#dbf!Miguel

[nymphomatique]

special affair

dbf!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

art credit: _insomniac_red_ on ig. pictures are for mood setting, reader has no specific race or physical descriptions.

cw: a lil angsty, this is just shameless smut im sorry guys i don’t know what came over me, daddy kink, dbf!miguel <3, unspecified age gap but reader is legal, rough sex, squirting, unprotected sex, miguel is not a good man, conflicted reader, creampie, lowkey breeding kink, degrading language, choking/breath play, face slapping, spitting, mentions of oral (m), overstimulation, crying/dacryphillia, pubic hair grinding? lmao idk, reader is alluded to being in sub space. not proofread lol. 18+ only.

wc: ~1.5k

❤︎ an: hi my loves!! this is a sorta part two to this drabble, but can be read as a stand alone one shot. tbh i wrote this w my pussy.. i’m ovulating rn i’m so ashamed of myself 😔 nevertheless, enjoy! if you guys want more don’t hesitate to lmk!!

from that first night he fucked you from behind, you knew you strayed too far from the status quo in your life, you’re at the point of no return. that night, when he finished pounding you from behind and defiling you further with his seed all over your back and ass, you had laid in that position— spent and on your stomach- for the rest of the night, silently sobbing. you had betrayed your father, that much you were aware of the day you started rubbing at yourself meekly in the dead of the night thinking about his best friend.

you had long come to terms with that guilt, accepting whatever image of a burning inferno there is in the afterlife. what you cannot come to terms with, is the fact that he- miguel- had actually fucked you, indulged in what you considered your own taboo thoughts, ripping them from page and making your crude thoughts a sick reality. the worst part of this all is that amidst it all, the mental beratement, the nights you spent crying, the sick feeling the memories of miguel’s cock stretching you absolutely thin, showing you a climax like no other— you want to hate yourself for it, for being weak. for being such a bad girl. but you didn’t know why your body decided to betray your brain, the physical craving for the older man’s body possessing you whole. you can’t bear this feeling, holding it up inside you and trying to keep it at bay. fuck- you needed to talk to someone, you had to, even if it’s the last person you want to speak to.

nevertheless, you end up two houses down, sniffling and heaving in the dead of the night, knocking the door as hard as your trembling hands would let you. the door swings open and at the sight of him you keen, your body aching at the sight of the burly muscles covered in sun kissed skin. dark brown hair streaked with grey at the temples. a slight five o’clock shadow, he must not have shaved this morning. and then you look into those eyes, swallowing you up whole and you begin to tear up again. miguel is silent, leaning against the door with messy hair, glazed eyes and clad in boxers, and boxers only. fuck, you shouldn’t have come here.

“I-.. Miguel, it hurts,” you sob quietly, aflame with shame and embarrassment at how little resolve you had. He grabs your face with his warm hands and you’re trembling now, ready for him. your lips ghost for a moment before he breathes out. “i’m not a good man, sweetheart. if you don’t say no, i’m gonna break you.” he sounds sincere with his words and his eyes go stern. you wish you had some self of self control, or maybe having better discernment. but the only thing you say to him only confirms what you already knew about yourself; you’re a terrible fucking person. 

“violate me.”

your lips are smashed against each other, tongues dancing and it feels so good to be in his embrace again. your tears fall down your cheeks, meeting at the junction of your mouths in a pool of saliva. miguel groans and you know why, remembering what he had said to you the last time.

“i like when you cry.”

you’re grabbed up at the hips, legs wrapped around a thick torso, pressed up against a firm chest and a heavy cock. the moments up to the bedroom are cloudy, drunk off his lips against yours. you come to slightly when cold plush sheets hit your back and a pair of lips leave yours. you whine, yearning for his touch again. he looks down at you, bringing your right foot to his mouth, he licks lightly up the sole- kissing the ball of your foot before he leans down, caging your between his elbows, face to face.

“you gonna be good for your daddy?” he asks softly, kissing between the bridge of your nose once. 

“y-yes,” you breathe out with a slow nod. 

“mmm. gonna let me violate this tight little body too?” he asks, still soft in tone and you think you’re gonna go crazy by the end of the night. “yes, daddy,” you murmur, lost in his eyes. 

“sick fucking little girl. but that’s how i like it,” he chuckles, kissing you softly before getting up stripping you bare.

“letting your daddy undress you like a good girl. so obedient f’me,” he coos at you, touching you softly and you’re almost in tears. you need him. and you let it be known. a lone tear falls down your cheek and you mewl, “n-need you to make it better down there, daddy.”

his large hand engulfs you cheek, thumb wiping your tear softly before squishing your face, putting his tear stained thumb in your mouth. “you think you’re a big girl now, hmm? telling your daddy what to do?” you look up at him teary eyed, suckling his thick finger.

“you take what i give you, when i give it to you.” he squeezes you cheek a little harder before softly slapping your cheek and you squeak at the contact. a rough laugh leaves miguel’s mouth at your reaction. “you have no idea how bad i’m gonna treat you, baby.”

you’re non verbal at this point, mouth agape and leaking saliva down your jaw seeping into the sheets and the junction of your neck and chest. a hand slaps your cheek again, you’ve lost how many that is now. “i fucked you stupid already?” miguel laughs, hard thrusts sending you flying up the bed. his hands on your hips bring you down back to him each time, poking you right in that sweet spot in your pussy. you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve head, body wracked and numb with pleasure. throat hoarse from the near-violent throat fuck he gave you.

a glob of spit hits your forehead and you groan a bit. the one thing you’re sure of is that you look a goddamned mess. a crude picture of the activity you’ve been partaking in for the past two hours. a hand leaves your hip to wrap around your neck and squeeze roughly, making you gasp for air, your body finally moving.

“there we go, got you moving now. thought i fucked you to sleep for a second.” 

your eyes are glossy, at the lack of air and building pressure. your hand meekly wraps around his wrist as he fucks into you. you know you shouldn’t like the way he toys with you like this, waking the line of torment and pleasure with no care in the world. but you do. and you can’t deny it anymore.

“you’re tightening up on me again. you gonna cum for me again?” miguel asks you, and he laughs after knowing you can’t even answer him. “sick little girl. you like it when i choke you? make you feel weak? worthless?” 

it’s barely audible, but the moan you let out vibrates in your neck and miguel can feel it with the hand pressed against your throat. he throws his head back with a groan. “nasty, naughty girl. fuck baby, gonna cum in that little pussy.”

you’re almost there, and quite frankly impressed that you haven’t fully passed out yet. your head feels light, and you begin to tremble violently, gushing out spurts of liquid as your head falls to the side. if this is hell, you’re not so sure you could give this up for heaven. your eyes close and you feel so close to falling asleep when he removes his hand from your neck, grabbing your head by the nape of your neck, craning you up to where you can see his thick cock slip and slide between your thighs. you groan at the image. 

“need you awake to see me cum in you, don’t i?” miguel groans. “you like watching me fuck you, like letting me dirty you.”

 his tuft of black pubic hair rubs against yours as his thrusts become increasingly sporadic and intense, and it has you trembling at the stimulation it gives your clit. you weakly squirt each time his pelvis brushes against your clit, your body letting you know you have only so much left in you before you’re drained empty.

“fuck, love it when you wet the bed. my pissy little girl. daddy loves the messes you make.” he’s nearly breathless and you pray he’s going to cum in the next minute, the ache in your neck and dull sensation in your pussy building slowly.

“c-cum in me. wanna give you a baby,” you moan, looking up from the fast thrusts and into miguel’s eyes. 

“fuck! so n-naughty, baby. gonna give me another one, huh? fucking take it, then.” with a final thrust, you feel the warmth of his cum shoot and blossom somewhere deep within you. you moan weakly, one final weak spurt of squirt coming out of you. miguel pulls out and you watch him look at the mess he made of you and your pussy, covered in spit, cum and the beginnings of handprint bruises blossoming on your hips and ass from how hard he gripped and spanked you. 

you can feel his cum slowly trickle out of you, and your body feels like it’s no longer your own. after so many orgasms, your limbs are on fire, and you can do nothing but breathe and weakly murmur a “d-daddy..” while your eyes close.

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[anchoeritic]

sneaking in a quickie with dad’s best friend!miguel while your dad is sleeping in the room next door.

your skirt was hitched up to the base of your hips, flipped over around your torso with your tights ripped apart in the center. guess he got too excited to take them off carefully? “shh, shh.. need you to be quiet f’me, okay?” his hand having to be clamped over your mouth to contain your loud whimpers as his cock slowly sunk into you, stretching out your walls beyond your limits. “mhmm, fuck,” you quietly mumbled into his hand, taking him inch-by-inch. he was much bigger than anyone you’d ever had, it was a new feeling for you.

“don’t want your dad wakin’ up, now do we? gonna walk in, see you all bent over for his friend..” he leaned down to whisper into your ear, chiseled chest pressing right up to your back. “you feel that, baby? all full ‘nd swollen f’me.” one hand was wrapped around your throat while the other found its way to the bottom of your stomach, putting pressure to the place of where his cock bulged through. “mm, all mine.”

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warnings: 18+, dbf!miguel o'Hara, age gap (reader is 25, Miguel is 44), all characters are adults exept for gabriella, dad’s best friend Miguel, sexual content, gabriella exists, no use of yn, miguel x reader, Miguel is spiderman, Miguel is a whore, black reader, descriptions of hair and skin, slow, swearing, mother father and brother’s name mentioned, not set in 2099, Miguel wraps it up

wc: 3.8k

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Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １１： Ｆｏｒ Ｙｏｕ

Ever since that night at the bar, your friends had no idea you were still seeing the man they teasingly referred to as “Mystery Man.” You’d never told them his name, and for good reason—finding out he was your father’s best friend had sealed your lips for good. Yet, despite the tangled mess of secrecy and guilt, things between you and Miguel hadn’t ended. If anything, they’d intensified.

It was late, around 11:30, when a knock at your door shattered the quiet rhythm of your evening. You were in the living room, jazz softly filling the air as you sketched new designs for work. At the sound, you froze, your pencil pausing mid-stroke. A second knock, louder and more impatient, broke your trance.

“Just a sec!” you called out, setting your sketchpad aside. Straightening your silk nightgown, you smoothed a hand over your hair and made your way to the door. Confusion settled over you as you twisted the knob, unsure of who to expect.

When you swung the door open, your heart stopped. Miguel stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway, his dark eyes intense as they locked onto yours.

“M-Miguel? What are you doing here?” You stammered, caught off guard. He’d never shown up like this before—unannounced, unguarded.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice deep and earnest, the weight of his words making your breath hitch.

“Okay,” you replied, feigning nonchalance despite the rapid thudding of your heart.

“I want to ask you out. On a date,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck in an uncharacteristic display of nervousness. His usual confidence seemed to falter under your gaze, and the sight only made your chest tighten.

Your lips parted, but for a moment, no words came out. A date? This was new territory for the two of you. You’d only ever been behind closed doors and stolen moments in the shadows. But here he was, standing on your doorstep, asking for something real. 

“Are you going to say anything?” Miguel asked, his deep voice hinted with worry, his brows furrowing slightly as he searched your face.

“Yes… I mean, yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” The words tumbled out, and you barely recognized your own voice. You were still processing. After everything he’d said and the way he’d pushed and pulled these past few weeks, you’d felt like a fleeting distraction—a way for him to ease the weight on his shoulders. Yet, here he was now, standing at your doorstep, asking you out properly. The shift was unexpected, and it left you reeling.

Miguel’s lips curved into a smile, one of pure relief. “Alright,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost teasing.

“Tomorrow. Eight o’clock.” He leaned against the doorframe, his large build relaxed but still commanding. “Wear something nice.”

“You know I will,” you replied, finally regaining some composure.

At that, he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, as though he wanted you to feel every ounce of the intent behind it. The smooth jazz in the background only amplified the moment, the soft melody wrapping around you both like a warm hug.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…” His voice dipped lower, his smirk making your knees feel weak. You felt as if you were going to pass out from all the blood rushing from your head to your pelvic region.

