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Your middle-aged, loser Genetics professor who has a dad bod <3
Part 9
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Miguel waits in his car, his gaze not fixated on anything specific; simply forward. He rests his forearm on the car door, window down. The thick hairs of his arm raise as his mind ventures, replaying the past few hours in his mind. A low hum stirs against his chest. Thereâs a sort of glow he emulates as he sits there idly, smizing at nothing in particular. He probably looks like a total creep with how heâs grinning in his car, alone, looking off into space. No passenger. You've sat there for the past few months, from campus to your place, and vice versa. But today, you arenât there, yet heâs happy. His heartbeat intensifies, his stomach contracting once or twice due to unfiltered chuckles. As he waits patiently in the car, he lets it consume him, the memory of that morning, and he closes his eyes.
âOkay, what do you think?â you reach your arms out as if to present a prize, and the winner is Miguel. Miguel, who looks uncomfortable in your too-small-for-him lounge chair but shows no sign of strain on his face, fixes his glasses and observes with love-sickened eyes. After a simple, romantic breakfast at his place, he insisted on taking you back home so that you could get ready. Then after dropping you off, you figured he might as well stay so he can take you to the ceremony, too.
âIs it too much?â You give a little twirl.
His eyes scan thoroughly scan you. âJesus⌠Howâd I get so lucky?â The question sounds genuine, as if needing an actual answer. âYouâre beautiful, mama.â
This makes you smile in return. You look to the mirror to see if Miguel is right (obviously, he is), running your hands over your pre-planned graduation outfit. Today, you receive your hard-earned Masterâs Degree, and even though throughout the year you were convinced you wouldnât be, youâre feeling more nervous than ever. âPicked it myself.â Your voice wavers just a hint. Has two years really gone by so fast? More specifically, the second year of your grad. The first one felt like eons. Maybe itâs just because you didnât score an Adonis of a professor that year.
Miguel stands from his chair and comes from behind, his hands snaking through the gap between your arms and waist, holding you tightly against his plush exterior, âI just wish I was the one who got it for you.â and a kiss is pressed to your temple. His grasp seemed to soothe your nerves a bit, your body sinking into his natural warmth and plush. You can see his face through the mirror, the absence of doubt and judgment in his expression making you fall all over again. You really were a lucky girl. He looks at you with such reverence. And maybe a touch of arousal. Those arenât his keys you feel on your backside.
âOh, stop. Youâve given me more than enough, Miguel. All I need is you.â With his chin resting on the top of your head, you reach to cup his face, a picture-perfect moment displayed on the full-length mirror. He whispers into your ear, âGiving you lessons doesnât count, thatâs just my job. te voy a dar el mundo, mi Vida.â
âRight, right, and Iâm guessing giving me that necklace was a part of your job description?â
You win a rich, dark chuckle from him, but he ignores you, still sprinkling kisses on your skin, his bifocals bending out of place at times. You giggle and even try to break away, but he doesnât budge. You fight the urge to kiss back just to spite him.
âOr that skirt? Or those shoes? Or that one purse? Damn, how much does the school pay you?â
And before you can further argue, he presses more kisses onto you, almost sending both of you to topple over. âJust let me spoil you, mama.â He speaks against your jaw.
âMiguel!â the gravel chuckle of his voice continues to rumble against the side of your neck. You canât complain and never will, but the difference between Miguel now versus the Miguel you met still leaves you baffled to this day. Or it isnât much of a difference or change, really, but rather an unmasking. This Miguel was just stowed away until further notice; placed in the backest corner of the freezer to never see the light of day. This is the person Miguel was dying to show, he just needed the right person to coax it out of him. Now you have him attacking you with wet kisses in the middle of your living room, his hulking arms locked around you with no chance at an escape.
âRight, enough fooling around and help me into this, will you!â Reluctantly, heâll let you move your hair for better access to the still-open zipper of your outfit.
âFine. On one condition.â
Sigh. âYes?â
âUn besito.â
âOh my God.â
âTake it or leave it. Last offer. Donât make me make it two.â
âGiven thereâs no one else around to zip me up, I guess I have no choice. Just my luck.â you joke, eagerly leaning your head back against his chest, granting his kiss entry to your neck, your chin, and then lastly, your lip. And then one kiss turned to multiple. If you werenât so completely lost in his tongue and lips, youâd notice his hand rested and wrapped around your neck. The minor callouses provided a sensation that only added to the fervor of the exchange. Once yâall finally pull away, low eyes traveling in triangles, he politely requests, âStep forward for me.â
You move forward slightly so as to give him space to zip you up. But before he can do the job, he takes a second to look over the details of your back, a part of your body his hands have gotten to know very well, but his eyes havenât gotten the same pleasure of. Miguel was very good at respecting your boundaries and wishes, which meant a lot (a lot) of making out, but nothing further than that. He notes to himself how soft it looks, the hills and curves of your spine creating a Grecian masterpiece.
And you can practically feel his eyes roam every inch of exposed skin, making you feel like art. You think to say something, but youâd rather let Miguel have this moment, and you let yourself have it, too. Youâd often think about what itâd be like to see Miguelâs reaction to you. All of you. Heâs made you feel nothing but like a deity for the duration of your budding, unlabeled relationship, and youâve been fully clothed at all times. You can only imagine how heâll act when youâre completely bare.
You know for sure he loves you. He said so. And heâs shown it to you. Youâve decided that being that vulnerable with him is something you want, itâs only a matter of when.
You start to hear the friction of the tab pulling the teeth together, one by one, thatâs how slow Miguel was going. Unable to resist the urge, he stops the zipper and reaches to plant a tender kiss on the back of whatâs left of your exposed neck. âI could do this every day, you know?â he admits softly, like a hymn. You turn, not completely, just so that your face is to him, ââEverydayâ? For how long?â You know the answer, kind of, but thereâs still curiosity in what heâll say. There are so many instances where you wait for Miguel to say the wrong thing; to do something thatâll break this spell, but he hasnât. He just doesnât have the capacity to. Heâs perfect in your eyes.
