#allie ♥

[quintessenceofdust88]

Hi sweetie 💖 may I ask buckyommy + 🍯 for ficlet Friday? Thank youuu

Hi angel! Of course you can, my darling!! Here it is, I hope you enjoy it: -- It's a winter Sunday morning, and Buck wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable under the duvet. His hand automatically reaches for Tommy's side of the bed only to find it empty, and that's when he opens his eyes, a pout already on his lips.

They've been living together for almost eight months, with shifts that don't always align, and he always pouts when he wakes up and doesn't find his boyfriend. "Honey?" He calls to the house at large, a yawn escaping from his lips. "Be right there, sweetheart! Don't get up" Tommy yells back, and Buck relaxes against the pillow. He's very obedient like that (no, he's not, he's a brat, but being told to stay in bed is an order he wants to follow). It's not even five minutes before Tommy shows up, balancing a heavy tray in his hands, with an honest-to-god red flower in it. Buck smiles like a besotted fool, which he is. "You did not bring me breakfast in bed." He says warmly, and Tommy smiles at him, his eyes crinkling as he does. "I did not, in fact." Tommy says, carefully dropping the tray by the end of the bed. "I brought us breakfast in bed." Buck looks down at the tray to find two mugs of coffee, a sizeable plate of pancakes and two empty ones, along with smaller bowls with fruit, chocolate chips, cream, and honey. "Wow, you went all the way with the toppings, babe" Buck observes, taking in all the toppings.

He presses a small kiss to Tommy's lips, which he happily reciprocates. Then Buck cuts a small piece of pancake and dives it in honey, bringing it to Tommy's lips. "Here. Some honey for my honey" He says cheekily, and Tommy rolls his eyes, but open his mouth, taking the pancake in and chewing slowly. "You're ridiculous, I'll have you know." Tommy says once he's swallowed, and Buck shrugs unapologetically, taking a pancake for himself and covering it in whipped cream. "You love me anyway." He says, fully confident, and Tommy looks at him as if he's the most precious thing in the world. "Yeah, honey. I do."

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I hath a steamy scientist Miguel suggestion

Imagine he’s working on an aphrodisiac and is being as careful as he possibly can be. However he didn’t consider how his spider biology makes him immune in certain doses. So he keeps the cap on the bottle off for just a few moments. Enough for you to walk in and immediately get a whiff.

But you don’t notice at first and take it as some horniness, however the drug comes in waves. And as Miguel goes in to hug you. You can help but hump him. The rest you decide :3

I love this idea omg- I know I posted saying I was gonna post this on Friday but I got too impatient lol

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wife!Reader, Aphrodisiac influences, dry humping, innuendos. Reader just being extra horny lmao

𝐀/𝐍: You know, in my two and a half years of writing smut, I’ve only written a dry humping fic once (forest sex lmao a clusterfuck bc I stepped out of my comfort zone for that one) so it’s not the best 😭 but I guess practice makes progress

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere

You could see him through the big glass window that offered a wide view of his lab’s interior. He had his back facing you, perched on the swivel chair, but you noticed him tinkering with some test tubes on the bench in front of him.

Nothing new; he would always be working on something whenever you came here. He still hadn’t noticed you were just a few feet away from him, too engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.

You stepped towards the doors, clutching the paper bag in your hand with food you were planning to share with him. The lab doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, finally catching Miguel’s attention.

He craned his neck towards your direction. He held a hard gaze, obviously annoyed with whoever just barged into his lab, but that immediately morphed into a tender smile once he saw it was you.

As you stepped further into his lab, the sterile smell got stronger— a scent you were all too familiar with. But this time there was another faint underlying scent that you couldn’t fully capture.

It tingled your senses but you brushed it off as just another compound he was probably synthesising. Again, nothing new.

“Hey you…” he said, his voice rich like honey.

He peeled off his latex gloves and stood up from his chair abruptly in jubilant, the swivel chair squeaked from the sudden absence of his weight.

Your lips tugged up in a shy smile. “Hey there stranger,”

He had his lab coat on that shrouded the digital spider suit underneath. A testament of his dual life as a superhero and a scientist.