“Goodnight,” you managed, your heart racing as you watched him turn and walk down the hall, the pat of his shoes echoing faintly behind him. You closed the door, leaning against it as you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. What just happened?

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The night of the date, your friends showed up unannounced, their laughter and chatter filling your apartment before you even had time to process what was happening.

“It feels like forever since we’ve had a good girls’ night!” Cora declared, setting a bottle of wine on your kitchen counter.

“I can’t tonight,” you said apologetically, securing a gold earring in place. You glanced at your reflection in the entrance mirror, adjusting the brown backless dress that clung to your frame. You’d debated whether it was too much for a first date, but something told you Miguel would appreciate it.

“Wait, what?” Cora stopped in her tracks, raising a perfectly arched brow. “You can’t? Why not? What are you so dressed up for?”

“I… have a date.” You hesitated, avoiding their gazes as you fiddled with your other earring.

“A date?” Cora’s eyes widened, and her voice went up an octave. “With who?”

“It’s no one you know,” you said quickly, not meeting her eyes. Keeping this secret was vital. The thought of your friends being around your dad and Miguel, with their zero poker faces, made your stomach churn.

Beth crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her expression skeptical. “C’mon, you never go on dates. And now you’re glammed up like you’re hitting the red carpet? Who is this guy?”

You glanced down at your dress, feigning indifference. “Is it too much?” you deflected, hoping to shift the conversation.

Beth groaned. “Stop changing the subject! We tell you everything about our dating lives, and now you’re keeping secrets?”

“Yeah, who even are you?” Robbie chimed in, her teasing tone laced with genuine curiosity.

You sighed, running a hand through your dark, braided hair. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay? I just… I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Can you guys let me have this?”

Your friends exchanged skeptical glances, but eventually, Cora shrugged. “Fine. But you better give us all the details later.”

“Deal,” you said, relief washing over you.

Just as you ushered them out, Beth called over her shoulder, “If he’s a dud, call us. We’ll come to rescue you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Noted. Now, go! He’s picking me up at…” You looked down at your phone that was sitting on the foyer table. “...In ten minutes, fuck!” You rushed them out of the door, giving them hugs before they left.

As you closed the door behind them, you leaned against it, exhaling deeply. The butterflies in your stomach stirred as you glanced at the clock. Miguel would be here any minute.

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The knock on your door came precisely at 8:00 PM. Miguel was punctual, of course. You took a deep breath, smoothing down the front of your dress one last time before walking to the door. Your Jimmy Choo’s clicked softly against the hardwood floor. 

When you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat. Miguel stood there, looking effortlessly handsome in a dark suit, a black button-up under it, the top button undone. He held a small bouquet of flowers—white lilies and lilacs, some of your favorites.

His gaze traveled over you, taking in the brown dress that hugged your curves and blended with your skin just right. His dark eyes softened, and the corner of his mouth quirked up into a faint smile.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice low and velvety.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

He handed you the bouquet, his fingers brushing yours in the exchange. “I thought these might suit you,” he said, his tone casual but his expression warm.

“They’re perfect.” You stepped aside, motioning for him to come in. “Let me put these in water before we go.”

Miguel stepped inside, his presence filling the room effortlessly. He glanced around, his sharp eyes briefly taking in the cozy space before settling on you as you bustled around the kitchen.

“You always have flowers around,” he commented.

“I like them. They make everything feel... brighter,” you replied, arranging the bouquet in a vase.

He smiled faintly, leaning against the doorway with his hands in his pockets. “They suit you.”

You turned back to him, smoothing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “So, where are we going?”

His smile turned into a smirk, the kind that always made your heart race. “It’s a surprise.”

“Not even a hint?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not a chance.”

“Fine,” you teased, grabbing your clutch and slipping on your coat. “Let’s go, Mystery Man.”

Miguel opened the door for you, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he guided you out. The elevator ride was quiet but charged, his hand brushing against yours as you stood side by side.

Miguel sighs. “I miss this elevator.” His mind goes back to the time when you first met, unable to keep your hands and lips to yourself.

When you stepped outside, a sleek black car was waiting at the curb. Miguel opened the passenger door for you, his lips curving into that familiar smirk. “Your chariot awaits.”

“Charming,” you said, sliding in. As he got in on the driver’s side, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, wondering what the night had in store.

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When the car came to a smooth stop, Miguel shifted it into park and quickly exited, making his way around the back to open your door. His movements were almost reverent, as if this wasn’t just a date but something more significant. When he extended his hand to help you out, his fingers curled warmly around yours, steady and firm.

The sight that greeted you when you stepped out took your breath away. You were on the edge of the city, perched high on a secluded hill overlooking the skyline. A private terrace awaited you, illuminated by soft, glowing fairy lights strung above. The sound of a gentle fountain bubbled nearby, and the view stretched out to show the city's lights shimmering like a sea of stars against the inky night sky.

Miguel offered you his arm, guiding you toward the beautifully set table for two in the center of the terrace. A waiter appeared as if on cue, greeting you both with a smile and a bottle of wine.

“Miguel,” you whispered, unable to hide your awe, “this is… incredible.”

He gave you a small smile, pulling out your chair for you before taking his own seat across from you. “I thought you deserved something special. Something as beautiful as you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. As the waiter poured the wine and discreetly left, you looked at Miguel, the faint glow of the lights catching the sharp angles of his face.

“How did you find this place?” you asked, taking a sip of the rich red wine.

He chuckled softly, swirling his own glass. “I have my ways. It’s a little hidden gem I stumbled on a while ago. Figured it was the perfect place for tonight.”

The conversation flowed as easily as the wine, Miguel opening up more than he ever had before. You learned little details about him—the music he liked, the books he’d once read when he had more time, and his favorite foods. He even shared a funny story about Gabriella’s antics, his voice softening whenever he mentioned her.

As the night went on, the city lights flickered below like a living, breathing entity. Miguel reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. You felt the warmth of his palm, and when your eyes met, there was an unspoken connection, something deeper, something that felt like it had been building for longer than either of you realized.

“Can I tell you something?” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.

“Of course,” you said, leaning in slightly.

“I wasn’t sure if I should do this—this date, any of it,” he admitted, his thumb absently brushing over your knuckles. “But being here with you... it feels right. And I haven’t felt that in a long time…”

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in.Before Miguel could finish his thought, his watch beeped. He clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching slightly as he silenced it. The frustration in his eyes was evident, though he masked it quickly with a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he said, sitting back in his chair and running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s not usually this persistent.”

You tilted your head, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of work has you on call at night like this?”

Miguel hesitated, glancing down at the watch as if willing it not to interrupt again. “It’s... complicated,” he finally said, his tone guarded. “Let’s just say I handle things that don’t wait for convenient hours.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also slightly annoyed by his vagueness. “Sounds important.”

“It is,” he admitted, his gaze softening as it met yours. “But not as important as being here with you right now.”

Just as he reached for your hand again, the watch buzzed—not just a beep this time, but a low vibration accompanied by flashing red lights. Miguel’s jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, you saw something flash across his face: urgency, tension, and maybe even guilt.

He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the terrace floor. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice laced with genuine regret. “I need to take care of this. It’s… an emergency.”

Your heart sank, but you nodded, trying to mask your disappointment. “Okay. I understand.”

“I’ll make this up to you, I promise.” Miguel leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your temple before stepping back. “Stay here, enjoy the view. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

And with that, he was gone, disappearing into the night as if he’d never been there. You sat back in your chair, staring at the untouched plates of food and the empty space across from you. The once-magical evening now felt hollow, the unanswered questions swirling in your mind.

Why did it feel like Miguel wasn’t just a man with a demanding job but someone carrying the weight of an entire world on his shoulders? And why, despite your frustration, did you find yourself wanting to wait for him, no matter how long it took?

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You sat there for what felt like an eternity, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as the candle flames on the table flickered weakly. The city skyline twinkled in the distance, mocking the emptiness you felt in Miguel’s absence. The untouched food had gone cold, and the wine in your glass had long lost its chill.

Every few minutes, you checked your phone, hoping for a message, a call, anything to let you know what was happening. But the silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive.

After an hour, your optimism started to fade. You told yourself he’d come back, that he wouldn’t just leave you like this without a good reason. But as time wore on, your resolve began to crack.

Finally, with a deep sigh, you pushed back your chair and grabbed your bag. The staff at the restaurant shot you sympathetic glances as you made your way out, their pity stinging more than the disappointment you felt.

You called your friends and they came to pick you up. You blocked them out , staring out of the window at the city as Robbie muttered about “gutting the guy”.

You replayed the evening in your head, trying to piece together the moments leading up to Miguel’s sudden departure. His watch, the urgency in his eyes, the promise he’d made to come back, it all left you with more questions than answers.

Once you got home, you slipped off your heels and tossed your bag onto the couch. The glow of the city lights streamed through your windows, but the beauty of the view did nothing to ease the knot in your chest. You poured yourself a glass of water, hoping it would settle your nerves, but even that felt like a futile gesture.

Hours passed. You showered, changed into your softest pajamas, and curled up on the couch with a blanket, determined not to dwell on the way the evening had fallen apart. But despite your best efforts, sleep didn’t come.

It was nearly 2 a.m. when a soft knock at your door broke the silence. You froze, your heart racing. No one came to your apartment this late, except maybe…

You rushed to the door, throwing it open without even checking the peephole. And there he was.

Miguel stood in the hallway, his usually composed demeanor shattered. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled and dusted with grime. A dark bruise marred his left cheekbone, and there was a fresh, jagged scar cutting across his lower lip. He looked exhausted, his broad shoulders sagging as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Miguel…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “What happened to you?” You wanted to grab the flowers he got you and hit him with them like Carrie Bradshaw, but he was already hurt enough.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. His gaze was heavy with guilt as he looked at you, then away, as if he couldn’t bear the sight of your face. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Come in,” you said, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter. He hesitated for a moment before crossing the threshold, his presence filling the small space of your apartment like a storm cloud.

You guided him to the couch, your heart aching at the sight of his injuries. “Sit down. Let me get something for that cut.”

“It’s fine,” he said gruffly, but the wince he couldn’t hide told a different story.

Ignoring his protests, you grabbed your first aid kit from the bathroom and returned to him. You knelt in front of him, your hands steady despite the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? Who did this to you?” you asked softly, dabbing at the cut on his lip with a cotton pad.

Miguel flinched slightly but didn’t pull away. “It’s not important.”

“It is to me,” you countered, your voice firmer now. “You left me sitting at that restaurant for hours, Miguel. And now you show up here looking like you’ve been through hell. You can’t just brush this off.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s… complicated.”

“Everything with you is complicated,” you said, your tone filled with equal parts frustration and concern. “But I deserve the truth, Miguel. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

He looked at you then, his dark eyes searching yours as if weighing whether to let you in or keep you at arm’s length. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something, but then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch.

“I just… needed to see you,” he said finally. “That’s all I can say right now.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening at the vulnerability in his voice. “Okay,” you whispered, though your heart ached for more answers. “But I’m not going anywhere. When you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be here.”

Miguel opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of gratitude and pain. He reached out, his calloused hand brushing against your cheek, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“Maybe not,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But you’re stuck with me anyway.”

Miguel’s voice was serious, low, and filled with a trembling vulnerability. “I love you,” he said, his dark eyes holding yours as if the weight of his words might be too much for either of you to bear.

“What!?” The confession caught you completely off guard. Your heart raced, and your voice quivered with disbelief. “I—”

“I adore you,” he continued, his tone softening as if he couldn’t bear for you to misunderstand. “Every moment, every choice I make, it’s for you. To keep you safe, to protect you.” His hand reached for yours, his fingers rough and warm against your skin.

Your mind reeled, trying to process what he was saying. “Miguel, what are you talking about? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” Concern laced your voice as you instinctively reached up to his temple, brushing back his unruly hair. Your fingers skimmed over a small knot, and you frowned. “You did, didn’t you?”

“No, it’s not that.” He caught your hand in his, pulling it gently away from his head. He held it against his chest instead, where you could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat. “I need you to understand. I—” He hesitated, searching for the right words, his jaw tightening before he finally whispered, “I’m Spider-Man.”