âFor however long youâll have me. Which Iâm really hoping is forever or else thisâll be extremely embarrassing.â
Damn, he said the right thing. People can say his stab at humor is mediocre all they want, but Miguel never ceases to make you snicker. If you opened an Oxford Dictionary to âadorableâ, itâd have his picture.
âWho am I kidding, you could absolutely humiliate me and Iâd still say âthank youâ.â
âOh, thisâll make some good blackmail.â you finally turn around to tauntingly wave your index finger at his amused expression.
âOye, Final exam grades arenât due âtil next month, so Iâd be careful if I were you.â his brow perks when he says âyouâ, and your only response is a sarcastic âOoooooâ before youâre muffled by the millionth kiss of the day, but whoâs counting?
âThere. Secured. Anything else, princesa?â
You take a deep breath, getting in one last overall look in the mirror before facing him, âOkay, yeah, Iâm ready. Just need my chauffeur.â You look over at Miguel, who looks back at you confused, then looks around knowing fully well thereâs no one else except the two of you.
âOh, yeah? Who?â
Ha ha ha. Very Funny. If expressions could talk, this is what yours wouldâve said.
Miguel smiles, taking your hand to kiss the back of it, and rubs your knuckles with his thumb as an apology. âYour chariot awaits, your majesty.â
Wait, where is he going?
âMig, stadiumâs that way.â your thumb points toward the window next to you, the street that leads to the graduation growing farther and farther.
Despite that a mistake has obviously been made, Miguel looks indifferent, eyes aimed straight at the road before them with no sign of a doubt. He huffs from his nose before responding, âI know,â his thumb runs across the back of your hand, âI have something for you, though.â He takes your hand up to his lips, a smile creeping up on your features.
âAt your office?â
âAccidentally left it there.â
What is he up to?
His crooked smile tells you a different story. Miguel can feel you questioning him. You can see him physically gather his words in the driver's seat.
âRemember when⌠we were in the library one of those first nights and we exchanged books?â
You nod. How could you forget?
âAnd I told you about Gabriella?â
You nod again. Heâs asking obvious questions here, itâs sort of scaring you.
âThat was my first time talking about her with someone. In years.â His chest and belly deflate as if releasing a weight heâs held onto, âAnd youâre also the first person whoâs said her name out loud. Someone other than me. In a very long time.â
You listen intently, everything that has happened up until now making more sense with this piece of information. You always knew the painful fact that Miguel has been by himself mostly since starting teaching, but it stings even more knowing that heâs never opened up to anyone about this. No one to turn to. No one to be soft with. Sure, he had his friends, from what you remember him telling you about his hero, multi-dimension, whatever-it-was days, but to your understanding, they all left him alone. By means of Miguelâs requests. He wanted those days to be over completely.
âShe was beginning to feel like- I donât know. Like a figment of my imagination. Photos and videos that I rewatch and stare at every single day were starting to⌠go stale,â this admission makes him wince in shame, âI replay them over and over again⌠and nothing new. I know what happens in each and every single one of them. And it ends up hurting every single time. I didnât know how much more I couldâve taken before stopping altogether.â His lips purse, the guilt seeping from every inch of him. âWell, at some point, I even became afraid. Terrified that I was starting to forget the little things about her, or worse, that Iâd move on,â
You didnât even notice, but the car had been parked minutes ago, itâs only when he turns his face to look at you, eyes beginning to gloss, when you realize the car had stopped.
âUntil that night.â His narrow gaze softens.
âThe night at the library⌠I told you things that I hadnât even thought about until that night. Like, for example, how she liked to match the color of her hair ties to her shirt,â Miguel allows himself to softly beam with this memory, âor whenever Iâd fall asleep on the couch, sheâd always, always, place a blanket on my feet so that âthe monsters donât get meâ,â you both giggle at this, âLike those things? They had just come back to me in that moment.â
You both had entered campus grounds and turned to his office door, and he whipped out his keys, the metal hitting against the doorknob. The halls are quiet and hollow. It feels like the end of an academic year.
âI just never thought I could possibly let those things slip.â His voice lowers, an air of disbelief in his words.
âWill you ever stop loving her?â
âOf course not. Never.â
âThen she will live on forever. Youâve proven to yourself that youâll never let the small things leave. Theyâll always come back to you.â
Miguel smiles to himself, thinking about this.
He heads toward his bookshelf, reaching for something, but you canât see given that he himself blocks the entire view of it. âWhen I hear you say her name,â you see his head bow down at something in his hand, âYou sound so⌠lively... If that makes sense? Like⌠as if she were still here, as if you knew her. It meant a lot to me. Even in the way you talked about her. Maybe it explains why I was able to recall so much.â
He turns around to you, and you can only make out something small in his hand; something blue?
âI figured that, if she were still here, sheâd want you to have this.â
He unfurls his hand and out blossoms a satin blue ribbon formed in a rosette; the words âfirst placeâ are displayed in the center. âWear it today?â He stands before you, the dwarfed ribbon sitting in his hand. His request sounds more like a plea.
âHer teammates gave it to her when she scored their winning goal. She was so happy. It was her last game before she-â Both gazes leave the ribbon and land on each other, glossed and daring to well.
He clears his throat, âShe used to- used to show it off any chance she could,â His eyes well up, but regardless of presuming tears, he looks down at the ribbon with a soft smile.
âMiguel,â Your head slowly shakes from side to side, âI canât.â
âYes you can,â he persists, âTake it, itâs yours.â He insists through choked words. He places the ribbon in your hand, folding your fingers in, hoping that youâll accept his gift.
