#miguel smothers you with kisses

[vampyboys]

Movie Night 🎬

Boyfriend Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

MASTERLIST🌿

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Porn wo/ Plot, Biting, Slight Begging??, Cowgirl Position, Dirty Talk, 2nd Person POV

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Miguel comes over to your apartment every week just to be with you. For today, you wanted to watch a romance movie with him. Halfway through the movie things start to get steamy, giving Miguel an idea.

Every Wednesday is the day when Miguel comes over to stay at your apartment. The only day of the week when you both aren’t busy, becoming a routine since the start of your relationship. You’d spend countless hours watching movies, TV series and chatting.

Tonight you were in the mood for a movie, scrolling through the available options in your current streaming service. Surveying each genre and reading through the summaries waiting for your boyfriend. In the corner of your room, there were tiny knocks against the window.

Stumbling and, scrambling across the kitchen. You’d unlock the window to be enveloped in a lung-crushing embrace, knocking out all of the oxygen in your body.

“Ack! Too tight!” You barked, thrashing your palms against his back— demanding to loosen his iron grip.

“No pude evitarlo, lo siento.” (I couldn’t help it, I’m sorry.) He’d scuffle your hair entering under the window.

A massive man about the size of your apartment ceiling, covered in navy-blue latex with crimson patterns resembling a spider. The suit would perfectly outline his ripped structure, wide back, and small waist.

He tapped the temples with his index finger, making the mask disperse revealing his face. The man had tan skin, dark brown hair falling into place with curls at the ends, and maroon eyes.

“I’m home.” He leans down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead— brushing away the stray hairs covering your face.

“Miguel, for the last time.. I’d prefer it if you went through the front door. I even gave you an extra key!”

“Going through the window is easier.” Big hands sliding down your waist, trapping you between his arms

You’d roll your eyes, pushing him away to flop over to the couch.

“Oh! Come on cariño!” Following after you.

His attire dissipates with a press of a button revealing a casual attire; wearing gray sweatpants and a white shirt.

Miguel hooks an arm on your shoulder bringing you closer to him, stippling kisses all over your face as a way to apologize for his behavior. But you know deep down he’s gonna do it again.

“Okay, that’s enough.” You giggled, palming him away.

Miguel would laugh in return, connecting his head with yours— his eyes land on the TV.

“Oh? Are we watching a movie today?”

You nodded, reaching over to the remote to start the movie. It was a romance movie about a country girl moving into the city to start her acting career. A very cheesy trope you secretly liked. Something about a person experiencing a whole different world while navigating its issues with what the protagonist knows interests you.

The plot progresses showcasing conflicts in her acting career with the classic mean girl who’d try to sabotage the main character’s career.

Besides all those troubles, she finds a man who continues to stay by her side, eventually falling in love. Fireworks explode in the background as they press their lips as if it’s the universe's way of celebrating their first kiss. It was all so magical!

“Aww, how cute.” You’d comment,

Suddenly, this wholesome movie took a turn. The protagonist invites her soon-to-be boyfriend into her room pushing him into the bed, pulling her along with him. Oh boy, you knew exactly where this was going.

Soft moans escaped the screen, making your face burn— a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any minute. Peeping over to your boyfriend’s side, his expression was completely blank! No lip twitches, grins, nothing!

Something caresses your skin, making its way down your arm to your thigh.

Miguel feels the warmth radiating in his palm, your eyes sparkled and lips parted. Moving his thumb in circular motions makes your stomach flutter. He flicks the band of your panties, making you shiver. Then presses a quick kiss between your brows angling you to face him.

He separates your lips with his tongue— lapping it with yours. Purring whenever he’d squeeze out a pleasured moan from your beautiful voice.

His kisses were growing desperate and needy. He looks at you with lidded eyes, addicted to the pure sight of his lover. He wanted you to beg for him, beg him to use him, scream his name, pleading him to pleasuring you in any way you wanted.

All Miguel had to do was give you a little encouragement. Pulling away, a string of saliva severing between your lips. Wiping away the remaining drool from his mouth.

It felt like every energy out of your body was drained but, Miguel wasn’t finished yet. He peppered soft kisses on your face adjusting your attention right back to him,

“I can give you what you want my love. All you have to do is say it.”

The kisses traveled down to your jawline to your ears. Miguel whispered your name in a tone that sounded like a lullaby tempting you to your doom.

His hand grazed over your pubes down to your clit sending jolts of pleasure traveling toward your core, enough to break down every patience you’ve had. 

“Miguel.. Please.” Your breathing grew heavy, you clutch onto his shirt pleading.

“What is it, my love?” He tilts his head as if he doesn’t know what you’re demanding, continuing to toy with your clit.

“Oh f-fuck.. Miguel, you—!”

“You can do it.”

Shooting him a hot stare that could practically burn a hole through his head, but Miguel wasn’t budging.

You swallow your pride, hanging your head in defeat.

“I-I need you.. please.”

“Good girl."

He chuckles, finally permitting him to eat you out like a full-course meal laid out on the dining table in front of him to eat. 

Repositioning himself, tossing the blanket aside along with the rest of your clothes and underwear. Leaving Miguel the only one dressed.

“Shirt off, now.” You tugged on the hem of his top demanding to take it off. 

He obliges yanking it away from his torso and discarding it to the side. You hummed in approval, and he smiled in return placing another loving smooch on your nose.

Migrating to your lips, stamping one to your chin, neck then collarbone. He wanders around your neck leaving occasional small love bites. Gliding his tongue over to your breast sucking on it. He’d pinch your nipples with his teeth, tease it with his tongue. The taste of your skin was addictive, resembling the taste of a salted caramel he’d eat from time to time.

Kisses trailed down your torso— getting on his knees— and slinging your legs over his shoulders. The sight was marvelous. The way the light from the TV would reflect to your skin, highlighting the curves of your breasts and tips of your nipples.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, mi amor.” He purred.

You were dripping wet, anticipating his next move staring him down eyes hazed with lust. His mouth latches onto your clit softly running his tongue around in circular motions combined with some sucking.

The sensation sends wave after wave of pleasure radiating through your body, making you squirm. Your fingers would comb through his brown hair giving him a pleased sigh that’d vibrate along your pussy, a silent gesture asking for more.

“Miguel.. oh my god, fuck—“ 

His pace grows faster, thrusting his tongue into your g-spot.

You’d curse, moan, grind on his mouth until your vision started to blur and you were seeing stars. He’d move at a fast rhythmic pace eating you out like a man who hasn’t eaten in years, licking out every sweet nectar he can making sure it doesn’t go to waste.

Just as you were near climaxing he pulled out with a soft pop making you whine at the loss of contact.

“Ten paciencia, mi amor.” (Be patient, my love.) Miguel chuckled, pressing a quick sloppy kiss on your inner thigh.

As he stands up, you slide your hand down to his abs and then to his visible cock seeping through his sweatpants. 

“Miguel~” you call out to him in a sweet tone he’s unable to resist inhaling between his teeth. Just your voice alone was able to make his cock twitch underneath your palm. 

“No tengas tanta prisa.” (Don’t be in such a hurry.) He says pushing your hand away.

“At least let me—“ Suddenly, he scoops you up pressing his groin against your wet cunt.

“Another time, today I want to focus on you.”

Your brows furrowed, “But-“ He engulfs you in another passionate kiss, tongues dancing in unison; leaving you breathless.

Miguel pulls back with a satisfied smirk, quickly averting your eyes in annoyance. Then you feel something hot that slaps against your skin.

His cock was girthy, large, and uncut. The veins pulsate against your abdomen, dripping with precum; served especially for you. He begins to move at a slow pace sliding down in between your folds and coating it with your juices. Now and then the tip would rub over your clitoris making you grunt in pleasure.

Moving his head to your ear, his hot breath would send shivers down your spine whispering to you,

“Estás listo para mí?” (Are you ready for me?)

Nodding, he starts to readjust himself positioning the head to poke at your entrance then gently burrowing his cock in you.

Miguel always took his time with this part, hurting you was the last thing he wanted.

He’d perch his head over your shoulder cooing praises at your ear stroking your hair, smooching your temples.

“Lo estás haciendo muy bien, solo un poco más~” (You’re doing very well, just a little more.)

You’d cry out feeling your walls slowly stretch around his length, latching onto him like your life depended on it— leaving small scratches against his back which Miguel approved greatly.

“Look at how perfect you fit me.” He cups your face tilting you to your stomach.

The head was protruding from your abdomen, he enjoyed the sight of it feeling him swell up inside you. He gives you a moment to adjust to it before moving, pumping at a medium pace.

Your cries would echo the walls and the sound of skin slapping against each other.

“Tu voz es muy atractiva, mi amor~” (Your voice is very attractive, my love.) He whispers, trailing his tongue down your neck and then leaving a hickey.

He’d cup your ass, slapping it with one hand leaving behind a sizzling mark. Miguel was fucking you so good, your eyes would roll to the back of your head and tears would well up in your eyes.

Still, that stunt he pulled earlier would often reoccur in your mind. Just when you were about to meet your sweet release, he wrenched it away from you.

A lightbulb pops up in your head. Your finger slithers into his hair. Twirling a stranded brown curl around the nape of his neck. Laying a quick kiss on it, before throwing all your body weight at him causing Miguel to lose balance.

The two of you would crash to the ground with a loud thud! Before Miguel would protest you’d immediately silence him with your pointer finger. He looks at you wide-eyed, but it shined with intrigue.

You slot his cock in between your pussy, crying out feeling it fill up your inner walls again. Holding his chin to you while grinding ruthlessly like you were in heat.

He smiles watching you ride him up and down engraving the vision of you in his head. Your hair is disorganized, his love bites pepper across your body, and the sweat glistens on your skin.

He latches his hands on your hips pulling you in to penetrate you deeper making you collapse after a couple of thrusts.

“Fuck.. you.”

“Haha, te encanta…” (Haha, you love it.)

He relentlessly continues to pound against your pussy, increasing his pace over time. Miguel was reaching his end whimpering out random curses in Spanish.

“M-Mierda.. (Fuck) I’m—I’m close.. oh, god.”

Saliva was welling up in your mouth making it hard to speak,

“M’too—“

His cock was pulsating under you, just as he was about to cum. He bares his fangs biting onto you, the venom flows into your body heightening your senses.

Your heart was palpitating, and the pupils in your eyes would dilate. Each thrust would send shockwaves of delicious pleasure sending you to a trance.

You cry out as Miguel’s warm juices would gush out of your core.  The venom in your system started to take effect shutting down the nerves in your body, making you unable to move.

You lay between Miguel’s chest passed out from the toxins and him fucking your brains out.

“Shit, I’ll go get the antidote.”

He panics, laying you on the couch before rushing to the bathroom.

__________

“Does it hurt?”

Miguel gently prods at the bite marks with a cotton pad. But, surprisingly nothing. With the remaining venom, it diluted the pain. Nothing you can’t handle.

“Nope, not really.” His eyebrows turned, giving you the ‘I don’t believe you’ face.

“Miguel.. I’m fine, I swear! Quit fussing.” You sigh, running your hands along his back.

“You are precious to me, I hate to see you hurt.” He redirects your hand to his face, cupping his cheek— intertwining his fingers with yours, massaging away the last remaining numbness in your hands.

“You really need to control when you bite.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it with you.” He coos, pressing a quick kiss on your thumb.

Miguel lets it stay there for a couple of seconds, admiring you with an adoring gaze.

It's as if the warmth of your body is the only thing that keeps him alive. The corner of your lips widen, leaning over; throwing a quick peck on his forehead. 

“Now scootch over,”

He makes a hand gesture telling you to move. You laugh moving to give him some room in the bed. The moment he settles down, you wrap your hands around him suffocating him in a big hug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, mi tesoro.”

[wyvernest]

mating szn

PART 2‼️ (part 1)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: horny miguel, smut, fluff, dryhumping, unprotected p-i-v, breeding kink, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating, descriptions of oral sex (f!receiving), rough sex

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

Stumbling and yelping in sync with his heavy footsteps catching up fast, you reach the first floor.

Before you get to offer yourself a fraction of a second to decide your next move, the hallway carpet curls up under your feet, slipping behind as your arms instinctively shoot forward for you to catch yourself.

Bringing one knee to your chest, you're prepared to launch yourself forward like an olympic runner. 

Too bad.

Miguel's broad hands grip your waist from behind, once again sending jolts of adrenaline throughout your entire system.

You scream in delight through playful giggles, calling out his name breathlessly and maliciously arching into his hold. 

You're getting wetter by the second seeing just how horny he is.

He pushes you down, forcing you on both knees. The deep pants from the chase quickly turn into something else as you feel his weight on your back, feel him get on one knee behind you. 

His grip on your waist tightens. He brings his crotch up to your ass, grinding his erection up and down your clothed slit.

His hips roll slowly, rubbing the thick shaft of his hard-on lazily and mindlessly, the motions shallow and enticing.

"Ah, come on, baby", He leans forward, nuzzling his face into your soft hair, basking in the slightly-sweet, flowery scent of your shampoo. With a messy kiss to your neck, he speaks, raspy with need,

"Can't help it." More wet, sloppy kisses to your neck, more thrusts of his rock hard cock against your drenched folds through the thin material of your panties and his boxers. "I need, I need - ugh" the words fail to form as his hot breath hits the back of your neck, followed by more kisses and bites.

He brings a hand to the meat of your right thigh, grabbing harshly. He then lets it slip up over the mound of your pussy, cupping you and pushing two fingers over your folds, still stopped by your panties. You shiver at the feeling of his huge, warm palm touching your core so pervertedly, so desperately. 

He can feel the wet patch on the cotton fabric, proof of reciprocated desire.

His senses once again catch the unmistakable, ever so dearly intoxicating aroma of you, so ready for him. His eyes roll back with a silent inhale, his bare chest rising and falling on your back. 