You’ve always seen him like this whenever you would visit him on the clock, but for some reason as he stepped closer towards you with long strides, you felt your heart rate increase and a sudden heat rushing to your core.

“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t expect you to come so early,” he finished his sentence by dumping the gloves in a nearby bin.

Your senses were tingling more prominently now and the new scent you smelt earlier was getting more apparent. There was a sudden alluring shift in the air and you couldn’t tell if it was the smell that was getting to your head or your husband's sudden accelerated sex appeal. Either way you could feel your mind slowly turn into mush.

“Are those for me?” Miguel asked, pointing to the bag. His question quickly forced you back into the present, away from your chain of thoughts.

You nodded quickly, too afraid to open your mouth. Instead you thrust your hand out with the bag for him to take.

He took the bag from you and peeked inside. “Tres leches cake?”

You could feel your heart almost leap out of your chest the way his face lit up. A sight you would forever burn into your psyche. He placed the bag down on the nearest bench and cupped your cheeks.

The coldness of the platinum from the wedding band brushed against your flushed skin as he held your face in his hands. His touches felt like fire to you, making you jolt ever so slightly.

“You're really spoiling me here, mi alma. Really helping me forget about how terrible today was going,” he uttered, slowly leaning his face closer to yours.

His words would’ve tugged your heartstrings but right now, you couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. The tingling feeling was too strong for you to ignore now, and his gaze he had on you wasn’t helping either.

He kissed your lips, soft and tender, yet you felt like you were going to combust. Those few seconds his lips were on yours felt like a lifetime before he pulled away, but his broad arms now enveloped around your waist, keeping you in his warmth.

The close proximity between the two of you was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how his body was pressed against yours, and you could almost feel your clit brush over his crotch.

If you were to grind your hips right now, you could probably rub the sensitive bud just right.

You really didn’t want to ruin a sweet moment. He was just showing his appreciation to you but you couldn’t help yourself from rolling your hips against his crotch just once.

You weren’t surprised when you got no response. He probably just saw it as a mishap. Reluctantly, you did it again, a little rougher this time.

It definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him now because you heard a stifled groan against your neck. He pulled his face away just enough so you could see him.

“Mig…” you whispered. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going through your head. If only he knew.

There were several reasons why this wasn’t the best time to be doing this, in his workplace more specifically, but your mind was too hazy to even come up with one.

Your senses were thrown out the window and you started to grind against his lower half, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Easy…I’m-” Miguel's words were cut off when you felt a sudden jab between his legs. He was getting aroused just as you were. You angled yourself so you had better access to his hips, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His hardened dick gave the perfect pressure you needed.

“So, is this what you wanted? You missed me this much, hm?” The words escaped in a breathy tone, and you could see his fangs emerging from his canine as he opened his mouth to talk. You could sense the underlying teasing in his voice that had your wetness pool your panties.

You didn’t know where this sudden urge came from. You were actually fully intending on spending this time sharing the cake you made. But the euphoria was coming in strong waves and you couldn’t resist anymore.

Your clit was starting to throb as you felt his dick grind against your clothed cunt. Even if he only had a digital suit on that could easily disappear with a few taps of his watch, it still felt painfully restricted.

Your walls were clutching onto nothing, desperate to feel him inside you and reach every crevice.

You didn’t expect him to start grinding his hips onto you too. You had to bite back your desperate moan from the sudden shift in dynamics. The way he was rubbing on you made your panties press onto your slick folds as more of your wetness was spilling out of your cunt.

Your arms reached to his waist to pull his hips further against yours, a desperate attempt to get more friction out of him. Your knees were about to give in and you could only just about hold yourself up. A staggered moan was heard from him before he halted suddenly.

“The window.” He managed to spatter out. Your line of vision quickly turned to where he was looking.

The window, the first thing you would see before you would come into the lab. All the moisture dried up from your mouth and it was not just from your breathless moans.

There was a momentary pause in your arousal that was quickly replaced with frustration. You were so caught up in trying to chase your high, you weren’t focusing on your surroundings.

