that got you aroused more than ever.

“Go any slower and I would’ve thought you’d want to back out.”

“Not my fault. You’re so impatient.”

“A pretty girl sat on top of me, naked and wet, begging to be devoured. Do you think I’d ignore you, mi bella esposa?”

His dark voice, along with his fogged red eyes staring at you through his eyelash sent shivers down your spine, cheeks flushing beet red. You almost slapped the growing smirk off of his face at your flustered state.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you smell absolutely delicious.”

His arms locked around your thighs and you immediately knew you were done.

His tongue felt like silk gliding through your folds before rolling your clit in figures of eight. You sighed, throwing your head back as pleasure slithered down your spine at his every exhale fanning your skin. 

There was something about the stings his stubbles brings as it scratches your skin along with the stimulation of his tongue that drive you crazy. 

You swear you’re not a masochist by any means, yet when it comes to Miguel, every joy, sadness, pain and pleasure felt like a reward from the high heavens that you couldn’t help but accept with gratitude.

Your hand found stability in his dark locks, pulling and tugging his head closer to your heat, causing him to groan, the vibration seeping into your bones.

His hands roamed your body as if desperate to find a treasure in the unknown, nails dragging the skin from your back and down to the globes of your ass. The sting they left in their wake stirs your nerves awake, the pain mixing in with pleasure. You sighed, falling to lean on the piles of pillows as you dragged your clit with the point of his tongue.

Miguel wandered lower, tongue rolling around the rim of your entrance, sending electric jolts down your legs. You shivered as the sensation of his fangs rubbing against your folds, always so close yet so far away.

You gasped when the appendage plunged into your entrance, his large nose pushing into your clit as he pulled you closer to his face.

“Fuck…!”

“You taste divine, cariño.” He groaned. “Give me more.”

Bringing his hand down hard onto your ass, you whined. The stinging pain it left had your body singing for more and you knew Miguel was aware of the effect it has on you with how hard you clench on his silky appendage.

“Move.”

“Huh?”

Another sharp slap echoed in the living room, harder than the one earlier and you cried, hips stuttering forward on his flattened tongue.

“Ride me, cariño. Like you’ve always wanted.”

And you swear you’ve never heard anything more romantic than that.

With a smidge of hesitance, fearing you’d suffocate him, you rolled yourself on his tongue, eyes locked onto his darkened ones that dripped with desire. Still unsatisfied, his hand lands another hit on your skin and you move more desperately against him.

You cry as he starts to pick up the pace of his tongue, putting pressure onto your bead and shaking his head aggressively underneath you. He swats you once more when your hips stutter from the stimulation before clawing your flesh and grounding you further into his mouth.

“Harder.”

“I’m trying—Ah!”

Sneaking a hand below, he immediately inserts two digits inside of you. He spared no time hastening the speed of his thrusts while licking enthusiastically onto your clit making your eyes roll back.

Chasing the pleasure his fingers and mouth offered you, your hips rolled uncontrollably against his face. The obscene squelch echoing in the room would have embarrassed you, yet you couldn’t find it in you to flush.

The tight knot in your abdomen tightens as heat explodes from your chest and reaches down the tips of your limbs. You couldn’t do anything but cry as you tether closer to nirvana.

“I-I’m close.”

“Come for me, mi vida. Give it to me. I want it all.”

With his grounding arm reaching up to rake through your back along with his fingers and tongue, the knot unfurls and you come with a cry. 

Suddenly, he had both arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from fluttering away from his ministrations. You gasped and pushed at his head but he paid no heed to them, rolling and shaking his tongue onto your clit as if trying to coax another climax from you.

“Miguel…!”

His nails digging into your flesh was the only answer you received and maybe the tug on his lips at your trembling thighs as well. It didn’t take long before pain started to blur with pleasure and your hips rocked against his tongue despite the protest of your heat with one hand tugging on his hair and the other holding on for dear life onto the headboard.

