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wileys-russo · 9 months ago

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locked up II a.putellas x reader

god bless her thighs. gave it my best go, hope it doesn't disappoint. warning for suggestive content! locked up II a.putellas x reader

when you first started seeing alexia, having met at an event you were styling for and she was speaking at, you were both a little more reserved, you'd even go as far as to say she'd been slightly shy even.

which is why it had taken alexia nearly six hours of being sat by you, talking about anything and everything before she found the courage to ask for your number, polite and clearly nervous.

you'd smiled softly and of course given it to her, and that was the first step in the whirlind of dates, late night drives, hours of phone calls and eventually sleepovers which followed.

nowadays shy was not a word you'd use to describe your girlfriend, though you did relish in the fact that when it was just the two of you a whole completely different side to alexia came out, one which was much softer, relaxed, slightly clingy, and positively infatuated with you.

but the fact you knew her so well was why you noticed that something was up when she'd come home tonight.

"hola! amor?" alexia called out tiredly, closing the door behind her as her gym bag dropped to the floor with a thump and you sent her a smile as she rounded the corner.

"hola querida." you'd greeted her, not even having a chance to turn properly before the taller girl was pressed against your back, chin hooking over your shoulder as her lips pressed a few lazy kisses to your jaw.

"smells good bebita." alexia exhaled into your neck making you squrim as you felt her smile against your skin, large hands sneaking up your top as they splayed against your stomach pulling you even tighter into her.

"it is nearly finished, just enough time for you to shower." you reminded, twisting your head to softly kiss her cheek as she only hummed, making no move to detach from you as you stirred the food on the stove.

"te he echado de menos cariño." alexia mumbled, swaying the two of you gently from side to side to the music you had playing from your phone. "you were gone for two hours! mi amor we've basically been together all day." you laughed, the noise swallowed by her mouth which pressed against yours.

"does not mean i cannot miss you, no?" she spoke against your lips, pulling away and pecking them sweetly a few times before her chin once against found home on your shoulder.

"i like when you wear these princesa." your girlfriends hands trailed down your stomach, teasingly tugging at the waistband of the shorts you had on which were hers, the waistband rolled about six times so they didn't hang down to your knees.

"good, they're mine now." you grinned teasingly, forever stealing the blondes clothes and though as much as she protested and demanded you give them back, you knew she loved you wearing them just as much as you did.

"well mi vida you're mine, so really anything on your body belongs to me anyway." alexia corrected, the slight possessiveness in her tone making your head go a little foggy as her hands started to trail a little lower and her lips trailed kisses from your ear down to your shoulder.

"go shower before we eat! you smell." you teased, pushing backward into her before anything else could happen.

"you are so mean to me." the midfielder sighed before she grabbed your chin and stole one last kiss, hand smacking sharply against your ass before she slunk off to shower, sending you a cheeky grin over her shoulder as you shook your head.

if you hadn't turned back to the food so quickly not wanting it to burn you might have noticed the slight wince and the limp in her step before she disappeared into the bathroom.

but you didn't miss it after her dinner, your face scrunching into a concerned frown at the obvious discomfort your girlfriend was feeling.

you watched her limp slightly, alarm bells going off in your head as she grabbed both your plates, kissing you sweetly as a thanks for dinner and gingerly heading for the kitchen.

"ale." you followed after her, leaning against the counter as she hummed, rinsing the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher. "what hurts amor?" you spoke gently, watching her pause as if thinking it over.

"hey, i can see something isn't right. talk to me!" you encouraged softly, arms wrapping around her as she sighed, hugging you tightly as you both relished in the comfort of one anothers touch for a moment.

"my thighs are just a bit locked up cari. it is nothing too serious i promise, i might have just overloaded the leg press today." she explained honestly as you nodded, concern still present in your eyes.

"okay. go lay down!" you ordered, unwrapping her arms and nodding to the bedroom behind you as she frowned. "i'll give you a massage mi vida, out of these and find something to watch." you promised snapping the waistband of her sweatpants as her face softened.

"bebé you don't need to-" you cut her off with a kiss before pushing at her shoulders and nodding for her to go, the older girl giving in and retreating as you hunted around for what you wanted.

when you entered your bedroom alexia was laying on her stomach on the bed, having changed into a pair of shorts and a cropped tank top, your eyes roaming her body shamelessly.

from the moment you'd laid eyes on them you adored the tattoos which littered her body, making her lay down with you one night and explain each one, the older girl swooning as you would gently kiss each of them once she had before waiting patiently for her to move to the next one.

you'd always known that dating an athlete would come with certain perks. you loved alexia for a lot more than just her body but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't something which attracted and deserved your love and attention.

alexia heard you come in and turned her head, watching with a smile as you stared at her, seemingly zoned out and in your own world, the footballer flexing her legs and chuckling at the way you zero'd in on her muscles.

"take a picture bebita it will last longer." alexia teased snapping you out of it, grinning at the blush which coated your cheeks. "don't need to, got the real thing at home amor." you smiled, tracing a finger from the back of her ankle right up to her hip bone.

"vale. ready?" your girlfriend nodded, shuffling a little to get comfortable as she folded her arms and rested her chin on them, attention shifting back to the television on your bedroom wall.

you moved onto the bed, laying the massage gun you'd bought the blonde awhile ago beside you as you knelt over her, sitting down lightly on the back of her ankles, still holding most of your weight up yourself.

"oh." alexia gasped slightly as you started to work on her left thigh first, frowning at the obvious knots of tension present, your girlfriend wincing as you worked into them with your thumb, moving around in circles as you squeezed and stretched the rest of the muscle around the knot with your hands.

"jesus." alexia groaned as you leant down and pressed a soft apologetic kiss to the back of her neck, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth as you moved to her right leg, the left a lot looser now.

"mierda!" alexia hissed as you started to massage a particularly tight knot, leg kicking up out of reflex and almost sending you flying off the bed as your eyes fixated on the muscles which bulged under your touch, extra sensitive from the rough treatment.

admittedly your mind wandered momentarily to how strong they were, how thick they were, how hard and how defined they'd become. clearly you'd not been paying enough attention to notice your girlfriend had been dedicated to leg day, and it was paying off.

a small moan of relief leaving your girlfriends mouth you were snapped back into it, clearing your throat and ignoring the heat which rose up your neck, continuing to work at the tension in her thighs switching to the gun.

"jesus amor, i love you." alexia groaned happily making you smile, her thighs already significantly less sore now as you moved back off of her and instructed for her to turn over.

"oh i like this view much better princesa." alexia grinned, sitting up slightly and resting her weight back on her elbows and looking as you moved to sit on her ankles again.

"behave." you warned teasingly as she winked, not missing the way your eyes roamed her abs and raked down her body, especially not how your gaze fixated on her thighs, the catalan flexing them and watching your jaw clench.

you again pushed down the less than pure thoughts swirling around your head, needing to worry more about minimizing your girlfriends pain, not catching the way the blondes lips curled into a smile.

"they feel much less tight now corazón, gracias." alexia sighed a few minutes later, sitting up and gently pushing away the massage gun as you clicked it off and stretched backwards to place it on the side table.

"you've been working on leg day mm?" you smiled, shuffling forward a little more now to properly straddle her hips, alexia's large hands settling on your own thighs with a gentle squeeze.

"alexia!" you squealed as suddenly her legs locked around you, hands grabbing at your her top, pulling your body properly on top of her. "very strong, sí?" alexia grinned, squeezing your body which was trapped between her legs.

"very strong." you patted her cheek with a shake of your head, the blondes thighs tightening around your hips. "what are you amor an mma fighter now?" you laughed at the position she had you in causing her smile to widen.

"you like them, mm?" alexia taunted with a smirk, grabbing your face in her hands, thumbs tracing your jaw, only able to nod at her words, alexia watching you all but turn to putty in her hands.

"show me how much you like them bebita." she unlocked her legs where they were hooked around you, easily maneuvering you to straddle her right leg, your eyes widening a little.

"vamos mi niña, you know what i want." your cheeks burned as she laid back down, moving to rest her hands behind her head with a cocky smile, just that sight alone causing your stomach to flip.

never breaking eye contact with her you started to roll your hips, breath hitching as alexia tensed her thigh, the muscles beneath you flattening and creating an easier surface to grind against.

"does it feel good bebita?" alexia rasped as you nodded, her hands itching to help you but finding more pleasure in watching as you slowly worked your way closer toward becoming undone.

alexia had always liked watching nearly just as much as she liked touching, especially when everything you were doing was at her command.

though right as it started to feel pleasurable, albeit your shorts getting in the way, hands grabbed your hips and moved you off of her, your back pressed into the mattress as alexia now sat on top of you with the same cocky smile.

you gasped a little as she slotted her thigh between your legs, pressing down where she knew you needed her, eyes ablaze with an all too familiar hunger.

you barely had time to register the switch in position as her hands slipped up your top, settling over your breasts with a teasing squeeze as she continued to press her thigh in between your legs.

her lips were next, slightly cracked and rough yet still soft as she sucked a mark into your neck, kissing over it softly before her face hovered above yours, cocky smile still very much frozen into her features.

"you gave me a massage princesa, so how about i return the favour sí? but of course with a happy ending."

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apute11as · 11 months ago

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Terrible twos - Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen (+child)

Summary: Mapi and Ingrid are navigating the terrible twos.

Warnings⚠️: none I don’t think?

Author note: I’m not sure if two year olds can speak this well? Let’s say she’s almost 3😂?

Based on this request :))

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“MAMMAAAA! MAMI!” your sudden cries ring though the apartment.

The noise startled Mapi awake, her shifting on the bed waking Ingrid up from next to her. Ingrid began to sit up to go and check on you but was quickly stopped by her girlfriend beside her.

“I got her amor, you need rest” Mapi said, gesturing to the Norwegians growing bump.

“Ok thank you please come get me if she’s still fussy” insisted Ingrid

“Will do” Mapi replied, kissing her temple and making her way to your room next door.

When she got there she found you sat on the edge of your bed with your knees tucked into you chest, nightlight on, tears tracks staining your cheeks.

“Oh bebita what’s wrong Mami is here” Mapi comforted, cradling you into her chest.

“Scared” you replied meekly

“Of what Bebé?”

“I don’t like the big girl bed!” you snapped “I want my cot back!” you spat

“Oh querida but you’re a big girl now, you have a training bed. Plus we are going to need the cot for when your baby sister arrives” she offered hoping to calm you down

“No! That’s my bed baby sister can get her own!” you urged, thrashing your fists onto the mattress beside you.

“Hey hey calm down, I thought you were a big girl?” Mapi questioned knowing that this phrase usually worked with you

“I am a big girl!” You insisted

“Big girls don’t need baby beds do they?” Mapi asked you

“No guess not but I’m still sad” you pouted

“Why are you said bebita?”

“You and Mamma will love the new baby and forget about me!” you sobbed

“No no mi amor we could never forget about you! We will love the new baby and you just the same!” Mapi urged you

“¿Promesa?” you held out your pinky finger as it was yours and Mami’s so called ‘super secret swear’

“Promesa” Mapi replied, interlocking your pinkies and shaking them.

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That was the first of many tantrums that came with the ‘terrible twos’, which were not helped by the problematic jealously of your unborn sibling.

When your Mamma and Mami found out it was another baby girl, the possessiveness only increased. That much was evident when you and Mamma went to watch Mami and the team training one day.

“Do you have your bag princesa? asked Mami as she grabbed her keys off the side ready to drive the two of you to the training facility.

“Oops no” you announced before toddling back to your room to grab it

When you returned Mamma shoved some snacks into the pockets and grabbed your hand, before turning to the lock the apartment door. The car journey was surprisingly pleasant (you often had a habit of asking if you were nearly there hundreds of times). Mamma strapped you into your car seat and put on some of your favourite Spanish songs which you happily attempted to sing to (getting most of the words wrong).

