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This wasn’t exactly how you would have liked your life to go. You once had dreams and plans and goals. A quiet life on a hilltop with a dog or two and a garden. Something nice, something simple. But alas here you were: married to the devil himself.

How you had gotten here was quite blurry; a whirlwind of death, unbreakable contracts, and confusion. Someone had been out to get your new husband and the punishment for it was you: a little, weak, mortal girl who added nothing to his image except embarrassment.

The devil could only be bound to another just once in his long lifetime: and he had gotten stuck with you.

He was beastly when you had first met him, acting as if you were the biggest nuisance of his life after having to save you over and over. Your paths kept intertwining though and you began to get use to each other. And just when you were getting to see his softer side, a kinder side, a possible loving side: two golden rings were brandished on your hands and the warm devil went back to being a cold beast.

You were then the wife that was held in a high tower to be hidden away. You knew he was the laughing stock of the underworld to have a mortal for a mate. You felt ashamed yourself that he was so embarrassed of you. A king in his own right that could now never have a powerful queen at his side. It made your blood boil that you both had to be put through this.

One night he came to your chambers, after days had gone by without seeing him. He was awkward as he paced the wooden floor, his hooved feet making the planks creak. He kept his giant leather wings tight to his body, his massive horns left shadows on the wall. You sat on the love seat admiring the tattoo work that adorned his body, it led from his jawline all the way to his clawed hands. It was truly a work of art. While he had been so frightening at first, his red eyes had given you nightmares, he seemed so attractive now.

You scrunched your face at the thought.

“What?” He asked, his deep voice rumbling from his chest as he crossed his arms at you and leaned next to the fire pit.

You shake your head and look out towards the window, rain pounded the stained glass.

“When are you going to let me out?” You asked softly, still not looking towards him.

He huffed. “You don’t want to go out there.”

“You don’t even give me the chance!”

He snarled at your tone and moved towards where you sat. He placed his large hands on the chair arms, leaning down to meet your eyes. You slumped back in the chair to give yourself space from his monstrous size, you felt so small next to him.

“You want to go out there? You want to be grabbed at? You want to be raped? You want to be left for dead? You don’t know what it’s like out there,” he growled, the chair groaning under his tight grip.

You narrowed your eyes at him and moved slightly closer, straightening your back trying to look strong. Confident.

“They dare touch the wife of the king?” You challenge him which got him to snort.

“They know our situation, they know I don’t care for you, they would think you were free game,” he said back through gritted fangs. His words sliced your heart.

“You don’t care for me..” you say softly slumping back in the chair. Of course he doesn’t.

His eyes looked over your face, confusion held in them as he observed you. He let out another heavy snort from his pierced nose that left his hot air to float over you. It smelled like sulfur.

“You don’t care for me,” he replied back and stood straight again looking down at you.

“How do you know that?” You asked, now irritated.

He gestured his arms to himself then you. “Look at you then look at me, why would someone like you care for a being like me? You even said it when we first met, that I was repulsive.”

“You know I apologized for that, the night in the mountain when you first…” you sighed at the memory. “When you first touched me.” The first and only time, and the two of you hadn’t even gotten that far before the attack on the camp.

He ran his clawed hand on the back of his neck and sighed. “I think of that night all the time,” he said so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

You arose from the chair and walked towards him, placing your hands on his other one bringing it to your face. You gently kissed his knuckles, not a slightest clue of what you were doing, but knowing it felt right.

“I do too,” you say back, looking up into his burning eyes. Eyes that held the very fire of his existence.

“The moon and sun cannot coexist,” he said gruffly as he ran his knuckle down your cheek, and across your jawline.

“The moon does not care if she gets burned, she is so cold the heat it will not consume her,” you reply as you lean into his touch. It was the poem you had read him one of your first long cold nights together on the mountain. You flutter your eyes open, realizing you had closed them at his soft petting.

“I know I am not strong, I know they look at you as weak for taking me as a mate. But we can try. We can show them that your power alone makes you powerful,” you raise on your tiptoes and run a hand down his scaled face. He huffs again, sulfur burns your nose.

“There is one way to keep them from touching you,” his voice so slow it gives you chills.

“I’ll do anything,” you reply.

He looked at you up and down over and over again. “I have to breed you,” he said finally, a little like he was embarrassed.

You blinked a few times but then nodded your head. “But that would complete the marriage,” you whisper. “There would be no going back.”

“Correct. I understand if you don’t..” he began but you cut him off.

“I was ready the night in that camp and have been every night since. I don’t know if we belong together forever, but I guess we can try,” a confidence was in your voice you did not know existed.

He huffed again, closing his eyes, you stare at his face as his nostrils flare. Then when he opens his eyes again, they are on fire.

He reaches for you and with one claw, tears the dress form your body, leaving you completely nude. You gasp as the cold air chills you, but his look of desire and low growl of approval warms you from within.

“Fuck,” he rumbles as he wraps an arm around your waist and picks you up so you can straddle him. Your soft curves press up against his hard body, already feeling what you were doing to him. He moved his head so he could lick the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and you toss your head back and moan, gripping his shoulders as he walks you towards the rod iron bed. He grazes his sharp teeth on the sensitive spot then harshly bites down, drawing blood. You groan at the pleasure and pain of it as he laps at the injury with his forked tongue.

“Addicting,” he growls as he places you on the bed, sprawling you out to admire you. He runs his claws from your chest, over your heavy breasts, down your soft tummy and into the curls at the apex of your thighs. You moan and arch your back as he pushes a knuckle into your wet folds, groaning at your very evident need for him.

He lifts the shirt form his shoulders and begins to remove his trousers, tossing them carelessly to the side where your tattered dress lay forgotten. You set back on your elbows, getting the chance to admire him now. Your eyes instantly dart down his body to the true prize you had won the day the gold ring was bound on your finger. He was thick, so very thick, and long, veins throbbing as it erected its attention towards you. You blush involuntarily as it twitches at you, the flat thick head already dripping with his desire. This part of him was truly animalistic, not the common human cocks you had seen in your life. His balls hung low and heavy and you immediately wanted to taste them. Your mouth went dry at the thought of it inside you.

He lets you look a bit longer, flexing for you which makes you role your eyes. He growls and grabs your jaw, digging his claws into your soft skin.

“I do not appreciate your sass,” he snarls as he pushes you back on the bed, pulling you by your hips so his hot, thick head probes your entrance. You gasp at the feel, it has been so long since you’ve taken anyone inside you, and never anyone as big as him.

“I can’t wait,” he rumbles as he grips your hips harder and presses into you. “You’re so wet,” he moans as his tip spreads and slips inside you.

You moan loudly as the stretching continues, feeling as if you are being torn apart. You dig your nails into his forearms as he growls and completely sheaths himself inside you, knocking the air from your lungs. Both of you are huffing with the feel of being so entwined.

He leans forward and run his forked snakelike tongue up your belly and across your peaked nipples. Your eyes follow those long horns and you instinctively run your hand up one of them. He moans into your breast as you stroke your hand up and down, squeezing lightly making him hiss.

He pulls his head back, his eyes so dark with lust, his fangs bared to you, a shiver runs down your spine and you practically feel him throb inside you.

“I won’t be gentle,” he growls and without a warming, pulls out and thrusts back in. Both your heavy moans could probably be heard throughout the castle.

And he most definitely wasn’t gentle, he pounded you into the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could get quick, deep thrusts. You lifted your arms over you head and gripped the sheets, your breasts bouncing roughly with each thrust your devil made. Sweat glistened your skin as you tried to meet his stokes, getting into a a rhythm that left you gasping for air. He grabbed one of your heavy breasts and squeezed, his nails drawing blood making you thrash your head back and forth in pure pleasure. Blood trickled from different areas of your body, his head leaning down every so often to lap off the drops that came from his claw marks. Who knew pain and pleasure could be one in the same.

Your clit throbbed as he continued his harsh fucking of your womanhood, you reached your hand down and began to rub yourself, intensifying your pleasure. He growled and watched your hand with hungry eyes as you circled it roughly, back arching, practically screaming as you rushed towards the edge of explosion.

He thrusts harder inside you, pushing his hips into yours and rubbing to help the friction against your clit. He moves and grips your ass in his clawed hands and squeezes, thrusting even harder.

“Come,” he demands in such a voice you had never heard that you swore you heard choirs of angels singing as your vision blurred, your body falling into the abyss of pure ecstasy. He grips you and pulls you up so he can sink his fangs into your neck, blood spilling from your veins into his hot mouth. He drinks your pleasure as you spasm around his cock, your juices pouring from you in a way you had never felt before. You grip the base of his wings as you float on the waves of your orgasm.

He pulls back, blood dripping from his mouth, and continues his rapid thrusting, eyes wild and full of fire as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, his body going tense and then shudders…

The castle itself seemed to tremble as he roared his release inside you. You felt his hot seed deep into your body and then you felt as if you were on fire. Not a burning, harmful fire but an intense life-changing kind of fire. You moaned loudly and arched your back as the flames lapped up your body, you felt his weight be moved from you but you could not open your eyes to see where he had gone. You could hear his hissing of shock and approval though as the fire coursed in your veins.

You felt it in the tips of your toes and the end of you fingers, circling around your arms and legs, coursing up your chest, your neck, into your hairline. You felt an intense pull at the top of your forehead that made you sit up straight. The burning then exited the top of your head and your body cooled so much you shivered.

Your eyes were able to open then greeted by the amazed, shit-grinning face of the devil.

“Well, well looks like the little one is not so mortal after all,” he purred, placing a hand out to you. You took it, hand shaking, and gasped when you saw your arm, your hand now adorned claws of your own, and on your once perfectly pale skin now was laced with elegant black tattoo marks that swirled in intricate designs up towards your body. You grasped his hand tightly and nearly flung yourself off the bed and over to the large vanity mirror.

You could not believe the change in you, tattoo markings that matched your mates covered your body so delicately you looked like a work of art. Your body seemed fuller, healthier, stronger. Your hair now fell lower, lush and silky. You gasp again and gently touch the four small, curved horns that adorned the top of your forehead. How in all of hades…

An unfamiliar tug on your backside made you gasp and then moan. You quickly turn to your devilish husband who had what looked like a tail in his hand. You turn sideways in the mirror and shriek at what was truly a tail coming from your behind.

“I could get use to this,” he purred and tugged a little again, another moan escaping your lips. “Tails are very, very sensitive my little demon.”

You make eye contact with him in the mirror as he smirks and runs his clawed knuckles down the middle of your back.

“But how..?” You ask incredulously.

He shrugs but the smirk remains. “The universe works in mysterious ways.” He mused. “Now let’s go find out what your new body can do.” A full on devil grin slaps across his face and he pulls your tail one final time, moving away from your raised hand.

You laugh as you grab a simple silk dress and follow him out the open door. This was what was supposed to happen, this was why you were here. Somehow, someway the universe knew that you were not who you were suppose to be, changing you into this demi-demon type creature made you feel the most alive you had ever felt in your entire existence.

Finally you were who you were meant to be, and you were sure you could now be a Queen worthy of the underworld.

🖤

(Image: World of Warcraft, The Hunt for Illidan)

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Trois de Moi

Rain pelted the window of your bedroom, thunder rolled across the heavens shaking the glass in its frame. Lightening flashed illuminating your room and the mountains beyond the household. You wrapped yourself tightly in a blanket, staring out at the raging storm, unable to sleep. Each time lightening cracked, your body shook with fear and anxiety.

How you hated these late summer storms.

How you hated to be alone during these late summer storms.

You pouted your bottom lip as the wind picked up, the giant oak tree swaying dangerously close to the side of your home. You sunk deeper into your fort of blankets and pillows. Why of all nights had they left you alone…

In the last few months your new ‘masters’ had very rarely left you even a moment of solitude. Obsessed with their new ‘pet’ they kept you close and always in their view. Showering you with presents, compliments and unending pleasure. They adored you entirely and wanted you all to themselves.

And, of course, you reveled in it.

Being claimed by the three demon like males had given you a new purpose in life. Being swept up in their fantastical world, taken care of and basically worshipped left you completely forgetting your old life. Had there been a life before them? It was all so hazy now.

The princes of darkness and shadows were your life now and you adored them so. Each one different, each one unique but each one shared the same passion for you. And you feverishly matched them with your own.

At first they had frightened you, when you had been sold to them as ‘sacrifice’. The Wendigo they had whispered when three large, impeccably dressed half demon, half man like beings had approached you. Their skull like heads, and glowing eyes were similar in theory but each different. One had the skull of a dog, his large thick horns curled three times through the back of his head, his eyes glowed a pale blue. He had cocked his head at you, pure fascination. The second had the skull of a bear, his horns thinner, curved out like vines along a tree, his eyes were golden. His teeth were the largest, his mouth slightly open as he stared down at you. The third a skull of a deer, with horns that were more like antlers that curved and twisted from the back base of his head. His eyes glowed red.

He had been the first to reach out to you. His gloved hand extended, the red eyes soft and inviting, though your heart raced in fear.

You had taken his hand, the warmth reaching your very bones. And that had been that. You were theirs.

It had taken a few short days for you to realize you truly weren’t going to be eaten by these monsters. That they really weren’t monsters at all. Just three lost souls trying to find their place in this cruel world. Your kindred spirits sparked an instant connection with them…your intimate curiosity kindled that spark into a fire.

You had let them claim you pretty quickly, in body and soul. Creatures that should have frightening you, should have consumed you whole, were now your lovers. Each pushed their way into your tight intimate places, mating you, as they pushed into your heart, forging a bond that would be everlasting. They made you wanton and needy, made you glow and wither under their touches. You had never minded their teeth, their smooth skeletal bodies wrapped only in some places with velvet skin and fur and feathers. Never minded that they weren’t men at all, but beasts ready to rut you into the dirt.

Well into the mattress or floor more often than not. They were not ones to get unnecessarily dirty.

You sighed at the memories as you held the blanket tighter around you. Wetness pooled between your legs at the thought of them. No matter how many times, no matter how many ways they took you it still did not feel enough. You had gotten to the point where all three must be inside of you in some way or you were not fully sated….

Another crack of lightening left a roar of thunder to crash across the night sky, the very walls felt like they shook. You screeched and dove under the blankets.

'Please come back to me, please, please, please.’

You pleaded in a whisper, tears pricking your eyes as you shook under the mess of blankets.

A corner of the covers lifted then as a gentle wind caressed your face, letting in the soft glow of a candle. Golden eyes shown in the dark.

“You called, my lady?” The deep rumbling voice of the bear Wendigo sent a chill down your spine. Before you had time to think you tore out of the blankets jumping up and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Another had to catch the candle that fell from his hand as he wrapped his arms around you. You swung your legs around him, practically climbing up his tall body, clinging to him like moss on a tree.

A deep chuckle sounded behind him and you peaked out to see pale blue eyes glowing in amusement.

“Our little pet does not do well with thunder it seems,” he purred as he reached out and ran his knuckles down your cheek. You melted into his touch.

The third, the deer Wendigo, placed the candle on the bedside table before coming back to where you were. You turned to him as he placed a hand on your back, rubbing in small circles. He was the most caring of the three, the most gentle, his deep need to take care of you left you weak.

“My darling pet,” he said gently as he moved his head closer to you, your eyes shut as he rubbed his smooth jaw against yours. “No need to shake, nature is nothing to fear.”

“You were gone all day,” you pouted as you reached out to him, letting him take his turn to take you into his arms, burying your face into his shoulder. He held you bridal style as he then sat on the edge of the bed, the other two leaning against the bed frame.

“You know if you need us to just call,” he said gently as he petted your long hair. His other hands running up and down your thigh.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You received a scolding tsk from all three.

“Nothing is more important to us now than you. You are above all else,” he hissed, growls of agreement from the other two.

Another bolt of lightening and rumble of thunder left you tense in his arms. He held you tighter his hand wandering to the front of your thighs…you mewed involuntarily.

His hand stopped and you peaked from his shoulder, catching the quick glance they gave each other. Your core began to burn at the looks. He moved then and placed you onto the bed so they could all hover above you, their massive bodies leaving you to look like a sprite. You arched your back slightly as you tilted your head back to look at them. They raked their glowing eyes down every inch of you.

“Maybe,” blue eyes flared. “What you need is a distraction.”

“To get your mind onto other…things,” giant teeth moved closer to you as you reached up to brush your fingers across the smooth, ivory surface of his jaw. You let your fingers wander over those large teeth as he slowly opened his mouth for your exploring. Hot breathe and a course tongue made you shiver.

“I think…” you whisper. “I can be easily distracted.”