You froze, staring at him in stunned silence. The words felt surreal, almost laughable in their impossibility, but the look on his face told you he wasn’t joking. He was serious, painfully so.

“You’re… Spider-Man?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. You knew it. But you didn’t want to ruin the moment with a celebratory victory lap, even if you were itching to.

Miguel nodded, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. But I couldn’t. Not when it could put you in danger.”

Your mind raced with a hundred questions, but one rose above the rest. “Why now? Why tell me tonight?”

“Because I can’t keep lying to you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Every time I leave, every excuse I make, it kills me. You deserve the truth. Even if it means you’ll hate me for keeping it from you.”

You shook your head slowly, trying to absorb it all. “Miguel… I don’t hate you. I just—” You exhaled, your voice trembling. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll let me try,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours. “To be the man you deserve. To keep you safe, not just because it’s my instinct, but because I love you more than anything.”

Tears welled in your eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming depth of emotion in his words. You felt the sincerity in every syllable, in every touch, and it broke down the last of your defenses.

“I don’t need Spider-Man,” you whispered, leaning closer. “I just need you.”

Miguel’s breath hitched as you closed the space between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that felt like the culmination of every unspoken word, every stolen glance, and every touch that had lingered too long. It wasn’t rushed or frantic. It was slow, deliberate, filled with everything you couldn’t put into words.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, and his voice was thick with emotion. “I’ll never stop trying to be what you need.”

You smiled, brushing a hand along his jaw. “You already are.”

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Taglist: @keidilla @deputy-videogamer 

[berry-potchy]

Dad's Best Friend!Miguel O'Hara blurb because I'm obsessed

UPDATE: Part 2

I love the DBF!Miguel O'Hara scenarios that have you sneaking around and fucking while your family is around and unaware BUT consider:

DBF!Miguel O'Hara who offered to let you stay at his place when you moved out for college. You don't have to worry about rent or anything because he'll take care of everything. He'll take care of you.

It all seemed so good and innocent at the start. You even got to have the place to yourself most of the days because of his demanding job. Miguel said you can bring your friends over but no romantic partners or flings allowed. Not that you had anyone in that way when you're so busy yearning for Miguel. You've had a crush on him since forever and every time you tried to get into a relationship or have sex with anyone, anyone your age, your mind always compared them to Miguel. For the longest time you were hopelessly yearning, convinced that he'd never return your feelings until one night.

You were lying in bed trying to catch your breath after fucking your pussy raw with your vibrator thinking about how hot Miguel looked that morning in his nice suit, ready for an important business meeting he had. You were about to fall asleep when you felt the bed dip and suddenly Miguel was pulling you close to him, your back against his chest. Your bare ass still wet from your own slick, flushed against his erection and the only barrier that separated you was the same sexy suit you had been fantasizing about. He was so big, he felt bigger than how you imagined him and your cunt throbbed, seemingly ready to be used and abused again.

He kissed your neck, licking and sucking, marking you as his while murmuring how long he had been wanting to do this. He heard you moaning his name when you thought he was going to come home late and he immediately called in his office to tell them he's taking a sick leave. He's going to spend that time fucking you, on every surface in the house, making up for all those times you teased him in the mornings just walking around in an oversized shirt and no bra. You didn't even wear shorts around him, gave him a show of your cute ass, trying to reach mugs from the high kitchen shelves. He had to go shamefully jerk off in his car just so he didn't have to go to work with a very obvious boner. How'd he explain that to your dad when he inevitably bumped into him in the office? His precious little daughter living under the same roof as this pervert?

Hearing you moan his name while you fucked your slutty cunt was the last straw, all his self restraint went out the window. He took your vibrator from your hand and let it overstimulate your swollen clit but immediately take it away when he feels you almost going over the edge. You whine and beg him to let you cum but he just laughs. He promised you'll cum plenty of times, more than you can handle.

Of course he eats your pretty pussy out and fuck you all night in so many different ways, in positions you never even heard of. Your pussy was swollen and oversensitive, and you're pretty sure your cervix is deliciously bruised. Miguel kisses your pussy as an apology but gets distracted and tongue fucks you and makes you cum again.

You slowed down some time in the morning. Miguel made you breakfast but soon enough you found yourself bent over the kitchen counter getting railed again. You don't know how this man had that much stamina at his age. You were getting close to cumming when you heard your phone ring. Your dad was calling you. You helplessly looked back at Miguel, expecting him to stop so you can pick up the call but he didn't stop and clicked the answer button for you. Your dad happily greets you over the phone wondering how you're doing and you tried to keep your voice steady and told him everything's good and uni was going great. Miguel leaned over, pressing his chest on your back and driving his cock deeper and harder into you. It took everything in you not to cry in pleasure and you wondered if your dad can hear the erotic sounds of Miguel's cock abusing your sopping wet hole and his balls slapping your aching clit.

Your dad told you he heard Miguel was taking a sick leave which he has never done befor. He was convinced that he must be really sick for that workaholic to finally take a break so he asked you to take care of his best friend for him. You told him not to worry because you were taking really good care of him.

[webshooterrr9]

dbf!miguel staying over

i mean....... i had to eventually...

w.c: 2.6k

content warning: alcohol usage, age gap (reader is 21, Miguel is 35), smut, unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight dom/sub dynamic but not really because mig is such a sweetie and reader is sassy af, teasing because mig is secretly a meanie :(, not really tho he wants it just as much as her, big scary men whimpering!!!

sorry for y'all who don't speak spanish cuz i didn't feel like adding translations because it messed up the look but dw most of it is in english

Miguel and your father have been friends since college.

When your dad needed help with homework, Miguel was there. When your dad needed someone to pass to during the game, Miguel was there. When your dad mourned the loss of your mom, taken from the world too soon, Miguel was there. There were countless nights where Miguel would tutor your dad on subjects he struggled with after missing classes to take care of you: the angel he was gifted with in high school. Although he admits you came into his life a bit too early for comfort, he has always loved and prioritized you. And Miguel quickly became your dad’s best friend because, although he never met you, he could tell just how much your father cared about you.

And so he was always there for your dad. All through college and beyond.

It wasn’t until you started college that Miguel had the pleasure of meeting you. Your dad had planned a hangout with the three of you, telling you about how important it is to have a good friend on your side, how it helped him when times got tough.

And now you’re 21 - sitting on your childhood bed after coming home from college for the summer. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about Miguel since you’ve been home. When you met him three years ago, you were somewhat intimidated by him. How could you not? Look at the sheer size of that man. But you came to know through your school breaks that he was a lot more laid-back than you previously thought. You hate to admit it, but you’ve developed a slight crush on him. It’s stupid, you know, but how could you possibly resist those deep brown eyes and that smooth baritone voice that pulls you in every time?

Knock knock “Chiquita?”

You recognized that silky tone. It was Miguel.

“Yeah?” you say, putting your phone to the side. “Come in.” The doorknob twists and your door slowly creeps open. Behind it was that beautiful man: soft brown curls, slightly hidden by a backwards cap, a strong nose, dusty jeans that hug his legs just right, and a plain white tee with a gold cross dangling from a chain around his neck. Your dad’s best friend. Miguel.

He steps into your room and lingers by the door, a lazy smile across his face.  Dios… he was something else.

“¿Qué estás haciendo, mami? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You sit up straighter, trying not to look as lousy as you feel. He came in here looking like a goddamn Roman god and you’re just sitting in your pjs. “Just scrolling,” you reply. “Trying to enjoy my time without homework.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Your papi invited me over,” he says, stepping further into the room. “Just to catch up and share a few Modelos.”

You watch his arms cross over his chest, the sleeves of his tee tightening around his huge arms. “Doesn’t explain why you’re in here,” you say. “Shouldn’t you be out back with him, then?”

“What, ¿no puedo saludar a la hija de mi amigo?" he laughs. “That’s not fair.” he adds with a fake pout that makes you giggle.

“I didn’t say that,” you smile. He walks over and sits on the edge of your bed. You notice his watch gleam in the sunlight filtering through your windows. “Did you come here from work? Your shirt is dirty as hell.”

“You know how it is, beba. Being a blue collar worker is a tough job.”

You snort. “Please, being a mechanic is hardly blue collar work. You stay inside a garage all day.”

“My customers would beg to differ,” Miguel says. “You should see how many señoras come into my garage looking for a replacement for their shitty husbands.”

“Makes me feel like they’re tryna put a ring on it.” he wiggles his calloused fingers in front of you for added effect.

“Well, it makes sense,” you say. “You’re about their age anyway.”

“Oye!” he laughs. “I’m thirty-five, thank you very much. Not even close to their age.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, viejo.”

The sun had set an hour ago and he hadn’t gone home yet.

Despite the amount of times Miguel offered to leave, not wanting to overstay his welcome, your father insisted he stay for “ten more minutes” and handed him another beer each time. The sound of the two men laughing from the living room kept you awake. It normally wouldn’t bother you, since you’re a night owl anyway, but you have plans with your friend tomorrow that you have to wake up early for.

You exit the comfort of your bedroom and head into the living room where you find Miguel and your dad chatting loudly on the couch. Miguel’s arm is draped over the back of the sofa, which accentuates his already defined chest - not to mention the dim lamp light casting beautiful shadows on his face.

“Ah, mija, there you are!” your father exclaims, very drunkenly. “I was wondering where you were. No te he visto en todo el día!”

“Lo siento, papi.” You reply, leaning against the wall. Miguel’s stare feels hot on your skin. You can see him through your peripheral vision, looking as handsome as ever.

“Es tarde en la noche, chiquita.” Miguel says, his words coming out slower due to all the Modelo in his system. “Why are you still up?”

“That’s exactly why I came in here; to tell you two to shut up.”

“¡Oye! Watch your mouth, mija.” your dad says sternly, while Miguel just chuckles.

“Sorry, pequeña,” Miguel says, setting his beer down on the coffee table. “We’ll keep it down. But don’t swear at your padre, yeah? Respect your elders.”

“Uh huh.” you shrug, waving the two men goodbye as you retire to your bedroom. You were sure that Miguel would still be there when you woke up in the morning, but hopefully he’ll be passed out by then and not still chatting with your dad.

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You fall asleep almost immediately. The newly-installed fan in your room helped rid the summer heat and cool your bedroom to a comfortable temperature, while still allowing you to snuggle up under the blankets. A band tee and plain panties is all you wore, which was normal for you unless you were staying at a friend's house - at which point you’d obviously throw on some shorts. The moon shining through your windows acts as a sort of night-light, and you’re soothed to sleep by the crickets outside and the less-deafening sound of chatter from your living room.

Your alarm wakes you up around 8am, which is earlier than you normally start your day. As you go to turn off the noise, you hear a tired groan come from behind you. “Mmph… turn that off.”

You flinch and turn around, covering yourself with your blankets at the stranger in your bed. But it wasn’t a stranger. It was Miguel.

“Miguel!” you whisper-shout, nudging his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

He huffs and pushes his face into your pillow, and this is your first chance to get a good look at him. He’s shirtless, of course, but his muscular frame isn’t what draws you to him. His hair is tousled from sleep in a way you haven’t seen before, a grumpy pout peeking out from the pillow he’s buried his face in. He still has his gold chain around his neck, but he seems to have discarded his hat and jeans - which you see laying on your floor. You knew this man was gorgeous… but this was the most stunning you’ve ever seen him. The morning light only makes it better.

“Tu papá durmió en el sofá,” he mumbled, the sleepiness of his voice making him sound more attractive than ever. “And his room was too hot to sleep in.”

“That doesn’t explain why you decided to crawl into my bed unannounced.” you say.

He turns his head to look at you, and one of his arms slides under his pillow to prop himself up. “Cálmate, princesa. You had tons of room and it was cool in here.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

You sit up and brush the hair out of your face, trying to wake yourself up so that you can get ready. Miguel sleepily snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you back down. Your head flops on the pillow and messes up your hair once again.

“Quédate, mami. Sleep with me.” he mumbles, closing his eyes once more.

