#bc tamales n xmas szn are like this 🤞🏼🤞🏼

[fairlyang]

making tamales with miguel would include:

comiéndose los pedazos de puerco en ves de nomás desmenuzarla

you would be washing las hojas in the sink, watching out of the corner of your eye pretending you can't see him

trying to make small talk so he'd have to quickly finish chewing and swallow so you wouldn't catch him

making sure every big piece is shredded and grabbing the ones hidden all the way at the bottom, to just immediately take a bite out of them

“miguel no te dije que te la comas toda o si?”

he just grunts and waves you off, his fingers filled with small pieces of the meat stuck onto his skin, “nomas lo estoy probando…. esta rico.”

you playfully roll your eyes and just nod, not being upset in the slightest and move on to the masa

that would be his favorite part and what he would say he was an expert in

“miguel stop playing with it!!”

he’d shake his head and just dig his hands all the way down, then bringing them back up with a handful

“amor quítale las bolitas también.”

he groans and starts to do it before he gets bored too quickly

he’d pat it all down so there would be no holes just to scoop some into his hand, going in with the other to pinch out all the little lumps

meanwhile you were adding some salt, baking powder, and some of the chile to give it some color. you grabbed the bucket of manteca, abriéndola despacito para que no se tire

“stop for a sec babe, va estar fría okay?” you warn and he nods as you slowly pour it in the middle while he slowly started to mix it together

“shit!”

“te dije!!”

you would then teasingly put some over his hands making him curse more which only had you giggling

“mix it well.”

“ya se mami, soy un profesional.”

he would mix it all together, having his last bit of fun like rubbing some masa off his hands only for it to finally slip off, indicating it was almost ready

he’d hesitantly help you en embarrar las hojas con la masa (yo no puedo para salvar mi vida)

but you created a system of you putting the masa on them and leaving them on the counter for him to either scoop some of the carne con chile or put cheese and jalapeños (that you already cut) on them

he would do one de rojo y otro verde, changing it up and putting them in the big ass steamer pot, making sure to stack them all correctly para que todas se cosan bien

after a long ass hour of doing that and making sure everything was used up, you had finished making them and it was time to cook them

you watched as he carried the big pot as if it weighed nothing, knowing damn well it was even heavier since it was filled to the top

you turned on the stove and he placed it on top carefully before turning to the sink and grabbing a handful of hojas and placing them to the very top of the pot, covering all the tamales. he put the lid on and looked at the time on the microwave, “two hours no?”

“we’ll do an hour then check if they’re ready.” you say and he nods

“so we have an hour to kill?” he asks and you slowly nod

nsfw breeding again oops

it took nearly nothing for him to convince you and you were quickly bent over the countertop as he devoured your pussy. but he was relentless and eager so he had you cum within minutes then you were on your knees sucking him off.

you rubbed your clit as you did so, moaning against him while he moaned out for you, “que linda te ves amor- siempre tan bonita.”

your eyes rolled back and you looked back up at him as you took him down your throat, “fuck- just like that baby… good girl.”

“not gonna cum down your throat though, princess.” he groans and pulls away from you.

you pout as he helps you stand up and he immediately turns you around bending you over the counter once again. you stick your ass out, arching your back a bit as you lean on the counter waiting for him to slip it in. but he decides to be a tease instead and just slides his tip between your slick folds as if he’s not dying to fuck you.

“miguel no me hagas enojar por favor.” you warned and he gasped, “ay no te me enojes preciosa.. te levantó en la mañana con mi boca okay?”

you bit your lip and just slowly nodded, the idea of getting woken up to head making your head spin. your walls clenched against nothing as he ensured his dick was soaked with your juices. “i bet you cum in three thrusts.” you say and look behind you to look into his disbelief expression.

“yeah okay.” he mumbles and finally positions his tip to your entrance, slowly going inside.

his cock was sliding in so easily, you were surprised he had so much self control so far. his hands were on your hips and his eyes on yours as you squeezed him perfectly, like always. he was fully inside you and feeling you was nearly enough for him to cum but he had to prove you wrong.

he pulled back and thrusted inside you, instantly hitting your g spot making you both moan. you held onto the counter, contemplating making him cum fast on purpose. you already knew what you’d say and wanted to see if he would.

for science.

he pulled back again then thrusted all the way in, your gummy walls clenching against him more than usual.

once you felt him pull out again was when you decided to give it a shot, “please give me a baby.”

the unexpected happened and he came hard, quickly slamming into you so it’d go all the way in as he filled you up to the brim. his body was shaking as you tried your absolute hardest to hide your shit eating grin so you looked forward again so you could.

his breathing was rapid and he could’ve sworn he was fucking dreaming because there was no way that just happened so quickly.

after calming his breathing down, he finally spoke up, “you cheated.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say with a little shrug making him scoff, “no te hagas-“

“just keep going, c’mon, let’s make sure our little family will grow.” you turn to look at him again and he nods, “yes ma’am.”