Any Spider Person could walk past here and catch you both. The last thing you wanted was your husband, a leader that had so many people relying on him, to be caught red handed in a predicament from something you initiated.

He withdrew himself away from you, taking all the warmth with him to pull up the sleeve of his lab coat. It was an easy fix, all he had to do was tap on his watch, turning the glass opaque and giving the privacy you both needed.

Just when he was about to pull you in again, he froze. Something else was on his mind. He turned his face to his bench where he was working before you came in. You frowned from his lack of attention.

“What now?” You huffed, your torment evident in your voice. Was he going to go back to work? Did he not want you here anymore? His sudden dismissal made you feel ill with unease.

“Shock, the aphrodisiac was uncapped.” He said as he swiftly moved to the bench. You blinked, trying to process if you heard him right.

“What?”

“The aphrodisiac, it was an oversight. Explains why you were acting so…needy just now,” he placed the cap back onto the vial, the scent from earlier slowly fading away. You cocked your brow inquisitively.

“Why are you messing around with an aphrodisiac in the first place?” You didn’t think he would need a sex enhancing substance as a geneticist.

Even after he secured the cap back onto the aphrodisiac, your clit was still throbbing and you were still desperate for some sort of release.

“It’s not what it looks like. I was working on an experimental chemical compound for a project. I guess I underestimated how strong the reaction could get,” he said sheepishly, turning back to face you again.

“My God, Miguel…” you sighed. It was all making sense now. You wouldn’t be feeling this turned on without some sort of stimuli.

“But we don’t have to stop. I could pause my work for a little longer for some ‘us-time’” he said before lifting you and placing you on a clearer bench. A smirk crept on his lips and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes.

Despite the air being charged along with your flared libido, you still didn’t forget the main reason you came in here.

“What about the cake?” You gestured to the bag that was still sitting on the other end of the bench.

“The cake can wait, we might as well finish what you started without any unintended side effects,” he ended his sentence with a tap on his watch, disengaging his suit.

Precum was already leaking from the tip…

Eager and pent up.

I hope I did you justice here lol. A wise women (one of my fave fic writers) once said, your clit throbbing is your second heartbeat ;)

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[zylphiacrowley]

@saeta made the cutest little chocolate box X'vahl for me! He's so adorable eeeeeeee! ~♥

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[ctommy]

thsi is killing meeeee

[alliisinwonderland05]

Writing more for Routledge!reader bc no one can stop me

[sanddornn]

# 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐍 , an independent , selective   &   crossover friendly RP blog for original character 𝐇𝐀𝗕𝐈  —   from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS / ARCANE , Mun   &   Muse +21 , scouted by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ]  , heavy topics, gore, potential nsfw warning  ,  personals DNI

Sentinel of Light (more or less in training), prior desert scout, too clumsy for her own good. Survival EXPERT ! Wandering around Runeterra with wanted posters of some children asking ' have you seen these people ?? ' .

[taniushka12]

thinking about a friend's wip and wishing i could send kudos and comments and bookmark their unborn fic. like an evil warlock or something

[theghostsip]

[anchoeritic]

i got invited to a bar/beach party and i’m so nervous cause i’m starved for social interaction. but these r the fit ideas

#help idk what to choose #free tit picture cause ily

ally you’re absolutely breathtaking WHAT. honestly i’m loving the black dress so bad.. like you look SO FUCKING GOOD WHATSXJEIDIIS?!/!/!/ IM LOSINF MY MARBLES. sorry like i’m giggling. you’re so beautiful. what. cries. oh my god. my gf when.. my GIRLFRIEND WHEN??????

[quintessenceofdust88]

I'd ask for all of them because all the titles are intriguing but... Number 3 for the wip ask game 🫶🏻🥹

Hiii Allie! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Ohhh, number 3 (Single dad Tommy whose kid is saved by Buck during the tsunami (one-shot)) has evolved into my tsunami au which is not a one-shot anymore hehe, but it's almost over, I'm publishing chapter 3 out of 5 later today!