“E-Excuse me!?” Oh you were definitely blushing now. No way he just said that! You knew that he didn’t actually mean it like that… but you also knew that he wasn’t dumb. Whether his intentions were pure or not, you knew that he worded it that way on purpose. Was your silly little crush reciprocated?

He hugs you closer to him, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The cold metal of his necklace makes you shiver, especially in contrast with how hot his body is. Temperature, you mean.

“You heard me.” he doubles down.

“Do you even-”

“I know what I said, chiquita.” Miguel opens his eyes now - the lazy drawl of his voice becoming more awake and purposeful. His gaze on you is unbearable. You could feel the intensity of his stare. “And I know what I meant.”

You stare at him in silence. How could you speak? The man who you’ve had a crush on since you started college was in your bed, half naked, making a move on you. Part of you thinks that he’s waited long enough to finally do this, but another part of you feels some sort of guilt. He’s over a decade older than you, and a family friend no less. You can see through his eyes that he feels similarly, but his passion is overpowering any sense of guilt. Besides, you’re both adults. How bad could it be?

He leans over you, pinning you down onto your own mattress. A position that’s typically domineering, and yet, you can see his gaze soften uncharacteristically for him. He brushes a strand of loose hair away from your face.

“Que linda…” he mumbles, eyes trailing all over your face. “Eres tan hermosa.”

Miguel leans his face closer to yours, his gold cross dangling from his neck and touching yours. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. You’re stunned but also… excited?

“Miguel.”

“Yes?”

“Quiero sentirte.” you whisper, your eyes meeting his. You hear his breath catch in his throat. “Tócame. Hazme el amor.”

He chuckles, a flirty pout crossing his face. “Oh, pobrecita…” he grins, tracing your jawline with his dexterous fingers. Your face tilts up closer to his, your lips brushing as he speaks. “You know I can’t do that.”

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What?

“Why not?” he can visibly hear the disappointment in your voice. It almost makes him feel bad, especially with how beautiful you look in the morning light.

“Don’t wanna wake your papi, nena.” he caresses your face once more, leaning back a little so he can look at your face properly. “I can’t make you scream while everyone else is asleep. We have to keep this a secret. But where’s the fun in sex if I can’t hear your pretty whines, hm?”

You smack his chest. “Oh fuck off, Mig. Come here.”

Before he can respond, you grab him by his necklace and drag him down to your lips. The moment your mouths connect, it’s like fireworks going off in his head. He swears you taste better than any bizcocho he’s ever had. Miguel holds your waist as you tangle your hands through his hair, and he lets out a soft groan. His hips involuntarily rut against your thigh, and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

His hand dips between the two of you to tug your panties down, freeing your skin to his touch. His thumb lazily circles your clit, while the other calloused hand is still resting on your hips. He feels like he’s in heaven, feeling you squirm underneath him, but he knows this is only the start of the fun you’ll have together. He swallows every sound you make with his lips on yours, his tongue fighting with yours for control. He pulls his hands back once he’s sure that you’re wet and ready. You two are gasping for air by the time your lips part, and his deep eyes look into yours with a silent plea. You nod your head desperately.

Miguel makes quick work of removing what little clothes he had left on his lower body before sinking into your warmth, slowly but surely. You gasp.

He leans his forehead against yours, savoring the moment of stillness. It’s like you two are in your own little bubble - no one else can interfere. He kisses you lovingly as he starts to move, silencing any moans or sighs you might have that others could hear. You’re just for him, no one else can experience you. His thrusts are slow, but agonizingly deep. You feel it deep in your core, kissing your cervix with every push of his hips forward.

“God…” he whines. “You feel so fucking good. So good for me, baby.” You arch against him, your hands dragging along his back for support. He glances down at where your two bodies connect, and the sight almost makes him pass out. “Que cosita más linda, mami.” he whispers.

“Damelo… please..” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut with all the pleasure you feel.

“I am, nena, I am. It’s all for you, princesa. I promise.”

His pace speeds up a little more, but he’s still pushing into you just as deep, “Show me you love it, baby. Mírame.”

You meet his gaze with glassy eyes, breathing heavily and nails digging into his back. You wrap your legs around his slim waist and he throws his head back at the tighter feel. “That’s it, baby. Así así…”

He’s rutting into you wildly, chasing his high. You look down to watch as his dick disappears into your cunt. The wet sounds of his hips smacking yours clouds your mind. Each roll of his hips brings you closer to the edge. “You’re so pretty, muñeca. So so pretty f’me.”

His large hands sneak under your t-shirt and grope your tits, squeezing and caressing in a way that makes you hazy. “Want you to look at me while I fill you up. Can you do that for me, baby?”

You nod your head frantically, scratching the skin of his shoulders. You’ve never wanted anything more. The two of you are getting dangerously close to climax, and you swear you can hear him whimper.

“God, baby, feels so fucking good. No puedo más, no puedo más…!”

A squeal escapes you as he spills into your heat, with your own crescendo arriving shortly after. There’s a creamy white ring around his base as he starts to slow the roll of his hips. Miguel eventually stills and collapses, hugging you close in the same sort of cuddle as before, but still resting inside you.

After the exhaustion wears off, you pull back to stare into his eyes. A hand comes up to cup his face, rubbing his flushed cheek gently. “That was fucking amazing, Mig. I haven’t felt that good in so long.”

He laughs softly, returning your affectionate gaze. “Do you think your papi heard us?”

“Definitely not.” you giggle. “He’s a heavy sleeper.”

“That’s good.” Miguel holds you for a few more minutes, just silently staring at you. You can’t even imagine how blissed out you must look right now, but it’s all so gorgeous to him. “Eres increíble, mi vida.”

You hum in delight, stroking his cheeks once more. “You too, mi cielo.”

... you're gonna have to cancel your plans for today.

sort of switched to Miguel's pov in the last section cuz i wanted to experiment :))))

i hope you guys liked it!! dbf!miguel inspiration from @mybvalentine

and yes... he's a mechanic. it just suits him ok??

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webshooterrr9

[loganlermanstanaccount]

if ur still taking requests could u do dbf!miguel? :3

he would be a brat tamer, change my mind.

DBF!Miguel O'Hara

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

DBF!Miguel O'Hara x fem reader

summary: fucking dbf!mig in a closet at a christmas party <3

warnings: Minors DNI. 18+. Brat taming, PIV, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex. established relationship? idk, this isn't the first time y'all are fucking

a/n: if you squint this is christmas themed. happy holidays everyone!

wc: 1k

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Dbf!Miguel but he has some semblance of a conscience. He has just enough self awareness, the wherewithal to feel guilty as he fucks you - sighing into the crook of your neck as you whine. 

And God, do you whine… simpering, breathy little moans that go straight to his cock. The way you squirm underneath him, legs shaking and shivering so he has to dig into the meat of perfect thigh just a bit more; lapping at that dip below your jaw in a frenzy. 

“Quiet.” He hisses, grinding his pelvis against yours, pushing your body flat against the wall. 

“F-Fuck, Mig… can't–”

When your head tips back, and it will - he's been fucking you long enough to know your tells, to catch every shiver and creak of bones before you come - he'll lick up those moans too. 

You keen, fucking back on his length, and Miguel shifts his hips just so - hiking up your leg even higher. With one swift movement, you've wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hand in his hair. He's pulled out, tip of his cock kissing your hole, and then he slams himself back in - a delicious curve that hits just the right place. 

“Look at me.” He says it soft, tilting your chin so your noses graze against one another, lips barely a hair's breadth away. “You're close, baby.”

He says it like a statement, so attuned to you in that little coat closet, batting away fur trim and padding. And it's intimate, tits pressed up against him, spilling out of a push up bra under an itchy jumper you wore specifically for him - but of course, you wouldn't dare say as such. 

The way your lips press against him is enough, desperate and breathy. He presses the flat of his thumb - deliciously rough, with just the right amount of pressure - against your clit, and your legs buckle under the pleasure that it brings. 

“Look at me.” He says it again, crooning and gentle. “Want you to look at me when you come, hermosa.”

Like a dog in heat, what he says, goes; and you're brought to the edge by just his words. Quiet, like he said you should, and you nip at the juncture of neck peeking out from that thickly knit sweater, biting down a moan. It rips through you, bubbling up at your chest, causing you to clamp down on his length.

“Needy girl…. O-Oh fuck….” Miguel whispers it into your ear, holding you close. 

Eyes lidded, you trace cheekbone and deep furrows, addicted to the way his dimples look in the low light. And when you tug, hand in his hair and pulling him closer, deeper, milking his cock; he rewards with you with hot cum and a sloppy kiss. 

Hips stuttering, eventually he pulls out; tucking his cock back into loose slacks. You're breathless, slumped back onto cool. wall. 

“Give me a second…” You huff. 

“Here,” He says, wrapping the limp limbs around his shoulders even tighter. “Don't be a brat.”

It’s said without any real venom, quiet protests kissed into skin. He sinks to his knees, using his thumbs to open up your cunt, marvelling at the way you glisten. It makes you hot under the collar, batting him away. Regardless, Miguel persists, swiping his tongue at your pretty hole and taking a careful taste. 

You squirm - half-heartedly, with a hand in his hair - as he presses pretty kisses, eating out his cum with a nose at your clit. You're close, tugging  That second orgasm, ever elusive, is snatched away.

“Fuck you.” You spit, watching him wipe a hand across stubble as he gets up. 

“Watch the attitude. S'why we're here in the first place.”

“No.” Adjusting your skirt, you step forward. If looks could kill, Miguel could give you a run for your money, you realise with a grimace. “We're here because you're a dirty old man.”

He rolls his eyes, arms crossed in the tiny space.

“Someone needs to teach you some manners.” He grunts.

…by fucking you in a coat closet? You raise an eyebrow. 

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He doesn't crack a smile, opting for a hand snaked under your skirt instead. Squeezing your ass, he presses you against him and gulps down subsequent moans. You both separate with a wet pop. 

He goes to bed with a hand down his pants, fucking his hand to the pictures you send him late at night. But you already know that. 

Miguel sighs, watching as you slip out of the little room, smoothing out the wrinkles in your skirt, adjusting a crinkly paper crown. After a reasonable amount of time, he follows the path you must have taken, across the hall and into the dining room, met with a dozen faces milling about. 

There you are in the corner, pressing manicured nails to a screen; ignoring the way half the people in the room ogle you: the boss's kid. His chest puffs up, protective. There's a line drawn in the sand, between him and them. When he looks you up and down, traces the curve of thigh disappearing under a too-short skirt…. it's different, he thinks. 

As if you can hear his thoughts, you look up. Catching his eye, he doesn't miss the way your thighs squeeze together, nor how you shift your red sweater to hide a blossoming bruise. 

Good. You're learning. 

Your dad asked him to take care of you - preening and dithering despite the fact you were grown; definitely not his wide eyed little girl. Spoilt rotten, sure. But Miguel will do anything to keep you safe, even if that means a few... corrective measures. 

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt Dad Bod!Miguel…

Ft. Daddy, Praise, n Size kink!!! (Duh.)

[NSFW]

You leave the classroom after enduring the most stupid 3 hour 8am lecture that you needed for a stupid credit for the stupid degree that you cried and prayed for.

Your spirit is immediately lifted once you see your boyfie waiting outside of the building for you, the six-foot-nine man leaning against his car like a total poser. His burly arms are crossed, which makes his pecs bulge through his shirt even more. In your opinion, he fills out his button-up perfectly; the short sleeves barely able to contain his biceps, the hairs of his chest peeking out the first three open buttons… and his soft belly. Perfect for naps. You couldn’t see it from here, but you just knew his ass was lookin good in those jeans, too. You crash into his arms, kisses planted on your head. “Missed you today, mamita.” He mumbles into your hair. “Missed you more, baby. Now, please, take me home.”

You step in the house and face plant onto the couch. You could’ve fallen asleep right there, but you feel a breath on your ear, “Mamita, aye…”, you lift your head with a “hm?” toward the gentle voice, “Mama, ven a la cama… será mejor que’l sofá, beba… ven, ven…” you let out a small ‘Mph’ when you’re peeled off the couch. Miguel scoops you up bridle style, as if you were a feather, and takes you to the bedroom.