He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your plush thighs and lap at your essence, pussy-drunk and keen on overstimulating you; licking and sucking at your clit, circling around your damp folds with his tongue until you're pushing him away, begging for a break, swollen and exhausted.

He can almost imagine you, tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing and pulling, either smothering him into your velvety cunt, needy and on the edge, or trying to escape his grip. He'd only hold you down, burly arms curling around your legs, just so he could make you come again, to feel you pulsate, feel your juices coat his mouth.

But with the way his cock twitches, begging for friction and stimulation, he can't think straight. 

He feels an overwhelming urge to shove himself inside you and fill you with his cum, to see his cock rearranging your guts through your belly, to empty his balls in your womb and watch his seed dribble out of you, and push it back in with his still hard cock, hold it there so that it takes.

His warm, eager hands travel down to your panties, and in their loose hold as he attempts to drag them down your thighs, you once again snake away, giggling with a sardonic grin that doesn't do well in covering up the desire evident on your features.

"¡Mierda!" He grunts, and you enter the bedroom, reaching the balcony door and turning around. You catch the sight of Miguel clawing at the door frame to take the turn and come in faster. 

Before you can react and take your eyes off the enormous bulge in his shorts, the defined shape of his dick protruding erotically against the material, he pounces, caging you against the wall, distancing your legs far apart with one knee.

His palms slip to your sides, not missing the savory opportunity to settle on the sides of your tits. He fondles their softness with the heels of his hands, pushing them together, pressing his whole body into yours.

You let out a barely audible moan as he corners you, almost squeezing you between his muscular frame and the wall behind you, and he almost loses all that's left of his sanity.

He kisses your temple, full of yearning. Although, he's instantly reminded that his scent has worn off of your feverish skin.  

"Por favor,-" a deep groan vibrates in his chest against you, making you quiver.

"He estado cachondo todo el día," (I've been horny all day). He holds you tight against him, your tender breasts pressed flush against his pecs.

"No podía pensar en nada más que en ti" (I couldn't think of anything but you.) 

You finally give in and offer a smidge of relief, sliding your hand down to grab his clothed hard cock. The second he feels you palm him tentatively, he reflexively starts rubbing himself on your hand like an animal in heat, groaning ruggedly.

"That's it." He rasps, fed up, and it's almost a threat.

He slowly walks over to the bed with you secure in his arms, but when his knees hit the frame, he doesn't drop you like he normally would. No. He's not giving you another chance to flee. A part of him loves the cat-and-mouse game he knows you enjoy so much, but the other part can already feel his fat, full balls turning blue.

Placing you down, hands still gripping your waist viciously, he gets on the bed, the mattress sinking down under his weight.

You feel your clit throb as he traps you with his thighs, taking your shirt off. His touch leaves goosebumps over your silky skin.

Under your hazy gaze fixed on his movements, he hovers above you, skipping the usual looks of adoration. Not that the sentiments were gone by any means, but he was far too needy to wait any longer.

The kiss he suffocates you with is fiery, full of all the pent up tension he had to endure.

As his mouth moves against yours eagerly and messily, you notice how it lacks his characteristic expert, methodical approach.

His lips were just as soft as ever, but devoured your every moan and breath with a fervor unfamiliar. His tongue slips past the liplock, dominating you in no time, and right when you start to adjust to the new strategy, catching up with his movements, he parts from you, breaking the kiss and sucking your soul out of you with it.

He continues his attack down your throat, biting and licking hurriedly, marking you as his. 

Groaning freely, he reaches your breasts, taking them in his mouth, one after the other. His hands squeeze, roam and play with them, making you bite down on your lower lip and whine beneath him.

He suckles on the perked nipples, releasing them to catch his breath with another gravel moan. When he's done, your chest is coated in his spit; fresh, hickies already blooming over your tender tits.

The weight of his cock settles on your thigh, pressed snugly and oozing precum through a dark spot on his boxers. 

Your own hands attach to his silky dark hair, caressing and brushing wild strands away from his forehead, clinging and pulling occasionally when he latches onto your breasts again after taking a few deep breaths.

Sliding lower, impatiently licking and biting over the line of your stomach, he finally gets to your panties. 

He kisses the soft lips of your pussy through the fabric, the scent of your arousal driving him mad. He groans again, words slurred through the desperate, obscene licks, "Eres.." He extends his tongue, lapping up at the dampness, "..tan bonita." (You're so pretty)

Your heels are digging into his shoulder blades as you squirm and moan under his sultry touch. Through half lidded eyes, you see him bare his pearl white fangs, as if prepared to sink them into your sensitive skin.

You gasp, a little above a moan.

"Miguel! Don't - ah" You whimper as he grits his teeth around the elastic of your panties, tearing them in two with the help of one hand.

He grabs your thighs, kneeling between your legs.

Shoving his hand in his shorts, he takes his dick out, its mushroom head glistening mauve. He begins to stroke it more violently than you thought he would've taken pleasure in.

Mouth agape, pupils blown wide, he looks downright primal. Solely focused on claiming you, on stuffing you full of his potent seed, of draining his fat balls in your warm cunt until you're begging him to stop through ablaze overstimulation.

Cock in hand, incontestably massive encompassed by his proportionally large fingers, he slaps the hard, angered, heavy shaft on your tender folds, groaning at the wet sound of flesh against flesh. He rubs it over your lips, drenching it in your juices.

You notice his thighs flex, already insanely sensitive. When he eases the head in, he moans, rough and low in his throat, brows creased in pained pleasure. You whimper his name, legs quivering faintly on each side of his waist.

Using his weight to press your body down into the mattress, forcing you onto him, he slides his arms underneath your knees, throwing them over his shoulders and bending you in half.

A shiver bursts through you at the sensation. You clench around him, forcing a strangled groan out of his throat.

He braces himself down on his forearms, face nestled in the crook of your neck. Pushing in, the bulbous tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he bottoms out and gets straight to a tireless pace, not giving you the ritualistic second to adjust. 

The bed creaks and squeaks with the way he's throwing himself into your cunt, pounding you into the soft cushions relentlessly. 

His hips gyrate roughly against yours, his tense abdomen waving into you, dipping his meaty cock in your juices with an obscene, wet squelching, finishing each delicious swing with a quicker entry, more forceful and animalistic. His pubes brush harshly against your engorged, swollen clit, sending jolts of electricity through your core.

Skipping the tension, the build-up of speed, he drives straight to the euphoric rhythm of a release chase. His balls slap onto your ass, his pelvic bone nearly delivering bruising slams against your own.

“Ugh, oh Miguel-,” you gasp for more air, struggling to form a coherent sentence through delirium, your breaths and moans rhythmically timed by his rough thrusts. 

You curl your arms around his neck, nails digging into his back and shoulders. He looks down at you, watching your breasts bounce in his face, and starts rutting harder into you, every ridge and vein of his fat cock brushing against your sensitive spots perfectly.

Each time you call for him, it's a melody, a rapturous chant that has him on his knees, his mind in cobwebs, his heart aching; and for the time being, his cock throbbing as well.

"I'm - ah! Cumming!Ugh, M- Mig- uel- !" You moan sharply, your orgasm rapidly threatening to burst like fireworks.

He frowns, panting, shallow breaths hot over your face. You convulse under his massive body, arching your back, squeezing your tits flush against his feverish skin. 

He feels your pussy flutter around his cock, milking him and sucking him in. He groans loudly in your ear, pace faltering ever so slightly. The headboard of the bed keeps slamming against the room wall, spurring your orgasm on with the reminder of the force of the man above you.

With one final thrust, his whole body tenses. He pushes forward, burying his cock in your soft, warm cunt, dumping his load in much slower and shallow rolls of his hips. You feel his dick pulsate inside you with each new spurt of cum, the remnants of your own climax making you clench around him reflexively.

He stills, relief washing over him. Meeting your gaze, he watches how you come back to your senses, the blinding lust replaced by love and admiration.

He grabs your waist and pulls you down with him, laying you on his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

You close your eyes, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Dinner long forgotten.

divider by @cafekitsune

a/n: did my best here. the tags deadass took longer than the writing

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[lacedinweb22]

Desperate to breed, desperate for your scent ༶ Miguel O'Hara headcanons nsfw 18+

⊹ He’ll sneak your used underwear out of your hamper, keeping them out on his desk in his home office, sniffing them to soothe his stress and nerves, but mostly when he’s craving you. He’ll imagine you, squirming and whining as he eats you out. He’ll imagine how you taste, remembering how your fresh heat smells, as his nose rubs against your throbbing bud, all while keeping his nose pressed against your lace panties. He gets off on it. He’ll try to control himself, but every now and then, he’ll release a shameful load into them, imagining his tight, lacy fist were you, though he knows too well it’ll never compare. After you search all over your apartment for them, he’ll return them in a week, now freshly washed and ready to be wet again. You roll your eyes when he returns them to you, as he defends himself, “couldn’t help it, mamas, you smell too good to wash away so soon,” he’ll shrug, kissing your neck, “I just needed to savor it.” 

⊹ Miguel is animalistically desperate for you when you’re ovulating. He fights to ignore his dirty thoughts, but his heightened senses make your hormones smell one million times stronger, the sweet musky smell driving him insane. He usually keeps his distance, trying not to overwhelm you with his intense desire, but mostly fails and ends up smothering you on these special days, which you don’t mind. He’s always obsessed with you, but those days, he’s like a desperate animal, craving your taste and your wet warmth. 

⊹ He wants to make sure it takes. After filling you up with his hot thick liquid, he’ll finger you, curling his fingers back up into you, pumping his seed back into you, hoping it’ll stick and make you plump with his child in a few months time. He doesn’t even realize/acknowledge how obsessive he can be about it; it’s natural to him. You moan, concealing your smile, as you let him satisfy his instinctive desires. 

⊹ He lends you t-shirts to wear and sweat in for one whole week, knowing your scent and musk will be absorbed into it. He makes it a job for you to complete, handing it to you, expecting his shirts back in one week, drenched in your scent. When he goes home, he puts one on immediately and wears it as pajamas all week until the smell wears off. 

⊹ He loves the smell of your sweat. Especially the sweaty essence you bring home after you work out or after a long summer day. He’ll embrace you right at the door, digging his nose into your neck, or burying his head into your chest and underarms. When you resist out of embarrassment or exhaustion, he begs and whines for you to let him smell you all over, asking to help you undress for your shower so he can smell you all the way up until you wiggle out of his grasp and begin to shower the long day off of you. As he undresses you, he buries his face into every corner of you. He’ll kneel down, undressing you, pressing his nose in between your inner thighs, inhaling and humming against your skin. You can’t help but blush and giggle at his simple, kind of embarrassing but harmless requests. He’s obsessed and addicted to you, and you love it. It reassures you that he craves your skin and entire existence as much as you crave him. 

[tarjapearce]

I’m going to be annoying again, Miguel finally shaving his face after a few days of feeling his prickly stubble while kissing him 😭 now being obsessed how smooth his face is.

Domestic Miguel is fr getting to me more

Imma spank you with a chancla If you call yourself annoying once more 🤨

art by @phreakiez on x/Twitter

As much as you loved to latch your lips against his, the raspy and prickly feeling of his growing stubble was something you certainly didn't enjoy.

Specially when he was between your legs, feasting on you.

"Ow, ow!!!"

He pushed away and quirked an eyebrow at you with a confused face

"That... That stubble's gotta go."

He rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to rub his sandpaper textured cheeks against yours. Earning a squeal from you

"Miguel!!"

Your hands tried to bat him away as he nuzzled your neck and it made you shiver at the strange sensation.

"Ya pues!" (Stop)

He chuckled and pecked your lips softly

"I'll get it shaved."

"Thank you-"

"Can't eat my food if you're not comfortable"

Your lips pouted and your face reddened.

"You're just horny today. Go shave, Papa!"

"For you? Always." He rubbed his cheek on you again, but before you could swat him or squeeze his ass, he ran away towards the bathroom.

------

He pat dried his face and then applied a moisturizing lotion. A habit you had rubbed on him. Of course your skin would be smooth thanks to the cares you did for yourself and for him.

There were days where you'd pamper him, despite his initial protests of him not needing such things on his face. But certainly, having you smother his face in kisses and caress him, after a skin care routine worthed every minute under the different treatments.

Your head peeked from the doorframe and giggled at him scrutinizing his face.

"Ooh, Papa looks fresh."

"Quality inspection, please"

Smiling you sauntered over his freshly showered form as hands caressed his smooth cheeks. Instantly granting him to be pulled down for a deep kiss.

"That's so so much better. Yeah." You mumbled as you pecked his lips. His leg reached for the door and kicked it closed, then locked it.

"You're not going anywhere, Mami."

"Oh no, I am trapped!"

You laughed as he pulled you closer to kiss you, enjoying each other completely.

[sweetimpurity]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ day 19!! this ones dirty hehe whoopsie wc: 400 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You know by now that Miguel loves pumping you full of him. Coming deep inside and making sure it stays. Pushing it back in with his fingers. Shoving two digits inside your aching pussy after he’s stretched and worked you out for hours.

Slipping through your slick and his cum mixed together. And massaging your velvet walls in an almost tender way. Like he’s trying to soothe the sore within you. Since it is the result of his thickness bullying through your heat. Forcing you to accept him over and over.

Almost like an apology. Similar to the soft kisses he peppers over your skin, soothing the spots he bit and sucked crimson.

He’ll also push it all in with his dick. Keeping you plunged full. Cockwarming you sometimes and making sure he’s not far from your sex for long. It’s just a need of his. For you to always be touched by him, full of him, tainted by him.

But something else Miguel loves almost just as much is watching it drip out of you. It’s not what he prefers but sometimes it just hypnotizes him. Has him staring at your weeping pussy as you drip his essence on the sheets.

"Oh, so pretty, mami... made such a mess..." He chuckles behind you, smiling and panting like a hound after having you face down in the pillows for what felt like an eternity. Yet at the same time, not long enough. His hands on you still, making sure you don't move too much yet so he can watch the white dribble out. Such a sinful sight.