Here stands a man youâve been falling so hard for for the past year, who is not only giving you a piece of his late daughterâs life, but insisting you take it. You havenât been around enough to know what love is, but with what Miguel is doing right now, youâre starting to think maybe this is what it might look like. When you started seeing Miguel, who was your professor, you didnât think all those thoughts of him being yours would ever have come true. You knew it was silly, childish, and most importantly, out of the question. Yet here he is, giving you a piece of himself. This isnât casual anymore. So he did really mean those three sacred words said last night and this morning.
After letting the ribbon sit there for just seconds but what feels like minutes, you take his hand back, but the ribbon is now pressed between you and Miguelâs palms. You give it a tight squeeze, taking in a deep breath. âItâs ours.â
You look up at him, a trail of a tear down your cheek. âBecause Iâm yours, if youâll have me,â a bright smile grows behind your wet eyes. âAnd Iâm really hoping itâs forever, or else thisâll be extremely embarrassing.â You actually laugh, and so does he, pooling eyes and all.
âYouâre stuck with me. I love you.â
With those words, it was like the past five years of being alone became all worth it. All the lonely nights, all the predictive mornings, and the dune of a civilian life he was leading came crashing down on him because he knew a new one was dawning. Still civilian, but now, he has someone to put all the love he has to offer into. All his fears, all his insecurities, it all dissolved. The label of your relationship was blurry, uncertain if this was the kind of thing you entertained for only a bit and never spoke of again or something worthwhile. If last night wasnât a confirmation of the answer, then this moment was, marking it as the official beginning of a romantic, exclusive, official relationship.
âI love you. I love you. Te amo. Te quiero. I love you. I love you⌠I love youâŚâ his soft declarations are muffled in kisses on any spot he could get to. All those fantasies heâs conjured in his mind where you two live together, share a life, make a life⌠or two⌠or three⌠or however many youâre willing to carry, he doesnât care, all of those scenarios now seem like promises. Like a nearby reality. Solitary nights dreaming about you in ways that leave him hot and bothered will finally come to an end. On a more suggestive note, Heâll finally be able to get through class without raging hard-ons again.
âI love you.â You manage to breathe out between kisses. Arms wrap around the back, hands wrap around the neck, fingers rake through tussles of hair, and legs begin to lose balance and find their way to the edge of Miguelâs desk. Visions become blurred, ears begin to grow hot, and heart rates quicken with beats large enough to feel on each otherâs chests. You two are much too deep in it that you donât hear the creaking of the wood underneath you. âYes. Please.â Miguel hears your whisper, moving his head to look you in the eye. âYou meanâŚ?â He asks gently, to which you nod, repeating your plea. Without much thinking, Miguel taps your thigh. This was it. Miguel didnât hear you say the exact words, but he knew. He knew what you were saying yes to. You, much less thinking, instinctively raise your leg, allowing Miguel to prop you onto the desk. âI love you. So much, itâs crazy, Miguel. God, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.â You mewl in his ear, and in return, Miguel, with softly knitted brows, lets out a pathetic groan. Miguel may be quiet in everyday life, but when it came to the two of you, alone, he wasnât afraid of being vocal about what he liked, and right now, with what youâre saying plus your legs wrapping securely around his waist seemed to have both an audible and physical effect on him. A big physical effect.
Is this the right spot to do this right now? Couldnât yâall get in trouble? Was this even a good time?
These are questions that a sane person would probably think of, but with the current circumstances, you simply couldnât give a damn, let alone Miguel. Even if you tried, you donât think you wouldâve even had enough brain wattage to string a single thought with Miguel touching you like this. However, if you had the luxury of logic, youâd know that:
1. Getting in trouble isnât of concern since faculty are either at home starting the Summer theyâve been so impatiently waiting for, and students are at home doing the same or at the stadium.
2. Given that the ceremony wonât start until another 2 hours from now, itâll give you both plenty of time. The traffic wouldâve been dreadful anyway, so might as well just show up at the last minute.
3. What better place than here⌠where you two met.
You breathe heavily along with Miguel, âRemember⌠the first meeting⌠I sat right in front of this desk,â Miguel makes an effort to listen, but heâs currently too occupied with straining his hard-on against your heat, âMm-ohâŚnow look at us.â your breathless voice and coquettish smirk goes straight to Miguelâs cock, the feeling of his pants shrinking in size making him hot all over. Trapping your lips between his over and over again. You're pretty much without oxygen at this point, but you donât care, it feels amazing. His teeth on your lips, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass deeper against his length. Your fingers tugged onto his now disheveled curls and he whined. He whined.
âMama, you donât wanna know how many times Iâve imagined this moment. Fuck, am I dreaming again?â His words hit your skin like the thick air after a calm rain.
You cup his face in your hands, pulling him from your neck, and youâre met with a lust-drunken, devoted worshipper; a big man thatâs been stricken of sex for far too long. In doing so, you notice the ribbon still in your hand, which knocks a bit of sobriety back into you. Itâs almost like Miguel read your mind because the same alarm goes off in his head. With that, the two of you are quick to mend one tiny problem.
Miguel, still between your legs, reaches over to lower any pictures he has of Gabriella, faced down on the shelf. As for you, you stash the ribbon safely in a drawer right behind you. Gabriella shouldnât be present for this.
Capturing you in a kiss again, your hand ends up untucking his shirt, resting on his stomach, your fingers caressing his skin. He huffs, slightly tickled by your soft touch along his belly. The corner of his lip curves into a dorky smirk as you sneak your hand into the waistband of his slacks and boxers, pushing past his dark happy trail. âOh fuck. Havenât been touched like this in so long,â The clank of his belt buckle rings in your ears, making you pulsate, âI need you. So fucking badly.â
âKeep talking. Please.â You murmur, unbuttoning his shirt, unveiling a plethora of chest hair covering a body fit to raise your future children.
âSo lonely, honey⌠miss you every night when I come home. Miss you so much in the mornings, it hurts.â
Once his shirt is on the floor, with hands and eyes, you revel in all his glory: six feet and nine inches of caramel deliciousness, coated in equal parts of muscle and fluff. You could come undone just from this sight.