When you got there Mamma helped you out of the car seat and insisted you hold her hand whilst she walked because you also had an annoying habit of running off when no one was looking.

Mamma greeted the security guards at the entrance as they had a long conversation that you thought was boring. They kept asking Mamma about the baby and you just wanted to hurry up and go play with the team.

Finally they stopped talking and Mamma guided you through the building and into the changing rooms that led onto the pitch.

“Now elskling you need to be good ok. I don’t want you distracting the girls whilst they’re training. I can’t run off after you now ok because of the baby so stay on your toy mat or playing with the ball on the side ok?”

Said Ingrid sternly

“Ok Mamma I’ll be good” you beamed up at her with a toothy grin

“Of course you will mi solskinn” she said returning the smile.

The two of you walked out hand in hand as you spotted the girls training on the pitch at the end of the field. You watched as Mamma took your bag and got out a small blanket to put on the floor. She then took out the colouring book and plastic fairies that you’d put in there and laid them out for you to play with.

You’d been playing peacefully for around 10 minutes, completely in your own world before Mamma’s voice snapped you out of it.

“I’m just going to the toilet bebita okay? Your baby sister has decided to sit on my bladder” she laughed. “So stay here and play nicely ok I’ll be 5 minutes” she said with a serious expression

“Okay Mamma” you said without a second thought.

All you were thinking about was what a bladder actually was. You hadn’t heard that word before and you’d wondered why, whatever it was, your baby sister was sat in it. It took about 30 seconds of you repeating the word for you to realise Mamma had actually gone. You contemplated starting to cry, hoping that would bring her back but after thinking it over in your head you’d decided that was too boring.

Instead, you decided to wander. You got up and made your way to the side door that you knew led out of the training area. You stumbled a little on the uneven gravel as your little legs struggled to keep up with the pace you were trying to run at.

You ended up at a building with a big sign you couldn’t read. All you knew was that it had a red and white cross on it and it reminded you of Switzerland (but the other way around) like where Ana was from. You missed Ana she had moved teams now. Maybe that’s where they were secretly hiding Ana you thought t yourself as you decided to investigate further, pushing the big door open.

When you made it through the door, it did not look like Ana’s Switzerland at all. It looked scary, there were a bunch of weird machines you didn’t understand and you didn’t recognise this place at all. You decided to wander on, in hopes that you’d find something or someone you knew.

Your wish was granted when you came face to face with your Tia Alexia.

“Ay dios mio pequeña what on earth are you doing here?” She questioned frantically, with a concerned look in her eyes.

“Went on a walk” you shrugged

“Where’s your Mamma? Mapi said she was bringing you today”

“She went to the toilet because the baby is in her bladder”

Alexia couldn’t help but laugh at your likely misinterpretation of what Ingrid had presumably told you.

“Ok bebita and did she tell you to go off on a walk on your own whilst she went to the toilet?”

“No” you said staring at your little shoes as to not meet her disappointed look. “Thought it was Switzerland” you sulked

“Switzerland why did you thing that?” She asked, confused.

“Had flag on the door” you replied simply

“What? Ohh no bebé that’s a medical flag like a hospital, it does look like the Switzerland flag though” she chuckled

“This is a hospital?” you said with a look of worry

“No no it’s similar though it’s like a doctor just for the team”

“Mamma goes to a doctor to check the baby! Why are you in the doctor for the team Tia Ale? Do you have baby in your belly too like Mamma?” You questioned eyes wide with surprise.

“No no bebita hahaha I don’t have a baby in my belly. I’m just having a little monthly check on my knee to make sure it’s all good” she smiled at your innocence.

“Oh if you have a baby Tia Ale you can name it after me? You said Olga loved me when I stayed at your house!” You insisted

“Hmm Olga did love you but if we have a baby I think it needs a different name but maybe you can help me pick if that time comes” she bargained

“Okay” you shrugged, that seemed to be enough for your little brain.

“Right enough talking about me having babies” she laughed “let’s get you back to your Mamma I’m sure she’s worried sick” said Alexia, scooping you up into her arms so you couldn’t run off again.

Meanwhile…

Ingrid had just returned from what might have been her 15th bathroom trip of the day because of the baby. She strolled though the changing rooms and was ready to reward your patient behaviour with a snack from your backpack. However, when she reached the field you weren’t sat on your blanket, she glanced around and you weren’t nearby.

Panic started to settle in her as she couldn’t see you anywhere. Watching as the girls started to walk back from training in her direction, she scanned her eyes over them, hoping to find that you’d just wandered off to see Mapi but her prayers weren’t answered as she couldn’t see your small form amongst them. The anxiety had really started to settle in now as she had no idea where you’d gone.

Seconds later the girls were in front of her, Mapi reached for her waist and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

“Hola mi amor and mi bebita” she said rubbing Ingrid’s swollen stomach. “Where’s pequeña?” Questioned the defender, confusion present on her features.

“I’m sorry Mapi I don’t know” Ingrid said as she broke down into tears. “I went to the toilet for a couple minutes because the baby made me need to pee and I didn’t take her with me because she was playing so nicely and now she’s wandered off and I don’t know where too” she explained, tears rolling down her face as she sobbed into Mapi’s shoulder.

“It’s ok she’ll be fine amor, there’s no way for her to leave the compound with out security realising” assured the blonde. “She will be around somewhere and someone will have found her” she insisted

“Yeah yeah you’re right I’m sorry Maps I just feel like such a bad mother I’ve lost our daughter, how am I supposed to look after two of them together” she cried more

The team were gathered around them, with pitiful looks on their faces, no one wanted to interject.

“No Ingrid you are not a bad mother don’t ever say that, you’re just hormonal at the moment ok and she’s going through the terrible twos so she’s being an absolute nightmare at the moment. It’s normal Cariño ok?” She said as she comforted the younger girl by rubbing soothing circles on her back whilst she held her close.

“Ok, te amo Maria”

“Jeg elsker deg princesa. Let’s go find our little monkey” she gestured for the team and jonatan to come with her.

Just as the team were about to split up and attempt to find you, Alexia turned the corner holding a guilty looking you in her arms.

“Oh my God!” yelled Ingrid as she ran in your direction, as fast as she could with the added weight of the baby on her hips.

“gracias a Dios” muttered Maria as she followed after her girlfriend.

“Oh my bebita I’m so glad you’re ok and that Alexia found you!” Exclaimed Ingrid as she cupped your face with her hands.

“Yeah she found me in the medical room which she thought was Switzerland but that’s another story” laughed the blonde midfielder

“Thank you Alexia” said Mapi with a smile.

“jentebaby I told you not to leave your mat and you ran off you could’ve gotten hurt!” scolded Ingrid, which caused you to nuzzle into Tia Alexia’s neck for comfort.

“Amor don’t be so hard on her she’s ok now” insisted Mapi

“No Maria she has to learn that’s not ok!” She said taking you from Alexia’s arms into her own. “Oh bebé I was so worried.”

“Lo siento Mamma I wanted to explore”

“Well don’t explore without me next time please” she insisted

“Ingrid please put her down, you shouldn’t be carrying her with the baby!” Claimed Mapi

“Shush Maria I can carry both of my babies at the same time” she countered, hugging you close to her.

“Fine miss stubborn, God you two are so alike” chuckled Mapi, hugging you both into her.

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tightjeansjavi · 11 months ago

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worship

A/N: last night..I was hornknee on the main and this was the result

~word count: 1.5k~

Summary: cock worship with Frankie Morales

Pairing | Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, cock worship, body worship, handjob, mutual masturbation, filthy talk, oral (female receiving) subby!frankie vibes, intimacy, established relationship, fluff, soft!frankie, boyfriend!frankie, no age gap, reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type, translated Spanish from both Frankie and the reader. Pet names: querida, cariño, princesa, hermosa. +18 minors dni!

paciencia - patience

No es necesario mi amor - not necessary, my love

es necesario para mí, Frankie - its necessary to me, frankie

tócame, querida. Por favor - touch me, darling. Please.

“Baby, I want tonight to be all about you, okay?” Your boyfriend, Frankie Morales has always been a people pleaser in every aspect. Even though you have reminded him at least 100 times in the bedroom that his pleasure is also important, he always brushes it off and turns the attention back on you.

Well, tonight is going to be different. You’re going to show him just how much he really means to you.

“Hermosa,” he softly rasps. “I feel good when you feel good. You don’t have to provide me with any special attention, baby.”

You lean over his chest and gently press your pointer finger against the seam of his plush lips. “Shh. Please, Frankie. I want to show you just how much I really love you, and your cock.”

He’s stunned to say the least. His brows raise in unison as he brushes his hand across the apex of your bare thighs, stroking his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion. He visibly swallows hard, eyes flitting upwards to meet your gaze. “Querida, No es necesario, mi amor.”

You replace your finger with your lips, kissing him sweetly as your fingers gently skate across the patches of his beard. “es necesario para mí, Frankie.”

He licks into your mouth at a snail's pace so he can really get a taste of you on his tongue while your hand drifts slowly to his lap where his half-hard cock lay beneath the soft confines of his sweats.

“Hard for you already, querida.” His breath catches in his throat when you delicately trace the outline of his cock with the tip of your nail. His hips shift upwards, already desperate for more contact.

“I know, baby.” You smile into the kiss, letting out a breathy, soft sigh when he gradually presses your thighs open further for easier access. The panties adorning your body are a pair that he picked out himself, and you looked so beautiful in them.

“Can we keep these on, princesa?” He hums, low and deep as his fingers toy with the little pink bow at the hem of your panties. “The lace looks so pretty on you, baby.” He hooks his thumb through the elastic and snaps it back playfully, eliciting giggle to slip past your lips while your own fingers trail upwards, drawing patterns through the dark, coarse hair on his happy trail. His stomach clenches inwards from your feather light touch.

“Cariño.” You coo, “This night is about you, Frankie. If you’d like for me to keep them on, then I’ll keep them on for you.” You lightly gasp into the connected kiss when his fingers slowly glide upwards against the covered seam of your pussy. He breaks the kiss away momentarily, only so he can glance down and see just how wet you’ve grown for him already. He licks his lips, wetting them before he’s drawn back to his own pleasure as you nip playfully at the junction where his neck meets his collarbone. Teeth graze his bronzed skin as you bite down, drawing blood to the surface. His head tilts to the side to allow you better access to his skin. His lashes flutter shut, lips parting as he moans softly.

You trail your lips further, teasing, biting at his collarbones, and slide your hand southwards. His cock twitches in excitement as you make quick work of pushing his sweats down just enough to free his cock.

His hot breath fans your face when one large hand comes to grasp your jaw, pulling your face back upwards to his lips to meet in a bruising kiss.

“tócame, querida. Por favor.” He whimpers through the kiss, hips bucking upwards when he doesn’t immediately feel your soft touch.

There isn’t a minute in the day where Frankie doesn’t yearn for you, and your touch. He thinks about you morning, afternoon, night, and even in his dreams.

“Paciencia.” You tsk playfully under your breath and slowly slide your hand down the underside of his cock, feeling every vein and ridge beneath the soft pads of your fingertips.

He huffs through his nose, a chuckle vibrating up his chest as he shakily inhales your tongue licking into his mouth. “That’s my line, querida.”

“Hush, baby. Let me take care of you, Frankie. Let me take care of you and your pretty cock.” You drop your hand further, gently cupping his balls, squeezing them delicately, earning another breathy moan to escape his lips.

His head slowly falls back against the plush pillows. If his eyes weren’t shut in bliss already, they would be rolling back into his skull. His fingers begin to toy with your covered clit in languid, circular motions. He loves playing with you like this, feeling your slickness begin to build, and your pussy flutter.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, cariño. And your pretty pussy is so wet for me.” He’s already salivating for a taste, to bury his head between your thighs and delve into his favorite meal of the day; you.

