#transmasc miguel fics are coming i just need to clear the drafts😭😭😭

[oharapussy]

imagine miguel and peter breeding a bratty reader…🙊🙊

exactly what it says on the tin ☝🏼 this one comes with cockwarming and a liiiiittle bit of free use

minors STAY AWAY!!!!

to say the least, cockwarming miguel and peter wasn’t your fucking new year’s resolution. and yet here you were, stuffed under their work desk in the lab, your throat uncomfortably full with miguel, and peter’s cock gently twitching in your guts… to top it all off, they were fucking edging you.

“half an hour, and then we can play, bumblebee…” peter mumbled, smacking your ass as your hips inched back and forth. the motherfucker knew how much you hated his corny little nicknames, too..

you could not take any more of this. throwing your head up and down, your attention turned to miguel now, tongue running over the slit of his cock.

immediately, he bucked forward, gasping out. “it’s- mmh, shit- paloma, it’s sensitive down there..” you didn’t let up, making him gasp and moan even harder, forgetting himself. all of a sudden, peter reached under the desk, pulling you into his lap.

“half. an hour. more. or do we need to stop early because you’re feeling so needy, baby…?” you liked pissing peter off. smirking a little, all you did was whine as grind your wetness into his clothed thigh. looking at the damp spot you left on his sweatpants, miguel huffed a little… shit, that was hot.

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you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. maybe it was time to concede that you fucked up here, that you should have just been patient. bent in half, you felt your mind going fuzzy, close to bursting as miguel’s cock bloomed inside you, tight against your walls. you had already come twice, once from peter’s tongue, and another time against their fingers. you were an overstimulated mess.

“mmh- doesn’t fucking- fit…!” you whimpered, squirming as peter held you upright. the slow feeling dragging in and out of your pussy, he rubbed your clit, trying to help you accommodate miguel’s size.

“come on, honey,” he purred, the circling making your hips jump. “don’t tell us that we have to make it fit.” he kissed your neck, giving you a momentary relief, before pushing your hips down, against where you and miguel met. throwing your head back, you were reduced to a mess.

“godfuckingdamn- more, please-” you begged. miguel bit his lip as the newly-applied force made him bottom out inside you.

“god, m’ in your fucking guts, linda,” he said, pumping you full. “gonna make you nice and full with my kids, then maybe you’ll know how to behave.” he quickened his pace, his orgasm soon approaching. you clenched around him, aroused at the thought.

“you want that, honey?” peter asked, yanking your head back by your hair. “gonna fuck a baby into our bratty girl?”

“yes- yes, fill me up,” you begged, completely cockdrunk, your jaw slack. “gonna have triplets by the time this is over,” you mumbled. peter laughed at you, delighting in how pathetic and needy you had become.

“you heard her, miggy.”

almost by command, he let out a wail, a hot feeling taking over your body as he released inside you. peter’s grip on you loosened as you turned to putty against the two, completely elated.

you certainly weren’t going to bother them anymore. returning to work, as if nothing happened, they tapped away at their computers while you slumped down on the desk to rest.