His hand holds your chin with a soft caress of his thumb, âI used to look a lot better back then. Iâll work on it.â
You pull him down by his neck to eye level in protest. âDonât you dare change a single thing on this body. Youâre perfect. Youâre beautiful. Finest man Iâve ever laid eyes on.â Oh, that made his dick twitch. Your free hand wraps around his broad shoulders while the other is in his hair, smashing faces. Miguel, with no hesitation, swipes everything off the desk and instantly pushes you onto your back, his soft husky exterior pressing you against the cold wood. Tongues are down throats. He stutters as his dick twitches, âTell me I can eat you out.â The question and tone of voice alone make your back arch. You kiss even deeper, tongues intertwining as he moans in your mouth.
âGod, yes, please, Mig, please-â
He gives a vicious squeeze to your ass, reminding you of his pure strength, âThatâs not what I want. Usa tus palabras, mamita.â Your begging makes his cock ache, but he needs to hear the words. He needs to know you want this as much as he does. He needs your permission.
Your top lip curls before you speak again through hooded eyes, âProfessor,â the name catches him off guard, âplease⌠fuck me with your mouth.â
You were playing a dangerous game. Before you was a sexually deprived middle-aged man whoâd been silently pining for you since day one, and you were begging him to treat your cunt like a 5-star meal. Having a gorgeous girl like you pleading for him to tongue fuck you like you deserved, it was driving him crazy. He wasted no time going down to the most sacred corner of this divine body.
âFunny⌠I zipped this up not even half an hour ago.â
âHey, hey, careful, I still have a ceremony to wear this to.â
You had a point. And as if you were a gift, he bunches the fabric high enough to reveal some panties heâd recently given you. If it wasnât for him wanting to last for both hours until the ceremony, he wouldâve came right then and there. He looks at you with darkened eyes, a gaze intense enough to strip the cockiness from you, your cheeks growing hot from the act, âWhat? I assumed this was gonna happen later-â
Miguel cuts your sentence short with a French kiss to your clit through the thin lace, the combination of his nose, tongue, and breath on your heat making your thighs shake. â So wet⌠you always this wet during class? Fuck.â With how Miguel was moaning and groaning against your sensitive skin, youâd assume he got more pleasure in giving you head than you did receiving it. Your hand darts for his scalp, the other holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life once he hooks the panty with his finger to move it out of the way, pursuing even more thirstily now. The wood creaks with each buck of your hips, but with the way Miguelâs arms hold your weight on his wide shoulders effortlessly, it doesnât phase you. Breathless prayers of his name left your lips, panting softly as your head fell back against the table. You can feel the bundle in your core form as your whimpers turn to wails.
âMig, sâgood, feels so good. Iâm close, pleasepleaseplease-â
Meanwhile, his eyes were practically to the back of his head, hips pathetically bucking to the matching rhythm of your hips as he took turns treating your clit like a lollipop and your entrance like a fleshlight. âMâgonna- aw fuck⌠voy a cuidarte, mamita, donât you worry your pretty little head.â you hear through a whine before his tongue is back at it again. His hands take turns squeezing your thighs tighter around his head and occasionally using his forefingers to stimulate your sensitive bud. His glasses start to fog, and his eyes are covered by humid lenses. This was starting to obscure his perfect view of you and your euphoric expressions, and he just couldnât have that. So, he pulled away for only a millisecond just to basically rip them off and he was right back to devouring your weeping cunt. Thereâs no way he was missing this.
Youâre choked whines signify the peak, your body trembling uncontrollably. This will be the first of many, and heâs only getting started. When the man promises to take care of you, heâs gonna take care of you.
He spends the remainder of your climax lovingly rubbing his fingers up and down your pussy, making sure you ride it out all the way to the very end.
âGood, baby? You okay?â he purs back into your ear, tenderly caressing your thighs and planting gentle kisses of reassurance on your face. You nod with half-lidded eyes, catching your breath before replying âyesâ.
âTell me what you want, mama.â
âFuck me, professor. Please?â
âSay that again.â
You look at him above you, your legs pulling his waist closer so that his aching length meets your pulsing core, âPlease, I want you to fuck me, professor.â Whilst maintaining eye contact, Miguel reaches down to put your hand on the bulge. âLook what you do to me.â Your theory of his size is confirmed.
âThis what you wanted?â
âNeed it.â
âCâmere.â
Miguel sits you up, telling you to relax since âheâll do all the workâ. He carries you to his office couch. He plops onto the cushions with you straddled on his lap. While he has your tongue entwined with his, he releases his cock from the restraints of his boxers, the base erects against his lower belly. Not wanting to waste another second, although the view of it was mesmerizing, you sit up on your knees to line yourself up with him, but Miguel sits you back down, âNo hay prisa, mamita, need to get you ready, but first,â His hand snakes to the back of the zipper, and the dress unveils, âNeed to see all of you, beautiful.â you seem to knock the air out of him as he lets his hands explore you, your breasts the perfect hand full. âYouâre so fucking hot.â He even looks up for a moment and thanks God for blessing him with someone like you, making you look down at the endearing gesture.
Your body goes limp once he laps at your chest, sucking and pulling like it was his first meal in ages. The feeling of his tongue circulating your hardened buds made you clench around nothing. He has you in a bear hug, front sides pressed against each other. The small room seems to disappear around the two of you, totally forgetting where you are, in both space and time. Itâs just you, Miguel, and the beautiful sounds of pure, raw pleasure.
âMig, wanna make you feel good, too.â
Miguel unwillingly pulls away, only half-hearing what you said, and not given even a chance to process. Youâve already positioned yourself on your hands and knees next to him on the couch. Kitten licks and tender sucks to the tip send Miguelâs head falling against the back of the couch. You know heâs needing more when his hips buck upward, and youâre more than willing to give it to him. Occasionally, youâd rest your head against his stomach chub to give him a few rewarding strokes, admiring his size, just to let it sink back into your hollowed mouth. You managed to get Miguel growling, hoarse moans spilling from his bitten lips as you tend to his stiffened cock that youâve daydreamed of tasting.