They came for you then, gloved hands removing the silken nightgown you wore. Pressing you back into the plush covers as your legs were spread, your back arched. Red eyes came close to you, the thin jaw nuzzled you to turn your head so his thick tongue could sweep across your sensitive skin. His sharp teeth crazed your jawline as his tongue continued to explore. Blue eyes watched as your face scrunched at the pleasure, his hands drawing lazy circles up your side as he kneeled on the bed next to you. His hands swept across your ribs, then between the valley of your perked breasts. He settled his palm just for a moment, letting himself feel the pulse of your heart. He groaned as he then moved to take a hardened nipple between his fingers, his tongue circling the other.

You let yourself peak as golden eyes dipped between your legs, large warm hands pressing down onto your thighs to keep you open to him. You had the bad habit of wanting to squeeze them together when you came. He opened his jaw wide, letting that course tongue slither out sweeping you unabashed right up your glistening slit.

You moaned loudly and the three moaned in return. They teased and tortured you with they hands and their teeth and their tongues. Leaving you withering and gasping and pleading for release. They did not give it. Not yet.

Clothes of their own were finally vanished as began rubbing their bodies on you. The feel of their bones and skin and fur and feathers left you begging for them. They chuckled and purred as they took their positions. You were almost giddy when you felt their hot tips at your entrances.

One took his place under you, his large hands and long clawed fingers holding your hips as he found your secret entrance, his large shaft pressing into you. Your plush body had to find a comfortable spot on top of him, his jutting ribcage and feathers raising your skin. The other knelt in front lifting your small legs up to his shoulders, dipping to let his tongue glide up your calf and across the instep of your foot. You giggled at the feeling. Then the third carefully placed himself so he knelt over you, his hands roaming up to your breasts then to your shoulders, one reaching to the back of your head to lift your slightly. Claws dig into your skin from each angle, the gasp that left your throat had them groaning.

The position was perfect, their long lithe bodies fit like erotic puzzle pieces in order to fill every inch of you. Their cocks were ready, you licked your lips and then licked the tip of your kneeling Wendigo, a hiss of satisfaction from him was the signal to the other two that you were ready.

And then you were spread to the point of almost pain. You moaned loudly and gasped and circled your hips in utter ecstasy as they pushed into you. Their clawed hands digging into your soft flesh, curses and hisses and growls escaped their open jaws as they filled you to the hilt.

The third gripped the back of your head, reminding you that you still had a hole to fill. You smiled and licked your lips again, opening your hot wet mouth for him. His hiss sent a chill up your spine as he slowly let your mouth wrap around him.

Their thrusts were slow at first as you worked the cock in your mouth, sucking the tip and circling your tongue at the slit. You reached up and stroked the base, letting the other two support you fully. You reached down and cupped his balls, the blue eyes flashing in pure delight, you knew this was a great turn on for him.

The three grew restless though at the slow pace and their hips started to jerk. So you moaned low and whispered their names, letting them know they could take you.

And they did. Roughly.

You barely had time to scream or moan as they gripped you harder and rutted you. Your hips held tight, your hair fisted as every opening of your body was fucked. Thoroughly.

Wave after wave after wave of pleasure hit you as they continued to thrust into you. Their massive members bringing you to orgasm again and again. You were a wanton, mewing, sweat slicked goddess who was ready to be sacrificed to the gods of the night.

And when their hot seed filled your body….burned deep inside you…shot down your throat…you knew you would willingly be sacrificed over and over and over again.

A crisp wind cooled your skin as one flicked his wrist for the windows to open, the raging storm now nothing but soft rain. They crawled from you to let you breathe for a moment, letting you float back down from your sinful high. You laid there, eyes closed, a small smile on your lips before you reached your hands out and they returned to you.

They wrapped you up in their arms, curling around you like animals would, nuzzling you with their great skulls, letting you run your fingertips up and down their horns.

They whispered to you sweet words in their own language, a language you were slowly learning. You hummed along to their ancient sayings, letting them lull you to sleep. Their gentle petting hands and brushes of fur and feathers drifting you off into a sea of darkness.

They were your princes of shadows, lords of death, gods of night. You were their goddess divine. The monsters meant to devour you were now the only ones to calm you through a raging storm.

🖤

Points to whoever guesses where I got my inspiration. 😏💋

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All But A Wish

(I know I have not updated in a while, writers block has been real. Fan fiction always helps me get back on track though. Labyrinth is one of my all time favorite stories, and the Goblin King is technically a monster in his own right. I hope you lovelies enjoy this little fic, will get back to writing our dark fantasies very soon. xx)

He watched her from the shadows, the only place he allowed himself to be. She knew he was there, knew he had never truly left her. For everyone knew the Goblin King had fallen in love with the girl, and he was dead set on taking what was his.

Sarah had changed in more ways than one since her time in the Labyrinth. Now freshly 18 and a high school graduate, she was becoming a woman in intelligence and looks alike. While she still kept her innocent charm, Sarah was much more aware of the world around her, and the worlds hidden in dreams. She was smart, alluring, gorgeous, but also rather lonely.

She knew she didn’t truly belong where she was, and not just speaking of the small town she had grown to despise. Of course she loved her family, especially her young sweet brother Toby, but when she looked at her life she felt like a stranger. The only times she ever felt secure was when she allowed herself to think of the past, and the magic that had touched her life. Whenever she thought of it the glimpses of sounds and sights would invade her mind. Thoughts of goblins, and fae, and fairies, and flowers, and wishes, and peaches, and masks, and ball gowns, and crystals, and glitter, and blonde platinum hair….

She sighed thinking of the memories that seemed so long ago. She had tried to change her life drastically to forget of that time because she knew it was wrong to long for something that she had already refused. So, gone were the childlike things of her room she had thrown everything that would remind her of the Labyrinth and its solemn Goblin King into boxes and stored them away. Now she stood in a soft but lonely space that showed very little of the child she had been and the woman she now was. The only thing that held any type of remembrance was the book that was placed between others on the shelf of her desk near her window. It seemed, sometimes, to radiate light as if begging her to open the pages once more and bathe in its warmth, almost whispering to her to make a wish…to use her words.

But of course she refused. She was stubborn like that and she and everyone in this world and the next knew it. She would stand her ground and would not fall back to the Labyrinth and its cold Goblin City with its stone castle that held its even colder king. But while she chose to ignore and forget the time that left her confused and wanting, the very Goblin King she swore off the moment she refused him was not going to let her do so easily.

She hated how, even though she had confidently stated he had no power over her, he mocked her from the shadows. She would catch glimpses of him at the most random (maybe not so random if she really thought about it) times like when she spent her evenings pouring her self over books in the library she would catch that familiar smell, or see wisps of platinum hair through the book cases. She would catch a glimmer of those mismatched eyes when she found herself wandering through a crowd. She could feel him following her when she would walk home alone. Or feel the ghost of his hands on her when a boy would get too close. She knew he was there always watching her, always waiting for something.

The times that disturbed and delighted her most though was when she would catch the tawny howl perched outside her window when she explored her body. She had no true intimate contact with any boys or men besides kisses here and there but every time things would get too heated she would back away feeling guilt wash over her from an invisible force. So instead she found herself learning how to bring her own pleasure. But it was not without consequence, for whenever she brought herself to climax only one man (king to be exact) would be on her mind. She always felt dirty afterwards especially the times she would catch the flit of feathers from her windows, knowing he had watched her touch herself. But when she let herself get lost in her fantasies she would lose her embarrassment and almost feel powerful when she knew he was watching which led to one night of out of character bravery that ultimately led to her surrender…

One cold evening in the middle of October Sarah found herself unable to sleep. The leaves were falling and the cold wind beat against her window while the flicker of candlelight graced her room. All day she had had a deep need inside that made everything feel far more sensitive than it should have. Everything seemed more acute to her, everything seemed to be a thousand times more intense. She had no idea where these unignorable feelings were coming from. She had decided to lock her self in her room for the evening and had been unsuccessfully trying to sleep. She tossed and turned but every move she made the ache in her seemed to worsen. She sat up in bed running her hands through her hair sighing. Well there was only one thing she could do…

She stood up and slowly began taking off her clothes, running her hands down her body, touching every sensitive spot she could think of. Imagining that her hands were the strong ones of another. When she was finally down to her cotton bra and lace panties, her eyes flickered to her window and in some weird disturbing deep disappointment she saw the tree branch was empty. She was almost annoyed that tonight of all nights when she needed this release the most, the object of her fantasies was not there to observe her. She also felt embarrassed that she was even thinking these thoughts at all.

She paced her room huffing; the ache in her womanhood was relentless. But how could she bring herself to the edge when he wasn’t there? Had she began relying so much on his voyeurism to get off? She always knew he was there, that sick bastard. That glittery, flamboyant, extremely attractive son of a bitch…she covered her face in her hands and sighed heavily. What was wrong with her?

Suddenly a thought came to her head so wicked she was shocked for a moment that it had even come from her own mind. She looked towards the floor length mirror that had been used for visits from her friends so long ago (and the occasional visit from him). It had been so long since she had seen any familiar face through the looking glass. She looked at herself in it, womanly curves begging to be touched, to be tasted. To be thoroughly fucked. Well if he was going to keep torturing her by constantly reminding her of her time with him then she’ll give him something just as torturous.

“Oh Goblin King, I wish…”

She was careful not to say his true Fae name, for that would grant him access from the mirror, and she also made sure her wish was not finished before his image began to come into view in the mirror. She almost took a step back when she saw him, just as flashy just as handsome as ever. He was clad in all black, a lose fitting peasant top that was left opened at the chest, and tight leather pants that showed all types of dangerous things. His hair was messier than usual but his eyes just as wild when he laid them upon her. He looked like she had called him from a deep sleep. The space between her legs began to throb and her heart beat even faster.

“Sarah…” he breathed out bringing her whole body to shiver from the sound of her name on his lips. He looked shocked for a moment as he racked his eyes from her face down her very scantily clad body. But in true Goblin King form he composed himself quickly crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a smug grin. She narrowed her eyes at him then, almost regretting calling him.

“My dear sweet girl, did I not just hear you say ‘I wish’”? He asked flashing his pointed teeth at her. She took another step back, not going unnoticed by the king in the mirror, but she puffed her chest in false confidence, crossing her arms as well which only pronounced her cleavage which she swore made him lick his lips.

“Y-yes I did,” she stuttered a bit placing her hands on her hips instead, which only made him smirk again.

“And why is that lovely? Have you missed me so?” his eyes roamed her body again.

“No!” she said a bit too loud and a bit too quickly. His eyes widened at her and she just huffed at him. “I called you because you seem so interested in me late at night that I figured you wouldn’t want to miss a show.

The Goblin Kings smirked faded and his eyes grew darker as he placed his hands flat against the mirror. “So you do notice when I watch you,” his voice had become deep and throaty but his response wasn’t a question. She knew he was losing his power over her once again, so she decided to grab onto the reigns.

Sarah took a couple steps closer to the mirror playing coyly with her hair and biting her lip. The King’s hands were in fists now against the glass. “Of course I notice, I only touch myself for you,” she said and she was so close to the mirror her breasts pushed against it and her breath left a bit of fog. He groaned then obviously pushing against the glass, trying to get to her.

His eyes were wilder than she had ever seen, his chest practically heaving he was breathing so heavily. She loved the power she held, it made her confidence grow, making her dig deep into her sensuality. She had called him after all to torture him, so let the torture begin.

Sarah placed her hands on the mirror where his were on the other side. She lifted her eyes to stare into his directly. He was growling now, almost like a caged animal waiting to pounce on his prey if let lose. She bit her lip again, pushing her thighs together and pushing her body into the mirror. “I called you because you weren’t out there tonight, and I’ve been soaking wet all day just waiting for the moment I could make myself come while knowing you were watching,” she pouted.

“Sarah, darling,” he moaned in an almost warning tone. “Why have you not called me sooner if you knew?”

“Because I didn’t know what to think of it, it’s…it’s so dirty so unladylike of me,” she teased him circling his palm with her finger, wishing she were actually making skin to skin contact. But not yet, she still had much more to show.

“Say my name,” he demanded bending a bit so she was forced to look at him directly again. She shook her head and he pounded his fist against the mirror making her jump. He was becoming dangerous; there was no way she was letting him through.

“Sarah,” his tone was warning again as she took a step back. “Say. My. Name.”

“No,” she said dead flat and her knees hit the back of her bed as she continued to back away from the mirror.

“My sweet you do not want to deal with me if you make me wait much longer,” his voice low, making her shiver again. His words held a promise, a dark promise, an erotic promise that she almost wanted to give in for.

“You are always there, even when I don’t want you to be. You remind me of everything I gave up. You confuse me. So since you enjoy watching me so closely from your nice little branch, you might as well watch while I can actually see you,” she said so quietly she was surprised he could hear her, but he was Fae so of course he could. He snarled at her, bristling.

“Sarah you wished me here so I command you to let me out,” he barked.

“Actually,” she said coyly reaching behind her for her bra clasp. “I didn’t wish for anything.”

The Goblin Kings eyes grew wider and he pushed himself closer on the mirror as her bra slipped from her arms, revealing her perky smooth globes. She ran her hands down her neck across her shoulders, running her fingers over her hard nipples moaning deeply when she finally took them fully into her hands. She closed her eyes and her head lolled back as she continued to massage them, pinching her tiny pink nipples. When she opened her eyes again she saw the king palming himself through those tight leather pants. She smirked at him this time, which she was greeted with a scowl.

“When I do this I think of your hands on me,” she sighed as she moved her right hand down her flat stomach, his eyes watching its every move. When her hand slipped between her legs, into her lace panties, feeling her slick folds, they both moaned. “I imagine all the things you would do to me, how you would make me feel.

“Let me,” he groaned. “Say my name and I will do everything.” His words made a warm feeling wash over her and she almost gave in again, almost. She shook her head continuing to lightly touch her wetness. He pounded on the mirror again making her jump; she furrowed her brows at him.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked and he narrowed his eyes back at her. There was a bit of an impasse, then he shook his head no grimacing at her, fists tight. She flipped her hair at him and turned towards the bed, then bending slightly as she pulled down her panties revealing her naked backside to him. She could hear him groan again and looked over her shoulder to see him frustratingly running his hands through his hair. She found herself longing to push her hands into the platinum blonde mess.

She turned around again, swaying her hips and placed herself on the edge of her bed. She scooted up onto to the soft covers, leaning on her elbows but keeping her legs closed. She watched him as he waited for her next move; he seemed to be holding his breath before she let her legs fall open revealing her hot wet center. The Goblin King began to pant then his whole body pressed against the mirror, his eyes wild with lust and anger.

Sarah reached her hand between her legs, finding her sensitive bundle of nerves and began circling it with her finger. She moaned and bit her lip as she added pressure to it, her toes tingling from the sensation. She had been needing this all day. Her eyes connected with the raging king in the mirror, his nostrils were flared now, and if he had seemed frightening before this was a whole different level was fear. But she wasn’t done yet; she was going to force him to watch her come.

“Sarah,” he begged her name as she moaned louder slipping one finger into her tight entrance. She had done this a hundred times before but with his Fae eyes on her it felt better than it ever had. She fought to keep her eyes open on the Goblin King, wanting to watch him watch her. Watch as those mixed matched eyes never left the movement of her hand as she delved two fingers into her soaking center, her body already pooling her erotic juices into the sheets. She was so ready for him, so open and ready all she had to do was…

“Say my name,” the Goblin King groaned again, his fists white knuckled as they rested on the glass mirror. “Let me touch you.”

“You’ve never let another man touch me,” she whispered as she went back to circle that sensitive bud just at the start of her glistening lips. His eyes met hers then and they held a dark possession her body almost climaxed. She bit her lip hard to keep herself cool.

“No man has the right to touch you,” he growled.

“And you do?”

A wicked smirk crossed his lips even though his eyes remained raging, body ridged, the outline of his desire for her tenting even in those tight pants.

“I am no man, my little darling,” he crooned to her which caused a wicked shiver to slide from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes.

“You are cruel,” she whispered still. The fear of him still tinged her want for him.

“You will make me worse if you continue to make me wait. My patience runs thin, child. Let me be the one to give you your pleasure.”

Sarah shook her head and began to focus her attention back to her body, rubbing in circles faster and faster, her other hand coming up to cup her breast, pinching the tight nipple. The Goblin King growled again as she began to pant, her body so hot and needy getting so close to that sweet, blissful release.