Leaning over you and kissing up your spine, his chin finding its place in the crook of your neck and laying a little bit of his weight on your back. Pressing you into the mattress. Something he knows you love. That feeling like you almost can't breathe. Smothered and dominated by just his weight alone. Until he smirks, kisses your cheek and lifts off of you, rolling onto his back at your side.

You're a trembling, whining mess from his touch. Knowing you’re just so full your cunt can’t take any more.

It’s such a dirty thing, almost like a treat. But he’s always quick to soothe. Quick in tending to the aches he’s caused you. A massage, a bath, kisses to your cheeks as he washes you clean and tells you he loves you most.

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Clingy (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

At the beginning of your relationship, Miguel was distant from you as you expected him to be. He didn't want to get close to you because he didn't want to feel the need to depend on you. He lost so much and he was afraid if he got close to you he'd lose you too. But as time went on he grew more attached to you. You were so kind and beautiful he just couldn't get enough of you.

But as he got more attached his fear of losing you grew and it got more clingy towards you, afraid if he let you go you'd somehow die on him. He didn't want to smother you of course and he kept his distance when he realized he was doing too much but you honestly didn't mind his clinginess. It always reminded you of how far you came with him and you felt loved.

Nights were the worst for Miguel though, he always clung to you when you both went to bed and if he woke up and you weren't in his arms he'd always check the bed and every time you were there. He'd reach his hand out to touch the fabric and your body was always there to meet with his hand. Then he'd pull you closer to him and he'd fall back asleep. He was afraid in the night someone would take you away from him, it was one of his worst fears.

Because of his anxieties, you tried not to get out of bed at night. If you needed to use the bathroom you'd try to be quiet to not wake him and freak him out. And you always succeeded. But tonight was different. You woke up and felt your throat was abnormally dry. You couldn't fall back asleep with your throat like this, it just wasn't possible. So you quietly got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

As you were in the kitchen Miguel woke up. He felt you weren't in his arms anymore and he reached out to touch you… But you weren't there. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and continued to search for you, but still nothing. Then his eyes shot open and he noticed the empty spot next to him and the panic set in. He sat up and called for you, "Y/N?!" He yelled. His anxieties were telling him the worst, he was afraid someone kidnapped you or even killed you.

He hopped out of bed and pushed through the bedroom door, "Y/N?!?" He yelled again. You jumped as the impact of the door hitting the wall scared you. His body psychically untensed when he saw you in the kitchen with a glass of water in your hand. "Miguel? Honey, what's wrong?" You ask as you set the glass on the counter with a concerned look on your face. His body was visibly shaking and his breathing was hard. You walked over to Miguel and gently brushed your hand against his cheek. "I'm okay… I was just getting some water… I'm still here with you, don't worry." You say while resting your hand against his chest. You felt his heart beating fast and you frowned. "Go back to bed Miguel… I'll be there in a moment, okay?" You say with a reassuring smile. Miguel nodded and slowly walked back into the room.

You walked back to your glass and drank down the liquid. When you finished you placed the glass into the sink and walked back into the room. When you walked in Miguel was sitting up in bed and looking down at the bed in sadness. Your heart broke at the sight of him looking so defeated. You walked over to Miguel and ran your fingers through his hair.

He leaned into your touch and sighed. You crawled into his lap and straddled his hips. You pulled him into a hug and he wraps his arms tightly around your body. He rested his face into the crook of your neck and you rubbed your fingernails gently along his scalp and his back.

"I'm sorry…" Miguel mumbled. "You have nothing to be sorry for… It's okay to be afraid." You say while placing a kiss on his head. "Yeah but… I feel like I'm smothering you…" Miguel murmurs. "Miguel. Look at me." You say while pulling away and cupping his cheeks. He looked into your eyes and you noticed the tears in them, you frown even more. "You're not smothering me. I love being close to you and I understand why you're afraid. Nothing that you have done has ever bothered me." You say with a reassuring smile. Your words seemed to relax Miguel. He nodded and he blinked away the tears in his eyes. "Okay… Now, let's go back to sleep hm?" You say before placing a kiss on his nose.

As you were about to crawl to your side of the bed Miguel stopped you. One of the hands that were on your waist traveled up and cupped one of your cheeks. He then leaned in and kissed your lips and you returned the kiss with a smile. The kiss was gentle and full of love… Just full of love, nothing else. He pulled away and smiled at you. You smiled back before crawling to your side of the bed. You went under the covers and laid down, Miguel doing the same. He pulled you close to his body and held you tight and you returned the favor by wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. He sighed in relaxation and he felt comfortable and content with you.

"Te amo más que a nada mi amor…" Miguel whispered in your ear as you drifted off into sleep.

[beautysamour]

some miguel o’hara thoughts because he’s been on my mind (feat. fem!reader and switch!miguel)

imagine miguel coming to you after a stressful day and instead of taking you right then and there, he presses kisses all over your body and begs you to do as you wish to his body. he’s stressed and he doesn’t want to take care of anything right now, as selfish as that sounds. all he wants is for you to play with his dick until he passes out from whatever you do. :(

imagine visiting miguel at work with food and you intend for it to be a wholesome experience. but once you kiss him, miguel pushes and pushes but he of course asks for further consent to take it a step further. You agree thinking he wouldn’t do too much since he’s still at work, but before you know it you’re on your fourth orgasm and he says that’ll be enough, but he doesn’t stop thrusting even as you start babbling literal nonsense, “It’s good, good, good, good, yes, no more, more” all he does is force a finger into your mouth, “Shh, mi princesa, you sound stupid.”

imagine miguel o’hara, leader of the spider society, taking orders from you. His face is smothered between the two pillows of your shared bed, and his ass up making it easier for you to play with his prostate. “Baby, spread your legs more.” He does just that. “Don’t cum yet, ok? I know you haven’t in a long time, but you don’t deserve it yet, my love.” He wets the pillows with his tears, but it doesn’t matter, he does as you say. You roughly grab his hair and pull his head up, “I want to hear you, Miguel.” He may cry and whine and say “It hurts cariño” accompanied by a moan, but at the end of the day, he does as you say.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Really? Thank you so much, you are so very sweet. I was just going to request some pent-up, passionate, loving, wedding night sex with Miggy because they've wanted to get handsy for a long time but couldnt because of the fact that they were in public and now they're married and just want to celebrate privately.

Thank you so much, again, you're so kind for that

hii lovie!! :(( you’re so sweet, ofc, anytime !! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

MR AND MRS O’HARA

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count. 630

warnings. 18+ only!! unprotected pinv, size kink? bit of teasing, slow, lovey-dovey sex, think that’s all. mdni

You both spent the day cautious, declining touches from one another, far too worried that it may lead to something else - that it may lead to a quickie in the storage room during the reception. So, to deflect the situation, you and Miguel would keep kisses and lingering touches to an absolute minimum - wanting to wait until night when you'd finally be alone.

Luckily for you both, that moment eventually came around. 

Miguel was all over you from the very second he got you alone - lips latched on yours, working over them as if were deprived of your delicate touch -which he was- briskly walking you backwards into your grand wedding suite, undressing yourselves. He made haste movements as he undid the back of your dress, desperately wanting to feel as much of your skin in as little as possible.

He led you to the edge of the bed, his towering height peering down at you, staring in awe at the measly pair of lace white underwear you wore specially for tonight - for him. He slips his large hands past your throat and into the backs of your hair, holding behind your neck, forcing you to peek up at him.

Even though he was desperate for you, he remained gentle, touching and caressing your heated skin with love and kindness, utter compassion as he roamed your upper body. 

He mutters a soft praise against your lips as he guides you, laying you on the mattress behind.

You adjust, scooching up the bed, bringing Miguel with you so he hovers above, his massive build caging you to the sheets. He shifts his weight, balancing on one forearm to slip a hand between you, sliding his palm down your jittering stomach and all the way down between your thighs.

"Don't look down there. Look up at me, cariño," Miguel softly mumbles, searching for your gaze as he teased over the mound in your underwear - thumbing over your clit through the damp fabric. Whispering against your lips, "Such pretty eyes."

All teasing stopped when he slipped himself from your grasp, moving down the bed to sit on his knees between your legs. He palms over the large, bulging tent in his boxers before pulling his cock out over the waistband, rolling over the reddened, leaking tip. He keeps his gaze fixed on you, watching how you gulped and squirmed under his attention, eyes flickering between his fat dick and pretty face.

Itching forward, he slides his thick head through your folds, parting your glistening pussy, collecting your juices with his cock. 

"Been waitin' for you all day," he husks, his voice hoarse - struggling to even his breathing. "All day."

"I know— me too," you roughly exhale, screwing your eyes closed when you feel him trail his cock a little lower - down to where you wanted him.

You wanted to savour this moment - hang onto it, but you've been waiting far too long, and if you continued the teasing, neither of you would last long.

He places a firm grip at the base of his cock, guiding himself towards you, slowly pushing his head through your plushy folds and into your sweet cunt. He stills, letting you adjust around his thick tip, allowing your greedy pussy to swallow his cock at your own pace.

Miguel's chest is finally flush with yours once more, his broad torso caging you to the mattress - large palms cupping your face, lips smothering yours, swallowing your pretty moans. His desperate touch remains delicate, only caressing you with tender love and care as he slowly winds into you - giving you soft, gentle strokes, nice and slow. 

Treating his new, beautiful wife with all the love and warmth she deserves <3

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Don’t mind me, just thinkin abt self-conscious Dad Bod! Miguel :,,(

(NSFW)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Since y’all been together, he’s gained some weight which he isn’t too happy about. It’s not really him it bothers. He couldn’t care less if his stomach was pudgy or if his love handles were coming in, he was more worried about you losing your physical attraction towards him.

Miguel couldn’t be more wrong though. Especially since his ass got fatter, yum.

You could never stop yourself from smacking it every time you walked past him. He’d get embarrassed, then he’d try to get back you back, which he always did. Then it’d lead to a silly game of tag.

One day though, he was on the couch watching tv, wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts. You had just woken up and went to grab something to eat, but you stopped at the door of your shared bedroom, beholding the sight. He didn’t see you yet, but you quietly took a moment for yourself to just… admire him.

The way his bulging biceps and pecs were just sitting there, resting across the back of the couch. His man spread that gave you the perfect view of his massive thighs and what was in between, the shorts fitting just right, borderline too tight. And then the lack of abs that used to be there… but you weren’t complaining. In fact,

You loved that.

In his peripheral, Miguel notices you at the bedroom door. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Good morning, handsome.” You say, smiling at the love of your life, stuck at the doorway and admiring him.

“Ven aqui conmigo, beba.” He motions for his lap, and naturally, you follow his request.

While the two of you hold a longing gaze, you straddle him, your hands resting on his chest. You share a tender kiss, the smacks of your lips turning the both of you on. Miguel moans into your mouth as he feels your hips lazily grind against him, his manhood twitching at the sensation. Your hands begin to trail down his belly, tugging upward at the hem of his tank top, but then he stops you, “Mmmwait… let’s- let’s keep that on, okay?”

You raise your eyebrow, confused at this. “Why? What’s wrong?” You murmur, genuinely concerned.

“No, I’m fine, it’s just… look, I know I’ve put on some weight, so you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel like it-“

“Miguel O’Hara,” You look at him sternly, “I absolutely do not care if you gain weight. I love you no matter what. Besides,” your face softens into a more seductive expression, “Ever heard of relationship weight? It just means I’m takin’ good care of my mans… aren’t I taking good care of you, baby?” You coo at him, your hands snaking their way to the hem of his top again.

He slowly nods, his self doubt and insecurities melting away at your words. “Now let me take this off, please? I wanna see all of my man.” He lets you pull off the tank top, revealing the mouth- watering dad bod he’s acquired since dating you.

Your eyes drink him up, your hands following pursuit. Miguel’s huge, calloused hands tighten on your hips, squeezing the flesh there, trying to gauge your reaction.

“God, just looking at you does things to me.” You mewl against his ear, peppering kisses along his thick neck. Your hips start again, the bulge just underneath your heat growing larger.

“Mmfuck, you mean it, baby?” he moans, voice strained, his face in complete euphoria.

“Every word.” You mutter, smothering his face in kisses as your hips go deeper and harder against his hardened cock.

“And I don’t wanna hear anymore of this nonsense, you hear me?” You continue speaking in between kisses, showering him with them on his cheeks, forehead, jaw, temple, anywhere, “you’re the most cutest,” smack, “most handsome,” smack, “most sexy,” smack, “most fine lookin’ man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” You finally plant a desperate, much more needy kiss on his lips, your tongues dancing with each other.

“Mmm, yes ma’am.”

Long story short, you get him all riled up enough that he pushes you down into the couch and completely wrecks you while your wear a t shirt of his <3 Isn’t he just so dreamy??? <3333333

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[cyberjam]

ATSV HEADCANON: the spiders as yanderes . . . ☆

warnings - usual yandere themes, use of (bug) pet names like ladybug, no use of y/n or reader, stalking, manipulation, paranoia, a hint of kidnapping, a suggestion of stockholm syndrome, not proof read etc...

word count - 814

i was sleep-deprived while writing this request, so i apologize for any errors or mistakes, enjoy :)

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MILES - the delusional yandere.

Miles would be so deeply in-love with you that there wasn't much you could possibly do to get him away from you. You could kick and scream at the top of your lungs and he'd just laugh to himself thinking you wanted to play fight. He would go to the ends of the earth for you and he assumes you would do the same for him as well. You could tell him how much you hated his guts and he'd simply take it as you being a bit cranky and in need of a nap. There wasn't a single thing in this world that could make him think you hated him, and once you found out he was Spider-man, that tiny bit of assurance that you were safe was completely washed away and you no-longer felt secure in the city that was supposedly protected.

"you're shaking, bug..don't worry your friendly neighborhood spider-man is here."

GWEN - the overprotective yandere.