âBaby, please, slow down, not gonna last long.â But it was no use. You were relentless on his aching manhood. The only way to get you to go easy on him was to reach over your ass and pump his fingers into you, so thatâs exactly what he did. You whine with his tip in the back of your throat, but youâre able to still keep him in. To Miguelâs hopes, you do slow down, the mutual pleasure putting both of you in sync.
âLetâs come together, mamita, hm? Can I put another one in, baby?â
He takes your eye contact as a cue to put in a third, thick finger, eliciting a high-pitched moan against his veiny shaft. Having both ends of you completely filled was, in all honesty, a bit overwhelming, but itâs the best feeling youâve ever felt. Thereâs no one else you wouldâve rathered have you like this than your Mig.
His fingers get faster, and your strength to keep his cock inside is dwindling, but for him, you try, nonetheless.
âThatâs it, mamita, thatâs itâŚâ His fingers are unbelievably fast at the point, droplets sent flying and falling onto the fabric of the couch. Thatâs something heâll worry about later, but right now, his goal was to get you absolutely fucked out and coming all over his hand. Unable to hold it anymore, you free him from your mouth, letting yourself cry and whine freely as he finger fucks your second orgasm out of you. Still determined to have him come with you, you pump him with your hand as you ride off your high on his hand. Miguel wants to praise you, but his panting and mewling get in the way. You had this gentle giant making what would be considered embarrassing noises, but symphonic music to your ears. At the first sign of his juices, you place him back into your mouth, but this time, he holds your hair and fucks up into your mouth in short, fast, desperate thrusts until heâs finished.
You donât even let him have a moment to breathe once you start kissing up his happy trail and to his stomach; what once was a pack of abs has given way to pudge. You kiss a little higher, giving his pec a gentle lick where itâs most sensitive, making him sharply inhale as a result. They proceed to the valley of his pecs, up his neck, to his jaw, and cheek. If Miguel still had doubts in the back of his mind about your love for his body, theyâve vanished now.
Your lips meet now, and various soft âI love youâsâ are exchanged.
âJust want you to sit back nâ relax now, mami. Wanna see that gorgeous face,â Holding onto your head and lower back, he carefully lays you on the couch, âCan I?â The gentle dominance this man radiated was good enough to make you already contemplate marriage. The expression on his face reflected utter devotion and praise. You thought his kind were only written in books.
âOf course, professor. Gotta repay you for all those private sessions.â Even after two orgasms, you still had to keep the cliche going. Miguel was unable to help a small chuckle. He had no problem playing right along, though. âYou made it so hard to focus in class, you know that?â His voice is dark and low, a stark contrast to the noises he was making just a minute ago. He speaks while spreading your legs like precious artifacts, lining himself up. Finally.
âSitting there all gorgeous nâ smart. Drove me insane.â He whispers into your ear, his leaking tip making a connection to your entrance. âAnd then having the audacity to help your classmates? How dare you have a heart just as beautiful.â He kisses you while sliding inside, muffling your gasp.
He tuts against your mouth, âYo se, bebita, me tooâŚmmnnshit,â His hand caresses your hair in an effort to soothe at least some tension, âIâll go slow, mama, mâkay? Gonna take care of y- oh fuck,â His forehead presses against yours, his free hand holding onto yours as he slowly slides in and out, gauging how deep you can take him. The stretch induces a euphoric pain, causing you to squeeze his hand, but he squeezes right back, your cunt sucking him in all too well.
Miguel starts to go stupid once heâs halfway in. The sensation has him beginning to babble, choked words coming out in a gentle lull.âQue ricoâŚFeel good, mamita? Itâs okay mama, let me hear you. Please, let me hear you.â He talks delicately as he continues to go in and slowly draw out with only half of himself, just to be sure you're warmed up enough for all of him. Your eyes are closed, trying to focus on breathing, but it only makes it more difficult. It worries Miguel. âToo much, baby? Iâll stop.â And just as heâs about to pull out, you use your other hand that was clinging onto the arm of the chair to stop him, âNonono, please,â He lowers himself, still connected, âNeed you, Mig. Please, keep going, donât stop.â You beg, the undeniable need in your voice making Miguel go weak. He puts all his weight on you, cautiously going all the way inside. When he gets as deep as he possibly can, his tip kissing you right in the perfect spot, he pecks your forehead before telling you, âYou look so pretty taking it, beba.â
Miguelâs words are slurred as he begins fucking you, thick fingers playing at your clit as he does. He canât help but prop himself on his elbow just to get a look of himself going in and out of you, the slick sounds and what looks like a bulge of his cock sending him into insanity, driving him to go desperately faster. He gets lost in the way every time he pumps in, he creates a hill in your stomach. You look down, too, seeing what heâs seeing, and it only makes his name fall from your mouth embarrassingly loud, as well as telling him how good he feels and how much you love him, every syllable coming out with pure verity.
Not now since youâre too busy getting amazingly fucked, but later on, youâll surely think about how good of stamina Miguel has for his age. He shouldâve been tired by now, but the man was rutting and there was no sign of him slowing down anytime soon. When his mouth wasnât latched onto yours, heâd speak nonsense to you. Heâd let out long, exasperated âYesâsâ into your ear, unafraid to let his unfiltered noises fill the room. When he knew he was being too rough, heâd slow his thrusts until he was dragging his dick in and out of you, pumping ever so slowly and lovingly. It was then heâd be able to coherently form sweet words of nothings, âIâm obsessed with you. Wanna keep you like this forever.â
Whether he was going rabid or making sweet love, Miguel still made sure to hold your hand through it all.