Once you sluggishly remove your clothes, down to your panties and tank top, you, again, face plant into what feels like heaven (your bed). Miguel goes to change so that he’s just wearing his boxers. He stops in front of the full-body mirror, looking at himself. His muscles are still there, but he isn’t too happy with what he sees, having gained some weight since being with you, but more importantly, he wonders if you think the same. Even a little bit.

You smile to yourself as you feel the stomach of your lover pressed against your back, wrapping you with his strong, hairy arms and entangling his thick legs with yours, cocooning you in a bundle of warmth. “Comfy, mamita?” He presses a tender kiss on your temple. You sleepily nod your head against the pillow, blissful in your position as little spoon. There’s a moment of peaceful silence as his calloused hand starts to affectionately rub your back under the tank top.

The thought still eats at him, though.

“Bebe…”

“hm?”

“Esta feliz conmigo?”

“What?” Your head snaps up toward him. There’s genuine concern in your voice.

“I love you, that’s no question, but if you want to have your college fun, you should be able to. I don't want you to miss out on experiences because of… me. ” You sit up now, looking at him with furrowed brows, “What’re you talking about?” He looks down at the bare skin of your thigh, a deep, discouraged sigh escaping his lips as his pointer finger caresses the skin there, “I just want you to be happy. More than anything.”

In one swift motion, you straddle him. “Missing what? Those dumb frat parties filled with little boys who wouldn’t know how to handle me? You’re so silly, baby.” You press a tongue-filled kiss on his lips, and a low growl erupts in his throat. “Ugh, I’d miss out on a million parties if it meant having all this.” You murmur against his lips before starting a trail of kisses down his torso, even with an occasional nibble, the warmth and hair of his skin meeting your lips the whole way down. You worshipped every inch of his thick body with your lips, all the way from his broad and hairy chest, his stretch marks, to his chubby midriff, down his mouth-watering happy trail, and finally to the hem of his boxers, where a bulge began to form.

You look up and give him a sultry look, “No college boy could ever compare to my fine ass hubby." His voice becomes strained, breath labored as you take your index finger and rub precise circles on his wet tip through his boxers, making him hiss. “fuck, mami… what did I do to deserve you? Eres una Bendicion, tu sabes?”, he caresses your cheek with his thumb, “Scored a fucking goddess… I’m so fuckin’ lucky. No sé cómo conseguí una mujer como tú..” he coos.

"And you’re so big n’ strong n’ handsome, Daddy. I love it.” Your voice combined with your touch made his dick twitch, his now angry tip slightly peeking out. You fail to fight back a small moan when you release his pretty cock from the confines of his boxers, it springing against his lower belly. Drool began to form in your mouth. You haven’t even tasted it and you were already cock drunk. “love this cock s’much…so perfect.” you mewl as you slowly begin pumping his cock. Miguel pathetically looks down at you; The prettiest girl in the world showing him the attention he doesn’t feel worthy of but oh so deserves. “Awe, You want daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby?” He tuts, his voice all sweet and pouty.

“Mhm,” you nod, a meek expression on your face.

“Let me show my man just how happy I am to be his.”

And any self-doubt that Miguel had about you being with him was poof! Gone.

*sighs* He sew cewt. Hope u liked it <3

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[truetogaia]

✮-- Mind stuffed with thoughts about sucking off dbf!miguel in the privacy of your own room

Your soft hands gripped at his big thighs as he sat in front of you. His cock was snug in your tight little throat, mushroomy tip abusing the back of it as his girth forced tears to well in the corner of your eyes. He was throbbing in your hot, wet mouth as your saliva pooled at his base and dripped down his balls. 

Miguel couldn’t suppress the quiet groans and grunts of pleasure, occasionally letting them slip from his lips. His breaths grew shorter as your throat contracted so deliciously around his hot tip, wet tongue running up and down his slit, circling the head. Your pretty, wet lashes fluttered with each bob of your head, cheeks already damp and stained by the rolling tears. 

He couldn’t help but thrust lazily into your mouth when you took him extra deep, not when you made sure to hum and moan around his cock. Or when your eyes found his, locking his gaze with yours as you gagged on his length, making sure to let him know just how big he was.

“M-mierda..” he’d mumble under his breath, desperately trying to uphold a facade of control as his large hand gripped your makeshift ponytail. 

“Eager? Hm, cariño? Quiet down the gagging, someone might.. hear- fuck..” His ragged breath and lust filled eyes just spurred you on, making you take him so deep your nose was flush against his base, eyes watering again right after you had just managed to blink away all the tears. 

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[kingalooo]

❀𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 *:･ﾟ

A little jealous dbf!miguel x fem!reader for those who are like me and are STARVED for more of this man. It’s concerning how much I want him :(((

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: After a sorority event at your college a guy decides to give you flowers. Bringing them home with you, your dads best friend Miguel gets a little jealous.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: dbf!miguel x fem!reader

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(Outfit: baby pink long sleeve with really short shorts for the thick mamis yummy)

A crush was an understatement.

Definitely an understatement when it came to this man.

I peered outside of my bedroom window to look down at the pair that were standing in the yard. My attention wasn’t currently on my dad that hadn’t stopped talking for the past 5 minutes but instead was on the other man directly in front of him.

It was as if God himself came down to earth just to carve this handsome and incredibly sexy human being into existence.

Miguel continued nodding to whatever was coming out of my dads mouth with his arms crossed over his chest, making his veins fairly visible even at a distance. I felt myself drooling over this man. Quickly shaking my head I grabbed my school backpack and headed off to the sorority meeting that I needed to attend.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the door to face both of the men outside.

“Princesa! A donde vas?” My dad quickly turned his attention to me as I opened the door, making Miguel’s eyes stray. I gulped. (Princess! Where are you going?)

“Apa I have to go see my sorority team for our charity event today, remember?” I crossed my arms over my chest as I spoke, knowing he had completely forgotten. (Apa- Dad)

“Ya te estás poniendo viejo! Como no te vas a acordar de los eventos de tu hija?” Miguel playfully hit my dads shoulder as he spoke. (You’re getting old! How are you going to forget your daughter's events?)

My eyes darted to Miguel as he made his comment. My dad instantly glared at him before turning back to me.

“Okay que te vaya bien mi niña…” My dad sighed before giving me a kiss on the forehead. Miguel stood there eyeing me before giving me a small grin and waving his hand. (Okay my girl good luck)

“Como andas mami?” He asked kindly, I felt my heart skip a beat. With a genuine smile I make my way towards him as well to give him a hug. He placed his big hands on my waist and gripped my hips tightly. (How are you mami?)

“I-I’m good…y tú?” Fuck me. God was not on my side this morning with the way my legs gave in a bit. I felt my face heat up as I quickly pulled away from his grasp. My gaze found his, he grinned down at me it almost felt taunting.(and you?)

“Bien mami, que te vaya bien hoy al rato nos vemos.” He said softly before turning his attention back to my dad. I nodded quickly and said goodbye to both of them before heading to my car. (Good mami, good luck I’ll see you later.)

My mind was everywhere after that simple conversation, it’s been like this since my dad and him became friends back in my freshman year of college. Both of them ended up working at the same carpenters company and became close instantly. He would invite Miguel to our cookouts, family parties, or just to watch the soccer games. My heart would beat out of my chest anytime he’d come over. Whenever he would come talk to me and let me chismear with him about college, he would always seem so interested in how I was and how school/life was going. Which was one of the reasons why I was starting to crush on him. (Chismear = gossip)

Not just because of how undoubtedly attractive he was. But it was definitely on the list.

I tried my best to draw my attention to anyone else in school to at least diminish the crush but it never worked. It would always be the comparisons between the guy and Miguel.

Was he attentive? No. Miguel would always be attentive to me.

Did he make sure to make me feel comfortable? No. Miguel always makes me feel comfortable.

Does he know your favorite color? No. Miguel knows my favorite color.

No.

No.

No.

It was aggravating how none of these other guys, who were my age, fit the Miguel checkbox. It was tiring enough to have a crush on my dads best friend.

•✿❀✿•

The sororitys charity event had gone smooth thankfully. It was dark out by the time I got back home. I quickly lock my car and unlock the front door to the house. Chatting and laughter was instantly heard as I stepped in.

He’s still here?

I grip the bouquet of flowers in my hands and make my way into the living room.

“I’m back apa.” I say before giving my dad a kiss on the cheek.

“Como te fue mija? Y esas flores que?” My dad asked curiously as he eyed the bouquet in my hand. I flush instantly. (How did it go sweety? And what about those flowers?)

“The event went well! A-Ah…this guy at the charity event gave them to me! He was one of the freshmen that came to assist us.” I stammer noticing Miguel’s stare from the corner of my eye.

“Why?”

Both mine and my dads eyes snapped towards Miguel. His tone wasn’t soft and sweet like how he would always talk to me but instead cold and harsh. After noticing the questioning looks me and my dad were giving him, he quickly changed his intense expression.

“I mean…was it for all of you girls or for the event?” He cleared his throat and caught himself quickly.

“Oh…no it was just for me actually. It was a really nice gesture.” I smiled genuinely as I tried to ease the awkwardness. My dad chuckled.

“He likes you~” My dad teased while poking my ticklish side.

“Apa no! He was just being sweet, that's all!” I frowned at him and swatted his hand away.

Miguel on the other end wasn’t having it. He was fuming in his seat as he took another sip of the beer in his hand. His eyes stayed on the bouquet of roses in your hand making him want to throw them away just to get you a better bouquet and not from some random boy.

Was it stupid to be jealous over someone younger than him? Sure. Did he give a fuck? Definitely not.

The daughter of his best friend has been a plague in his mind ever since he stepped in this house. He purposely tried to come over any chance he could just to see you. The way it was obvious how nervous you would get whenever he was around. The way you stammer over your words whenever he gets too close. The way your innocent eyes would look at him. He desperately wanted to see those eyes rolling back as he ruined you and pounded into you mercilessly.

It was addicting.

Too addicting.

Sometimes he’d have to keep himself from looking too long just like today. Those fucking shorts were too short for your own damn good. The plumpness of your thighs and how the meat of your ass was almost out for everyone’s eyes. It was too much for him. The way the color pink makes you look so innocent but so sexy at the same time made him go ballistic.

The sudden sound of a phone ringing snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Pinche madre… ahorita vengo me anda llamando el jefe. Bueno!” My dads voice echoed down the hall into his bedroom as he shut the door behind him. (Motherfucker…I’ll be right back, the boss is calling me. Hello?)

Silence.

I cleared my throat before heading into the kitchen and leaving the flowers on the counter. My heart was racing too much. I tried to keep my cool before speaking again.

“Do you want anything else to drink Miggy?” I called out to him.

Silence.

“Miguel?” I called out again. I pursued my lips together as I heard footsteps, assuming they were my dads I turn my back to the living room and grab water. The foot steps drew closer while I turned back around with a cup of water in my hand.

“Is Miguel mad apa?-“ I ask before two arms trapped me against the counter. My eyes widen as I look up to see Miguel’s eyes staring back down at me.

“Am I mad?” He asks back in a harsh tone.

My mouth fell open as I tried to answer back with my mind going completely blank.

“Cant even get an answer back…” He spit, he took the cup from my hand and took a sip before putting off to the side.

“I am mad mami because some random little boy decided to give you flowers…” He said with a grin before twirling a strand of my hair with his finger. My brows furrow, my hands press against his chest.

“And what about it? I-It was just a nice gesture!” I say back and turn away from him with a huff.

“Ha…a nice gesture? Don’t defend him mami because you and me both know that little shit likes you…”

I don’t respond but instead pushed him away from me. He stared down at me as I put some distance between the two of us.

“Why are you mad about it anyway…”

I mumble turning my back to him. My fingers delicately run over the petals before his hand gripped my wrist in a swift motion. His chest was pressed against my back as he leaned into my ear.

“Because I don’t want any man giving my girl flowers…”

Holy shit.

