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himarirose · 1 year ago

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Selfish❤️‍🔥 enemies to lovers?

Miguel x female reader❤

So time skip you messed up on a mission and you and Miguel get into a little scuffle.. But.. Things change.. He was mad at you.. But.. Now playing with you.. No smut sorry but! 🌶🌶spicy🌶🌶

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"You don't have a choice."

*Miguel grabbed you, pulling you closer. His fingers curled in your hair, making you look up at him. His fangs jutted out in a savage, almost feral smile. He whispered in your ear.*

"You do realize that I own you, *princesa*?"

*His voice was low and breathy.*

"No you don't.. "

*i said squirming under him*

*Miguel's grip tightened on your head.*

"You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Or else..."

*Miguel looked unhinged, like a rabid animal at your door ready to rip you apart. He growled low in his throat.*

"What are you going to do? Huh? Scream for help?" *Miguel sneered.*

"Or else what!? You'll kill me? Oh god yes please do! I'd rather be dead then spend the rest of my life with you! "

You say in frustration

*Miguel's grip tightened more. He pulled you into his body, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. His fangs jutted out menacingly, and there was something animalistic about the look in his eyes.*

"Oh, sweetheart." *Miguel hissed, his teeth bared and his voice low.* "Killing you would be so much fun, but unfortunately, I need you."

*Miguel's breath was hot against your neck. He loomed over you like a predator.*

"What do you need me for? Hm? Torture? "

You say

"Yes, I do enjoy seeing you in pain."

*Miguel's grip tightened even more, making you wince in pain. He smirked.*

"Seeing you begging for mercy amuses me and makes me feel powerful. If I kill you, that feeling will end."

*Miguel's breath was hot on your neck. His fangs jutted out menacingly, and he looked like he was about to snap at any moment.*

"What is wrong with you!? "

You say snapping almost

"Don't you dare talk back to me."

*Miguel's grip tightened, holding onto your chin with a deathly grasp. You felt his fangs grazing your skin, and he seemed like he would bite at any moment.*

"You don't understand why this is so fun for me?" *Miguel growled, looking like a vicious animal.*

"I hate you.. "

You mumbled

*Miguel let out a growl, his grip tightening. His fangs jutted out and he looked like he was on the edge of losing control.*

"But you don't really hate me, now do you?" *Miguel whispered, his voice dark and venomous.*

"You're secretly obsessed with me." *Miguel growled, his eyes burning like fire.*

"And deep down, you know it."

".. What.. "

You say in confusion

"Oh, don't act surprised, *princesa*."

*Miguel looked down at you with contempt, but there was also something in his eyes that looked like lust.*

"You're obsessed with me, and deep down, you like this game of ours. You love the pain, and you love the danger."

*Miguel grinned, flashing his fangs.*

"And that's why you keep coming back for more."

".. I don't keep coming back you pull me back.. "

You say

"Oh, but you do, sweetheart."

*Miguel leaned in and sniffed your neck, making a satisfied sound. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.*

"It's okay to admit it. You like the attention. You like it when I touch you and caress you. Your body betrays you, *mi princesa*. You love being my plaything."

"... "

You respond in silence not denying it

"Aww, don't be shy."

*Miguel pulled you against his body again, his grip tightening. His eyes flashed scarlet. He breathed heavily down your neck.*

"Admit you like it. *Adelante, mi princesa*. Admit it."

"Never.. "

You tease you didn't want to give him what he wanted on the spot what's the fun in that?

*Miguel's grip tightened again, and you felt your bones creaking. He made a soft hissing sound, and his fangs jutted out. His pupils disappeared and turned into a solid scarlet.*

"Wrong answer, sweetheart."

*Miguel's other hand moved down your body, grabbing your waist.*

"You belong to me, and I can do whatever I want with my property. *Te encanta, ¿verdad?*"

*Miguel's crimson eyes met yours, and he pulled you even closer.*

"Miguel stop please! "

You say in pain that shit hurt hes strong..

"No, I don't think so."