You were just a sweet quiet kid. You sat in the back of the class, constantly in your own world. You didn't disturb anyone, always got your work done, and simply just tried to make yourself invisible to the best of your abilities. But It didn't take long for gwen to take notice of you. (you did share multiple classes together..) gwen took pity on you for some time, you were so quiet and innocent...so weak. How could someone like you survive in this world without her? It didn't take long for gwen to take on an aggressively protective role over you. She just knew deep down in her heart that people were gonna walk all over you and she had to be the one to stop them before they reached you. You don't need to be involved with the filth of the world, you need to be with her. So, once she takes you please don't be mad, she only wants what's best for you.

"i finally got you in my arms, ladybug..shh, don't worry i'm not doing this to hurt you, i just wanna protect you."

PAVITR - the clingy yandere.

Pavitr becomes so emotionally attached to you that he truly believes a second without you by his side would shatter him completely. It was rough for him in the beginning, not being able to hold you, smother you in kisses, and talk your ear off about his endless amounts of love for you. But once you two became well acquainted enough to his liking, he won't hold back at all. Pavitr will always be able to slip in his obsession with you in any conversation you two have, always going a bit overboard when he mentions how the reason he's able to live and be the best version of himself is because of your very existence. He gets overwhelmed when you're not close by, it worries him when he doesn't know what you're doing 24/7. What if you're talking to someone else? Laughing at someone else's joke? Surely whoever you're talking to isn't as amazing as Pavitr and If you can't see that he'll just have to show you.

"being away from you causes too much pain, jalebi...we were meant to be one."

HOBIE - the manipulative yandere.

Hobie will make you feel like you can't live without him. That you need him for absolutely everything, wether it be running to the store, picking out an outfit for the day, or even eating food on your own. He will break you emotionally until you're fully dependent on him and feel absolutely useless. He wants you to ask him for everything, he wants to hear the sweet sound of your voice calling his name for help, He needs to hear you say that you need him. Because you do, don't you?

" I don' know why you continue to fight my affection, darling. I'm the only one who's gonna love you the way you need to be loved. Why don't you get that? "

MIGUEL - the possessive yandere.

Miguel wants to be wanted by you. He wants you to be so dependent on him that the only words that ever slip past your lips are silent pleas for his help. He wants you to cling to him and whine at the absence of his presence. He wants you to be fully dependent on him. Any ounce of freedom you used to have before you met him is completely stripped away. Whenever he feels as if you're being independent or going about your day without acknowledging him, he gets extremely upset. You are his and his only so he will not hesitate to remove family and friends from your life if he has to, because in reality you don't really need anyone but him, right?

"tsk. this is why you should always come to me for help, it's what i'm here for, baby."

maybe i'll make a more descriptive one in the future, who knows...until then, send me some requests :)

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[milequaritchsslut]

Clingy Miguel

Clingy Miguel is such a sweetheart when it comes to his girlfriend. He stops by her office whenever he can just to tell her he loves her, or to stop and give her something to eat. Cause he can’t have his pretty girl going hungry can he? When he’s in love he falls so hard, he calls you names like mamas, baby, my girl, my princess, or sweetheart. Clingy Miguel is just so desperate and love sick he cant help himself but smother you with his love in whatever way he can. Clingy Miguel already has dinner made when you come home after work probably pasta or sometimes take out if he’s too tired to cook. Clingy Miguel makes sure to get whatever your favorite is cause you deserve everything you desire in his opinion. Clingy Miguel just can’t keep his hands off of you, somehow you two are always cuddling or he scoops you up and sits you on his lap so he can wrap his large but gentle hands around his princess. Clingy Miguel just has to be touching you, it doesn’t matter where he’s touching you, even if your legs are just touching he’s fulfilled by that. Clingy Miguel sneaks up behind you while your cooking or washing our hands just so he can snake his own around your waist and pepper kisses down your neck and inhale your scent while you work. Clingy Miguel who leaves a note in your lunch telling you to have a great day and that your always on his mind. Clingy Miguel who purposefully messes up the pairings during missions just so you two can be paired up. Because he’s so scared your gonna get hurt and it’s just another reason to be around his precious girl so he can protect her.

[fauustic]

late night bubble bath

((oh yeah the brainrot has hit HARD!!! IM IN LOVE!!! please send me asks / requests about miguel o’hara i might just melt ...))

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

comfort, fluff. a needy miguel who is just a big kitty.

warnings: mention of wounds, very little blood. taking care of him after a night of insomnia. use of spanish pet names, yet a translator helped me because my spanish isn’t the best. lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 3027

A sigh escapes your lips as you shakily grasp the cup of water along your bedside table. You weren't one to have intense insomnia, yet the anxiety bubbling within your gut served as a painful reminder that you haven't been blessed with a moment of shuteye.

Was it something you had forgotten? You ran through a mental checklist that consisted of taking after Miguel's late nights, and not a single chore was unfinished.

Leftovers for dinner could be found neatly packed away in the place he always checks in the fridge, so there was no need for your love returning from work hungry and tired. Today's laundry was already fluffed and ironed, which will make it easier to begin the upcoming morning. Miguel mentioned off-handedly to you how an important board meeting at his lab had been stressing him out, so you couldn't help but surprise him when he got back home even if it was just prepared outfits.

You leaned back against your pillow before rolling towards Miguel's side of your queen sized bed. You felt so jumpy, your hands itching to do anything. Nights like these you craved Miguel's presence tenfold, as he would be snuggled right in your arms, smoothing the stress out from the tips of your fingers through a careful massage. You could remember the sleepy rambles he'd murmur into the air over the ambience of the television, "Pasar tiempo contigo, brillante. Encantador. Mi pequeño amor. Could bask in your presence always, mi conejito." Miguel would whisper into your ears with a cute sleepiness, peppering your jaw with his lips. It's almost as if he was right beside you, brushing his thumb against your skin as he held your hands.

Thinking so fondly of your boyfriend's habits soothed the anxiety of your insomnia as you tried to remind yourself that he always stays safe and remembers you love him. Once coming home for the first time from work, he can't help but smother you in kisses and silly pet names, showering you in soft reminders of how much love and affection he has for you. And then the second time of the night, he'd do the same thing under different circumstances. It had happened the night before, and it'll happen again. 

Miguel, soft groans escaping his bruised lips, would come through the balcony of your shared apartment that stored your little collection of flowers and greenery, slip through the door you always made sure to crack, and wake you up in the dead of the night to be bandaged and treated by your caring touch with hushed pleas. Whispering sweet things, neediness in every touch. "I missed you, cariño. Been waiting to see your pretty face all day, can I kiss you? P-please, let me kiss you." 

And so you did, resting your fingers on his shoulders and slowly trailing up until they cupped his bloodied face by the jaw. Then, you'd painstakingly kiss him until his blood would mix with spit, his fangs desperately wanting to sink into your tongue. 

Getting so caught up in your little dream, the blaring of a shrill beeping car down below your apartment startled you. Interrupting the glass upon your lips, it spilled onto your nightgown with a gasp.

"Fuck.." you mumbled to yourself, missing your boyfriend more than ever. Changing in a rush, you pulled over one of his flimsy lounge shirts over your head to bask in his smell as a reminder of his presence.

Nueva York was a city that didn't sleep, as the chatter of passersby rang through busy traffic. Bars down below thrived under the limelight, people not in their right mind hid in the shadows of skyscrapers. 

You wondered what Miguel could be doing right now. Scouting the vibrant lights as his claws dug into the beam of a building? Knocking someone senseless under the conditions of justice? Saving a civilian as they fall from great heights? 

Wondering made you sick, the anxiety bubbling in your stomach as if you were the one downing margaritas and cocktails in a scummy bar down below. You needed to distract yourself. So you did anything an adult on a late night would do.

So when you finally came to your senses, you slapped a flour dusted hand over your mouth and groaned.

Apron tied to your waist, hair in a loose bun– nothing too serious, in fact you appreciated how this style still kept your androgynous but still staying practical. Wisps of hair straying from the hold would cloud your vision every now and then, which you'd have to blow out of the way subconsciously while preparing the whipped frosting. The TV, distantly able to still be heard from the living room, echoed quietly through the apartment with an ambience that lulled you to a calm. It was the news, you couldn't help yourself due to late night paranoia, but your hands were busy and your attention was snatched away from your beloved creation.

You've truly outdone yourself this time, you decide as you watch the oven in front of you with an exhausted gaze and a yawn. The kitchen was messy with egg residue and splashes of water and vinegar oil, the clock on the microwave read "2:49" in the morning. It was a kind of chaos you normally wouldn't find yourself to, as Miguel loved a schedule, a routine. It wasn't as if he didn't want you to have your fun, far from that, he simply just loved doing whatever was eventful with you. And you couldn't help but find baking amusing as you observed the small cakes in the shaped pans inflate as time went on.

You found yourself in the middle of your small apartment kitchen floor, sleepily peering into the oven until that sleepiness shifted into fully dozing off. It couldn't be helped, crashing so hard after pulling off a mission to pump out more than a dozen cupcakes, half chocolate batter and the rest strawberry flavoring. Thankfully, you were able to stay awake long enough to take the cakes out to cool, but as soon as the oven made the beep to turn off– the couch was the closest thing to fall into a needed rest.

It's hard to know how long you had exactly fallen asleep for, yet the frantic arms encompassing your form must have been any kind of indicator. It was a startle to wake from, as your mouth couldn't keep quiet before your brain began working. 

"Eeugh! I- God Miguel, you scared me so badly–" You heaved into his shoulder as he practically slumped on top of you, whispering his usual panicky tangents he'd spew after returning from his late nights. 

"Lo siento, lo siento mucho." Miguel buried his face into your neck, nose pushing against your pulse. "Would never purposely scare you, mi lucero del alba. But not seeing you in bed, that made me feel… not like myself." Miguel confessed with a shaky breath and a pause, breathing in the floury smell and just you, swearing a purr erupted from his throat. "Would have fallen on the floor of our apartment if you weren't here, in my arms.  "Te necesito más que al propio aire, baby."

A subtle smile peeked through his tone despite the desperation, the longing in his touch. His forearms pushed against your back ever so slightly, reminding himself that you're here. That you're safe. His hands met your sides, thumbs circling in a soothing motion. You knew it calmed him down to trace shapes within your skin, but you wouldn't be lying if you said you loved the burn of his touch when he isn't even truly doing anything on purpose. It was as if the warmth of his finger tips ignited into flames, searing his touch into you. You'll never be able to forget each circle, heart, or even a very rare star traced into your skin, accompanying every freckle or birthmark you have. Every part of you is adored, loved, cherished. 

"I'm going to be here, waiting for you. No matter where you are or where I have to be."

"I hope so." Miguel hummed, "If anything happens to you," His claws found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore to bed that night, trailing your sides like handing a delicate doll. "Tengo miedo de lo que pueda hacerles. For you I'd do anything." 

His body didn't feel suffocating to be lying beneath, as he cradled the both of you to be meeting halfway. It was heartwarming, being clung to like a teddy bear by a man who's trying to hold up an entire city with his own two hands.

You realized his suit was only partially off, head uncovered as well as part of his chest– the suit clung to his waist like a lifeline. Needing to see his soft little smile that he held so selfishly against your neck, you led his face to be held over yours. A soft whine escaped his lips, missing the warmth your neck provided, but a quick hush quieted himself easily.

"Don't act like a sad puppy, my love." You whispered into his lips, breath fanning an old cut just underneath. Inspecting the damage, Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as you smoothed over the stress lines between his eyebrows. Not too rough today, expect a few cuts and bruises. So in your terms and conditions, today may even be considered a great day. "Aww, look at you. You did so well today, didn't you?" Awarding him with a kiss, Miguel melted into you like a weighted blanket.

Both hands cupping his jaw, you held him there for a long while, relishing in the moments of peace and quiet with him. Peppering quick, feathery kisses over his lips and gliding over cheekbones and freckles upon the nose, kissing the stress line you smoothed out, before doing the routine all over again. You strayed, always did– couldn't resist his alluring features and soft pleas to continue kissing him. 

Miguel isn't always so docile. Some nights he'd storm into your bedroom in a trance of pent-up frustration and stress with bruising kisses and bites that took home amongst hidden skin. But most nights, he could be handled like putty. It was an adorable sight to see, as his fangs peeked through his plush lips from the tension going slack in his jaw.

Your lips finally met his for the first time that night, yet it wasn't heated or filled with ulterior motives. Miguel's mouth met yours, and he lazily tasted every inch of your mouth, grazing his fangs against your tongue by accident. He needed to know every inch of you, and remind himself a hundred times over.

"Miggy.." you mumbled between his kisses, and happiness dripped from your voice as he barely let out a "mm?" Separating for just a moment, he decided to simply nuzzle your hand as a substitute.

"Let me run you a bath."

This sparked his attention, a quirk of the eyebrow and a stare of disbelief. "Eh?" Miguel chuckled stiffly, his nuzzles coming to an abrupt end. "¿Qué piensas de mí, un niño pequeño? I'm no toddler." By his response, he hasn't heard such things in ages. But as you slipped away from underneath his grasp, you padded towards your shared bathroom without a word. He was the one to bicker, but once the plan was in motion Miguel couldn't help but abide with a light begrudge in his step.

"The little cakes can wait, honey. Don't try to use those as an argument to get out of this." Your words would come out as a scold to anyone else, but as you turned to start the water it was clear you simply just cared. Too much for your own good. "Let me just do this for you, I missed you today." You admitted. 

"It's too late for this still, cariño." He groaned with a tint of guilt as you started helping him undress. "I'll just shower, go on. Vete a dormir." Yet he did not swat away your advancements to prepare a towel, nor even the drop of bubble bath mix in the water. Miguel looked at you like a deer in headlights, mouth agape as you did so.

"I added the bubble bath formula only because you told me to sleep." You said deadpan, grabbing the suit that's fallen to the floor to hang it on the rack. Miguel's expressions contorted to annoyed, then shocked, to just downright amused of your antics that always had him guessing. He cackled as you kept yourself busy, until you finally signaled to get in.