“Feels so good, Frankie.” You praise him adoringly. “Does it turn you on when I say that you have such a pretty cock? It’s so beautiful, cariño. You’re so beautiful.” You gush, kissing him deeper as his hand cradling your face pulls you in even closer. If he could, he’d crawl inside of you and stay there forever.

“Fuuck.” He skin flushes from your words, cheeks turning ruby red, heart swelling in his chest as his thumb gently strokes your jawline. “Tell me I have a pretty cock again, please.”

You drag your hand upwards once more, hand wrapping around the base of his cock as you slowly twist your wrist in a corkscrew motion. You can feel him growing harder in your palm as your thumb swipes across the ruddy head, collecting pearls of precum that have begun to leak and dribble down the underside of his shaft.

“You have the prettiest cock I have ever seen, Frankie.”

His hips buck upwards into your hand pathetically as he whimpers your name over, and over again.

His mental state is at the most vulnerable, yet he has never felt more safe than with you. His lips break away from the kiss, a string of saliva keeps you both connected for a moment, like an invisible string. His head tilts down, cheek resting against the crook of your shoulder, hot breath kisses your skin as he lets himself fully indulge in unabashed pleasure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, cariño. Y-you’re so beautiful, and good to me.” He chokes out, teeth grazing your shoulder as he bites down. His fingers on your pussy begin to pick up their pace, wanting you to feel the same level of pleasure that he is experiencing. His attention stays focused on your clit, and between the steady pressure, and the fabric adding friction, you’re close to hitting your own high.

“You’re so pretty, Frankie. Always so pretty, but even more when you’re on the edge of coming.” You whisper as your freehand rests along his bare shoulder, before slowly sliding into his hair, playing with the soft curls at the back of his head, nails scraping at his scalp.

Perspiration has already begun to build and pool along his bronzed skin. Shiny, wet, slick, needy.

He bites down on your shoulder harder, drawing blood to the surface, eyes squeezed shut, whimpers falling against your skin.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to come, querida. I’m—I'm so close, baby.” He groans as you pump your wrist faster, feeling his cock tense and pulse around your palm.

“Good boy, Cariño. Come for me, Frankie.” You breathlessly request, and he obeys, letting himself go, crying out your name as he paints your hand and his bare stomach in his release.

His softened cock laid still against his stomach, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. You kissed him sweetly, brushing a few stray curls that were stuck to his forehead with sweat.

His eyes were hooded as he watched your lips descend down his body, between his pecs, down his stomach. You dragged your tongue through his release, lapping every drop up from his sweat stained skin before his strong arms were pulling you back up to his face.

Even in his post-orgasm haze, his kisses were desperate as he tasted himself along your tongue.

“My turn.” He whispered and grabbed ahold of the hem of your ruined panties and yanked them down in a haste.

You couldn’t help but giggle when you felt his curls tickle the inside of your thighs, and the light, gentle scrape of his patchy beard against your sensitive skin.

He spelled his name out against your clit, over and over again, till you positively had nothing left to give him.

In the midst of it all, he found himself growing hard again, and eager, very eager, but now he focused on worshiping you, the same way you worshiped him. He came again with his hips rutting into the comforter as you leaked onto his tongue.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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Miguel comes home stressed out 😏😉 Can be soft or rough, whatever you’d like🫶🏼

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miguel o’hara x f!reader

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warnings || pure smut, no plot || 18+ only sexually explicit content (praise, foreplay, unprotected p in v, climax control, pet names, cream pie etc) minors dni

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Miguel was ravenous, starved. Nothing could suffice his hunger other than you. All day, he's had the same sinful thoughts clouding his brain, thoughts of you, utterly shameful thoughts of you. You were a persistent notion in his mind and the only thing keeping him going during his stressful day. He was yearning for you, desperate, aching at the thought of you, your sweet pussy and your pretty little cries.

He sluggishly walks into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"Cariño?" he calls out, his words full of need. "Baby?"

"Hi," you cutely greet him in your usual way, smiling wide at the sight of him. "Miss me?" you speak playfully, making your way over to him.

"Always," he says low with a wry smirk. His large hands reach to hold around your jaw, gently guiding you towards his lips and brushing over them as he softly groans into your mouth. "I always miss you, princesa," he pulls away to look at you, his eyes slowly darkening.

His hands roam to your waist, urgently clasping around it as he walks you backwards, guiding you to the bedroom. "Let me show you how much, hm?" he whispers against your lips, his voice low and dark.

The kiss grows more desperate like neither of you could get enough, hungrily working over one another's lips, selfishly almost. Miguel controls the kiss, deepening it as he lays you against the mattress, hovering over you and settling himself between your thighs. "Did you miss me?" he softly asks, sliding his hand down the front of your pyjama shorts, his eyes widening as he brushes over the damp patch in your underwear. "You did, hm?" he subtly grins, palming you through the fabric.

His free hand is cupped under your jaw, tilting your head back to expose more skin to him as he peppers it with urgent, sloppy kisses. "Feel me, mi amor," he whispers against your skin, his words slightly muffled. "Feel how much I missed you,"

His cock is hard and heavy as it rests against your thigh, protruding in his tight spidersuit, practically bulging through the fabric. Your eyes squint in anticipation as you gaze into his dark eyes full of desire, attentively watching the little subtle expressions on one another's faces.

He slides his middle finger through your damps folds, parting the slick-coated flesh with an amused grin. "That all for me?" he quietly asks, littering delicate kisses underneath your ear while he circles his finger around your entrance, teasing you open as he stares into your pleading eyes. He slides in his two middle fingers, sinking into your perfect pussy and immediately curling upwards. "Yeah?" he coos, hearing your initial soft whimper.

You melt around his fingers, clutching and loosing around them as he gradually massages upwards, rubbing your g-spot, the spot you both loved. Slowly pumping your pussy with his fingers.

He looks down at you with eyes full of desperation, his lids hanging low as he watches your features contort, watching your brows twist and knit in pleasure. "Hm?" he murmurs, his fingers working into you with slightly more force. "Am I making you feel good, querida?" he raspily whispers into the crook of your neck, softly skimming his teeth along the skin. "Am I making my girl feel good?"

He could feel you flutter around his fingers, could feel you right there, clamping and tightening around them, practically begging for your release. A daring smirk on his face as he drags them from you. "Not yet, cariño... not yet," he whispers, sitting on his knees between your thighs, watching the pleading look in your eyes. "Aw," he coos patronisingly, grinning at the dissatisfaction on your face. "You gotta wait for me, hm? Wait for me," he husks once more, slipping off his suit, his gaze locked on yours.

His cock springs out from his fabric restraints, his head swollen and leaking precum, looking almost painful. "Look at what you do to me, mi amor," he says low, nodding to his aching erection. "I need you," his voice desperate, speaking in a way that's so unfamiliar to you.

He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly stroking over himself, being extra careful in case he explodes right there and then. He's been aching for you all day, craving you since this morning, refusing to touch himself until he got home to you. So the sensation of his rough palm around his cock nearly made him blow a load before he could even get inside you, before he could feel your warm pussy hug around him.

His breathing almost trembles as he guides his dick towards you, gingerly trailing his tip through your wet folds. Miguel looks down at you, staring at your pretty little face as he slips inside you. He sucks his bottom lip in, clamping down as if to hold himself off, struggling to maintain the slither of self-composure he had left. "You feel so good," he mutters, his voice hoarse.

He slowly begins to wind into you, working into you in a way that makes his cock twitch and eyes screw closed. "You sound so pretty, bebé," he praises, his fingers running up your throat, clasping around your jaw and holding you there as he stares into your lust-filled eyes. "Aw, what is it?" he coos, watching the bliss tug on your features. "Is it too much? Hm? Am I too much for you?" he asks, breathing hard, strangled.

His thrusts grow more precise, like he was right there. His hips wound into you in a way that made you clamp around him, a way that made you twitch and jolt with every thrust. "You gotta come first, amor. I can't if you don't," he murmurs, his eyebrows pulling together in concentration. "Please come around my dick," he asks pleadingly, his free hand roaming your side, desperately kneading and squeezing into every dip and curve.

You feel yourself get closer and closer, tightening around his twitching cock as your head flies back, whimpering pretty cries into the air. He lowers to you, swallowing and muffling your moans. "That's it," he praises again, muttering against your lips.

His breathing grows erratic as he rambles Spanish curses beside your ear, pulsating inside you before spilling his warm arousal deep in your pussy, coating your walls in his come. Sloppily fucking it into you.

His thrusts halt, and his strained breathing steadies as he drags his cock from you, attentively watching his arousal seep and leak out of you. His come trailing from you.

He collapses onto the mattress beside you, instantly wrapping his arms around you to bring you closer, close to where he needs you most, his chest.

"Mierda." he softly chuckles, placing a kiss between your brows.

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guilty-pleasures21 · 5 months ago

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The Android

Boss!Miguel x Android!Reader (female)

I know, guys, I have so many other fics I'm supposed to be working on and I am! I am working on them! But I just had this idea sitting on my mind for a while and I had to let it out!

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.

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You lie on your side on the sofa, adjusting your robe as you wait for Miguel to return. He’d make you wear it whenever he knew he was going to have a particularly stressful day at work, but you didn’t mind: it was what you were made for, after all. Everyone had a helper droid in 2099, whether to look after their household or manage their company’s finances or provide them with some … company whenever they needed it. Helper droids had become as commonplace as smartphones had been in the early 2000s. You straighten slightly as Miguel finally storms into the room, frustrated by what had likely been another round of fruitless meetings. He sighs as he loosens his tie and sinks into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to calm down. You cross one leg over the over, allowing some of the outrageously expensive sheer material to fall away and reveal your smooth skin. Had he not seen you? Maybe he just needed a moment to calm down. You wait patiently until he calls you, strands of his wavy brown hair falling over his forehead as he hunches over.

“Querida.” You hop up and scurry over to him, your circuits sparking when he finally acknowledges your presence.

“¿Sí, mi amor?” you question, placing a hand on his broad and firm shoulder. He slides his arm around your waist, his fingers digging into your side as he pulls you closer to him, then he loosens his grip when he feels your soft curves pressing against him. “You want to talk about it?”

Miguel grunts in disagreement, his hand drifting down to your ass as he lifts his head to check his computer screen. “¡Mierda! I have another one in an hour!”

He squeezes your soft flesh in frustration and you lean over to check for yourself.

“But it’s your last one for the day,” you point out, always looking for the silver lining. “I can leave early and prepare dinner first.”

He sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair, his eyelids fluttering shut when you bent over to press a kiss to the side of his head. He turned to face you, his chest warming at how easy everything always was with you, then watched as his fingers travelled up your sides. He spread his legs, gesturing for you to step forward between them and you smiled down at him before obliging his silent request. Dios, you were perfect - your beautiful curves, your silky hair, your gorgeous smile … You’d turned out even better than he’d imagined when he was designing you. You ruffled his hair teasingly and he frowned up at you, but relaxed again when you cupped his cheeks in your hands, tilting his face up to yours. You treated him to another sweet smile and his heart thudded in his chest as you lowered your lips to his.

“Mmm, princesa …” Miguel moans as you kiss him softly, your slender fingers gliding down his neck and across his shoulders. He tugs you even closer to him when you straighten and gestures for you to take a seat on his leg. “Siéntate, querida. (Sit down, darling.)”

You swing your leg over his, settling yourself down on his muscular thigh. His expression softens as you wriggle against him in anticipation and he reaches a hand up to bring your mouth back to his. Your toes curl as you kiss him, your legs dangling above the ground, but you remain fixed in position, dutifully letting him take the lead. Your core begins heating up as his hands start wandering over your body, his warm fingers tracing the outlines of your delicate curves. Then he slips a hand behind your knee and swings your leg over his other thigh, getting you to straddle his lap. You flash him a thrilled smile which he returns tenfold when you giggle at the feeling of his large hands cupping your ass appreciatively. He squeezes your soft flesh, grinding you against him, and you bite your lip as your head falls back in pleasure.