Would he be rough with her when she finally let him through? Would he make her hurt? Bleed? She knew he could, that he could use his teeth to tear at her soft skin. Us his claws to leave marks and welts across her body. That growing rod of steel that could penetrate her so mercilessly it would take the air from her lungs. She would scream, she knew it, she would scream and scream for him and he would relish every vocal. Every bit of pain he could cause her, he would find pleasure.

Would she want him to hurt her?

Her answer came with her rushing orgasm, it hit her to suddenly and so harshly her back arched from the bed, toes curling uncontrollably, her voice hoarse as she fell and fell and fell over the edge into an abyss of ecstasy

Sarah laid there breathless, her chest rising and falling as she floated down from her self induced high. If it could feel like that with just him watching what would it feel…

“Make a wish my Queen.”

A voice filled her ears. It was soft, gentle, coaxing.

“My Goblin Queen, use your words.”

“How I have longed for you, let me in.”

“Let me taste you, let me feel you, I will make you sore.”

“My Queen…my Queen…my Queen.”

“What do you wish for?”

His words filled her every crevice both mind and body. They washed over her like silken honey coating her in warmth and light and longing. What did she wish for? Him…her Goblin King.

“Oh, Goblin King I wish…” the words pulled at her lips. “Jareth.”

The weight of him was almost instant, her eyes opening to meet his, his face not angered like how it was behind the mirror. It was soft, open and…loving.

“How I have waited for you, my Queen,” he breathed as he bent down, kissing her on one cheek and then the other. His feather light hair kissing her as well, tickling her. She hummed to him as he brought his hand up to her face. Leathered gloved fingers stroked her temple, her cheeks, her jawline.

“Do you find yourself amusing, my sweet,” he rumbled as his hand moved to her neck, fingers closing around and squeezing. Her eyes darted back to his as he began to close her airway. She gripped his wrists with both her hands then, eyes wide as his face turned villainous.

“I am not one to be played with,” he growled, baring his teeth. They shown sharp and deadly in the moonlight. What had she been thinking? He really was going to tear her a part

She whimpered, a pathetic sound, and that seemed to stop him, his eyes flashed a moment and his lips closed over his teeth, the Fae male retreated back to the gentle man. His grip on her throat loosened and that’s when he brought his lips to hers.

The moment the Goblin King kissed her Sarah forgot why she should be afraid, forgot that his hand could take her life, forgot that he could drag her back to the Goblin hell and force her to eat sweet peaches and dance until she could not move on her own…

All there was was his kiss given to her. And she drank him in, moving her arms to wrap around his neck she pulled him closer. Her kiss was selfish, claiming, a kiss she had always wanted to have. Every past pain, every regret, every future promise poured between them in this one kiss.

When they broke, they were both panting.

“You are a vixen, my Queen,” he whispered as he lightly kissed her again and again. His hands began to wander over her soft flesh, the rough feeling of the faded leather gloves left her shivering. “How I have longed to touch you.”

“Jareth,” she whimpered as he pressed his body into hers, grinding his hips, that steel hard against her belly.

“Be mine,” he begged, his wild eyes meeting hers. His eyes held fear, regret, and wonder. Did the Goblin King fear her as much as she feared him?

Sarah reached up and stroked her fingers across his face, as he had done with her. The Goblin King closed his eyes at her touch, heavily sighing, a shaky sigh as if it held back a sob.

“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you,” she whispered the words he had said to her so long ago. His eyes opened again to meet hers, his grip on her tightened.

“Just fear me love me, do as I say and I will be your slave,” he whispered back. “Forever.”

Sarah pulled up and met his lips with hers again, a silent answer to his plea. She would fear him, but she would love him more. A strange Queen for a strange King. Together entwined forever in the desperate need they had for each other. No other could ever compare to what she felt for the Goblin King. No matter how deranged he may be, how dark his soul, or the twisted places he would take her. She would not want to play these games with any other man, any other creature.

“Take me home,” she demanded as she pulled away from him. A grin so wide and so wicked crossed his lips she moaned. She knew those lips would give her pleasure for the rest of immortal time. The hands that now gripped her tighter as he pulled her from her childhood bed, would make her fall over and over into deep caverns of ecstasy. Jareth held her body tight to his, the leather of his pants raising her skin. She could hardly wait to feel his naked body against hers

“Soon, my dear little one, soon,” he rumbled as if answering her silent need.

The Goblin King pulled her towards the mirror, his body slipping into the murky glass, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her inside. She would never look back again. The Goblin Kingdom was her home, and she was their promised Queen. And the wicked ruling King would make sure the entire land knew she was his, she was theirs, as he claimed her and claimed her and claimed her until the dusk became dawn and on and on and on.

So the Goblin Queen she became, and all it had taken was a wish…….

🖤

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Pairing: Badboy!Miguel O’Hara x Goodgirl!Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fluff, Nervous Miguel, Penetrative Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Jerking Off, Praise

Summary: Milkshakes and shaking cars

A/N: It has been long awaited… Part 2!!

Word Count: 3K (Barely Edited)

Part 1

Shit, maybe he fucked up.

His heart is practically racing as he pulls into your driveway, your pretty little smile turning towards him promising to only take a minute. He throws a weak smirk your way, watching the sway of your skirt as you run up the drive and through the front door. The second it closes, his smile drops and he’s tearing up his car. The stickiness in his boxers is starting to be uncomfortable, and he pops open the glove department, rummaging around until he finds old paper napkins. He looks up and around, checking all his blind spots, before wincing and pushing his legs up, hurriedly unzipping his pants and stuffing the napkins past the waistband of his boxers. They come back with random dark patches from the crinkled rush, and he cringes as he looks around his front seat. Fuck! He really doesn’t think things through!

His head is on a swivel as he tries to find a place to put the soiled napkins, eventually popping open the coin holder on the left side of the steering wheel and shoving them in there. It takes a few slams and rapid stuffing to get it to close, and Miguel lets out a deep sigh as he readjusts himself in his seat. His eyes turn to the rearview mirror, his hand rapidly coming up to face it towards him as best as he can. His red eyes stare back at him, and he leans further back, turning his head either way to get a look at his hair. He curses when he sees its disheveled state. He looks like a fucking clown. Fuck him and his need to defend a pretty girl’s honor and then fuck her stupid after. He runs both his hands through his hair, ruffling it up and then smoothing it down again into its perfectly styled look.

Movement in his peripheral makes him look past his rearview mirror, his eyes focusing on the good little thing walking down her front door steps and towards his car. He can’t help himself when he lets out a low groan, shifting in his seat as he takes in an eyeful. She’s going to be the death of him, with her innocent little smile and her pretty little dress. All for him. God, what did he do to get so fucking lucky. When you make it to the hood of his car, you give him a bashful smile, eyes going to the ground as you round the car and get into the passenger seat. You fix the dress over yourself once you sit down, trying your best to look pretty and proper. His eyes fall to your legs, the sticky trail that was there before gone. While he’s slightly disappointed the mark he has on you is gone, he’s more than happy to do it again when the time is right. His eyes come back up to your face, your doe eyes blinking up at him. He can’t help the slow smile that comes across his face, his hand grabbing one of yours off your lap and bringing it up to his mouth.

Your hand is warm as he presses his lips to your knuckle, the sweet scent of vanilla drifting into his senses. A fire lights your cheeks as you watch him, and Miguel smirks against your skin despite the fluttering in his stomach. He clears his throat as he leans back up, hands returning to the wheel as he begins pulling out of your driveway. Once he’s made it to the main road, one of his hands comes back to your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“How do you feel about milkshakes?”

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It’s not really busy.

A cute, obviously family-owned place. It’s made to look retro, something he hopes you appreciate. It’s a decent diner, somewhere nice to hangout and get cheap food. A classic date spot. Maybe a bit too classic or unspecial. Maybe the wrong place to take someone like you. Maybe he fucked up. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, prepared to take you somewhere else when you squeal. His eyes cut to you, and his breath leaves him the moment he catches sight of your wide smile and glistening eyes. You’re rambling on about how cute the place looks, saying something about how happy you are that you chose a dress that is on theme with the small diner’s color scheme. He just can’t help it. Miguel leans over the center console and reaches out his hand to rest under your chin, your head turns away from the windshield and you let out the cutest squeak the second his lips press against yours.

When he pulls away, he’s met with your dopey eyes. He smiles down at you, his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip before he leans further away and pulls his keys from the ignition. You’re still giving him those pretty doe eyes when he opens his car door, throwing a lazy smile your way. You’re jolted out of your haze when he closes the door, blinking rapidly to clear the glaze covering your eyes. Your head turns rapidly at the sound of your door opening, finding Miguel holding the edge of the door with a single hand as he rests his other arm against the roof of the car. He’s bent down, smirking at you still. “You coming, princesa?”

That familiar blush still colors your cheeks and you nod shyly, watching as Miguel moves over to make room for your exit. You step out quickly, looking up at him once you’ve fully exited the car. Miguel smiles down at you, moving a strand of hair behind your ear before looking past you and closing the car door. His arm comes around the back of your neck, hanging on your shoulders and keeping you to his side. The smell of him surrounds you, causing you to go slightly dizzy. He always smells good, but mixed into his usual cologne is the smell of sex, making your cheeks darken and for you to face away from him. He catches the movement from the corner of his eye, chuckling as he squeezes you tighter against his side and placing a small kiss to the top of your head. He swears he could feel the exact moment your knees buckled before you get ahold of yourself.

Once you step inside the small place, the light ringing of a silver bell greets the two of you. The place smells strongly of coffee and ice cream, a pleasant combination. He can feel the way your head moves as you take in the interior, focusing on the vintage-like posters decorating the walls as he leads you towards a corner booth. He lets you slide in first, following right after you and practically smashing you against the wall and his side. His arm finds its place over the top of your seat again, resting comfortable over the even-leveled top of the booth seat. A waitress comes up soon after, an older woman in the classic waitress outfit. You give her a kind smile, and Miguel takes one of the menus she offers, giving it to you to browse over. With a promise to come back in a bit, the waitress leaves the two of you.

Miguel just sits and stares, his hand playing with a strand of your hair as you look over the menu. It’s silent between the two of you, not that he minds. He likes studying your face as you contemplate what you want, watching as you bite your bottom lip or your fingers come to play with it. Every now and then you ask him his opinion on some of the things on the menu, causing Miguel to lean in and speak against your ear like he’s telling a secret. It’s obvious that you don’t really listen to what he’s telling you, he can see it on your face as it heats up and your eyes glaze over. He finds it cute, reminding him to go back to his usual teasing. Eventually, you decide to stick to a simple milkshake and a serving of fries and Miguel calls over the waitress to give her the two orders and the menu.

It won’t take long for the order to come to the table, so Miguel entertains you through simple conversation. He comments on your dress, showering you in compliments that eventually has you burying your head into his side out of embarrassment. Miguel chuckles at your natural cuteness, his arm coming down from the top of the booth and wrapping around your shoulders so he can place a kiss to your head once again. By the time the blush on your cheeks has died down, the waitress comes back with two milkshakes and a basket of fries. She leaves the two of you with a smile, promising to be nearby if the two of you need anything. You’re obviously thankful for the cold treat, taking a sip of it in hopes of cooling you down more. Miguel smiles as he watches you, ignoring the way his cock stirs as your throat bobs with every quick swallow. Miguel clears his throat once again, turning to his own milkshake and taking sips from it. He starts up conversation again, something more tame that won’t make your cheeks heat up. He enjoys the small giggles you let out as he talks to you, laughing along when you can’t eat a fry in fear that you’ll choke on it from all your giggling. It’s nice and calm, almost distracts him entirely from the hard on he’s sporting because anything you do is insanely hot to him. But then, you’re cutting him off mid-sentence as you swipe your thumb over his bottom lip, a drop of his milkshake on your finger that disappears as you hesitantly look up at him and lick at it. Yup, the death of him.

Miguel curses, looking away from you and fishing in his back pocket for his wallet. He pulls it out quickly, slapping two 20s on the table before getting out of the booth. You’re staring at him with wide eyes, yelping when he grabs your hand and drags you with him towards the door. You let out a stuttering protest that falls on deaf ears, the sound of the silver bell ringing behind you as the door closes. In seconds, Miguel brings the both of you to his car, pining you to the side of it as he smashes his lips against yours. His hands hold tight to your waist as yours clutch his shoulders. A small whimper leaves you as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and he groans the second your mouth opens. You taste sweet, like whipped cream and ice cream and a bit of salt. Fuck, isn’t it just addicting. Miguel pulls away from you once he starts going light-headed, his eyes still drawn to your lips as you take deep breaths.

“Get in the backseat, please.” Miguel mumbles, his hands tightening at your waist. You blink, not quite hearing what he said. Miguel groans, resting his forehead against your own as he tries to tame his raging hormones. He repeats it, just loud enough for you to hear, sighing in relief when you nod your head slowly and he hears the slight click of the door handle. He follows after you, sitting in the center seat before pulling you into his lap. You let out another yelp, your legs spreading to fit on either side of his lap. The noise you make when his lips meet yours again is calmer, more expectant as your hands go to his hair. He moans against your lips as you tug slightly, pulling him closer to you and making him curse. When he pulls away, his face goes to your neck, his own hands going to your hair to pull your head back to give him more access.

“Miguel!” You call out when he sucks slightly on the column of your throat, “D-did I do something? What-” You’re cut off by your own gasp as Miguel bites lightly at the junction between your shoulder and neck, soothing it over with a few licks.

“Yes?”, he mumbles against your skin, his fingers moving the straps of your dress down your shoulders, leaving them hanging against your upper arm, allowing him more room to kiss your soft skin. “No?” He retraces his steps back up your neck, coming face to face with you again. “Does it matter?”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off again by Miguel’s lips. Your eyes flutter closed, moaning against him. Miguel hisses when your body shifts, rubbing against the front of his jeans. He pulls away from the kiss, his hand cradling your head as he slowly begins to lean you back. Your hands slide down to his shoulders, letting him guide you until your back hits the center console. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but you quickly forget about it the second Miguel lifts up the bottom of your dress and starts kissing the exposed skin of your stomach. A soft noise leaves you as his slightly cold lips glide over your skin, causing you to squirm slightly. Miguel drinks up those sweet noises, his hand going to the zipper of his pants, dragging it down until he’s able to free his aching cock. His kisses go further down your body as he gives himself slow tugs, groaning the second his mouth is pressed against the growing damp spot in your panties.

They’re a different pair from the ones you had on earlier, but just as easy to move to the side as he leans back. You whimper once you feel the air against your wet folds, cheeks blushing as you're exposed to him again. Your cunt is still puffy from what he has done to you earlier, but all signs of his seed are gone. He’ll just have to fix that. His eyes come up to you, studying the way you bite your lip in anticipation, eyes cloudy with need. “You’re going to be the death of me, y’know that, pretty girl?”

You reply with a moan, head leaning forward as Miguel begins to push into you. You’re already so fucking wet, walls eagerly tightening around him, welcoming him home. Miguel lets out a curse the second he bottoms out, a wet click sounding. Miguel’s hands come up to your waist, your dress bunching around his fingers as he begins to pull you back off and on his dick. He can get drunk on the wet noises that greet his ears the second he slides in and out of your slick walls. Only second to the pleading tone of your voice as you beg him to go faster.

Miguel can’t deny his sweet little baby anything, moving his hips faster. You both moan out, breathy little squeals leaving your mouth as Miguel throws his head back against the seat. He can hear the car groaning slightly as it begins to shake, and Miguel grits his teeth when he feels your walls fluttering. “Fuck, that’s it. Good girl, taking it so well, yeah?”

You babble something back, nodding your head along to him as he thrusts into you. His hand comes down to your clit, watching the way you thrash and your legs kick out. Miguel can’t help but smirk, watching the way your legs shake at a few rubs. “Oh baby, don’t tell me you’re still sensitive, my sweet girl.”

You only whimper, back arching off the console as the similar burning sensation begins to form in your stomach. Your hips begin moving, grinding against his lap as he feeds your greedy cunt more of his cock. Miguel moans out, mouth dropping open as his lashes flutter. He presses harder against your bud, giving it a few rough flicks before you cry out and your body collapses back onto the console. He’s hypnotized as he watches you convulse around his cock, your walls pulsating rapidly against him. He fucks you through your orgasm, cursing as you milk him for all he’s worth. “Fuck, yes. So goddamn tight for me, baby. Got me addicted to you.”

You moan out his name, your hands grabbing at the seats on their side of your body. You try to pull yourself off of him, sensitivity prickling your bones. Miguel is quick to see it, his hands reaching up to pull your hands up and into him, forcing the rest of your body to come and fall against his chest. You cry out at the new angle, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Miguel grunts, hands returning to your waist and rubbing soothing circles through your dress.