You didn’t have the mind to worry about his nose being blocked by your mon pubis, focused solely on your orgasm. With how he ground your hips onto his lips, you knew he didn’t mind.

And with a weak shout, you unravel, flesh and bones, on top of him. There’s a sound of something breaking in the haze, but paid no heed to it as you fall bonelessly onto the mattress. Miguel pulls away, gasping for air just as you turn to face the ceiling.

Your arousal drenching his face evoked something feral within you, the simmering desire in your stomach stirring awake once more. His eyes turned to the headboard and chuckled, reaching over to run his fingers over the dent with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I guess a Spider-Man will always be a Spider-Man.”

“Oh shut up.” You groaned, chucking a pillow on his face.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ellie williams x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: sex toys

warnings: vaginal fingering, overstimulation

word count: 0.5k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

Your hand covered your eyes, a small whine escaping from your lips as Ellie slightly crooked her long fingers to hit that spot again, simultaneously holding the vibrator more firmly against your clit.

She could sense you were getting painfully close despite your attempts to wriggle away from the vibrator pressed against you.

"Come on, give it to me" she demanded, pressing the button on the side of the vibrator to increase the speed.

"Fuck– I can't," you croaked out as your legs shook from the stronger vibrations, every limb of your body feeling limp. You felt like you were melting into the mattress, all your energy having evaporated through your previous orgasms.

"Yeah you can. You're almost there" she raised an eyebrow as she looked up at you sinking the back of your head in the pillows, lewd squelching sounds of your juices every time she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

That packed vibrator you had found while on patrol was equally a blessing and a curse, and you should have known that that smug smile Ellie shot you when she found out it still had batteries that happened to work would lead you here, in this exact situation. 

Not that it wasn't pleasant, but Ellie wanted to make the most of that small object, and your multiple orgasms were the proof of that.

Your back started arching as she started drawing circles with the tip of the vibrator, biting down on her bottom lip as she drank in the sight of you being so sweaty and so damn wrecked because of her. Her gaze dropped back to your exhausted cunt, working to angle her expert fingers just right inside you.

You mouth dropped open in a strangled gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the pleasure from the vibrations on your clit and her fingers grazing that spongy spot inside of you expanded through your whole body like a warm liquid running through your veins, your heart rapidly thumping in your ribcage as she helped you ride out your high, keeping the same pace and same spot with her fingers and same pressure and pattern on your clit.

She withdrew when it seemingly became too much, your cunt softly twitching as you came down from your high once more, labored breaths and a breathy chuckle escaping your lips.

"One more?" she asked, challengingly cocking an eyebrow, holding up the small object still vibrating. 

You reached and squeezed her wrist in panic, quickly snatching the vibrator with your other hand from hers with the last ounce of strength left in you, earning a laugh from her.

"Okay. You did good" she muttered, leaning to leave a kiss at the inside of your thigh. "One last thing" she hovered over you, presenting her ring and middle finger to your face. You tilted your face up and took them in your mouth, sucking them clean and tasting your own juices, tongue wrapping around them.

"Good girl." she smirked as she withdrew her fingers from your mouth.

She brushed away the damp hair sticking to your forehead, making room to press a kiss there, your eyes closing from exhaustion.

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He hates the am and the pm 💥🤯🕷️🕸️🎸

hey love!

i was wonderin' if you can do a soft poe hc? your last request got me all soft. i just wanna see him & reader pining for one another, all fluff! thank you ᥫ᭡ 

hi dear! you got it :]

⭑ before he leaves for a fight/mission, he'll kiss your head and whisper reassurances that he'll be okay and that things will be alright. he'll also remind you of how much he loves you. when he's truly about to go, he gives you the tightest most loving hugs ever. he loves you more than anything in the galaxy.

⭑ he leaves sweet notes around where you guys are currently staying (you guys move around a lot due to the fight with the first order) for you to see when he's gone. you've found them on the bathroom mirror, on your blaster, in your shoes, really just everywhere. he wants to do what he can to make sure you feel loved while he's away.