F*ck, you were beautiful. So soft and so sweet and so f*cking perfect. He felt his core tighten at the sight of the blissful expression on your face, but then you flicked your hair over your shoulder and he felt his brain go numb with arousal at the sight of your curly waves tumbling down the side of your face as you leaned over him.

“Querido …” You straighten when you see the dazed expression on his face, then slide your hands down his chest, waiting for him to focus again. But he doesn’t look up at you, his eyes fixed on your body as he unties the ribbon around your waist and peels your robe off your shoulders. He sucks in a breath as your deliciously perky breasts are revealed to him, then he reaches up to cup them in his hands.

“Eres … Eres muy perfecta, mi amor (You're ... You're so perfect, my love),” he mumbles, jiggling your soft flesh before pressing his lips to your nipple and suckling on you. Your back arches as your core contracts at the feeling, your body pushing your chest towards him as it begs for more. Miguel slides his hands down to your ass and continues grinding you against him, his tongue flicking and gliding across your nipple as he teases you. You reach down and quickly undo his trousers so you can slip your hand into his underwear and take hold of his cock. You sigh when your fingers curl around his thick bulk, then you begin squeezing and stroking him, doing your best to treat him to even half as much pleasure as he’s showering you with.

“Mi … Miguel … Querido …” He groaned at the desperation in your voice - at how badly you wanted him. Then he released your breast with a wet ‘pop’ and pulled off your robe entirely, tossing it on the ground before running his hands all over your bare skin.

And that was how Lyla found you: sat on Miguel’s lap, your p*ssy very obviously stuffed full with his cock while his mouth swallowed your breast, his large hands wandering all over your naked body. She gasped, startled by the unexpected sight, but honestly, no longer surprised by it at this point. You look up when you hear the sound and flash her a grin and a small wave.

“Dr O’Hara was feeling stressed!” you inform her, your legs swinging back and forth as Miguel continues playing with your body.

“I can see that,” Lyla replies, amused by your innocence as you greet her cheerfully. She closes the door behind her and walks over to Miguel’s desk to slap some papers down on it. “I got the reports you need for your next meeting. Which is in thirteen minutes, by the way.”

Miguel growls at the warning, the low rumble of his voice travelling through your bones causing you to shiver against him. He squeezes your ass as your p*ssy clenches around him and you barely register Lyla’s next words.

“Okay! Well,” she begins, turning around to start making her way back out, “I’m not going to hold them off this time, so you’d better not be late.”

You let out a choked gasp and dig your fingers into his shoulders as Miguel begins thrusting his hips against yours, trying not to be too loud as his thick cock begins sliding in and out of your p*ssy so deliciously.

“Twelve minutes!” Lyla calls back as she walks out, the sound of the door slamming shut behind her drowning out the lewd sounds of your love-making.

You giggle as Miguel tosses you down on the bed, his broad form looming over you. You run your hands down his chest as he lowers himself on top of you, admiring the defined curvature of his toned muscles and he grins as his fingers begin tracing the outlines of your curves.

¡Mierda, you were perfect! Your delectable little body fitting so perfectly against his … He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough of you.

“¡Ay, p*tas, cariño!” he exclaims as he brushes his nose down the side of your neck. “¡Ay, coño, mi amor! Eres muy, muy perfecta, mi cielo … muy linda, muy hermosa, mi vida. Muy perfecta, muy perfecta, mi princesita.” (Ah, f*ck, sweetheart! Ah, f*ck, my love! You're so, so perfect, my darling ... so lovely, so beautiful, my life. So perfect, so perfect, my little princess.)

You drag your fingernails down his back, your body arching off the mattress as he slides his cock back inside of you. Holy shit! He always filled you up so, so nicely. He was so generous, your Miguel, so sweet and so loving with the way he always praised you and looked after you and showered you with everything any human woman’s heart could ever desire. He straightens to look down at you, wanting to see the dazed look that spreads across your adorable little face every time he enters you. He bends over to slip his tongue between your lips, kissing you as softly as he thrusts into you, and you slide your hands into his hair, scrunching the silky strands between your fingers. You nip his lower lip as your body contracts and he lets out a muttered curse as you fall back onto the mattress, the blissful look on your face driving him wild with desire.

“Cariño …” Miguel murmurs, licking his lips and cupping your cheek in his hand. He brushes his thumb across your soft skin, then trails it down to your breast to squeeze you. You bite your lower lip as your hips rise to meet his again and Miguel groans before falling back on top of you, his brain going numb with arousal. “Te amo princesa … Mi amor … Mi querida perfecta … Te … Te amo … Te amo tanto. I love you, querida … I love you so f*cking much, mi angelita hermosa.” (Sweetheart ... I love you, princess ... My love ... My perfect darling ... You ... I love you ... I love you so much. I love you, darling ... I love you so f*cking much, my pretty little angel.)

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his tender declarations of love. His hand moves to grab your ass and you let out a choked gasp as he begins tugging you harder against him, his lips and teeth grazing the skin of your neck hungrily.

“M-Migue-el …” you whine, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your edge. “I … I love you too, Miguel! I love you so much, querido! I love you … I love you … I love you …”

Dios, you were beautiful. So cute and so soft and so f*cking delicious. He dragged his tongue along your neck and sucked on the underside of your jaw, where your pulse point should have been. But you didn't have a pulse. Because you didn't have a heart. Because you weren't a real life human being who could actually love him. He froze suddenly, feeling like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice over him. You whimper as your hips continue to move, desperately chasing your high.

“M-Miguel! What … What …” Finally, you realise that he's stopped, unmoving despite his fat cock still nestled so irresistibly inside of you. You push yourself up to a seat to face him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You notice Miguel's eyes darken as they fall to your breasts, but then he quickly drags his gaze away and pulls himself out of you.

“¿Querido?” you question, a surprised squeak escaping your lips at the sudden absence of his warmth. “¿Qué pasó, mi amor? (What happened, my love?)” You reach a hand up to cup his cheek and he lowers his head, avoiding your confused gaze.

“I-I … Nothing. It’s nothing, querida.” He shakes his head and twines his fingers with yours, his expression unreadable as he lowers your hand back down to your side. “I just … I’m just tired, that’s all. It’s been a long day and I need some rest.”

He sighs as he turns to the side and starts sliding off the bed and you feel your insides start to heat up at his unconvincing excuse.

“We should get cleaned up and go to b-”

“Miguel!” you whine, grabbing his hand and stopping him before he can walk away from you. He twists his neck around, his brow furrowing as he takes in the upset pout on your lips and you press on despite the hesitation on his face. “Why won’t you make love to me?”

He let out a choked gasp at your intimate choice of words. Sure, he'd always seen it that way - as something so much more than just sex - but he hadn't known that you'd have been able to comprehend the difference between the two - between him using your body to pleasure himself and him worshipping you in the way he did almost every night. “I-I will! I do! I always do! I just …”

You shuffle closer to him, your grip on his hand tightening as your desperation grows. “¿Fui yo? ¿Fue algo que dije? ¡Te amo, mi querido! ¡Eres mi mundo, mi amor! (Was it me? Was it something I said? I love you, my darling! You are my world, my love!)”

He gritted his teeth as he tried to remove his hand from both of yours, his stomach sinking lower and lower with every word that came out of your mouth. Did you really mean it? Or had you just been programmed to say such things? You had no heart, so how could you possibly know what it meant to make such tender declarations of affection? To know what it meant to love someone?

“Lo sé, lo sé, mi querida,” he assures you, the guilt sweeping over him in waves. “Y eres mío también. Pero … (I know, I know, my darling. And you are mine, too. But …)” He paused as he tried to figure out what to say; to figure out how to explain it to you without hurting you. But you were just a robot - you couldn't get hurt.

“You don’t know what it means to love someone, Y/N,” he said softly. “You have no heart, cariño. No lungs, no kidneys, no blood. You can’t possibly understand what it means to be in love with someone.”

If you had had a heart, you were sure it would have stopped beating right then. You sink back on your thighs, finally letting go of him, and your lip quivers as you try to come up with a response.

“B-But … But …” Miguel looks down at you, his expression unsympathetic as he waits, and eventually, you find the strength to draw your brows together and get off the bed. You storm over to the door, your insides feeling like they're on fire, but you stop and turn back to face him before leaving the room entirely. “I’m going to sleep in my pod tonight, Miguel.”

You swivel back around, biting down on your tongue to stop the words that instinctively threaten to fall from your lips: ‘te amo, mi querido��. Your circuits spark as you fight against your programming, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other and continue marching away from your love.

Your pod?! You hadn't slept in your pod since the first month he'd gotten you - when both of you had still been too shy to do much about your mutual attraction. Well, he’d been too shy - you’d just been replicating the emotions he’d programmed into you. He chased after you, utterly confused by your uncharacteristically cold demeanour - you’d never gotten mad at him before. You couldn’t: the emotion had never been programmed into you.

“¡Querida!” He catches your wrist and tugs you back to him, spinning you around to face him. “No seas así, mi angelita. (Darling! Don't be like that, my little angel.)” He cups your cheek in his hand and frowns, trying to figure out how to placate you.

“What’s wrong with you?” he finally questions. You clench your fists and scoff in disbelief, your frustration with him growing with every ignorant word that falls from his mouth.

“What’s wrong with me?!” you exclaim, glaring up at him in anger. “You … You’re hurting me, Miguel! How can you say such cruel things?! I thought you loved me …” Your voice cracks on the last word and you wrench your face out of his grip, your body heating up with embarrassment now.

His breath caught in his throat as you pulled away from him, his hand frozen in the air in shock. He stayed in position as you turned away and watched silently as you continued on your way to the guest room. Finally, he curled his fingers into his palm and decided to let you go, allowing both of you some space to process what had just happened.

You stand under the shower, tilting your head down so the water runs down your cheeks. Was this what it felt like to cry? To have the water trickling down your artificially manufactured skin like this? You sigh and shut off the tap, then dry yourself off before pulling on your pyjamas. You walk out of the bathroom, but pause when you see Miguel sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tensed up to his ears. He looks up when he sees you and shoots to his feet, the distressed look on his face making you want to cave and rush back into his arms. But you stand your ground, your lips pressed together as you wait in silence.

He moved towards you, wanting to wrap you up in his arms and hold you close to him. But he stopped when he saw the way you glared up at him, hesitating in the face of your anger. He scratched the back of his neck, shifting uncomfortably in the suffocating silence. “I’m … sorry? I didn’t … I didn’t know you could get hurt.”

You bite down on your tongue, a muffled squeak escaping your throat as you stop yourself from accepting his half-assed apology. You wait until he lifts his head to meet your gaze again, the look on his face more uncertain than you'd ever seen it before. “That’s … not a very good apology, Miguel.”

His eyes widened, taken aback by your continued irritation. But you were right: it wasn't a good apology at all. He hunched over, embarrassed by the truth of your statement, and tried again. “I don’t want to hurt you; I never want to hurt you, princesa.”

Your muscles relax, your anger starting to fade at the sight of the adorable puppy dog eyes he gives you. But you don't want to forgive him so easily, so you snatch your gaze away and fold your arms over your chest, your expression stern.

Miguel sighed and curled his fingers around your waist, tugging you towards him. “Y/N. Tell me how to make it up to you. I don’t like seeing you upset, mi amor.”

You feel your anger waver even more as he begins pressing soft kisses to your cheek and neck. Finally, you sigh and lean into his touch. “I love you, Miguel. I really do love you .. . in the only way that I understand how.”

He stroked your back gently, still too afraid to let himself believe that you truly could love him.

“I know, princesa.” You straighten to look at him and his eyes widen at something on your face. He brushes his thumbs across your cheeks and you suddenly register the dampness coating them. “Cariño … Are you … crying?”

Your lips part in surprise and you reach up to feel the wetness trickling from your eyes. You look up at Miguel, unable to help the wide grin that stretches across your face. “I am! I’m crying! I’m really crying, querido!”