“Sh, sh, come back to me sweet girl,” Miguel coos at you as your walls clench around him again, signaling the approach of a second orgasm. You pant heavily, whimpering as you loll your head forward, resting it against Miguel’s. Miguel gives you a breathless smile, his hold tightening on your waist. “Good girl, there she is. Knew that you could do it.”

You whine at the praise, eyes fluttering closed slowly. Miguel tilts his head up, moaning the moment your lips instantly start moving with his. His hips thrust into you faster, drowning out your moans. Miguel’s brows furrow, ignoring the car’s loud squeaking. He’s so close, can fill it about to explode. He pulls his mouth away from yours, one of his hands coming up to pull your hair away from your face. Your eyes are glassy as you stare at him, lips swollen and covered in spit. You look like a fucking goddess.

“Miguel, please.” Sound just like one, too

“Fuck, okay. Okay, I got you, just…fuck” Miguel groans out, jackhammering into you desperately.

You squeal, arms coming to wrap around his neck before you pull him into a kiss. Miguel’s eyes shut tight as his thrusts get sloppy, whimpering against your lips as the rope inside his stomach snaps. You whine against his lips as warmth fills you, squirming in his lap even as he’s stopped thrusting. You both pull away, Miguel resting his head on your shoulder as he breathes deeply. He places a delicate kiss to your skin, his hand rubbing you back to help you calm down. Eventually you pull away, a shy smile on your face. Miguel smiles back at you, watching as you look around. “The windows are foggy.”

Miguel chuckles, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

“Date me?”

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Idk what wrong with me but I've been craving some highschool oneshot, or anything tbh

So I hope if u could do badbad!Miguel x goodgirl!nerd?

I have no idea what I meant by goodgirl!nerd,let just make her an good girl who always an big time nerd in the school,who loves helping people out,especially when it come to tutoringor tutor some students,so when miguel ask for her to tutor him,so he could catch up with his grades,she say yes to him,but he really didn't need the tutoring he just wanted to play around with reader (he would been craving for some of her attention,he would have an interest in her without anyone notice) he loved teasing,flirty, and most definitely love making her all stuttering and blushing mess,but what he hate how people who think that have their advantage over reader,eye fucking her with their eyes,it just makes his blood boil,his fist clenching in anger,but he deals with them later (beating tf out of them for thinking that they can touch what his) but not feeling satisfied he just had to show u who u belong to,and make you his,so on one can try to get u before him

Idk what wrong with me like I can write when I'm zoned out (also could u pls put nfsw pls)

Anyway have an great day

Pairing: Badboy!Miguel O’Hara x Goodgirl!Reader

Warnings: Protectiveness, Suggested Physical Fighting, Smut, Slight Exhibition, Marking, Praise, Lots of Curses and Mentions to Disney

Summary: All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. (Get it..like the song)

A/N: THIS REQUEST IS SO!!!

Word Count: 4.5K (Barely Edited)

It doesn’t take much to notice you.

He sees you all the time, sitting in the front like the good little girl you are. Batting those innocent eyes up at every teacher as you shoot your hand up to answer every question with a bashful smile. Eyes you as you go up to different students, reminding them of tutoring sessions or offering help. His good little girl just wanted to make sure everyone graduates with passing grades. Just want to be so helpful for everyone, to feel needed. He could make you feel needed. Only if you’d let him, only if you needed him as much as he needed you.

When he calls your name, your head shoots up instantly to turn to him. Your cheeks heat up when your eyes meet his, a smirk spreading on his face. He calls you over, finger forming a ‘come here’ motion. You instantly obey, getting out of your seat and standing over his desk. You flutter your lashes shyly at him, fingers fidgeting together as you try to kill the redness on your face. Miguel hums lazily, hand reaching out to play with a strand of your hair resting on your shoulder. Your hair is soft and silky against his fingers, his eyes watching as it twirls around his fingers.

“Tutor me.” He says simply, eyes blazing a lazy trial up to your face. His expression is one of boredom, except his eyes are glistening with mischief.

The eye contact makes you flush deeper, face practically a tomato as you refocus your gaze to his ear to avoid his gaze. A stuttered response leaves you, uncertainty masking your voice as you ask him what he needs help with. The question momentarily pauses his movements. Truthfully, he doesn’t need help with anything. He has a high class rank, closely following behind your up and coming valedictorian title. In the end, he replies with science, a class he has a perfect grade in. You instantly agree, shyly giving him a time and day to go to the library for his sessions.

He always shows up a few minutes early, you find him on his phone as his feet are propped up on a secluded table with his chair leaning on its back legs. A lazy smile crosses his face as he watches you walk over, not caring for the science workbooks you set down at the table. You try your hardest not to meet his gaze, finding it hard when he sets his feet down and leans closer towards you as you explain the material in quiet, stuttered sentences. He simply hums along to your explanations, not really listening as he brushes his shoulder against yours, accidentally grazing your hand when he points to a random paragraph, pressing the side of his knee against yours under the table.

Each touch makes you stop talking, body tensing as a flush covers every inch of your skin. His touch burns against your skin, causing your voice to waver and fingers to tremble. He drinks in every reaction, interrupting your explanations with questions whispered too close to your ear in a flirty tone. They’re questions he already knows the answers to, but he just wants to keep hearing you talk and stutter. He’ll make you late to your next tutor session with a pout, teasing that he still doesn’t understand what you’re trying to teach him. It always causes your eyes to soften towards him and make you promise that you’ll move your schedule around to make room for a sooner tutoring session. It always causes Miguel to puff up with pride at his clever antics and for his heart to beat faster at the thought of spending more one-on-one time with you.

When he’s not with you in his lovely tutor sessions, he keeps his eye on you. He watches you in the cafeteria as you offer someone your lunch because they didn’t bring any money and don’t have anything to eat. He smiles slightly to himself whenever you get stopped by an underclassman and you fuss over making sure they get to the right class and don’t end up lost in the halls. He gets slightly annoyed and furrows his brows when you hold the door open for a long string of people and only a few of them acknowledge your kindness with a thank you. You’re just so nice and he wishes he can have that sweetness of yours all to himself. Especially when he sees some random ass fuck trying their go at you. Because, of course you’re not just nice and smart, you’re a total fucking knockout.

You have the sweetest little face paired with a body any man would get on his knees to worship, (a thought Miguel thinks about very often in the comfort of a bathroom or his bedroom), the shiniest fucking eyes that always blink up at everyone like they’re the most interesting damn thing you’ve ever met, and a voice that drips of honey and hidden sex appeal. And if it isn’t your looks that instantly draw them in, it’s that perfect personality of yours. Always kind and patient and funny. You’re always walking with someone in the halls, making everyone you’re with laugh and crave to be the subject of your attention. You’re a goddamn magnet, and everyone wants to be connected to you. You’re the type of woman that would convince any man to settle down, to drop to a single knee and ask you to be his for life. Because everyone knows that you’re a once in a lifetime girl and no one will ever come close to you. Every boy (and some girls) in this damn school wants a chance with you.

And that pisses Miguel the fuck off. Because while you’re wife material, most boys here don’t even meet the requirements to be considered boyfriend material. Sleezy fucks who want a trophy wife that will suck them off after they come home from some meaningless job that they sit around all day doing nothing at. Immature cunts who think they’re funny when they poke fun at insecurities and claim it's a joke. Disgusting toddlers in overgrown bodies who don’t deserve to be in the same universe as you are. But, of course you’re still nice to them, and of course they think it means they have a chance with you.

Miguel is always clenching his jaw and preparing his fists whenever he walks into the library to meet you after one of your earlier sessions to see some disney channel-looking fucker trying to sweet talk you. Key word being ‘trying’, because he can tell from a mile away that you’re still trying to be patient even though your body language screams ‘I am so close to slapping this boy with my textbooks’. The thought makes Miguel snort out a laugh that instantly dies as he watches some Zac Efron wannabe lean closer towards you. The asshole’s eyes instantly drop to your chest, where your textbooks are causing your boobs to be pushed together, revealing the most mouthwatering sight. Miguel’s eye is practically twitching when the dude’s slimy fingers come to run down your arm with the ugliest smirk Miguel has had the displeasure of seeing.

Miguel doesn’t hesitate to walk over, walking slowly as he stops at the end of the table with a bored and displeased expression on his face. The boy, who’ll probably end up as a drug addict in his 20s, looks very annoyed at his presence. Even muttering something about Miguel being a ‘cock-blocker’ under his breath. The retort makes Miguel lift his brow in surprise. He didn’t know Mickey Mouse Junior even had a dick. Must be one of his magic mousekatools, he concludes.

Miguel ignores him, instantly turning to you. The grateful look on your face as you stare at him makes Miguel puff out his chest, proud of himself for making you feel better. His body loses the tiniest bit of tension as you smile softly at him. “He bothering you, princesa?”

You instantly widen your eyes, moving to shake your head when Donald Duck speaks up, “I think you’re the one bothering her, actually.”

He must have been a mosquito in his past life, Miguel thinks to himself, it would explain why he’s so fucking annoying. Miguel turns over to Shrek’s brother and stares him down. The boy instantly looks like he might piss his pants, but keeps his position as much as his wobbling legs can, “I think you should leave Miguel. I’m sure she’ll be…preoccupied for the next hour or two.”

His comment makes you cringe from the applied meaning and Miguel sees absolute red. He has to laugh at what this fucker thinks would have happend if Miguel didn’t show up. Yeah right, like this motherfucker could last that long. Miguel grabs the front of his collar with a tight grip, almost pulling the poor boy over the table. A vein is visibly running down Migue’s neck as his jaw clenches.

“Puta madre. Cuando termine contigo, no podrás tocar nada nunca más.” Miguel grinds out, shaking the worthless piece of shit slightly before turning towards you in a nicer, softer tone, but still laced with a bit of tension: “Go find us a nice table, hermosa. I have to take care of something real quick.”

You can only nod, watching as Miguel leaves with the boy out the back entrance of the library. You wince slightly as the door closes rather loudly, feeling a bit of sympathy for the boy who most likely won’t schedule another tutoring session once Miguel comes back. You spend the next 20 or so minutes preparing the secluded table Miguel likes best. Laying out all your books and supplies, sitting still and then getting antsy and shifting things to straighten them every few minutes.

When Miguel finds you, he walks over with his hands in his pocket. He looks just like he did a few minutes ago, his hair just slightly disheveled. Your heart might have actually stopped when his hand leaves his pocket to grab yours that are drummin nervously on the wooden table. His hand is rough compared to your soft one as he bends down and brings it to his face. His lips are soft, if not slightly chapped, when he presses a fleeting kiss to your knuckles, mumbling an apology for taking so long as he stares into your eyes. Your eyes are wide as you stutter out reassurance that it’s fine. Miguel simply hums before dropping your hand and going to sit down. He pauses when your small hands grab his once again.

Your thumb strokes over the redness and slight purple color of his knuckles, something that definitely wasn’t there when he first came in, hinting at what happened outside of the library building. A slight crease appears between your brows and your lips are in a sad pout.Your eyes don’t leave his hand when you mutter, “You’re hurt.”

Your concern makes Miguel slightly happy, liking the idea you care for him. He slips his hand into yours, bending back down as his hand goes under your chin to lift your face. Out of sight from peering eyes, he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, mkay?”

Your stuttered and shy state makes him smile, muttering how cute you are as he finally sits down. You have to clap a hand over your mouth to conceal a squeak when Miguel grabs the seat of your chair and pulls it closer to him, practically connecting the edge of the chairs. He casually throws his arm over the back of your chair, not doing any dramatics like faking a yawn or stretching. You stare and blink at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach as he leans in closer. “Are we going to start or what, mami?”

He keeps his smile to himself, watching as you clear your throat and scramble to open your science textbook to where you had left off the last time. He just sits and watches, fingers ghosting over your shoulder gently, feeling nothing like the other guy. He listens to what you’re saying faintly, pointing at some diagram in the book. He thinks you asked him a question because you stare at him patiently, yet expectantly. He turns to you, shrugging, “Can’t see the model clearly.”

You nod, moving to push the book closer to him before his hands are on your waist. He leans fully back into his chair as he lifts you off yours and into his lap. He pulls the book in front of the both of you, head resting on your shoulder as he hums. “That’s better. Now ask the question again.”

Your brain stops functioning for a second, Miguel’s hands leaving your waist to rest against your legs, fingers slightly caressing the side of your thigh. Your nervousness makes you squirm, and his hands instantly grab onto your thighs tightly with a hiss. He grinds out for you to ask the question again, but he doesn’t sound aggressive. His voice sounds more pained and desperate. You nod with a gulp, hesitantly reasking the question that he pretends to think about before answering correctly just to hear your praise.

As you continue talking, Miguel’s fingers rub the skin just below the ending of your skirt. You try to ignore the touches, but your body melts against his front as your voice quiets and you shift your body slightly to press into him. Miguel’s breath tickles your neck and your thighs clench as a single finger slips under the material of your skirt. It just barely skims over your panties, and your breath hitches. Miguel smirks at your reactions, asking you what’s wrong as he slowly moves your leg so it hangs over his leg. You’re a stuttering mess, brain malfunctioning when his hand comes back and caresses the crotch of your panties. Your cheeks flush, knowing it’s damp in arousal.

A quiet groan leaves Miguel as he moves your panties to the side, letting his fingers rub against your bare pussy. Sticky fluid instantly clings to his fingers and his head turns to press kisses against your neck, his free hand coming up to your chin to tilt your head to the side for more room. Your hand comes down to hold his arm, eyes closing as the tips of his fingers tease your entrance. When he hears your slight whimper, he looks up to your face and pulls his fingers away, moving them to trace circles in your inner thigh.

The small sound you make in protest causes him to chuckle, “Shh, shh. Keep talking, baby. You’re supposed to help me, remember?”

You open your mouth to protest but his fingers are back, this time slowly sinking into your heat instead of just teasing with his fingertips. Your eyes instantly close again and you let out a shuddering breath. You open our eyes, trying to focus on the words in the book. When you begin to read and explain a scientific equation, Miguel’s fingers reach knuckle-deep into you. You can hear the muffled sound he makes as he continues to suck and kiss your neck. Your weak explanation is cut off when he pulls his fingers back and pumps them into you, curling his fingers. The beginning of a moan is let out before your hand clasps over your mouth. Miguel laughs evilly as he continues moving his fingers.

You're sure this is a game to him. Everytime you stop explaining things, he stops and tells you to continue. But once you start talking, his pumps and curls his fingers faster, causing you to cut yourself off when sounds of pleasures. You’re a mess by the time you finish your explanation, hips grinding into Miguel’s hand and fingers clutching to the edge of the table for stability.

Once you say your last words, Miguel speeds his fingers up and bites into your neck, “Good girl. Gonna give you a reward for being such a good girl for me, yeah?”

You don’t hesitate to nod, face screwed up in pleasure as you reach closer and closer to the edge. Miguel leaves your neck, licking the bite soothingly before tilting your face back towards him. He muffles the loud moan you make as you gush around his fingers with a deep kiss. He bites and sucks on your bottom lip, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he savors the taste of your lip gloss. His tongue swipes over the seam of your lips, causing you to part them as his tongue explores your mouth.

His fingers move to lazy pumps, working you through your orgasm before stopping completely. Your body shakes slightly against his, and he smirks into the kiss before pulling away. His fingers reappear from under your skirt, covered in your white cum. You both watch as he part his two fingers, white strings connecting the two. You let out an embarrassed whimper, watching as Miguel brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean. Your taste instantly floods his mouth and he practically rolls his eyes back. Of course you’d taste so fucking sweet and delicious. His fingers leave his mouth with a small pop, hurriedly coming back to kiss you again. A shy moan leaves you at your own taste.

Miguel’s hand moves your other leg, spreading you out fully so both of your legs are pressed into the sides of his thighs. His hand leaves your chin and scoots you further up his leg, working on undoing his jeans just enough to stick his aching cock out of his underwear. The head is red and leaking, precum sliding down his length. His hand comes to pump himself before he moves you back over him, his cock resting against your ruined panties.

“Move your panties to the side for me, yeah?” He mumbles against your lips. You comply instantly, pushing your panties to one side, moaning when Miguel takes a hold of his cock to align it with you. He pushed slowly into you, his hand releasing his cock to hold onto your thigh and to cover your mouth as you continued moaning out. He throws his head back with a choked moan the moment he bottoms out, holding still to bask in the way your tight cunt swallows him and squeezes around him.

“Feels so fucking tight. Feels like I’m in heaven.” Miguel hisses out, his hips thrusting into you experimentally.