⭑ he carved your guys' initials into your blaster before he gave it to you. he felt better knowing he was the one who gave it to you and that you'll be safe.

⭑ he's very possessive and loves kissing you when someone is eyeing you. you're his and he wants people to know that. he always holds your hand when you guys are out, he wants everyone to know you're taken, taken by him.

⭑ he loves cooking together, he's always down for trying new recipes when you guys have the time. he likes to come up behind you and tickle your sides (as long as you're not holding something sharp or hot) when you're not expecting it. he enjoys messing with you but it's never anything too serious.

⭑ he brings you up to finn and rey a lot, he will talk people's ears off going on about you. he's so proud that you're his.

⭑ if he hears that there's something you want, he'll do whatever he can to try to get you that thing. he loves seeing you happy and surprising you with thoughtful gifts.

⭑ big spoon alert! he's so protective over you and loves spooning you, he feels secure knowing you're safe in his arms.

⭑ when he's home, he cannot keep his hands off of you. he's constantly pulling you in for hugs, kissing you, massaging you, all of it. he's big on physical touch.

Honorable Man (Kento Nanami x Intern!F!Reader)

Words: 4k

Minors DNI

Tw: smut little plot, age gap implied (20s and late 30s), power imbalance (superior and intern/college student), unprotected sex with creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!nanami, dumbification, rough, work place sex, no curses au, squirting, manhandling, size kink a little, degradation and praise, 'sir', crying, cum ♡, this is just horny and ooc ngl babes

"Nanami, can you take the new intern under your wing?"

Those damn words. His boss didn't even give him a choice and somehow it was always Nanami who got stuck with college boys that thought they knew how the world works. Only that you weren't a boy and that you were actually resourceful; how was that somehow worse? Now he was stuck with you, stuck with your cute face.

The whole office stopped for a moment when you walked in and introduced yourself. You were just captivating, desirable. Nanami hated it. Hated how the others looked at you like you were a meal to try but he caught himself checking out the composition of your body too. His boss was about to snatch you, suddenly seeming to have the time to work in the intern but Nanami had some care left. He was pretty sure he was the only honorable man in this building anyway.

"You are the intern?" He got to you first.

"Y-yes?" You were nervous, it was all over you and Nanami found it endearing. He hated this job, you were excited for it. How ironic.

"I am Nanami, I will be responsible for you. What was your name?"

"(Y/N)! I am so sorry," you bowed. "It is nice to meet you, sir."

That was how it started. How it's going? Not good. You and Nanami stayed late, a problem with the numbers and while he had told you to go home you wouldn't abandon him on this.

"Two minds work faster," you reasoned. "You'll be here the whole night… If we work together it will only be a few hours. I have no one waiting at home. Your wife probably wants you back?" 

"No wife," he sighed. 

You got a lot more comfortable with everyone else gone and Nanami realized as professional as you seemed, you had another side to you. One that took off your shoes and kneeled on the office chair, bent forward to look at his screen. And Nanami tried to not notice but the way your skirt fell now, exposing the back of your plush thighs, how your back curved and your arms squeezed your breasts. He realized that he was not as honorable as he thought. His cock was surely disagreeing, feeling trapped against his dress pants.

"There," you pointed at the screen. "Let me," you got up quickly and moved before him, typing and Nanami wished he could pay attention to the damn screen.

He could just grab your hips now and you'd be sitting on his lap. You practically stood between his legs, bent forward. You had freed your hair earlier from a tight ponytail and it was now gracefully cascading over your shoulder. Your ass, it was begging to be caressed, shy underneath your skirt.

"Why is it not working?" You frowned and looked back at him and Nanami could finally pay attention to the problem at hand again. He skimmed your typed command.

"Here," his hands brushed against yours as he reached for the keys and he felt electrified. "Rookie mistake," he changed something and the screen turned green now. You solved the error.

"Nice!" You exclaimed and straightened up, smiling at him. "Teamwork makes the dream work?"