He can feel himself coming soon. As if he needed to be deeper into you, he only stops for a nanosecond to bring your knees over you, pressing you even deeper into the couch, so as to better ram your already abused pussy. Your panting heightens in pitch. âRight there, sweetheart? Aww Fuck, there it is.â His big, strong hands hold your knees in place where they frame your head. Your bodies are sweaty, only enhancing the lewd sounds of his hips smacking your ass with each thrust. When your pussy flutters around him, it makes his eyes roll back. Heâs already made you orgasm twice by now, getting his juices all over you, but he needs more. âI canât stop.â He stammers through a slack jaw.
âMigâŚdunno if I c-can⌠going-â
He slows down his rhythm, hands cupping your face to make eye contact, âBaby, please, gimme one more, just one more. Promise.â
With a nod of your head, he buries you in his arms, his face in your neck, body on body, leaving no space between you, and he rams into you like no tomorrow, luring one last orgasm from you. The way the curve of his belly and muscles rubbed against you was the icing on the cake. You feel Miguel getting closer with the way he moans into the crook of your neck. You are, too.
The dam breaks loose with an outcry of his name, to which Miguel lifts his head to kiss your tears as you peak, his own following right behind. Once it starts to descend, a rain of butterfly kisses fall on your face, âIâve got you, sweetie,â he coos, âI love you so much⌠mamita,â he gently calls to get your attention, âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
You at least accomplish a weak smile, requiting the love with a kiss to his swollen lips.
There was no need to rush, so the two of you just lay there, embracing each other.
âMiguel,â
âHm?â He hums against your skin.
âI feel like Iâm in a fairytale.â
âMe too.â
6:49 PM.
You donât know how, but in one hour, Miguel and you were able to go back to your place, shower (separately. You two knew a joint shower wouldâve most definitely led to other things.), redo your makeup, fix your and Miguelâs hair, and leave to the stadium with moderate traffic. You look in the passenger seat mirror for the last touch-ups.
âPraying I donât trip on that stage. If I do, itâs your fault.â
âIâll happily take the blame.â He gives your thigh a small squeeze, in which you glare at him in return. The shit-eating grin on his face still made you smile, though.
You sit in your assigned seat among a sea of students, dawning the traditional cap and gown, with numerous achieved stoles and ropes around your neck, but only one stands out from them all, and one that you consider your best achievement: Gabriellaâs Blue Ribbon.
You look down at it, giving it a little tug to straighten it out. You look up to search for Miguel in the enormous mass of seats, but it isnât too hard. All you had to do was find the freakishly tall man with glasses, and when you do, you smile at him. As subtly as possible, he mouths âI love youâ, and you do it back. You think to blow him a kiss, but given the situation, you also think it better not to in public. You still donât have that degree in your hand, and you canât risk anything, especially not when youâre so close. But trust, the second that piece of paper is in your hand, Miguel is all yours, no shame attached.
Youâre on the edge of your seat the entirety of waiting for your name to be called, and once it is, you feel you could cry. You walk across the stage, a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment filling you to the brim. Miguel watches on, a prideful expression on his face. You shake hands with a few faculty members, some you grew to love and will cherish, some you secretly wished would accidentally fall through a manhole, before you get to the dean, who currently holds your degree in their hand. Youâre congratulated once itâs in your hand, the feeling of two very difficult years weighing down on your hand. It feels good. Smiling ear-to-ear, you look out into the audience as you walk across, degree facing outward for the whole stadium to see because one thing for sure is that everyone in the establishment will know that you did that. Your smile shines like a thousand stars, at least to Miguel. His heart could explode with how much love and awe he feels for you. Heaven knows he tried to make a new life for himself by putting the Spider-Man title to rest, and though he was successful, he was still missing a piece of himself. In this moment, heâs thanking you for taking a chance on him; for letting a different man, a happy man, come out for a while, and hopefully, for the rest of his life.
And thatâs where he sits now, in the car, waiting for you in the parking lot. Prior to the ceremony, it was agreed that Miguel would slip away just a couple of minutes early (basically skip the deanâs farewell speech) so that you and Miguel could beat the crowds and go celebrate wherever he had planned for you. Hoards of crying mothers and cheering students catch his attention. It mustâve ended. It only takes a moment for him to pick you out from the crowd, immediately exiting the car to open the passenger door for you.
âCongratulations, mi vida.â He calls out, leaning against the car.
Elated, you crash into him, arms around his neck, legs lifted in the air, and you kiss him. You pull away with a joyous mwah.
You both retreat into the car. âYou helped, my cute lil geneticist.â Giddiness beams from your voice. You reach over the center console to cup his chin and squeeze it, puckering his lips to kiss him again and again. This makes him chuckle. He may be older and bigger in every sense of the word, but at the end of the day, he is and always will be your dork. Your teddy bear.
âI just taught you a few formulas. This was all you, mama,â he starts the car but glances at you for a second. âWhat?â You tilt your head.
âI wanna thank you.â
âFor what?â Every time Miguel opens his mouth, youâre reminded of what a lottery win youâve made. You grab his hand to hold it up to your heart; the same spot where Gabriellaâs ribbon is pinned.
âFor loving me. The way you do.â
âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor letting me.â
His brows furrowed, his lips curled into a soft smile. He notices the blue ribbon. He caresses one of its tails, and a few of his heartstrings pull at the sight. He knows that if Gabriella were there, she wouldâve been the loudest in the stands. âWish she couldâve been here.â
You press his hand against your heart.
âShe is.â
Miguel has told you so much about her that at this point, she feels like yours, and you feel that sheâs there. You know with your whole heart that she is.
You both share one more tender kiss before Miguel pulls out of the lot.
âWell, itâs official. I am no longer your student. How do you feel about that?â you smirk, relaxed in your assigned seat; your rightful throne as passenger princess.
âSpeaking of which, I hope you know that that degree is for decoration purposes from this day forward.â
You roll your eyes, âYouâre quite the comedian today, huh?â
âYou think Iâm kidding? I want you home 24/7, you hear me? In the kitchen, an apron and all. Iâm dead serious.â The sarcastic tone in his voice sends you chuckling through the nose.