My breath hitched but not only because of how close he was. But “My girl?” My legs quivered a bit but I tried my best to stand my ground.

“No soy tuya…” I spit back knowing damn well I would drop at the chance of being called his again. He chuckled in my ear before pressing himself closer against me. (I’m not yours)

“Don’t pretend that you don’t like me mami. Those pretty eyes of yours tell me everything I need to know…” He whispered as his hand trailed up and down my waist.

“Miguel my dad is going to come out any minute!” I try to push back only to be met with his hips pressed against my ass. His hand grips my waist as he rubs himself against me.

“Mami me vale, lo único que quiero ahorita es tenerte para mi y solo para mi…” The tone in his voice softened down almost to a whisper. The way he spoke did something to me, it made me not care about my surroundings and the consequences of getting caught. I threw any sense of control away as I slowly leaned down on the counter to arch my back a bit. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. (Mami I don’t care, the only thing I want right now is to have you and only for me)

“Ves? Sueño en tenerte así…” He moaned softly, seeing me oblige to his touch. (See? I dream about having you like this)

”¿Sueñas conmigo?” I tease, completely letting go of the shyness that I originally felt. I rub my ass against his stiff erection that touched my inner thigh. He groaned in response. (You dream about me?)

“How the fuck could I not? Mírate mami…te rezo…” His tone only made me weak. He thrusted against my clothed area almost begging to take off what was separating us. (Look at you mami…I pray for you)

“Miguel~…” A soft whine left my lips as the dry thrusts were only making my neediness worse. He huffed in a frustrated manner.

“Fuck this.” Was all he said before moving the denim fabric to the side as he inserted two fingers into my dripping cunt. A small moan left my lips before my hand quickly covered my mouth.

“Calladita mami…we wouldn’t want your dad to hear how needy you are do we?” He whispers in my ear as he pumped faster into my cunt. My eyes shut tightly while my walls tighten around his thick fingers. (Quite Mami)

“You’re swallowing me mami…”

His dirty words only made me want more from him. My dad begin a couple rooms down from us completely left my mind, all I could think of now was Miguel. The adrenaline was sky rocketing as my hips bucked against his fingers for more friction.

“M-Miguel this- this isn’t right…” I moan helplessly, feeling a knot in my stomach forming once he sped up.

“Oh but it’s so right mami…look at you moving all on your own for my fingers.” He mused in my ear. Quiet moans were muffled by my hand as he continued to finger me mercilessly. But before I could release against him, the soft vibration of my phone echoed in the kitchen. My eyes darted instantly to the phone next to me before Miguel’s hand grabbed it. A small ‘tsk’ left his lips before he clicked answer.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi is Y/N there?”

“She’s busy right now. Who is this?” He mumbled back in an annoyed tone as he slowed his pace. I whine softly and I turn to glare at him.

“Can you let her know that Eric from the charity event called? I just wanted to ask if she liked the flowers…”

My eyes widen once I heard that familiar voice. Miguel instantly inserted another finger and fastened his pace again but this time more aggressively. I gripped the counter top tightly trying to hold back my moans while he was on the phone.

“We’ll this is her boyfriend speaking and I’d appreciate you not giving my girlfriend flowers.” He spat back before hanging up and putting the phone back down of the counter.

“Did you like the flowers mami? Tell me right now if you liked him giving you those fucking flowers.” He asked harshly into my ear as he continued pumping into me. I shook my head in response, feeling my release nearing again.

“Use your words mami…”

“N-No~ I-I didn’t like them…” I whine back as quietly as possible.

Satisfied, he pumped faster and faster before my sweet release dripped all over his hand. I held myself up with the little bit of energy I had left in me before standing up straight again.

“That’s my girl…always doing so good for me…” He said, staring down at me with a smirk as he licked on his fingers and hand until he was all cleaned up. He pulled me against his chest while I adjusted my shorts again before frowning at him.

“You didn’t have to be so mean you know?” I cross my arms over my chest as I tried to ease my panting. He shrugged before kissing my cheek.

“Serves him right for liking my girl.”

“Dónde están?” (Where are you guys?)

Our heads snapped to the sound of my dads voice getting closer. I pushed him away and quickly sat on the opposite side of the counter before my dad came in.

“Aquí estamos apa!” I say back. He stepped into the kitchen and stared at the both of us. (We’re in here dad!)

“Por que tan callados?” He asked suspiciously, turning his attention to Miguel who shrugged. (Why are you guys so quiet?)

“Por nada solo le decía que ese muchacho que le dio flores está enamorado de ella” Miguel smiled in a teasing manner before my dad turned back to me. (Nothing, I was just telling her that the guy that gave her flowers has a crush on her.)

“A lo mejor si mija échale ojo!” My dad laughed before going back into the living room. (Maybe my girl, keep an eye on him!)

I glared at him. He motioned me over with his hand, making sure my dad was out of sight. I peer into the living room before going back to him again.

“What?” I whisper.

“There’s gonna be something waiting for you tomorrow morning. Be on the look out okay?” He whispered back before planting another kiss on my cheek. I smiled before nodding as we both head back into the living room.

•✿❀✿•

I woke up bright and early to get a head start on my homework before running some errands. After finishing some assignments there was a soft knock at the front door. I waited a bit before heading out and opening the door.

An enormous bouquet of roses laid on the door mat. My mouth fell open as I looked around for anyone in sight that could have left them. I pick them up and shut the door behind me. There was a small note on the top that read:

“Estas flores son más hermosas que las que te dio ese idiota.

Con mucho amor, M”

(These flowers are way more beautiful than the ones that idiot gave you. With love, M)

Yeah. Definitely an understatement.

[gltzpzy]

dbf!miguel playing the guitar ?!?! say less ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[monarchberrysblog]

Imagine dbf Miguel…

art credit to a lovely moot here @gltzpzy your art gives me life 🙂‍↕️

Wearing one of his undershirts, you stand idly at his door. You shake your head in disbelief, feeling childish at the idea of you being at his bedroom door at four in the morning. With a fist, you raise it to knock on the door but fail. You didn't want to interrupt his seven hours of sleep.

“This is stupid…” You think as you slowly back away from the door.

The floorboard under your feet creaked, creating a loud groan from your heavy weight against the sensitive wood. You scrunch your brows and close your eyes shut.

“¿Princesa?” His voice sends vibrations down your spine. “Yeah?” You croak out, your tone cracking.

“Are you having trouble sleeping, princesa?”

“…no?”

The silence was enough to tell you that he raised a brow from skepticism, and you could feel it through that wooden door.

“Okay, maybe I am. I keep hearing the neighbors singing drunkardly. And I wondered if I could sleep in your room tonight.” Silence sags the cold air, but the sound of the bed creaking from the other side of the door is enough to sink a sense of guilt into you.

The door swings open, and the smell of his cologne lingers in the air before the sensation of his hand ruffling the crown of your head. “C’mon in,” he sighs before gently tugging you into the room.

The sight of his messy bed, mostly bedsheets, indicated that he was enjoying a good night's sleep before you interrupted.

“Get into bed. I warmed it up for you…” he grumbles, a half-ass attempt at a joke. He combed his bed hair back before he took the left side of the bed, allowing you to take the right side.

The moment your body landed on his mattress, the softness and warmth enveloped you like a crispy burnt marshmallow on an autumn evening. “Ven para acá, princesa.” He waves his hand over after he settles down on the bed.

“¿Just get some sleep, m’kay?” He sighs, pulling you closer to his chest while rubbing a gentle hand on your arm. “¿Duérmete, okay?”

You nod before you snuggle closer to him. “Es hora de dormir, ignora los vecinos.” He sighs, his lips resting against your temple. “Duérmete…” He mumbles.

Bonus:

The shock of waking up to 300 pounds against your chest is enough to scare anyone, especially if this 300 pounds embracing you close with no escape, especially with a loud snore filling your ears at eight in the goddamn morning.

“Dammit, Miguel.”

[anchoeritic]

riding dad’s best friend!miguel’s thigh right after you leave your parents’ dinner next door.

“you ready, baby? talk to me.” straddling his thick thigh all warm and tight while his hands are firmly gripping onto each side of your hips, ready to guide you through his praises and movements. “mhm.. i feel you.” he could tell you were already excited. you were practically dripping down from your inner thighs, your slick soaking up his jeans.

“tsk tsk, already whining and you haven’t moved a bit. you need it so bad? look so pathetic already, dumb girl.” all it took was a simple phrase to get you going. to get you whimpering under his touch. the rasp of his voice telling you how pretty and pathetic you looked sat on top of him. “go on. do it yourself.” his eyes watched you as your hips began to rock against him, sitting back and observing how you were using him to get yourself off.

what a poor thing. using your dad’s best friend to get yourself off. you couldn’t do it yourself so you resorted to the next best thing to your fingers; his body. it wasn’t any better than he made you do it yourself. no, he refused to touch you. he refused to give up his cock so easily for you. to listen to every single word he let slip out. “so fuckin’ needy.” every degrading one, every praise, everything had you on the tip of your toes. you were so close yet so far from your high, and he loved to witness you fall apart just like that.

[thefangirlfever]

Sexy dbf! Miguel that, dominant dbf! Miguel this... What about corny and soft dbf! MIiguel?

Like dbf! Miguel making dad jokes.

dbf! Miguel who is bad with a computer, like really bad it's actually funny.

dbf! Miguel who falls asleep in the middle of watching TV, his glasses dangling from his nose as he quietly snores?

What about dbf! Miguel who sings badly but proudly at the top of his longs during every car ride the bangers from his younger days?

Dbf! Miguel whose passion is like puzzles. He is actually very good at this. And even if he feels a bit embarrassed to show them to you, you're never judgmental with him. And he feels more and more confident to show you the small scale models he makes during his free time. Like this man is skilled with his hands (in more ways than one) and he likes this type of hobbies who allow him to relax.

dbf! Miguel who always guesses the culprit during a thriller. You don't know how he does that but he is always right.

What about dbf! Miguel who is so embarrassed that he actually turns red when you discover old pictures of him with his very questionable fashion sense from the 90s?

dbf! Miguel who snuggles up with you on the couch to watch old movies with you during a rainy day, remembering how he used to see them in the theaters when they came out and now they are this easily available and he can enjoy them with you.

dbf! Miguel who laughs with you when you both watch an old horror movie together, trying to convince you that it was actually scary at the time. But all you can see are the poor special effects, the pathetic plastic mannequin supposed to be a dead body...but he doesn't care if the movie you're watching sucks because you're actually together.

What about insecure dbf!Miguel who starts panicking when he notices a few grey hair on his head. And he turns all sheepish and looks at you with a guilty look when you stumble upon him trying to dye his grey roots.

Absolutely flustered dbf!Miguel who squirms and blushes slightly when you tell him that he doesn't need to hide himself, to hide anything or that his hair shines like silver.

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I think I like dbf! Miguel because this AU allows us to imagine Miguel getting older, which is something he might not be able to do because of his dangerous life and his mutation. Like, I want that man to experience a real, peaceful life at some point.

That's enough delusion for today. I'll leave you with these thoughts ~

Edit: thanks for the 200 likes, folks. I'm so glad you liked this 🌻

[berry-potchy]

Dad's Best Friend!Miguel part 2

Summary: Your dad shows up unannounced, interrupting your romantic dinner with Miguel. He plants seeds of doubt in your pretty little head that Miguel is more than happy to snip off

Tags: DBF!Miguel x F!Reader, age gap, college age reader, P in V sex, size difference (smaller reader), brief under the table footjob, spanking, insecurities, vague mention of Miguel’s past relationships, uncomfortable relationship talk with your dad who means well but ends up making you feel like shit anyway

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Surprise! The second part actually exists. It’s been almost a year since part one and I kept teasing part 2 but I couldn’t think of a way to end it. I considered just abruptly cutting it off and post it but I just couldn’t do it. BUT HERE IT IS NOW. Hope you guys still enjoy it!

Part 1

It has been a week since Miguel has caught you masturbating to the thought of him. A week since you found out that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. A week of absolute depravity that you thought only happened in porn. He fucked you all over the house; no room, furniture, or surface was left untouched during your vigorous lovemaking.