"Do not expect praise from me. You should know that by now," he sighed but regretted saying it when your lips pushed into a pout and your brows furrowed. You were downright adorable and all Nanami could think of was fucking that pout from your face.

"But I've been so good," you said, jokingly. You managed to make it worse for him still. A little tease.

"Let's pack up and go home," he got up and loosened his tie, then packed up his stuff and you got in the elevator. "Do you take the subway?"

"I do. You mind walking together?" You smiled softly.

"Of course not. It's late, best I will walk you home if you don't mind?"

"You don't have to," you said gratefully. 

"But I will."

"It's appreciated, Nanami-san."

And of course it started to pour. Your white blouse did not hold up for long and your black bra was showing quickly. "Here," he took off his suit jacket and handed it to you. You looked up and your eyes met, gluing together for the very first time. Strands of soaked hair framed your wet face, your lips were plump and so inviting. The blush on your cheeks made Nanami feel lightheaded.

"Thank you. With the rain… are you sure you'd not rather go home?" You smiled so politely not even realizing Nanami did it for his own sanity and put it on, turning back to the screen. "My train is there in 5 minutes."

"Good," he sighed. "I said I'll walk you." Nanami saw the group of boys way before you did. He still did not think you'd react with a flinch that made you step back instinctively and crash into him. His hand moved to your shoulder and he steadied you. "Careful."

"Sorry," you moved back, away from his body. "They are in one of my classes… not up for a conversation right now."

"Why?"

"You know… boys," you said with disgust.

He let out a chuckle. Yeah, you needed a man, didn't you?

"(Y/N)?"

"Wonderful," you breathed quietly. "Hi."

"Haven't seen you on campus in a while?"

"I'm doing my internship right now actually," you pointed at Nanami.

"But you're coming to our party this Friday, right?"

You swallowed it down best you could but there was still annoyance in your tone, "probably; when everyone else goes, I'll come."

"Cool! See you then." They got on the train that arrived right then.

You turned to Nanami with shocked eyes, "that was the most civil conversation I had with them. Can I bring you to class next time? I think your calm thing might influence them?"

He shook his head and chuckled, "not a chance. College days are not something I want to relive."

"What college did you attend?"

He hated that question. "A private one."

"Oh," you smiled. "Like a rich kid?"

He chuckled at that.

The train finally arrived and you sat down next to each other. You looked so adorable in his jacket, Nanami was struggling to not stare at you.

"Do you like your job?" You asked with care, your voice sounding more timid.

"It pays good money."

"That's not what I asked," you peered at him and he met your gaze.

"Indeed," he realized. He was the one who never not be direct so why was he shying away from saying he hated it, loathed it with every fiber of his body. Kento wasn't a flirt but the opportunity was too good to not take. "Well, it is almost bearable now that you are there." He watched how your cheeks flushed with something other than the cold.

"That was praise," you grinned.

"The most you will get from me," he said. Unless you'd be a really good girl for him, then he might just have to give you more. Nanami knew that once he was home his mind would be consumed by that thought. How your cute eyes would be wide with shock and lust as he drives his cock into your hole, how your cute little body would submit to him fully, utterly, not like there was another option with the difference in size and how he'd just fuck you dumb, make a little stupid airhead out of you.

"You okay?" You reached for him and your soft touch on his knee sent jolts of energy through his body. "You're getting kinda pale."

Yeah, surely. His blood was rushing to another place with the thoughts he was having. "Yeah," he cleared his throat. "All good."

And then, just one thing after another happened, like the universe wanted his balls to burst. The weather got so bad, winds and thunders that you barely made it to your small apartment, absolutely drenched.

"Nanami, please just stay the night. Be reasonable," you said. "You won't make it home in this. We caught the last train that was actually getting through."

He knew you were right but his patience, his manners were hanging on by a thread. The way water dropped from your hair onto your collarbones had him nearly shaking. You were a dream, a fever dream.

"You are right. I apologize for the inconvenience," Nanami sighed.

"You're no bother," you smiled and unlocked the door. You got into your apartment and you got him a towel. 