It was as if you tried to get a cat in the water, as he stared at the mountain of bubbles that rivalled the skies. "I'm not getting in. I can't lose the rest of my dignity." This time, his tone was solid– nothing sounded as if it could get through to him. But you could read your boyfriend like a book, solve him like a puzzle in a matter of seconds. 

"Miggy, my love. My other half. My everything." You cooed, dropping to your knees to poke at the bubbles. "You don't get in this forsaken bathtub with just the right warmth and the bubbles I made with my own blood, sweat and tears, you will sleep on the couch until I give you explicit permission to lay with me." His scarlet eyes glowed with genuine fear in his eyes. "And then, you will just lie with me. You would not be able to hold my hands or waist or twirl your finger around my hair– you will be in timeout. No bed, no holding–"

A splash interrupted your words, wetting your legs as his size struggled to stay in the tub. His arm hung out of the side as his feet kicked up on the tile walls, and he looked as flustered as ever. "No me lo puedo creer." Miguel blew at the bubbles that settled on his face. "I'm no dog who needs a bath, cariño." 

Shaking your head at his rare childish antics, you leaned over the tub to kiss the bubbles upon his nose. It was a sweet, domestic little moment between the two of you.

Small little scars littered his form as you glided a soft wash cloth over the grime of the city that washed off onto him. When the fabric slid over a sensitive muscle or wound, he'd hiss a curse and a "be gentle with me, love." You only responded with a lick into his mouth, which earned you a bite to your lips. "I'm not trying to hurt you, just wanna take care of you, my angel." You whispered into the bubbles, shuffling your knees the closest you can to the tub without falling into it– and massaged the tension in his shoulders.

This elicited a groan to rip through the bathroom walls, a low rumble that he couldn't contain to himself following. Miguel was like a domesticated tiger, all bark and bite yet the rare moments of silly tenderness peeking through his rough exterior. "Ah, that feels–" Miguel hisses again in pleasure, his brain short circuiting under your graze. ".. increíble. Tú eres mi medicina." 

His forearm hanging off the side of the tub twisted to bring his grasp to your face, locking the both of you into a heated kiss, one that stored the unspoken words of lonely nights as Miguel's shifts grew longer and more tiresome. "Missed you, baby. I need you, need you always with me. Wouldn't know what to do without you, I'd go crazy." He rambled as one of your soap filled hands snaked into his hair, to lather his curls and simultaneously scratch where he loves. 

It was an endearing sight whenever Miguel openly expressed his adoration of you, both his thoughts and worries.

"I love you more, Miguel." You giggled as his nose scrunched together at the abrupt sensation of water cascading over his head, the bubbles falling from the softness of his hair and down the ridges of his jaw and nose.

Silence comfortably enveloped the two of you as you rinsed him off, scattering kisses on his skin whenever he mumbled declarations of affection.

As you wrapped his curls in a soft, small towel, his sleepy grumble of a question caught your attention. "What about your little sweets, mi amor? Do you need me to help you finish them?"

Laughing, you shook your head only to shush him softly. "No, no baby. Let's just do it together tomorrow once you get some rest." Leading him to stand, you began draining the tub. 

Miguel didn't argue with the idea of that, purring softly as he imagined the two of you frosting little delicacies– something incredibly cozy and lovely. He loved that about you, the way you reminded him about his own humanity, the little hanging reminder that he needs his own time to help to heal and thrive. 

"All done, baby." You slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest with a sigh. The towel hung around his waist was as soft as the fleece of a sheep, lulling you into the serene sleepiness your body craved to have. "How was your bubble bath?" The words tumbled from your lips as Miguel led the both of you to your shared bed, tucking you into the bundle of blankets scattering about. 

Before long, he slid into the opposite side with his own sigh of relief. Your hands grabbed at his now clothed chest, peeking at his exhausted, but content expression staring right back at your own. "Perfect, mi conejito." Miguel whispered with honesty, bringing you closer than ever as his breath fanned the crook of your neck.

Sleep began to take you as the strong scent of bubblegum flooded your senses, the slightly damp curls of Miguel tickling your neck and cheek. He intertwined his soul with yours, purring with a calm he could only achieve with you.

"Cupcakes tomorrow?" You murmured into his shoulder, soft and sleepy.

"Cupcakes tomorrow, cariño." A kiss to your neck. "Dulces sueños, goodnight."

[clandestineloki]

whose pov do i write this in, yn's or miguel's?

miguel o'hara x housewife!reader where sweet cinammon roll yn goes on grocery runs with her husband and she always looks lovingly at this one little white fluffy puppy in the window of a pet shop but never says anything out loud because she knows miguel is probably not interested in keeping a pet. as time passes she becomes more attached to the little puppy and it even knows her!! and it always jumps up to greet her and she gets sadder and sadder because she knows someone else will adopt it and she might never see it again but she can't find it in herself to detach from the adorable little floofy thing 🥺

and one day she's on her own and coming back from the bank when she sees the empty cage in the window of the store. it happened. no little cloud of joy wagging its tail and no muffled happy puppy yapping noises muffled by the glass. she comes home and sees miguel, and falls into his arms quietly sniffling. miguel presses kisses to her hair and rubs her back and wipes her tears away.

"bebita, love, you know i love you, mm? don't keep things from me, wanna help you cus i don't want my bebita sad, okay?" he sighs. "maybe this'll cheer you up?"

in his hands is the little cloud of joy, with its poofy tail swishing side to side and literally vibrating in excitement waiting for its cue to smother his new mami in kisses. miguel smiles cus he's seen you staring at it in the pet store window every time you pass by it and he knows you secretly get lonely when he's at work so he adopted it to surprise you with it as a gift for being so good and patient with him :((

IT'S SO SAD IMAGINE SHE THOUGHT SOMEONE ELSE ADOPTED IT BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY MIGUEL WHO ADOPTED IT FOR HER BUT HE INADVERTENTLY MADE HER SAD

[tarjapearce]

Old Friend

Summary: You meet an old friend in your shopping trip with the family.

Nothing but a slice of life, fluff, bit of angst and a jealous Miguel ~

Whenever it was restock day, Costco or Walmart would be the main places to go.

You'd get the list, Miguel would secure Rosie to his chest, as Benjamin would get inside your cart. Gabi would walk alongside you or her beloved Papa, pushing his cart.

Each would take separate ways, you'd get the meats and veggies, as Miguel would get the rest, powder detergent, cleansing products, and snacks.

"Mama, can I have these?" Benjamin swayed his feet pointing at the  colorful packaging of dinosaur shaped nuggets.

"Course you can, mi niño. Which one you want?"

"I tried the red one last time, I'll get the purple"

Benji's boyish voice echoed around you as you stopped on the frozen meals section.

"Alright, purple it is."

You picked the purple package, a triceratops and a T-Rex on the cover. Then, filled the cart with different sort of meats, Miguel's favorite cuts, hams and of course, lots of canned jalapeños. Orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice, a couple of sodas and finally you got to go to the cereal and coffee aisle.

Miguel was running out of coffee in his office, and back at home you only had a couple of packages. It reminded you the time Miguel nearly had an anxiety attack when he found out he had ran out of the black liquid gold, even in his secret stash.

For some reason the brand he always bought was put on the top shelves. With a huff you looked around to see if there was any ladder, but upon finding none, You stepped on the bottom shelf, trying to get the six pack in the edge, but obviously, you couldn't reach it.

Benjamin giggled when you missed, as revenge you smothered his face in kisses, earning you a loud and bubbling squeal.

"Here, let me." A deep voice rumbled behind you. Your eyes widened at the all too familiar face before you. Reaching effortlessly for the coffee packaging.

"Richard" you mumbled while taking the package, to then put it on the cart.

"Hey" His hand waved softly. Clad in a hoodie, bermudas and sneakers. A little gold band hugging his ring finger. Dull, as his overall aura.

Despite the years coming through, he hadn't lost his kind green eyes. Some wrinkles adorned his matured face. Ricky was only two years older than you, and still had some white hairs poking out here and there.

He sported a short and well trimmed beard, hair parted and neatly arranged to a side. His eyes darted to the boy that undoubtedly resembled alot like you, except for his curious big and round red-ish eyes.

"Whose this little champ?" The smile on his face was coy, but genuine.

"It's my boy, Benjamin."

A proud beam stretched on your face as your hand caressed Benjamin's head, some of his curls trapping your fingers.

"Nice to meet you, champ." Ricky stretched his hands towards him and Benjamin shook it, a tad nervous.

"He definitely has your curls."

You smiled, eyes diverting behind him, ready to meet his partner but, there was none, just his half cart full of car appliances, some diary products and snacks.

"My goodness, you have a beard now."

Ricky chuckled and scratched it. He was a handsome man, undoubtedly. Good and well worked physique. Lean muscles, athletic and healthy looking. Green eyes a shade darker than green apples, pretty lips you liked biting and a healthy tan on his skin, despite him being a pale guy. A couple of freckles adorned his nose.

"And you've got a kid now." there was a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"Three actually. Funny how we ended up doing the things we always said we wouldn't do right away."

Richard gave a soft laugh.

"At least we look good. And I'm sure you're a great mom. How long has it been?"

"I don't know, I suck at math. But I do know it's more than ten years." You pushed the cart to get the cereals and naturally he helped you to get them. Eyes looking for Miguel in every chance you had.

"How have you been?" He tensed a bit at the question, not expecting your openness to talking so casually, specially when your finger shone with a golden band. He graduated college and never saw you again, until now. Gentle and caring as always. You hadn't changed, and he was glad.

"As usual. Existing, trying to keep myself afloat after, uh... my divorce." His mouth pressed in a tight line, green eyes looked away for a second, unable to meet your stare. Ashamed.

Your eyes blinked at his reply. Clearly surprised by such thing. Face falling with worry. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Richard shook his head, and gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Things happen. It's one of those situations that get your eyes open for good." Ricky rubbed his neck awkwardly and you offered a little reassure with a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly.

"Hey, you've got this. I know it's been a while, but I'm sure your problem solving skills are still top notch."

Hw chuckled, almost sympathetic at himself, "I don't even know anymore, if I'm honest. But if you say so."

The voices in the aisles kept indistinct, each in their own world, mingling with the upbeat background music.

"Also... I'm sorry." His eyes remained on yours. Something he'd always do when speaking truthfully.

Your brow quirked, "Whatever for?"

Ricky's hands squeezed the insides of his pockets as he spoke.

"For breaking up with you. Specially like that. It was a d-" He caught his tongue before continuing with the french before Benjamin, "It was wrong of me."

You could only stare at him, and he recoiled further in his spot, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor.

"If something's worth saying, I... divorced cause my mom also ruined it for me."

You frowned, confused and he shook his head.

"So I cut ties, went to therapy and yeah." He reached out for a three pack of granola for himself, and another for you after you pointed at the brand.

"I'm sorry, I'm kind of confused as to why would you think I'd be happy to know something awful happened to you, Richard?"

Richard's brow puckered. You really hadn't changed at all. Even after he dumped you a few days before Christmas eve.

"I... don't know? Thought you'd hold a grudge for what I did."

"A grudge?" You tittered and this threw him off guard, "Not to sound mean or anything, but I didn't even remember what had happened until now. You know I'm forgetful."

You both chuckled as he nodded.

"Yeah, kinda wondered if you'd lose your head too if it wasn't attached to your body."

You gasped while mocking offense, "That was rude."

You grabbed a couple of cereal boxes Benjamin pointed at.

"But true. In all seriousness, I'm glad that at least something great came after me. Is he a good man?, wait..." He shook his head softly, "Stupid question Of course he is, you married him."

You beamed and this made his chest swell in a mix of happiness and pride. You deserved it after all he also put you through.

"You'll find someone, I know so." It always made him wondered why he was stupid like that to allow his mother come in between.

"I'll give myself a couple of years to heal first. Wanna make sure I don't repeat things over."

It was your turn to get that pride sensation in your chest. Knowing he was making a good progress out of his mother's shadow also made you happy. You out of everyone knew how hard it was like.

"Hope they're ready to listen country music nonstop in your car." He rolled his eyes.

"I know you hated the genre, that's why I always played them"

Your lips pursed with faked anger as he tittered, however, Ricky cleared his throat off the laughing upon watching a behemoth of a man, approaching from behind. Red eyes set on him. A shudder crawled on his skin as he gulped. The baby on his chest did little to appease the intimidating aura around him.

"Mama!" Gabi came to you with an excited face as she showed you her new acquisition. A purple and glittery cover for her phone.

"Qué lindo! Do they have it in blue too?" (How cute!)

"Nah, it was the last one, Papa said this would match with my room too."

Said Papa hugged you from behind, and kissed your temple, red eyes never left him. Ricky gave Miguel a polite smile as he backed away a few steps. Miguel's strong features only turned sharper. It would be a lie to say if Ricky wasn't surprised and intimidated.

Surprised cause you hugged Miguel's narrow waist, a pleased and proud purr emanated from his chest. Loud enough for only you to hear it.

The man before him screamed danger a mile ago. But also, explained lots of things. Like Benjamin's eyes.

"Richard, this is my husband. Miguel O'Hara."

Ricky hesitated for a second, but stretched his hands towards him, big tan hands easily enveloped his in a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you." His nervous smile was like fuel to your husband's ego.

Miguel acknowledged him with a brief nod, eyes not tearing away from him. A quiet She's mine in his eyes.

"Richard and I used to go at the same college. Oh! This is my eldest daughter, Gabriella. And my youngest baby, Rosie."

Gabi smiled politely while holding onto Miguel's hips.

"You have a beautiful family." His green eyes stared at an ever curious Rosie that gazed back at him. Miguel's shoulder's tensed when Rosie gave Ricky a smile.

"Thanks, You'll be fine though. Things take time, but, It all comes together somehow. Just be patient. I'm glad you're doing good on your own." Again, you patted his shoulder, he just gave you a small but genuine smile. Miguel's guts churned as his jaw clenched.