The cutest of mewls leave your mouth, causing Miguel to nose your cheek almost lovingly. He takes his time, lazily thrusting into your pulsating pussy in an attempt to hold himself back. But he’s wanted this for so long. He’s wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to just be near you since the moment he laid eyes on you. And he’s here, in the goddamn school library, and you’re letting him fuck you as you sit on his lap. It feels like a scene straight out of some fucked-up erotica or porn video. Would it be too much if he started thanking you until he’s a babbling mess?

A strangled noise leaves Miguel when you start fucking bouncing on his cock, impatient with his slow speed. Instinctively, his hips speed up. The sound of wet squelching filling the small, unoccupied section of the library. Anyone can walk over, some poor student or librarian in need of a book only to find his good girl riding his cock so desperately. The thought makes his balls tighten and he has to distract himself before he blows his load into you too soon. He buries his head into the curve of your shoulder, shifting the hand that covers your mouth to stuff two of his fingers past your lips. Without even asking, you start sucking on them as you lift your hips up and down.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl, princesa.” Miguel praises into your ear, his hand leaving your thigh to pinch and play with your neglected clit. It causes you to squirm and for your steady riding to falter. “Oh fuck. Taking my cock so well, yeah? Taking it is so good for me. Holy fuck!”

More curses leave his mouth as he pounds into you, shifting his hips until he hits that gummy spot inside of you that causes you to wrap your arm around his neck to hold on for dear life. Your pussy just keeps quivering around him, milking him for the cum you so desperately need to be filled with. The cum he wants to fill and claim you with. The thought of you walking out of the library, hell going to tutor another student, with his cum flooding your pussy and dripping through your panties is something he’s fantasized about for months. His pure, innocent girl tainted with how dirty she is by fucking him of all people, in a place where anyone can see how naughty she really is.

“Miguel!”

The sound of your muffled call makes his eyes snap open from their closed position, He looks up at your face, watching as a line of drool drips from your stuffed mouth. He has to groan and give you deep thrusts as a thank you for the pretty sight. As he thrusts, he realizes how much your walls have contracted, practically trying to trap his cock inside you. He notices how much your body is beginning to twitch and he knows you’re close. Your eyes look hazy and the muffled moans you let out add on to how close you must be to coating his cock.

“Wanna cum on my cock, love? Gonna cum and make you all mine, yeah?” He whispers into your ear, slowing his fast thrusting in exchange for hard and deep thrusts that cause you to whine. You desperately nod your head, babbled and incoherent nonsense being said around his fingers.

Miguel let out a low chuckle, speeding up again and relishing the happy noise that vibrates in the back of your throat. Your walls clench around him like a heartbeat for a few blissful moments before you're screaming around his fingers as your back arches and thighs shake. Miguel moans as he feels you cum around him, the lewdest noises coming from your wet cunt as he hammers into you for his own release. A sweat builds up on his face as he drives into you, trying to push in and out of your tight walls that only seem to tighten the more he thrusts.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Came so beautifully around my cock.” He mumbles, looking down to where the two of you are connected to see the most gorgeous white ring at the base of his cock. He can feel himself twitching inside of you, on the brink of exploding.

Miguel bites into your neck as one last act of claiming as he spills into you, his hips not stopping as he pumps you full of his seed. A delirious moan comes from you as you feel his warmth, but you seem happy as you melt into him. Your skin is sticky from sweat, arousal, and Miguel’s saliva when he pulls his face away from your neck. The bite mark is red against the purples beginning to stain your skin. He can feel himself getting hard again at the sight of it, but he refrains from taking more than what you’ve already given him.

He lifts you up slightly, moaning as a mix of cum slowly falls from your hole, dripping onto the underside of his semi-hard cock. It drips down, merging with the cum that still sits at the base of his dick. He makes you stand between his legs, your upper body pressed against the table as you try to recompose yourself as Miguel lifts up the back of your skirt to study your glistening pussy and thighs. He pressed a small kiss on your pussy lips before readjusting your underwear to cover you again. A proud smile graces his lips as he watches the previous wet spot in them get darker from the cum still trying to leave you.

When he pulls the skirt back down, he finds you looking over your shoulder with a shy look. His beautiful good girl is back to her doe eyes and flustered cheeks. Miguel tucks himself back into his underwear, zipping himself back up. He takes the time to lazily look around, amazed that no one realized what was happening or witnessed it. He stands up off the chair, looking back towards you and wraps one of his arms around your middle to pull you up against his chest.

The tiniest of squeaks leaves you as you meet his hard chest again, looking up at him with amazement. You can’t help but study his face, admiring the way his lashes flutter as he blinks and the way he looks good from even this angle. HIs eyes look down at you briefly, a lazy smile coming over his face as he shakes his head. He works on packing up your things for you, closing the unneeded textbook and stuffing it and your other supplies back into your bag. When he’s finished, he shifts his face down towards you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

The sappy smile that appears on your face makes his heart beat fast and for his own cheeks to heat up. He gulps and clears his throat, looking away as his hand starts rubbing the skin it rests over. He slings your book bag over his shoulder, the pastel color of it a large contrast over his entirely black attire. He stares back down at you, pushing hair out of your face and tilting his head at you.

“Do you have another tutoring session to go to now?” He whispers softly, smiling when you shake your head no wordlessly. He hums in pleasure, his arm sliding from around your center and down to your hand, dwarfing it in his. He gives it a tight squeeze and pulls you with him as he starts walking towards the exit. You follow him with no resistance, just hurrying your pace to keep up with his long strides.

“Where are we going?” You ask as the afternoon sun instantly hits both of you when you walk out the door. He pulls you straight to his car, opening the passenger door for you and closing it before putting your bag in the backseat. You watch without question through the windshield as you buckle in and he rounds the car to go through the drivers’ side door. After he buckles in, he turns and starts reversing, not answering until he’s out of the parking spot and turning the wheel back to straighten it.

“Imma take you home so you can change.” He says simply, turning to throw you a quick smile before grabbing your hand again and intertwining them as he clutches onto the gearshift. “And then, I’m going to take you out on a date.”

Part 2

Literally the longest thing I’ve posted because I love this request so much! I now reached 100 pages in my writing doc. As always, SpanishDict was used.

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Could be us 🥰

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Pairing: Nerd!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Reader Under the Influence of an Aphrodisiac, Somnophilia, Blowjob, Slight Nipple Play, Slight Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Mean!Miguel, Slightly Perverted!Miguel

A/N: Requested!

Summary: There is only one man you can turn to in your time of need

Word Count: 3.2K (Barely Edited)

Fuck!

You almost miss your landing, having to hold extra tight to the fire escape railing to not fall. Your breath is ragged, and you never realized how hard it was to breath through your mask until now. You stumble as you step off of the railing and onto the landing, taking a lungful of air as you reach behind your head and rip off your mask. Your steps are clumsy as you walk towards the window, your body burning up as you grasp the window ledge and push it up with a grunt. God, I told that idiot to start locking his windows, you think as you slide through.

It’s completely dark inside, the only bit of moonlight being blocked by your figure. But even then, you can see the outline of posters and figurines on the wall. You can even see the outline of his body laying in his bed. You let out a heavy sigh, making your way over to him. His bed creaks as you kneel on top of it, the soft mattress sinking under your weight. Miguel’s sheet is half-way off his body, probably kicked off during the night-time heat. His chest falls steadily, his whole front being exposed to you as he sleeps on his back. He mumbles something, sleepy whispers leaving his barely parted mouth as his hand comes up to scratch at his naked chest. You can feel your skin heat up at the sight of the exposed skin, seeing the way coarse hair spans over tan muscles. You feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

You don’t really think before your palms land flat onto his skin. It’s slightly cool under your hands, but it does nothing to kill the heated flush over your own skin. It only makes it worse. A tortured sound leaves your lips as you rake your hands down his body, ghosting over the skin of his chest and stomach until they stop at his thighs. Why are his boxers so tight around his thighs? You take a shaky breath in, shifting your weight as your hands travel up slightly until they’re right over the outline of his soft dick. Your hands shake as you massage him over the thin fabric of his underwear; have they always shook like that?

You can feel him hardening under your hands, and your head snaps up when he lets out a soft moan. He’s still asleep, that steady rhythm still moving his chest. But his brows are furrowed, lips parted slightly. It makes something in your stomach twist in fear and excitement at the idea of being caught. You let out another breath as you drop your attention to his semi, your hand gently guiding his cock out through the hole of his boxers. Even though he’s not fully hard yet, you can see the beginning bulge of a vein running up the underside of his cock. The length of him just barely being supported by the hold you have on him.

Your mouth feels dry at the sight. He’s big, and he isn’t even fully hard yet. You try to chase the dryness in your throat away with a swallow, but it only makes more saliva pool on your tongue. You sneak a peek up again, finding him in the same pose from a minute ago. You keep your eyes on him as you slowly lean down, only looking down for a second as you guide your mouth over him. Your bottom lip brushes over his tip, but you turn your head to the side as you lean further down. Your tongue darts up, licking the length just above your hand as you make your way back up to his tip. Miguel’s breath hitches, your eyes looking towards him. His head is thrown to the side, but he doesn’t seem to be waking up.

Good.

You hum against him, tongue flicking at his slit. Your hand moves up and down him slowly, feeling him get harder in your hold before you wrap your fingers around his tip. You suck lightly, eyes fluttering when the first salty beads of precum melt on your tongue. You can feel a dull throb beginning at your core, your body craving Miguel’s addicting taste. Your body needs it. A small moan falls from your lips as you take him deeper, your hands falling away to sit on his thighs as you slowly move your head up and down his length. The heavy warmth in your mouth is comforting, and the pleasure of having him in your mouth travels straight to your cunt. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you focus on moving your head, gagging slightly when you force him a little too far down your throat. But you’re caught off guard when a heavy hand falls on your head, forcing Miguel’s cock down your throat entirely.

You squeal, quickly turning into a gag as your nose meets the coarse hair at the base of his cock. The hand keeps you there and you snap your eyes open. Miguel’s half-lidded eyes stare down at you, sharp crimson glinting. His other hand is stretched out to his side, coming into view in a second, the frames of his glasses pinched between his fingers before he slips them on. You moan around him, trying to communicate the uncomfortable pressure pressing on the back of your throat, but it only makes Miguel hiss out in pleasure. His hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head up before pushing it back down to the base.

“Fucking knew it,” he breaths harshly, repeating the movement until he’s controlling how fast you suck his dick. “Thought I wouldn’t find out it was you, huh?”

You whine around his cock, mind too hazy on the smell of his skin and the feel of his dick in your mouth to process what he’s talking about. Miguel’s head rolls, his hips beginning to thrust into your mouth as he keeps your head still. You can feel tears pricking at your lower lash line, wet gags escaping your throat with each of his thrusts. Your hands bunch up the fabric of his boxers, eyes staring up at him. You can feel yourself dripping, praying it doesn’t seep through your suit. Miguel thrusts into your mouth a few more times before he pulls you off of his cock, allowing you to take a large breath in and sputter. Spit wets the entirety of your chin and lips, and you gasp as warm liquid splatters on your cheek. Your eyes close instinctively, your ears picking up Miguel’s low groan and labored breathing. Your eyes slowly open, closing quickly when his cock slaps against your cheek.

It twitches against your face, softening only slightly. When you open your eyes fully, Miguel is sitting up. He’s looking down at you, eyes taking in your face and the all too familiar hero costume sticking to your body. He has a knowing look in his eyes, and you yelp when he grabs you. Your positions are switched quickly, your body bouncing once it hits the bed. Springs squeaking under your weight. You can feel Miguel’s body pressing against your back, his hand snaking to your front and pressing up on your abdomen until your ass is forced against him. You whine as you feel his cock pressing against your ass, and you turn your head over your shoulder to look back at him. His glasses have slid down the bridge of his nose, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he studies your body. Or rather, your suit.

‘So, how does the suit work?” he asks, hands running down your sides. You shiver at the contact, pressing yourself further against him. “How do you put it on? A hidden zipper, maybe?”

You gasp as his hand suddenly and roughly cups your clothed cunt, the heel of his hand pressing against you. You’re so warm there. “Or is it something you have to slip on? Gotta get naked before you can put it on, right? It certainly doesn’t feel like you have any panties on.”

You're at a loss of words, shaking your head and trying to grind against his hand. You didn’t know how desperately you need that pressure against your sex until he put it there. Miguel chuckles, cooing at you. His body presses against your back as he leans forward, warm breath hitting your ear. “I saw you on the news earlier, got sprayed with something, didn’t you? You smell so good.”

Another whine passes your lips when he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your hair. You smell sweet, delicious, like sex and candy. His free hand slips up to your chin, forcing your head up. You grind into his hand desperately as his warm tongue licks up your throat. The saliva is sticky on your skin, but you just wished he could lick you everywhere. Maybe it would help your body cool down. Miguel chuckles against your skin again, pulling away.

“God, so needy.” He laughs, pulling his hands away from you completely and loving the way you pathetically fall limp onto his bed. “Don’t tell me it was an aphrodisiac or something.”

You huff against his pillow, trying to back your body more into him. It makes him laugh louder, meaner. His hand comes to wrap around the base of his cock, slapping it against your ass. “Is this what you need? You need a nice, big cock to make it all better? Pathetic.”

Despite his words, he’s smiling. He’s wanted this for so long. It’s only a plus that you, his best friend that he’s been tugging his dick to, is also one of the hottest superheroes in Nueva York. It’s like a fucking wet dream. But here you are, in his room with a desperate need for your pussy to be stuffed to the brim. How could it get any better than this?

“I- Miggy, please,” you breathe out, a flush covering your cheeks at his dirty words. Miguel coos, his hands returning to rub up and down your sides.

“It’s okay, baby. I promise I’ll help it feel better. I’ll make it feel so good.”

You gasp when you feel his hands at the nape of your neck, a loud tear filling the room as he rips your suit down your back. “Hope you got extra at home, cariño.”

It takes a few rough tears to completely expose your backside, Miguel pushing the torn edges away as you pull your arms and legs out of them. He groans at the sight of you: your naked body laying in front of him as the tattered remains of your suit lay around you. Your skin is so warm under his touch, like you’re running a fever. And you’re so responsive, mewling and shivering as he rubs your sides slowly. You look so small under him, so perfect. Your back arches when his hands snake to your front, grasping your breasts. You gasp loudly, your hands pressing your body up from the bed, standing on all fours.

Miguel leans to lay on top of you, pinching and flicking at your horribly hard and sensitive nipples. His teeth are sharp against the lobe of your ear, soothing the sting with kitten licks. You whine when one of his hands leaves your breasts, feeling Miguel twist his head to the side slightly.

“Down, girl,” he commands, a smile evident in his tone as his hand presses on the center of your upper back and your body buckles. You let out a puff of air as your chest hits the mattress again, your hands sliding out from under you. “Good girl, that’s a good spider.”

You huff at the teasing, glaring at him from over your shoulder. He chuckles at your expression, ignoring you as his hand slips away from your chest and ventures further down your body. You stiffen as his fingers stop just above your clit, your thighs aching to close. With a slight stretch, Miguel’s middle finger skims your bud, your hips bucking. Miguel hums in contemplation, his hand moving away despite your whine of frustration. His hands come up to rub your ass, one of his hands moving further down until his fingers are playing with the sloppy mess of your cunt. You sigh in relief, your back arching further.

“God, you’re so wet. Is this all for me, baby?” He coos, watching the way his fingers get completely drenched from a few swipes at your folds. His curiosity gets the better of him, plunging two thick fingers through your throbbing hole. You groan, and Miguel slaps your ass to shut you up.

A wet squelch echos the room when he curls his fingers. As he slowly drags his fingers out, your walls clench in a futile attempt to keep them inside of you, a sad pop coming from your hole when his fingers pull out completely. Miguel holds his fingers up, studying the slight glint of arousal against the moonlight. It drips down his fingers, and Miguel licks the trail up to prevent a further mess. He moans at the taste, sweet and heady. He sucks the rest into his mouth, tongue working around his fingers until they come up clean. He uses the same fingers to smear saliva over the head of his cock, hand dragging it down as he tugs at himself. He shifts behind you, aligning himself until the head of his cock presses against your tiny hole.

“Gonna make it all better now,” Miguel whispers into the air before he thrusts his hips forward. His low groan is drowned by your loud screech, your walls stretching rapidly to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you bite down on the pillow, the tip of his cock pressing right against your cervix.