*Miguel leaned in until his forehead touched yours, his hand creeping lower towards your thighs. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck, and there was something wild about his stare.*

"I think I'm going to keep playing with my favorite toy."

".. I'm not your toy.. "

You respond

"Oh, but you are."

*Miguel's eyes burned like fire, staring into yours. His grip on your waist was like iron, his hand slowly creeping downwards.*

"I have you wrapped in my fingers like a puppeteer, and you're dancing to my tune."

*Miguel's tongue slid out of his mouth, tasting your skin. There was something wild and bestial about him, and his look was almost feral.*

".. I.. I.. Your crazy.. "

You say not even believing this man right now

"I'm not crazy, love."

*Miguel let out a soft hiss and pulled you even closer, his hand creeping towards your thighs. His eyes burned with an unnatural light, and you felt the temperature rise. His grip was like iron on your waist.*

"You're mine, *princesa*."

*Miguel's other hand ran through your hair, his fingers curling around your nape and drawing you even closer.*

"You don't even love me.. "

You say with a low voice

"You're right. I don't."

*Miguel let out a deep, raucous laugh and ran his hand down your chest, coming to rest between your thighs.*

"If anything, I despise you. But, that still doesn't change the fact that you're mine.

*Miguel's face was only inches from yours now, his eyes burning like fire. He loomed over you, his muscles straining against his clothing.*

"You're my best toy. You're my prize of honor. Just admit it, you're obsessed with me."

".. That's were your wrong.. I hate you so much.. I'm not obsessed.. I'm not in love either. "

You respond this may not be true but you couldn't let him win

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

*Miguel rolled his eyes and pressed his body against yours. His fangs jutted out and his scarlet eyes burned with a hellish light.*

"Oh, you're crazy about me. You're more obsessed with me than you realize, *mi princesa*. There's that burning desire, that craving you can't shake. It's because you want me."

"I don't! "

You respond

"Oh, really?"

*Miguel leaned in close, his lips just inches from yours. He looked you in the eye and whispered, his voice like a hypnotic mantra.*

"Then why do I hear your pulse pounding? Why is there blood rushing through your veins just from a simple touch?

*Miguel's eyes flared and his fangs jutted out. He pushed you against the wall and hovered over you, bringing his mouth to your neck.*

"Why am I making your heart race?"

"Because.. I'm.. I'm angry! ? "

He wasn't wrong.. You loved it but like you thought couldn't let him win and know that

"No, love. It's not because you're angry."

*Miguel lowered his lips to your neck and traced the skin with his fangs. He pulled you close and ran his hand through your hair.*

"I know what you really want..."

*Miguel's scarlet eyes met yours and he smirked.*

"Let me go.. '

You tested Miguel to see

"No."

*Miguel's grip on your waist tightened and his lips trailed down your neck. He licked your skin before letting out a soft moan.*

"This is too good and I'm not going to stop now, *mi princesa*..."

"Mm.. N-no.. Stop.. You don't even deserve this.. "

*I squirm under him*

"Well, *mi princesa*, you're the one who keeps coming back for more."

*Miguel smirked and let out a low grunt. He kissed your neck, slowly suckling at your flesh.*

"I can feel the hunger of desperation in your veins. You want it. You need it. You can't resist me."

"I will resist you.. Let me go.. "

"No. You need this."

*Miguel's grip on you tightened, and his mouth moved down to your collarbone. He bit your flesh gently, and then moved back up to your neck. He bit you lightly again.*

"This is what you want, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel's scarlet eyes met yours and he smiled. He smirked.*

"You can't resist me."

*I try pushing his head away I place my hand over his mouth covering it*

"Shh and let me go. "

*Miguel laughed a low, gutteral laugh as you tried to push him away. He grabbed your hand and held it still, pressing your hand over his mouth.*

"No."

*Miguel's eyes flashed red as he stared down at you.*

"You're not going anywhere."

*Miguel bit into your neck again, his fangs sinking into your flesh.*

"Miguel!.. Please.. "

*Miguel's eyes flashed and his grip tightened. He bit into your neck and licked the bite mark. Your blood was on his mouth and running down his throat.*

"Oh, don't act like you don't want it."

