"Fuck me like you hate me..."

smut

"Are you sure you're a hero, Spider-Man?" You smirk up at him. His hand gripping your throat while you're pushed up against the brick wall. "You're acting like the villain right now."

"The only villain here is you." He fumed. His fingernails digging into the skin of your throat.

You taunt him, noticing his tongue lapping at his fangs. Half of his mask covering his face. "What, you gonna kill me? Go ahead..." You bit your lip with adrenaline. Hesitation in his eyes. "Just know, people are watching..."

Miguel looks around, watching the crowd of people watching with curiosity. He curses under his breath. "Fuck you."

You lean into his ear with the little space you had. "Didn't you do that already last night?"

He widens his eyes, shocked that you brought up last night's events into a serious situation. You went on a killing spree, assassinating men for your clients. You could say you're a kind of "hitman". Getting offers to assassinate politics, traffickers, etc.

"Cállate." He mutters, shushing you up.

"Let's just forget this ever happened and..." your hand trails up his chest, caressing his masked face. "...go back to my place."

He sighs, "You idiot."

"What? I couldn't hear you with all the police sirens." You ask.

"I said, YOU IDIOT-"

Before he could repeat his sentence again, a cough was emitted from his lips by you kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. He lets you go and yells in pain by the hit. His knees buckling.

You take this opportunity to run away, grabbing your gun that was a few feet away from you. Pointing it towards Miguel. He quickly reacts and retracts the gun with his webs.

"Asshole." You mumble, getting on your motorcycle and driving away.

"C'mon Spider-Man! You let her get away again!!" A civilian yells at him.

Another one responds to the one who yelled, "I think he likes her."

Miguel turns back around making sure his mask covered his face. "I do not! She won't get far, I'll capture her soon. Everybody go home!"

"He so does." The civilian mutters before leaving along with the crowd.

The sound of a door slamming made you open your eyes. You had just got done showering and you were in pjs sleeping comfortably on your queen-sized bed. You sit up and see the man leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom with his arms crossed against his chest.

"You're here, yay." You lay back down turning your body so your back is facing him.

"What the hell was that back there?!" Miguel scolds you.

"I was trying to escape, so I kicked you in the balls." You mutter under your blanket. "Why? Does it still hurt? Do you want a massage?" You remove the blanket from your face and smirk at him.

Miguel walks inside so he can get his clothes ready to take a shower. "You know, you killed a very important man. I was only trying to stop you." He says while grabbing his sweatpants and a towel.

"Well that 'important man' killed innocent people too. I was only doing my job. And I got paid really good for it." You lean against the headboard and watch him go into your bathroom.

"Yeah whatever." He takes off his watch, and grabs a gun from his pocket, placing it on your vanity. "Here's your gun by the way. Next time I won't bring it back." You watch as he closes the bathroom door halfway, only able to see a glimpse of his body. You hear him turn the faucet on and the glass door sliding shut.

You bite your lip, looking around debating whether to listen to your dirty thoughts or ignore him and sleep it off. You decided with the latter.

Slipping out of the blankets, you make your way towards your bathroom. Pushing the door open, the breeze of the hot water hitting your skin. His back was turned, his broad shoulders and back muscles decorated with scratches of nails. They were yours.

You begin to take off your pjs, your soft dark red silky shorts, along with a matching tank top. You slide the door open, stepping inside and careful enough to not slip.

Miguel was washing his face until he felt a cold breeze behind him. He turns around to see you naked in front of him, your hands massaging his back and kissing his forearms seductively.

"What are you doing...didn't you take a shower already.?" He mutters annoyingly, still mad that he let you get away a few hours ago.

"Yeah, but I thought why not join you instead." You kiss his back. You were small standing next to him. He could easily crush you. And maybe that's why you were so into him. He gives off a protector vibe to him. You grab a bottle of his body wash, opening it and grabbing a loofa to wash his back.

He tilts his head back, enjoying the way you massaged him, taking care of him so gently.

"That feel good, Miguel?" You ask him to which he gives a nod. He could feel your naked breasts touching him against his back. A shiver sent up his spine.