"I quickly take a shower; do you want to shower as well?" You asked. 

Nanami knew it wasn't what you meant, but he still swallowed way too noticeably as his mind conjured lewd images.

"I mean– after I'm done… unless," your smile turned mischievously for a split second and you laughed. You did not wait for his answer, as it was just a joke and disappeared into the bathroom.

Nanami knew you were joking. He knew you well enough by now to know you wouldn't pass up a little comment like that. But what if? Maybe it wasn't a joke. Maybe he did not read into it? The subtle teasing and how he thought often enough that your naivety was all but a mask? But he wasn't thinking straight. He knew that for sure. Kento was digging his fingers into his palms, leaning back on the couch. If he'd move he'd cave. God, you were a burn. His gaze slowly shifted to the bathroom door and his breath got stuck. The door was wide open.

You weren't dumb. An invitation.

Nanami thought he was being subtle, but sometimes you caught him and all his dirty thoughts were visible in the way his face twisted. His stupid beautiful face. You just weren't immune to him. His tall and broad frame, rock hard muscles; he could hold you down and render you helpless so perfectly. The aura of authority he exuded made you feel high, made you feel like dropping to your knees. You knew it could get the both of you in so much trouble. You knew he had power over you in ways that were toxic at best and morally wrong most days but that turned you on so much. It made you pool your panties how every man in that office wanted to fuck you, and none of them were trying to hide it, except Nanami who was desperately trying to. He actually saw you as someone other than a cute college girl, you'd say he even respected you somewhat and still he couldn't stop himself and his desires to fuck the little intern girl. Your cunt twitched whenever you caught that gleam in his warm gaze when he looked over to your desk. 

You wanted him so bad yet your heart still ran miles when you felt him slip into the shower, one of his big hands sliding on your hip while he other wrapped around your throat.

"You got the hint," you whispered, mind turning to pudding immediately.

He chuckled sharply, "so you truly are a slut, hmm."

He pressed you to himself, your back to his chest as your ass squeezed his hard cock. You hummed, head spinning. Finally.

Nanami placed soft kisses along the arch of your neck. "All those little things. Bending over, batting your lashes at me and getting just a bit too close. I thought you were just too innocent to know what you were doing to me," he groped at your ass. He finally had you and his mind was already so intoxicated he feared there was absolutely no stopping now. The way your body responded to his touch, you were his and ready for the taking. "You little tease." He slapped your ass and you yelped. "You need a man to fuck you, hm?"

"Nanami," you breathed softly, nodding. "Please."

His hand traveled from your neck to your face and he pressed his middle and ring finger to your lips. You parted them and sucked the long fingers in, swirling your tongue around his digits with a hum.

"Don't forget your manners now," he chuckled, pulling his fingers back and you released them with a pop.

You arched your back, your ass grinding from side to side with his impressive cock pressed into your flesh. He let out a shaky breath and hum, hands on your hips holding them steady. "I want you so bad, Nanami-san," you cooed. "Please, fuck me. Please."

He slapped your ass again and you yelped then he spun you around, hand on your throat. Your lust filled eyes met and you looked at each other with raw hunger. "You sure that little college pussy can handle me?"

You reach for his length and pumped it slowly in your fist. You nodded enthusiastically, licking your lips in anticipation but it only earned a slap across the face from him. You moaned.

"I don't like having to wait for answers, little whore."

Your voice was quiet and shaky, the hand on your throat and his burning gaze did not make it easy to form words. You were so turned on by his roughness which you knew was all but frustration building up over months. "Use my pussy however you want, Nanami-san."

"Careful what you wish for, darling," he grinned before finally pressing a hard kiss to your lips. Your lips moved with so much passion and feral lust. His hands roamed all over you, pinching your nipples and kneading your tits. Your own hands explored his body, his muscles and the faint scars littered across his body.

You moaned when you felt his hand on your core, dipping into the horny wetness. He rubbed your clit roughly.

You whimpered, "please… please." Your mind was already blanking.