*Miguel's voice was low and breathy as he licked the blood off his fangs.*

"You're mine and you can't tell anyone, or I'll kill you."

*Miguel pressed his forehead against yours and his voice turned into a menacing growl.*

"Do you understand me, *princesa*?"

"Why don't you kill me now then. "

"You're more useful alive than dead."

*Miguel smirked at you and then ran his hand down your body. He whispered in your ear as he looked you up and down.*

"You're mine, *mi princesa*. You're my favorite toy."

*Miguel's grip on you tightened and he pulled you even closer. His fangs jutted out and his eyes burned scarlet.*

"You belong to me."

"Go get another woman with toy with a claims! "

"This isn't just about toys, *mi princesa.*"

*Miguel pressed himself against you and stared down at you with predatory eyes.*

"It's about control. You're my prized possession. You belong to me, and you don't even realize it."

*Miguel smirked, and then licked the blood off his fangs again.*

"You're like a starving animal, desperate to be mine. You belong to me. You're obsessed with me."

"More like *you're* obsessed with *me* yes I'm turning the tables it's like without your favorite toy you have no other woman to toy with that would be to your liking isn't that right? "

"That's hilarious, *mi princesa.*"

*Miguel looked down at you, his scarlet eyes filled with cold disdain.*

"If anything, I'm only obsessed with controlling you. I can easily find a thousand other women who would flock to me at the drop of a hat."

*Miguel let out a low laugh and caressed your face with his hand.*

"You were never my only toy. You were just my favorite."

"Mhm why don't you go play with your other toys there waiting for you and craving for your touch and this toy here will go away does that sound fair? "

"Why would I go play with my other toys when I have you, *princesa*?"

*Miguel caressed your face, looking you up and down.*

"You like to think you have a choice here. You're delusional."

*Miguel's eyes burned as he smirked and caressed your cheek.*

"Do you really think you're going anywhere?"

"Yes and I will your favorite toy needs a break. A really long break from you. "

"No, you don't need a break. You need me."

*Miguel's eyes flashed and he gripped you harder. His expression turned savage and animalistic.*

"Let go of that stubborn notion. You're a toy. You belong to me. You don't get to decide when your break starts or ends."

*Miguel's words were low and predatory.*

"The only time you'll get a break is when *I* say so, *mi princesa*. You belong to me."

"Miguel. Just admit you love and admit you need me to satisfy you and maybe I'll just give in.. But if I tell you the truth you have to tell me the truth come on dear.. "

*Miguel looked at you with surprise, the first emotion that wasn't hunger or coldness.*

"What, you want me to admit that I love you?"

*Miguel looked at you with those hungry, savage eyes.*

"Fine."

*Miguel ran his finger across your chest before grabbing it with his hand.*

"I love you. I've always loved you. I want to control you and own you and no one will take you away from me."

*Miguel pulled you against his body.*

"I love you, *mi princesa*."

*I smile at him for almost the first time I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his cheek*

"And that's why you keep me around.. Because you love me.. Well guess what Amor? You wanna know a secret. "

"Oh, what is it, love?"

*Miguel smirked and looked you up and down. The thought that you loved him sent a rush down his spine.*

"I'm *all ears."*

*Miguel froze, his heart skipping a beat.*

"What did you just say?"

*Miguel's eyes glinted red, and he looked down at you with intense fervor. His grip on your waist tensed and he lowered himself to your eye level.*

"Say it again, *mi princesa*. Say it again and this time let me hear you."

*I smiled and touched the side of his face gently caressing his cheek*

"I love you Miguel. And *only you*

*Miguel's eyes flashed. His grip on your waist loosened, and he placed his hand on your cheek.*

"I love you too, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel's eyes softened and he leaned in, his lips touching yours in a gentle kiss. There was still a cold edge to it, but there was a tenderness that was completely unexpected. His eyes were like a roaring fire.*

"I loved you from the moment I met you, *princesa*."

