☆ 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ☆

《𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙓 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧》

☆ SMUT AHEAD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ☆

Contains:
☆ rough sex ☆
☆ minor degrading/praising ☆
☆ wrist binding ☆
☆ mouth/speaking restriction ☆

You were training in the HQ gym for an upcoming mission, something along the lines of tracking an anomaly or something. You heard the door open but chose to ignore it and keep going, until you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned around to be met with Miguel's chest in your face.

"Sorry, didn't see you there..." You said awkwardly, backing up so you weren't at level with his chest. "I've been looking for you." He said, looking down at you. "Oh...you have?" You asked, taking off the wrap you had on your hands.

"You didn't answer my call." He answered. You looked at your wrist and remembered you had taken off your wristband (idk what to call the goober so bear with me) for training. Why you did that, you couldn't remember. "Oh, sorry about that...what did you need?" You asked, his stare becoming more intense by the moment.

"Oh, just some variants escaping...only threatening this world and possibly this universe. We got it under control, no thanks to you." He crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving your figure.

"Can you lose the attitude, I'm sorry I didn't know." You retorted, throwing your things in your gym bag. "Excuse me?" He said with a raised brow. "Are you sassing me? The boss?" He asked rhetorically.

"Maybe I am-" You were cut off by his gloved hand covering your mouth roughly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." He said, dragging you out of the gym by your face.

"Miguel...let me go." You warned. You didn't care how hot he was, you weren't gonna let him treat you like this. "Pass." He replied simply, pushing you into an elevator before pressing a button. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" Your question was muffled by his large hand, but you knew he could hear you perfectly.

"Someplace where we can teach you a lesson." He said as the elevator door opened. He walked through a hallway before entering a room.

His room.

Miguel pushed you into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He pinned you to his bed, his face inches away from yours. His crimson eyes were locked onto yours, making you feel helpless as he towered over you.

He seemed to be looking for something in your eyes, searching for an answer. He must've found what he was looking for because he hungrily smashed his lips onto yours, his tongue making its way into your mouth. You didn't expect your day to go like this, but hey, you weren't complaining.

You ran your fingers through his silky brown hair, earning a low groan from Miguel. He began removing his suit without ever parting from your lips. You took this as the signal to do the same.

After both of you were stripped, you grabbed him by his jaw and kissed him deeper. He quickly took ahold of your wrists with one hand, webbing them together before placing them above your head. "I think you've done enough with these hands today. They are partially the reason you're even here in the first place, aren't they cariño?" He purred in your ear.

"Now be a good girl, and keep them there. If you can't, there will be a punishment." He warned, letting go of your hands.

Before you had a chance to come up with a response, you felt two fingers prod at your cunt. You bit your lip before you could make any embarrassing sounds.

He slowly massaged your clit in small circles, making it harder to hide your cries. He inserted his two fingers, causing a moan to slip. He quickly kissed you, muffling your whimpers. He hooked his fingers inside you, making your back arch.