He startled as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Could you … Could you really … be becoming real?! He patted your back gently, his heart thudding in his chest with hope at the possibility. Could you really love him? In just the way that he loved you? You straightened to look at him, that beautiful smile still stretched across your face, and he felt his own lips curl in response. He cupped your cheek in his hand and lowered his lips to yours, brushing them softly. “I love you, mi angelita.”

You giggle against Miguel's mouth and twist your fingers into his shirt. “I love you too, mi vida. But .. mmph! Miguel …”

You let out a squeak as he parts your lips with his, the slow sensuality of his movements causing your arousal to start leaking out of you. Miguel smiles and moves both hands back down to your waist, delighting in the way you're starting to lose your focus. “¿Sí, princesa?”

You shiver at how low his voice has become, but force yourself to retain control over your thoughts.

“I-I want … I want to be real, querido. To know … To know what it really feels like … to love you.” Your eyelids flutter shut as you stretch onto your toes, yearning for the taste of him on your tongue. “To have a heart and lungs and kidneys and blood … and maybe … and maybe a womb too … to carry our babies?”

Miguel chuckles softly against your lips and another shudder wracks through your body. “Our babies? You would want to have our little babies, querida?”

“Yes! Yes, mi amor!” Your body starts heating up again at the thought of having adorable little babies with him. He’d be such a wonderful father, your gentle and loving Miguel. “I love you, querido.”

He'd do it, he'd make you real. “I love you too, mi princesa perfecta.”

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mmhcs · 5 months ago

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Girl Dad! Miguel O'Hara

Warnings: Miguel is an emotional wreck, one use of (Y/N), one mention of reader being pregnant (otherwise can be interpreted as surrogacy, adoption, etcetera)

Miguel was absolutely and utterly in shock when he found out that you guys were having a child. Whether it be through surrogate, adoption, or you carrying the child yourself—once he found out that his greatest dream of starting a family was going to become a reality, he's so happy.

It's very rare that Miguel gets emotional. The vulnerability that he'd been displaying in your relationship was a feat in itself. However, once he hears that he's going to become a dad, Miguel can't help but shed a few tears. It's a bit weird seeing the tears stream down his face but there's a smile that collects them and stops them from staining his shirt.

"Un bebé!" Miguel exclaims, laughing in between his sniffles. He grabs you by your waist, pulling you into him. "Vamos a tener un bebé, querida! Un bebé!"

Again, it's very rare that Miguel is emotional. But when he walked into the Spider Society following the revelation, he couldn't maintain his usual stoic demeanor. He tries his best to keep the news quiet for as long as he can but one day he cracks.

"Miguel, did you need something?" Jessica Drew asked as she entered his laboratory. She glanced up, down, and at each corner of the room, searching for some possible incentives for her summons. Upon failing to find anything, Jess stopped in the center of the room, putting her hands on her hips. She opened her mouth to demand further explanation but was stopped by the sound of the door opening once more. "Hey, Miguel!" Peter B. Parker lifted an arm to send a floppy wave at his self-proclaimed best friend. His other hand moved underneath the baby carrier strapped to his chest, as if his wave would cause the entire thing to collapse. "What's going on?" Jess asked, getting back on track before Peter B. could steer it off-course. "Is something wrong?" Miguel turned to face both Peter B. and Jess. He didn't bother lowering his platform—he liked it this way. This physical distance was about to make up for the emotional olive branch that he was about to extend. "I've summoned you two here because of a very important matter," Miguel started, placing his hands behind his back. "Not only do I hold a certain level of respect for you two, but I feel that you two would be the most qualified and capable to provide me with insight on this matter," Jess and Peter B. exchanged curious and worried glances with one another before returning their focus to Miguel. He sighed, feeling the emotional constipation building within. "(Y/N) and I..." He inhaled a deep breath, "We're having a baby." Jess sputtered while Peter B.'s hands flew to his face, which elongated from how far his jaw was dropping.

When Miguel finds out that you two are having a girl, he is, once again, an emotional mess. Just tears of joy as he stares at the ultrasound photo.

"Mi bebita," he says, tracing his fingers along the white curves of the background. "Ella es hermosa."

As the months pass by, Miguel comes up with different nicknames for the baby. He's one of those soon-to-be-parents that likes to compare the size of the baby to different fruits. (You even catch him shedding a few tears while looking at a mango in the kitchen once).

Miguel's new favorite hobby is decorating your daughter's nursery. He isn't stingy when it comes to the time, money, and effort spent making it a room fit for a princess. Even though she isn't born yet, he makes sure that the room temperature is appropriate for a newborn, that all of her outfits are neatly organized in their rightful place, and that there's books, books, and toys galore for her to play with.

Each and every day, Miguel talks to your daughter. It doesn't matter if her ears haven't developed yet—that's his daughter and he'll be damned if he doesn't ask her how her day was.

"¿Tu estás bien ahí adentro, princesa?" Miguel asks, rubbing his hands along your stomach. "¿No estás cuasando problemas, verdad?" "Miguel," you giggled. It was so cute seeing him like this. "I don't think that she can even hear you yet,"

Miguel doesn't shy away from any milestone activities. Including a baby shower. For the first time, Miguel allows a party to be held at the Spider Society so that everyone may celebrate the impending birth of your baby girl. While the Spiders know better than to acknowledge it, everyone can see and feel the pure joy radiating off of Miguel even if he does keep his stone-faced exterior plastered on for the day.

In addition to enlisting the help of Jess and Peter B., Miguel also turns to parenting books. He reads so much that one would think "advice for first-time parents" is his favorite genre.

The baby books cause Miguel to be prone to bouts of anxiety, which more often than not ends with you comforting and reassuring him, just as he would do for you.

"Hey, hey," you say, stroking his cheek. "Don't worry. This baby is about to have the best dad in the Multiverse."

As the time gets closer, Miguel starts to exhibit nesting behavior. He wakes up every morning, spends some time with you, and then disappears into the nursery until the sky turns dark. Does it matter that there's nothing to do in there? Nope, he's gonna fold and organize and then reorganize anything and everything that he can. Everything can and will be perfect for his baby girl.

When your daughter is born, Miguel is just a mess. An absolute mess of tears and faint chuckles. He rotates between kissing your forehead and thanking you for allowing him this precious gift and admiring your daughter.

"Hey, princesa," he coos softly. "Nice to finally meet you."

Your daughter isn't even a week old when she has Miguel wrapped around her finger.

At the tiniest sound, Miguel is jumping to see what's wrong with her. During her first few nights home, he doesn't leave her side.

"Miguel," you say, leaning in the doorframe of the nursery. "Don't you think you're bothering her? I mean, she just got here; give her some space!"

Bonus:

You stumble awake, extending an arm across the bed, only to find the spot next to you cold. As usual. While you already know where Miguel is (or rather who he's with), you don't have to second-guess yourself as the distant sound of cherubic laughter fills the air. Slowly, you climb out of bed and pad towards your daughter's nursery. You pause in the doorframe, not wanting to disturb whatever moment your daughter and husband were having. Every day was something new, something beautiful and heartwarming, a reminder that you started a family with the best possible man in the Multiverse. This morning's sight was nothing short, Miguel repeatedly holding your daughter up in the air before bringing her back down to kiss her forehead. "Mi hermosa," he says as he lifts her up once more, earning a squeal from her. "Mi princesa," he coos as he brings her back down. "Mi bebita," He brings her back up, this time, gently moving her around as though she is an airplane. "¡Y mi angelita! ¡Papi te ama mucho!"

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Drunken Love

A/N: OMG guys, it took forever to write this due to my busy schedule as of late, but my classes are now complete. Hooray! 😆🥳 Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. ❤️❤️ Art generated on: niji・journey

🥃staring: FatherBestFriend!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

🍴preview: Without looking at him, you nodded, feeling his burly arm around your waist and soon his breath fanning against your ear. “I want you to forget about your troubles and give your worries to me to bear.” He uttered, caressing your lower back in gentle, loving circles.

“And in return, allow me to make things better for you, mi amor.”

💰summary: After four years of studying abroad, you return home to a 'Welcome Home' party hosted by your father. However, you quickly realize that nothing has changed—your father remains the same rude and selfish man, solely focused on money and his business. As before, you're expected to conform to his strict rules and spend your days under his watchful eye. But with just a glance, Miguel O’Hara, your father’s best friend and business partner, seems to shatter all your desires to comply with your father's suffocating expectations, and offers an enticing escape...

Just like before…

🔥tw/cw: Age Gape, Big Dick Miguel, Body Worship, Car Sex, Cock Bulge, Cunnilingus, Desperation, Dirty Talk, Forbidden love, Modern AU, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Size Difference

❤️‍🔥Pet names: Amor (Love), Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling), Mi amor (My love) Princesa (Princess), Querida (Dear)

🖤Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🥀 Word Count: 8.2k words

As you stepped through the wrought iron gates of your father’s manor, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. It had been four years since you last set foot here, having been away studying abroad. Now, back home, everything felt familiar...

But not in a good way.

The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the aroma of sizzling meat on the grill, filling the air as your heels clicked cautiously on the smooth paved pathways leading to the center of your father’s luxurious backyard, where your 'Welcome Home' party was to be held. Yet, deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be the warm reception you hoped for.

The atmosphere exuded polished formality, with every blade of grass meticulously groomed to perfection. The yard held an aura that compelled one to straighten their posture and don their most radiant smile. Small tables, draped with white cloth, adorned the grassy area, displaying an array of finger foods and appetizers. Servants circulated with trays of alcoholic beverages, adding to the air of sophistication. Every attendee was elegantly attired, clad in lavish dresses, uptight suits, diamond necklaces, and gold bands, engaged in hushed gossip in small groups.

‘No wonder Jessica styled me this way,’ you thought, scanning the guests who greeted you with smiles, waves, and brief 'Welcome back's.' Jessica Owens, your personal assistant whom you hadn’t seen in years, had welcomed you at the airport and accompanied you to select a divine outfit tailored to your tastes for the occasion.

A one-shoulder column sequin dress hugged your figure, its scarlet red fabric boasting a leg slit that offered a glimpse of the matching closed-toe, ankle strapped heels you wore. Bold chandelier earrings adorned your ears, drawing attention to your exposed shoulder, while a delicate bracelet with sparkling gemstones adorned your wrist, subtly shimmering in the light.

Makeup further accentuated your beauty—a radiant red lip, sultry eyes, and flawless complexion with highlights completed your look. Your hair, styled as per Jessica's suggestion, cascaded around your face, having been released from an updo to frame your features perfectly.

You could feel eyes on you from every direction, a sensation you didn’t miss on your time away. The overwhelming attention began to stir a wave of nervousness within you. Seeking a moment to collect yourself, you slipped away to a secluded corner of the gathering, observing the events of your supposed 'Welcome Back' party from afar.

Musicians played a steady and upbeat tune, chatter and fraudulent giggles echoed throughout the night. Amongst the festivities, an even more rambunctious laugh caught your attention.

Your father, gleaming in a tailored suit, stood at the center of the gathering. Just like you remembered, his smile was as polished and white as the silverware laid out on the tables, scrubbed to perfection and shining like stars. Studying your father like a book, you couldn’t help but notice his forced chuckles and strained cheeks from grinning too much, a sight that churned your stomach.

After all these years, he remained unchanged—viewing you as nothing more than a tool for gaining him attention.

So why the hell did you expect a warm hug and genuine affection from him without a crowd present?

Rolling your eyes, you politely signaled to a nearby server to fetch a champagne glass from his tray. You knew you would need it to endure the rest of the evening filled with your father's rehearsed conversations and gestures.

Taking a long sip from your glass, relishing its divine taste and the sizzling burn down your throat. Upon lifting it from your lips with a contented sigh, a voice filled your ears, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Look at you, all grown up."

The abruptness of the deep, Latino-accented words left you momentarily speechless, a whirlwind of emotions bursting inside you like fireworks against a starlit sky.

