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ain"t gonna feed you (i"ma let you starve)

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He’s losing his mind. For weeks -months- you’ve been driving him crazy. At first he thought it was due to your headstrong nature and your seemingly annoying ability to find him when he was distracted. No matter what he did he couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. Even worse, whenever you came into his office it was like your scent hovered for days on all of his things. The fantasies of pushing you against a wall or over his desk were getting out of hand, it was about time he did something about it.

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He was pacing. His platform was slightly raised, just enough so he would be able to see you when you came in, but you wouldn’t be able to see him. He was aching, his body hard and throbbing with every step. The moment you entered he knew. He hadn’t even seen you yet, but he could picture where you were perfectly. Standing below his platform, hands on your hips, staring up at his platform with irritation and slight curiosity. Your suit was tight in all the right places, the curves of your body drawing him in before he even truly saw you. He was insatiable.

His bedsheets knew your name.

“Hello?” You called up to him. You knew he was up there, it was like you could feel the tension coming off him and ricocheting off every surface. He so easily irritated you. He could barely open his mouth and every part of you wanted to jump him and make him shut the hell up. You distinctly remember Peter B’s comment about being able to cut the (sexual?) tension with a knife several nights ago after Miguel particularly annoyed you. You wanted to pluck his eyeballs out, not watch them roll into the back of his head. Right?

You watched the platform lower slowly, just enough before you could safely web and land without too much of a hard impact. Immediately it began to rise back up. You thought nothing of it, your interactions in his office always had the platform raised as tall as it could. Privacy maybe? His back was to you, and you couldn’t help notice how his suit tightened over his muscles and the slight ripple they made as he dropped his arms out of their crossed position to hang by his side. “You’re late.” Immediately you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze. Just enough to make him pant and his eyes go all hazy- you physically shook your head to remove the image.

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.” Your brain short circuited. Never once had he replied with that. You felt your mouth go dry. He turned at your lack of reply, his hands finding his hips. He took in your startled look and a smirk formed at the corners of his mouth. An expression you were sure felt foreign and tight on his face. “I need to talk to you about the latest anomaly. That move you did at the end.”

“I saved your ass!” You snarled at him. Every nerve ending in your body was on fire. He stalked closer to you seeming to be only inches from you now. Ever since your first meeting, when he appeared out of nowhere shooting one of his brightly colored webs at you, dragging you away from your current opponent and sticking you to a wall, your nerves singed in his presence. They burned white hot ever so aware of his every move, word or flex of muscle. The slightest remark, eye roll, or damn even his mere presence made every bone in your body want to pin him against something and squeeze the attitude out.

“I didn’t need your saving! I was doing just fine. A few more seconds and I would’ve had it all handled.” He growled, now so close to your face you could feel his breath. He pushed the boundaries of personal space often with you. Something you always thought was just due to him needing to prove himself to whoever he was speaking to, intimating them enough they would back down and he would be right again. Fuck that. He could get as close to you as he wanted but you weren’t going to let him win. He needed help and you helped like a good fucking team member.

“If I had waited a few more seconds you would’ve been hanging off the man"s claws!” You stalked closer to him your noises centimeters away from brushing against each other. You could feel his body heat radiating off him. For a split second you wished the warmth of his body was pressed into yours. You wished his warm smoky cologne would wash over you and stay in your nose for weeks. You wanted bruises on your body in the shape of his hands. Your mouth filled with saliva just thinking about his rough hands dragging over your body, his bare skin pressed into yours. The images flooding your brain were so, so, inappropriate. You blinked half a million times, swallowing before he came back into focus. If he noticed how he was affecting you, he didn’t let on.

“I didn’t need your assistance with that!” A strange, unwelcome feeling rushed down your spine and buzzed in a place it shouldn’t. You should move. You should create a more appropriate space between the both of you. His smell, warmth and proximity were affecting you in ways they should not. You were sure if you pushed your hand in between your thighs even the outside of your suit would be drenched. His breath became labored on your skin, heavy and quick, like he was just as affected as you were. But that was impossible wasn’t it? He was just your stubborn, irritating boss. You couldn’t stand him, and he couldn’t stand you.

“Then what the fuck do you need my assistance with?” You snarled at him. He had brought you on his team because you were a good fighter. You were fast, reliable and had saved everyone’s ass more times than you could count. How dare he act like you couldn’t do anything to help him. His fangs flashed as the words left your mouth and before you could even blinked, you were spun around, his chest pressed into your back. His arms wrapped around your lower abdomen. His fingers pressed right above where you desperately wanted him to touch. Right above the curve of your ass did you feel it. A large, thick, bulge pressing into you. You could feel how warm it was compared to his already burning hot body against you. His head was right next to yours, his mouth right above your ear.