"Shh, don't worry, honey," he grabbed you and pulled you out of the shower. There was no time to get to your bed so he pushed you on the floor face first with your ass up high and when you felt his hot tip on your slick clit you saw stars.

"I can't wait a moment longer, sweetheart. Good that you're already soaking, hmm?"

He pushed into you with care, stretching you out with his girth slowly and steady. Your moans were sweet like candy as he invaded your body, pushing deeper and deeper but taking his time. There was no time for foreplay, Nanami felt like his balls were going to burst. He needed to have you right now.

"Shit," he grunted. "Look how well you take me."

You were a moaning mess, incoherent rambles dragging over your lips as the feeling took over you completely. It was painful but just so hot. Maybe it was simply the circumstances, he was your superior, or his cock really was just made for you.

"Thank you, thank you," you gasped, digging your nails into the small bristles of the carpet. It was pure bliss, his cock stretched your walls and sat so deeply and snug. You knew the pain would not go away, he could only fuck it better. "Move," you whispered shakily, feeling so damn full it was hard to breathe. "Please, sir."

"As you wish, darling," he hummed and curled his hips back only to thrust back into you, forcing his thick length all the way in. "So tight," he said over your cry.

You whined like a poor puppy, desperately clawing for something to hold onto as you were face to face with gleeful oblivion. Your knees were burning as he rocked your entire body back and forth. Again and again. His balls clashed against your clit in a rhythmic bounce as the sound of skin colliding hard filled the air alongside your pathetic sounds.

You tried to get words out, tell him you were close, tell him how good this felt but you could only moan pathetically.

And your orgasm, it was there all of a sudden and completely overwhelming you. You were trapped in the kind of ecstasy that made your mind blank entirely, made you lose all control of your body. 

"You squirted," he chuckled. You felt it now as you got your breath back, the wetness that ran down your thighs. Oh god. "Think you can do it again? Hmm?" Nanami reached around you and started to rub your clit.

You squealed, screamed and your body shook again, another orgasm tearing through you with clear liquid spilling past his thick shaft. "Nanami!" You panted. "Nanami!! Fuck, fuck, t-too much. T-to m-much--please."

"Your pussy is so swollen it only got tighter," he grunted but he ignored you and his pounding never ceased and only became sloppier. "Again," he growled, ordered. And you had no choice but to obey. This time he pulled out of you cumming on your cunt while you squirted yet again, fountains leaking from your hole. Your entire body was jerking from the orgasm he fucked out of you.

Nanami picked you up and carried you to your bed. You thought you could catch your breath for a moment but cried out when he slid back into you with absolutely no resistance from your weeping hole. You met his eyes, seeing nothing but dark lust. He held your hips and you clawed at his fingers.

"Nanami, t-too much. P-please, C-can't m-more," you mewled, body winding. He began to plow into you, deep and slow. "Fuck!" You whimpered and tears shot into your eyes.

"One more," he panted. "I know you can give me one more, sweetheart." He kissed your face, kissed your tears away. "You are a big girl, aren't you? So don't cry."

You nodded, leaving scratches down his back before settling in his hair. He grunted into the kiss you shared when you tugged harshly. Both of you panted heavily.

You let out a little whine, the only signal you could give him that you were almost tipping over again. 

"I know, I know," he sighed and lifted himself to look at you. Your eyes were crossed, tongue lolled out of your mouth. "So beautiful."

You smiled for a second before your moans and whimpers got louder. Your whole body convulsed and Nanami almost lost it at how your pussy clenched around him. He pulled out just in time, his hot seed splashed onto your stomach.

You both caught your breath for a second then he kissed you sloppily, picking you up and getting you cleaned. 

He wasn't that bad. Maybe not as honorable as he thought but he was still half decent. He tugged you in, showering you with the sweetest praise he could muster up. He said if you'd be a really good girl he would.