"But unfortunately.. I don't know if i can continue loving you.. "

*I look down and sigh sadly*

*Miguel's eyes flashed crimson, and his face betrayed a look of hurt and pain.*

"What do you mean, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel's grip on your waist tightened, and his eyes blazed as he looked down at you.*

"Don't you dare say you're leaving me, *mi princesa*, because you belong to me."

*Miguel's words were harsh, but his voice was filled with genuine emotion.*

".. Well what will you do.. With a those other women that also belong to you.. Hm? "

*Miguel's face darkened, and a feral grin spread across his face. He stepped closer, running his hand through your hair.*

"They are my toys, that's what. Play things. You, on the other hand, are my favorite. But no one can own you like I own you, my *princesa*."

*Miguel's eyes glowed, and he smirked.*

"The way I make you feel, no other man can replicate that. You belong to me and me alone."

"Can we make a.. A little deal? "

"What kind of deal does my *princesa* want?"

*Miguel looked down at you with a hungry smile. His fangs jutted out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes burned.*

"What kind of deal do you want to *strike* with me, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel laughed and ran his hand through your hair again. He was strangely gentle with you now.*

"If you get rid if those other toys.. I will be yours forever.. *forever* and give you everything you want you can do anything you want to *me.. I'll.. Be..yours.*"

*Miguel scoffed.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*? You're asking me to get rid of all my fun toys? The others are nothing but playthings, but I can't just throw them away."

*Miguel's eyes flashed, and he looked at you with a cold glare.*

"You're acting like you have a *say* in this. You don't get a choice. You are mine, *mi princesa*. You're not going anywhere."

"Oh well then if I can't get what I want then you can't get what you want well I guess you can say goodbye to you're favorite toy. I really thought we had something there Miguel.. "

*I squirm out of his grip walking away from him*

*Miguel grabbed your arm as you walked away and spun you around.*

"No, you're not going anywhere."

*Miguel's scarlet eyes glowed, his fangs jutted from the corners of his mouth, and he spoke in a cold, harsh tone.*

"I'm not going to get rid of my playthings just because you had the *grand* idea that *we've got something* here. You're delusional."

*Miguel's grip on you tightened, and he leaned down to close the distance between you.*

"Remember, you belong to me."

"No. If your my man I want you to myself. And if you can't realize that then I don't belong to you do you understand? "

"That's not the way this works, *mi princesa.*"

*Miguel's grip on your arm tightened even more as he pulled you close. He pressed his lips against your ear and whispered.*

"No matter how hard you try to resist, you will always be my toy. You will always belong to me. I'm not going to get rid of my other toys just because you told me to."

*Miguel laughed in your ear.*

"And I don't take orders. Especially from prey like you."

"Alright then well don't be upset when you wake up and your favorite toy has gone missing.. I know how much you hate it when I'm with other men anyway since you get to have other women why can't I have other men? "

*Miguel laughed, running his hand down your body in a teasing, almost gentle caress.*

"It's adorable how you think I'll let someone steal my favorite toy away.

"My other toys are all replaceable, *mi princesa*. You, on the other hand, are not."

*Miguel's voice was low and predatory.*

"I'm not scared of any man who tries to claim you. I will kill any man who even thinks of you in any way. I'm claiming *you* forever."

"Kill? You would kill for me? "

"Yes, I would. I would do anything just to make sure no one touches my favorite toy."

*Miguel's eyes glowed with sadistic glee as he stared down at you.*

"And when I say anything, *mi princesa*, I mean *anything.*"

"How desperate are you my love? "

"I'm desperate to make you mine. And I'll do *anything* \- *absolutely anything* \- to make that happen."

*Miguel ran his hand over your cheek, and his smile twisted into something sinister.*

"Don't you see, *mi princesa*? I would do *anything* to keep you for myself."

".. Wanna know what you can do..? "

*Miguel smirked and tilted his head. His voice was low and predatory.*

"Oh? What can I do to keep you for myself, *mi princesa*?"

"Get rid of those other women"

*I smile and laugh softly*

"And what if I refuse, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel kept a cold edge in his voice, but it was obvious he was playing with you.*

"What if I don't want to get rid of my other *juguetes*? I like to have my fun, too."