Ricky left after saying his goodbyes, not wanting to impose his presence any further.

"Gabibi, mi amor, can you get the food cart to the line, please?"

"Okay. Don't take too long, please?"

Gabriella took the cart as Benjamin showed her his nuggets, leaving you and Miguel with Rosie alone.

"Alright, interrogation can start now." You chuckled and Miguel pulled you by your waist towards him, ebbing you to walk a few steps before giving a firm slap on your rear.

"Miguel!" you hushed, flustered while looking around to see of there were people and he smirked.

"Wanted to do that before that guy, but that wouldn't be too polite of me, wouldn't it?"

You kissed his cheek, but he quickly corrected the place and pecked your lips.

"That's better. Who was he anyway?"

"My ex from college."

He just hummed and it was your turn to return the squeeze, he chuckled, "Relax. He just got divorced and obviously not having a good time."

"Too bad." He shrugged, a bit nonchalant and you deadpanned.

"Don't be mean. You were scaring him on purpose."

"Obvio. Still, forgot to thank him." (Obviously)

You chuckled as you approached to the line, Gabi waved at you both.

"Thank him?"

"Well, he let you go, and I wouldn't have met you in the first place. So thanks to that."

"Well, he's there on the other line, go tell him."

You teased, but to your surprise Miguel stepped away from the beeline and was walking towards Richard.

"W-Wait! Miguel!" You had skip a few steps to catch him and pull him back to spot, he smirked while pulling you tighter towards him.

"Don't tempt me, mi reina."

"God, I swear. You're-"

"Your husband, mi amor." He smirked, satisfied at his own title in your life.

"A jealous one."

He leaned to your ear and whispered, "Espérate que lleguemos a casa. No te la vas a acabar conmigo, mi reina." (Wait till we get home. You'll see what's up.)

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the flirty atmosphere around you and covered Benjamin's eyes.

"You're too young to see that."

[sweetimpurity]

I Think I’ll Keep You 2

It’s finally here! Thank you for the love on part 1 and I plan on more parts to follow. It’s gonna be a rocky road.

It’s a long one but I broke it down into three sections to make reading it a little easier. Hope you guys enjoy!

NSFW MINORS DNI

Chapter 1 next chapter>>

WC: 8.7k

**One Month Later**

“Look at me, baby…” His deep voice rasps from above and your eyes flutter open. “Look at me and don’t look away, little one.” He grins and pumps into you. Your trembling legs clasped around his waist, his body engulfing yours, smothering you with his warmth and the intensity of each deep stroke. Your lips part in a soft almost silent moan as his cock glides in and out. In and out with no resistance. With a big hand he pushes one of your knees down to the bed, spreading you out, allowing himself to get even deeper, his cock dragging deliciously through your arousal. You whine at the feeling, slapping your hand against his chest as he’s reached even deeper, taking you, filling you, claiming you over and over. “M-Miguel! Ah.. hah…mm…” Gasps fill your chest as he goes a little faster, fueled by the red mark you just left on his chest. “Take it baby… it’s yours, remember?” A soft and breathy, dark laugh vibrates in him watching you take all he’s giving. Your eyes roll back as he hits the spot and his big hand comes around your throat, not putting any pressure just forcing you to bring your attention back to him. Your eyes lock back onto his and he growls as his hips snap deeply nestled between your thighs. “Ah!…” You gasp and slap his chest again, your fingers digging into his muscles and it’s involuntary at this point. He smirks as you keep slapping him, knowing you just can’t help it, he grabs both your wrists, holding them in one hand over your chest, his other hand going to the pillow behind your head. He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours and he moans in your face. Like he’s moaning only for you to hear it. A sound that could make you cum on the spot. “Mm… ah… hah…” You listen to him all hot and moany, putting on a show, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room, the noise of his cock slamming and squishing into your sex fills your ears. Lifting his head so he can look in your eyes, he speaks. “You hear that?” He says with a laugh in his voice. “You know what that is, baby?” His voice is so sweet as always, soft and gentle. The completely opposite of how he’s fucking into you right now. He grabs your face in his free hand, forcing you to listen well. “That’s me inside you…” He whispers and you sob, pulsing around him, right on the edge of bliss. His smiling lips find yours, kissing you breathy and sloppy, his dirty words ringing in your ears.

It’s been a month since your first night with him. The month has been a blur of Miguel and sex. Ever since that first night it’s like no one can do it for him like you do.

Your orgasm is rolling in like soft thunder, blooming in your thighs and in the pit of your stomach. Your muscles tighten and your body resists him, squeezing your thighs around his waist, pushing yourself up the bed a bit but he keeps you down. Pulling down on your wrists to keep you in place as he fucks an orgasm into you. “Mm-ahhhh….” You moan and whine and he smiles watching you come undone beneath him. “Yes baby… yes… oh you’re doing so good, baby…tu siente tan bien…so so good” His voice is sweet but his smile is wicked and his cock is cruel. Pumping into you as he buries his face in the warmth of your neck. His breath coming out in short pants across your chest. “So pretty… so perfect baby…” His deep voice hums soft in your ear. His free hand squeezing hard into the pillow beside your head, his knuckles white and his muscles flexed. His open mouth breathes against your neck, mumbling praises and demands in a jumbled mix of English and Spanish and leaning down to kiss your skin, sucking on the spots that make you jolt away. You gasp and your back starts to arch off the bed. His strong, thick body stops you from moving, pushing you back down, he presses his body down onto you, his bare, warm chest pressed up against yours, keeping you flush to the mattress. And as you’re held down, your moans get more urgent as the pressure is harder to release. Soft cries escape you and he keeps going. “Please please! Ah!” You whine and he intertwines his fingers with each of your hands, pushing them straight out on both sides of your body so you can’t move, you can’t even think. You’re just splayed out for him to use, for him to fuck, for him to fill. His weight pushes you into the mattress, his body completely flush to yours. “Please what?” His voice is still so soft and warm even as he fucks you breathless. “I-I’m…” You stutter and words are impossible. “You wanna cum, baby?” He teases and grinds his hips into you, pushing his dick as deep as he can and his pelvic bones push against yours. He releases one hand, his long fingers curl around the back of your neck. “Tell me you want to…” He pants and picks his head up to look at your teary face, your cheeks flushed and teeth bared. “Say it and I’ll let you do it… say you wanna cum on my cock” He kisses your cheek, ghosting his lips over your face and your lips. Your lips part in more agonizing, silent moans, eyes closed tight, focusing on your incoming release, his thick dick squishing into you filling your guts with every heavy thrust, the sounds of sex and his breathing fill your ears. “Say it!” He rasps and pounds into you, keeping his face so close to yours, his angular nose pressing into your cheek, his covetous cock abusing your wanting walls and he’s shivering every time you suck him back in. “Mm-ahhh! I-I wanna cum! Please c- I-I need your c-ock! Miguel!” You cry and tears roll down your flushed cheeks. He smiles at your obedience and opens his mouth against the side of your face, biting down on the plumpness of your cheek, not enough to leave a mark on your pretty face but enough for you to feel it. To feel that he has complete control. That he can break you just as easily as he can make you cum. His lips and teeth trail down the side of your face and bites down on your warm neck. It makes you moan and the sounds escaping you get higher in pitch, signaling to him that you really are just about there. His toned abdomen rubs against your fleshy tummy, making you even hotter, warming the place his seed will soon flood full. “Then do it… cum on my dick, baby. Cum for me.” He mumbles between pants and moans into your neck, moving his hands to your back, holding you flush to him as he pumps into you, keeping this speed going because he knows this is what’s getting you. He lets your hands free and you hold onto his thick arms, digging your fingers into his muscles as your orgasm hits hard. “Ohyesyesyes! Oh f-uck! Miguel!” You cry out in agonizing pleasure.

He pushes himself up, looking down at you and plunges into you as deep as he can and your orgasm comes over you in waves. His arm hooking around your lower back and slamming his cock into you one final time. Almost selfishly he does it so he can feel it happening over his cock. His own climax hits him as you keep squeezing him over and over, milking him of everything he’s got and you feel the warmth of his release shooting deep inside. “That’s it… oh fuck… oh yes” He pants and groans, caressing his hand over your soft, warm tummy and pressing down gently where his dick is still deep inside you. He sits back on his knees and watches his cum leak out of you, holding you by your hips and slowly pulling your pliant body back and forth on his cock, watching the white dribble out. You look up at him through teary eyes, watching his gaze fixed on your sopping hole. Your eyes travel down his handsome face to his neck and his broad chest as it huffs and expands in heavy breath, sweat glistening on his tan skin in the morning sunlight. He’s a picture of pure perfection. His eyes come back to your fucked out face and he leans forward, wraps his hand around your throat and kisses your lips softly. His tongue dancing with your, his teeth biting down gently on your lips. “Say you’re mine.” He hums against your mouth and keeps a hold of your throat, rubbing his thumb in circles over your thumping heartbeat. “I-I’m yours…” You breathe out and catch your breath. And this exchange of words has become quite the routine. “Sweet baby…” He whispers with a grin, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. You’re both a pile of sweat and sex as he comes down on top of you. You don’t mind being crushed by him. Your fingers tangling in the dark curls at the nape of his neck as his head rests in the crook of your neck, and you feel him softening inside you.

You’ve never discussed what this means for the two of you. Your instincts told you that he’s not someone you want to be your boyfriend. You’ve thought that ever since he first fucked you a month ago. You only knew that you were mesmerized all the times you saw him in class or in the halls or when they put up that banner of him and the soccer team. The mid-game action shot of him that practically had you drooling. You'd had a crush on him that was purely based on his handsome face, his deep voice and not surprisingly for you, his exam scores. Smart is sexy.

He had never really seen you before that night. Maybe it was because he was always so wrapped up in himself. But you can’t imagine not spending all this time with him over the past month. After all the times of him coming over late at night, meeting up with you after class, spending nights at a time in bed with you, it feels like this is turning into something more. You hope it is. You don’t know what he wants. He doesn’t really open up or share much. He’s closed off and cold most of the time to almost everyone. But that doesn’t mean you want this to ever stop. He does make it a point of telling you you’re his. Making you confirm it in a way he’ll believe you.

Miguel has never been this way with anyone. And this month has been a change of pace for him to say the least. He was usually hooking up with different people all the time. It was something he needed, something he could control. But since he had you, he won’t accept anything less. He’s stopped talking to some of his friends. They’re his ‘friends’ but a lot of them are just people he’s been associated with ever since he got to this school. He doesn’t really think most of them are good people. He stopped going to parties that he never really enjoyed anyway. He’s been sort of hiding away in this little bubble the two of you have created. He’s completely ignored texts from Dana, he hasn’t responded to messages from his parents or Peter. The only people he’s wanted to talk to are you and his little brother. But almost 100% of his attention has been on you.

Some days he can’t stop himself and he does go to find you. Waiting outside your class until it’s over, pulling you by the arm to the empty student lounge and locking the door behind you both. Or finding you in the library where you are a lot of the time and dragging you to the nonfiction section where no one ever goes. Fucking you from behind as he makes you peek out over the books on the shelves and watch the people in the library who have no idea you’re getting pounded near the biographies section. Clasping his hand over your moany mouth, shoving his fingers past your lips… “Shhh baby, someone’s gonna hear… you have to be quiet, little one… be quiet and I’ll be nice.”

…

“I have to go…” You say softly as you keep running your fingers through his soft dark hair. He groans against your chest, his arms tightening around you, his dick still nestled inside the warmth of you. He doesn’t want to let you go. You made plans to go home this long weekend for a family thing and he won’t be able to see you for a few days. He doesn’t like this. It feels almost like an end to this escape he’s been enjoying. “Mmm…” He grumbles softly and keeps laying on top of you. “Miguel, I really have to go” Your train back home is in an hour so you need to make sure you have everything ready to go. You run your hands over his broad back. He groans and looks up at you, his pretty brown eyes just melting you. “Fine.” He sighs, sitting up and carefully pulling out of you, rubbing his hands over your thighs apologetically at the mess he’s made between them. He grabs a small towel from the bedside table and gently rubs away the mess on your skin as well as his own. His eyes stay glued to your body as he speaks. “You’ll be back on Monday, right?” He leans down to kiss your stomach softly, snaking his arm around your back so he can leave wet kisses over your tummy and your hips. “I’ll be back Monday… and midterms start on Tuesday so I'll be pretty busy next week with tutoring sessions. I think I have a… or is it Tuesday night… or I don’t know…” You keep talking absentmindedly, going over the busy schedule of the next week in your head. You can make some serious tutoring money during midterms week. “Mhm…” He hums, not really listening now because how could he when he’s kissing you like this. Your hand goes to his hair as he gets distracted, leaving hickies on your tummy. “I have to go…” You whisper for the third time, the numbers on his alarm clock now starting to worry you. “I know, I know…” He hums and crawls up towards you, leaning down to kiss your lips. Kissing you again, then again, again and again and a few more times after that. Your heart flutters at the feeling. You’re not sure how he feels about committing to something like a relationship. But it feels like he really enjoys being with you, especially with how many times he comes over or you beckon to his every call. You do enjoy feeling like you’re his though. You’re not really sure how he feels about anything since he doesn’t really share much stuff like that. But when he kisses you like this it’s like he’s telling you all the things you need to hear. All the things he doesn’t want to say.

“I’ll see you later…” You look back at him and smile softly as you pull your clothes back on. His dark eyes are still drinking you in as he watches you from the bed. “See you later. Be safe…” He says in his deep voice and you nod to him. It makes you feel something, seeing and hearing him like this. Your first time with him, it was like he wasn’t human, just a machine with the mission to fuck you senseless. But he can be soft and quiet and gentle. You’ve found he’s actually quite reserved. “I’ll text you when I get back” You say while buttoning up your coat and opening his room door. Miguel nods and stops himself from requesting you text or call him while you’re gone. He doesn’t want to seem clingy even though that’s what he wants. He wants to know you’re thinking of him. He wants to make you think of him.