Unfortunately, his “sick leave” had to come to an end and so did your self-imposed break from uni. He’s going back to work the next day so you decided you were going to do something special and make the most of the last evening of his leave. Of course, there’ll be more times to fuck but you feel the need to give him something special before he goes back to his workaholic mode. Maybe it’ll encourage him to start coming home earlier.

You had everything planned. You and Miguel had a lovely early dinner that he helped you prepare. The way it was so easy to fall into a domestic routine made your heart flutter. You’d have to ask him if you can do this with him more often when he’s not so busy with work. You also had wine that Miguel picked out for both of you. You trusted his mature tastes even though you knew he preferred hard liquor. And for dessert, well…

“That’s it, gatita,” Miguel grunted in your ear, a deep growl rumbles from his chest as he rams his fat cock relentlessly into your greedy cunt. “Taking my cock so well. I’m gonna miss this when I’m at work tomorrow. Gonna think about your tight little pussy while I’m in a boring meeting.”

You can’t form any coherent words from how aggressive his thrusts were. Each thrust drove his cock deeper into you, his tip kissing your cervix, knocking the air out of your lungs and the words out of your little cock drunk brain. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms holding his broad shoulders for support, hands desperately clawing at his back. You clung to him tightly as he fucked you standing up in the middle of the kitchen. He took full control of your body, his large hands on your waist, moving you up and down his cock as he pleased, like you’re his personal living cocksleeve.

“My little slut can’t even talk anymore,” he laughs at your pathetic whimpers and whines “Taking my cock like a good girl. Going to make sure you feel it until tomorrow.”

You bury your face in the crook of his neck panting, mumbling “please” over and over again against his skin. Your tits are pressed against him, sensitive nipples rubbing against the dusting of dark hair on his chest with every movement. The burning knot in your stomach is threatening to come undone.

“You’re gonna cum for me, princesa?” he said as his thrusts grow frantic. “Wanna feel your pussy milk my cock dry. She’s so greedy for my cum. Sucking me in so good I can’t even try to pull out.”

You arch your back as you feel your orgasm rip through you, making you see white for a second. Miguel catches you, an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders to keep you from falling over as he keeps on rutting into you to chase after his own climax. He pulls you closer to him to capture your mouth into a kiss as you feel his hot cum coat your velvety walls. You moan against his lips, giving his tongue access to your mouth, making you melt in his arms.

You reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He coos at how absolutely wrecked you looked, the pretty makeup you did for him all smeared and messed up. The red of your lipstick is no longer on your lips but all over Miguel – on his lips, cheeks, neck, chest, trailing all the way down to the red ring near the base of his cock.

Miguel sets you down on the dining table, hands keeping your knees apart to watch his cum dripping out of your sloppy hole. Your hands grab your breasts, squeezing them together for his viewing pleasure. Miguel moans at the sight. You are so perfect to him.

“I’m going to see your dad again in the office tomorrow,” he says, kneeling in front of your spread legs, ready to eat his dessert. He licks his lips and rubs his large hands up and down your thighs “I’m sure he’s going to have questions. I’ll make sure to tell him how good you were, taking care of me and making me feel so much better.”

He was about to dive in when the doorbell rang. You hear him growl a string of Spanish curse words under his breath as he reluctantly stands up from where he was kneeling. He tries to calm down and you sit up to wipe the sweat and lipstick off his face. You help him put on his shirt, straightening it out as much as you can with your hands as he tucks away his half-hard cock in his sweatpants. You brush his messy hair back away from his forehead, trying to make him look presentable for when he answers the door.

“I’ll be quick,” he sighs, kissing you on your temple as he pulls away and walks out the room. You can’t help but be a little curious as to who is looking for Miguel this late in the evening. You try to stand up, snatching the silk robe you were wearing earlier to peek at the visitor when you hear an all too familiar voice echo in the halls.

“Miguel! You look like shit!” The loud booming voice of your father makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over?” Miguel said, trying to act normal as you hear him letting your dad in. “You should’ve called.”

“Well I did try to but neither you nor my daughter were answering,” he said “Anyway where is she? I brought you guys your favorites for dinner. I’ll even set up the dinner table for you.”

That got you to snap back to reality. Shit, shit, shit!

You start running to your room, careful not to leave a trail of Miguel’s cum on the floor. You try to wash off any traces of sex with a quick shower and change into a simple shirt and unfortunately with a bra and shorts on this time. Can’t have your dad know you parade around the house half-naked for a man twice your age.

Downstairs, Miguel’s boner is fully killed. He didn’t even get to clean you up with his tongue. Shame. Your dad is talking about work stuff but he’s only half-listening. He helps him set the table for your second dinner of the evening, not able to turn down his best friend lest he gets suspicious. He eyes a few white drops on the table and reluctantly wipes it with the hem of his shirt. His eyes meet yours as you enter the room, drying your hair with a towel. You give him a tight-lipped smile before going in to greet your dad.

You have an okay dinner together: Your dad did most of the talking, which is usually what happens between him and Miguel anyway. He also is still under the impression that Miguel was actually sick so he got a pass. You however have to pretend you aren’t annoyed that the night you planned is ruined as you answer his questions about uni.

“No boys? Partners? I told Miguel not to let you bring any around,” he says smugly to which Miguel smirks, taking a sip of the whisky your dad brought over.

“Dad, please,” you groan, sliding down on your chair, which makes him laugh out loud. You steal a glance at Miguel, pouting, and he’s laughing along. Traitor.

“I just wanted to be sure my baby’s focusing on her studies,” he says, putting his hands up in surrender before adding “and that I don’t end up a grandpa too soon.”

They keep laughing but thankfully, Miguel changes the topic. You give him a look of relief and rub your foot on his leg as a silent thank you. He keeps talking to your dad, pretending not to feel your foot stray further up until it rests on his inner thigh, the tip of your toe toying with the outline of his cock. He grabs your ankle but doesn’t stop you. He instead moves to sit a little closer to the table so you can rub the sole of your foot against his clothed length.

You’re playing a dangerous game. Your dad is right there he could look under the table and find his precious daughter giving his best friend a footjob in front of the dinner and alcohol he so graciously brought over. But you were feeling petty about your ruined plans and Miguel doesn’t seem to mind the attention to his cock.

You bite your lip, feeling his cock harden under your touch. He must feel sticky and uncomfortable under his sweatpants after not being able to wipe his dick of your combined fluids when your dad barged in. You wish your dad decides to leave early so you could get on your knees for Miguel and lick him clean.

Miguel eventually excuses himself, coughing that he needs to go to the bathroom, probably to jerk off and shower. You start clearing up the table and your dad offers to help.

“So,” he starts wiping the table “I see the way you look at Miguel.”

You freeze, trying not to drop the stack of plates you’re holding.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You start loading the dishwasher, trying not to make it obvious that your hands are shaking.

“Hey, no need to get defensive. I know what I saw,” he says “And I mean, you’re a young single lady and Miguel is this handsome, cool, older guy that’s a constant in your day-to-day. It’s not wild to have a crush on him. I’m just…”

Silence.

“Sweetie, I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to get hurt when he doesn’t return your feelings,” he sighs as he leans his hip on the counter next to you. He’s trying to look you in the eyes, trying to let you know that he’s being sincere. “Believe me that man has no time for romance. He’s all busy with his work. Plus I’ve seen the women he slept with before. All supermodel looking and yet… well they never last long.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost, dad,” you roll your eyes at him, trying hard to ignore the feeling of wanting to throw up. You don’t want to think about that. About the specifics of what you and Miguel have going on. You’re just trying to enjoy Miguel’s attention right now. For the longest time, you didn’t even think you had the chance. Is it really that bad to just accept what he’s willing to give right now?

“I’m not saying you’re not beautiful, honey! Of course, you’re beautiful! You’re my daughter,” he tries to lighten the mood but turns serious when you don’t laugh. “Just might not be his type. Besides, he’s twice your age. He's too close to your old man’s age. Are you sure that’s something you’d like? In a few years, he’d be just as uncool as me while you’re still young and should be enjoying your life.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. You both stay silent for a few moments. You think about Miguel and try to look for signs. Signs that say he just wants sex or that he wants something more. All you can think about is how sweet he always was with you even before you had sex. Even more now. You blush remembering how Miguel peppered your face with kisses this morning to wake you up because he wanted to cook breakfast but didn’t want to leave you in bed.

“Okay, but what if he does?” you countered, suddenly gaining a bit of confidence. “Would you be okay with that? If we get into a relationship?”

A painful few seconds of silence that felt like forever.

“I know that look in your eyes,” he finally says, shaking his head, and sighing. “It’s your “I’m going to get what I want” look you got from your mom. You’re gonna get hurt.”

You cross your arms and pout, never one to back down.

“And if he does end up liking you,” he starts again and you side-eye him “well… good thing he doesn't.”

You groan as your dad messes up your hair, laughing as he sees Miguel come back, fresh from his shower. Your dad finally decides it’s time to head out and let the sick man rest. He gives you a tight hug and a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You’re left alone with Miguel again in the kitchen. The earlier conversation with your dad soured your mood and left you zoning out. Miguel slips himself between your parted legs as you sit on the kitchen counter, large, warm hands kneading your thighs, fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts.

“What’s on your mind, princesa?” He leans in to press his forehead against yours. “Tell me.”

You try to turn away but he brings a curled finger under your chin to make you face him. His brows are furrowed, worried. You try to look at him and your heart stutters. You don’t want whatever you have with him to end. You’re not sure if you actually want something serious with Miguel but the thought of just being a bedwarmer to Miguel is upsetting.

“Just thinking,” you start, trying to get the words out without sounding jealous or spiteful “My dad said you used to date? Sleep around with? Whatever. The girls you were with before were all… supermodel looking. They’re probably tall and skinny and drop-dead gorgeous huh? Is that your type?”

“And where is this going, nena?” Miguel whispers, pulling away and giving you a stern look.

“Well, I’m just not like that?” you say sheepishly, pursing your lips and shying away from his gaze. “I don’t know why you gave me the chance. I’m just-”

Miguel’s gentle touch on your chin turns into him gripping your cheeks, making you shut up. You nervously look at him, a deep frown on his face.

“Don’t you ever put yourself down, cariño,” he says, his eyes sharp. He makes you keep your eyes on him while he uses his other hand to pull you closer, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “You know, at the start, I offered to let you stay here just because I wanted to mentor you when I had the time. I know you’re a brilliant girl, so intelligent, following in your dad’s footsteps. What I didn’t expect is for you to consume my thoughts day and night for the past few months. You’ve grown into such a beautiful lady, cariño. You are such a temptation, making me think about your pretty eyes looking up so innocently at me. Those lips tempt me every single time you pout at me to get your way.”

He growls, finally letting go of your face to move his hands to your ass. He suddenly bucks his hips against yours making you gasp out loud, your clothed cunt rubbing against his growing bulge. You try to move your hips to gain friction on your throbbing cunt but he keeps you still.

“Don’t even get me started on this body of yours,” he buries his face at the crook of your neck, kissing, licking, nipping at the sensitive flesh making your head roll to the side to give him more access “So perfect for me. Made for me to grab, to fuck, to worship. Dios mio, nena, I can’t get enough of you.”

He sounds drunk from your scent and taste, mouthing at your neck, hands kneading your flesh. He grabs handfuls of the soft fat of your thighs, your ass, your tummy rolls, your plump tits, and back down, committing each curve to memory. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure when he laps at your pulse with his skillful tongue.

“So I don’t wanna hear any of that nonsense comparing yourself to women I didn’t care about then and I sure don’t care about now,” he growls as he picks you up and flips you around. He bends you over the counter, stomach against the cold marble top and the rounded edges digging at the tops of your thighs. Your feet can’t quite reach the floor so you settle for trying to wrap your legs around Miguel’s own. He yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one aggressive motion.