(And 4 and 5 till the end of the week, and I totally understand if you'd rather read it when it's done ♥)

But basically Tommy's daughter, Genevieve, was with Sal and they got caught in the tsunami, and they were separated just like Buck and Chris! Then Buck finds Genevieve and takes her with him while he looks for Chris and for her uncle Sal!

I'll share a small angsty snippet of chapter 3 which is coming later today!

“Mr. Evan, what’s a morgue?” Vivie asks, clearly unaware of the weight of her question, and Buck squeezes his eyes shut. God, it’s so unfair that someone so innocent has to be living through this horror. 

His mind keeps going back to Christopher. Christopher, who always has a smile on his face no matter how dire the situation is. Christopher, who Eddie thought could cheer Buck up, get him out of his head. Christopher, who was safe on top of that truck and would have remained so if Buck hadn’t decided to play the goddamn hero. 

For the first time since rescuing Genevieve, he lets self-doubt creep up. Why did he even take her in the first place? Was it out of true desire to help, or just a twisted desire to make up for losing Chris? To keep playing the hero since he’s not allowed to do it at work anymore? What made him think he could help this little girl? He’s no hero; he’s failed Christopher, and he’ll fail Vivie. 

“Mr. Evan?” She calls gently once more, and Buck is brought to reality with a jolt.

She’s staring at him with widened eyes, filled with fear, and Buck realizes he’s doing what he does best: making things about himself. He doesn’t have time to wonder now; Vivie needs him, Christopher needs him. He can blame himself for all his stupid decisions once both these kids are safe. 

--- [Ask me about my WIPs]

[improbable-outset]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ₊ ✩

LAURO🥹🥹 How are you?? Thank you for the ask!! You too, T @tarjapearce !!

Here are my answers:

Magnet (Kenji Sato)

This is my first Kenji Sato fic that I’m currently fixating over 🥹🥹 I’m a sucker for mutual pinning especially if it’s from the male pov. This man is presented as egotistical in the film but I wanted to highlight his inner insecurities especially when it comes to being around his crush haha

In Sickness and In Health (Miguel O’Hara)

This was a vent fic that I wanted to share and I was surprised how much people actually ate this up. I guess a lot of people can relate for the overstimulation here that reader was experiencing and I just love how they ended in sexy time

Static in the Air (Miguel O’Hara)

Post-divorce trope is my Roman Empire !!! The tension. Miguel’s jealousy in here!!! The smut!! Also I just love their interaction here and the rollercoaster of emotions

Meet Cute (Miguel O’Hara)

Nothing too extraordinary, just some fluff and some flirting from reader <33 but still hold a special place in my soul

Prolactin (Francis Mosses)

Omg I wrote this on a whim and I got so many kudos on this on ao3 💀 I didn’t realise ppl will like this so much. Lactation kink with your 1950s milkman husband…nothing much also I the surprise look on my face when I saw you reblog that one looool

Here’s my Ultimate Masterlist where you can find more of my writing from different fandoms <33

[alliisinwonderland05]

I need him so bad 🙂‍↕️

asking to feel JJ while he’s soft and he’s like: “wtf? but yea.” and as soon as you touch him he’s hard.

“it kinda looks like a gummy worm,” you muse, twisting his limp dick slightly and attempting to admire it from an angle.

“babe i do not know what fucked up gummy worms you’ve been eating, but junior ain’t a gummy worm,” he states simply, growing restless from your constant touching.

you giggle, continuing your inspection for only a couple of seconds before, much to your amiss, you notice jj getting hard once again.

“jeez man it’s only been — what, a minute?” you chuckle, beginning to stroke your fist as you finish the question, causing him to choke and stumble over his answer and instead let out an embarrassing loud groan.

“‘m sensitive,” he mumbles, followed by a string of curses and a “ohh, yeah keep doing that mama.”