“If you… need me… just text me. I’ll be there.” He says slowly, just a tad awkwardly. Trying to make it seem more like he’s just open to your communication rather than requesting it. He doesn’t want to seem desperate. “Well I’ll be like two hundred and… thirty miles away…” You say and laugh a bit. Although you’re melting a bit as he says that. “I drive really fast.” He jokes softly and it makes you laugh. His eyes seem to shine watching you laugh and smile. His face feels hot and he doesn’t know if he likes the feeling, it’s foreign to him. “Good to know… I will text you if I need you” You declare in finality, your hand on the door and a mission to make your train on time. “Good.” He nods and watches you go.

You leave his dorm, check over your packed bags and make sure you have everything to go before leaving. You make your train. You ride many hours back home. You get picked up when you reach the station and brought back to your childhood home. And all the while you can feel that ache. That reminder of his cock as he stretched you out. A reminder of the past month you’ve spent with him. It’s the first time you’ve been away for more than a day. The two of you have been a bit inseparable. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when you get back.

It’s Sunday evening and Miguel’s in his room, trying to do his lab homework but he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s only been three days since you left Friday morning but it feels like he’s in withdrawal. And he’s having some conflicting feelings, wondering how he let things get this far. This has never happened before. “What's wrong with me?” He groans and covers his face with his hands, running frustrated fingers through his dark locks. “What the fuck is my problem?” He frowns and checks his phone to see if you’ve called or texted him at all. Frustrated with himself for feeling so obsessed with you. He doesn’t like the feeling, not knowing what you’re doing or who you’re with. Since when do I care? He thinks to himself. He sighs when you haven’t contacted him but he does see a text from Peter inviting him to a party just off campus. Apparently a lot of the team will be there and maybe it will be a good way to get his mind off of you. He just can’t get you off his mind.

He arrives at the crowded house party with his signature scowl and is welcomed by all of his teammates, some of the guys on the university football team, other athletes and students all mostly drunk and partying away to blow off some steam before midterms next week. Lots of people watch him as he makes his way through the crowded house. His face is perfect from every angle so as long as you can see him, you’re seeing his good side. He doesn’t care for douchebags that want to talk his ear off, girls that drunkenly try to flirt with him, people that want his time. But everyone seems to want a piece of him.

“Come on, it's a party. Do you even remember parties, Miguel?” Peter teases and hands Miguel a beer, both of them standing in the kitchen which is just a tad quieter than the living room, urging him to drink and let loose. Peter and Miguel are close. Closer than Miguel usually allows, aside from you. It’s true, Miguel had been making up excuses to skip out on the usual parties and hanging out with his friends because he wanted to be with you. Miguel just takes the beer, not really responding. He looks out at the party going on around him with an unimpressed glare. “Dude, you seem more pissed than usual.” Peter snickers and grabs the beer, opening it on the counter and shoving it back in Miguel’s hand. “Looking for someone?” Peter follows his empty gaze at the crowd of people dancing and drinking. It’s a mess of booze and college stupidity. “No.” Miguel grumbles and takes a drink of his beer. Sighing through his nose.

“Did you see Dana? She’s been looking for you.” Peter comments and Miguel’s scowl darkens even more. “I’m sure she has…” He gives Peter a look. Dana is the most clingy and persistent girl he’s ever met. And she makes a fool of herself every time she tries to get with Miguel. They fucked once a while ago and now she’s like a mosquito he just can’t seem to smack. She’s naive to think the fact that he slept with her gives her some sort of claim to him. In fact it’s quite the opposite seeing that sex with Dana was nothing interesting to Miguel. She was whiny and obnoxious, and he only kissed her so she’d shut up. And she was too little for him, too frail. He needs someone like you, plush and perfect, just strong enough to take all of him. You take him better than anyone ever has.

“She says you’ve been all incognito the past few weeks. And I kinda agree. What’s been going on?” Peter asks casually and Miguel glares even harder. “Nothing. You can tell Dana to fuck off.” Miguel grumbles. He wishes you were here and he didn’t have to be at this stupid party. He wants to be in his bed with you, pounding into you until you’re crying over his cock, pulling your soft hair until you’re a moaning mess, kissing your sweet lips, your throat and your cheeks, listening to your soft cries and whimpers of how much you need his cock, pumping you so full of his cum that it dribbles out onto the sh-

“Miguel! Oh my god! You’re alive!” Dana approaches with a snarky smile and two of her friends by her side. She’s drunk and Miguel is not impressed. “Where have you been? Did you see my texts? You’ve been like… a ghost or something.” She whines, looking him up and down, her hand on his arm, a smile on her lips and a frown on his face. “Yeah, I saw your texts.” Miguel says simply and Peter snickers next to him. Dana raises her eyebrows agitated and sighs curtly. “So… you’re not gonna explain where you’ve been? You barely come to any events or anything. People honestly thought you dropped out or something.” Her hand moves up his arm . She’s the kind of girl that would come to his soccer games and practice to try to get his attention. But when he’d blow her off, she’d blow someone else on the team to make herself feel good again. She’d hang on his arm at school and athletic events. Just generally be a fucking nuisance in his life. She’d tried to wedge herself into Miguel’s life for going on four years with no luck and then he just sort of disappeared for a month with no explanation. So of course she’d notice.

But Miguel’s not keen on sharing what he’s been doing. That he’s been with you. Someone like you. You’re not like him. You’re not like Dana. You’re not like anyone he’s ever been friends with. That doesn’t make you less than everyone else, it makes you more than them. And that scares him. He doesn’t know why that is. If Dana or Peter or anyone found out about you, the way he thinks he feels about you, it would change the way they see him. He doesn’t want to admit that because he doesn’t want to seem soft like he’s falling for you or anything. He’s not soft. And he’s not… falling for you… He’s coarse and rough and cold and that’s how it’s going to stay.

“I’ve just been busy… practice and stuff.” Miguel mumbles and drinks his beer. He doesn’t care for Dana’s concern or giving her a reasonable explanation. Dana scoffs softly and shakes her head, her friends grab her arm and try to drunkenly coax her into returning to the party. “See you later” Dana smirks, running her hand down his arm as she tries to be all flirty but it’s honestly embarrassing. She hates that he’s so nonchalant, so unfazed by her. Miguel stays silent, watching her stumble off with her friends to go find someone else to bother.

He sighs and turns to Peter once more, annoyed at pretty much everything in this moment. “You have to admit, her ass is nice.” Peter jokes and watches Dana walk away. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing about her that’s nice.” Miguel glances back at her as she disappears into the crowd of people.

Over the course of the night, everyone just gets more and more drunk, except for Miguel who still can’t get you out of his thoughts and feels the need to stay at least a little bit sober in case you call him. But he throws back a few beers to try and loosen up. The music seems to get louder and the lights seem to get darker. He’s checking his phone all through the night, seeing if you’ve texted him and wondering if you’re thinking of him. Wondering who you’re with right now. What you’re doing. What you’re doing with the person you’re with right now. It makes him angry thinking about the possibility that you could be with another guy right now. He knows you went back home to be with family but still, he can’t help but be a little pissed imagining you with someone else.

What the hell am I thinking?

It’s late by the time Miguel decides he’s had enough. He says bye to Peter and starts heading out, pushing through everyone still crowding and moving. Making his way to the door and out into the hall. Sighing deeply once he gets out into the fresher air of the hallway, he straightens out the sleeve of his black varsity jacket. He looks to his left and his dark eyes narrow. Of course Dana is standing there. Totally wasted and leaning against the wall. He stays silent and just watches her, his instinct telling him to just walk away, leave her here. But he goes against his better judgment.

He stands there, glaring at her and keeps his hands in his pockets. He can see she’s completely drunk and not in her right mind at the moment. She may be a bitch but she is drunk and alone, maybe he shouldn’t just leave her here. If she were you right now, he’d bring you home himself to make sure you got there safely. He wonders if you need him at this moment even when you’re so many miles away.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I wai- was waiting for you…” Dana mumbles incoherently and smiles at him. “I don’t get you O’Hara… where’d you go?” She smiles and stumbles on her heels towards him, and he only catches her when she’s about to face plant into him. “Alright, come on now…” He grunts and tries to push her up to get her back on her feet. This is what he gets the one time he tries to be a little nice and not abandon her alone here. Her hands are all over him, in his hair and on his belt, tugging on him and pulling herself closer to him. “Just let me suck you off, okay?” She mumbles out of nowhere and starts messing with his belt buckle. She tries to get close, close enough to kiss him, reeking of cheap booze. His eyes widen and his lip snarls up in disgust. “What? No… cut it out.” He warns her, annoyed, trying to push her hands off without being too rough. He understands this situation could be taken out of context. She descends to her knees in front of him, he looks both ways down the hall for anyone coming, or anyone standing around. “Get up Dana.” He growls and she smirks up at him. “Oh come on.. don’t tell me you’re gonna say no to this… I literally send you nudes and you don’t even respond, what the fuck?” Dana whines drunkenly. Miguel’s disgusted. Dana has been walking on thin ice for a very long time. He should have blocked her when she texted him those pictures out of the blue and he should have just left her alone here when he had the chance. “You’re insane, stop it.” He scowls down at her and pries her hands off of his belt that’s half undone.

A month ago, Miguel probably would have let her blow him. Sure she’s annoying as all hell but that’s the kind of thing he’d probably enjoy. Fucking her so hard that she’d hate him afterwards. He probably should have done it a long time ago. That’s what he’d usually go for… someone who wanted it. Naive. Like you. He used to be proud of how many people he had in his circle that would give him whatever he wanted on the regular. They begged him for it, just like Dana is doing now. And that always made him feel good.

“What’s wrong, what are you whipped or something?” She teases with empty accusations, still on her knees and trying to get to his head. She’s never known Miguel O’Hara to have a serious relationship with anyone. No one has. “No. The fuck is wrong with you?” He growls angrily that she would even suggest that. “Then what’s your problem?” She groans and puts her hands on his belt again, trying to pull his hips forward. He’d lose his shit if people started viewing him in any other way than what he’s allowed. He needs to control what people think about him.

“You’re my problem.” He seethes and grabs a fistful of her hair in his hand. She gasps and smiles drunkenly, her hands rubbing down on him and thinking she's about to get exactly what she wants. He could just shove himself in her mouth and shut her up, maybe that would be easier. Just like last time. Use her for an easy fuck, maybe get his head straight after not hearing from you for days and not understanding what he’s feeling right now. Maybe he could just force himself to think of you as she does it. Try to ignore what’s actually happening and imagine it’s you. It’s probably the only way he’d manage to get hard. “Come on, I’ll be yours for the night, let’s just do it” Dana smirks and licks her lips running her hands up his shirt. His face hardens.

“…I’ll be yours…” Dana’s words echo in his head. But her voice is replaced with yours. “I want to be yours…” Your breathless voice rings out clearly in his mind. His first time with you, when he wanted you to be his and you said yes, and he felt his heart fluttering in his chest. He’d planned to use you like he’d used so many people before, just to get what he wanted. But what happened surprised him. He’d never felt that way with anyone before. He didn’t even know he was asking you to be his until the words flowed from his lips unrestrained. He’d never had the feeling of butterflies before and it makes him feel strange. Makes him feel weak. Makes him feel stupid. That’s why he doesn’t want to discuss all the relationship shit with you because he’s so damn bad at all of it. And he doesn’t even believe in any of it! Love is a transaction, it’s an exchange. It’s a business deal. What he feels doesn’t matter because it will never lead to anything worth his time.

“Get the fuck off me.” He growls and lets go of Dana’s hair, pushing her hands off and stepping back from her with an angry scowl. “I can get anyone I want. I just don’t want you.” He says meanly and Dana’s face looks hurt. “Don’t think for a second that I can’t do whatever the fuck I want.” He says threateningly and she backs up a bit, feeling intimidated which is exactly how he wants her to feel. That’s how he wants everyone to feel. He steps forward, towering over her, wanting to fuck that look off her face. Make her hate him so she’ll leave him alone. It would probably be very easy for him.

They get back to his dorm and he slams the door behind him. How dare Dana make him feel like he wasn’t acting the way he always does? And Peter noticing Miguel was behaving differently? He’s behaving the same way he always has. Nothing has changed. He wouldn't let anything change. He’s Miguel fucking O’Hara and he’s never had to work hard to get the things he wants. And not hearing from you for three days is making his head spin, and he can’t help but picture you getting fucked by some guy that’s not him. He throws Dana on the bed, pulling her by the ankles and grabbing her face. Could she handle him if she tried? The answer is no.

“You really like to get on my fucking nerves, don’t you?” He seethes, holding her face in his hand. Scowling at her and ready to fuck the bitch right now.

Ding!

His red hot rage is interrupted by his phone going off. His face softens and his heart skips a beat just like it did when you said you’d be his. He can’t control that feeling. Miguel picks up his phone, seeing your name pop up and his eyes dart around the screen reading it.

“Came back early :)”

He sighs audibly, a mix of relief and frustration at the same time.“Coming now” He texts right back. “What is it?” Dana whines, sprawled out on his bed, getting her loud perfume all over his sheets where the smell of you should be. “Get out.” He demands, stepping back and going to put on his jacket again to go. “What?! Are you serious?” She glares. “Yes! Get the FUCK. OUT!” He yells and her jaw drops, scurrying off his bed and running out the door.

He runs his hands through his hair, breathing heavy and seething angry. Looking for something to punch. He storms out the door and starts making his way over to you.

He gets to your door knocking hard. He’s wound tight, angry, confused. He takes a tense breath, letting it out slow, tapping his knuckles on the door and waiting in silence. He hears your steps, and his heart beats fast. He hears you opening the door and he gets nervous himself. What the hell is going on with him? He’s not used to feeling this way. And he’s also not used to being out of control of his feelings.