》》》》

"We'll be late for work," Nanami grinned, eyes fixed on your face that was twisted with pleasure. You looked so damn beautiful like this, bouncing on his cock, his hands being the only thing holding you upright as your palms were glued together

You didn't reply. "I said we'll be late for work. You hurry up. Fuck yourself on my cock, make yourself cum."

You only babbled incoherently, your bouncing became harder, your head rolled back. You were about to fall apart.

"Your pleasure comes first, doesn't it? Don't you deserve to come? Look at me."

You mewled, a loud moan dragged over your parted lips as you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your body jerked. You were so close. "You're so beautiful," you breathed, your fingers lacing together. "Y-your hands are so big," you smiled as you looked at your hand in his.

Nanami laughed condescendingly and you whimpered. That tone drove you crazy. You wanted him to tell you how useless and dumb you were in that tone. "Nanami–"

"So dumb on my cock, aren't you?" He grunted. "Who's my stupid slut–"

"I am!" You gasped with elation. "I am!"

"That's right," he could feel you clench around him and your eagerness made his cock throb. "I think I'm gonna cum inside of you–" your nails now dug into his palms and your back curved. "Maybe you're less stupid with my seeds in your tummy. What do you think?"

"P-pl-please! Am so dumb… so so– dumb whore. Need cum," you strangled for air as the fire in your stomach became unbearable.

"Yes," Nanami moaned and his legs jerked slightly. You milked him, his hot cum spilling deep inside of you, making you feel so full. Your body shook violently as your orgasm rippled through you. He made you feel so good. You collapsed on his sweaty chest, heaving and whimpering. "Nanami-san," you whispered. "Thank you."

He wrapped his arms around you, "such a good girl." He could feel your smile but he wasn't done just yet. Nanami flicked you on your back and pushed your legs up until your ass was in the air. "We don't want to waste a drop," he slipped underwear onto your legs, and dressed you in them. The absolute shock in your eyes; Nanami wanted to fuck you for another round but then you'd never show up to work.

"Get dressed now, darling."

》》》》

"Be good," he growled and pushed the left leg up on the counter. "I won't repeat it."

"But what if someone–" who were you kidding, you were already throbbing for his cock.

"You're going to that party, aren't you?" He rubbed his cock up and down between your pussy lips. He knew immediately when you showed up. Your outfit was still professional but could easily be transformed to something appropriate for a party.

"Y-yes," you met his eyes in the mirror. "Nanami–"

"Then I gotta make sure those boys stay away from you, hm?"

You smiled. "Does your cum in me repel boys?"

He grinned back, pushing into you painfully slowly. Your head falls forward, hair spilling all around. 

"Naturally," he hissed. "Baby, you gotta keep quiet, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

You nodded.  "I know. Will do. Will be good."

"We gotta make this quick, darling." His hips snapped, settling into a relentless pace. You covered your mouth, biting your own fingers as you tried your hardest to stay quiet. 

Nanami could lose himself in your sweet pussy but as he said, this needed to be quick. He reached around and started to circle your puffy clit. Your eyes met in the mirror again as he watched yours roll back. You both came at the same time.

Nanami pulled out slowly, making sure that not a single drop made it out of your sore cunt. Then helped you get dressed again. You fixed his tie up in return.

His index fingers moved to your chin tilting it up, "if you need to get out of there then call me. I'll pick you up. And be safe… don't drink too much."

Your stomach twisted and you nodded.

pov - peter parker 

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: what better way to spend the day than sleeping in with your favorite boy. a boy who just so happens to be spiderman.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: swearing and suggestiveness.

God, he looked so pretty like this…

…sleeping peacefully as the curtains welcomed in the afternoon sun. His light brown curls strewn out over his pillow, partly covering his face. On your side, you observed the rise and fall of his chest as he rested underneath your shared bedding. The sight warmed your heart as well as sent your cheeks a tingly sensation.

Forever didn’t seem like a long time if spent like this. Lazy Sunday mornings, sleeping in until noon and watching Peter get the rest he so desperately needs.

And you, oh so desperately, wanted to reach out and- no. No, he needs this.

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