âIâll stay home and be your housewife if you give me a perfect score, how about that?â
âDeal.â
âOk, no, but seriously, baby, please score my paper accurately.â
âOf course, beba. Just jokes. Iâm kidding about the staying-home thing, too. You can do whatever you want,â He looks over at you at a red light, âJust as long as you always come back home to me.â
âI wouldnât have it any other way.â
You two snuggle in Miguelâs bed after a nice dinner celebrating you. The sheets are warm and soft, but it doesnât compare to the warmth and softness of Miguelâs body on yours; skin to skin. Youâre both entangled and nude, having just had another (or a few) rounds of passionate love. Sleep looms over both you and Miguel, a little heavier on you. Youâre quickly learning that Miguel does not have the endurance of an average man.
Knowing how much you loved his speaking voice, he decided to finish and read aloud to you Pride and Prejudice, a book you recommended to him and has become a new favorite of his. A king of aftercare. How more perfect can he be?
Miguel, seeing your eyes grow heavy, kisses your temple and smiles before starting again, â âI love you. You have bewitched me, mind, body, and soul. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.ââ He recites the notorious line written by Austen, but not for the sake of reading aloud anymore, no. This line was directed to you. And only for you.
âAnd I love you.â You whisper back.
And for the first time in much more than just 5 years, Miguel didnât have to go to bed alone. And he wonât have to ever again.
Miguel hasnât thought about the canon theory in a very, very long time, but a fleeting thought went through his mind before drifting away:
If going through everything that he had to, may it be the day his genetic makeup was altered, the spider-verse, Gabriella, trading in the suit for a life of solitude, everything; Despite the pain, if it all had to happen in order to have met you.
Then itâll all have been worth it.
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A/N: Fav chapter I've ever written. It was made with love <3 Really hoped you guys enjoyed it <3 n thnx sm for sticking around even if I made y'all wait so long đ love youuuuuuuuâźď¸ MWAH!!!
#check tags after reading#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#across the spiderverse#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel x you#miguel x reader#miguel oâhara fanfiction#miguel oâhara smut#professor!miguel#dadbod!miguel#atsv#miguel oâhara#miguel fanfiction#miguel x y/n#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara x you#we did it boys we finally tapped#I have a game for yall#take a shot every time someone says I love you in this chapter#also#thank alondra#I was planning on dropping this weekend but she inspired me#enjoy <3
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Ladybug has far more patience than I to listen to Chloeâs new annoying catch phrase and not punch her in the face.
Based on Yamai:
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#look I rewatched the first 3rd of Season 5 and all of Chloe's screen time is literally just repeating the same tired point#woman you didn't help even when you WERE called upon#OR when you DID help that was only against akumas CAUSED. BY. YOU.#yeah I shot-for-shot recreated chapter 8 of komi-san can't communicate lol#cracks me up that Ladybug and Yamai are both voiced by Cristina Vee so#my art#anti-chloe#chloe salt#ooc ladybug#haha
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#everyneji#chapter 281#kazekage rescue mission#neji hyuga#rock lee#tenten#team gai#.i'll resist the obvious joke#.anyways with this we're done krm which means a dry spell#.and me reading every chapter anyways in case naruto goes#.UGHH...ILOVE....MY FRIENDS!!!! (shot of konoha 11)
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'Save ME'
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at the cracked teapot
#I loved the first 3 preview chapters so I couldnât help but draw this#so funny of me to draw fan art for a book that isnât even out yet#but im so excited the premise sounds superrrrrrr fun#Grover is out of shot here#they are looking at his whack outfit#wrath of the triple goddess spoilers#pjo#sally Jackson#Percy Jackson
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did someone say post-canon hurt/comfort
#if you saw me accidentally post this before now no you didnât#chapter 266 you will always be famous#no clue how long this one shot is going to be but i am INSPIRED#jjk#itafushi#fushiguro megumi#itadori yuuji#fics: the things i would miss from the other side#jinx writes#jinx talks
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DAYS 10-15 OF SPAMTOBER !!!!âď¸đŞş
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I think this fandom is too normal about Petronille. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S ONLY IN HER LATE TEENS/EARLY 20'S WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????
Like like!!!! We don't have a timeline on when Bonnie and Nille ran away from home, but it HAS to be when Bonnie was really young. Bonnie doesn't seem to remember their parents well at all, and the most we hear about them is that they were "mean". So like!!!! Depending on how old you see Bonnie (10-12ish) and how young you think the two ran away, that could range from 5 to 9 years give or take.
Thats!!!! A range!!! At the oldest Nille (say 24) she was 18 or 19 when the two ran away, which is an adult but still pretty young, but the youngest range????? Hello??? If Nille is 19 now, she could have been as young as 11 when she took Bonnie!!!! What!!!!
I don't think that's the case, but still??? If we take the average of those two, Nille would be 16!!! 16!!!!! And taking care of her sibling basically on her own!!! Nille is a kid who had to grow up too fast and take on the world to make sure Bonnie and her could survive!!! Nille's probably been fighting a good chunk of her life for their happiness and that doesn't even ACCOUNT for the abuse their parents messed her up with. And then after EVERYTHING basically sacrificed herself so Bonnie could have a chance to live from the King's Curse!!!!!
And after all that!!!! Suddenly, she's offered protection from 4 random adults who also adore her sibling and want to take care of the both of them??? What do you do with that??? Do you even BELIEVE that??? Can you even trust that someone else than you could be trusted with your baby sibling? That you can let someone else take that responsibility. The responsibility that you took on with your whole heart and soul to the point you made sure that even if you basically DIED for all that mattered, at least Bonnie would have a chance.
You've been asleep for months and woken up in a new reality where you're not your sibling's whole world anymore. They've changed. You weren't there for it. These people Iove Bonnie so much. But do they know them as much as you do??? They weren't there all this time!!! You should know your sibling better than anyone here!!!