“My silly beautiful girl getting jealous over old flings and exes,” he hummed, his large hands massaging your ass, kneading the cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs. “They’re not here anymore, are they? Didn’t work out with them and they’re not in my life anymore. And I prefer it that way.”

You feel him spit on your hole, dripping down to mix with your own wetness. You drop your head onto the countertop, the heated skin on your face making the marble feel icy. He takes your wrists, securing your hands behind your back with his own large hand while his other still massages your ass. Your eyes flutter, enjoying the sensation when you hear a loud smack cut through the momentary silence.

“Mig-” you yelp as you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek. His hand goes back to massaging, trying to soothe your reddened skin. You whine as he gives your other cheek the same treatment. Two matching red handprints bloom on both your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t be listening to your dad about my type when I was much younger,” he says, his voice low and serious as he leans down to press his sculpted chest on your back “Because right now there’s nothing I want more than this pequeña prinscesa whose toes can't even reach the floor when I bend her over the kitchen counter. You love that too don't you? How I’m much bigger than you? How easily I can carry you around, bend you over, and fuck you whenever I want? Love folding you in half and using your pretty pussy- no, my pretty pussy. This is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Isn’t that right?

You nod enthusiastically not trusting your voice to speak. the words he growls at your ear going straight to your cunt. You feel another hard smack go down your ass, the impact making you slide a bit on the counter. His hands pull you back by the waist to press his erection against your dripping cunt, your wetness soaking through his sweatpants.

“Use your words when you answer me, nena,” he growls, grinding himself against your folds. The friction from the fabric of his sweatpants feels heavenly against your puffy folds.

“Yessss,” you whine, pushing your ass back against him “all yours. Need you to fuck this pussy please, please, please!”

“How can I say no when my baby girl is begging so nicely?” he coos, pulling down his sweatpants to free his cock. He takes it in his hand and presses the tip in. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your velvety walls welcome him back, still stretched out from your earlier activities.

“Perfect,” Miguel groans as he wastes no time to fuck into your slutty little hole that’s sucking him in so lewdly. “Made for me. Mi princesa needs to learn that no one can compare to her. She’s so perfect. And she’s mine. Only mine. And I am hers.”

“Yo-urs– M-ah, Miguel,” you whimper as he keeps hitting all the right places, his tip hitting your sweet spot with each hard thrust until you’re once again pushed over the edge of sweet release. Your gummy walls contract, milking Miguel’s cock as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He follows shortly after with a deep moan, his cock coating your insides with his warm seed.

Miguel makes no move to pull out. Instead he peppers your shoulders and neck with kisses, humming in contentment, whispering sweet endearments. Your heart fills with warmth and before you could even think about it, the words just leave your mouth.

“I love you, Miguel”

Silence. Anxiety starts to bubble in your chest as you start to think that you’ve read all the signs wrong. But before you could take it back, Miguel turns you to lie on your back, facing him. He leans down to capture your lips in his, his hands pulling you closer as if he was afraid you’d leave if he lets go. He mumbles “I love you” against your lips over and over again for the rest of the night making sure you never doubt his feelings for you ever again.

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

DBF! Miguel O'Hara

You always wanted him. The older man in your life. At first, you thought it was a silly crush that developed during you senior year, as you finally started to notice him. Your father's best friend.

Miguel O'Hara.

Mid 40's, but didn't look anything like his age. 6'9, rippling muscles, clear skin he obviously takes care of. He wears tight shirts and jeans that hug his thick thighs. Dark brown hair with streaks of silver.

Every time his dark eyes glanced at you, heat pooled in the pit of your stomach and you fought to keep your composure. He's your father's best friend. You've known him your entire life. Additionally, he has a baby mama. There's no way you can do anything with him...right?

That's what you thought until you reached your junior year of college. You still ached for the older man's hand on your soft, trembling body. Any guy you've been with hardly satisfied your needs.

What you needed was a real man - Miguel O'Hara.

You lived off campus at your parent's house. It's cheaper that way. But the house needed to be fumigated. So, for the weekend, you and your family stayed at Miguel's house.

And that's when your dreams became a reality.

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"Ah~! M-Miguel!" you moaned out into the silk covered pillows, gripping the bed sheets as the older man pounded into your pussy from behind.

"That feel good? Huh? Love having an older man's cock inside your tight little pussy?" Miguel growled into your ear, rolling his hips and slamming himself into you.

The force of the thrust rocks your body up the bed and back down on his massive cock, skin making contact with each other.

"Ah! Yes! Oh, Miguel!" you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his veiny cock pumped in and out of your wet pussy. His thick shaft rubbed deliciously against your velvety walls. You feel impossibly full, as if you were going to burst open at any moment.

You never expected Miguel's cock to be so massive. 10 inches at the minimum. So thick that with every thrust, his cock rubs against your clit, stimulating you oh so deliciously.

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"You know," he pants into your ear, elbow propped up on either side of your head, "you're such a dirty slut for coming into my room and begging me to fuck you. Who does that?" He then wraps his long fingers around your neck and squeezes, forcing your head up. "Only a filthy little slut like you would."

Miguel would be lying if he said he never wanted to fuck you. Oh, that would be far from the truth.

Miguel craved for the warmth of you essence on his tongue, wrapped around his cock, or you just on your knees, tears wetting your lashes as you struggled to take his fat cock in your slutty mouth.

But he was waiting for you to initiate things. He was afraid of scaring you off.

Then, he came into his room in the middle of the night. Miguel was staying up to catch up on paper work and you walked into his room wearing those teasing little shorts and a tank top that struggled to keep your breasts contained. All you had to say was, "Miguel, please, I need you." And then he was all over you.

Miguel pounds his fat cock into you repeatedly, your mewls and cries music to his ears. He sucks a hickey into your neck, removing his hand from your throat and sitting up on his knees. He grabs your hips and makes you meet this thrusts.

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You bury your face into the pillow, screaming in pleasure as fluids gushes out of your warm cunt. His bed rocked back and forth with how harshly he was penetrating you, the headboard slamming against the wall. He grabbed the pillow you were holding and places it in the empty space, quieting the slams.

"What do you think would happen if we got caught by your daddy?" Miguel teases, digging the heel of his palm into the soft flesh of your ass. Your cunt clenches tightly around his cock and he groans, smacking your hips. "Oh, you want that, don't you? Want your daddy to find out how much a little slut his daughter became?"

"N-No!" you mewled, noises muffled by his mattress. "I would be so embarrassed!"

"What? Think it's shameful for him to find out I'm fucking his little girl?" Miguel chuckled, tongue darting out to moisten his thick lips. "Can't help myself, cutie, you're just too fucking desirable for me to pass up on. Wanted this pussy for so long and I'm never letting go of it."

Streaks of white cream are left on his throbbing cock. He pulls out, leaving the tip in, and then slams into you. Your arousal jumps out of your slutty hole, spilling onto the sheets.

"Ah! Miguel!"

"Mmm, c-call me Daddy," he purred. Your back arches, plump ass grazing his lower stomach, pussy once again clenching his cock, attempting to keep him in place. He grabs the head board with one hand, the other going to wrap around your neck and forcing you to look at him.

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Miguel's dark eyes brew with insatiable hunger and lust. His lips slightly agape, body glistening with sweat. He leans down to place a couple of kisses on the corner of your mouth, licking your cheek.

"Call me Daddy, baby, or I will stop right here and now." Literally the world's worst threat.

"D-Daddy, please, don't stop!" you cry out, screwing your eyes shut. A coil tightens in your stomach and you moan loudly, squirming. "G-Gonna cum!"

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"Yeah, baby girl? Gonna cum all over Daddy's dick?"

"Ah~! Yes, Daddy!"

"Want Daddy to fill you up? Or do you want Daddy to paint your backside?"

"I'm-ah!-on birthcontrol, Daddy," you moan, licking your lips. "P-Please, I want Daddy's cum inside me. Want to be filled so badly."

He groans. "Such a fucking slut, I swear."

Miguel is slamming ruthlessly into you. He places a hand on the back of your head and shoves your face into the mattress. His head falls back on his shoulders, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he abuses your puffy sex.

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"Oh, Daddy!" you wail, your orgasam wracking through your body, white filling your vision.

Miguel soon cums deep into your womb with a loud groan, his hips stuttering. Your cunt milked out loads and loads out of his cock, right up until he swears his balls are going to shrivel up and turn to dust.

He slowly pulls out, gushes of your fluids and his semen spilling from your stretched hole. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his embrace. He kisses the back of his neck, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Did you enjoy yourself, baby? I wasn't too much, was I?" he asks, checking in on you.

"Mm, Daddy, it was amazing," you purr, rubbing his hip. You grab his hand and bring it to your lips, kissing it. "You weren't enough, actually."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Then I'm going to have to do something about that, right?"

"Yes, please."

You and Miguel fuck all night until the morning, and have to act normal during breakfast.

So worth it.

[katsukiswiife]

DBF Miguel

A/N: Havent seen much dbf miguel fics lately and decided to take matters into my own hands 🤗 You can go to my pinned post and request something you want me to write !

Miguel O’hara x fem reader

Everyone is 18+, rushed, smut 🍋, age gap, pussy eating, unprotected sex, tiny breeding kink. Lmk if i missed anything

You’d known of Miguel since you were a teen, but you’d never actually met him. I mean, he was your dads best friend and he talked about him all the time but considering how distant your dad was you never actually got to meet him, at least until recently.

There had been a family gathering where family and friends would meet up and most of the time get drunk, while you were there mostly cause your dad made you but also because you wanted to see how everyone was doing, and maybe because you heard Miguel would be there.

You had to admit you had a tiny crush on him, yes, you’d never met him, but GOD does he look fine in all the pictures your dad shows you… and he’s only like 30 so he’s not that old! But what you didn’t expect was for your feelings to be reciprocated when you first met him and to be upstairs making out with him! how this even happened, you’re not even sure, but what you are sure of is that Miguel is even better at kissing then you’d ever imagined!

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he help you up against the wall, his tongue exploring every single inch of your mouth as your hands played with his hair, tugging at it once in a while earning a moan from him.

“fuucckkk” you softly whimper as you look up at Miguel, his hair messy and eyes full of lust as he’s looking down at you.

“C’mon” he said as he walked towards your bedroom with your legs still tightly wrapped around his waist.

He opened the door and locked it behind him before laying you down on your bed as he got on top of you, getting right back to kissing you. His hands traced up your thigh slowly dragging your dress further up as he looked at you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, wanting your consent before going further.

“yes, please” you replied, needing him more then ever. He smirked and was quick to pulling your dress up to your lower waist as he started kissing your neck, then your chest and then your stomach, slowly going further down as you quietly moaned at the feeling.

When he got to your lower stomach he looked up at you immediately a way asking for consent to go further, you were quick to nodding your head ‘yes’ and before you knew it he had ripped your panties off and his mouth was already on you.

Thank god for the music downstairs cause if not you’d bet everyone in the house could’ve heard how good you were feeling. Your legs wrapped around Miguels head as his tongue went from sucking and circling on your clit to going down to your hole. He removed his mouth from you, earning a whimper from you as he went back to kissing you, making you taste yourself on his tongue as he slowly removed his pants and boxers. He lined himself up with you and you glanced down, noticing how big he was. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.” he said before kissing you to silence your moans as he slowly entered you.

It hurt a bit at first considering how big he was, but after a while it was oh so much more pleasurable. “M-Mi-Miguel! aah~ Fuckk!” you moaned out as he fucked his dick deep into you, hitting your g-spot with almost every thrust. “thaaatt’s it, be good ‘f me..” he moaned into your ear as his thrusts got more harsh and sloppy. “fuck! Miguel ‘m gonna cum!” you whimpered out as you felt yourself reaching your high, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

“Cum with me baby, be a good girl and cum for me” he said, placing his hand on your lower stomach and pressing down, making you reach your peak and cum on his cock. His hips stuttered into you before he filled you up with his cum, staying there for a while before pulling out and laying beside you on your bed. “That was really fucking good” you said, laughing a bit, earning a laugh from him too as he agreed. “Let’s get some rest so you can relax for a bit” oh god, you think to yourself. This was gonna be a loooonngg night.