Miguel curses when your walls pulsate, molding to his cock. His teeth grit as he looks down, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he watches the way your hole moves as he pulls out slowly. Your hole completely melts around his tip, stretching wide as he suddenly fills you to the brim again. Miguel pushes his glasses up again as he smiles, repeating the movement. You moan loudly despite the pillow in your mouth, your hands grabbing at the sheets to stabilize yourself. Miguel’s hands grab at your ass again, kneading it in his hands as he begins thrusting in a steady rhythm. You melt into the bed, eyes fluttering with each snap of his hips.

A sweat builds on Miguel’s face as he moves his hips, mouth open in a moan each time your walls clench around him in thanks. His glasses slide down his face again, refusing to stay in place no matter how many times he pushes them up. He tires of it quickly, cursing as he rips them off his face and throws them somewhere near your head. His hands leave your ass, coming up to your hands. His palms are against the tops of your hands, his fingers connecting between yours despite the tight hold you have on the sheets. His chest pressed against your back, his forehead pressed against the side of your head as his thrusts speed up. You choke on a moan, your body jolting upward with the force.

“That’s it, taking it like a good, needy slut,” Miguel praises, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, a stark contrast to the way he punishes your dripping cunt. Your walls tighten embarrassingly at his words, making him laugh breathlessly.

The room is deafening with the sound of his pelvis hitting against your ass, his balls slapping at your clit when he goes flush against you. It all mixes together to form the wet squeals from your cunt, your mind going dizzy from it all. Miguel’s hand pulls away from yours, coming up to your throat to force your face away from the pillow. A wet circle surrounded by teeth marks stains his pillow, more abstract lines showing where his cum has rubbed off of your face. He turns your face towards him, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip before pulling you into a heated kiss. His tongue licks at your teeth, tangling with your tongue. Your face presses more into him with each of his thrusts, and you moan pathetically in his mouth as the rubber band inside of you snaps.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you gush around his cock, body breaking in an almost uncomfortable arch as your body twitches. Miguel groans into your mouth as your walls grow tighter and tighter around him, his thrusts getting desperate as he tries to thrust in and out of them. He rips his mouth away from yours as you go to collapse on the bed, your muscles jumping from your orgasm. Miguel’s hand travels to your clit, rubbing in fast circles that overstimulate you. You gasp and cry, your walls confused as they pulsate quickly and trigger another orgasm in seconds. Your hands shake as they let go of the pillow, traveling down to hit and tug at Miguel’s arm.

“T-t’much. Miggy, t’much,” you sob, your muscles prickling.

Miguel hisses at you, removing his arm to hold your waist as he bounces you back on his cock rapidly before he stills. His groan is animalistic as his cock twitches inside of you, painting you in white seed. You moan like an animal in heat as the warmth fills you, your entire body collapsing on the bed in an exhausted pile. You only whine slightly when Miguel gives you a few slow pumps of his cock to ride out his orgasm, forcing his cum deeper inside of you before pulling out. You sigh as you close your eyes, that overbearing warmth that was once consuming your body finally dying away. Miguel lets out ragged breaths over you, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face before squinting his eyes and looking for the outline of the glasses he threw. When he finds them, he slides an arm down his face to get rid of pesky sweat before putting them on, his eyes falling down to your abused cunt just in time to see a bead of cum slip from your hole.

He lets out a heated sigh, turning his head to look for the shirt he discarded on the floor before he went to bed. He reaches for it, balling it in his hands before swiping it against your cum soaked folds. You mewl at the coarse fabric rubbing against your sensitive pussy, but Miguel is too tired to care as he cleans his mess and throws the shirt to the floor again. The front of his boxers has a slight wet ring around his cock, but he makes no move to take them off as he stuffs his softening cock back into its confines. His hand rubs up your back before he moves to lay down besides you, pulling tattered parts of your suit out from under him and onto the floor. Exhaustion fans his body as he turns to his side and pulls your limp body into his chest.

“Need to talk about this Spider-Woman shit in the morning,” he mumbles into your hair as he closes his eyes. You only hum, shifting into his warmth.

Yeah, definitely.

Nasty! Dirty!

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he definitely fucks but there’s no way he fucks normal

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exo-bunnys · 2 months

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Tentacle-like tongues tho

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"I Think I'll Keep You"

NSFW MINORS DNI

“That’s it- c’mon deeper, you can take it” Miguel smirked from above you. He had you right where he wanted you. On your knees on his dorm room floor, his dick deep in your throat as he thrusted deeper, making you gulp and whimper around him.

“Fuck~” He curses and his hand in your hair gets a little tighter, holding your head in place, taking your mouth for his pleasure. Your eyes close in concentration, trying to just relax and take him as deep as he was going. There was no use in trying to stop him. And you didn’t really want to stop him. You had dreamt of him, had a crush on him… for so, so long. Everyone in school did. But you never expected it to actually happen, especially not like this. Him taking your mouth so ruthlessly.

You were a very good student, a nice person, a little too nice sometimes. Too nice to know when to trust people and when they were just taking advantage of you. Miguel had noticed you one day. You had been in a bunch of classes together but he had never really noticed you before. You were in the library tutoring a classmate for a big exam. That's sort of how you were known around school… smart… helpful… innocent. He saw this as an opportunity, ripping your number off of the flier in the hallway and inviting you to his dorm to study. It was a shock to you at first when his text popped up asking you to schedule a session with him. He was definitely the most popular person at school, athletic, captain of the soccer team and you recalled him being very smart. You thought he got good grades but maybe he had just fallen behind, needed some extra help. It wasn’t in your nature to turn people away when they were asking for help. Even if you were a little nervous to be alone with him.

Miguel saw this as a challenge for himself. He challenged himself to get you on your knees as soon as he possibly could. This was never about studying for him. You just barely placed your textbooks on his desk before he was whispering in your ear about how he heard you liked him. Even if he was lying, he was confident enough to know that you did have feelings for him, how could you not? He knew you wanted him, or he could make you want him, and that made him excited. He didn’t want you, he just wanted one thing from you. And he was sure he could get you to give it to him.

He had many people in rotation who would gladly give him what he wanted, but he wanted it from you, he wanted you, this sweet innocent thing, to give him exactly what he demanded.

So here you are, right where he planned for you to be, looking up at him with glossy innocent eyes as he abuses your mouth with his thickness. Drool drips down your chin as he smirks and tilts his head back, relishing in the pleasure he’s able to take from you.

“You look so pretty like this, so… so pretty..so…” He mumbles half-genuine praises as he moves his hips steady, his mouth agape and brow furrowed, eyes closed, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your plush lips and your warm mouth around him. His praises make you smile and moan around his cock, looking up at him so cockdrunk and happy that he would praise you like this. Even when he's taking advantage of your feelings for him.

You smile around him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he picks up the pace, fucking your mouth. Your wet eyelashes flutter as you try to look up at him, see him writhing from all of this pleasure you’re able to give him. The pleasure he’s taking from you.

“Fuck- fuck- fu-” He groans and gasps and you can feel his warm release down your throat. Swallowing multiple times so that you don’t choke. He stays in your throat for a few seconds, his chest heaving with labored breath. You try your best to breathe through your nose, waiting for it to be over, but never wanting it to end at the same time. He finally pulls out of your mouth, you gasp for air and swallow thickly again, a thick string of spit still connecting him to your mouth.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, placing your hands on top of your thighs as you look up at him. He knows he has total control.

He looks down at you with a stern expression, he looks angry, but inside he’s just confused. He was looking at you in front of him, he had never really looked your way in the past, he only knew you as the smart, perfect teacher's pet. Not his type at all… right?

You gaze up at him trying to figure out what he’s thinking as he stares down at you with a frown. “Stand up.” He commands and you listen like the obedient little one you are. You stand up and he’s still so much taller than you, so you keep looking up at him to try and understand what’s next. Does he want you to leave?

Your mind races as you watch his stern expression, observing as he steps closer and places his hands on your waist, moving them down to your hips. He decided that you were obedient and you deserved something in return. He didn’t usually do this but he was feeling strange right now. He was caught off guard by how well you just took him, how good you made him feel even when he was being so rough and ruthless. He can’t help but wonder what your moans sound like when his cock isn’t in your mouth to muffle them. He wants to taste your lips and he wants to be inside you to feel you gush on him and feel your legs shaking as he sinks deeper and deeper. He needed to know what it felt like to be inside you like that, how you’d react when he thrust his heavy cock inside your tight walls. He wanted to make you scream.

His hands on your hips grow strong and dominant as he turns you around, your back pressed into his broad chest as he uses his body to push you towards his bed. He felt conflicted, he wanted to keep up this rough invincible exterior, he was trying to make himself take you from behind so he didn’t have to see your face. He feared what would happen if he looked at your pretty face as he fucked you. But he couldn’t help but crave it.

For now he pushed you to the edge of his bed, pushing you so the front of your thighs hit the edge of the mattress, your body squeezed tight between his body and the bed. The action almost made you fall forward but you grabbed his forearm to steady yourself, feeling his warm breath on the back of your neck as his fingers ran across it, pushing some of your hair back, exposing your neck to him. Your breathing grew heavier as he started moving his hand to your thigh, your hand still grasping his forearm as he did it. He liked the way your hand squeezed his arm as his large hand ran up your thigh and under the material of your clothing. He loved the way your pelvis squirmed when he squeezed the joint of your hip between his long fingers, your ass rubbing against him so perfectly. He’s determined to stay dominant, no matter how your small gasps and soft fingers suddenly make him want to kiss you softly and keep you for himself.

To take himself out of his thoughts, he moves his hand suddenly to your underwear, not letting himself be gentle as he dips his hand under the material, making you whimper and squirm. He wraps his other arm around your waist to keep you still as you grip his tortuous arm and gasp at the contact of his thick fingers on your sensitivity.

“Relax baby, you’ve done so well, don’t disappoint me now.” He hums soft and still somehow rough in your ear as two fingers plunge knuckle deep inside you, his arm tightens again around your waist as you melt and moan. “M-Miguel- ah!” You moan and gasp his name and a pocket of heat bursts in his stomach upon hearing you, waiting to bloom into a raging fire. But it was different this time, he’s not determined to take something from you like he had been planning, like he did successfully just moments ago when he forced his cock down your throat. He’s determined to make you moan his name like that over and over again. He’s determined to make you feel better than anyone ever had or ever would in your life. He can’t explain it, he just needs it… he needs for you to feel what he can do.

The force of his fingers and his broad chest against your back makes your knees buckle, making you almost fall forward onto the bed, but Miguel isn’t done with this yet. His hand moves from your waist, snaking up your chest and to your throat, lightly putting pressure there just to keep you upright, keeping you against his chest as he plunges his fingers roughly into your sweetness. His fingers are thick and experienced, expertly finding the spots that make your stomach muscles tighten and pretty moans rumble in your throat.

“M-ah! Miguel…” He knows you’re getting close. From the way your hand tightens on his wrist to the way endless urgent moans vibrate against his hand that’s still clasped around your throat. When he feels you squirming he adjusts his grip, moving his arm so his fingers can reach even deeper depths within you, pumping his thick digits faster and harder. His hand on your throat splays out, his fingertips on the curve of your jaw, spilling onto your face and holding you in an iron grip.

He can barely hold himself back seeing you like this. His arousal is growing once again and his cock presses against your lower back, heavy and needy. His head dips down to your shoulder, sucking and licking dark hickies into your soft skin. Marking you, even though he told himself this would be a one time thing, he’s not so sure he can keep that promise to himself any longer.

“Mig- ah! I’m- I-“ You writhe and moan in his grasp, rolling your hips into his hand as your orgasm hits you. Your stomach burns and tingles, little snaps of pleasure going off like fireworks in your shaking thighs. Your sweet, grateful hole pulsing around his fingers, unable to fathom how you could feel this much pleasure. Your back arches involuntarily and he loves to see you so undone, pressing his lips to your shoulder as he fucks his fingers into you through it all, heightening every sensitivity.

You’re nothing but a teary, shaking mess by the time he pulls his thick, hot fingers from you. Giving you time to breathe and come down as he starts to strip you. He needs you bare, he needs to feel your skin. Miguel continues taking off your bottoms and your underwear completely, the liquid of your arousal dripping onto his hands and your inner thighs as he pulls them down and off of you. Your mind is fuzzy at this point, letting him do whatever he’s going to do. He pulls your shirt over your head and runs his warm hands down your arms softly, almost affectionately, bringing goosebumps to your back. He pushes his clothed, hardened dick deeper into your back, making sure you feel how badly he wants you. To take you.

You feel the movement of him taking off his own clothing behind you, feeling the chill of the air on your back as he pulls away, only to be brought back again. This time, the warm bare skin of his chest presses into your upper back. His head dips down into the crook of your neck, blessing you with one kiss on your throat before humming low and deep in your ear.

“You’ve been so good for me, little one… such a sweet baby…” His words send a shiver down your spine, and his hand moves to your neck again, giving it a light squeeze. His voice drops to a whisper. “I’m gonna take you… you’re gonna be mine…” He whispers almost like he’s talking to himself as his thumb rubs circles into the pressure point on your throat. He’s trying his best to keep this up, this dominant, rough exterior. But he can’t help it, you’ve managed to make him a little weaker. “But I want to see your pretty face…”

Your eyes flutter and a slight blush fans over your cheeks at his words, feeling his hands as they rest on your hips and start to turn you around to face him. When you face him, it’s almost like you’re reminded of what’s happening right now. As if your mind has been made so mushy that you suddenly remember you’re here with Miguel O’Hara. It’s something you never thought would happen and best of all, he wants you. Badly…

And he looks ever so handsome with his face slightly flushed and some strands of his dark hair falling down over his forehead. Your eyes travel from his hair to his furrowed brow, down the bridge of his nose and to his perfect, parted lips. Makes your heart skip a beat seeing his perfect face this close up and knowing he was just knuckle deep inside you, making you squirm and cum with just his fingers. Your eyes flick up to look in his darkened eyes. His gaze is so piercing as if he’s trying to read your thoughts.

And you’re surprised when he does that successfully, tilting his head down and softly kissing your lips for the first time, your lips parting in a small gasp of relief, feeling his plush lips against yours. Your shaking hands find a home on his chest, feeling his muscles move with every expansion of breath and his heart beating strong and steady under your palm. You feel as his hands splay out on your back, one hand moving up to the back of your neck as his tongue swipes your bottom lip and enters your mouth, dancing and tangling with your tongue in rhythm.

Within a moment he anchors his arm around your lower back and lifts you up, not breaking contact with your lips even for a second as he moves you up onto his bed. Your knees naturally pull up a little and spread to the sides of his waist, squeezing his hips slightly to hold onto him as he lowers you down onto the sheets. You can feel some of his weight between your thighs as he hovers over you, resting on his forearms on both sides of your head, kissing you deeply, passionately. He cradles the back of your head in his large hand, it makes you feel so small and fragile in his hands. And it’s not because you are so tiny by any means. You’re not even what you yourself would consider skinny. But Miguel is just so massive, so big himself that it’s fun to feel small, even if you’ve never felt that way in your life. He makes you feel things you’ve never felt before.

And he loves this. He loves being so massive that he can make you feel so tiny, it makes him feel powerful.

His kisses deepen and move to your cheeks, your jaw and your neck as his hand moves down your body, squeezing at your soft skin and ghosting his fingers teasingly across the expanse of your soft, supple, fleshy stomach. Sucking hickies into your neck now, he presses his palm to the fat of your stomach, feeling the muscles of your abdomen clench and tighten. He knows you need him… and he can’t help but crave your body, which is just utter perfection in his eyes.

The tension is building and neither of you can wait much longer. He moves to kiss your lips again, this time rough and breathy. He lowers his hand to your thigh all the way down to your calf and pulls your leg around his waist, doing the same with the other leg until your ankles are locked behind his back.

Staring deeply into your glossy eyes he rests on one arm, his other hand slowly pushes his dick down onto your sensitivity. Not inside you. Not yet. But close enough to have you moaning right in his face, desperate eyes locked as he massages his big dick through your sex.

He kisses your lips once more, ghosting his lips over your cheek as he whispers to you. “You want my cock?… you want me to fuck you?” His words make you moan against his ear and grasp at his biceps, feeling his muscles move as he keeps slapping and rubbing his cock where you need him most. “Mm… yes… please” You whisper in agony.

“You want to feel me right… here?” He asks softly, looking in your eyes and pressing his palm to your lower stomach again, right on the place where your orgasm bloomed just minutes ago, making you shudder and tremble. “Yes… yes please” You whine softly, creasing your brows in frustration and need, his questions making all of this harder to bear any longer.

