❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

🕷｡:•.─ 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗶 ─.•:｡🕷

FEW MONTHS LATER

WARNING: NSFW, Smut, Choking Kink, Lil Rough sex, Mommy kink, Praise kink (Mostly in Spanish), Oral (f.receiving), P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Overstimulation (if you squint), Breeding kink, Just pure filth.

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You were slowly slipping out of your slumber. It had been around midnight. Or way past midnight. You weren't sure.

You rubbed your eyes, pushing yourself on your elbows when you felt some weight rest on your blanket-clad body.

Miguel had stumbled into your bedroom, falling on the bed on top of you with his head on the soft flesh of your stomach. He was still in his Spiderman suit, brown curls all over his forehead.

He looked up at you sleepily when you buried your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp with the right amount of pressure, "Hi,"

You gave him an amused smile, "Hi,"

This was almost a routine that you both followed. Miguel would over work himself and return to your comforting embrace in the middle of the night, waking you in the process. Not that it bothered you one bit.

 Your fingers traced over his temple, cheekbones, down to his jawline, finally coming to a rest on his chin while your thumb caressed his lips. Miguel kissed the pad of your thumb gently, rolling over to lie beside you on the bed.

"Nice of you to finally join me—oh!"

You gasped when Miguel caught your thigh, pulling your body closer to his. Enough to feel his body heat in your skin. His huge hunched form caved over yours, palm slipping under the shirt you were wearing to caress your bare skin.

You were just lying in bed with each other, feeling each other's skin while occasionally peppering the other with featherlight kisses, exhaustion cowering over you both.

Miguel noted your eyes, how blown your pupils were at his actions. You were cold, nipples pebbling under your shirt and goosebumps forming over your arms. Miguel cooed, his thumbs reaching out under your shirt to rub the sensitive nubs on your chest, tugging them between his fingers. Your head fell back, a mewl escaping you.

He traced his palm up to place a hand around your delicate throat, putting the slightest bit of pressure before leaning in and capturing your mouth in a feverish kiss. 

Miguel maneuvered his palms, pushing the shirt you were wearing and the other garments on you. You fisted the collar of his suit, tugging at it needily.