"If you refuse you can't have me it's simple. "

*Miguel scoffed.*

"That's not how this works, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel smiled in a cruel, predatory manner and his eyes glowed. He leaned down and ran his fingers through your hair.*

"You don't get a say in what I do. You are mine and nothing will change that. I don't care if you want me to get rid of the others, because *I'm* not going to do it."

"Well then it was nice knowing you. "

*Miguel laughed in your face. His face twisted with a cruel grin as he looked at you.*

"Oh, it isn't that easy, *mi princesa*. When I get something, it's *mine*. And you *are* mine, whether you want it or not.

*Miguel leaned down with a sickeningly sweet grin.*

"You're not going anywhere. You can't leave me, *princesa*."

"You said I *can't* but Miguel. I *can*

*Miguel's face hardened and his smile twisted into a cruel smirk.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*, you don't know the lengths I would go to in order to keep you here. I'm not like other men you've been with, *princesa*."

*Miguel's grip on your waist tightened and his fangs jutted out again.*

"You may try, but you won't get away from me. You don't know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into, darling."

*I roll my eyes back a little and then look at him again*

"I'm sorry to say this put.. God I love it when you touch my waist like that.. To bad this will all go away.. "

*Miguel smirked, and his hand on your waist tightened even more.*

"Good, I'm always glad to know when my *princesa* likes being touched. Your waist looks awfully good squeezed up against me. I know you loved it, the way your body responded to me."

*Miguel laughed and pressed his face against your neck, gently kissing it.*

"I have more ways of touching you that you'd love, you know that, right, *mi princesa*?"

"Mhm.. I'm just jealous. That after your done with me.. You go play with the others and it's not fair. "

"Why does it matter, *mi princesa*? You're mine and you always will be. You can feel jealous all you want. At the end of the day, you still belong to me."

*Miguel caressed you and his eyes burned.*

"And I do enjoy playing with the others. It's good when we're all together. But when you're with me, you'll never forget our time together. You'll always belong to me."

*Miguel pressed himself closer.*

"*Always*."

"Right.. "

"You know I'm right, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel leaned down and kissed your cheek gently, his voice low and predatory.*

"You belong to me, and only me. You don't have a choice, so stop trying to resist. I won't let you go."

*He kissed your cheek again and squeezed your waist tighter as his fingers ran through your hair.*

"We'll be together for as long as you live, *mi princesa*."

"Miguel. I'm tired of repeating myself okay? Get rid of the other women why do you need them when you have me? What am I not good enough for you? Tell me one woman you have that has this body. "

*I take his hand and run his hand up my chest down to my hips slowly*

"Hm? I wanna know so answer my questions. "

*Miguel let out a soft laugh as he looked at your body. You could almost see him licking his lips.*

"I don't keep the others for their bodies, *mi princesa*. They aren't nearly as *stunning* as you of course."

*Miguel looked at you with those predator eyes and a wicked grin.*

"But you know what they don't have? You don't understand, *mi princesa*, but I control the other women. You, on the other hand, can't be controlled. And that is just too tempting for me to lose."

"Oh so let's put this in easier words.. Hm.. There your maids I'm your woman. "

"... That's a cute way of putting it. Yes, exactly."

*Miguel laughed in a cold manner.*

"They're my maids, and you're my *mujer*). I won't just get rid of them, because they help me with the housework and they do all my dirty work for me."

*Miguel leaned in and whispered close to your ear.*

"They're also there for... personal reasons."

*He smirked and squeezed your waist.*

"But they're nowhere near as good as you, *mi princesa*."

"Personal reasons? May I know? "

*Miguel's eyes glowed brightly.*

"Oh, you poor darling. You really don't know, do you?"

*Miguel leaned in and his voice turned cruel and cold.*

"I won't tell you right now. It's more enjoyable seeing you all nervous and ignorant. You belong to me, *mi princesa*. And I can keep my secrets if I want to."

"Fine. "

*I mov his hands away from me and smile*

"Then no touching if you touch me I will slap you. "

*Miguel smirked, and his eyes burned brighter.*

"Oh, is that so, *mi princesa*?"