[bluemerakis]

happy birthday to my dear new friend!!! i hope it was as amazing as you are!!! ❤️❤️❤️

it was a lovely lovely day indeed, thank you so much alli!! 🥹❤️

[alliisinwonderland05]

idk why i feel like jj would fall in love with a stripper (she gives him free lap dances cuz she likes him)

[ovenborn]

Crowberry Cookie was once a familiar to the witches, essence harnessed as a cookie for a task they trusted no other with. A being similar to Wan Shi Tong from Avatar: The Last Airbender, she guards the rumored Raven Tower, a fabled library that holds immeasurable knowledge within its walls. From tomes written in languages long dead to artifacts imbued with powerful magic, Crowberry Cookie both protects these sacred pieces of history and continues to collect knowledge from all corners of the world using her winged kin. Perhaps it will let you browse these ancient halls for something in return however... A shiny jewel, perhaps?

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Oh my gawwddd

DIA🥵🥵

𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔞 | 🤎

(the fan art is from @RamiroAart on X!)

+18 Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

summary: after taking your car to get an oil change with your debit card not working, you offer a solution to the mechanic.

content warning: this is a bit taboo, so I'm putting a SMALL WARNING HERE. Proceed with PRECAUTION. miguel wears a virgencita necklack, pussy slapping, cunnilingus (f! recieving), overstimulation, fingering, semi-public (he fucks you in a garage, but it's closed), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it, people). If I miss any, let me know.

word count: +1.4k words

author’s notes: there have been so many changes to this, it's not even funny 😳

Oil changes. They will be the epitome for you. The visits to the mechanics near your house were always dreaded, especially since they reminded you of doctor visits. But instead of paying a small co-pay of ten or twenty dollars, your car costs more than life itself regarding its separate parts.

But paying for it? Your poor little debit card couldn't get a good read of the PIN reader. So what do you do? Give the mechanic an offer he can't skip.

“Compórtate bien, muñeca o te voy a castigar.”

The once-open entryway of the mechanic’s shop is now closed. But your legs? They were wide open to a munch. The man who changed your oil is now going down on you like a hungry dog. “Your pussy is so pretty…” He mumbles. You felt yourself squirm on the hood of your car, feeling his fingers hover at your entrance, with the tips of his fingers gathering the clear discharge.

Moving his fingers away, he laid his tongue flat against your entrance, moving from the bottom to the top, letting his tongue linger on your puffy clit. While sucking on your clit, the sensation of something cool lightly tap at your core, causing you to squirm. “Let's move her out of the way…” Miguel pulls away before you see the thing that dangled at your entrance. With swift hands, he maneuvered the virgencita charm away and to the nape of his neck. “We don't want her to see this.”

“What?” You whined, soon propping yourself on the hood and looking at Miguel going down on you once again, eat you out like you were the last meal of his life. With one hand, you buried your hand into his hair and let out a loud groan. He pauses momentarily, feeling your gaze. He pulls away, looks up at you from where he is, and chuckles. “Que asquerosa,” He darkly chuckles. With a heavy hand, he slaps at your puffy bundle of nerves, earning a yelp from you. “You wanna see me fuck you? You want to see?” He placed his fingers against the irritated skin, massaging the irritation slowly.

A tiny groan escaped before you covered your mouth quickly. “Let’s prep you, okay?”

One finger suddenly became two, feeling yourself getting ready for your sweet release. “Please…” You whined, grinding yourself on his fingers.

“Hmm, should I add a third finger?” He chuckles before a sharp, stretching pain greets you as his three fingers bottom out and slowly pump you. A scream fills the space before Miguel covers your mouth with his free hand. “Shh, shh. I know, muñeca.” He whispers, keeping up the slow pace. “I have to prep you for me, okay?” He moves his hand away from your mouth and places it on your hip, getting a good grip on you, not allowing you to squirm on the hood of your car.

The same build-up on your lower stomach came back to you, making you moan out loud for anyone to hear. “Please, please.” You plead, guiding your hips up and down on his fingers, relieving yourself. “Why are you begging? You're doing the work yourself.” He chuckled at the sight before him, seeing you watch yourself pleasing yourself and building up more arousal on his fingers. “Enough cariño. My turn.”