There was no mistaking whose voice it belonged to...

It was one you could never forget during your time away, and just thinking about him made butterflies dance in your belly.

"Miggy?"

You called out the sweet nickname of the older male in shock, turning your gaze up to the towering figure before you, successfully avoiding choking on your champagne in the process.

True to form, his tan face retained its stoic expression, marked by a scowl, tight-knit bushy eyebrows, and stern amber eyes, yet even you could see the familiar corners of his lips draw up into a tight lipped smile.

"It's nice to see you again, Y/N," he replied nonchalantly, causing your entire face to light up. "Miggy!" You exclaimed, throwing your free arm around his neck as he chuckled lowly at your enthusiasm.

"What did I tell you about hugs, hmm?" he inquired, practically whispering into your ear, though you couldn't ignore the loving undertone in his deep voice. "That you didn't like them, but I do it anyway," you giggled, standing on tiptoes to deepen the embrace due to his towering height. Despite himself, you felt one of Miguel's burly arms wrap around you, pulling you close in return.

You sighed in contentment, his body heat engulfing your smaller self compared to his massive 6’9 height and muscular figure. The Latino's woodsy and wealthy cologne clouded your senses just like before, as the nostalgic feeling of security filled your being.

I take it you missed me, Cariño," he uttered from above you, his gruff voice rumbling through the expanse of his chest. You nodded, snuggling into his beige collared and button-up top, eliciting a rare hum of contentment from the typically stoic man.

After a while, his arm gave your body another comforting squeeze before reluctantly pulling away. You pushed back the pang of sadness at his sudden absence of warmth.

Clearing your throat, you redirect your focus, following Miguel's gaze to the bustling, fancy gathering, a tranquil silence settling between the two of you.

"How was studying abroad?" Miguel's deep voice, though always soothing, retained its usual coldness. "It was honestly fun," you smiled, recalling the freedom you enjoyed without the scrutiny of your father's strict eye. To your surprise, Miguel scoffed in amusement, shaking his head.

Your eyebrows raised in confusion, and you turned to see him taking a sip from the glass of bourbon you hadn't noticed before in his hand. "What is it?" you urged, causing him to shake his head dismissively once more. But upon his amber eyes catching your growing pout, an expression you knew was always his weakness, he heaved a sigh.

"Dios mío, ese maldito puchero tuyo…" He muttered under his breath, turning to face you fully. "I'm not... pleased with the amount of 'fun' you had away," the older male stated, leaving you confused.

"W-what are you talking about?" you chuckled, watching him nod towards your champagne glass. "You are drinking... You didn't before," he acknowledged.

You followed his gaze to your half-empty champagne glass, a remnant of your previous gulp. "Why does it matter? It's just one glass," you stated, emphasizing your point with another sip, which seemed more like a gulp in Miguel's eyes.

"Querida, before, you could barely handle half a glass, let alone one," he scolded, unable to tear his eyes away from your alcoholic beverage. You gave Miguel a small smile, his overprotectiveness—a trait you actually missed while you were away—evident in every word he uttered.

"Relax," you tried to reassure. "I can handle my alcohol now, Miggy. There's no need to worry." At your words, he huffed, turning his gaze from you back to the gathering unfolding before you. "So you went abroad to become a party animal?" he asked under his breath, the question unsettling you like a disturbed hive. Your face twisted in confusion and a hint of hurt at his comment. "No, I didn't. I went because I wanted to, something I see you still do not understand," you explained, feeling your fingers tighten around the underside of your glass in growing irritation.

Miguel sighed in disapproval, taking a gulp of his dark brown drink. "I just find it hard to believe," he replied. "Studying abroad of all places?" he chuckled, tapping his ringed middle finger against his glass. "I didn't take you as someone to run away from your problems, princesa."

"I didn't run away," you retorted, shooting him a small glare before finding your eyes drawn to your father, who was shaking hands with a well-dressed man and woman. The more you stared at your 53-year-old father, the more your thoughts churned.

‘Did you leave because of your father?’ you pondered as he was indeed one of the reasons, but mainly you departed to study far away from home to pursue your dreams—something your father greatly opposed.

Being away from your father and his strict rules felt like taking a breath of fresh air. It was the most free you had ever felt. But now, back home, the overwhelming restrictions and harsh regulations felt suffocating, and you wanted nothing more than to retreat back to the paradise you found on your own…

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a set of ringed fingers gently cupped your chin, turning you to meet the owner of such calloused digits.

With surprise, you found yourself face-to-face with Miguel, his features still stern, his jaw clenched, but his touch gentle, and the coldness in his eyes replaced with something softer.

"I missed you, mi amor..."

He whispered suddenly, his thumb caressing your skin affectionately. Your heart fluttered at the vulnerability in his words, as memories of every moment spent with him flooded back: Every conversation, every touch, every kiss, and every passionate night rose to the surface of your mind.

Like a reviving fire, his mere words set your body ablaze.

You never saw Miguel in this state, never heard him utter something affectionate to you as his love was mostly shown through his actions, making his confession leave you shocked and speechless...

Despite your disapproval and your desire for him to move on, Miguel had waited for you as he promised. The thought of you being gone from his side was unbearable for him.

Every waking moment was excruciating, every sleeping night insufferable.

He knew how much you wanted to pursue your own dreams and be free of your father, whom Miguel knew all too well as someone very snobbish and selfish. But being away from you for so long was a pain he couldn't bear.

You and Miguel loved each other in secret, the two of you became so good at pretending, one only saw you two as just friends. But your father and Miguel were close—

Very close.

Miguel and your father were business partners before they were best friends. Your father managed the finances and marketing of their shared bourbon line, while Miguel owned distilleries and oversaw production, even owning his own bars where his bourbon was the highlighted beverage.

Their booming business soon forged a friendship, and like welcoming one to the family, your father introduced Miguel to you.

At the time, you were young, and Miguel was evidently older, but when your eyes met, you both fell hard.

You started off as friends, Miguel being a wise, older male you went to for advice, and you were someone who kept Miguel company, even though he once adored being alone.

The more time you spent together, the deeper your feelings grew, until you both made it official to date in secret.

From then on, private getaways, hidden touches, and shared nights of passion became the norm, despite knowing how enraged your father would be if he discovered such a thing. But neither of you minded; staying attentive and careful kept your secret safe.

It wasn't until you confided in Miguel about your desires to leave and study abroad that reality kicked in.

All at once, your hidden life of fantasy collapsed.

You were going to leave to pursue your dreams, departing from Miguel for four years...

Miguel loathed that, and even more, he despised your reasoning. He wanted it to be because of your strict father, the overbearing rules he'd set upon you. Miguel didn't mind if you left because of him even! But you weren't going for either of those reasons.

"For me, Miggy. I want to go for myself," were the words you stated when he inquired why you must go.

He detested your reason because he knew he shouldn't fight you in the matter; it was what you desired. But he was selfish—possessive even. He wanted you, needed you by his side, so he couldn't accept you leaving him.

Many arguments ensued on the matter. He demanded you to stay, while you found every good reason to leave and achieve your dreams, ones that your father opposed you seeking. It ultimately led to you deciding to put an end to your secret relationship with Miguel.

It wasn't because of the many fights and arguments, but because you knew he loved you too much—too much that you didn't want him to miss you so intensely that it hurt, to the point where it would leave him in an irreparable state.

To spare you distress and further heartbreak, Miguel agreed to end things, despite his sorrow and disdain at the thought of breaking up. However, while you were concerned about his emotional stability, Miguel's workaholic tendencies got the best of him after your departure—a trait only you could suppress.

He threw himself into his shared bourbon business with your father, meticulously tasting from each of his twenty distilleries, meeting daily with all his workers for updates, making significant improvements on the bars he oversaw, and even holding one-on-one meetings with your father to explore new ways to expand their bourbon industry. He became addicted to caffeine and deprived himself of sleep, to the point where hibernation seemed like the only cure to replenish his exhausted body.

Miguel worked tirelessly in this manner simply to avoid missing you, and he consumed so much of his own bourbon that he might as well have emptied an entire distillery on his own.

Nevertheless, his attempts were useless…

Miguel thought of you and craved you every day. He spent his days recalling every aspect of you: your smile, your laugh, your fragrance, your hair, your body, and even your affection, which he once found discomforting due to his lack of familiarity with it, but now desired more than ever.

Despite Miguel's best efforts to forget you, he only fell deeper in love with you.

His days of agony came to an end when Miguel was invited to dinner and golfing with your father. There, on the field, Miguel discovered that you'd be returning back home—back to him.

His heart skipped a beat at the exciting news, leaving him unable to perform a good swing as his golf game with your father proceeded; but to hell with it...

You were returning, and that was all that mattered.

On the day of your Welcome Back party, he found himself picky over his outfit, clicking his tongue and angrily muttering in Spanish at every disappointing attire he came across... until he found the one.

A beige, loosely buttoned top, styled with a matching sienna brown blazer and dress pants was his selection. Pairing it with his attire, he added dark umber oxfords.

To accessorize, the Latino added a complementary belt that matched his shoes and a classic watch with brown leather straps. Gold rings adorned his thick fingers, and a simple chain graced his exposed, muscular throat.

As he put on his outfit for the party, he found himself more nervous than excited. The last few times he'd seen you weren't on good terms. The days of secret getaways, kisses, and passionate touches always led to an argument about your departure, so he was worried you'd still be upset with him…

At the gathering, he found himself eagerly watching the entrance for you, his glass of bourbon in hand. His heart rose and fell with each arrival of another lavishly dressed guest, leading him to believe you wouldn't show.

Until you did...

It felt like everything stopped—the melodic tunes from the musicians faded away, the jumbled conversing of the partygoers ceased—as the only thing he heard was his heart beating loudly against his chest.

You were always beautiful to the older male, but tonight, after not seeing you for so long, you were utterly breathtaking.

His gaze trailed along your figure, remembering all the times he held your form in his hands, felt your body heat, and soft skin. He instantly noticed how enticing that scarlet dress hugged your body, teasing him to do the unthinkable right there, be damned to who was watching.

But amidst his burning desire, in that moment, he could only think one thing, and one thing only:

"Gosh, I've missed you..."

Before he could ponder or stop himself, he found himself leaving his spot to walk over to you, and the closer he got, the more his heart felt like it wanted to burst from his chest as flashes of what you shared before played on repeat in his head.

And now as you gazed up into Miguel's hardened amber eyes, you could see love for you in them. His thumb gently tracing patterns along your chin as you were still processing his touch, the closeness and the confession that spilled from his lips.

‘He... missed me?’ You repeated to yourself, almost finding it unbelievable if it wasn't for how he was looking at you as if you were the only woman in the room.

“M-Miggy…” You whispered when suddenly your heart dropped at the sound of another voice approaching.

“Why, if it isn't my little angel?”

Like the speed of light, you jumped away from Miguel to cast your eyes onto your father, instinctively gaining the urge to hide behind your champagne glass.Miguel's face returned to its usual expression of stoicism, hating how the both of you were interrupted.

“Hello, father,” you said, lacking your previous enthusiasm that you showed Miguel, however, your father ignored you, hastily turning his eyes to his best friend and business partner instead. “And, of course, Miguel O'Hara,” your father grinned, giving the Latino a firm handshake before going into a ramble. “I'd love to set a meeting with you about the idea of releasing a limited-edition bourbon,” he proposed in a jolly tone, business seeming to be the only topic he spoke of.

“Imagine just how much buzz would circulate amongst customers, the collectors, and don't forget the drive sales,” your father beamed at the thought as you watched the interaction between the two men in silence.

Miguel simply grunted to show his attentiveness, but neither agreed nor disagreed with your father's business idea. “I'd rather enjoy welcoming your daughter home. We can speak about business at another time,” Miguel stated, casting a glance over at you before turning his sharp gaze back to your father.