When you open the door, his eyes lock on your face. And it’s almost like everything slows down. And everything becomes so very crystal clear. He’s feeling so many things at once, all flooding and cross contaminating in his mind. How did you do this to him? Was it your doing? Or his? He’s used to being in control and for some reason it’s like his foot is on the gas and yours is on the brake. Or maybe the other way around? Or maybe both at the same time.

“Hey” You greet him with a smile and it’s like he can breathe again. It’s like the runaway train finally stops at the station, and you’re waiting there for him.

“Hi” He smiles with a sigh and lets his shoulder relax a little. Finding a bit of comfort in the warmth of your eyes and the gentleness of your smile. “Come on in…” You step aside for him to come inside and he does, taking off his jacket and running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry, it’s a little messy, I’m still unpacking stuff.” You say. “It’s okay…” He assures you and looks down at you before him. His hand comes up to your chin, his thumb pressing just below your bottom lip. He leans down and kisses you softly. Your taste, your lips, the drug he’s been needing, finally reentering his system. Your eyes flutter closed and you melt against his lips, kissing him back eagerly. He presses down on your chin with his thumb, parting your lips for you, giving you his tongue. You feel swirls of heat blooming in your chest at his kiss and his taste. It’s another one of those kisses. The ones he always does. The ones that make your knees weak. After swirling his tongue with yours, he gives you a series of little pecks on your lips. So many sometimes to the point that you open your eyes and that’s the only way he’ll stop. But this time you keep your eyes closed and bask in this moment.

You thought a lot about him when you were gone. It was only a few days but it feels like you were able to get your mind clear on a bunch of things. You have feelings for him. Real feelings. Your crush before is nothing compared to how you feel about him now. If anything it’s only gotten stronger. You want to be his for real and you hope he’ll feel the same.

“How did it go?” He asks with a soft smirk, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you, running his hands down your back to your ass. You’ve been so close to him the past month, his touch like this just feels natural. He leans his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in the smell of you, ghosting his lips over your neck. “It was good… a little hectic but good.” You speak softly as he starts kissing your neck and it tickles. “Mhm…” He hums and his hand comes up to the side of your neck, his thumb wrapping around to the other side of your throat. Kissing your neck up to your cheek. He kisses your lips again, deep and intense. His tongue immediately enters your mouth, playing with your tongue and running across your lips. All the while his hand is on your throat like it usually is, his fingers rubbing soft circles into the back of your neck. He pulls away from your lips with a soft smack, going back into your neck for more.

“H-how were things back here?” Your breath hitches at the feeling of him sucking into your neck. As you bring up the past few days his hand on your throat squeezes just a tiny bit, his mind going over just the past few hours alone which were enough to send him into a fit of rage. You really texted him at the exact right moment. If you hadn’t, he could be punching holes in his dorm room walls right now or he could be fucking Dana to dust which is the last thing he’d ever actually want to do. You have a way of doing that to him. Making his mind clear. But he usually finds a way to fuck it up. “It was boring…” He mumbles into your neck. It’s a lie but he doesn’t really want to talk about this weekend. He just wants to forget all of it and focus on you.

With a soft gasp from your lips, his arms scoop under your thighs, to your surprise, picking you up. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and he walks you back to your bed. Wasting no time. He needs to have you. It’s only been three days but that’s way too long. He lowers you down onto the edge of the bed, your back hitting the blankets, his body between your thighs as he leans over you. His big hands run over your thighs as he spreads them wide, pushing down onto you with his hips. You feel his cock through his jeans, heavy and stiff, needing you, as if just the sight, smell and taste of you has made him rock hard in a matter of minutes. He presses his hard-on into you, making sure you feel it, reminding you of what you’ve been missing. At the feeling, you wrap your legs around him, in turn pulling him closer, his clothed dick pressing right where you need him most.

“Eager, little one?” He grins down at you looking down at you with a hint of pride, liking what he’s feeling. “Did you miss this, baby? You miss my cock?” His words are dirty but his voice is sweet. He smiles down at you, watching you grind against him, his eyes lighting up at the sight. His innocent little baby taking what you want. “Yes…” You breathe out, biting down on your bottom lip and feeling him stiff against your sex.

His arms wrap around your lower back and he pulls you closer, pushing himself into you, right where you need him. The barriers of clothing, soon to be removed but he’s just teasing you for now.

His eyes darken a bit as he looks down at you rutting into him like you’re in heat. He’d been worrying so much that you were with someone else. That when you went back home there would be someone waiting, ready to take what’s his. “Have you been with anyone else?” He outright asks you, his deep voice hums as he keeps grinding into you. His voice laced in something possessive, something dark. You look up at him and realize how serious he is about this. “No… I haven’t.” You reply innocently, feeling the heat building and the needy ache in your tummy getting harder to ignore. Does he think you’d be with someone else? You thought he knew you had feelings for him, that you enjoyed being his and only his. “Good…” He grins and leans down real close to your face, his lips dancing over your cheek. “You only cum if it’s on my cock. You understand that?” He whispers in your ear, his hand coming to your hair and pulling your head back slightly. “I-I understand…” You whisper and squirm slightly in his grasp.

“My baby…” He whispers and leans down to kiss your neck, grinding himself into you, the friction sending heat straight to your needy core. You run your fingers through his hair as he sucks brand new hickeys into your skin to replace the ones that have faded with time. You breathe in the smell of him, that you’ve missed so much. But it’s different this time. He smells sort of like perfume. Not any perfume that you’d be familiar with. He comes up to kiss your lips once more, swirling his tongue with yours and sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. It always makes you blush when he does dirty stuff like that. And he smiles watching the red wash over your face. You look in his eyes, your senses dialed to eleven. And he tastes like beer. In fact he sort of smells like alcohol too. He doesn’t seem to notice your apprehension and he leans up, pulling his shirt off, his perfect muscular physique on display in the dim light from the bedside lamp. And he leans back down to kiss your throat. Your hands instinctively go to his back, feeling his muscles as they tense and contract. He’s still moving against you, growing even impossibly harder. “Need you..” He whispers, moving his hand down between your thighs, eager to touch you once again.

“Miguel-“ You say softly and he leans up, kissing you quiet. His hand moving with purpose, under the waistline of your sweatpants and breaching the elastic of your underwear. He bites down on your bottom lip gently, moaning softly into your mouth as his fingers circle your entrance. Your hands go to the backs of his thick arms, holding onto him. His thick digits dip into you, stretching you out after time apart. Your hips wiggling slightly at the feeling, trying to adjust and relax. And he works up a steady pace. Fingering you slow but still intensely, getting you ready for him. A soft moan leaves your lips and he smirks, kissing your cheek. And you smell the perfume again. It’s definitely not a smell you know. It’s someone who was just with him. Who he was just with. Is he drunk? He seems really relaxed. More than usual. The thought of that makes you nervous.

“Miguel…” You hum softly and he kisses your lips again. “I know baby… does that feel good?” He whispers between kisses. His fingers pumping into you with increasing speed, curling and reaching deep to all the sweet spots he’s come to know so well. “Ugh… you make me need you so bad…” He whispers, his thick fingers stretching you out, making you wet for him. Preparing you for his achy, needy cock. He breaks away from your lips, leaning back and working your pants off to keep his fingers pumping into you, and you can’t help but roll your hips into his hand. He smiles and pulls back even more, letting your pants fall to the floor, his hand between your thighs, achingly pulsing and pumping as he runs a free hand up your tummy and under your shirt. Pushing your shirt up over your chest so he can see you. All of you. Naked and hot. He pulls his messy fingers from your heat and you can hear the metal clink of his belt being undone, and he desperately pushes his pants down just far enough to free his cock for you. He’s going fast, he needs this. He needs you. It’s like he finally knows what he’s feeling.

“P-please can you just stop for a second…” You say softly, your hand on his arm as he pressed down on your tummy.

He hears your tone of voice and it’s not what he thought he’d hear. He knows how to read you very well by now and knows the difference between you playing hard to get or when you’re actually serious. This is you being serious.

“Yeah… is something wrong?” He asks softly, stopping himself and any further movements and focusing on your face. He takes his hand away, still leaning over you but not touching you so intimately anymore if you’re telling him to stop like this. “Are you okay?” You ask, looking in his eyes. You’re missing a few pieces to this puzzle and it’s concerning. “I’m fine.” He says lightly, brushing some hair off your forehead and behind your ear.

“Have you been drinking?” You finally outright ask him after tasting it on his tongue. “No…” He lies. And you know it’s a lie. So you just stay silent, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Well I- yeah I had a few beers… ” He finally says after the fact. Sighing a bit. He doesn’t know why he just lied, he just did. “How many beers?” You ask and he sighs again, “Look, I’m not drunk, okay? I’m not…” He says, brushing your hair back on the other side gently. He tries to bring back the mood. Leaning down to kiss you again and you press a hand to his chest.

“Wait.” You say flatly and you’re not done yet. He sighs and leans back, looking at you expectantly. “Were you with someone? Just now?” You ask and his eyes widen a bit. “No?” He lies again. And your eyes narrow. “You smell like perfume.” You say softly. The both of you sit in a beat of silence. The tension rises with every second he’s lying to you. “I was with Dana. But nothing happened.” He finally says simply and now your eyes widen. He was with Dana D’Angelo? And he smells like her perfume? What were they doing that she got her heinous perfume all over him. You frown up at him. “Why did you lie?” You ask. “What, I just told you the truth…” He insists, getting frustrated. “Yeah, after you lied… twice.” You say and he sighs getting defensive. “Can we please just-” He sighs as you pull away from him. Sitting up on the bed and cutting short what he thought was going to happen. He fixes his pants and sits on the edge of the bed facing you. And this conversation is triggering something in him.

“I didn’t know you were sleeping with other people but it’s fine. You didn’t need to lie to me about it.” You say softly, almost heartbroken, fully convinced that he just came from Dana’s bed or something because it certainly seems that way. He sighs. And silence falls.

“I’m not your boyfriend…” He mutters but you catch every word. “I don’t know what you thought was happening here but that’s not it.” He says, not even thinking before he speaks. He’s starting to feel frustrated again. And he feels defensive like you’re trying to force him to feel some certain way about you when in reality, he does have feelings for you. He looks up in your eyes and sees how much that just hurt you. He instantly regrets that. He shouldn’t have said that.

“I know. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.” You say softly. It’s a lie but your instinct was right. He’d be a bad boyfriend. He can’t even make his mind up over you and you’ve been giving yourself to him for a month. He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. His anger from earlier returning once the fog of fondness is erased by his fear of how important you’ve become to him. “This is a good thing… what we have going… don't ruin it.” He says meanly. And he knows it’s mean. “I’m not trying to ruin it… I’m just confused…” You say softly, sensing his rising anger. “Well don’t be confused! Just keep your messy feelings out of this! It shouldn’t be that hard!” He exclaims and he’s becoming the person he was when you were gone. The person he is without you. The man he’s always been. You’ve never had a fight with him before. Because up until now you thought you had a mutual understanding that this was something special. He calls you baby, you’re his little one, he couldn’t bear to spend a second apart from you and now this? Now he’s saying he doesn’t feel anything?

“It is hard for me! It’s hard for me to ignore what I feel for you!” You say close to crying and he scoffs. He can’t hear this. It’s messing with his head. He gets up from your bed, throwing his jacket on and all he wants to do is leave. He can’t hear this. He can’t.

“Miguel, please don’t leave!” You beg him and get off the bed, trying not to let him go. “Please! Talk to me! Tell me what you’re feeling!”

“No! This wasn’t supposed to happen… you were not supposed to happen.” He says harshly and it’s breaking your heart.

Should you tell him you love him? Keep it to yourself? You have a good feeling those three words are the exact ones he’s trying to avoid. “Miguel-”

“You weren't supposed to do this. I wasn’t supposed to do this! This is all… fucking fucked up!” He grits out and starts to leave your dorm. You’ve never seen him like this before and you have no idea what he’s feeling. So all you can do is watch him leave.

“Miguel-” You start but he closes the door before you can say anymore. It’s like every atom in his body told him he had to leave. Even if it’s tearing him apart. He said he’d keep you, he said you were his. And you believed him.

To be continued…

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[ribbonprincess]

can you do a fic rafe x latina reader where he meets her family and everyone’s like shocked she’s dating a white boy but they absolutely adore him😭💕💕💕

note: this is such a cute idea!!😭🫶🏻

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You're standing next to Rafe on the doorstep of your family's house,a hand wrapped securely around his bicep as he has his own hold on your waist. "okay,you just be...you but a little calmer and you'll be fine,okay? they can be a bit intimidating but I promise they're nice and fun!" Rafe's nod, taking one last deep breath while you ring the doorbell,your uncle is the one to answer the door "oh,Mija! come in" he smiles,bringing you into a hug before noticing Rafe's presence "and who's this?"

"uncle...this is my boyfriend Rafe" you smile,letting the pair stare at each other for a second before your uncle's bringing him into a hug "nice to you meet you,I'm Miguel aka the favorite uncle!" You chuckle to yourself,dragging Rafe around to meet anyone else,they all have similar reactions,a bit surprised at first but immediately warms up...there's only one person you're scared and impatient to let meet Rafe,your abuela.

"abuela... ¿Cómo estás?" your grandma beams happily at your presence quickly smothering you in kisses and big hugs,talking about how "you've gotten so pretty mi amor!una verdadera mujer!" you smile at her,moving to the side to make Rafe noticeable,which is not hard thanks to his height and build. "abuela..this is my boyfriend,his name is Rafe."

Your grandma is scrutinizing him,looking him up and down with squinted eyes and a tilted head as she slowly approaches him "hm..do you like spicy food, Rafe?" she asks him, Rafe quickly throws a glance at you,getting just a shrug of your shoulders as an answer before he nods."Yeah...I really like spicy food" "good...good,come with me" she says,dragging him to the kitchen with a proud smile "you chose a good one darling!" she shouts over her shoulder before disappearing with your boyfriend.