/

“You know what you do to me.” He whispers, getting you comfortable. Being bent over a table with your pussy out in the open while being face-down felt humiliating, but you felt giddy. The sound of a belt clinking behind you and a zipper going down heightened your senses and made your mouth water. One of Miguel’s hands gripped your hip, with the other hand nowhere on your body. You looked over your shoulder but got something else in return. With a heavy hand, a loud spank at your pussy fills the space. You turned back to look at the table below you and kept in your moan instead, biting down on your lips.

“C’mon, let me hear those pretty little noises you make…” A harsh, hot pain hits again, almost as if you were a strong stallion needing to be tamed down. The more the hits became close to your entrance, the louder your wanton cries became.

“You like getting spanked here…” His fingers gently rub at the red marks, giving you a moment to breathe. “Now, be a good girl and open up.” The feeling of his fingers spreading your entrance is enough to make you shudder and wait for what you've been wanting ever since you entered this mechanic's shop. A nudge against your entrance before a lowly aching pain overwhelmed you.

Propping yourself up against the table, you exhaled but soon bucked your hips toward his length and slowly sliding his length without holding back.

“There you go. Take your time, muñeca…”

You stopped yourself, not even letting his length halfway in. “Is it in?” You breathed.

A laugh escapes the mechanic, playfully patting your rear. “More or less.” He breathes, feeling your walls flutter at his length. “You’re not going to fit…” You whined, feeling him push his length inside you and his girth stretch you, painful but pleasurable.

“I’ll make it fit…” He shushed you, patting his hand on your hip. He slides into you, groaning in relief, seeing his length disappear into you.

Your mouth is agape, feeling you buck your hips back, wanting more. “C’mon—” Miguel’s words fade as a knock on the garage door greets the two of you, with Miguel being nearly balls-deep in your cooch.

“Keep silent, muñeca.” He whispers, slowly thrusting into you before the tempo increases. The knock came back, but Miguel ignored it, making your pleasure a priority. You let out a quiet whine, only for Miguel to reach over to cover your mouth immediately. “Keep it quiet, do you understand?” You nod eagerly, moving your hips along with his thrusts. Eventually, the person leaves, allowing the two of you a sense of comfort.

Beads of sweat landed on your bare back as your breathing became more labored, and you felt the same sensation on your lower stomach returned to you. “Fuck, you're tight…” He lets out a breathy whisper, nearly fucking you onto his work table. The force of his hips against you is nearly enough to knock over some of his tools, letting them shake and knock over onto the wooden desk.

“Tómalo… ay carajo…” He groans as you bounce back, creating a loud, wet sound throughout the shop. Looking down, Miguel could see at the base of his cock, forming a white ring, a combination of his cum and your clear discharge. “C’mon, come. You can do it, cariño.” His sweet praises are brushed aside as your moans evolve into screams of pleasure.

“C’mon, make me proud.”

The girth and the way his length rubs against your clit soon because too much for you, allowing you to finish. A sudden splash zone onto Miguel was the thing he least expected, feeling your juices coax his length and creating a puddle underneath the two of you. “Good girl…” He breathes before he continues to thrust into you, wanting to chase his release.

“I’m almost done. Give me a second…” The motions became more harsh and rapid, earning a scream of pleasure and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Another release from you soaked the two of you, mostly on Miguel’s upper thigh, and lower stomach a bit. “She still got it.” He chuckles before he bucked his hips against yours harshly. “Want me to fuck a baby into you?” He croons, moving harsher and faster.

You nod, too cock-drunk to give him words. “Use your words.” He gave you a harsh spank on your rear, causing you to open your mouth. “Fuck yes! Oh God, fuck yes!” You scream out, soon kegeling his cock. “Fuck! You got me fucked up…” Miguel groans into your ear, keeping the same place. The sensation of his load crashing into your orgasm creates a mess between the two of you.

After a moment, the sensation of him pulling out made you whine, and you soon felt his load slowly seep out of your flutter hole. You whimper and soon get greeted by a gentle kiss from him. His fingers gently gather his seeping cum and shove it back into you. “Keep it all in. I don't want to leave a mess.”

Ironic to say that now.