Your dad's smile faltered at being dismissed, clearing his throat. “Of course, of course,” he concurred, turning to you due to Miguel’s mentioning of you, his daughter. “I'm happy you are… back, daughter. I hope you used your time away wisely,” he added, causing your eyebrows to narrow. ‘Wisely? What the hell does that mean?!’ you thought, knowing your father was an expert at backhanded comments and sly insults that can be described like poisoned cake—you never noticed the venom underneath his sweetness.

“I did. I enjoyed doing something to benefit myself for a change,” you politely said, adding more salt into the wound by downing the rest of your champagne. Your father's eyes looked down at your empty glass and then at you in irritation.

Casting a fake smile, he glanced at Miguel. “My apologies in advance, my friend, but it's nothing new seeing my disobedient daughter behave so poorly,” your father said, feeling your stomach twist into knots when he looked back at you, his facade of kindness dissolved into a snarl. “She thinks that she owns the place after leaving for a few years, it's only right I put her back in her place,” your father stated to Miguel, more than you.

Keeping your gaze on your horrible parent rather than the older Latino, you waited for your father's harsh words knowing they were to rain down on you like hellfire, and like anticipated…

it did…

“Listen here, girl, you might have fled from here for whatever reason, but I didn't,” he spat, eyes full of hatred staring back at you. “Without me, our family name would have been forgotten long ago; but for the entirety of my fifty-three years of life, I've worked my ass off to provide for us, and I'll continue to do so until my dying breath,” he said in anger between the three of you.

“And now that you've returned, I won't allow my selfish brat of a daughter to ruin things for me,” your father growled as you narrowed your eyes at him, reciprocating his disdain, but it only seemed to amuse him even more. He chuckled, giving your cheek a harsh pinch. “So do not think being away changes a thing, I expect the same from you as before—obedience and perfection,” he said, patting your face with each word. “Understand, or do I need Miguel here to say it in Spanish for you?” he asked with a smirk as it took everything to prevent the frustrated and angry tears from spilling down your cheeks.

You couldn't hear or see anything or anyone, only feel the overwhelming feeling of entrapment once again. It engulfed your being, feeling like a pair of hands were strangling you, and you were powerless against it…

All over again.

With a shaky breath, you stared back at him with eyes full of raging fire. “Yes…I fucking understand,” you said through gritted teeth, causing the businessman to laugh.

“Good and clean that attitude, girl. I never did like that mouth of yours,” he said, glancing over at Miguel, whose face was still completely hardened, emotionless, but a kinder tone was used by your father when speaking with him. “If you'd like, the meat is being served at the buffet table as we speak, my friend. I heard it's very tender and is satisfactory when hot,” your father smiled. “But I hope you enjoy the gathering. Miguel. Daughter,” he growled, casting you a glare and a hint of disgust found in the way he addressed you before he departed entirely—disappearing into the bustling yard of elegantly clothed persons and leaving you enraged.

You stared at the spot your father previously stood in, a blazing fire of anger sizzling inside your being. Gripping your wine glass so tightly your knuckles whitened, you turned on your heel, shoving the empty cup into a passing servant's hands on your way out.

Everything faded around you as the only thing you desired in that moment was getting away—from this party, rich society, and most importantly, your asshole of a father. You didn’t walk far before a large hand grasped your wrist, pulling you into a secluded spot out of the ear and eyeshot of the partygoers.

With a piercing gaze, you looked up, ready to release the fury that had grown inside of you when your eyes met Miguel’s narrowed, yet, concerned ones. His towering frame cornered you against the trunk of one of your father’s massive oak trees in his backyard, a tree he ordered to be particularly planted in this area.

Although Miguel normally didn’t care for others, finding empathy a hard thing, his heart tugged whenever you became like this. “Are you alright? It looks like you want to strangle someone?” He asked, amber eyes tracing every detail of your face in search of what you were feeling inside, but your turmoil was evident.

You released an unsteady exhale, the calm before the brewing storm. “Y-You saw him!” You exclaimed. “T-That rich bastard that has his money shoved so far up his damn ass, he’ll probably believe the sky is green if it means his pockets will be filled.” You ranted in anger, every word making you feel so much better, leaving you to continue your spurge. “And he’s so controlling that it’s suffocating; whenever my father is in the room…, I-I feel like I’m dying, Miguel.” The confession left your lips before you could stop yourself, angry tears beginning to run down your face.

“A-And, he pretends he’s such a great father, going around speaking of me—of my hobbies, interests, and so much more that is all bullshit. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know.” You cried, trying to wipe your cheeks clean of the tears, but they continued to fall despite your efforts. “My father only cares about himself, more than anything else.” You said in a brittle voice.

“The world can end tomorrow and he’ll still be trying to get over on everyone, and count every dime he has to make sure his pockets are hefty before his time ends.” You sniffled, shaking your head in irritation, the fury in your voice escaping into sorrow. “And…I’m just done. I can’t- I can’t do this anymore.” You admitted with a trembling sigh.

“I can’t be around him anymore, live with his lies, under his rules, and like I cannot exist in his presence.” You told Miguel as after your venting, you looked up at him to find his usual stoic features staring back at you. His tanned face devoid of emotion as he simply stood over you, listening like he always did.

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed after saying so many deep things to Miguel—things you’ve never actually told him in-depth, but could simply be noticed as your father didn’t hold anything back from the rich Latino. “I’m sorry, I-I’ll just go.” You said, trying to walk around him when his hand was placed onto the tree behind you, blocking you under him. “No.” He said with the shake of his head, his coffee-brown curls swaying with the movement.

You gasped, eyes snapping up to meet him in confusion when his large hand cupped your rose-tinted cheek, his thumb delicately swiping away a stray tear. “I hated the way he speaks to you; I’ve always did.” He uttered, disdain found in his deep tone. “I’ve offered you many times in the past, Querida, to let me handle it— let me handle your father, and you turn me down each and every time.” He sighed, his amber orbs staring down at you in a blend of rage for the situation you were in, but also in sympathy.

A frown graced your lips, remembering what he spoke of. “Yes…I-I did, because it’s my burden to take on—my problem to deal with, not yours.” You tried to explain. “And if you intervene, it’ll surely ruin things with your shared business with my father.”

“To hell with it.” He spat, his hand moving from your cheek to grasp your hips possessively. “We've tried it your way for years and nothing has changed.” He retorted in anger. “Your father continues to treat you like muck on his shoe while I have to sit and watch.” Miguel said, his eyes narrowed in irritation, his jaw clenched, but his anger settled upon seeing your tears start to flow once more.

“Listen to me, Cariño.” He began, staring into your eyes. “Your burdens are my burdens—your problems are my problems.” He said, determination etched on his tanned face. “I will not sit around any longer and allow your father to treat you like this, I can’t, and I won’t.” He blatantly told you.

Your heart fluttered at his words, despite not agreeing with Miguel's logic. Looking over his stern features, you could see that there was no way you could stop him—when his mind and heart were set on something, he sought to see it through. You averted your gaze away from the Latino, torn on the newfound decision he’d made.

A quietness settled between the two of you, the gentle breeze of the wind, tunes and laughter from the distant party filling the silence.

Miguel's thick eyebrows furrowed, not expecting your reaction to be this. He rubbed your hip soothingly, trying to meet your gaze once more. “May you do something for me, Querida…? Y/N?” He said, your name being uttered by him was rare, using it only during serious talks, just like this one.

Without looking at him, you nodded, feeling his burly arm around your waist and soon his breath fanning against your ear. “I want you to forget about your troubles and give your worries to me to bear.” He uttered, caressing your lower back in gentle, loving circles.

“And in return, allow me to make things better for you, mi amor.”

His words made your stomach flip as your head snapped to meet his gaze. Since you’ve arrived back home, a new side of Miguel has been introduced to you—one that you had never seen.

Before, he was always cold and stern, mostly only affectionate through a slight caress of the cheek, stroke of the hair, or even through a kiss that usually was controlled and led by him.

He’d never actually spoken sentiments in this way to you, and it made you utterly speechless.

“M-Miggy, I-” You tried to reply but your brain had become mush. Miguel gave you a tight-lipped smile, shushing you with a shake of his head once more. “Come…” He simply whispered, taking your wrist and turning to leave when you hastily stopped him. “Wait, wait, we can’t just leave together. I-It’ll lead to suspicion,” you told the Latino. Despite your hate for your father and the status your family held, you didn’t want to anger him, nor damage his most cherished reputation, believing you’ll surely bring a monster out of your father if you did so.

Miguel looked back at you with tenderness in his eyes. “What did I tell you, hmm?” He asked with a smirk, his gaze instantly mesmerizing you and leaving you unable to speak once more. “Let me take care of things with your father and the rich assholes out there,” he assured in his gruff voice that usually held a rough edge, now gone and replaced with a loving tone that made you melt.

The Latino leaned in close to you, his arm pulling you to his body by your waist. Miguel gazed down at you, his rich, woodsy cologne filling your senses and the feeling of his pecs against your body made a rush of desire burn up inside of you, replacing the fire of hate you previously felt for your father. “Let me make things better for you, amor,” he told you once more, but this time, the adoration for you was evident in his voice.

Your heart skipped a beat, noticing just how close the two of you were—lips just a hair's breadth away. “O-Okay,” you finally mustered, unable to prevent yourself from pulling him into a searing kiss. Miguel groaned in surprise, his hand gripping your waist tightly while his other clawed into your hair, drawing you closer to him.

Gasps of air escaped you, incapable of stopping as with every kiss, it cured the need that you both craved of each other. Teeth clashed and tongues entwined, hands gripping clothes to try and close the nonexistent space between each of your bodies. You only parted when in the distance, a loud applause filled the air, one that startled you both.

Jumping in each other’s embrace, you shared a gaze over at the gathering to find your father in the center, continuing to entertain his guests, their attention solely on him.

You rolled your eyes at the anticipated sight, turning back to Miguel to see that he was already staring at you. His amber orbs burned with longing, and when he pulled you close once more, you could feel his evident bulge pressing into your thigh.

“I can't wait another minute, amor. I need you. Now,” he practically demanded in a hushed whisper into your ear, a kiss pressed upon your lobe following his desire. However, his words and arousal sparked a fire inside of you, matching his own longing.

With just a shared gaze, he knew your response without you having to utter a single word…

‘Let's get out of here.’

Your fingers combed through Miguel’s coffee brown curls, pulling him deeper into the intoxicating kiss you shared as his large hands roamed your bare skin. You moaned into his lips when his hand grasped your breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh. His ministrations caused the peaked tips to harden as his fingers didn’t hesitate to flick and roll them. Miguel’s mouth continued to ravage yours, your moans becoming lost in your shared passion.

Your eyes fluttered, trying to recall past events on how the two of you ended up in the backseat of his black Lamborghini Urus, unclothed and practically devouring each other like two rabid animals; but the only thing that came to mind was the burning desire to feel him, touch him, taste him...

Just like before...

“G-goodness, I missed you.” You whimpered between kisses, his lips trailing along your jaw as his massive body pressed you into the leather cushions, his heavy weight and body heat only arousing you further.

He breathlessly chuckled against your throat, pressing a final kiss to your skin before meeting your eyes. “As have I, mi amor,” he confessed, looking down at you with newfound love in his brown orbs. Your heart palpated at the sight as he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips. “Allow us to make up for lost time,” he whispered with a smirk. To your delight, he began to lower down your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake: on your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, to your navel, and finally settling between your thighs.

He passionately kissed your sensitive, plush skin before lifting your legs up to drape over his broad shoulders, bringing himself face-to-face with what he truly desired. You gasped, your lower back arching and rising off the soft cushions of the truck's seat, thankful for the enormity of your father's best friend's vehicle, as it provided plenty of space for all the activities you wished to partake in.

Your breathing came out shaky from anticipation, the warm air from your lover's lips onto your moist core doing nothing to calm your excitement. “Are you going to make love to it or simply stare?” You asked, almost breathless despite not even reaching the peak of your intimacy yet.