"Yeah..." He mumbles. "You're a bitch, you know that right?" He feels your hands make its way over to his toned abs, caressing and feeling his tight muscles.

You giggle, "I know. You tell me that every night." You walk in front of him, smiling seductively at him. He looks down at you intimidatingly. Grabbing ahold of his shaft, you stroke him slowly. "Let me apologize for kicking you, amor~"

"Don't call me that," He rolls his eyes, grumpy as ever. He sighs as you continue to stroke him. Of course he won't admit that it feels good. He holds too much pride to even let you think you have enough control over him. "If you wanna apologize...let me use you like the dumb slut that you are."

He pins you against the glass wall. Your breasts pushed up against it, your nipples erect from pleasure. Your ass teasing his throbbing cock.

"Fuck..." he cursed under his breath. Teasing the tip of his cock against your wet entrance. Sliding up and down your folds.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already." You groan out, desperate to be filled.

Miguel grabs a fistful of your wet hair, your head tilting back. "I'll fuck you whenever I feel like it." Your neck exposed to him, kissing it and sucking on it, leaving visible bite marks behind.

His free hand grips onto your two hands, pushing them behind your back. Finally he shoves in his girth without a warning.

A loud moan escapes your lips. Forgetting how he always manages to stretch you even after you've been fucking for awhile. "M-Miguel...!"

He grunts before pulling out and shoving himself back in deeper. "Fuck, Y/n..."

Your face was pressed against the glass. Mumbling and moaning incoherently. Whining but also loving the way he pleases you.

He groans, continuing to thrust inside deeper. At a fast pace, loving the way your ass bounced on him. Giving your ass a slap from time to time. And you only responded with a weak moan, as he would rub the pain away.

"Te odio, Y/n. I fucking hate you." He whispers into your ear. "Always making me look like a fool every time I try to capture you."

You smirk at his words. "Fuck me like you hate me, Miguel..."

He turns you around, picking you up with his arms and hoisting you up, bare back against the glass. Your hands were wrapped around his neck for support. Your thighs clenched around his waist afraid you'll fall and slip. He slides his cock back inside, thrusting and hitting your cervix each time. Your breasts bounced in his face. Your eyes filled with tears of pleasure that he's grown to enjoy every moment when he fucks you.

"I love how stupid you look..." He pants in between moans. His hands gripping onto your hips, ramming inside your wet cunt.

"Bésame..." You whisper against his lips. Requesting him a long and passionate kiss. He obliged, kissing your lips in between grunts. You moan against his lips.

The glass wall was fogged up by the hot water. Your bodies barely visible in the shower. You were desperate for him. Desperate for his love, the lust he had over your body. Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking on his skin to leave love marks behind. So that every time he looks in the mirror he remembers what happened that night.

"You're a dirty slut." He grunts, reaching his high. "Let me finish inside, please.." he begs, almost whimpering.

"You wanna finish inside me, Miguel~?" You whine. Your doe eyes looking up at him innocently.

His hips were moving at a sloppy pace now, he needed you. "Ugh, fucking bitch..." his thighs were aching from how fast he was moving. Even though he was supposed to use you like a sexdoll, he knew the control you had over him. You had him wrapped around your finger like an obedient dog.

"I want it all amor..." he did let you get away after all. He deserves it.

You had sworn he went even deeper when you said those words. His mind was in a haze after pumping faster inside you. Shooting his load inside your cunt, filling you up. He grunts as he releases the tight grip he had on your neck. You felt the dopamine rush into your brain when he pumps his cock, slowly pulling out letting his cum drip down your pussy.

You both stare into each other's eyes before he helps you down carefully so you don't slip. "Feeling better?" You giggle biting your lip.

He sighs in relief, "shut the fuck up." He ignores you.

He helps you wash up before getting out and changing into new pajamas. Before finally getting into bed. Sleeping together was no surprise for the both of you. Enemies or not, having the warmth presence of each other was all it took for you to relax and sleep peacefully in his arms.

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Heyyyy I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! Had this sitting in my drafts when the Spider-Man movie came out and I realized I never finished it, so here it is!!! Lmk your thoughts pls! I love youuu!