“I know you can feel it. That"s what I need your assistance with princesa.” You shuddered, swallowing again. “Please help me.” He whispered in your ear.

“Miguel-” You practically moaned. You wished his fingers would move lower.
“What do you want, nina bonita?” His fingers twitched, pushing lower, the tip of his middle finger slipped in between your legs just slightly. “I can smell you. I know you"re soaked. Tell me what you need.”

“You’re delusional. I don’t need anything.” You were throbbing. If you didn’t know better, you would think that his fingers were burning through your suit. You blamed it on a need to shift but truthfully you desperately needed friction. You adjusted your shoulders and rubbed your ass along his clothed dick, drawing a low, throaty groan from his throat.

“Estás lleno de mierda. I said I can smell you princesa. You’re telling me you"re not so wet that I couldn’t slip into you with ease? I couldn’t fill you up right now?” You choked on air at his words. “Either stop moving or let me bend you over my lap and fill you with my fingers.” You wanted that so badly. You couldn’t get any wetter. If nothing came out of this, you were going to need a long, cold shower at home, your fingers busier than they had ever been. “Let me take your suit off.” He murmured into your ear, placing small, firm kisses to your throat. When you failed to answer, he took your ear into his teeth slightly nibbling. A whimper left your mouth, despite your attempts to prevent it. He hummed at your response to him. “Let me remove your suit.” He pleaded. His hands slipped upward, never leaving you.

They brushed over your breasts on their way up, his fingers pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your suit. As one of his hands slowly began prying your suit from your neck the other squeezed one of your breasts as hard as he could, the entirety of it fitting in his palm. You were sure just one of his fingers would feel like multiple of yours, his hands massive on your body. “Miguel-please.”

“What was that?” He murmured. Your suit was peeling off your body too slowly. He was using both his hands now, one of yours arms already out and exposed to the cool air of his office.

“Just rip it! I need- I need you to touch me please.” You begged him, throwing your head back on his shoulder filling your nose with the smell of his shampoo. Wasting no time, your suit was ripped off your body. His body seemed even hotter without the barrier of your suit.

“You want me to touch you?” His head filled the space between your neck and shoulder again, and left dark bruises in the wake of his mouth instead of firm kisses as before. You nodded vigorously, trying to press your body deeper into him. “Words, princesa. Words.”

“Yes, I want you to touch me.” His hands tightened around your hips lifting you briefly in the air before flipping you on to your stomach and onto his lap. His thighs dug into the soft flesh of your abdomen. One of his hands wrapped around your back rubbing circles on your soft flesh. His other hand came down hard on your ass, stinging in the absence of his hand.

“I love you like this. So desperate to be touched, begging for my fingers. That attitude of yours finally gone.” His fingers slipped lower, finally, finally, slipping into your folds. One of his fingers briefly slipped into you, shallow, and only for a second before making their way up to your clit. He began rubbing in slow circles giving you just enough but not nearly enough to make the coil in your gut unwind.

“F-fuck you. Please just touch me. I need you.” His hand retracted in an instant, smacking your ass hard, if not harder then before.

“What did I say about that attitude, maldito mocoso?” Roughly, and without any warning one of fingers pushed into you, in and out, hitting all the right spots causing you to squirm with pleasure. You whined at the continued intrusion of his finger. The hand that had been holding you down into his lap removed itself from your hip and slipped over and wrapped itself around your neck causing your brain to become just the right amount of hazy. Another smack on your ass landed and you were sure in the morning there would be a red, if not black and blue bruise in the shape of his hand. When his finger returned to its earlier position, another finger followed it, stretching you even farther.

You felt the fabric of his suit as he leaned down, his hand still pumping away. He began to kiss down the back of your neck and as far down your spine as he could. Restarting when he got to the end of his trail. His hand twisted, hitting new angles inside you. Seeming now a pattern, another hard hit to your bottom and another finger found its way inside you. If his cock was as large as you thought, the still hard bulge pressing into your side, his fingers were very needed if not necessary to make sure he didn’t hurt you. He squeezed your throat just a little harder and it snapped. The coil inside your gut ripped apart turning your vision white, the pleasure so intensive as he continued to pump his fingers it almost turned painful. He slowed down the motion of his hands before slowly removing them all together. “Such a good girl, cuming on my fingers.” The hand around your neck slowly retracted as you tried to push yourself up. In your haze you could see him- just barely- begin to lick you off his fingers.