“You want me to cum inside you?” He whispers so softly, kissing the corners of your lips as you can feel the gummy tip of his dick pressing at your entrance, making your eyelashes flutter and your fingers dig deeper into his muscles. You whimper, almost a sob, with tears in your eyes. “Yes.”

With your words of permission he nestles his hips between your thighs and uses the pad of his thumb to plunge his thick, heavy cock inside you. Stretching you with every inch while you whine and squirm beneath him, held still by his large hand pressing down on your tensing abdomen. Hot tears roll down the sides of your face as you gasp and moan at the feeling. He wraps an arm under your lower back and pulls your hips up a little so he can sink in deeper, watching your face as your eyes roll up into the back of your head. Once he’s buried inside as deep as he can manage, he pulls out entirely and pistons his dick back inside you, earning a pleasant cry from the back of your throat. Your legs tighten around his back in reflex and your head tilts back, whimpering in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure.

He does this a few more times, just to see how you react. Loving the urgent almost painful cries that come out of you when he does it. Over and over he does this, pulling out and then pumping back inside you, deep and hard. Maybe he just wants to see you cry more… maybe he just wants to hear you moan louder… maybe he wants to hurt you… He’s not quite sure himself, yet, but all he knows is that you’re squeezing him just right every time he does it, and he can’t bring himself to stop. With one last sob from your perfect flushed lips he starts a more steady rhythm, putting a stop to the torture he knew he was inflicting on you and giving you want you want. He wants it too.

Your moans grow softer, dreamier as he starts this rhythm. His hips moving against you with just the right amount of pressure. He’s really good at this, you think to yourself.

Rubbing his hand over your thighs as he pumps his dick into your sweetness, he leans down over you again, getting closer, grabbing both of your shaking hands in one of his big hands and pinning them above your head, causing you to whimper softly, eyelashes fluttering as you try to look up at him, only to see his brow furrowed, a stern expression on his face as he fucks you breathless.

Supporting himself on his elbows, he keeps your hands above your head with one hand and moves his other hand under you, to the back of your neck. His fingers are so long that he wraps his hand from the back of your neck, to the sides, managing to put some pressure there. His thumb presses to your pressure point softly, knowing exactly what he’s doing. And he’s got you completely at his mercy. Trapped between his broad chest, his big hands and his greedy cock, all you can do is receive and let him take you. He won’t let you do anything but that.

“Oh my- M-Miguel!” You moan and cry out as he changes the way his hips are moving. He tightens his grip on your hands above your head and starts rolling his hips into you. No more back and forth. Your stomach muscles tighten as he stays deeply buried within you, his thrusts getting slower but much, much deeper. Almost painfully deep.

It makes you hiss, gritting your teeth and your brow creases looking at him. Your breathing gets heavier and more labored as he keeps pumping as deep as he can. “Mi- I- it’s-“ You start to say, you don’t know if you need him to stop or keep going.

“Just take it… take all of it… it’s yours…” He says in his deep, smooth voice. You moan at his words and his head dips down to your chest, sucking into your skin and biting you anywhere he can. He breathes hot and urgent on your chest and you know he’s close too. You can only imagine what it feels like for him to fill you up with his offering.

“I can feel it, baby…you’re so close, squeezing me so perfect…” He pants and picks up the pace, bringing both of you there. A raspy cry rumbles in your chest and in the back of your throat as your head tilts back. He takes his hand off of your hands, but you're too delirious to do anything with them so you just keep them up there for now. He moves both of his hands to your waist, holding you and pumping into you as fast as he can. One of his big hands splays out onto your tummy, pressing down slightly and it drastically increases the pressure for both of you.

“Coming! I’m c- I’m com-“ You yelp urgently and your thighs squeeze his hips tightly. Your back arches off the bed and he leans down, kissing down your chest as it rises up off the mattress. He groans into your skin and you could have sworn you heard him growl. Deep vibrations reverberate in his chest.

As your second orgasm of the night hits you hard you clasp your hands over your mouth, blocking the loud moans from escaping. You’re sure the entire residence hall could hear you if you let those sounds escape.

Miguel watches you and his brow slowly furrows again... He shakes his head and looks down, your eyes are closed so you don’t even notice all of this happening. He closes his eyes and thrusts into you hard, chasing his own release.

Pretty soon his fingers dig into your hip and he’s spurting his hot cum inside you. Pumping you full and raw. It makes your eyes shoot open at the feeling. And you notice his narrowed eyes and clenched jaw, almost scowling as he pumps his load into you. When he comes down he stops moving. You look at him nervously, catching your breath and not understanding why he looks so angry. He just came inside you. Did you do something wrong?

The tension is high all of a sudden, his silent stare making you a little nervous. Slowly he leans down again, his hand coming out to press down on your upper chest hard, pushing you into the mattress. You look up at him almost fearfully, him overpowering you completely right now. It’s in this moment you realize how strong he is. You knew he was tall and big but you had sort of forgotten he could snap you in half… hurt you if he wanted to.

He lowers his face to be close to yours, his gaze piercing. When he speaks his voice is surprisingly soft and gentle for the way he’s glaring at you right now. “Now why would you do that, baby?” He asks you seriously, and you can’t seem to understand what the hell he’s talking about.

“Do- what?” You ask innocently, you really didn’t know, you poor little thing. He shakes his head and his voice becomes sweeter, like honey. But there’s still a darkness to it.

“You have a perfectly perfect throat, baby…” He says as his hand on your chest moves to wrap around your neck gently. “I would know…” He smirks to himself.

“So I suggest you use it” He seethes, almost in a whisper. His fingers increase the pressure ever so slightly on your neck, causing you to instinctively grasp his wrist. “Don’t ever cover your mouth again, do you hear me?” His hand loosens on your throat and moves to the back of your neck, lifting your head a little bit to have complete eye contact with him.

“Yes… I-I won’t” You say softly, your anxiety levels all over the place.

He smiles at you softly and brushes some fallen hairs off of your forehead. Then he leans down and kisses your lips softly, then your cheeks. Whispering to you between every kiss.

“Such a sweet baby for me… but I need you to give me everything… wanna hear those pretty sounds I work so hard for…” He hums deep.

“Okay…” You breathe out, your hands running down his triceps absentmindedly. You want so badly to give him everything. To be louder for him. You were just too nervous before. Scared someone would hear. “N-next time… I promise I’ll- I’ll try…” You breathe, your nervous darting eyes ping ponging between his steady stark stare. Would there even be a next time?

“Oh no, baby… you’re gonna give it to me now.” He whispers and leans down to kiss your neck. You’re shocked, and you’re already so sensitive. How could you possibly take any more? “Well, I-“ You start to say, not really knowing why you’re saying it, maybe you’re just nervous you’ll mess it up again. You know you shouldn’t have covered your mouth, you should have just kept your hands up where he put them. You know he put them there for a reason.

“Shhh… it’s okay… just one more, baby that’s all I want. One more, okay?” He whispers and kisses across the expanse of your collarbone and your shoulders. He’s still inside you, he never left. And you can feel him getting harder, the pressure building up, stretching you out again even though he’s already fucked you once. You move your hips a little bit to relieve the pressure and maybe make him move a little bit. He feels this, smiles to himself and moves his hips too every so gently, tiny thrusts deep inside as you squeal and whimper softly from the heightened sensitivity you’re experiencing.

You close your eyes and try to relax, you want to be good for him, give him what he's asking for. And suddenly he stops.

“Not like this. I want you on your stomach.” He says in his normal voice and it makes your eyes open to look at him. He pulls out of you and the feeling makes you reach out and grip his bicep, whimpering at both the slight sting and the loss of him inside you. “C’mon…” He commands and puts his hands on your hips, helping you turn over as your head fills with a slight dread. You thought this was gonna be sweeter, but it seems like he’ll be even more rough than he was before.

He flips you over completely and situates himself between your legs, his hands on your ass and running up your back as he leans down to kiss your shoulders. He grabs a pillow from behind your head, causing your face to lay flat on the mattress. Folding the pillow in half, he places it under your hips, angling your hips up a little bit to make it easier for him, and for you too. This way you won’t have to try and support yourself on your shaking knees, it’s actually a nice gesture you think to yourself.

“Miguel…” You say softly, leaning up on your elbows and looking over your shoulder at him, he looks like an absolute predator right now, but his voice is like sweet melted chocolate.

“Yes, baby?” He coos and leans over you to kiss your cheek. His hands massage your hips and your ass, moving down to your pelvic bones and pulling your hips up a little bit more. You’re surprised that he can do what he does and say the words he says all with that sweet gentle voice. It makes you think about what kind of boyfriend he’d be. Probably not a nice one, but would it really matter if he can fuck you like this?

“Can- could you be gentle… I- I’m sensitive…” You request and your cheeks flush a little, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He thinks for a few heavy moments, looking back and forth between your glazed, shining eyes before kissing your cheek again. “I know you’re sensitive, baby, that’s good… it’s gonna feel so good…”

“But-“ You start to say, he never said yes or no explicitly.

“Shhh…” He leans forward and captures your lips in a kiss. Maybe to soothe you, maybe to shut you up, you’re not really sure and you don’t really care when his tongue is down your throat.

“I’ll be gentle, if you’re good for me.” He suddenly says and it makes your nerves go up. You want to get it right this time, he’s not giving you any other option. You nod to him and let your head relax onto the mattress. His hand comes up to the back of your neck and into your hair, grasping slightly at the strands and forcing your head all the way to the side so he can see the side of your face.

You breathe out gently and try to relax. You know it’s gonna feel good but you’re nervous about getting this wrong. You want to be good for him.

He trails warm wet kisses down your spine, running his hands over the soft roundness of your ass, squeezing gently with his big hands. You close your eyes and relax into the mattress, your senses fill with him. The warmth of him, the feeling of his fingertips, the sound of his breathing, the smell of him invading your senses, calming you as it emanates from his bedsheets. He smells so good. He smells like a man.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you hardly notice he’s kissing your cheek softly. His hand tugging your hair gently to keep your head to the side so he can see the side of your face.

“You ready?” He hums softly next to your ear, his fingers brushing the side of your face softly. Your eyes flutter open, surprised by his words. A small smile crosses your lips and you nod your head. “Yes…” You reply.

“Sweetness…” He whispers and kisses your jaw once more before receding back behind you. You feel his hands adjusting your hips and the pillow propping them up for him. You feel his fingers softly caressing your sex, almost in a soothing way. He knows you’ve had a lot already.

Then you feel his hand on your back and the head of his dick at your entrance. Slowly he sinks himself into you to the hilt. Your knees bend and feet come up into the air at the feeling, your hips instinctively wanting to press down, escape him. But he keeps you in place. Whining and squirming, your hands grasp into the sheets, wanting to be good for him.

“Oh, baby…” You hear him moan and feel him massage your ass as he sinks as deep as he can. He watches as his dick disappears inside you. His hand squeezes your ass harder. He’s holding himself back from doing something else. Something he doesn’t know if you’d like. But you feel so so good, it’s almost like his hands have a mind of their own.

He slaps your ass hard. A strangled gasp and a slight growl leaving your lips and your hands gripping the sheets harder. He rubs over the red mark on your skin with his fingers tenderly.

“You like that?” He asks and your mind is hazy. You hum absentmindedly in response and nod your head against the mattress. “Do you actually like it or are you lying?” He asks and you can hear the smile on his lips. You open your eyes, realizing that he’s actually asking you, not just saying that just to say it. He leans over to look in your eyes and you’re surprised by the soft look on his face. “I-I… I don’t know…” You say sheepishly and he nods his head. “Okay… that’s okay…” He reassures you and leans in to kiss your lips. You’re pleasantly surprised by his sweetness at this point. Resting your head back down on the mattress and feeling as he presses his lips to your shoulder. He draws back his hips and pumps into you. The feeling of his cock squeezed in your sensitive walls makes your jaw drop. He moans into your shoulder and the sound gives you chills.

Your hands flex and squeeze down on the handfuls of bedsheets below you, soft whines coming from the back of your throat as he thrusts into you, his hand pressing down on your lower back, arching your hips up to him.

He speeds up, the rhythm of skin on skin filling the room, your whines turning into small squeals, music to his ears. Your hand flexes and grabs the sheets, flexing again and hitting the mattress three times as your only way to release any sort of energy building up. He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm into your side, pressing your wrist down into the mattress so you can’t move it. This only builds the pressure inside you, making all of this harder to just take. Needing some sort of release, and he's making you hold still.

You gasp and clench your teeth, pushing your face into the sheets, soft cries of overwhelming stimulation threatening to rip from your throat. It’s all too much, and he knows that. He’s panting like a hound behind you, holding your hair in his hand and your wrist to the bed.

“C’mon baby… c’mon let me hear you” He pants and dips his head into the crook of your neck. “I- I can’t…” You whisper and gasp against the bedsheets. Your knees bend, your feet coming up between his thighs as you squirm. Without even looking behind him, he pushes them down with his legs, holding you down completely.

“Just scream for me… cry for me baby… please” He breathes out and presses his mouth to your shoulder as he pumps you ruthlessly. “I need to hear you…” He demands and your breath is tight in your chest. Your words stuck on your tongue. Your moans caught in your throat.

You’re doing exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t. You want to give him what he wants but it’s like you don’t know how. He feels so good inside you, so perfect, so full, it’s all you can think about.

He growls at your silence and leans down, bringing his mouth to your flushed shoulder and biting down hard. His sharp canines and teeth leave a mark on your skin. An urgent squeal of pain and surprise escapes you and your eyes shoot open, a growl of your own vibrating in your chest. He smiles to himself and bites you again, harder this time. You moan loud and whiny, pushing yourself up completely on your hands in reflex and in turn your back arches further. And it’s like the bite unlocked something that was stuck inside you- now you just can’t stop moaning and crying over his cock no matter how hard you try. “Oh my god! Oh Miguel! Fuck me, ah! Ah!” You whine and cry and he smiles.

At this change in position, Miguel supports your stomach with his big hand, finally letting go of your hair. He pulls you up, slowing his thrusts for only a moment as he pulls you flush against him. He’s kneeling on the bed now, your legs spread over his thighs and your back flush against his chest. Your head falls back against his shoulder, jaw slack and moaning out his name as he keeps pumping up into you, the feeling making your eyelashes flutter and your stomach muscles clench. He wraps his big arms around you, nestling his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard and hot on your chest.

“Oh, god…” You pant and whine, your head leaning to the side to rest on his head. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good…” He curses through a heavy breath against your neck. A high pitched squeal escapes your throat as your back arches against his chest and your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your squeals turn into screams and cries of his name, how good he feels, how big he is, how much you love his cock. You’re babbling and thrashing in his arms and Miguel smiles, finally getting what he wants. Hearing your sweet innocent voice screaming out the dirtiest things as he’s plunged deep inside you. His climax is building up fast and you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier, his hands wrapped around the front of your shoulders and at this point he’s pulling you down onto his cock to keep the feeling going. Your orgasm has passed and you’re a soft moaning mess as he chases his own release. Snapping his hips up a few final times before his hips stutter and he’s shooting ropes of hot white inside you. Filling you up again completely, the extra dripping out and back down his shaft.

He holds you tightly against him as you both stop moving and start panting to catch your breath. You’re glad he’s still holding you because if he let go, you’d surely face plant into the mattress. Your head rests back on his shoulder and he places small kisses on your shoulder as he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, breathing deep and sighing out in relief.

“Will you be mine, little one?” He asks softly and kisses your cheek. “Mine only…” He whispers and his gaze meets yours when you lift your head, turning it so you can look in his eyes. His finger strokes your cheek softly and it’s like he’s looking at the sun. He can try to close his eyes but the memory of you will always be seared into his mind. “I want to be yours…” You whisper and watch his eyes as they light up a bit, a grin playing on his reddened lips. “Good. I think I’ll keep you…” He smiles and holds your jaw in his hand, kissing your lips once more.

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Being hunted down by something that wants to eat you? Meh. But being hunted down by something that wants to breed you? A big predator mindlessly tongue fucking your mouth while it creampies you raw and repeatedly in a mating press, leaning over you and gripping your ankles like handle bars. Packing your tummy to the brim with thick, potent, beast cum and impregnating you with your first litter of big, strong, pups. Giving you more and more because you take a rough fucking and good seeding so well.

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wine drunk sex with miguel (//▽//)

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

tags: oneshot, smut, afab anatomy, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, clit stimulation, drunk sex, established relationship, riding, deep sex, little bit of breeding

word count: 1592

minors DNI!