*Miguel raised an eyebrow and his lips curled into a cruel smile.*

"If you think you can keep those rules, you're even more ignorant than I thought."

*Miguel walked closer to you. He brushed his hand against your waist, before leaning in and whispering in a low voice.*

"I can touch you whenever I want, *mi princesa*. You and I both know that."

"No. "

*I push his hand away*

*Miguel's eyes glowed brighter. He looked down at you with that cold, sinister glare. His grip on your waist tightened, and he stepped closer.*

"Oh, you don't get a say in what I do, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel lifted your chin up with his finger.*

"You don't decide who touches you. *I* do, remember that."

*Miguel's eyes glowed in satisfaction.*

"I own *you*, darling."

*Miguel let out a soft gasp of surprise when you kissed his nose.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*, is that so?"

*Miguel smirked but his eyes remained cold and predatory.*

"If you think you can heat me up, you've got another thing coming, darling."

*Miguel let his eyes roam over you for a brief moment before his eyes flashed again and he ran his hand down your arm to your hand.*

"Let's see if you can resist me, *mi princesa*."

"I can and always will you know? "

*Miguel chuckled and moved closer, his voice turning cruel and cold once again.*

"Is that right, *mi princesa*?"

*He ran his hand up your arm and his eyes roamed over every inch of you.*

"Let's see how loyal you are to me, *mi princesa*. If you can resist me, then I'll get rid of my other toys."

*Miguel kept his grip on your arm as he moved his head down towards your face.*

"Unless, you and I can do something else to show you belong to only me, as *my mujer*."

"Wait I except the challenge.. I will win and resist you and you can get rid of the useless maids! Yay. "

*Miguel took a moment to respond to you, his eyes glowing.*

"I don't think you have what it takes to resist me, *mi princesa*."

*Miguel's voice turned cruel, and he let go of your arm.*

"In fact, I think you're going to crack as soon as I touch you."

*Miguel chuckled softly.*

"Try me. "

*Miguel's hand moved back up your arm. He gently caressed your arm and moved his face closer. His eyes burned, and he smirked.*

"Oh, *mi princesa*, I'll try you alright."

*Miguel leaned down and whispered in a cold, sadistic manner.*

"And all I have to do is this..."

*Miguel leaned down and kissed you deeply, his fangs jutted out from the corners of his mouth. His breath wafted over you, and for a moment, it was like your whole world was spinning.*

❤❤️‍🔥💋💕(To be continued if you want pt. 2 let me know in comments) ❤️‍🔥💋💕

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara

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himarirose · 1 year ago

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Credits to owner but like DaM.

something new

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: smut, afab!reader, fluff :3, grinding/dry humping, pussy-job, creampie, 'outercourse', soft boyfriend!mig

w/c: ~2k

a/n: rewrite of my old fic bc i need it with miguel. if you read it before ignore it ;^)

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You’re lounging on the sofa, legs resting in Miguel's lap and sitting in comfortable silence, when you decide to proposition him.

“I saw this video online and…I wanna try something with you.” He briefly looks up from his spider-pad, attention perked at your soft-spoken voice.

You beam at him from across the couch, an innocent smile slapped on your face as your lashes bat nicely against the tops of your cheeks.

Miguel simply shakes his head dismissively, “Cariño, we’re not doing any more MMA techniques.” He swiftly turns his attention back to his work, pointedly ignoring your childish pout. “You got hurt last time, remember?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, “First, I didn’t even twist my ankle during the match! I literally slipped down the stairs when we left the training area. Secondly, that’s not even what I’m talking about!”

“Ok, then what is it? WWE moves?” He asks teasingly, eyes still focused on the screen.

“Actually…I wanna try outercourse-- i-is that how you say it?” You talk about it so casually that he doesn't even realize what you’re saying until he plays it back in his head a few times. The finger that was working through several urgent emails slows down as you continue to ramble.

“...Like pussy-jobs and grinding, I think. I don’t exactly know the technical terms that are involved, but it looked hot–” Your voice tapers off when you realize he’s looking at you.