Still recovering from your earth shattering orgasm, you pushed your way between his legs and on to your knees before the mountain of man in front of you. “Take off your suit,” You practically begged, rubbing your hands all around his thighs, abs and everywhere but where you knew he wanted you to touch. His suit practically dematerialized as you blinked, his dick long, thick and proud appeared in front of you. The second your hands wrapped around him a long throaty moan filled the room. Desperate to hear that noise again, your tongue darted out and licked the forming bead of precum from his tip. When another moan filled the air you wrapped your mouth around his length and tried to fit as much into your mouth as possible. You felt it hit the back of your throat, swallowing around it trying to get to go down as far as possible without gagging too badly. You wrapped your hands around the remaining length, bobbing your head, twirling your tongue around the veins and head trying desperately to make Miguel make more noises.

His hands found your hair and tightened around it following the rhythm of your mouth. “Let me- let me fuck your mouth hermoso.” You moved off him with a pop, wrapping your hands higher and continuing to move them back and forth, up and down.

“Yes, yes. You can.” As the last words left your mouth you filled it again and continued bobbing.

“Be good for me, princesa.” His hands held you in place, tangled in your hair, as he began to thrust his hips into your mouth. Spanish profanities began to fall out of his mouth as he continued. Removing your hands, you ran it up and down his thighs and chest feeling the muscles tensing as your hands slid over them. Suddenly, he pulled you off him panting desperately. “I wanna cum in you, is that okay?” He barely mumbled out. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, hands still in your hair. If you moved you knew his hands would slip out of your hair but you enjoyed the warmth of them pressed to your scalp. A long strain of saliva connected his dick and your mouth and you had no desire to remove it.

He seemed to recover quickly and pulled you up off the ground. He wrapped you in his arms, placing kisses down your throat, face, ending on your lips. He kissed like your lips were his oxygen and he would die if he stopped. His body backed you onto his desk, the back of your thighs hitting the hard metal. His hands gripped thighs, lifting you up and placing you on the desk. Never once did remove his lips from yours, the kisses becoming bruising, feral. Once firmly planted on the desk he pushed your legs apart, slotting himself between them. His hands nudging your legs around him, aligning both of you together. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer to you, his chest pressing tight against your breasts. Your hands slide into his hair, tugging on his dark silk between your fingers.

“Can I-” He began to ask, pulling his mouth away from you for just one second, always asking everything of you like you were going to disappear and move away from him the second he didn’t.

“Yes! Miguel just fuck me already!” You begged. He did not wait. Slowly, he pushed himself inside you, inch by inch, filling you. He wasn’t even inside you fully before he starting fucking you, hard. When he finally bottomed out inside you, kissed the bottom of your womb, he didn’t spend time enjoying it, pulling out and pushing back in within seconds. You turned into a blubbering mess, tears streaming down your face. His hands went right back home, one tightening around your throat, the other rubbing circles exactly where it always should be, slowly pulling another, stronger orgasm from you.

“Cum on my cock, nina bonita.” His voice sounded more like a command than a request and you shattered. If you thought the last orgasm from him was the best of your life, this was better. Every piece of your body felt like it was on fire, ripping apart, and being mended together at the same time by his dick. He continued his work, never stopping either of hands or his hips. A third, glorious orgasm began to form inside you, already threatening to erupt. “Such a good girl.” Miguel moaned in your ear, breathy and choppy from the continued abuse of your body. His hips began to sputter, uneven thrusts signaling his upcoming climax. “Let me cum inside you princesa, please.”

You didn’t think you could form words if you tried. Trying to convey your answer you brought your arms down around his waist and dug your nails into his back, dragging down, leaving long scratches down his beautifully sculpted back. His hips stuttered and the circles on your clit became faster. He wanted so bad to have you orgasm when he did. Tamer, this orgasm was, but it still drew tears out of your eyes and turned your vision white with earth shattering pleasure. You could feel ropes of his hot cum deep inside you, filling you, mixing with your own. With a few slow, deep thrusts pushing the last of his cum as far as he could, he slipped out of you with a long groan. His forehead rested on yours, your limp arms slowly slipping from his hair, sliding down to rest on his shoulders. Weakly, he pushed some of his cum back into you before gently lifting you off the table and into his arms.

“You did so well for me.” He muttered, running his fingers through your hair. It felt like an eternity you stood there together, waiting for the feeling to come back to your legs again and him to release you. When he finally did, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving away. You leaned back on his desk still trying to control your breathing. He returned as quick as he left, a towel in one of his massive hands. Saying nothing, he nudged his hand between your legs again, gently trying to clean the mess of liquids up before doing the same to himself. Throwing the towel somewhere useless, his suit materialized back on.

“We should do that again sometime.” He laughed, a noise you thought he would be incapable of making before today, as he handed you your ruined suit. He pressed a kiss to your forehead again in a silent agreement.

Notes:

hopefully the spanish isn’t to bad spanish dictionary can only get me so far lol.