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you swirl around what was left in your wine glass, before sipping down the last of it. at this point, it doesn't even taste good. it's room temperature and stings as it makes its way down your throat.

you and your husband, miguel, decided to have some wine with dinner. which turned into just drinking wine and chatting on the couch. in the span of a few hours, the two of you had managed to finish two bottles of wine. despite the fact that he drank the majority of it, you felt a warm haziness. you were definitely tipsy. maybe a little drunk.

there's something about being wine drunk in particular that comes with a deep lust that was impossible to ignore. your attention begins to drift away from the conversation, and suddenly you find yourself looking your husband up and down through lidded eyes. fuck, he looks good.

he catches your glance, "what are you thinking about?" he asks amusingly. miguel always tried to hide it when he got tipsy, but you could tell from the slight rosy tint against his tan skin that he was feeling it too.

"hmm, nothing," you smile coyly. "just about how hot you look right now."

he raises his eyebrows before letting out a chuckle. it’s cute when you get bold. he leans over, his tall figure overwhelming yours. one hand makes its way to your waist, while the other to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

you clumsily reciprocate. his lips feel full, soft, and familiar. he slides his tongue into your mouth and you try to keep up, messily swirling your tongue around his. you let the kiss engulf you into an intoxicating bliss.

you pull away, just to catch your breath. he takes the opportunity to shift his hands downward from your waist. his grip tightens at your hips as he lifts you off of the couch and into his lap. you're now straddling him, immediately feeling his hard bulge that was now pressing into you.

he brings you back into the kiss, grinding his clothed dick into you. he brushes against your clit, making your head pound and your cunt throb. you roll your hips, matching his rhythm. your pussy starts to weep from the stimulation.

his sharp fangs grazes against your bottom lip before gently biting down, careful not to break skin. “you drive me fucking crazy, mi vida,” he slurs. you still smell the alcohol in his breath. he buries his head into your neck, breathing you in. his hands roam around your body, determined to explore every nook and cranny. "i can't help myself around you."

“i want you inside of me,” you purr into his ear, "let me ride you." he shutters at your words.

"right here?" he asks, glancing at the couch. you nod in response. he chuckles, "mi chica sucia."

he immediately takes off his shirt. you take a second to admire his warm, tan skin, his big, burly arms, and his happy trail that lead to the base of his cock underneath his pants. "don't gawk too much," he teases. your face flushes in response and you reach to unbutton his pants.

he lifts you off of him just for a second to slide his pants and boxers down, before undressing you. his hands move in a frenzy, desperate for access to your bare skin.

with you now naked on top of him, his hands makes its way to your bare ass, he squeezes hard and kneads the soft flesh in his hands. he reaches further downwards towards your cunt, his fingers spreading your folds and soaking in your slick. "fuck, you're so wet for me."

he teases you, fingers circling around your clit, knowing just how desperate you were for him. you give him a look that begged him to give you what you needed. he gives in, rubbing that sensitive sweet spot. you let out a whimper as you feel a jolt of pleasure.

you furrow your brows in concentration, focusing on the pleasure that was throbbing in your lower stomach. "m-miguel," you moan.

he takes a second to admire the view, you wrapped around him and moaning his name. your strained face was absolutely adorable, and knowing that he was making you feel that good just turned him on even more.

he chased your release, moving at a faster pace. the stimulation overwhelms you, sending you off the edge and the tension in your stomach bursts. you're hit with wave after wave of pleasure. it's so overwhelming your silent for a second, before letting out of a loud groan. he continues moving his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm.

he lets you catch your breath after your high dies down. noticing that his fingers are covered in your slick, he brings his hand to his face and sucks your wetness off of his fingers. he kisses you afterwards, "you taste so good, mi vida."

despite your orgasm, you're desperate for more. you give his cock a few strokes before running the tip up and down your cunt, separating the folds. "don't tease me," he groans.

you line him up to your hole before slowly sinking down onto him. you struggle to take in all his girth, his thick cock stretching you out. you get half of his length inside of you, pausing to get used to the feeling of being stuffed.

after the dull ache of being stretched subsides, you continue to sit further down onto his dick until you're sat fully in his lap. both of you shutter as his dick reaches the hilt. you feel your walls clench tightly around him.

you start to move up and down slowly, his dick pumping in and out of you. you quietly moan his name as you feel a fluttering in your lower stomach.

"fuuuck, you so tight," he drags out. his eyes are closed and he furrows his brows in concentration, as you bounce on his dick. you see one side of his fangs as he bites his bottom lip.

your eyes roll back at the mind-numbing feeling of his cock bullying it’s way into your pussy, hitting your cervix over and over again. you start to feel another orgasm start to build in your lower stomach.

miguel pulls you into a messy kiss as you continue to ride him, tongues colliding and swirling inside of each other’s mouths in an attempt to take in as much of the other as possible. he then firmly grips onto your hips and slams your hips down, while thrusting his hips up into you. you're so pathetically overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick being shoved into the deepest parts inside of you that you can't even choke out a moan.

he continues to fuck you stupid from underneath and you're happy to let him do all the work. his cock easily slides in and out of you, his entire shaft coated in your cream.

his head was still cloudy from the wine and from how fucking good you felt, all he could think about was how much he wanted to stuff you full of his cum. he pounds into you mercilessly and the couch creaks with every thrust from the sheer force of his movements.

"i'm so close, mig," you whine. he’s driven by an uncontrollable desire to get you off, to feel your cunt squeeze around his dick. "you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?" he teases, before picking up the pace and digging his fangs into your neck.

you cry out, voice breaking as you reach your peak. waves of intense, throbbing pleasure crash into you. he keeps fucking you, cussing as your walls clench around him, becoming impossibly tight. it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there.

you come down from your high, but he doesn't let up. you shutter on his cock from the sensitivity. "i'm gonna fill you up," he pants, "you want that, pretty girl?" you can barely comprehend what he's saying in your fucked out state, but you manage to let out a moan while nodding your head. he wraps his thick arms around you, as he ruts into you like a fuck doll.

his rhythm gets sloppy as he approaches his orgasm, before letting out a load groan and slamming his hips against your ass with unbelievable force. he holds you in place as he spills his hot, thick load into you, filling you to the brim. your pussy starts leaking his creamy seed from the sheer volume inside of you. "fucking take it," he sighs, slowly thrusting and digging his cock even further, determined to fuck all his cum into you.

he stops after his high comes down, but keeps you plugged up with his cock. you’re both panting and exhausted. your body goes limp and you collapse against his chest, your head still pounding from adrenaline.

he lifts your hips up off of him and his seed flows out of you. he gently lays you onto the couch and the second he lays your head down, your eyelids start to feel heavy. he quickly grabs some tissues to clean both of you up.

after cleaning up, he grabs some blankets and joins you on the couch. he kisses you on your forehead and tells you how good you were, holding you close.

as you drift asleep, you think to yourself, “fuck i’m gonna have the worst headache.”

this is the tweet that inspired this LMAO

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exo-bunnys · 5 months

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Missionary with the lights off

We're back in Act 1 again! I swear I'll start moving forward now that I'm playing the game again, after this.

Astarion x Tav, Astarion x F!Reader

18+, blood drinking, fluff to smut, porn with plot, PIV

Pst, don't let the title mislead you too much

Approx. 1,800 words

You woke up in Astarion's tent.

Last night had been… unusual. Something you said had soured the mood for anything sexual. Instead you stayed up talking late into the night. You hadn't even taken your clothes off.

You'd never spent the whole night together before, always opting to make your way back to your respective tents eventually, after your nocturnal activities, but then again you’d spent those previous nights opening your legs more so than your heart. Something had now shifted a little.

The last thing you remembered was drifting off with your face nuzzled into his neck as he draped an arm over you, having hugged him on a whim and finding yourself not wanting to let go. What you saw now was completely contrary to that memory, as you found yourself lying on your side, with Astarion's head pressed against your chest, right over your heart, both arms holding you close. He must have moved himself while you were asleep.

He looked perfectly at peace. It was actually adorable, seeing the prickly rogue like this.

You reached out to softly run your hand over his disarrayed curls, when he also stirred.

“Hello, darling,” you purred, copying his habitual greeting for you.

Astarion was startled, suddenly jolting up. He seemed momentarily disoriented, taking in you and his surroundings for a few moments before comprehension returned to his eyes.

“Are you alright..?” you asked. “I know it's first thing in the morning, but surely I don't look that disturbing.”

“Yes, sorry… I just… I can’t remember the last time I woke up next to someone,” he said finally.

“The night at the clearing..?” you offered.

“I didn’t sleep that night,” he admitted. “And now there's a woman in my tent and I don't know what to do. ...Ahah..! Refresh my memory, what is the protocol? Do I need to make you breakfast?” he joked.

“I’m sure Gale’s already working on that,” you grinned.

Astarion laid back down next to you, propped up on an elbow. He gave you an odd half-smile with a slight frown, his eyes narrowed. Not unkindly, but rather a bit… awkwardly. You wondered what he was thinking.

You ignored the odd look, and instead your eyes wandered up to survey his bedhead. No trace of pomade was left in his hair, instead some of it was standing on end, while other, longer strands started to fall over his eyes as he leaned on his hand, watching you.

“What is going on here..?” you laughed, reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes. He leaned into your hand as you ran your fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes, his lips widening into a genuine smile. He reminded you of a cat that was enjoying a head scratch.

“I don't have the slightest idea, darling,” he drawled. “But I guess you have to die after all, now that you've seen it.”

“You are a horrible flirt, you know, and I don't mean that in a good way."

“It works on you, doesn't it?” he shrugged, grinning and leaning in for a kiss.

“Hmm, but returning to breakfast,” you said, breaking the kiss as his lips slowly made their way down to your neck. “What about you? Fancy a nibble?”

“If it's on offer…” Astarion purred, continuing his way down. He knew your body entirely too well at this point. His lips lingered on the exact spot that made your breath shudder, sending a wave of shivers all through you. “Where..?”

“Right there,” you breathed.

“Oh? You want me to leave my mark on you, right where everyone can see..?” he murmured, continuing to kiss your neck. You usually offered him your wrist.

“It’s not like they don’t already know what we’ve been doing, so sure, mark me...” you replied. “Mark me as yours,” you added in a hoarse whisper.

Once the words were out you wondered if it was too much, but Astarion clearly liked the idea. He liked it a lot, judging by the soft growl he let out, as he continued to trail his lips along your neck, searching for just the right spot. You knew he'd found it, you remembered where he's bitten you before, but instead of going in for a bite he toyed with you, leaving slow, deliberate licks, until you released a small moan, and only then sank his fangs in you, lightly grinding his hips into yours as he did.

Something about a vampire's bite made it quite unlike anything else. It started off as a sharp, icy chill, gradually spreading and melting into something that stung the way an itch strings right before you scratch it, multiplied tenfold. The only way to relieve that stinging sensation was to give into it, more and more. The area bitten remained tender and sensitive in the most erogenous way for a long time after the bite itself. The whole experience was inherently erotic, no matter where the bite was.

You understood why this was fetishised. You also understood how people happily allowed themselves to be bled dry.

Astarion continued to grind against you, slowly, his erection evident. This was nothing new and didn't necessarily mean anything - you’ve joked before that any blood he drank went straight to his dick before going anywhere else – which is why you usually did this privately, even when he drank from your wrist.

However, this time, you really didn't want it to just be casual. You didn't think he did either, the way he was breathing. One of your hands was caught in his hair at the back of his head, the other trailed down to his hips, squeezing, as he grinded into you harder, making you crave more.

And then it was over and you felt a profound sense of disappointment and loss, as Astarion gave your neck a few final licks and broke away from you, lifting his body from yours. The only contact that remained between you two was your eyes, as he gave you an unwavering look of barely contained lust.

The aching need between your legs had become unbearable.

One heartbeat... Two... Three...

Astarion’s lips crashed into yours.

Suddenly, without a single word, you found yourselves tearing at each other’s pants in an urgent rush to remove them.

Curse them, you thought. You would start sleeping in a nightgown, if you managed to find one. Or naked. Or steal Astarion’s shirt.

You thought you recognised some elvish curses as Astarion snarled, struggling to pull your pants off without lifting his body from you, biting your lip as you managed to twist and free one leg, the other pant leg left danging at your knee.

All the while, you’d been tearing at the lacing on Astarion’s pants, managing to undo it just enough to slide them low enough to release his pulsing cock.

You didn’t even bother with your shirts. You had a burning, ravenous hunger, and it had to be sated. Immediately.

You tugged on Astarion’s cock, impatiently guiding it towards your throbbing pussy. You had no time or eagerness or wish for any teasing or foreplay, only a carnal, animalistic need. You’d barely aligned Astarion’s dick with your entrance when he plunged himself into you, fully, with another swear through gritted teeth.

Finally, you felt complete.

There was no rhythm, decency or finesse to what followed, the only way you could describe it was mindless, feral rutting. You dug your fingers into his hips, trying to bring him closer, deeper, moaning as his tongue writhed against yours. He couldn’t be close enough - even had you melded into one you would still want more of him.

You spread your legs wide, angling your hips so his body hit your exposed clit with every thrust, and bucked into him, desperately. He changed his thrusts to a more rolling motion, rubbing into you.

“Yes... Like that...” you barely managed.

There was a commotion, a loud clanking, crashing sound and some yelling outside.

“Astarion!” you heard Wyll’s voice just outside the tent, shortly after.

"Fuck,” Astarion growled under his breath. “Three minutes!” he shouted.

Three minutes? Then again, you didn’t think you were going to last even another minute.

Astarion covered your mouth with his hand as his hips continued to relentlessly grind you into the floor of his tent. Your whimpers grew more drawn out until your body stilled before breaking into tremors emanating from your hips, as he continued to fuck you. You were holding on to his back for dear life, bringing your legs up to wrap tightly around his hips, moaning into his hand as you came.

Immediately, he changed his rolling thrusts to something frantic, grabbing your hand and bringing it over your head, and catching your knee at his elbow and bringing it up with his other arm. He buried his face in your neck, moaning, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, until he slammed his hips into you with a final groan, his cock twitching as he spilled inside you.

“Astarion! This is urgent!” you heard Wyll again.

“He’s coming!” you yelled, exasperated, before you realised what you’d said.

Your words were greeted with a momentary silence, then the sound of Karlach laughing somewhat off in the distance.

Astarion was also laughing into your neck, his shoulders shaking even as he delivered his final thrusts.

“That was-” he panted between laughter, “the sloppiest... most unimaginative... objectively worst sex I've ever had.”

“And subjectively..?” you asked, also starting to laugh as you came off the sudden high that had overtaken you.

“I wouldn’t mind waking up to something like that every day for the rest of my life,” he said, lifting his head and looking at you.

“That can be arranged,” you purred.

There was that little frown again, as he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“We could always die today,” you shrugged.

“Funny...” he said. “Anyway... Good luck with this giant mess I left between your legs. I better go see what is so godsdamn important.”

Bonus scene:

“What do you mean, I’m the only adult here that knows how to manage a needle and thread?! And how do you even rip a bag of holding..?!”

“Astarion, our fate is in your hands.”

“No, you can carry your own shit from here on. I’m fine with just my weapons and the clothes on my back.”

“We need you, Astarion!”

“At least get rid of all the junk, what do we need a dozen goblin scimitars for, they’re not even worth anything!”

“Save us, Astarion!”

“Rotten carrots, rusty tongs... Is that literally just a rock?”

“Save us, 239-year-old vampire that can sew!”

Sigh... Astarion observed the torn bag with a resigned look.

“...Would you mind mending Clive as well, while you’ve got the kit out..? He’s been through hell and back. And looks it.”

“Yes, Karlach, I’ll fix up your teddy bear too...”

First time reader and like what you just read? I have a whole series with these two, check it out.

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✭ 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✭

𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care

“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.

You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.

“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”

You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.

You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.

“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.

Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.

Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?

You and Miguel.

Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.

You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.

You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.

And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.

“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.

‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.

The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.

You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.

The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.

“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.

He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.

“Excuse you” you hissed.

He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.

“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.

The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.

He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.

“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”

“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.

“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”

“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.

You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.

“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.

Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.

He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.

He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”

You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.

You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.

You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.

“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.

He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.

“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.

You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.

It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.

His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.

The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.

Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.

“You kissed me first”

You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.

He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.

“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.

The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.

You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.

“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.

“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.

You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.

“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.

Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”

You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.

“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.

You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.

“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.

You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.

“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”

You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”

You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.

“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.

Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.

He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.

His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.

“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.

It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.

“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.

“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.

Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.

Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.

“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.

You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.

Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.

Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.

You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?

You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.

You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.

“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”

You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.

Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”

Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.

“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.

He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.

You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.

Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.

Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.

“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“

You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.

“Wasn’t planning on it love”

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