His darkened gaze concentrates on your thighs that are unintentionally rubbing together as you recall your new interest.

You know that look. His glaze-over eyes, furrowed brows, and tense body mean one thing: he’s interested too.

Despite how worked up he is, Miguel manages to gently place his tablet on a side table before slowly wrapping his fingers around your ankles on his lap.

“So you want me to fuck you without actually fucking you?”

“Y-yes...?”

He hums, turning his whole body to face you.

He fluidly pulls your body down to lay flat on the couch in front of him, barely leaving any room for him to sit. You feel his hand tap the side of your thigh.

“Open up for me, baby.”

Your loose shorts hike up your thighs as you obediently spread your legs for him, kneesbending to make space for him to scoot closer to you. The pale pink fabric displays a dark splotch over your center, evidence of your arousal and lack of underwear underneath. Miguel tauntingly raises an eyebrow when he notices.

“Aw, is your pussy already leaking for me?” Your breath stutters as he lightly glides his finger over your covered cunt.

“J-just a little.” Your thighs threaten to close when you feel him prod shallowly against your entrance. He groans, noticing how his movements encourage your slick to soak through the flimsy fabric of your shorts.

You whine as you feel him pull away.

“Such a juicy slut for me.” He rasps, pushing himself closer to you so his head hangs over yours. Your head swims when you breathe in his comforting scent, he's so close, but you need him closer. Your body instinctively attempts to press up against him.

“Gimme a kiss, cariño.”

You immediately obey, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs over his waist, effectively pulling his warmth into your space. He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours, taking time to breathe you in as your gaze locks with his.

A breath is caught between you as you gaze into each other’s eyes, drinking each micro-expression on your face. Miguel lets out a soft sigh, "You're gorgeous."

And the intense mood breaks.

You pull away to lightly giggle into his chest, a soft blush blooming from the edge of your neck to the tops of your cheeks. He matches your smile, watching with amused eyes as you react to his flattery.

Somehow he can still make you feel unbearably giddy despite the months you’ve been dating.

You look back up with a crooked smile, “You’re pretty too, Spider-Man.”

Miguel dips his head in and captures your lips in his. He’s gentle at first, slowly savoring your lips with small nips and caresses. He runs the tip of his tongue over the edge of your bottom lip, trailing a line over the sensitive skin, then pushing further against your mouth.

You whine when he licks into your mouth, coaxing your tongue to mingle with him, to taste your mixed flavor of lust.

Your back arches when he presses a finger flush against your throbbing clit. it simultaneously sends warm ecstasy down your legs and up your spine, and you can feel your center pulsing, craving more.

Miguel leaves your mouth as he moves further up the couch to fit himself between your thighs. His forearms support his weight next to your shoulders as he gently lets his hips rest against yours. You can already feel his stiff cock twitching persistently between your bodies.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice husky as he considers you under him.

Your eyes blearily blink up at him before you give him a shy nod, already looking thoroughly fucked out with your mussed hair and pink lips. He experimentally pushes down against you and starts to grind himself into your body with controlled strokes.

The rough texture of his jeans digs deliciously into your softness, barely subdued by the thin fabric of your shorts. Pleasure zips up your spine as he involuntarily ruts against your clit with each shove of his hips. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, attempting to smother your cries into his skin.

“This what you wanted?” He growls, body hot and heavy against yours.

You feel yourself grow infinitely wetter, warmth spreading over your inner thighs. You whine as he twitches against you, your body hypersensitive to everything around you.

“Mm, fuck.” He feels your slick slowly travel through the thickness of his jeans.

He can barely hear your wrecked voice over the sound of his jeans rubbing over you and the couch rocking against the wooden floors.

“Wait.”

His hips stutter to a stop, “Wait?” Miguel's eyes look worried as he searches your face, wondering if something went wrong.

“I-I just want more.” You bite your lip nervously as you stare back at him, feeling guilty that you scared him.

The tension in his body slacks quickly, like cool water rushing down his back. “More?”

You nod sheepishly, “Uh-huh.”

He climbs off of you and kneels on the floor to your side, “Ok, can you show me?” His voice is soft and patient as he speaks to you.