And yet. Yet...
You don't know what to make of this. You're happy Bonnie's safe. You're terrified you don't recognize the new parts of them that have shown up without you being there.
Your sibling lives in a whole new world now. They love you. They would come back to it just being the two of you if you pushed it.
But if you do, you're not sure Bonnie would ever forgive you for it.
(Are you seeing my vision??? Do you understand why I'm not normal about Nille????)
#petronille isat#isat spoilers#act 6 spoilers#isat#tw abuse mention#okay cool nille is cool- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY COULD BE AS YOUNG AS 19????#listen im 26 I am young but like anyone under 20 are babies to me now WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE COULD BE 19???????#KIDS RAISING KIDS KIDS RAISING KIDS-#anyway uh people should be less normal about nille and once I finish chapter 3 of my loop fic Im writing at least a one shot about this-#my posts
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Taehyun ⥠The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY 'Over The Moon' Official MV
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This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]
Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time đ
Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D
#Hole dwelling map#animation#video#art#Wip#rain world#Artificer#five pebbles#I ofc got the go-ahead from the author on disc. They really enjoyed it yaaay#Fun fact btw- the author is a better artist than I am but doesn't share their art đđđ I had to personally request to see it#Mood tho#As for the story: it good. me likey. mucho gusto. Basically its a parallel story#So half the story is the distant past and the other half is the distant future. It starts with them being totally disconnected#But by this point- chapter 14 I think?- it's like OOOOH SHIT IT MAKES SENSE NOW#It's personally one of my fav fics and I'm glad I found it :> fr up there with 'taking life as is'#and the other top fic about pebbles getting anxiety attacks over Talking To People /pos#I wasn't kidding about using these characters purely because I was reading the fic when I signed up for the map. My thought process was:#Hey wouldn't it be funny if I just made an entire map part about this random thing? And I was right. It was#OH before I forget. I forgot I left a ref image of the Creature⢠in the first shot- that's the authors art :] I'll animate it later#Sure enough I put this in my drafts for like a week lmfao. There's some missing elements and it's scuffed and it's a WIP LOL
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Currently obsessed with Miss Delight from poppy playtime chapter 3. And we honestly need more content of her and the other girly pops on here âĄ
I would listen to her talk about anatomy all day honestly, because I really love her voice <33
Ps. If anyone wants to be dulu with me and basically be down bad, my dms are always open đ
#HEAR ME OUT *gets shot*#Currently kissing her teeth rn âĄ#her voice is chef's kiss <33#miss delight#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 3
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Subjecting the fandom to my hand fetish, part 3, but apparently, this time Sylus also knows ・:ďž(・ ⸠ âż)
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#ISTG THIS GAME IS SPYING ON ME NOW#WHEN IT WAS UPDATING IT FROZE ON SYLUS' HANDCUFFED HAND FOR THE ENTIRE UPDATE#not even gonna talk about the gratuitous hand shots in the first chapter#BUT NOW THIS???#pls just let me live#(ËĚŁĚŁĚĽâËĚŁĚŁĚĽ )#(i also still have more caps đ)#(istg there is a dev sharing this f3tish with me)#(because why so manyyyy)#(i feel fed but very confused)
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"I miss........... Him." đđŤ
#Hey Rockstar#what the fuck#dutch said this when talking to arthur in chapter five just after Hosea died#ive had so much of this game spoiled for me already and its actually worse#i knew everything was coming but its destroyed me#i actually yelped when they shot him#and sobbed for like 20 minutes at 5am#hosea matthews#dutch van der linde#arthur morgan#dutch x hosea#just a little maybe#rdr2#rdr2 chapter 5#red dead redemption 2
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Thinking about how Toriyama wrote an Entire Plot centering around how Vegeta has spent the last seven years learning how to be happy and comfortable with his family on Earth and how he loves his wife so much that being Gently Reminded that he loves his wife was enough to pull him out of a violent midlife crisis and made him such a powerful guardian of Earth that Heaven broke its own rules just to put him back in that position
and Toei was like 'okay but in the sequel to that plot their marriage is terrible and he's never home'
#mmmkay but toei sweetie that's Goku. That's Goku you're thinking of. goku's the one who wife-dodges and doesn't come home for months#bulma goes full guns blazing rescue mission if she loses track of her husband for more than a week. she'll kill a man for Vegeta#Bulma shot a 12 year old in the face! she kicked vegeta out of her house when he was being a jerk about her pregnancy! she is NOT the one!!#Toei writing Vegeta rude all the time like Bulma would not Leave his ass is so funny. She ALREADY left his ass once she'd do it again.#She does not tolerate bullshit. She is not Chichi. She does not need him. She's already been through that shit with Yamcha she's TIRED.#The end of the last manga chapter of Vegeta going 'yeah I should get home or Bulma will forget me' is so good.#He knows she doesn't put up with being mistreated. He loves her for it. Bulma's the person he's mean WITH not /to/ you fools.#sorry if y'all follow my personal i AM hating very loudly on dbs again tonight while I try to get through it kasdjklasj#dbtag
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When I started writing 'lessons in tea making', I set out to make it a longfic that following ATLA Book 2 and 3 in its entirety but now its been almost 5 years and I'm realising that I'm probably never going to get around to finishing this monster of a wip
HOWEVER, I do have around 15k of chapter 2 collecting dust in my google drive so.... what's everyone's opinion on authors uploading (signposted) unfinished chapters....
#i can admit that the plot at the end of book 2 spiraled entirely out of control#it's the wall i will never be able to scale and i need to admit defeat#i have some of chapter 2 written but i also don't want to ruin chapter 1 for everyone#so.. thoughts??#my posts#ficblogging#i'm usually strictly a one-shot writer#for a REASON#every time i get the urge to write longfic i have to remind myself that that's the devil talking#because the attempt will likely fail and kill me in the process#authors who effortlessly write 100k fics..... who did you sell your soul to and can you give me their number
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