Miguel laughed at your fervency, his massive body rumbling. He glanced down, his eyes meeting yours. “I'm just admiring what is mine, amor—what has been away from me for so long,” he huskily uttered, running his thumb delicately along your folds and pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh, the sensation spreading through your body like wildfire.

“I... appreciate the admiration, but I don't think I can wait any longer,” you honestly told him with a small panting giggle. Reaching up to run your fingers through his brown curls, a deep hum of satisfaction escaped his throat at your touch.

"So eager for me, princesa. Always so eager," he groaned, pressing a kiss to your throbbing bud before flicking out his tongue to taste your arousal. The sensation eliciting a loud gasp from deep within your chest.

"Mierda, sabes tan bien… Tal y como lo recordaba," he rambled gruffly in Spanish, burying his face into your heat and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you closer. His desire to not part from between your thighs was evident in the growing tightness of his bulging biceps around you—his muscles gripping you in a vice like a starving man with his rations.

Your eyes rolled, the sensations so foreign yet familiar as his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: circling your bud, thrusting into your entrance, and sucking at your soft folds. “O-Oh gosh!” you exclaimed, realizing just how much your body had been craving and missing his skillful intimacy, his age undoubtedly playing a role in his experience.

An unshakable burning sensation in the pit of your stomach began to brew, the position Miguel held you in leaving you only able to succumb to the pleasure he was bestowing upon you. Your hands tangled in his hair, not having anything else to grasp onto, while your back arched into his mouth, seeking more of his lips and tongue.

“Muy bien, babygirl. Hmm…let me taste you.” He groaned, his breath ragged with desire. His thumbs widened your pussy lips, your soft hood lifting to expose your bundle of nerves as he focused his ministrations on the pink pearl. Like his life was at stake, his tongue suckled and swirled on your throbbing bud in a frenzy until you were a trembling mess underneath him.

“M-Miggy!” You cried out, convulsing and shaking in his arms. “I-I’m cumming!” You screamed out, feeling him smirk against your core. “That's my girl. Come for me, princesa,” he urged, his efforts intensifying as your sensitivity increased. With a cry of ecstasy, you released the coil of knots in your belly, feeling your thighs become drenched in your juices, eagerly slurped up by your lover.

Miguel adored when you were like this, a twitching, moaning puddle underneath him, knowing he was the sole cause of it. It always left him with a sense of pride.

With his tongue, he traced a final circle around your folds and kissed your clit before lowering your legs back down upon the seats. He hummed in satisfaction at your flushed cheeks and heaving chest, finding the sight utterly beautiful.

“How’s my girl? Not too much, I hope?” he asked with a breathless chuckle, climbing up to brush a strand of your disheveled hair behind your ear and press a kiss to your temple. You sighed in contentment, his tenderness sending a wave of warmth through your being.

You shook your head at his inquiry, eyes slowly flicking up to meet his gaze above you. “No, I’m okay,” you replied, bringing a smile upon the normally scowling male’s face. “Muy bien. I’m not done with you just yet, baby girl,” he snickered, pressing his forehead against yours, his musk and cologne filling your senses. “I promised to make you feel better. I plan to stand by that,” he affirmed, gently pecking your lips. Your heart swelled, and your core throbbed back to life at his words. You returned his kiss eagerly, wrapping your arms around his muscular neck as his gold chain dangled from his throat.

When Miguel parted and gazed down at you, he saw nothing but devotion and love for him in your eyes—a sight that he’d never thought he’d see before. He nuzzled his face into your neck, relishing in your divine scent that he’d missed so much. Miguel’s hands caressed your bare waist, feeling the soft skin underneath his calloused, ringed fingers. His cock was painfully hard, the only thing soothing his need was the subtle grinding of his member against your thighs, and even still it wasn’t helping.

You bit your lip, feeling just how solid and needy he was, the knowledge only making you wetter. “M-Miggy…I need you,” you whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel him after so long. Miguel grinned, finding your pleas to be music to his ears. He pressed a final kiss to your neck before parting, his hands grasping around your thighs to widen your legs for him.

A soft moan passed your lips at the contact of his tip brushing teasingly along your drenched folds, the erotic wet sounds echoing throughout the vehicle. “Are you ready for me, bebé?” Miguel practically groaned, his hand gripping your thigh, caressing gentle circles into your skin with his thumb. Biting your lip, you frantically nodded, unable to speak with how quickly your heart was beating and how filled with anticipation you were to be claimed by him again after your time apart.

Miguel growled at your response, guiding his length into your entrance as your joined moans filled the truck. You whined, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate his girthy length. “S-So big, Miggy,” you whimpered, burying your face into your arms.

The Latino grunted, glancing up to see your concealed face. He took your arms in his hands, drawing, placing them to your sides to expose your facial features to his amber eyes. “I want to see you, amor,” he whispered. “I want to see my sweet girl’s face.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss your lips while waiting for you to adjust.

Soft groans escaped him between kisses at each pulse of your walls around his length. Each peck of your lips was meant to be a cure for his burning desire to fuck your sweet pussy in total abandon after four years of being deprived of it; so he stuck to devouring your mouth whilst waiting for the magic words of your adjustment.

“I-I’m ready,” you told him between his intoxicating kisses, and Miguel promptly began to move. His thrusts started off slow and precise, each of his languid movements pulling a moan from deep within your chest. “S-So good…Miggy,” you were only able to muster, feeling every vein of his massive cock with his steady pace.

Miguel’s amber eyes were always trained on your face, constantly finding adoration for the pleasurable expressions that graced your beautiful features when the two of you were intimate. He leaned down over you, deepening his plunges as he gradually increased his speed until he snapped his hips into you in a frenzy.. “Yes, mierda, you feel so damn good…Fuck. Squeezing me just right,” he hoarsely said, his dark brown curls dampening against his forehead, and his grip on your hips tightening with each thrust.

Your eyes fluttered, hips moving to meet each of his movements. “M-Miggy…right there,” you begged, feeling your lover angle his hips to hit your desired spot repeatedly, causing your climax to hit you instantly. Your loud cry of pleasure erupted throughout the darken truck causing Miguel to smirk, pleased with bringing you to your orgasm so quickly; but not finished just yet. “Yes, princesa. There we go,” he muttered with pants. “But we’re not through yet, bebè. One more,” Miguel said. “Give me one more, babygirl.” He groaned, your stomach coiling again at his desire for you to release a second time as his thrusts resumed. .

The older Latino’s muscles flexed, his pecs and abs glistening with sweat and bulging with each brutal buck, his balls smacking into your ass. You could feel his pent-up frustration for your departure from him for the previous four years, every roll of his hips expressing his longing. “Fuck…I missed this pussy of yours, princesa,” he grunted. “Always so wet and tight for me,” he groaned between loud smacks of wet flesh.

Your chest heaved, legs trembling around his body as his shaft seemed to touch places inside of you that you didn't even know existed. Every plunge of his cock took your breath away, leaving only inaudible moans and slurred, unintelligible words to spill from your lips. Miguel cursed breathlessly, his eyes never leaving your face. He placed a hand above your head on the car seat, his thrusts deepening and making your eyes roll.

Miguel could feel himself slipping; he was close—he was certain of that, but he wasn’t going to let himself go until you did for the second time. Leaning down, his mouth found your enticing peaked tits, his tongue swirling around your erect nipples. Your eyes screwed shut, back arching off of the cushions of the seat at the added pleasure coursing through your being. Miguel growled softly, sucking your breast into his mouth whilst his other hand dipped down between your legs, his thumb circling your throbbing clit.

With his ministrations, skilled tongue, and brutal pace, your body began to squirm underneath him, all of the sensations becoming too much to bear. A fire seemed to dance along your skin before your vision blurred, and soon another satisfying release washed over you. Miguel's lips pulled away from your breasts, the clenching of your walls bringing him to his climax. “Y/N- Ay cono, I’m cumming,” he said, plunging inside for the final time before a guttural groan erupted from his large chest. He hastily pulled out, his seed shooting from his tip to coat your bare stomach. You softly moaned, feeling his warm essence upon your abdomen, and soon his massive body atop yours once more.

A quiet silence fell upon the truck except for the panting of your joined breaths. You smiled softly down at him, finding his head upon your chest to be precious. “I take it that someone missed me,” you whispered playfully into the quietness once you caught your breath, repeating the same words he said upon the two of you seeing each other after four long years. He chuckled, rubbing your sides tenderly. “Must I admit it?” he asked, making you laugh. “Yes, it’ll make me very happy.”

“Fine,” Miguel stated, looking up to meet your eyes as amusement was gone from his features to become slightly serious. “When you were gone, I was a mess. I didn’t sleep, I drank a lot, and my work filled my days,” he confessed with a sigh, your heart sinking at his words. “Miggy…” you frowned, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him. Miguel melted at your caresses, eyes fluttering closed for a moment to relish in your touch. “I tried to forget you, but forgetting you only made the memories we shared even more prominent, making me want you further, crave you even, despite us being separated,” Miguel told you, while you listened. “So yes… I missed you so much, Y/N,” he smiled, leaning down to peck your lips. “And don’t leave me again, you understand?” he asked playfully, but you couldn’t help but feel that he meant it.

You cupped his face in your hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I promise. I won’t be leaving ever again, but if I do… I’ll take you with me,” you giggled, bringing a small smile upon his lips. However, the topic made your father arise in your thoughts, as any reason for leaving would be because of him.

Miguel noticed the saddened look that suddenly graced your features, causing his thick eyebrows to furrow. “What’s wrong, mi amor?” he asked, sitting up on the cushion of his truck’s seat, his hand gently rubbing your legs.

You sighed, biting your lip nervously. “My father… I can’t go back,” you admitted to not only Miguel but to yourself. The mere idea of returning to him, his suffocating rules, and lifestyle felt like a death sentence. The older Latino male gave you an emotionless look, his fingers tracing patterns along your calf, his mind seeming to be spinning.

“Then don’t…”

Miguel's sudden proposal surprising you. "W-what?" you asked in disbelief, your shock making him chuckle. "Then don’t go back… live with me," he suggested. Skeptical, you eyed him, trying to determine if he was joking, but Miguel was always serious, so you knew he was being truthful.

"But… I can’t just… stay with you, Miggy. It’ll draw suspicion—"

"Shh…" Miguel interrupted with a smirk, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his hand. "I won’t allow my girl to go back to a place where she isn’t comfortable," he explained. "So live with me,’ he stated once more. “I’ll provide for all your wants and needs, allow you to behave and speak however you like without any restrictions holding you down." Miguel's sincere voice was one you trusted more than anyone else's on this planet.

"And… what if this angers my father?" you asked warily as Miguel chuckled. "You wouldn’t have to worry about that. You won’t have to see your father unless you wish to," he assured with a smirk. "And don’t concern yourself with me; the bastard cannot hurt me even if he tried," he added, reassuring you further. Your heart soared at his words.

For the first time in your life, you were given a solution—an escape from your father and the enslaved life he’d placed you into. You pulled Miguel into a deep embrace, surprising him with the sudden affection, but he returned it nonetheless, wrapping his burly arms around you and pulling you close.

Miguel caressed your bare lower back, relishing in your closeness as your next words made his entire body become rigid.

“I love you, Miggy.”

The endearing words escaped your lips, something he thought was as ethereal as your shared love for each other. Before he could ponder it, he found himself uttering the same words back—and wholeheartedly meaning it.

“I love you too, Querida.”

In that moment, you couldn’t fathom how happy you were about your freedom, but you were even more delighted that you could finally be happy with the man you loved.

Certainly, there would be challenges and obstacles in the future, but you’ve never felt stronger and more confident to tackle them with Miguel O’Hara, your secret lover and father’s best friend, by your side.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading!! I just want to say again that I'm very thankful for the patience that you, lovely people have given me for the past few weeks, months probably. 😅 So I'm very grateful. 😊

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