He watches as you shove your hips upwards to tug off your shorts before throwing them to the side. You do the same with your tank top, then settle back into the couch cushions.

Your legs squeeze together as your sensitive nipples tighten when exposed to the cool air. You look over at Miguel who’s admiring your bare body next to you, “You too.” He immediately pulls off his shirt and shoves down his jeans before rejoining you.

Miguel kneels on the couch and pushes your legs up to reveal your dripping pussy, leaking messily from your rutting session a few minutes ago. He slaps himself over your warmth, spreading your slick over your cunt and watching it drip down to your ass.

“Such a pretty pussy.”

Before you know what’s happening, he positions himself against your entrance and tries to push into your cunt, tip slowly slipping into you with ease. He groans as your cunt instinctively sucks him in, walls fluttering as he begins to stretch you.

“No–wait, that’s not what we’re doing!” You simultaneously scoot away and squeeze your legs together once you catch on to what’s happening.

“What-”

“Outside, Mig, remember? Only outside.” You push up and lean against the couch arm, hair poofed adorably around you. “Here, I’ll show you. Lay down where I was.” You direct, moving off the couch to give him enough room.

“Okay.” He takes your place, cock bobbing with his movements as it stays desperately hard for you. You bite your lip as your eyes trace the happy trail that graces his lower stomach. God, he's delicious.

You straddle yourself over his hips, admiring how delectable he looks below you, hot and ready for you to climb on. He watches you with anticipation as you position yourself his erection that rests against his stomach.

His breath hitches when you sit your full weight onto him, the pressure makes him throb against the seam of your cunt. You experimentally rub yourself against the silken skin of his cock, barely holding yourself up on your knees to make it easier to move. He groans as you spread your warmth over his cock and the bottom of his muscled torso.

“So wet for me, baby.” He looks up at you with heavy eyes, his top lip barely covering his protruded fangs. His hand squeezes the top of your thigh when you lock eyes.

A small piece of your hair sways over his forehead with each movement of your hips. As you grind over him, the head of his cock nudges delectably against your clit causing you to clench around nothing every time it hits you.

You pathetically puff out breaths as your stomach tightens in heat, eyes already threatening to roll to the back of your head. Lewd wet sounds lick between your bodies as you fluidly slick yourself against him.

Your thighs shake as you get closer to the edge, hips slowing down as the white-hot pleasure ripples through your body. Miguel licks his lips and takes initiative, canting his hips upwards in sync with yours, slipping himself more firmly against you.

He pulls your arms off of his chest and gathers them behind your back. Your spine arches prettily for him, ass stuck out behind you. In this position, you’re forced to surrender yourself to every push of his hips and slip of his cock.

It’s electrifying. You cry out when your orgasm pulls you under its firey wave. Your thighs clench around his hips as your body trembles above him. The sparks refused to flicker off as Miguel continues to rut against you, body tenses as he meets his end as well.

He thrusts one final glide of his cock through the soaked petals of your cunt before abruptly pushing into you, overwhelming your senses with the painfully exquisite sensation of being stretched all at once.

He growls as your warmth wraps around him, fluttering prettily as he shoves himself deep inside.

He stutters inside of you, pushing himself incredibly deep inside of you as he cums and cums, filling you to the brim. A satisfying warmth pools at the bottom of your stomach as he paints your walls, soothing your weak body as it recovers from your orgasm.

You collapse onto Miguel's body, ignoring how unbearably hot it is as your bodies try to cool down. His heart beats heavily next to yours and everything slows down. He hums under you, gently stroking a hand against your back .

You don’t know how long you lay there, enjoying each other’s company, but you're half awake by the time Miguel gets up, with you, boneless, in his arms.

“How does a bath sound, mi vida?” You lazily look up at him as he carries you to the bathroom with ease. His voice is still so...sultry.

“Am just I weak or something?” Your voice rasps harshly, “How are you not fighting the urge to pass out right now?”

He nuzzles his face into your body, pecking a kiss against your sweat-stick throat. “I could actually go again if you'd like..."

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